#I'm talking about Amaranthe | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

2nd-mushroom-circle · 1 year

Note

For the dnd ask

Jairix for 32, 64, 68 ;)

oh I'm so glad you asked Kim 🥰

32. do they seek control, or do they want less of it?

AHAHAHAH I don't think jairix could stand a loss of control - not now, not when she's holding on so tight to every bit of it she has left. I think she's desperate for it and it's killing her. Every possible circumstance, every possible enemy is rearing its head over Abseir, and Jairix knows only too well that a lack of control does not mean the responsibility weighs any less heavy.

64. do they value mercy or justice more?

to be frank, I don't think that she cares. jairix wants the things she has claimed as her own - her homeland, her city, her scattered party - to survive. she values mercy when it is extended to Abseir. She values justice when it protects Starfall. Although, perhaps, she leans more heavily on the side of justice now. Mercy leaves too much room for consequences later. (perhaps she looks at the decisions she makes every day and the compromises she's made and cannot bring herself to ask for mercy. perhaps she's locked it inside her so deep that her mouth no longer knows how to form the words.)

68. what was the best moment of their life?

I'll pick two. One during the campaign and one before, because nothing that happened during the campaign was unequivocally happy - there was always some greater cloud hanging over it. But I think sitting with Nan'Uov, looking up at the stars of the Orclands, was the closest thing to content she's been in a long time.

But the best moment of Jairix's life may have been arriving in Abseir for the first time, a little 10-year-old lizard fleeing the only home she'd ever known, and arriving at a miraculous city, still half-built and growing by the day, filled with all sorts of different kinds of people and with strange flying contraptions (airships, although how would she know it, they were some of the first) dotting the sky. Of course she fell in love at once. Of course she begged her parents, even after the war was over, to stay, so she could live in this wonderful place and learn its magic. Of course she ended up here, in the very center of its interconnected parts, giving everything she has and everything she is to the city that she adores.

#I'm sorry I can't fight the urge for poetic language #I'm GONNA be melodramatic about jairix it's what I do #you ever just make a central part of your character a love letter to your dm's worldbuilding #I'm not sure about the nan'uov moment but I don't remember all of the campaign moments too well #and it seems only fair that she be in there if we're talking about best moments #since she is best girl #maybe it would be eating berreny's homemade bagels that first time we stayed in his house #but I do think that was right after amaranth died so. maybe not #xav has my notes so I can't check #jairix

5 notes · View notes

sugahyeon · 7 months

Text

Fred wanted to give a rose to Tubbo

The exact flower Tubbo spent so much time searching for earlier before settling for an amaranth.

Love and everlasting affection.

That's it.

That's all i'm gonna talk about for the next 72 hours.

#i think it was a rose #could be a poppy not sure #but i really wanna think it's a rose #qsmp #qsmp liveblog #qsmp liveblogging

324 notes · View notes

sarahwroteathing · 6 months

Text

Project Amaranth (4)

[Bucky Barnes x Reader]

Word Count: 2268

Summary: Bucky and Sam move you to a new safe house.

Warnings: None

A/N: AH sorry, my loves. I had class tonight and didn't notice that the post didn't go through when it was supposed to. Nice to know that my queue still only works half the time. Reliably unreliable. Anyway! Happy Halloween!

Catch up here!

"How does he already look mad?" Sam sighed as the car cleared the last bend in the long, heavily forested road to Steve's house.

He was waiting on the porch, leaning on the rail with crossed arms and a displeased expression as he watched them approach up the gravel drive.

"His face got stuck that way when he was eight years old. Try not to take it personally," Bucky said mildly, smirking at the snort it elicited from Sam.

"Alright, I'll go talk to him. Let him know what's going on before we spring his new roommate on him"

"He's not going to say no," Bucky said, glancing at you where you sat in the backseat, hands tightly clenched in your lap.

"I know, but we still need to give him a chance to."

Sam put the car in park, pausing for a moment to meet your eyes in the rearview mirror.

"One way or another, we'll figure this out. We've never been good at giving up on people. You okay with me telling Steve everything you've shared with us so far?"

The corner of your mouth tugged down, but you nodded.

"Okay. I assume you two need to talk too. Bucky, I'll text you when we're ready for you. But take all the time you need."

With one last nod that seemed more for his own benefit than for yours or Bucky's, Sam climbed out of the car, leaving the keys in the ignition. You watched in silence as he approached Steve, clapping him on the shoulder and drawing him into a brief hug before gesturing him inside. Steve glanced towards the car curiously, but made no show of protest, disappearing into the house and closing the door behind them.

"You didn't warn him," you said quietly. "About me. He doesn't know I'm here or what you're going to ask him to do."

Though your words had a ring of accusation, your voice was flat, emotionless. He knew it well. It never meant anything good.

With a bracing breath, Bucky unbuckled his seatbelt and climbed out of the car, moving quickly to join you in the backseat before you could jump to any dangerous conclusions. You looked a little startled by his sudden closeness, but you tried to hide it, scooting a couple inches away from him while masking it as a change in position. Your shoulder pressed firmly against the door, but you didn't reach for the handle, watching him closely.

"We didn't tell him because we didn't want to risk anyone else finding out. Sam called to tell him we were visiting, and that was enough to let him know something was going on without tipping off anyone who might have been listening."

You pursed your lips, turning your head slightly to scan the surrounding trees while keeping Bucky in your peripheral.

"I thought you said he was your best friend. Do best friends not visit each other?"

Bucky smiled a little.

"I visit. I just never ask."

Your eyes returned to his as you gave a speculative hum.

"And Sam Wilson?"

"Sets up visits at least a week in advance."

"He sounds like a better friend."

"He might be. But Steve's known me too long to give up on me now. He's always happy to see us anyway."

The small smile you'd been sporting slipped a little.

"Not this time."

"He's just worried. He'll get over it. I just want to make sure you're still okay with this plan before we go inside."

"Well, I don't have a better one, so..." You sighed. "Nothing can be worse than where I was before."

"Come on now. The couch wasn't that bad."

Bucky smiled when his comment shocked a laugh out of you. Fleeting and confused, but a laugh nonetheless.

"That's - That's not what I - "

"I know," Bucky said with a shrug. "But it made you smile for a second."

You stared at him, something strange passing through your eyes. He thought you may have been about to speak, but the chirping of his phone had you receding again behind a stoic mask.

Sam, telling him they were ready.

“You alright?”

You nodded.

“I trust Steve with my life,” he reminded you quietly. “He’ll always try to do the right thing. He won’t hurt you.”

“What if I hurt him?”

“Do you want to?”

“No, of course not,” you said quietly, frowning down at your hands.

“Then you won’t,” Bucky said with a shrug.

“That simple?” you scoffed, but Bucky stayed steady, nodding slowly.

“This time? Yeah, I think it is.”

You broke eye contact again to tug restlessly at the neckline of your borrowed sweatshirt.

“Ready?”

“I guess.”

Bucky slipped out of the backseat, holding the door open for you as you followed. Neither of you spoke as you approached the front door, the crunch of gravel beneath your boots softening to a nearly silent step on the porch. He couldn’t tell whether it was intentional or instinct.

Sam and Steve were sitting on the couch when the two of you walked in, but Steve stood slowly as you came into view. You held position one step behind Bucky and half a step to the right.

“Hi,” Steve said with a gentle smile, keeping his hands shoved deep in his pockets to curb the habit of a polite handshake. “I’m Steve.”

You gave an uneasy nod, face tense and blank like you were unsure how to act or what to say in this situation.

“I know we’ve just met, but I’m really glad you’re here.”

Your brows furrowed slightly, head tilting to the side in question as your eyes darted to Bucky and back to Steve again. Steve wasn’t smiling anymore, eyes solemn and projecting that 110% sincerity that only he could pull off.

“Whatever happened before and whatever Hydra did to you, I hope you know that you didn’t deserve this.”

You blinked hard, faltering a shuffled step backwards. Bucky stepped in smoothly before the overwhelm could shift to panic.

“Does this mean she can stay here with you?” he asked.

“Of course. As long as she needs.”

Bucky glanced over to you, and though you still looked slightly dazed you nodded your acceptance.

“Okay. Her stuff is in the car. Give me a hand with it.”

The sharp clap he landed to Steve’s shoulder left no room for argument, and you lingered uncomfortably in the hall as Steve followed Bucky outside.

“You’re going to need to ease up a little, pal,” Bucky said softly as they trailed down the porch steps.

The sun had already set, but full dark had not yet descended. Between the gaps in the trees, the clouds were clinging to the last of their fiery glow.

“I just wanted her to know where I stand,” Steve said, holding out his hands obligingly as Bucky reached into the backseat for your borrowed duffle bag and the two heavy backpacks from the bunker.

“I get that, but you can’t treat her the same way you treated me when you found me again. Even when I could barely remember you, I still loved you. Like muscle memory. It made things easier. But if you try to talk to her about her feelings, she might punch you.”

“Give me a little credit,” Steve said, accepting the duffle and choosing not to comment when Bucky kept a tight hold on both backpacks. “I wasn’t going to start with that.”

“I mean it. Go easy.”

Something shifted in Steve’s eyes at the severe expression Bucky leveled him with.

“Okay,” he said softly. “I’ll give her space. I’m not trying to scare her off, Buck.”

“I know you wouldn’t mean to. But your heart's too big for your own good, and that can be… a lot. For people who aren’t used to it.”

Steve nodded slowly, a smile starting to creep up the corner of his mouth.

“What did Sam call it again?”

“Aggressive compassion.”

“Yep that’s the one,” Steve said with a snort. “I’ll try to tone it down for now. No promises.”

When they reentered the cabin, Sam had managed to convince you to sit on the couch with him. You still looked uncomfortable, but you seemed to be making a concentrated effort to push through it.

Bucky surrendered custody of the backpacks to you immediately, and as you started to tuck them between your feet and the couch, Steve spoke up.

“Let me show you where you’ll be staying. So you have somewhere safe to keep those.”

You looked up at him, fingers tensing slightly around the straps before you nodded.

“Okay.”

The guest bedroom Steve led you too was the same room Bucky always stayed in when he visited. He’d probably spent more time here than he had in his own apartment bedroom. It was small but clean, the queen bed in the center was crisply made and covered with a plush green duvet. There was only room for one bedside table, equipped with a small lamp, a candle, and an unopened box of tissues. There were two extra phone chargers in the drawer.

Steve set your duffle bag down on the foot of the bed.

“It’s not much, but I hope you’ll be comfortable. There’s a fan and an electric blanket in the closet if you get too warm or too cold…” he trailed off, looking around the room for inspiration before shrugging. “If there’s anything you need, just let me know. The bathroom is across the hall, and it’s just for you. I use a different one.”

“Thank you,” you said quietly.

“You’re welcome. We’ll give you some space to unpack. Look around.”

You nodded absently, already opening the closet and shoving the two backpacks into the back corner. Steve didn’t comment, leading Bucky back out to the living room in pensive silence.

“Everything good?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, we’ll be fine,” Steve said. “How long does she need to stay for? What’s the plan?”

Sam looked pointedly at Bucky who rolled his eyes.

“We’re working on it.”

“Working on it…” Steve repeated, his face carefully neutral.

“I’ve been focusing on getting her somewhere safe,” Bucky said, crossing his arms defensively. “I haven’t had time to think much farther than that.”

“Okay…” Steve said quietly, but the slight strain lurking behind the calm facade made Sam snort.

“I think you’re breaking his brain.”

“He’s done plenty without a plan before,” Bucky argued.

Steve hummed noncommittally.

“Having no plan is better than having a bad plan.”

Sam obligingly switched sides, hearing the frustration in Bucky’s voice. This was intensely personal for him. He was terrified of fucking it up.

“Give us a couple weeks. We’ll come by again and figure things out,” Sam said, standing from the couch.

“Okay,” Steve agreed, accepting the handshake-turned-hug Sam offered.

“We should probably go. Let you guys get settled,” Sam said, turning towards Bucky. “You ready?”

Bucky glanced back towards the door of the guest room.

“I’ll meet you at the car. I wanna…” He gestured vaguely at the hallway, and Sam shot him a significant look.

“This was your idea, you know.”

“I know. I’m not - I just want to check on her before we leave.”

“You told me you’d be cool about this.”

“And I am. But I wanna see where her head’s at.”

Sam sighed.

“Alright. Five minutes.”

“Or what? You’re gonna leave me here?” Bucky asked skeptically.

“No. But I am gonna talk to you about boundaries and countertransference all the way back home.”

“Fine. Five minutes,” Bucky said with a grimace, waving Sam towards the front door.

Steve shot Bucky a curious look that he pretended not to notice before following Sam.

You were sitting on the bed when Bucky entered the room, looking around the small space with the frown of a lost child. You glanced up at the sound of his boots on the old hardwood, but your expression did not change.

“Are you going to be okay here?” he asked, resisting the urge to close the door behind him. Sam and Steve would be outside by now. “You feel comfortable?”

You tilted your head curiously, gave a little shrug.

“I’m fine. Better than the alternatives.”

“So you’ll stay?” he asked carefully. “You’re not going to run?”

“For now, I will stay,” you confirmed.

Bucky studied you for a moment, the way you always studied him. You sat still, patiently allowing his gaze to linger without comment. You looked sincere, as far as he could tell. Nervous but not quite restless. He had no way of knowing how long your resolve would last, but for the moment it seemed that you at least wanted to stay.

“Could you tell me if that changes? Please?”

Your eyes narrowed slightly. Not anger. Focus.

“You’re worried,” you said softly, and Bucky took a deep breath.

“Yes.”

“Tell me why?”

He bit his lip absently. He didn’t want to lie to you, but he wasn’t sure how much of the truth to share. How much would make you feel safe. How much would make you run.

“I want to help you, but I’m not sure I’m doing it right,” he said finally.

You sat with that for a moment, never taking your eyes off him.

“I’m not in chains,” you said. “I’m free to walk away when I want to. That’s what you told me.”

“Yeah.”

“If you weren’t helping me the right way, I would leave.”

“That’s… true.”

“It is,” you said insistently, standing to move a little closer to him.

“Okay,” he said quietly. “So… good, for now?”

“Good. For now.”

---------------------

I've been missing this one - what about you? How are ya feeling? What are we thinking?

Tags: @shifutheshihtzu @internalbullshit @lilasiannerd-blog @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory @iwillbeinmynest @scotlandasshole @netflixa @hardcorehippos @singingprincessstudent @sophiealiice @blue1928 @tinuviel015 @a-book-pressed-rose @bbparker @battlebunnyteardropsinthesun @feelmyroarrrr @orangespocks @multifandomgirl-us @creideamhgradochas @buckybarneshairpullingkink @rebekahdawkins @xxbuckysbxx

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes series #marvel fanfiction

83 notes · View notes

tealfling · 4 months

Text

This is Us.

Fluff drabble for our favorite brain.

Named Tav x Astarion

"Us!" Amaranth gasped approaching the cage. "I can't believe it's you! Don't worry, I'll get you out!" Amaranth rattled the cage door, then stood, heading to the ask the bugbear about a key.

"Is she talking to one of those--brain things?" Astarion asked disgusted.

"Is that the one from the nautiloid? The one that was following you?" Shadowheart asked Amaranth.

"She had it following her on the nautiloid?!"

Shadowheart continued, "When she freed me from my pod it was following her around and led us to the command center. Which is more help than Lae'zel offered."

"Of course she did. I'm not surprised." An audible metallic click, made Astarion turn toward the cage, door now swung open. "Ugh, Darling, what in the Nine Hells are you doing?!"

"Taking them with us," Amaranth said matter of factily.

"What!? No! We're not taking some brain creature on this little adventure of ours. Do you have any idea where we are?!" Astarion's voice shrilled.

Amaranth gave her love a sweet look, "But they said we're friends and I freed them from their skull. Of course they can join us. We have plenty of room back at camp."

"Camp!? You want to bring that thing back to camp? The dog, sure, that's a normal pet. The raven, fine, I get spooky things are your- thing. I even tolerate the owlbear cub, but this thing? Darling." Astarion gestures repulsed, "It looks so sticky. Bleh."

Amaranth didn't reply, lost to a mind link with Us. The lobotomized intellect devourer scurried off. "Come on!" The tiefling said running after them. "Us knows where to get to Ketheric!"

Astarion throws his hands, "Of course it does." He begins to jog after the group. "Darling if we live through this they're not sleeping in the bed with us."

#bg3 tav #astarion x tav #tav x astarion #tiefling tav #bg3 fanfic #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 screenshots #tav bg3 #tiefling tav fanfic #my tav #tav fanfic #write your tav #bg3 drabble #bg3 us

49 notes · View notes

maestriovermind · 1 month

Text

Pinned

My name is Amy and/or Amaranth, I'm 23, and I love people!

Hey I made a big complicated pinned post once and if you can find it awesome but I've decided conversations are more interesting if I give people enough information to start conversations but not so much information that there's nothing to talk about. This said!

I like video games, ttrpgs, and most forms of storytelling.

I enjoy hypnosis, bdsm in general, and am a very kinky individual.

My DMs are always open, my Discord is "mindgirl" (w/o quotes)

Feel free to ask me anything whenever and I'll get back to you when I can! I love socializing, engaging in kink, hypnosis, and meeting people through video games and other shared interests.

Thanks!

common tags are

#thoughts on the brain #my art #hypnok1nk

#thoughts on the brain

52 notes · View notes

mydisenchantedeulogy · 4 months

Text

Dying Light [Chapter Five] Tea [Bi-Han/Sub-Zero]

A/n: I apologize in advance for the short chapter, but it was necessary. Please enjoy.

Warning(s): female reader, Bi-Han being Bi-Han, arranged marriage au, bonding over tea, revelation, mixed emotions, a tad bit of intimacy, teasing, slight slow burn.

Tag List: @genesiswrld, @cherryblossomly, @dilf-destroyer-04, @louis2gobrrn, @umbransister

No Minors Allowed!!

It is no cinch to those new to the harsh weather of Arctika, but long after sunset, the group reaches the temple, mostly unharmed. You are given no time to take in the icy scenery before you are patched up and then escorted to a warm but spacious room of your own with nothing in it but a bed, a vanity, and a closet. With most of your things lost to the snow - Bi-Han had allowed you to carry what you were able to - you have nothing much to fill the room with; a pair of warm clothes and some minor necessities are all you have to your name.

This inevitable issue, however, will have to wait till tomorrow. You are too exhausted. A night robe is fetched for you, then once you are dressed, you crawl into bed and close your eyes.

You do not even remember falling asleep until the sound of knocking abruptly wakes you.

Is it already dawn? You can not tell.

Reluctantly, you crawl out of bed, groaning as your muscles hurt from the excursion of the previous day. The burn reminds you of the morning after a training session with your master. You trudge over to the door and open it, greeted by a woman with short pewter hair. Her eyes, a shade of arctic blue, gauge you.

“Apologies for waking you, Madam,” she states. “But Master Bi-Han insisted that I do so.”

You raise a curious brow.

“Am I needed for something?”

“No, but he did mention that your things were lost. I can be of service,” she answers.

You understand. That is…kind of him, you suppose.

“Give me a moment to redress - and possibly wake up - then we can talk.”

She nods and waits outside as you dress in one of the two outfits you hauled up the mountain. Once your unkempt hair is combed, you open the door and allow her inside.

“You did lose nearly everything,” she points out, taking a look around.

“There were luckily no irreplaceable things aboard,” you state.

She hums.

“Perhaps some of my clothes will fit you. If not then one of the others might have some. Trips to the nearby town are seldom.”

“Are there many women in the Lin Kuei?” You ask, raising a brow.

The pewter-haired woman nods.

“Aside from myself, I'm Frost, by the way. There is Cyrax and a handful of grunts.” She pauses a moment, turning toward you with a grin. “And now you, the Grandmaster’s wife.”

You frown and offer her your name.

“I've heard about you…and your magic. Some of the grunts were talking about it,” Frost mentions.

You have no doubt. The majority of them witnessed it firsthand, some even saw it twice. You cross your arms, feeling a bit uneasy in the spotlight. It is as expected though, you are new here, in addition to being married to Bi-Han.

“Are you also able to do magic?”

Frost grins and raises her hand. From her mid-arm and up freezes over. You widen your eyes.

“You can do ice magic? Like Bi-Han.”

“Impressed? Master and I are descendants of the Cryomancers, a race from Edenia,” Frost states with pride.

You had never heard of Edenia before. Were there more realms out there besides Earthrealm and Outworld? And what of Kuai Liang or Tomas? Their powers are not ice-based.

There is still much I do not know.

You hum.

“Do the Lin Kuei keep scrolls? I would like to learn what I can about them.”

“That is a service I can not help you with,” Frost admits. “You would have to ask Master Bi-Han.”

You understand. Every clan has its secrets. Locked away, however, you do not know if you will ever see Bi-Han to ask him. This room is a clear sign he means to distance himself from you. But you do not want to be locked away like some damsel from a fantasy novel.

“Can you show me around?” You ask with hope. You want to at least familiarize yourself with your new home.

Frost grins.

“That I can do.”

You are grateful.

For the next half hour, Frost shows you the temple. Aside from the storehouse, which contains the various types of weapons used by the Lin Kuei, and the training hall, you are most impressed by the shared bathhouse, built around a natural hot spring.

You were not expecting your new home to be so likable.

Despite having to share a room, each of the fighters had a comfortable place to rest; Frost took you to her chamber to give you essentials that she could spare or no longer needed. The kitchen and spacious dining area were the final rooms she showed you before taking you back to your bedchamber.

“If you need me, I am usually in the training hall or my room,” she mentions.

You nod, thanking her again.

“I'll see you around, Madam,” Frost says with a wave.

I don't think I will ever get used to that.

Putting away your new things, you decide to venture into the temple on your own. One thing Frost made clear was that the Lin Kuei took care of themselves. With makeup on, you then saunter to the kitchen for a light snack and a cup of tea.

It takes you a few minutes to navigate the many cupboards but upon finding the electric kettle, you put some water on the stove to boil. As you are waiting, deciding on what to make, you hear the sound of footsteps approaching.

A conversation pauses mid-sentence as one or both of the brothers notice you. Kuai Liang immediately bows, followed by Tomas, much to your dismay.

“Please, that isn't necessary. We are in-laws now,” you mention.

“If you insist, Madam,” Tomas says in agreement.

Kuai Liang nods, then saunters over to the cupboard, rummaging through it.

“Would you both like some tea?” You ask.

“If you are offering,” Kuai Liang answers. “I will fetch the bean cakes then.”

You softly smile.

The brothers sit at a low table in the seating area as the water boils. You, in the meantime, place tea leaves in 3 cups, bringing them and the kettle over to the table.

“I’ll get that for you,” Tomas offers.

You deny him the chance.

“Please, allow me.” You pour the water into the cups. “If the wedding had been traditional, I would have had to serve tea to my in-laws. It feels like the least I can do.”

“Your gratitude is appreciated,” Kuai Liang states.

You are glad he thinks so. Sitting at the table with them you eat a bean cake as your tea steeps.

“We did not have the chance to see, but did the ceremony fare well?” Tomas asks.

“It was…nice,” you admit. And sudden.

You honestly do not remember much about that day. Other than the apprehension.

“Steel yourself.”

Your face heats up. It was Bi-Han’s words that eased you that day. It is ironic.

“I wish I had seen our brother in his wedding attire,” Tomas mentions with a grin. “I imagine he scowled the entire ceremony.”

“Tomas,” Kuai Liang chides.

You can tell that he does not mean it. There is a smile on his face.

“Does he express no other emotion?”

Tomas laughs.

“As Grandmaster, brother has much on his mind,” Kuai Liang points out.

You imagine so.

“A wife certainly does not add comfort.”

“You are more than a wife,” Kuai Liang mentions. “He expressed this himself.”

Your face heats up. It is because of your magic, nothing more. Lifting the cup to your lips, you take a sip. If he considers you more, then why does he distance himself from you?

“Where is Bi-Han this morning?”

“With the recruits,” Tomas answers.

You hum. So, he will be busy for most of the day. He might even miss lunch or dinner. It's your job as a wife to attend to him, is it not?

“What sort of food should I make for dinner?”

“Rice is always a good choice and seasonal vegetables,” Tomas points out.

Kuai Liang scolds him again, then covers his grin with the teacup. “And Poultry for muscle building.”

You laugh. It seems as though they are both eager.

A sudden icy chill makes you shiver, despite the warmth from your teacup. Kuai Liang seems to notice something you do not. Following his gaze, you frown as you notice Bi-Han standing in the doorway.

Is the sudden chill coming from him?

“Brother,” Kuai Liang utters, greeting him.

“Your attention should be on the recruits,” Bi-Han points out.

Without a word, the two brothers stand; Tomas thanks for the tea, and then the two of them leave. You sigh, rather liking their company. To avoid an awkward moment, you stand and walk over to the cabinet for another cup.

“Would you like some tea? The water in the kettle should still be hot.”

Bi-Han hums and takes a seat at the table. You serve him and then continue to enjoy your tea.

An awkward silence soon settles in, and you consider returning to your room without so much as a word, but a part of you does not want to leave things this way. This marriage is going to be unpleasant should you decide to ignore him at every turn.

Why can't he be the one to start a conversation though? Is he afraid of me?

You can not control the smile that pulls at your lips.

“Do you frequently think of plunging people into your portals?” Bi-Han asks.

You snort, sitting down your cup.

“Only those who irritate me.”

Bi-Han raises a brow and looks at you.

“Is that said in jest?”

“Perhaps,” you state. “If it gives you solace, I don't think you are irritating…just aloof.”

You can tell by the way his brows knit that he wants you to elaborate, but you do not wish to.

“Your brothers claimed that you were busy with the recruits. How are they fairing?”

“This conversation is not over,” Bi-Han states with a sigh. He takes a drink and then sets down his cup. “They show purpose. But to learn our ways, it will require time; time we have too much of these days.”

That is a fair assessment, though you wonder what he means by his last statement. He seems almost irritated. You hum, considering if you should ask him now about the history of the Lin Kuei. In the end, you decide against it.

Another time.

Sliding his cup out, you take this action as a sign that Bi-Han wants more tea. You take his cup to the kitchen counter to prepare it, then you return to the table and fill it with hot water. As you attempt to return to your seat, Bi-Han reaches out and grabs your arm, halting you.

“Your grip is harsh,” you point out.

“Sit,” he orders, loosening his hold on you a bit.

You do so, raising a curious brow.

Bi-Han lifts his other hand and runs his thumb across your bottom lip, then examines the smear of lipstick across his skin. Your heart races. It felt nice.

“There is no reason to wear this for me.”

An embarrassed heat spreads across your face. While it is true that you started dolling up for him, hearing him point this out makes you feel uncomfortable.

“And if I chose to wear it because it makes me feel nice?”

Bi-Han knits his brows.

“Does it?”

You frown, choosing not to answer.

“There is no reason for you to wear that red jewelry bag either. We are not in the company–”

“Be quiet,” Bi-Han orders. You do so, taken off guard. “I bootlick no one. My decision to wear it is my own.”

But why? You do not know what to say to this. A strange sentiment overcomes you; fondness. Surely, he does not think more of this marriage than he lets on.

“Forgive me. I had assumed that given our standing, you were wearing it for a public image.”

Bi-Han releases your arm.

“I do not seek a public image; I seek combatants. This union is no more than a formality…but I admit you are more than I bargained for.”

Kuai Liang spoke the truth. He thinks of you as more of a warrior than a wife.

“I have given it much thought, and as of tomorrow, you will train as Lin Kuei.”

Is he serious? Given your ability, you do not blame him for wanting to utilize it. So, why do you feel a bit disappointed? Is this not what you want? To be seen as more than a title.

You sigh.

“I understand.”

You suppose this alternative is better than being closed off in a room for the rest of your life. Is marriage even necessary now?

Resting your fingers on your bottom lip, you tighten your jaw. The intimacy of his touch lingers. Why did Bi-Han do that? Touch you in such a way. It irritates you, and not because he smeared your lipstick. Because for a moment you longed for more.

No…just no.

#mortal kombat fandom #bi han x reader #mortal kombat fanfiction #bi han mk1 #arranged marriage au #female reader insert #x reader #mortal kombat 1 fanfiction #Spotify

48 notes · View notes

beautifulchris · 9 months

Text

fate brought us together again — 18. down memory lane

⤷ pairing: bang chan x gn!reader

⤷ synopsis: after spending two years abroad, you come back to the only college that accepted you; the same chris goes to

⤷ genre: smau, college!au, exes to lovers!au, fluff, angst, humor, romance, drama

⤷ tw: manipulative behavior

⤷ wc: 0,4k under the cut

you weren’t going to lie, the exchange made you feel a little frustrated. you were looking forward to this hang out because chris wanted to show you a new song 3racha made before joining the guys for karaoke. you quickly texted him saying you were running late and went to yowon’s place.

she was waiting for you by the door, pulling on your wrist the second you let go of your shoes. she only dropped it when you were seated on her couch. well, her parent’s couch.

“you’re gonna want to stay seated for this one,” she claims, standing, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

“is it bad?”

“depends for who. so, i’ve been told that you were planning on leaving. that's a good thing! you’re gonna see another country and stuff.”

how does she know? i’ve never told anyone except my parents and they don’t talk to her…

“and since chris is staying here, you’re gonna break up with him, right?”

what?

“wait. why are you bringing him up?”

“come on y/n, have you thought about the guy? you haven't told him you were leaving yet? well, now’s your chance to free him! i’m gonna be honest with you, y/n.” she approached you until you were at eye level. “he would be happier without you. you’re making him feel unwanted, unloved.”

really…?

“everyone can see it but you,” she sighed as she straightened.

the tears threatened to fall, you were shaking a little, staring at your hands on your knees.

“oh, poor y/n,” yowon cooed as she sat next to you, putting a hand over your shoulders, “you need to face reality. i had to tell you, for your own sake. you’re leaving next week, right? you should break up with him by then.”

she might as well be right…

“I… I need to go.”

“of course, I understand. take care, lovely.” you couldn't see the triumphant smile yowon was wearing. if you did, perhaps the outcome would've been different…

by the time you reached the door, tears were running down your face. you almost fell over your shoes because you were rushing out.

turned out yowon met one of your parents at the mall and soothed them into telling her your plans. two days later, you broke up with chris, just like she wanted.

a few hours before leaving for france, yowon told you the truth. she had eyes on chris for some time and the fact you were leaving was helping her greatly in her schemes to get to him.

if your heart wasn't shattering during the break up, it was certainly shattering now.

you left with a heavy heart (but came back stronger).

chapter 17 | masterlist | chapter 19

notes: as a thank you for 200 followers and because it's short, i'm posting between the "every two days" meaning there's another chapter coming tomorrow! yay!

taglist: @soobin-chois @exfolitae @raethethey @q1sng @kangyounghyunhands @whyyougottadothatbro @amaranth-writing @nattisbored @adestayskz @rag-iii @liashinmenu @soulphoenix1618 @fangeekkk @borahae-reads @minhwa @jihanniee @misosick @jia-qian @sachisarkive @makayluvsaisans open!

#stray kids bang chan #stray kids smau #skz x reader #skz smau #skz scenarios #skz imagines #skz fluff #skz angst #stray kids fluff #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #bang chan fluff #bang chan x reader #skz bang chan

51 notes · View notes

woolandcoffee · 2 months

Text

At an agricultural consultants meeting put on by a large pesticide company (seriously what is my life even) and I'm in a talk about hervicide-resistant weeds, and of course the speaker touched on palmer amaranth. He had a map of the state up highlighting areas where palmer amaranth is most commonly found, and he said something I found very interesting. The presenter pointed to a highlighted area and said that particular region was where palmer amaranth really thrived "for whatever reason." He then moved on, but now I'm curious - why does palmer amaranth grow better in some areas than others? We know that indigenous peoples here on Turtle Island did use palmer amaranth as a food crop. Were areas where palmer amaranth is commonly found today areas where palmer amaranth was traditionally grown? Palmer amaranth is (in)famous for quickly adapting and becoming resistant to pesticides. It's well-known that palmer amaranth has become resistant to glyphosate, and it's already started to become resistant to dicamba, a dangerous and controversial pesticide that was introduced to combat glyphsate-resistant palmer amaranth only in 2016. That's a fast adaptation, and I find myself wondering why. Why does palmer amaranth become resistant so quickly? If we were to let palmer amaranth just grow, what other plants would return?

The longer I'm in the space, the more I find myself interested in palmer amaranth, and inclined to view it as a friend. I think I'm going to have to start looking into palmer amaranth in more earnest. I'm just fascinated by this guy, and his relationship to western agriculture. There is an entire industry devoted to eradicating palmer amaranth, and he just keeps on trucking. What a guy.

#woolly rambles

12 notes · View notes

avampyone · 8 months

Text

My FFXIV OC blog

I'm still a bit new to Tumblr, but I've been meaning to make a pinned post. Feel free to call me Ded, Pharos or Hemi if that's easier! Chill, non-binary (any pronouns), pan goth with a love for vampires, RPGs and horror games! I may reblog content from other fandoms I adore.

I go between content and occasionally rping or visiting RP venues in game - venue recs welcome! I'll be posting primarily gpose (mostly Hemlocke being my main) on here but will include gpose/story snippets and writing when I have the time and energy to do.

I'm currently working on revising my carrd, but here's some of my FFXIV OCs below:

Hemlocke:

Former Ishgardian noble who’s come to Eorzea searching for a specific black mage cult. A workaholic - Hemlocke is usually busy with bartending or working off his debt to the Thaumaturge guild. Confident and reckless, you’ll rarely find him without a smirk on his face no matter what situation he's facing. A mysterious elezen who's easy to talk with but difficult to truly know. Unfortunately, his supernatural constitution affects his ability to wield magic effectively, and he's likely one of the worst cooks you'll ever met. Hemlocke has a pet bat named Bruce.

Dr Arazul De'Fleur:

A renowned doctor born of the De’Fleur family of Old Sharlayan - quiet, enigmatic and calculating. Like his father, he excels in medical practice and alchemy. A run in with the Garlemald empire and surviving Black Rose changes the course of his life forever. He awakes with an odd mark over his eye, silver hair and lips stained with a purple hue proving remnants of the poison lingers, unbalancing his aether. Worst of all, he develops a ‘Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde personality’. Will he ever find a way to cure himself completely?

Seiro Malkavi:

A WoL and a skilled hunter of the Dotharl clan from the Azim Steppe. His stoic demeanor hides a softer interior, unable to ignore a cry for help. He's honest, straightforward and generally warms up to others quickly. After a tragic incident involving a friend of the Mol clan and in disagreements about war, Seiro leaves his homeland to become an adventurer. The lust for battle and desire for stronger opponents consume all sense from him, and he finds the thrill of the fight in hunting monsters.

Cerys La'Sorciere:

An eccentric sorceress from the Churning Mists who wields a powerful command over the elements and plant life. She has a knowledge of herbal remedies and potions. Merciless to her enemies and seen as a trickster to many – At her core, Cerys carries an ancient secret that none would believe. Unwelcomed in Ishgard, she is the last of the long line of the La’sorciere family whom have made the mists their home for many decades. She allies herself with the Moogle tribe, dragons and the RedBills.

Amaranth Vyce:

A Dhampir priest in training from Ishgard. Trained from his youth at the orphanage, Amaranth primarily fights against the packs of the feral undead and aids Hemlocke when he can. He seems cold, vicious and detached, but he truly doesn't want to harm anyone unless he has to. One of his strengths is the strong connection to spirits and ability to see/talk to them. As a dhampir, he naturally struggles with less than priestly thoughts and hopes fervent prayer to the fury will overcome this.

FFXIV NPCs:

Carvallain De Gorgagne, considering Deryk.

#hemlockeffxiv #ffxiv oc #pinned intro #ffxiv rp #my blorbos

25 notes · View notes

amaranthhiding · 6 months

Text

Empty Earth - Chapter 22

by Hiding Amaranth

Empty Earth Chapter 22 is online on AO3! Jack POV for this one. :)

Cover by the author (original post with both covers)

Empty Earth Words: 97,192 so far, Chapters: 22/? Relationships: Dean/Cas, Sam/Rowena, Jack & Dean, Jack & Crowley POV: Alternating (Dean, Sam, Jack, Castiel, Rowena, Crowley, Naomi, HunterCorp Dean, Michael, Kevin, Balthazar)

Tags: Post-15x18, Fix-It, Epic, Plotty, Action/Adventure, Apocalypse, Slow Burn, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with Happy Ending, Splashes of Humor, Empty Rescue, Protective Dean, Angel True Forms, Consensual Possession, Enochian, Magic, Witch Sam, Queen Rowena, Rebellion in Hell, Samwena First Kiss, Destiel Being Chaotic

Summary: After Castiel's confession, Dean carries a spark of hope telling him this can't be the end. This spark is the strongest weapon for Dean, Sam and Jack in this final war. The enemy is God. The battlefield is an Earth devoid of humans, a Hell in rebellion against its queen, and a Heaven betrayed by its creator. And the stakes are everything and everyone they have ever cared about. Read Empty Earth on AO3!

Excerpt from Chapter 22 under the cut

The caped stranger ran through the dark tunnel much too fast for them to keep up. It was only thanks to Jack's angelic senses that he saw the man come to a stop somewhere ahead. He managed to prevent Mary from crashing into the wall with a warning hand against her shoulder. A quiet curse near them meant John hadn't been spared from that fate.

A light appeared, and Jack saw that the stranger held a small flashlight between his teeth while drawing another one of those chalk sigils. The outline of a door appeared in the wall of the tunnel, and a short press of the man's hand sufficed for it to open outwards.

One after the other, they stumbled out into the blinding brightness of someone's heaven on a sunny beach. The ocean was impressive and slightly intimidating with its size and the crashing waves. Jack had only ever seen such a large body of water in the split second it had taken him to fly across it in his frenzied escape from his own guilt. Standing right in front of these massive plains of blue reaching all the way to the horizon was on a different level entirely.

"Close the damned door if you got any sense!" the stranger called out to them and Jack turned hastily to press the door closed behind John, watching it merge seamlessly into a changing cubicle.

The man didn't wait to see if they complied, already running further ahead through rows of white sun chairs and colorful parasols.

"Doctor Badass, wait!" Jack yelled, attracting the attention of a woman who must have been the owner of this heaven.

"Who the fuck are you people?" she asked them, sitting up on her sun chair. "You're ruining my vibe here."

Jack noticed only then how much they stood out on this beach, fully dressed among people in swimwear, running when everyone else was just lounging and relaxing.

"I'm sorry. We'll stop ruining… your vibe. We were just leaving," he hurried to explain, throwing a look at Mary and John behind him. Mary seemed confused, John annoyed, but the caped stranger didn't slow down, so Jack had no choice but continue their frenzied run.

They caught up with him in front of a wooden booth selling ice cream, where the man was creating another one of his strange chalk doors on the side wall. He waved them inside and they were once more surrounded by darkness.

"All right, enough of this nonsense! Who or what are we running from?" John asked, his voice echoing in the silence of the tunnel.

"Jack, you said Dean is hurt? Where is he?" Mary talked over him, and the worry in her voice was audible.

Jack never had a chance to reply to either of these questions, though, because Doctor Badass cut him off.

"Listen, there's a time for answers, but this ain't it. Gotta shake off the God Squad before they can track us to Homebase."

Read Empty Earth on AO3!

If you'd like to be added/removed from my taglist for Destiel and/or Samwena content, let me know in a reblog, reply, or personal message. :) @samsrowena @cactus-79 @typicalrowena @panthera-dei @butch--dean @thefandomsinhalor @fanficlounge @cocklesdestielfiction @destielficbasket

19 notes · View notes

gunsli-01 · 6 months

Note

for milgram oc ask game ages 11 and 16 and questions 4, 8, 10, 11

Oh, yay!

4. Do they view their murder(s) and justifiable?

Jester is a pretty simple and straightforward person. He tends to view anything as justifiable. He takes things from every angle and isn't the quickest to anger. In a Milgram AU he'd be a bit of a frightening case because he simply could justify anything and feel nothing about doing it. In his regular canon this is beneficial.

Yet it'd make him the worse sort of person in Milgram. His whole stance would be similar to Yuno's.

"The fact I'm here and this is happening is proof enough that what I did needed to occur. You seriously think I'd get myself into this much trouble for what- Fun? If I didn't have to do it, I wouldn't have and the fact that I needed to is justification enough. There's really no need to talk about it any further than that."

Would be his only mindset about it and he would view someone else judging his behavior as a waste of his time. He's a pretty chill kid for the most part but incredibly picky about who he talks to and the opinions he allows to hold weight to him.

So, he'd probably be a standoffish prisoner if he were amongst a bunch of strangers. Not because they're murderers. Simply put he just has no interest in forming connections he doesn't want to and being forced to be around a bunch of people is the best way to make him not want to.

8. What do the voices of the outside world tell them?

"You're a really selfish person." "How could someone like you have the audacity to call yourself anyone's friend let alone theirs'." "A terrible person." "I'd feel sorry for you, but I know what happened to the last person who did that." "It must be hard..." "You seem to miss them deeply." "It gets better." "You did what you had to." "The situation was just all wrong." "I hope you feel better."

10. What is their image color?

Amaranth Purple- Amaranth would also be the flower most prominent in his birthday art.

It can represent immortality and means

"Unfading Affection" or "Everlasting Love" when given as gifts. Here's some facts about it.

X X X

11. What reoccurring themes present themselves throughout their music videos?

A lot of allusions to travel, small almost suffocatingly so rooms in large houses, superficial acts of communication that lead to increased loneliness, and a disdain for the genuine.

(I'm so fucking sorry i misread sixteen as twenty-six and I have no real explaination as to how outside of it's late and I was tired. So, now you get three ocs. I'm just adding this here to avoid confusion.)

Ah this next one may be a bit of a copout of an answer given that they are the age you asked for in real time but in their canon they're only nineteen. Hope that isn't a bother. Especially since I don't get to talk about them often. Despite them being one of my personal favorite characters to write.

His actual story is under reconstruction, and I haven't gotten to touch his character in a while as a result. technically it's being merged with another story.

Though if he did wind up in Milgram, he definitely would not be his age in canon which is why I went with his age by the current year when it comes to a Milgram au. Jester on the other hand would fuck up that young.

4. Do they view their murder(s) and justifiable?

"I didn't mean it, I didn't- mean it. This isn't the solution I wanted."

No. He does not. However, the problem was successfully solved. No one was satisfied though.

8. What do the voices of the outside world tell them?

"Your life is fucked up." "That's scary." "You deserve to stay in there." "This is just sad." "That's not how family is supposed to behave." "I don't know how to feel about this." "I want to forgive you but I also think it's safer if you stay in Milgram as long as they're not killing people at the end of this." "I'd say get therapy but that was part of the problem in this case." "Yes king dissociate harder. Reality is flawed." "In a unique twist of fate everyone here was so wrong that we've gone straight to a neutral outcome." "Those people kind of deserved it." "After a point a solution becomes a problem somehow you reached that point at birth." "Everything that could have gone wrong here went wrong. Good job team. Pack it up we can stop having things occur for this man now."

10. What is their image color?

Because I brought up a flower for Jester, I feel bad not bringing up one for Leyton.

His flower would be Azaleas.

Azaleas tend to mean Temperence and are used to remind people to take it easy.

"While azaleas represent passion, they also symbolize temperance. In other words, the plant reminds us of our ability to practice moderation — even when it comes to those things and people we love the most. You can still live a life full of love, romance, beauty, passion, and abundance while remaining level-headed and avoiding overindulgence. Self-control is a must-have in order to achieve stability and groundedness in your life. All things in moderation." X

They've also been related to family.

Something that generally makes them fit Leyton nicely.

11. What reoccurring themes present themselves throughout their music videos?

Persistence, distortion, power imbalances, responsibility, existentialism (primarily focusing on the right one has to exist and repaying those who made it possible for them to exist without question when asked), familial duty, housing, fiscal stability. Depending on his current mindset sibling relationships.

I'd love to hear your opinion on them. I love all my ocs dearly. Even though they're all a bit fucked up.

Goes up to reread ask to see if I answered correctly-

Oh, fuck you said sixteen! Damn it how did I read twenty-six. I'm sorry it's late and I'm still sick. So, I guess you're getting three ocs because it would be a waste to erase all that.

So, say hello to one of the specialist of girls,

4. Do they view their murder(s) and justifiable?

"Ha-ha, what a funny question. Do things people do need a reason or to be justifiable? It's such a immature way of looking at things... Guard, are you sure you're up for this sort of job? Not everything needs or has a justification you know. Besides even if I did have one that wouldn't make my actions any less objectively bad. Sorry, I'll stop teasing. Since I got what I wanted I'd say it was justified."

Yes, but no, but yes. If the ends justify the means then yeah she guesses what she did was justifiable but she also really has zero inclination to justify it. She's just an outcome based person.

8. What do the voices of the outside world tell them?

"You're not sorry at all!" "Your hair is super cute!" "How can you still be having a good time after doing all that." "Do you even feel empathy?" "You had way too much free time." "Well being raised like that what should we expect." "It's not bad to focus on one's own needs but..." "How exactly did you get what you wanted here this is a terrible outcome? It's a surpise you still have friends. I couldn't imagine speaking to anyone who did this ever again." "You plan to just go back and what pretend you didn't do all that?!" "YOU STILL HAVE AN ACTING CAREER BITCH! HOW?! I LOSE JOBS FOR JUST BREATHING WRONG AND YOU'RE STILL EMPLOYED!" "This is gonna be bad to say but I'm ultimately just impressed at the level of thought put into this at this point. I mean instead of being normal you truly went fuck it I'll escalate this further. Really went we can be insane together." "How the fuck is he not here- oh wait... Yeah, he's the victim." "I know voting innocent isn't going to make her better but she had me at 'Dead and gone- Oh she's crazy my love's eternal but you'll fade quickly'. I'm not fixing this I want her to get worse actually." "She's soooo normal." "This is what he would've wanted." "Toxic heteronormativity sweep!" "What you and your victim had was special. You both made each other so much worse and I have no doubt there's a universe in which he's here instead of you."

(Side note there is. If being worse was a contact sport James and Luna would be the worlds best team even though they're actually shown to be quite reasonable in their respective canons. They're both really susceptible to living in extremes. The only thing that leveled these two out was putting them in a polyamorous relationship with the nearest individual with a moral compass. However in a Milgram au one of them must be dead for the other to be here and they never spoke to that third person.)

10. What is their image color?

Her flower is Orchid the white variety mainly.

11. What reoccurring themes present themselves throughout their music videos?

The sun (in it's many forms but mainly sunlight), lack of presence, authenticity, boredom, extreme thrill seeking behavior, the feeling that there's only one opinion that matters and it's not the audience's or hers, contentment, memories.

#thanks for asking it was really fun to answer!#even though I fucked up greatly several times.

17 notes · View notes