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calisources · 2 months

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𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒.

All of these sentences are mostly taking by my own mind and i'm not joking. It was hard finding material quotes regarding tournaments in historical or fantasy setting. Some are from shows or media but eighty percent is all from my own mind, please give credit if use these. Change pronouns, names, locations as you see fit. All of these involve the medieval event of a tournament and what happens around them.

I fear I am already bending far too many rules just by taking you, my young princess.

Show me your hands, you will have blisters soon.

Lady Eglantine doesn’t believe in love, only lust.

In the world of competition, only the strongest shall prevail.

A true champion is not defined by their victories, but by the obstacles they've overcome.

Victory is sweetest when it's earned through sweat, hard work, and determination.

Will you not participate in the tourney, my lord?

May I have the honor of wearing your favor today, my lady?

Good luck to you, my Prince.

The tournament is not just a test of skill, but a test of character as well.

Is it always this bloody? Will those poor men die? Someone must see them.

I want him to wear my favor. Only him.

If he wins, the knight has the right to name his Queen of Love and Beauty. And at the feast, they shall dance.

Be careful. A tourney is a grand place for courtly love, but also, for blood to rise and affairs to appear.

Call me what you like, say I'm without honor, I don't care. I'm not getting on any more horses to whack you people with a stick.

Kings may be chosen by God, but they still make the mistakes of men.

When even those who rule can sink this low, it is not possible to change anything.

It's my lucky charm, be sure to bring it back to me.

My favorite blue ribbon. Take it.

It will bring you good fortune and you will return from joust unharmed.

I was hoping to ask for the Princess's favor.

How about a kiss, for luck?

Courtly love was the culture around the performance of love at court.

And now, rather than admit these feelings, you're dancing around one another with this mind-numbing and frankly boorish mating ritual.

The knights take on the duties of shadows with pride.

Whoever wins the tournament, shall become the prince/princess’ new betrothed.

You want to marry my daughter? Prove yourself worthy.

Petyr survived only because I begged Brandon not to kill him.

When Petyr heard of my engagement, he challenged Brandon to a duel.

You do qualify to marry my daughter.

What matters most is who she will give her favor to.

Her face is one that can create dynasties or crumble empires.

I was hoping for a word before you rode on the tourney, my Prince.

My brother is the one competing against you, please be gentle with him.

The games are done for the day, please, feast and drink as you wish.

You have been staring all day, my lord. I was beginning to wonder if I had something in my face.

Any damsel that's in distress - she'll be out of that dress when she meets Jim West.

Great men do not seek power... they have power thrust upon them.

My daughter seems. . .infatuated with you. I have yet to see why.

The princess is naive and thinks any man who is kind means well. A tournament will only show her the reality of life.

You honor the arena with your combat. May your swords and shield preserve the peace.

In the songs all knights are gallant, all maids are beautiful, and the sun is always shining.

I will be brave for Princess Pea.

As a squire, your first duty is to your knight’s armor. Your knight’s armor is more important than your own life.

You will be knighted and you will have earned your knighthood.

You are hurt. At least let me tend to your wound.

The men laugh and fight and the ladies search for husbands.

Nothing like a good tournament to find a husband, or a companion for the night.

Rumors are always spread with ease in these.

Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life?

You say I'll never get your blessing till the day I die.

We're married now, but we still haven't told your dad. This is the right time.

Are you promised to someone?

My sister's getting married. It's a love match. A rare thing. I’m not so lucky. My husband is to be chosen by who can hold a sword the longer.

Why can’t women participate in the games?

There are games for the ladies, Your Grace. But they are less. . .gruesome. And of course, the dancing.

Princes and Princess all over the realm and across the sea are coming for this event. You must shine brighter.

Let me help you with your armor. It appears loose.

As I promised, I return your favor to you, my lady.

The Prince never loses a joust. He will crown his queen and then all will be well.

I do not understand the appeal of this.

I spend days making these favors, let me stay a little longer.

My lady, I do not need your favor to win, but perhaps, a kiss of good faith.

I do not care who wins these games, your hand is already arranged for another.

Men are scoundrel, specially when blood runs hot after a good battle, stray away from them.

These games are done in honor of the king’s heir.

The lord’s daughter is said to have bloomed, and the man chooses to announce it like this.

A tournament is for men to boost their strength, fathers sell their daughters like mares and for affairs to happen.

I saw you on the stands today, my lord. But you did not participate on the games.

My brother wishes to dance with you, my lady. He is all too shy to ask himself.

You were injured. Have you allowed someone to heal them or are you too stubborn to let them?

Princess, you must not stray too far away.

Mother is too drunk and annoyed to care, she won’t mind.

#roleplay memes #sentence meme #( cali meme. )#rp memes #rp prompt #rp musings #roleplay prompt #medieval meme #tournament meme #tourney meme

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jazeswhbhaven · 5 months

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Hang Up Raphael, I'm gonna get to know him better ♱♡‿♡♰ (Christmas Miracle L-Card PROLOGUE Spoilers II)

Ooo he's feisty. But really he's telling you to check out the previous post before you continue ->

But if you've already checked it out, let's goo :D

*heavy breathing* Yeah uh just a moment I need to shower real quick, wait I forgot you like it dirty...uh yeah it's right here ready for you bring that hungry mouf hereeeeee *cough* OKAY so :D

We left off where he was critiquing the food from the stalls and then he turns to MC and says that little fucking line and it has me over here losing it because truly....I know he means more of like in a taunting way instead of sexual but come on Raph, pleassseeee

So Beel at this point is done with his shit lol and is saying if you aren't here for fun then clearly you're here to pick a fight. (intensely stares at Beel's sprite because his chest is looking mighty nice)

RAPHAEL WHAT

Like, I know this is just them speaking to each other on a enemies level, but something feels sexually charged here. "Want me to murder you?" "Yeah only if you let me punish you" Now my brain is swimming with enemies fucking each other and the dominance struggle and Raphael trying to top but Beel wins because he's simply just that much more powerful and stronger.

But, let me get back on task, sorry <3

So inbetween this time, Raphael challenges Beel by spitting a fucking meat bone in his direction with such force it nearly takes his head off. Which is pretty impressive if I say so myself. Amon gets trigger happy and defends his majesty but the bullets deflect? Stolas tries next bringing out a whole tommy gun and whelp all the bullets miss and start hitting the stalls instead. At this point, since I read this prologue already I understand why this is happening, though when I first read it I was like WAIT IS RAPHAEL INVINCIBLE??? Lmao Beel even brought out his whip and it didn't even get close to him. But again Beel is the one that points out that it's the christmas miracle that is stopping all the attacks. And MC is like OH WOW SO THATS WHY NOTHING IS WORKING

Raphael here tells MC to shut up and covers his ears (so neurodivergent coded, not liking sudden loud sounds lol) it's okay bby I'll get you some earmuffs.

So after it's pointed out that it's a christmas miracle, Raphael is excited and wants to test out how long they got until his attacks can go through. (A menace I swear) And Beel accepts that challenge

So Raphael points a skewer with meat on it toward Beel to mess with him and my bitey king does this sexy ass shit where he eats the entire fucking thing (and possibly Raph's hand if he chose)

I am not strong, the pervy thoughts are always in my head. "Shall we do it somewhere" is where my brain stopped processing and went back to the enemies fucking once more lmao

But it did have me wonder where Beel wanted to post up for this duel of theirs...and boy do we find out what he means...

And wham bam, Bael is escorting MC to the meeting place that Beel told him to come at night. Given that Bael is pissed off he didn't exactly say where he just gave some general ass description and they were walking around all night trying to figure out where he was lol

Oh shit, an S&M club???? Now we're talking!

In my longfic btw, I have my MC randomly visiting Avisos and I do have a specific club I headcanon that she would go to in Avisos and Amon was the one to take her and she ends up filling in for a dancer that called in and that's how Beel met her! It was sort of similar to the vibe of this club lights wise, but yeah just dancing and drinking and strippers, no kinky stuff.

But I wouldn't put it past Avisos to have a place like this and only because of the type of atmosphere it has. This is why this place would be fucking dangerous for me because I would be in and out of those clubs like mad just observing. IRL though, there are such things at Fetish Balls and what not and I don't attend those, mostly because it's for a certain crowd and meh while I do enjoy talking about kinks I do not actively participate in them with others.

Continuing on though

I'm crying because Bael is just like "Oh you haven't been?" As if someone is just gonna be visiting these kinds of clubs all the time. Surely it's normal for them but come on Bael this is adorable lol

MC does show interest in wanting to go to one and I like that it shows a bit of that pervy character that's been missing a bit. Like ngl for the most part in the main story MC has been very sheepish when I'm wanting like full on "I'm always fucking lewd like lets fuck rn pretty much" and maybe I'm putting too much expectation on MC but come on...if canon wise MC is a woman....what's so bad about her being FORWARDLY horny all the time? Show that to me please. No holding back.

Moving on,

Bael and MC go toward the commotion in the back of the club and we find out they got my bby Raphael all strapped up

Like he was struggling so hard he was creating marks and bruises from the chains on himself. Even in Michael's story he didn't struggle too much, he was just kinda sitting here with minimal resistance. It makes me wonder if between these two angels, one just knows how to conserve energy and the other is just fucking wild.

Ooop!

Well at least we know he still has that murderous energy.

Lmao fucking Beel. So he's been hitting Raph with this whip I'm guessing, you know the kind you use during impact play, and Raph is not having a great time.

Bael runs over to Beel to chew him out though about how he didn't really give specifics on where'd he be and Beel is just like :D heyyyy bestie, you're late tho.

Lmao see? lmao Bael is so fucking done with his shit.

So Beel further explains how they got Raph in there in the first place, stating that he hasn't been able to attack them so with the devils in mass numbers they were able to pin him down and drag him to the club where he was throwing a fucking fit

And Beel got the idea that well since you're already tied up might as well play with you for a little bit. Lol

This is so hot of him, I swear this prologue is hitting me on all fucking sides because not only do we have Raphael acting like a cocky bastard, we have Beel acting like a sexy bitch and my coochie can't take much more of this. My body will detach from me at this rate.

Also yeah Raphael clearly fucked up the store, he probably knew what goes on in an S&M club and didn't want to go in and the funny part is since I saw that one comic, it's possible that this triggers memories of him walking in on God and Solomon bumping booties and perhaps doing a bit of kinky things so he doesn't want to be around that because it makes him go rabid.

But that's me having my theories.

Raphael was going on about how he's gonna give everyone divine punishment once he gets out of those chains yadda ya whatever bby please keep barking at me while I call you a good boy <3

He is cute MC, I'm glad we agree on this. He's just being a brat.

I love Bael. He's having a great time watching an enemy be the subject of humiliation. Again we are getting into those questionable themes of dubcon/noncon, degradation, public humiliation, etc., and some of this may very well be too much for most players. Btw if at any time any of these subjects bother anyone, please remind me to tag them appropriately so you can avoid any posts that have this mentioned if you still enjoy my other rambles and such!! I'd like to make sure I'm being respectful of boundaries.

Back to the h0rni..... So Beel invited MC to play around with Raph first and MC plays the whole "who me?" act and Beel is like nuh uh none of that you know what I mean....and he starts doing this?????

What do you wanna do with MC/me???? *nervously sweats*

PACK IT THE FUCK UP IM SWALLOWING HIS COCK IN FRONT OF EVERYONE IN THAT CLUB DAMMIT

I am so fucking serious that they make Beel so deliciously lewd....like it's bad enough Satan and Mammon carry their own energy of horny, but this devil right fucking here is overflowing with it. The fact that MC is always fucking wet around him is proof in the pudding.

The whole S&M club will have to wait on me playing with my angel bby because Beel has been teasing this entire prologue and I'm about to bust it's not even funny.

But, alas MC is agreeing to play with Raphael...and with the gifts that Beel gave them for christmas as an idea. But alas...

Raph is not having it...not one fucking bit lol

I'd like to be delulu that he's just being bratty, but I'm really interested in the story so I can see how it is that we arouse him because he's so against it at first....maybe there's just something about MC's touch that the angels are unable to withstand? And also his card shows those piercings and since Beel is known for his piercings....I wonder if he did that to him. But I'll never know unless someone shares spoilers of the story on here or on reddit or something T^T

pstttt if you have his card somehow and don't mind sharing with me I'd be forever grateful

So it cuts off here on Raph's prologue which honestly I think ran a bit longer than Mike's, but at the same time I noticed they didn't show his sprite dressed up like his card and I wonder if it's possibly because it will show up later like that with him wearing the ball gag and stuff. I'm happy for you all to sit with me through another prologue playthru <3 There's more to post (these take me well over an hour to create phew...I'm still working on Beel's event and that may be a 3 parter tbh because of how long it is) See you next time (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡-your lovely admin

#what in hell is bad #whb #whb raphael #game playthrus🖤#whb event #raphael blurbs👼#beel is so hot in this i swear #you'll be seeing a lot of beel brain rot in this post

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brittle-doughie · 8 months

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SMOKED CHEESE DESERVES SOME LOVE TOO!

Might I request a Smoked Cheese x reader secinaro?

“Tonight, we’re honored to have our very special guests with us: the venerated Mozzarella Cookie, Smoked Cheese Cookie, and His Reverence High Priest Cheesenbird!”

“But to really make this occasion of Monster Games special, the Royal Golden Cheese Colosseum would like to welcome its champion, Y/N Cookie!”

You just facepalmed with a sigh as the crowd roared particularly loud after the announcement of your presence, but you still waved to them with the others.

Did they really have to announce you out to the colosseum? When you’re not even fighting any of the monsters here?

You felt a hand drag across your back as Mozzarella Cookie went to your left, giggling as she did so.

“Hehe! Aw, is our champion getting a little antsy? It would’ve been too easy to bet on you winning!”

Another hand dragged across your back, it was to the right this time. Smoked Cheese Cookie made himself known.

“It is just squabbles amidst lowly beasts, my champion~ You shouldn’t trouble yourself with this one, it’s beneath you.”

Nothing is beneath you if it means you get to fight something. It doesn’t hurt to keep your skills sharpened, even if your opponent only lasted seconds…

“Do not worry, my champion. If you can wait until the Games are over, then I’ll challenge you to a fight…”

Smoked Cheese Cookie got really close to your face.

“I’d like to see for myself what the Royal Golden Cheese Colosseum’s greatest fighter is really made of~”

You stopped him. You quietly gestured to Cheesenbird.

Hey, Smoked Cheese. Not when Cheesenbird is here…

“Ahh, poor monsterz. I shall welcome them with open wingz. Everyone deserve healingz! Chirp! Chirp!”

“Fine.”

Smoked Cheese got annoyed, but ultimately relented as he walked back to his original spot, with Mozzarella giggling from the exchange.

You stopped him for a moment, as you placed a hand on his chin.

But…you weren’t turning down his offer for a chance at a duel with you. You wanted to know if he had the skills to back up the talk. Or he was not strong enough to handle you~?

Smoked Cheese scoffed as he nudged your hand away, but you can see his clearly flustered demeanor as you chuckled.

You could hear Mozzarella giggling again, causing you to turn your gaze at her, causing her to squeak as she could feel your eagle-like stare, a sinister smile plastered on your shadowed face.

Would she like to join Smoked Cheese in the duel? You could take on the both of them, it wouldn’t matter. The both of them wouldn’t last long against you anyway~

Mozzarella turned away from you, trying to hide her immense blush.

Yeah, that’s what you thought…

#brittle answers #cookie run x you #cookie run x reader #cr x reader #cookie run #crk x reader #cookie run kingdom x reader #cookie run kingdom #cr kingdom #smoked cheese cookie #mozzarella cookie

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sapphire-writes · 1 year

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I have a request. I’m thinking Aemond x Rhaenyra’s daughter. She is a sword fighter and beats him. Do whatever else you’d like I just love this concept.

An Unlikely Opponent ~ Aemond x Velaryon(Strong)!Reader

note: I love the idea of Aemond getting humbled, especially by his niece 😏 hope you enjoy lovely! 💚 masterlist word count: 0.6k disclaimer: reader is described with Strong features (hair/eyes)

Aemond does not believe it at first when he sees her in the training yard early one morning. Her dark hair was braided expertly down her back, and her dark eyes narrowed in concentration as she swung her sword.

The blade clashes against that of Ser Criston, who is covered in a layer of sweat. The daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen smirks, before lunging at him once more. She is always the aggressor in her movements, a lithe snake cornering a mouse.

“Come to train, Uncle?” she calls, spotting Aemond’s harsh glare. The corner of his mouth lifts into a smirk, as he walks over to where she stands. He glances down at her and watches her chest rise and fall with her breath. It is this close that he can see the resemblance to that of Harwin Strong.

“Fight against you would be little challenge, niece,” he sneers and the girl before him blushes scarlet with anger. Ser Criston sheaths his sword, backing away from them. She points her chin up at him.

“Pick up your sword then, uncle,” she challenges, and so Aemond does. He retrieves a sword and jumps from one foot to the other, preparing. Aemond enters every fight as though it shall be his last, even in the training yard.

He turns and watches his niece, sword held in front of him as they begin to dance around one another. As he expects, she strikes first, slamming her blade into his. The sound echoes off the walls of the training yard in the early morning air.

Aemond must admit, she is a fast little creature. She moves like quicksilver through the air, not letting up for a moment. All Aemond can do is block her attacks, and hope she tires quickly. But she does not. The blood of the dragon runs thickly within her veins, the fire within her only further stoked during her years at Dragonstone trained by her stepfather Daemon.

“If you are on the defensive,” Daemon had told her, “you put yourself at the mercy of your opponent. Shall you put your faith in someone’s mercy, daughter?”

Aemond twirls away from her, her sword nearly missing his head. He spins behind her, swiftly kicking her so she tumbles to the ground. His niece releases a frustrated growl, before pushing herself back to her feet, facing him in a crouch.

The pair circle each other, and Aemond prepares to attack, having put a pause on her offensive strategy. His sword clangs against hers as he forces her to back up, defending herself. As he spins his sword ready to hold it to her neck and end the fight, she spins, braid flying like a whip behind her. She slams her legs into his and Aemond falls to the ground. She is on him in an instant, her cloak fanning out behind him as though wings.

She locks his sword-wielding hand under her boot, pinning his wrist to the ground. Her sword is aimed at his neck, the sharp tip of the blade pressing into his flesh. She smirks wickedly.

“Shall we duel till first blood, uncle?” she asks in a raw voice, as the tip of her blade digs deeper. Aemond’s chest rumbles with a growl, his face a mask of rage. This only makes her grin widen.

“Surely you do not mean to give up so easily?” she challenges, leaning into him. Her boot nearly cracked the bones in his wrist. A faint blush coats Aemond’s pale cheekbones, his mouth a tight line. Aemond can feel her hair tickling his face as she whispers to him.

“Shall we spar again?”

#sapphire requests #aemond x reader #aemond x you #aemond imagine #aemond drabble #aemond targaryen x you #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x niece #aemond x niece #aemond targaryen #house of the dragon #aemond fic #aemond x strong!reader #aemond x velaryon!reader #aemond targaryen x strong!reader #aemond one eye #hotd aemond #hotd

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the-fiction-witch · 5 months

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Idiot

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating Adorable

Requested:

can u do a story where they are about to do the duel with Sneed and Jack when they are about to fight and then Fagin goes instead. Well instead of Fagin doing it can u make y/n do it instead and like Jack gets really upset and thinks she's going to get shot but then doesn't and Sneed gets shot instead? And then after Jack confesses his love for her ❤️.

I walked out to the coast to meet Sneed for this stupid duel, prepared to fight with him and having freshly refreshed my sword skills in preparation.

"You're an idiot," Y/n said as she followed along as my second I was going to bring Fagin but as usual he had disappeared when I needed him, so I brought Y/n along really any excuse to spend more time with her, Maybe all the adrenaline with cause me to actually tell the damn girl I like her. But I'd been trying to do that for the last three years and still hadn't gotten anywhere.

"I know," I rolled my eyes, she'd been on this since I told her.

"you're going to die."

"I'm not going to die."

"Yes, you are."

"No, I'm not. I spent ten years in the navy I'm a master with a sword."

"And what if he doesn't pick swords as the weapon?"

"He challenged me, simple duel rules Challender picks location and time, Accused picks weapons."

"And if Sneed ignores that?"

"He won't. He's a gentleman."

"So are you and you'd cheat him out of choosing if you'd challenged him."

She did have a point there, "Well he's more a gentleman than I am."

"And what if he does let you pick and it turns out he's great with a sword."

"I already know he isn't and I am, hence why I shall pick swords."

"and if he hurts you?"

"He won't hurt me,"

"what if he does?"

"He won't, I will merely scratch the pompous git and this will be over"

"And if he does scratch you?"

"Then I'm a doctor I can fix it."

"if you live, I'm gonna kill you."

"I know y/n," I sighed, "What will you do if I win?"

"I'll kick your blonde butt for going through with it."

"And if I lose?"

"I'll kick your blonde butt for not listening to me." She said,

I stopped for a moment knowing just over this hill was the spot where Sneed and I would Duel, for a moment I did think of all she had said, she was right I was being an idiot but I wasn't going to let him win.

"You alright?"

"Yeah," I nodded forcing my feelings away, for a moment I wanted to tell her how I felt about her, how even as I looked at her in her grey dress, the hem dirty and torn, her straggly hair pulled back with a bow, her arms crossed over her chest, she looked infuriated with me but still m,y heart fluttered for her. "If I win, Would you kiss me?" I asked,

She chuckled, "Funny Jack." She rolled her eyes walking on but I held her arm stopping her and forcing her to turn back to me,

"If I lose, will you kiss me?"

"If you lose, you'll be dead, and the only thing you shall receive from my lips is me telling you I told you so." She said heading up the hill,

"Well, I am rather ... mostly grateful to have known you Y/n"

"Likewise Jack, life will never be the same without you, you utter idiotic fuckwit."

I sighed but followed her and soon enough we arrived where Sneed stood with his second some, slimy guy and a priest. "Since when does a priest officiate a duel?"

"Who else is there?" She asked,

"Good point."

"Ahh finally arrived Dawkins. we had a bet you'd be late." Sneed smirked,

"I wouldn't be late, If you hadn't picked somewhere quiet to out of my way." I sighed,

He ignored me "Miss," He slyly smiled at y/n bowing his head slightly like a gentleman.

"Eyes front Sneed or I'll blacken one." She warned him,

"Now shall we get on then?" The priest asks,

"Yes, I think we should." Sneed Smirked,

"Gentlemen are you prepared to settle this amicably," The priest asked and both I and sneed nodded "Wonderful, Now. That being the case, seconds. Ensure the weapons are loaded," he said opening the case to reveal two pistols,

"Uhh... I thought the accused chose the weapons." I spoke up, "The challenged picks the weapons that was always the rule." I said panic setting in,

"That's Cambridge rules Dawkins, not down here." He smirked,

Ohhh fuck! fuck! fuck!

Y/n and his slimy man took the pistols checked them over and loaded them

"Ten paces each, tun and fire on my signal. All clear? Then let us proceed with the festive Proceedings." He said heading over to the duelling spot with Sneed smirking behind him,

For a moment my feet were glued to the floor I couldn't move them even if I wanted to, my heart felt like it was racing and slowing at the same time, I felt... utterly empty unsure how I was going to get out of this, even if there was a way out of this. I began to walk over but -

"Ohh for-" She began as she grabbed my jacket and pulled my lips to hers, I was overjoyed fireworks going off in my stomach but I had no time to hold her or even kiss her back before she pulled back, "You absolute idiot."

I wanted to stay and kiss her forever but I walked and stood where I had pistol in hand Sneed's back to mine,

"One," The priest began forcing me to take my first step I listened as he counted down a million things flashing through my mind,

"Two" I could run?... I'd never get that far.

"Three" I could turn and shoot him before the count... I'd be arrested for that.

"Four" I could try and shoot him!.. he'll shoot me first.

"Five" He's gonna shoot me... I can only pray he only gets my arm or my leg something I can deal with

"Six" No he's gonna get my chest or my head just to be a cunt about it

"Seven" I'm really gonna die... and I never told y/n!

"Eight" She kissed me! and I never even told her I liked her!

"Nine" So this is it... the life I've lived. In a few seconds, It will all be over... at least I'll die having kissed y/n, god knows I'd have wanted more but, I Guess I'll be happy. and I die savouring her kiss

"Ten!"

I turned on my heels as quick as I could pointing my pistol and so did he but -

"Cease this immediately!" The Governor yelled,

Quickly we both looked over as he came over the hill, I saw everyone standing watching y/n with a hand over her face but she peeked out when she heard his shout

"I was told... rather unsportingly, that this town cannot survive without its two surgeons. Lower your weapons." He demanded, I waited until Sneed lowered his but when he did I lowered my own "Good, Now In circumstances such as these, the seconds must assume their place."

"What!" I yelled,

"No this is not how I want to view a duel." the Slimy man complained,

"I will not be duelling bloody anybody!" Y/n complained,

"You can't, she can't she- she's a woman she can't duel," I said,

"Well given the circumstances we shall allow it."

"I'm from a good family dating back to 1256." He complained,

"Why should I die because he's an idiot. This can't be allowed!" she complained,

"I revoke my allegations," Sneed said,

"I apologise unreservedly," I told him,

"It's too late," The priest said,

"Honour must be served." The governor demanded,

Sneed handed his pistol over but... I couldn't I can't do this to her, it's not fair, it's not fair, she'll die!

The priest forced the pistol from my hand and gave it to her,

"Jack?" She pleaded But he forced her to walk "I am never! not going to be angry with you. I swear to god Jack I will haunt your every waking moment! I will be the face in your nightmares and I swear! you will have nothing but nightmares for the rest of your miserable life you idiotic little shit!" She yelled as she walked to the point

"One," Oh my god

"Two," this is really happening

"three," She's gonna get shot and it's all my fault

"Four" I can only hope he hits her arm, her leg, her foot something I can save her!

"five." I'm never gonna see her again

"Six," But- I I never told her I love her!

"Seven," She'll die never knowing how I felt about her

"Eight," I'd sell my soul just to kiss her... just one more time

"Nine" Oh gods no not Y/n! I can't watch!

Tears filled my eyes so much I could barely even see but I didn't want to see

"Ten!"

And I heard two shots.

The Shots echoed through the sky but I heard only one scream, Sneed dropped to the ground having been shot in the thigh, in fact... given the angle, she had shot him, his second so useless he fired into the air nowhere even here her. I was so relieved she was okay.

I rushed over and hugged her as tight as I could, she hugged me too dropping the pistol, I sniffled and tried desperately not to cry into her shoulder, "I was so scared I was gonna lose you."

"yeah. well... How do you think I felt you idiot." She laughed,

"You're right. I am so so sorry, that you had to do this... and for not listening to you."

"It's okay, you're forgiven." She smiled, "So? I shot Sneed that mean I win?"

"I mean technically you were dueling with that guy, but... I do appreciate you shooting Sneed."

"So? do I win or not?"

"I'm gonna say you win."

"Good, So? do I get a kiss if I win?"

"I think you definitely deserve a kiss." I smiled pulling her into a sweet an soft kiss, I felt so happy when I kissed her, like nothing else mattered in this world but the two of us, "I'm in love with you."

"What?"

"I'm in love with you, I have loved you since the first day I met you, and I was the biggest Idiot in the world for never telling you, It dawned on me... as I walked that, I could have died and never told you how I felt, if you had died I'd never have seen you again and never did I tell you how much I adore you."

She smiled widely and stroked a tear from my cheek "Awww, Yeah Jack. I love you too you big dumb idiot" she smiled rubbing her nose on mine

"I'm your big dumb idiot" I smiled rubbing back

"Yeah, But I love you" she smiled pulling us into another sweet kiss.

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buffshipper8490 · 1 year

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Rating

Mature (Violence, Language, Smut)

Length

75k+ words, Complete

Summary

A Star Wars Episode IX story using elements of "The Rise of Skywalker" & "Duel of the Fates" with a happy ending

As the Resistance mounts a last ditch mission to break through the transmission blockade on the First Order Capitol of Coruscant, the last Jedi Rey races towards the hidden planet of Exegol to stop the return of the Sith...

Title Crawl

There Shall be Two Halves of a Whole One to Embody Power and also to Crave it A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away... STAR WARS PROPHECY OF THE DYAD The iron grip of the FIRST ORDER has spread to the farthest reaches of the galaxy. Only a few scattered planets remain unoccupied. Traitorous acts are punishable by death. Determined to suffocate a growing unrest and a continued insurrection led by GENERAL LEIA ORGANA and her RESISTANCE, Supreme Leader KYLO REN has silenced all communication between neighboring systems and travels to MUSTAFAR in search of a SITH artifact that promises the power to destroy any challenge to his reign...

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I don't think that smelling a bond is as big of a deal. However, I do find it more telling that the only other time where a bond scent affected another male so badly was Tamlin's when he scented Feysand's bond during the Hybern confrontation.

And I knew Tamlin understood a moment before the king laughed. “I don’t believe it. Your bride left you only to find her mate. The Mother has a warped sense of humor, it seems. And what a talent—tell me, girl: how did you unravel that spell?” I ignored him. But the hatred in Tamlin’s eyes made my knees buckle. “I’m sorry,” I said, and meant it. Tamlin’s eyes were on Rhysand, his face near-feral. “You,” he snarled, the sound more animal than Fae. “What did you do to her?”

SJM seems to have explored and quickly dismissed the idea that there are such things as fake mating bonds, especially considering Rhys would have the biggest motive to fabricate such a scenario.

What's also telling is the blatant disrespect Tamlin had towards the mating bond between Feyre and Rhys, and how he spoke for her, not realizing that Feyre had been acting so that the confrontation could end.

Tamlin snarled at him, “I don’t give a shit if she’s your mate. I don’t give a shit if you think you’re entitled to her. She is mine—and one day, I am going to repay every bit of pain she felt, every bit of suffering and despair. One day, perhaps when she decides she wants to end you, I’ll be happy to oblige her.”

Reminds me of this exchange:

Azriel stiffened. Let his cold rage rise to the surface, the rage he only ever let Rhysand see, because he knew his brother could match it. "What if the Cauldron was wrong?" Rhysand blinked. "What of Mor, Az?" Azriel ignored the question. "The Cauldron chose three sisters. Tell me how it's possible that my two brothers are with two of those sisters, yet the third was given to another." He had never before dared speak the words aloud. Rhys's face drained of color. "You believe you deserve to be her mate?" Azriel scowled. "I think Lucien will never be good enough for her, and she has no interest in him, anyway." "So you'll what?" Rhys's voice was pure ice. "Seduce her away from him?” Azriel said nothing. He hadn't gotten that far with his planning, certainly not beyond the fantasies he pleasured himself to. Rhys growled, "Allow me to make one thing very clear. You are to stay away from her." "You can't order me to do that." “Oh, I can, and I will. If Lucien finds out you're pursuing her, he has every right to defend their bond as he sees fit. Including invoking the Blood Duel.” "That's an Autumn Court tradition." The battle to the death was so brutal that it was only enacted in rare cases. Despite being an outsider, Azriel had wanted to invoke it when he’d found Mor all those years ago. Had been ready to challenge both Beron and Eris to Blood Duels and kill them both. Only Mor’s right to claim their heads in vengeance had kept him from doing so. “Lucien, as Beron's son, has the right to demand it of you." "I'll defeat him with little effort." Pure arrogance laced every word, but it was true.

But thankfully, Azriel didn't seem to even consider the notion of proving Rhys wrong, especially when he saw Elain's response to him in the morning. Instead of the female that he was barred from seeing, he thought of the female who eased his sorrows the night before.

Clotho's pen moved once more. She deserves something as beautiful as this. I thank you for the joy it shall bring to her. Something sparked in Azriel's chest, but he only nodded his thanks and left. He could picture it, though, as he ascended the stairs back to the House proper. How Gwyn's teal eyes might light upon seeing the necklace. For whatever reason... he could see it. But Azriel tucked away the thought, consciously erasing the slight smile it brought to his face. Buried the image down deep, where it glowed quietly.

#antie/riel #antielriel #gwynriel

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Got the Rhythm (Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader) [One-shot]

Premise: You challenge Rooster to a piano duet.

Warnings: none

Gif Source: paperjunk

When Rooster walked into the bar, you hardly paid him any mind—not with that terrible mustache, anyway. He had an undercurrent of the same cocky swagger you expected from all the pilots, somewhere on the spectrum between Hangman’s palpable arrogance and Bob’s quiet competence. In other words, he was a flyboy, and they were all trouble.

You glanced back to your girlfriends, noted how their gazes swept the room for the faces they liked the most. One of them elbowed the other as Rooster strode up to the bar.

“Him?”

“How doesn’t love a thick neck and a mustache?”

Your nose wrinkled. “Sometimes I forget you grew up watching Magnum, P.I.”

“Short shorts needs to make a comeback, that’s all I’m saying.”

Shaking your head, you glanced back at him. “He’s okay. “ You effected our best Mr. Darcy impression. “‘But not handsome enough to tempt me.’”

“You never know, maybe he’ll surprise you.”

“Doubtful.”

And then Rooster walked over to the piano and sat at the keys.

That caught your attention immediately. Pianists had always been attractive to you, not least of all because you happened to be one yourself. Leaning back in your seat, you waited for the show to begin, half hoping he would be terrible just so you could laugh about it and not have to reevaluate him.

The first chord struck, and he was off, fingers flying over the keys with the passion of someone who truly enjoyed music. To your dismay, he wasn’t half bad.

And then he started belting out a song.

“Oh dear Lord,” you muttered, turning away from the performance. Your chest constricted with the strength of the cringe you felt.

“I don’t understand you,” one of your friends said. “You can’t even handle it when people sing in movies.”

“It’s just so…” You waved a hand vaguely. “The cringe is strong, ladies. I’m dying here.”

“Then go shut him up.”

Frowning at her innuendo, you twisted your lips at her in a mock sneer and physically cringed again as you listened to Rooster crow. He sang well, but it didn’t change the fact that you wanted to flay the skin off yourself and flee the room.

Clearly you had to shut him up.

Shoving back hard from the table, your chair scraping loudly against the floor, you strode over the piano, interrupting Rooster’s serenade as you hip-checked him across the bench to make room for yourself. His fingers faltered on the keys, the song dying in his throat.

“Hello?”

“I thought you might like a challenge,” you answered, gently shaking out your wrists. “An improvised duet.”

His eyebrows rose. His friends that weren’t already circling the piano drew closer, a quiet “Ooooo” echoing in the background.

He laughed. “Dueling pianos?”

“Well, we only have the one, unfortunately. So it’ll be a fight for keys and elbow space.” You flashed your teeth at him, more challenge than smile. “If you think you can handle yourself.”

A chorus of “Oooos” swelled around you.

Hangman leaned his forearms on the top of the piano. “Let me give you a tip, beautiful.” He cast a sidelong glance at Rooster. “He has a speed problem.”

“Oh?”

He turned back to you. “He’s too slow.”

“Ohhhhh.” You nodded sagely. “So, he can’t keep up.”

“No, ma’am, he most definitely cannot.”

You watched the muscle in Rooster’s jaw flex.

“Let’s find out, shall we.” And you let loose on the keys.

Jaws dropped as your hands moved with an almost preternatural speed, coaxing surprising melodies from the ivories. You lost yourself in the music, in the feel of your fingers creating and maintaining rhythm. For a moment, you forget it was a competition, that even Rooster was sitting beside you on the bench.

A deeper harmony swelled up alongside yours, not quite as fast but still acting in concert with what you were putting down. You risked a glance at Rooster, jolted out of your musical trance, and saw him fixated on the keys, concentration write large on his expression.

A smirk tugged on your lips.

Your hands flew faster.

Roster increased his pace, sweat dotting the hairline on his forehead. To your surprise, you found yourself straining too, putting your all into the piece, throwing complex melodies at him in the hope he wouldn’t keep up, that he’d get up and leave you alone at the piano.

Yet he persisted, his elbow jostling yours as he laid down a heavy rhythm almost in harmonious counterpoint to yours.

He glanced aside at you, his gaze meeting yours. Despite the furrow in his brow, his eyes were bright, joy and excitement vibrant within them.

You brought the piece to a sudden crescendo and a resounding ending, Rooster echoing it with a few final chords.

You were surprised to find yourself breathing heavily, sweat trickling down the back of your neck in a tiny rivulet. Rooster’s chest heaved beside you, his face flushed with the exertion.

“Well,” you managed to say, your voice thick, “aren’t you full of surprises.”

“Surprise is my middle name.”

Hangman snorted and pushed himself away from the piano, shaking his head.

Rooster leaned forward into your space, as though drawn into your orbit. Surprise flooded through you as his nose nearly touched yours.

You slid off the bench, narrowly missing the kiss. He looked up with a frown.

You turned to leave, then hesitated. Snatching up a napkin, you scrawled across it. “If you want to duet again sometime, here’s my number.”

A stupid grin unfurled across his face.

“I like a man with good rhythm,” you murmured, and you returned to your table of friends, ignoring their snickers.

“See, he did surprise you,” one of them said.

“Shut up,” you groused, but a smile played on your lips.

Rooster stared at you all night. Thankfully, he didn’t resume singing.

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the-desilittle-bird · 1 year

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Author's Note- I don't know if this counts as a fluff or an angst. Perhaps starting with angst and ending with a twisted sort of fluff? I don't know. Anyway hope you all like it.

Thank you and Enjoy your reading!

Twisted Feelings

Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Summary- When (Y/N) reaches Storm's End to deliver her mother's message to the Lord, she not only finds someone unexpected but also experiences a change...

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Warnings- Blood, Carving out an Eye, Gore, Typical Westeros, Aemond and his twisted care and feelings

GIF Credits to @jjangredpanda

The rain had significantly increased as (Y/N) had reach Storm's End to deliver her mother's message to House Baratheon, only to find her uncle there; standing tall and nobly with a taunting smirk on his scarred face.

As much as he taunted her, challenging her for a duel. She knew that she wasn't there to participate in violence, opting to let her uncle know of her plans to go back in peace, without any blood on her hands or his.

Aemond only accessed his niece, his eye trained on her figure. His new betrothal thrown out of his mind as he let his eye trail down the curves the young princess had came to possess.

"I will take my leave then, Lord Baratheon," (Y/N) said, her breath heavy as she kept a cautious eye on her uncle who seemed to be too silent for her liking. The Stag Lord nodded, making (Y/N) sigh inwardly in relief; only that it was shortly lived.

"Wait, Lady Strong," she heard her uncle call, making (Y/N) tense up as she turned slowly to face the One-Eyed Prince. "Prince Aemond," she greeted, trying to stop the tremble of her hands. "Do you believe that I will let you go so easily?" Aemond sneered, his hand slowly creeping back into his coat.

"I come as a messenger, not any warrior. I shall not fight you, as I have informed you beforehand," (Y/N) said, taking a step back. Aemond smirked, his fingers removing the eye patch he wore, revealing the sapphire in the place where his eye was supposed to be.

He heard her take a deep breath, his eye took notice of the tremble in her hands as she clutched on her coat. "I wish a payment. An eye for an eye," Aemond demanded, throwing his dagger to her. "Carve out your eye for me, my lady. I wish to make a gift out of it for my mother."

(Y/N) eyed the dagger suspiciously, trying to keep herself from shivering. She looked up to the Lord of the Storm's End to find him watching her carefully and closely. "Thinking much, Lady Strong?" Aemond taunted, taking a step towards her.

"Might I remind you, I am in this situation for your dear brother. It is your eye or his. Now, you know better, don't you?" Aemond smirked as he watched the gears in (Y/N)'s head work. "That's what you wish then? My eye?" She asked, walking to the dagger and picking it up with shaking hands.

Aemond only hummed, a smirk forming on his face as he saw her eyeing the dagger up close. At last, he thought, his revenge will be taken.

(Y/N) extended thr dagger towards him, surprising him. "It is only fair for you to do it yourself, my lord," she explained, making Aemond's smirk only widen as he took the hold of the dagger, moving close to grasp her face.

His rough and calloused hand gripped her jaw, tilting her face up, his fingers wrapping around her hand while he looked closely at her face; relishing in the concealed fear of the bastard princess.

"Which one, dear niece?" He asked, letting the fear settle down in her bones. "Whichever you wish for, uncle," she replied, tears brimming in her eyes as she prepared herself for the pain which would surely come any second now.

"It is only fair for you to lose your left eye, as I did," Aemond whispered, their face too close for any of them to speak too loudly. He felt her nod, as she closed her eyes to try and stop her tears.

His thumb caressed her left cheek before moving to stretch the skin below her eye. The dagger in his other hand raised to her face. (Y/N)'s hand found his coat as she gripped on it, surprising the prince who would soon scar his niece for her entire life.

The tip of the dagger met the corner of her eye, elicting a large scream from the princess as it was slowly dragged to cut the eye out of its socket. (Y/N)'s vision blurred as she tried to stay still. Blood dripped down her left cheek, staining both her face and Aemond's hand.

Aemond carved out the eye carefully, his thumb continued to caress her cheek as her wails echoed through the cold wars of the castle. The loud screech of her dragon could be heard in a distance.

An unusual and unique sort of closeness stayed between the uncle and the niece as he took her eye out from its socket, letting go of her face as she crumbled down to the floor, clutching her face in her hands.

Aemond stared at the amethyst eye and the lady near his feet. (Y/N)'s wails quieting down to broken sobs. He kneeled down beside her; too close than appropriate for a betrothed man.

"Niece," he called softly as he pocketed the eye, his empty hand caressing her shoulder. His eye gazing down at the figure beside him. He heard her groan, trying to remove the hand from her shoulder.

(Y/N) stood up, her left hand placed securely on her now empty eye socket as she turned and ran out, leaving behind a shocked Baratheon court and a kneeling Targaryen.

(Y/N) sat, curled into her dragon inside a cave they found near the outskirts of Storm's End to shelter themselves from the raging storm outside. A large piece of her undershirt wrapped around her head, bloodied from her eye, to hide the hideous sight.

The fire crackled in the cave, the only sound except of that of the rain. In the silence, (Y/N) hide herself into her huge dragon, tears spilling down her unharmed eye and dropping down on the warm skin of the dragon.

"I apologize for what I did to you," came the voice, most unexpected for (Y/N). She jumped in surprise, clearly startled and scared of him as she tried to crawl back into her dragon's embrace. "I am not here to harm you, niece," Aemond whispered, kneeling down with hands held up in surrender.

"The harm is already done, uncle," she replied, her voice cracking in the end. The bleeding from her socket had stopped but the left side of her face was stained in her blood.

"I... I apologize," Aemond managed to speak out. "Apologies won't heal it, uncle. What is done is done," (Y/N) hissed, her hand drifting to the hidden dagger in her boots.

"I am aware, (Y/N). But... I was blinded by rage," Aemond said, he stood up. (Y/N) scoffed, standing up clumsily, as she grabbed onto Shrykos' scales to cease a fall.

The ache in her head worsening as she stood up. Her peripheral vision quickly became hazy, making her dependent on only a quarter part of her vision. The muscles of her face screamed as she tried to laugh sarcastically at her uncle.

She took in a deep breath trying to stop the urge to scream and writhe in pain in front of the man who caused the pain at the first place; to not show any signs of weakness in front of her enemy.

"You need to get to a maester soon, or else it would not heal," Aemond suggested softly. (Y/N) scoffed at the sudden concern from the man who was once close to her, more than her own siblings. "You care rather too much," the Velaryon princess hissed, her hand slowly creeping to her wound as the pain intensified.

A low growl bubbling in her throat as she tried to stand properly without her knees giving up on her weight. "You should come to King's Landing with me. The maesters will treat the wound properly as they have... experience with it," Aemond said, stepping towards her.

"And become your hostage? Never. I did rather die here than go with you and stay with your tratious family," (Y/N) hissed, her voice cracking slightly at the end as her legs gave up on her weight. The lady sat there clinging to her wound and growling and whimpering in pain as the world faded away; only the everlasting pain existed.

And soon, the world of unconsciousness embraced her gently, taking away the pain from her and letting the cold numbness creep into her spine, spreading throughout her body.

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vergilsama922 · 4 months

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Hope Universe Special - Duel of Destiny: The Ultimate Gamblers' Showdown

Celeste: Today, we indulge in a game of high stakes and higher intellect. 'Liar's Dice' shall be our battleground. I trust you'll find it… enlightening.

Yumeko: her eyes lighting up with the thrill of the gamble Liar's Dice, a game of bluff and wit. How delightful, Celeste. I can hardly wait to see what strategies you employ.

Celeste: The rules are as follows: each of us will have five dice and a cup. We roll our dice in secrecy, then make bids on the total number of a specific die face present under all cups. One can either raise the bid or challenge it as a falsehood. The loser of each round forfeits a die. The ultimate victor is the last one holding dice.

Yumeko: A test of nerve and deception – perfect. Let's commence, shall we?

The two engage in their game, Celeste with her stoic and enigmatic composure, Yumeko with a mix of eagerness and unpredictability. The class watches, some whispering bets on the outcome.

Celeste: with a coy smile I propose three fours.

Yumeko: Returning her own smile Four fives.

Celeste: her eyes glinting Five sixes.

As the game intensifies, the bids grow bolder, the atmosphere in the classroom thickening with suspense.

Yumeko: excitedly Seven threes.

The class reacts with a mix of gasps and murmurs, the tension almost touchable.

Celeste: pausing for effect, then smirking slightly Bluff. Reveal your dice, Yumeko.

The reveal shows that Yumeko's bid was indeed too high. The class erupts in hushed excitement as Yumeko relinquishes one of her dice.

Celeste: her voice laced with a hint of triumph An overambitious move, Yumeko. But it was more than just the numbers. Your eyes, they flickered ever so slightly when you made the bid. A telltale sign of a bluff. Always watch the opponent, not just the game.

Yumeko: laughing softly, undeterred Celeste, your ability to detect a bluff is remarkable. How could you be so certain from such subtle cues? There must be more to your strategy.

Celeste: taking a sip of her rose tea, her voice tinged with the thrill of the game Yumeko, in the realm of high-stakes gambling, every small detail can be a decisive factor. Let's delve deeper into the analysis, shall we? When you made your bid, I considered not just the probability of the dice but also your behavioral patterns.

Yumeko listens, her eyes reflecting a deep interest.

Celeste: continuing with precision Statistically speaking, the probability of rolling a specific number on a die is one in six. With each player having five dice, the odds of your bid being truthful were statistically improbable but not impossible. However, the key was in your behavior. Your bid came too quickly after mine, suggesting overconfidence. In high-level gambling, overconfidence often masks a bluff.

Yumeko: nodding, thoroughly engrossed Intriguing! But with such odds, wasn't there still a significant risk in calling your bluff?"

Celeste: smiling subtly Indeed, there was a risk. But gambling is not just about playing the odds. It's about playing the player. Your rapid escalation in bids was a pattern I observed. You enjoy the thrill, the risk – it excites you. In this case, your excitement led you to overextend. I combined this behavioral insight with the statistical improbability of your bid to make my call.

Yumeko claps, her excitement palpable as her demeanor shifts dramatically, her eyes shining with an intense, almost feverish excitement as she enters her gambling demon mode.

Yumeko: her voice rising with exhilaration Celeste, this is marvelous! The way you blend psychological analysis with statistical probabilities – it's like watching a master at work! The sheer thrill of this gamble, the rush of pitting one's mind against another, it's intoxicating!

Celeste watches Yumeko, intrigued by the transformation, her own excitement subtly mirrored in her eyes.

Yumeko: practically bouncing in her seat Let's elevate this game to new heights! I propose we TRIPLE the next bet. The risk, the uncertainty – it's what gambling is truly about! To engage in a battle of wits with a gambler of your caliber, Celeste, it's a dream come true. Let's push ourselves to the limit and see where the fates take us! 5,000,000 Yen!

The class is captivated by Yumeko's passion and intensity. Whispers and murmurs fill the room as the stakes are raised, reflecting the escalating excitement.

Celeste: her smile widening, a glint of challenge in her eyes Tripling the bet, you say? Very well, Yumeko. I accept your challenge.

Celeste: calmly placing her bid I'll start with four twos.

Yumeko: eyes sparkling, quickly responds Five threes.

The game's pace accelerates, each bid more audacious than the last. Celeste, with her composed demeanor, carefully calculates her next move, while Yumeko seems to thrive on the rising tension.

Celeste: after a brief pause Six fours.

Yumeko: almost immediately Seven fives.

The classmates murmur among themselves. The rapid escalation of bids is both thrilling and nerve-wracking.

Celeste: analyzing Yumeko's behavior Yumeko, your quick responses, your eagerness to raise the bid… Are you trying to intimidate, or is it genuine confidence?

Yumeko: with a sly smile That's for you to figure out, Celeste. Isn't that what makes gambling so exhilarating?

Celeste ponders for a moment, weighing her options. She knows the risk of challenging Yumeko's bid, yet the possibility of bluffing is high.

Celeste: deciding to take the risk Eight sixes.

The class gasps. The bid is exceptionally high, bordering on reckless. Yumeko's eyes light up, a mix of respect and excitement evident in her expression.

Yumeko: leaning in, her voice filled with anticipation Celeste, your boldness is commendable. But remember, in gambling, the unexpected is always lurking. I challenge your bid.

The moment is electric as they reveal their dice. The count is close, but ultimately, it falls short of Celeste's ambitious bid.

Yumeko: as the result is announced, her demeanor triumphant yet respectful A valiant effort, Celeste, but this round is mine. You shouldn't underestimate the element of surprise in gambling. It's where the true thrill lies!

Celeste: her voice controlled but with a noticeable edge Yumeko, your predictability seems uncanny. How could you be so certain I would take the bait and challenge? It's almost as if you were reading my mind.

The classroom, previously buzzing with excitement, falls into a hush, sensing the intensity of Celeste's questioning. Yumeko, undeterred by the change in Celeste's tone, responds with an enthusiastic glow in her eyes.

Yumeko: Oh, Celeste, it's not about mind-reading, but about understanding patterns and psychology. In our previous rounds, you've consistently shown a penchant for challenging bids that stretch the bounds of probability. You rely on logic and statistics, a commendable strategy. But in doing so, you also become somewhat predictable. I based my decision on this pattern, betting on the likelihood of your challenge.

Yumeko pauses for a moment, her excitement undiminished.

Yumeko: But let's not forget the heart of gambling – the unpredictability, the sheer ecstasy of risking it all on a hunch. When I made that high bid, I was dancing with chance, embracing the unknown. The probability of my winning that round? It was a mere 17.8%, a long shot by any standard. But that's what gambling is all about – the thrill of defying the odds, the exhilaration of a well-played gamble. This is the essence of our game, Celeste, a glorious fusion of skill, strategy, and the capricious whims of fate!

Celeste: leaning forward, her tone analytical Yumeko, your reliance on a 17.8% chance of success intrigues me. In the context of our Liar's Dice game, such a risk seems almost foolhardy. How do you justify balancing such a low probability against the logical strategies typically employed in this game?

Yumeko, her eyes gleaming with the thrill of the discussion, responds with eagerness.

Yumeko: Celeste, in Liar's Dice, as in many gambling games, the statistical probabilities provide a foundation. But the true art lies in reading beyond the numbers. For instance, when I made the bid of 'seven threes', I wasn't just playing the dice, I was playing against your pattern of responses.

She pauses, ensuring Celeste is following her logic.

Yumeko: You see, in earlier rounds, I noticed you often challenge bids that represent a significant jump from the previous number, especially when the game reaches a critical point. It's a logical move, but it also creates a pattern. By intentionally making a high bid, I was not only testing the limits of probability but also baiting you into a challenge, based on your observed behavior.

Celeste nods, absorbing the explanation, her mind working through the implications.

Celeste: reflectively So, you're suggesting that the psychological aspect of bluffing and counter-bluffing in Liar's Dice can, at times, outweigh the raw statistical odds? That's a bold strategy, especially considering the inherent risk of relying on behavioral patterns, which can be unpredictable.

Yumeko: with a passionate smile Exactly, Celeste! In high-stakes gambling, it's often about pushing boundaries and taking calculated risks. The thrill of gambling isn't just in playing safe within the confines of probability. It's about those moments when you step into the realm of uncertainty, using a blend of psychology, intuition, and yes, a bit of reckless daring. That's where games like Liar's Dice truly come alive.

Celeste leans back, a newfound respect in her eyes for Yumeko's approach.

Celeste: with a wry smile Your approach is unconventional, Yumeko, but undeniably effective. It seems I have much to consider in refining my own strategy.

Celeste's demeanor shifts as she fully embraces the escalating challenge, her eyes narrowing with intense focus and determination. A fierce resolve radiates from her, almost palpable in the charged atmosphere of the classroom.

Celeste: her voice strong, tinged with combative passion yet retaining her characteristic composure Yumeko, you have awakened a true competitive spirit within me. Let us see if your 'gambling demon' can withstand the onslaught of my resolve. I refuse to be outdone, not when my reputation and pride as the Ultimate Gambler are at stake.

Her eyes, usually cool and detached, now burn with a glowing red and fiery intensity, mirroring Yumeko's own glowing gaze. It's a striking image – two formidable gamblers, their red eyes locked in a fierce but respectful duel.

Yumeko: her voice filled with ecstatic anticipation Oh, Celeste! This is the intensity I seek in gambling – the clash of wills, the meeting of minds, and the unbridled passion for victory. Your resolve only fuels my excitement. Let our eyes be the witness to this incredible moment of truth!

The game resumes with a newfound intensity. Celeste's every move is calculated yet fierce, a blend of her usual strategic acumen and a newfound passionate aggression. Meanwhile, Yumeko matches her at every turn, her unpredictable nature and love for high stakes making her a formidable opponent.

The classmates are completely engrossed, the atmosphere electric with anticipation. The game is no longer just about dice and bids; it's a battle of wills, a test of resolve, and a display of the true essence of gambling. As the game hurtles towards its climax, it's clear that this showdown will be remembered as a legendary battle between two ultimate gamblers.

#danganronpa #danganronpa au #hope universe #celeste ludenberg #celestia ludenberg #yumeko jabami #crossover #cameo #gambling #gamblers #kakegurui

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“The Crocodile”

Okay. I was typing a reblog and it somehow became a rant/spiel, so I’m making a whole post about it.

“The Crocodile” Episode? I know a this isn’t exactly an unpopular opinion, but I’mma say it anyway.

Hook and Milah. Had. It. COMING.

Granted - Hook became cool eventually. But I hated him for a LOT of the series on the grounds of his first impression alone.

Like it’s one thing to run off with a man’s wife. Rumple and Milah weren’t in love and the marriage wasn’t a good one. She put zero effort into their family and taking her off their hands may arguably have been better for everyone.

Seriously. Fuck Milah.

Spinner Rumple tried so hard to be a good husband and father, or at least to make their family work in a loveless marriage, and he deserved better.

But in spite of that, what Hook did to him on the ship crossed so many lines and he totally deserved to get owned for it.

Let’s review:

Concerned husband boards a pirate ship to beg for his wife back, thinking she’s been abducted. Right off the bat: That right there took courage. It always pisses me off when OUAT characters call Spinner Rumple a coward, because he really wasn’t. The world put him through it and he was doing his damn best. Just showing up to the ship of bloodthirsty pirates, knowing that literally all he could do was beg and hope for the best, took guts.

Back to Hook. So this poor guy shows up to ask for his wife back unharmed. And shy of actually hurting Rumple, Hook decides to do quite possibly the cruelest thing he could have done:

Keep letting the spinner think that his wife had been taken against her will and that she was being raped by the whole crew.

If Milah was in on the lie, then in my opinion SHE was the cowardly one here. Not Rumple. You want to abandon your disabled husband and son to run off and live the high life with a pirate? Own your shit.

But no. Instead they pushed the blame onto Rumple and gaslit this poor man into thinking it was somehow his fault.

Yeah - Rumple didn’t pick up the sword when Hook challenged him to a duel over Milah. But let’s think about that for a sec shall we?

We have Rumplestiltskin: An older wool spinner with a disability. Who can’t walk all that well WITH his walking stick - much less without it, on a boat, and during a fight with a sword. Which he’s barely held in his life unless you count the crash-course he got as fodder- I mean a new recruit, when he was drafted into the Ogres War.

Versus Captain Jones: A younger, taller, stronger pirate. An experienced swordsman, comfortable on a ship, and with two good legs. AND with a loyal crew of OTHER strapping pirates who would probably kill Rumple even if by some miracle he DID take Hook by surprise or something.

So really, Rumple had two options here.

Option A: Refuse to fight the bloodthirsty pirate, leave with your life but without your wife, and return home to your now motherless son.

Option B: Fight the bloodthirsty pirate, probably die or at least get badly injured (which could be death within a few days-weeks anyway given his financial situation and living conditions), the pirate takes your wife anyway, and your son is left an orphan who may or may not ever know what happened to you.

So there was no realistic scenario here where he fights off the pirates like a dashing hero and carries his wife home.

What else was he supposed to do?!

Rumplestiltskin is extremely smart. He always was. He knows when to pick his battles and he would have known all of that at a glance.

Refusing to fight wasn’t cowardice. It was common sense.

And yet Hook, this mothafucka, who must have realized all of this too and put Rumple in this situation in the first place, had the gall to act disgusted about it when Rumple refused to “fight like a man.” And then gaslit him into thinking that he was a coward and a fool for making what was obviously the more rational decision.

Now Hook is a pirate. I never would have expected much from him. But that’s no excuse. What he did was fucked. And karma is a bitch.

Stupid Game = Stupid Prize

And yes I know this is a pretty commonly held opinion so it shouldn’t be new to anyone but I rewatched that episode recently and needed to get this off my chest. 😤

#once upon a time #rumplestiltskin #mr. gold #robert carlyle #rumpelstiltskin #Captain Hook #killian jones #milah ouat #character analysis #show analysis #karma is a bitch #anyway 💅#woobie #woobie rumple #spinner rumple #The Crocodile #stupid game #stupid prize #fucked around and found out

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pencil-peach · 7 months

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G Witch Onscreen Text: Episode 9

We have now reached part TEN of my ongoing project to transcribe and discuss all of the onscreen text in G Witch! Because I like writing!!! We have reached Episode 9, "If I Could Take One More Step Towards You."

<<Click Here to go back to Episode 8 (That post actually goes rather in depth into Duel Statistics. You should check it out if you happen to be interested in. Duel Statistics.)

The Beginning of the End. (Of the season.)

In the opening flashback, we see Guel winning yet another Duel, and at that point in time, he now has 8 wins. Ireesha says that he's probably done about 5 duels that month. With this information it's like. Utterly Impossible to determine how long ago before the story proper this scene takes place in, but here:

The Holder is required to do at least one duel every two weeks if there are available challengers. Guel had 28 wins by the time the show starts, so if we assume that Guel did that bare minimum, (which he definitely did not do) 20 duels would take about 40 weeks, or around 9 and so months. So that's the absolute MAXIMUM amount of time possible between this flashback and the show proper.

This doesn't really tell us anything at all, but yknow. I had fun. And isn't that what it's all about?

TEXT: BUSINESS TRANSFER AGREEMENT GRASSELEY M&D COMPANY REPRESENTATIVE SHADDIQ ZENELLI AGREEMENT

THIS BUSINESS TRANSFER AGREEMENT [the 'Agreement'] shall be governed by space front customary law and inter-front commercial treaties.

The agreement is entered into as of this date written below, by and between GUND-ARM, Inc ["Seller"] and Grassley Research and Development ["Buyer"]

WHEREAS, Seller desires to sell, and Buye* desires to purchase, substantially, all of Seller's assets and WHEREAS, the parties desire to enter into this Agreement for the purpose of setting forth their mutual rights and obligations with respect to the foregoing.

Shaddiq Zenelli

Grassley M&D Company Representative SHADDIQ ZENELLI

____________________ GUND-ARM, Inc Company Representative MIORINE REMBRAN ____________________ DATE

*(The word here is supposed to be Buyer, but it's actually misspelled like that on that agreement. Oopsie!)

Lots of LEGAL stuff....hochi mama....

One day I will make a post examining how Belmeria is meant to be a dark reflection of Nika. Just you wait.

And I COULD say SOMETHING about how the last time Guel sees Suletta before he runs away she's running ahead of him down the LIGHTED PATH and he CAN'T FOLLOW but I have to save that for the GUEL ANALYSIS SERIES!!! (Which I will return to...wait for me md-guel....wait for me...)

Anyway, back to a relevant detail, in the scene where Shaddiq talks to Miorine to convince her to call off the duel, Miorine has gathered a bunch of tomatoes and laid them out like this.

She's actually using them to plan out a battle strategy for the Grassley duel. The 2 tomatoes on the bottom are Suletta and Chuchu, and the 6 tomatoes at the top are the Grassley Pilots.

Shaddiq's Michaelis (Left) and the Grassley Girls' Beguir - Pente's (Middle) are actually both successors built from the Beguir Beu (Right) used in the prologue. (That's why they can use Anti-GUND Format Equipment such as the 'Antidote')

When you look at them side by side, it's pretty clear, but if this fact slips by you, you really miss out on the sharp difference in Prospera's behavior watching this duel compared to all the previous duels. Before, she showed unwavering confidence and faith that Suletta and Aerial could stop any opponent, but in this duel, when we see her, she's silent. She's not smiling. In a very real way, she's looking at the Mobile Suit that took her husband away from her.

And when Aerial overcomes the power of the Antidote, she sheds a tear

This was probably the biggest obstacle standing between the completion of Quiet Zero, and now that it's been overcome, the path has never been clearer.

Anyway, during the Role Call of all the Grassley girls, Sabina is shown to specifically be incredibly popular with women. Which I mean....can't blame em..

During this scene, we can see that the Team Battle title card has a slightly different UI, adding the respective Team Name of the Commander. Miorine never officially joins Earth House, but since all the members currently in the fight are, they probably just chose that.

We also see that the official color coding of Earth House is Cyan.

Here we see that in a Team Duel, the "Team Leader" and the "Commander" are two different positions, and can be held by two different people. The Team Leader fights in the duel, while the Commander is who will be awarded the victory or defeat depending on the outcome of the battle.

We also see in this shot that Chuchu's Demi Trainer is registered in Asticassia as "CHUCHU'S DEMI TRAINER"

When Aerial first goes offline due to the Antidote, this warning flashes across Suletta's helmet at first. It's [???] MODE but I can't read the first part. Gomen :( My best guess is that it's an Error message for a sort of Assisted Piloting Mode that Suletta had been using up to this point.

Then the warning switches to MANUAL MODE, which is what Suletta interprets as Aerial saying she needs to continue the fight by herself.

We can't see it fully, but Miorine's name appears on the winner's screen. So only the Team's Commander receives the victory in a Team Battle.

TEXT: AGREEMENT No. 2030-23 GUND ARM INC. Grassley M&D

Each party submits to the exclusive jurisdiction of the BENERIT enterprise entrusted court, and agrees not to commence any legal action regarding or related to the subject matter of this agreement in any other court.

This seems like the end of the agreement.

Any way here's a comparison of Miorine and Delling's cursive. If Father Daughter Cursive Comparisons is something you're interested in. Miorine has cute handwriting.

That's all for this episode!! Woohooo!! For your final gift...

FUCK you. I'm symbolizing you as an unripe green tomato to represent the potential love we could have shared that never blossomed due to our respective personal ambitions being at odds with each other. Yeah and its permanent. BITCH.

Click here to go to episode TEN. FUCKER. >>

OR click here to go to the MASTERPOST.

#g witch #gundam the witch from mercury

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kidddcaptain · 7 days

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Charak, where have you been?

Charak had been using his cane for a year now, it served two purpose: one its intended use and two it served as a sign for any self respecting cursed human that he had left that world and that his sister was now at the head of that world.

The mistake he made was assuming all people within that world was self respecting. A mistake that made itself apparent at the same time a white suite being pushed to its limits by muscle blocked his path. Inconvenient but nothing that wouldn't take longer than an hour, the suit did not need to speak it was obvious this was a duel, curse vs curse.

"I am sure you know why I am here, I challenge you for your spot in the eternal fight."

"I gave up my spot dip shit go fight my sister, I get it the mandibles are scary but you'll get used to it." Charak smirked showing off fangs, a final warning.

"Do not insult me I am far stronger than that pitiful replace-" Charak raced forward and threw a a punch at 50% cutting off the large mans speech as the air was banished from his lungs "It seems that you are still adept with your abilities despite a year of cowardly hiding"

"Enough. The first law of the eternal fight states both cured humans reveal the terms of their curse, challenger first."

"My curse comes with my name 'Masaki Byron, pride is your sin you shall indulge in it uncontrollably. At its height it will strengthen you beyond all measure and it will lead to the end of your family line'."

"My curse states 'may the first born child inherit the spider goddesses form, power and magic. They will be able to take on any one or all of her characteristics but if they do not take on a characteristic one a day their body will weaken'." With introductions out of the way Charak let magic flood him for the first time in a year and a half, he felt the spirit of the spider queen and smiled. It was good to see her again in all truth he had missed fighting. His knees were still working through the years depraved of magic are not at the same level as the rest of his body.

A flash of white fabric filled his eyes and he reflexively guarded the side of his head with his arms strengthened by basic magic, It would still hurt though, this Byron guy had to be at least seven feet tall maybe seven foot three inches? Plus his arms were wider then Charaks entire torso. His arms bent the bones where close to shattering and he moved, it was only half an inch to the left but it was more than he would have moved back in his prime. two large hands grabbed both sided of Charaks body. "You're strong I wasn't able to go all out even with your brother," The hands at his sides tightened forcing the ribs to splinter "Haha, I knew it that weird samurai cosplayer was the only one you had left. Well you're gonna meet him soon"

Charaks knees felt like they had finally adjusted. His foot flew up with such speed and force that when Masakis head was thrown back his grip loosened and he had to step back, Charak took a deep breath in and pushed out with his forearms breaking free of the freakish hands attached to the suit. He jumped back and dropped onto his hands and feet, then in one sudden and startling motion two more arms sprouted from Charaks armpits.

#oc info #oc stuff #dnd character #dnd ocs #my ocs #ocs #short story #writers on tumblr #begginer writer #female writers #cursed ones #haunted by the past #excitement #goddess #the spider queen #to the death

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rwby-encrusted-blog · 2 years

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Demand for a Duel

Weiss: Thank you so much for coming to the Festival this year Winter!

Winter: Of course. You know I take opportunity I can to visit. Thankfully this year has been rather uneventful.

Weiss: I suppose but it has been somewhat monotonous. At the very least Ruby's uncle hasn't Goaded you into a duel again.

Unknown: SCHNEE! I DEMAND SATISFACTION!

Winter: That voice sounds familiar ...

Weiss:Huh?

Saphron, stomping into view: I demand satisfation!

Jaune, clinging to her foot: Saph stop! we talked! I'm over it! We're Good!

Winter: Oh! Honorable Knight of Rouge and Gold! Pray tell, what form of satisfaction does thou seek?

Weiss: Winter what are you saying? Jaune? what is you sister talking about? What's going on?

Saphron: Winter, Knight of the Frigid Hearth! Blessed be thy name, yet cursed be thy Younger's, for she hath scorned the honorable and respected house of Arc! A denial of my Brothers attempts at courtship with nary a thought or consideration! The heart that bleeds within the chest of my kin denies him his desire to find repentance!

Jaune: Sorry about this Weiss. Saphron and I were talking and catching up on stuff, and I brought you up so she excused herself to the bathroom, but went looking for you instead. She wants to fight you because you didn't want to date me.

Weiss: Okay? That's weird, that and the fact they seemingly know each other, But why are they speaking in Archaic Valean?

Jaune: I ...

Jaune: I don't honestly know?

Winter: Satisfaction From one so much less experienced? And a student no less? For shamed Saphron of Arcs! I shall take her place in this duel! As the Challenger, you shall name the place and time.

Saphron: The edge of the Emerald Forest when dusk breaks on this day! Name the weapons!

Winter: Blades and only blades! Use of semblances Before or during battle is a signal of forfeiture!

Saphron: Then this pact is sealed! I pray you good tidings, for without them this battle is naught but won in My house' name! *leaves*

Winter: Same unto you arc! same unto you! *leaves as well*

Jaune: Sorry about driving you sister off Weiss. I tried to get her to stop but ... yeah.

Weiss: You kept it secret? even though it would've stopped her?

Jaune: Of course! I know it can be embarrassing when you so greatly say or do something only to change you mind later. Plus It's our secret. we should only tell others when we're both ready.

Weiss, Kissing him on the lips: Thank you my knight. For everything. Especially giving me the space to fall in love with you.

Jaune: Hey! it was our teams that inspired us and helped us change and improve. I'd be grateful even if we ended up just being friends.

Weiss: Yeah I feel the same. Now lets go get some concessions for the fight. At least the courtyard won't get destroyed this time.

Jaune: Hopefully.

Weiss: Yeah. Hopefully.

#Rwby #rwby whiteknight #white knight #Jaune arc #jaune x weiss #Weiss schnee #winter schnee #saphron cotta arc #Demand For a Duel

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