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usedtobecooler · 1 year

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Virgin Eddie prompt: giving him head and sucking his balls for the first time, no one has ever done it before and he’s just shocked pikachu meme and nearly blows his fuckin load immediately

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Pairing | Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Warnings | sexual content (18+ minors dni), blowjobs, ball worship, ball sucking, deepthroating, gagging, gentle bullying, goth!reader, tongue piercings.

Word Count | 1.1k

A/N | i am so sorry this has sat half completed in my drafts for weeks because i'm trash!! i hope you enjoy it and it was worth the wait <3!!!

If somebody were to ask Eddie Munson how he spent his usually mundane Tuesday evening, the last thing they'd expect him to reply with would be "Getting blown by the sexy goth chick from the local corner store in the back of my van." And yet, that's exactly what was happening.

You had thought he was cute for a while, ever since you'd first set eyes on him when he moseyed into the store one day with a gaggle of fifteen year olds looking to buy a pack of Marlboros.

"And you're sure that you're not gonna leave this store in two seconds and sell each of these for a dollar to these kids?" You'd asked, dangling the pack between your fingers, clicking your tongue and tsking at him.

Eddie had balked, stuttering over his words as he watched the glint of the silver ball peeking as you rolled your tongue in your mouth, cock kicking up at the sight of you smirking at him, "N-no, ma'am. They're - they're good kids."

He'd walked off flustered, and you'd given yourself a pat on the back well done. What you didn't expect was to see him at least every second day for the following two weeks, until you finally plucked up the nerve to corner him after closing and force your way into his van with him.

"Sh-shit," Eddie's whining, hands grasping for purchase in the material of his threadbare blanket that was laid out underneath you both as you suck him down into your throat wetly.

You weren't cocky by any means, but you knew how to suck a dick.

Your throat widens to allow Eddie's cock to breach, a slight gag trying to make its way up but you shove it down, adamant you're going to blow this silly boy's mind and show him just how good you could be. His cock is big, you'll give him that - thick and girthy, unlike any other you'd seen before, never mind willingly put in your mouth.

The cool silver of your tongue bar glides along the underside of Eddie's cock as you bob your head up and down, catching and dragging on a vein as you suck and lap at the flushed, salty skin, relishing in the choked off, wet sobs you're eliciting from Eddie's pretty mouth in return. Your lips meet your fist wrapped around his base, jerking him into your mouth until a dribble of precum slides down your throat.

"Jesus Christ, oh god," Eddie's crying out, he can hardly look at you other than to flit a glance down every so often then throw his head back again, unable to watch as your eyes water and your mouth widens around him. You chance at taking your other hand away from his thigh, ghosting your fingertips along his balls, and he bucks up into your throat, gagging you in the process.

Your throat closes, tightening around the head of Eddie's cock and he does it again, fucking his hips up into your face until you're unravelling your hand from the base and shoving his hips down, his cock sliding out of your mouth as you gasp for air, "Naughty boy," you tsk, meeting his apologetic gaze.

Eddie is clearly inexperienced, you question if he'd ever even had his dick touched by anything other than his own right hand or a pillow, and suddenly the urge to want this to truly blow his mind overcomes your entire body.

You slide down further, until your mouth is level with his balls, hands heavy on his inner thighs and spreading them a bit wider. You don't think you'd ever called genitals pretty before, but the soft hang of Eddie's balls, his thick, pink cock slapping heavily on his belly, genuinely is a pretty sight. You can't help yourself, tongue snaking out to lick at the seam of his sack.

“Oh fuck, oh shit,” Eddie’s hips buck up off of the floor, hand running through your hair as you nuzzle into his heavy sack, tongue licking a flat stripe before you’re sucking one into your mouth, the cool ball of your piercing sending him reeling, moans echoing into the room, “your mouth is fu-fucking sinful, goddamn.”

You hum with your mouth full of his balls, hand wrapping around his cock and jacking it hard and fast - twisting at the head, swiping a thumb over the slit as you suck and spit on his sack. Eddie's legs begin to shake, a telltale sign this is about to come to an end, and you find yourself grinning against him.

Eddie hazards a glance down at you, his flushed, leaking cock sliding in and out of the grasp of your wet fist, your plump lips swollen around his balls, your tits jiggling and spilling out of the neck of your shirt and he's gone;

"I'm gonna - shitshitshit," Eddie fists a hand in your hair and you moan, vibration bouncing off of his skin, balls drawing up in your mouth as he comes, hot and hard all down your fist, some of it shooting so far it lands in thick ropes on his shirt.

You jack him through it slowly, his spent ballsack slipping from your mouth until he's jerking away from you because of overstimulation, whining and pushing you by the shoulder gently.

You gaze up at him from between his thighs, aware that your eyeliner is probably smeared down your face from the tears, red lipstick staining your chin, drool pooling down your neck and between the crevice of your tits, "Was that okay, pretty boy?"

Eddie splutters, unable to look at you properly for fear his cock would kick up in interest yet again, giving away just how ridiculously inexperienced he was, "Yeah, yeah. It was good - great, even!" He's hasty with his words, trying not to upset you with a lackluster reply.

"Not too bad for your first time, right?" You smirk as you pull yourself up onto your knees, patting his bare thigh. Eddie's eyes widen, finally looking at you properly and he looks like he wants the ground to swallow him up - you were right, had hit the nail on the head with your assumption, "It's okay, Eddie. I like the inexperience, means I can show you a few things. Same time tomorrow?"

Eddie's cheeks flush dark when you wink at him, making to stand up and unlock the door of the van. You jump out gracefully, slamming the door shut loud enough that it echoes into the cool night air.

And when Eddie appears at dead on closing time the next night, you can't say you're surprised to see him, a cheeky smile gracing your features as you lock eyes.

#eddie munson fic #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson #my fanfic #mine #smut

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catslvrr · 5 months

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heaven sent — 04. amusement park

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You stared sadly at your phone screen that read your bank account balance.

“This better be worth it,” you sighed, pocketing your phone as Danielle dragged you inside the theme park.

The first stop was the carousel. You tried to tell her that the two of you would stick out like a sore thumb in the queue filled with kids, but Danielle was adamant, insisting that “We have to start off with a low-intensity ride!”

You had barely moved, just waiting in line for ten minutes, but you could already feel sweat dripping down the back of your neck. It was unbelievably hot, the sun at its afternoon peak, and you observed the rosy flush that was blooming on Danielle’s face.

She was wearing these stupid carrot sunglasses that she, again, had firmly insisted on buying. Of course, she also forced you to buy a pair for yourself, strawberry-themed, to match hers.

(“You know I’m not rich, right? I’m literally a uni student living off instant noodles.”

“This is a long-term investment!”

“I am never touching these sunglasses again.”

“And that’s your loss. Aren’t strawberries super ‘aesthetic’ these days? It’s a fashion statement.”

“And where did you hear that from? Current Earth Trends 101?”

“Yes, actually. There were lessons dedicated to dissecting the transient nature of social media trends and memes.”

“Wow. Okay.”)

“Huh,” Danielle said, as both of you spun slowly on the carousel. “I thought that this would’ve been a teeny bit faster.”

“I literally warned you,” you deadpanned. “Now we have to spin around in circles like idiots. On these ugly painted horses too.”

“Hey,” she frowned, offended on behalf of the ugly horses. “They aren’t ugly. They’re… unique.”

The rest of the ride was filled with the sounds of parents screaming at their kids to look at the camera which drowned out the annoying children's waltz.

“Well,” she adjusted the carrot sunglasses as she hopped off the ugly horse. “It can only get better from here!”

The rest of the day consisted of Danielle tugging you in all sorts of directions, from the freakishly tall drop tower to twisting roller coasters, bumper cars (your strawberry glasses almost flew off when Danielle rammed into you out of nowhere) to zip lines, and from souvenir shops and carnival games that scammed you out of so much money that you were sure they were run by the devil himself.

You flopped on a bench, wiping sweat off with a tissue and ignoring the judgemental glare that a kid sent your way. “I’m exhausted.”

Danielle was happily munching away on a scoop of strawberry ice cream with sprinkles on top. “But you had fun, right?”

You huffed, “I think you had more fun than me today.”

“Fine,” she pouted. “You choose the next ride then.”

You smirked when you saw her crossing her fingers behind her back. Since the start of the day, she had been avoiding one attraction: the haunted house. You unfolded the park map and traced your finger along its pathways.

“Hmm,” you said, feigning innocence. “I don’t think we’ve been to the haunted house yet. Let’s go with that.”

She froze mid-chew, gulping loudly before faking a smile. “Sure.”

You were greeted with a clown cackling in your face. “Welcome to the haunted house. Enjoy your stay!”

Stepping inside, both of you were immediately hit with a cold blast of air. Danielle squealed, tightly clutching your arm. “I think a ghost just went through me!”

“That’s the air conditioning,” you snorted. “Come on, we can’t just stay in one spot.”

You turned the corner, practically having to drag Danielle as well, to a dark hallway lined with closed doors and decorations you would typically see in a haunted house: cobwebs, fake blood, hanging spiders, and framed pictures of dolls.

You squinted.

“I can’t see the end of the hallway. Guess we have to keep walking.”

It was mostly quiet, besides the sounds of Danielle’s whimpers and labored breathing. The two of you continued to make your way through the labyrinth.

There were occasional distorted shrieks and cackles that echoed in the hallways, most likely from a hidden speaker. Doors would shut open and close at random intervals and the lights would flicker haphazardly.

Every time this happened, Danielle would just squeeze your arm tighter, and you were sure that you would lose your arm from a lack of blood circulation before the ‘chainsaw-wielding ghost’ that she claimed she saw would get you.

You were almost out of the haunted house (you knew this because you could start to hear the crowd outside), when all of a sudden, you heard pounding footsteps behind you. You both whipped your heads around, only to see the clown from before, running towards you, holding an axe (which you’re pretty sure was a fake prop).

Before you could react, Danielle screamed and stumbled forward, swinging a right hook at him, effectively knocking him out.

The actor instantly dropped to the floor, and so did your jaw.

“Oh my god.”

Danielle gasped, hands flying to her mouth. “I didn’t mean to!”

“Um,” you said, slowly backing away. “Let’s just leave. I’m sure he’ll be fine.”

The two of you sprinted towards the exit, and after catching your breath for a few minutes, the reality of what she just did caught up to you.

“I can’t believe,” you said in between your laughter. “I can’t believe you just did that.”

She pushed your shoulder with an exasperated huff.

“It was an accident,” she whined, and unfolded the park map to cover her embarrassed face.

You spent a good five minutes cracking up before you finally calmed down. You hadn’t even noticed that the sky was darker now, the air much cooler and the bustling crowds gone as the sun began to set.

“We’ve only got the Ferris wheel left,” she poked her cheek outward with her tongue. “It’s just ahead.”

Danielle looped her arm with yours, and the walk was filled with seamless conversation.

(“Are you gonna get in trouble with God for that?”

“I don’t think so. I mean, I didn’t kill anyone. And plus, there’s thousands of messengers. I’m sure at least one of them has done worse.”

“Will I get in trouble because I said ‘oh my god’?”

“God doesn’t care about that kind of stuff. He’s kind of busy with, you know, the wish thing.”

“Right.”

“Also, he can’t even punish you.”

“Wait, what? So there’s no real heaven and hell?”

“How would I know?”

“You’re literally God’s messenger.”

“This wasn’t covered in our studies. But we do call our office ‘heaven’, though.”

“So… you don’t know where we go after we die?”

“No clue.”)

Thankfully, there wasn’t a long queue at the Ferris wheel, and the two of you easily boarded a carriage. You let out a long exhale as you leaned back, taking in the view as the carriage ascended.

The people grew smaller, and so did the park, only the blinking neon lights of the attractions now visible. The rhythmic swaying of the carriage was soothing, and for the first time in a while, you felt wholly content.

“It’s been so long since I’ve been on one of these,” you breathed out.

“Really?” Danielle’s eyes were on you now. “Why’s that?”

“I mean,” you smiled wryly. “It feels weird going on it alone.”

“Who did you used to go with?”

“My parents,” you said after a moment of hesitation, the waver in your voice not going unnoticed. It was silent for a few seconds before you continued, chuckling lowly.

“My mom hated heights. Said it always made her feel sick. But whenever we went to a theme park, she’d always make sure that we ended the day with this. Because I loved it.”

You hated the burning sensation in your throat. You hated that whenever you talked about her, it was like you were a kid again.

(You remembered the nights spent curled up in bed with balled fists, shaking uncontrollably as hot tears streamed down your face. You remembered clawing at your pillow, pleading to it to bring her back, and believing that if you hugged it hard enough, you would eventually feel her arms around you.

You remembered sitting at the dining table, staring into space, feeling like you were more of a ghost than her. You remembered mourning her, and more than anything, mourning the part of yourself that you would never get back. You remembered screaming at her, or what was left of her, screaming that it was all her fault. You hated that deep down, you knew you were talking to yourself.)

But what you hated more was the look of pity on Danielle’s face. She bit her cheek, reaching out to grab your hand, but you jerked back.

“Enough about me,” you abruptly turned to look at the view again. “Tell me more about this ‘heaven’ of yours.”

Danielle blinked, evidently concerned, but complied anyway.

“It’s actually quite similar to the real world…”

Her in-depth analysis of the chain of command of heaven and its hierarchical structure continued until you got off the Ferris wheel, into the car, and all the way back to the apartment. She was an avid storyteller, gesturing wildly with her hands and exaggerating voices for every new person she introduced, and you were grateful for the distraction.

Opening the door to the apartment, you turned around, prepared to say goodbye to Danielle, but she stood there smiling, holding out a polaroid and a photograph.

“What’s this?” You asked, taking the photos. The photograph was black and white, showing you and her in the haunted house, your face stoic while she had you in a deathly grip, eyes wide.

“Did you buy this?” You smiled, leaning closer to inspect her horrified face. I must’ve been too busy laughing my ass off to notice her buying it.

“Yeah,” she sheepishly scratched her nape. “Figured God wouldn’t mind. It's a good souvenir from today.”

“Can I keep it?”

“No,” she snatched it back from you, tucking it in her pocket. “That’s going with me. The polaroid is yours.”

You frowned, staring at the polaroid. “It’s just a photo of me sitting on a bench. I’m not gonna even ask how you got this.”

“Magic,” she winked. “But it’s not just a photo of you. It’s a photo of you smiling. You look cute.”

You chose to disregard the last part. “Why would I want this?”

“To remind you of today.” Danielle smiled, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. You caught a hint of sadness in her tone. You didn’t understand why.

Before you could ask, she questioned you again.

“So, how was today?”

“I enjoyed it,” you admitted. “Forgot what the thrill felt like.”

She smiled proudly, pulling you in for a hug. “I’m happy that you’re happy.”

There was that familiar pang in your chest again, one that you had grown accustomed to. But it was quickly weighed down by a sinking feeling in your stomach. This is her job, you reminded yourself. She doesn’t really mean it.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?”

You wrinkled your nose as she poked it. “Yeah. See you.”

She turned and disappeared. You stood there for a few minutes, a seed of doubt planting itself in your mind.

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#newjeans x reader #newjeans fanfic #newjeans fic #danielle marsh x reader #mo jihye x reader

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aita-blorbos · 3 months

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AITA for not apologizing to my boss after playing meme songs on the radio?

Okay. Hi! My name is O, and I run the local radio station in my town. My boss, P, is really adamant about what things can or cannot be played on radio. They've even made a list for me (due to finding a bunch of loopholes in the manual) which entails:

Do not play any documentaries on radio that are longer than 2 hours. - REVISED: Do not play any documentaries on radio period.

Do not play "your brother's fire mixtape" on radio. Ever.

Do not watch or play any audio for movies on radio. There have been many complaints of spoilers.

Do not call your friends on radio. They can hear you.

Do not play any country songs on radio early in the morning. - REVISED: Do not play any country songs period.

Do not put songs or audio snippets on loop for longer than 1 hour. REVISED: Do not put songs or audio snippets on loop period.

And there's more rules too, but you get the gist of it.

So anyways, yesterday night I was bored playing the same popular songs over and over, so I got an idea. I have a good sense of humor and laugh at anything really, so I went onto Soundcloud and looked up a bunch of memey and silly songs. Once I compiled a playlist (it was about 2 hours worth of songs), I put in some designated ad breaks, loaded the songs onto the radio, and let it loose into the world.

When I clocked into work today, P was furious. Somehow, P was driving late last night, and he was subjected to my lovely playlist while on the highway. So anyways, now he wants to fire me.

I asked him why. He said that I wasn't a good fit for the work environment and that my "attitude" was getting out of hand. I reminded him that he made a list and I followed it, and that technically I didn't break any rules so he has no reason to fire me.

He said if I don't apologize for it then he'll fire me. My coworkers are telling me to just apologize and suck up to them, but I really don't see what I did wrong here? I was just having a little bit of fun, and it's not like I always do this?? I'm holding my ground for now, but I'm really starting to wonder if I'm the a-hole here.

So, AITA?

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality

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fanhackers · 10 months

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#writtenbyawoman

A couple of years ago, BookTok and BookTube - the literary subcultures of TikTok and YouTube - started a meme, #writtenbyawoman. The idea of the meme was that men, as written by women authors, were–well, terrific! Wonderful! Kind, gentle, considerate! To say a man was “written by a woman” was to give him the ultimate compliment: to put him in a category with men like Mr. Darcy, or Laurie from Little Women, or the Hot Priest from Fleabag. This complement has moved past fictional characters to be applied to real men (as in, “OMG he’s amazing, it’s like he’s written by a woman”), as well as to celebrities (e.g. Harry Styles, Timothee Chalamet. Hozier.)

This is one of those cases where fandom’s hit on an idea that academia has also explored. In the introduction to her 2017 book, Heartthrobs: A History of Women and Desire, historian Carol Dyhouse notes that:

“The icons of romantic literature — Mr Darcy, Mr Rochester, Heathcliff, or Rhett Butler — were mostly, in the first instance, products of the female imagination. Movie stars and rock musicians acquire and cultivate images that in many cases have little to do with their ‘ real ’ selves. Many of the most successful ‘ romantic leads ’ in the past — Montgomery Clift, Rock Hudson, Dirk Bogarde, Richard Chamberlain, for instance — have been gay. Their performances nevertheless conjured visions of maleness which had women weak at the knees: how do we make sense of this?”

Dyhouse continues:

What we now refer to as the ‘alpha male’ hero, rugged, square-built with a strong jawline, has never held indomitable sway over feminine emotions. Sensitive types, moody aesthetes, and men exuding androgynous charm have featured equally prominently in the cultural landscape of desire. (1-2)

Even early heartthrob’s like Rudolph Valentino’s character of “The Sheik” were #writtenbyawoman - did you know that he comes from a bestselling novel, The Sheik (1919), written by E.M. Hul (that is, my girl Edith Maud. :D You go, Edith!)

Dyhouse’s purview extends from soulmates to vampires to pop stars and of course to David Bowie as the Goblin King. Not a fandom book per se but well worth checking out if your areas of interest include, say, pirates, Adam Ant, or Lord Byron.

References:

Dyhouse, Carol. Heartthrobs : A History of Women and Desire, OUP Oxford, 2017

–Francesca Coppa, Fanhackers volunteer

#writtenbyawoman #of course :D #fanhackers #author:FrancescaCoppa

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rubyarrows · 8 months

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The Fanfic

YN's heart raced as she stared at the screen in front of her. The glow from her laptop illuminated her excited expression as she leaned back in her chair, her fingers dancing across the keyboard. She couldn't wait to share her discovery with Zack. They had bonded over their love for forensic anthropology and all things "Bones," forming a close platonic connection that neither of them could imagine living without.

Zack was in the lab, engrossed in analyzing some bone fragments, when his phone pinged with a message. He picked it up and saw YN's name, immediately intrigued. They often shared interesting articles and tidbits related to their shared interests, and Zack knew that whenever YN said she had found something, it was worth checking out.

"Hey Zack, you're not going to believe what I just found," YN typed with an air of anticipation.

Zack's fingers moved swiftly across his phone's screen as he typed back, "Tell me! I'm intrigued."

YN leaned forward, her fingers tapping the keys with a mixture of excitement and mischief. "I stumbled upon a 'Bones' fanfiction that features Dr. Brennan and Hodgins in a hilarious situation. You know how Brennan always insists on evidence-based conclusions, right?"

Zack chuckled softly to himself. He had watched the show enough to be familiar with the characters' quirks. "Yes, she's quite adamant about it."

"Well," YN continued, "this fanfic has Brennan and Hodgins trapped in a room with no way out. They have to solve a puzzle to escape, but there's a catch – the clues are all based on pop culture references and riddles rather than scientific evidence."

Zack's eyebrows shot up in amusement. "That sounds both entertaining and utterly implausible."

YN laughed, her fingers flying across the keyboard. "Exactly! But that's not even the best part. As they struggle to decipher these references, Brennan's frustration grows, while Hodgins is surprisingly in his element. He's the one recognizing all the movie quotes, song lyrics, and internet memes."

Zack couldn't help but grin at the mental image. It was so typical of Hodgins to shine in unconventional situations. "I can just imagine Hodgins enthusiastically quoting movie lines while Brennan tries to analyze the structural integrity of the room."

"Exactly!" YN replied. "And as they work together, they're reminded that sometimes, a little creativity and collaboration outside their comfort zones can lead to unexpected solutions."

Zack nodded, his curiosity fully piqued. "It sounds like a fun read. Send me the link!"

YN quickly shared the fanfiction link with Zack, feeling a sense of satisfaction. She knew that their shared interest in "Bones" and their ability to find humor in even the most unlikely scenarios were what made their friendship so special. She leaned back in her chair, hoping that this fanfic would bring a smile to Zack's face, just as he had done for her so many times before.

Zack clicked on the link YN had sent him, his eyes scanning the opening paragraphs of the fanfiction. He was immediately drawn into the playful narrative, picturing the characters he had come to know so well in these comically absurd circumstances. As he read on, a chuckle escaped his lips, and he couldn't help but imagine himself and YN in a similar scenario.

After a few minutes, Zack paused his reading and typed a message to YN. "I'm thoroughly amused by this fanfic. The depiction of Brennan's frustration and Hodgins' unexpected expertise is quite entertaining."

YN's reply was swift, "Right? It's like the writers captured their personalities perfectly, even in this outrageous situation."

Zack nodded in agreement, even though YN couldn't see him. "I must admit, I find the concept of embracing unconventional approaches rather intriguing."

YN's response was lighthearted, "Are you suggesting we should try solving riddles based on pop culture references instead of traditional methods in the lab?"

Zack's fingers danced across the keyboard as he typed, "While I wouldn't advocate for abandoning evidence-based practices entirely, I think incorporating a bit of creativity and thinking outside the box could lead to new perspectives."

YN smiled at his response. She had always appreciated Zack's open-mindedness and his ability to explore unconventional ideas. "You have a point. Maybe we can have our own 'Bones'-inspired puzzle-solving session sometime."

Zack's message came quickly, "I'm intrigued. I accept your challenge. Let's see how well we fare with pop culture references and riddles."

YN's heart raced with excitement as she imagined the two of them working together on a lighthearted, intellectual adventure. It was moments like these that made their friendship so special – the ability to share their passions, engage in playful banter, and support each other's quirks.

As Zack returned to the fanfiction, fully engrossed in the unfolding puzzle-solving antics of Brennan and Hodgins, YN leaned back in her chair, a contented smile on her face. She knew that the fictional scenario they were reading about was just that – fiction. But the bond she shared with Zack, based on their mutual love for science and "Bones," was very real. And that was something she cherished more than anything.

#ruby arrows #ruby arrows imagines #bones #bones x reader #bones imagine #bones imagines #bones fanfiction #zack addy #zack addy x reader #zack addy imagine #zack addy imagines #zack addy fanfiction

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hasellia · 3 months

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Okay so I was scouring jojowiki.com as usual and it says there that Diego's dinosaur form is based on an outdated record of a Utahraptor, and I don't know anything about them but I have a slight suspicion they were found in Utah.

I dunno just thought it was funny how to the point the name is. "it's a raptor in Utah, let's call it Utahraptor"

You blame Jim Kirkland over on his twitter for naming them that.

But yeah, "[Place name]saurus [place name]ensis" is a meme in the paleocommunity for a reason. (The word "ensis" meaning "from [place name]".) Image souce: Adam-Loves-Dinosaurs.

I think Utahraptor is probably the most famous one. When another large dromeosaur was found in Dakota, DePalma felt it natural to smash the usual dromeosaur suffix of "raptor" with the prefix of [Place name] to name Dakotaraptor.

A dinosaur not many realise was intended to be named after a place is Mamenchisaurus. (Source: Cervente on Tumblr)

It was discovered in (yes I'm using Wikipedia's text) Mǎmíngxī (马鸣溪 'horse-neighing brook') by Yang Zhongjian (楊鍾健), grandfather of Chinese Palaeontology. However, Yang wasn't from the area and mistook the intonation for the locale name. So he ended up calling it (馬門溪龍屬), from Mǎménxī (马门溪 'horse-gate brook').

That's probably the most fun one I can think of, but the others are like...

Koreacertops. Aegyptosaurus. Argentinosaurus. Patagotitan (Patagonia). Chilesaurus (Chile, but apparently it sounds like "dick" in latin countries?) Edmontosaurus (Canadian province, Edmonton). Albertosaurus (Candadian province Alberta, named after Princess Louise Carolina Alberta... named after Prince Albert). Gondwanasuchus (A crocodile actually, that was found in São Paulo, you know where, which USED to be part of the supercontinent Gondwana). Adamantisaurus is named from the same formation the croc was found, Adamantina.

Probably the most common kind of argument on the internet regarding dinosaurs at the moment is names and... IMO, it's not worth it unless it's REALLY bad or a bit mishandled, like Kuru kulla or Mamenchisaurus. But then, that's what the ICZN (International Code of Zoological Nomenclature) is usually for.

Anyway, Thanos is the worst dinosaur name in current use. Grapes, I need your Brazilian Portuguese expertise to write a strongly worded letter to Rafael Delcourt and Fabiano Vidoi Iori on good naming conventions. Obrigado Uva!

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sussoro · 5 months

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hello!! please tell me more about your detective for M who’s gonna freak out when they say ily because that reaction and the aftermath is going to be so so good 💆🏻‍♀️💆🏻‍♀️💆🏻‍♀️

hello to you too! hope you're doing well 💕 i'm really sorry it took me so long to reply, but i needed to sort through my very confusing thoughts to give them some sort of consistency, sjksjks. if you guys ever find yourselves curious about any of my ocs (which you can easily find here) please, do not hesitate to ask! i just love talking aimlessly about them and receiving these types of questions makes my heart all fuzzy and warm, so thank you for taking an interest in one of my wayhaven detectives!

okay, you didn't ask for my stupid rambles (and i swear one day i'll stop — *insert the 'today is not that day' meme*) so here are some facts:

RUE PARKER

‘the wayhaven chronicles’ canon

personality stats: sarcastic, easygoing & charming (also: not really a stickler for the rules and authority in general);

professional skills: deduction, science & combat — no matter what she's doing or how many times she's done it, the results will always be perfect and spot on;

rebecca → relationship status: not overly bad. honestly? could be better, but it could be much, much worse (personal note #1: rebecca is not my favourite character in the series and i'd probably be happier if she had died already — fingers crossed for book5, sorry-not-sorry, becky — or, at least, if the narrative/characters would stop forcing the readers/mc to forgive her);

tina & verda → relationship status: best pals. her ride-or-die squad;

felix → relationship status: best friend. she found a mischievous kindred soul to relate with and if you ever encounter them together... run (there's this scene at the beginning of book3, where adam/ava asks why the werewolves attacked them and rue answered with: "i may have made one teeny sarcastic comment", causing adam's/ava's soul to leave their body, lol);

bobby → relationship status: ex-boyfriend (personal note #2: i've always hated that the mc's gender/sexuality is what determines the ros' and bobby's gender) — she's not bothered by him at all, but since her responses are very sarcastic, well... rest in peace, robert marks;

mason → relationship status: a big, bright question mark;

personal canon

if i have to choose a few words to describe her, i'd say: naturally talented, wild card & big dick energy;

hyperactive little kid — couldn't stay still at all. always exploring the world around her, climbing up some tree/furniture or hiding somewhere in the house/backyard to play (the sitters tasked with keeping an eye on her went batshit crazy all. the. time);

as i said here, rue is extremely smart, often prone to boredom if something is not mentally challenging/stimulating enough (which can also be applied to her romantic relationships);

if you ever need someone to cut out some tension (or spike it up even more), she is the right gal for you. unfortunately, 99% of the time, the saying 'taking things seriously' is not part of her vocabulary (e.g. in book3, when finding out about the trappers' bounty, she says: "how much am i worth?"). what can i say, she really likes to have a good time;

sarcasm is her default mode, plus she always downplays her feelings/emotions by either ignoring them or making badly-timed jokes;

rarely bothered by anything (e.g. in book3, during the 'fight' with mason/morgan at the bakery, rue replies with: "me being naked is way more important to you") plus, not a jealous person ever (alima included, when she'll make her appearance);

was in an on-again/off-again relationship with bobby. after a while, though, she got exceedingly bored by the monogamous lifestyle and decided to dump his ass;

never had serious relationships/fell in love before — this is partly because: a) she's a free-spirited person & b) she's scared shitless of commitment (mostly caused by rook's death and seeing what that did to rebecca). in a sense, she and mason are quite similar;

just thinking about the word 'love' has her panicking really bad (i.e. after the 'date' at the antique shop), so when mason will inevitably confess his feelings to her... the only way i can see this going is with rue assuming it's all some kind of prank but, once her huge brain will catch on the fact that mason is not exactly the joking type, she will get cold feet and blearily say: "uhh, thank you, i guess?". after realizing what she has said/done, she will skedaddle so fast that the only thing people are going to see is an indistinctive, blurry form (later, she will definitely wish for an asteroid to hit her);

likes to sing everywhere: in the shower, at her workplace, inside the car, you name it (and she's also very good at hitting those high notes too — while she was attending the police academy, 'the karaoke incident' happened and no one beside her and tina knows the truth about it. verda is still trying to unsuccessfully bribe them to know what took place);

excellent chef — loves to cook/bake when she has some free time (she just thinks the entire process is pretty neat, starting with a few ingredients to achieve a full-on meal);

#thank you again mal! ♥ (& i profusely apologize for this long-ass essay that came out of my brain 🙈)#interactive fiction #the wayhaven chronicles #🎤#oc: rue parker

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chaotic-on-main · 1 year

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☆\\ Where I'd take AoT characters on a date IRL HCs:

(may or may not have based these off of places I’ve been to before and things I've done. also every one of these are to be assumed to be over the age of 21)

↓ Marco, Armin, Sasha, Eren, Levi, & Hange ↓

➳ Marco

➤ I’d take him bowling

➤ he’d be very adamant to pay for everything

➤ he'd spend a lot of time trying to find the perfect ball

➤ offers to help me after my 5th gutter ball in a row, even though he’s not very good at it either

➤ with his help, I'm able to hit the pins at least and when I look back at him with a big smile after knocking down 2 pins, “Marco!! Did you see that?! You helped me do that!!” - he would get so nervous and bashful

➤ when he ends up getting an accidental strike, I’d give him a very enthusiastic kiss on the cheek

➤ His face is beet red for the rest of the night. (just imagine those freckles, I'm crying)

➤ neither of us break 100 points but we laugh about it anyways and applaud each other for trying

➤ we'd spend some time in the attached arcade after our lane time is up

➤ he's not very fond of the violent games but he did indulge me with one Mortal Kombat game in which I won purely by being the better button masher

➤ he has a lot of fun with the strategic games though, and even ends up winning enough tickets to get that massive plushy hanging off the wall behind the prize counter that I've been staring at the whole time

➤ afterwards we'd go get greasy food and milkshakes at the diner in town, 90s grunge music plays in the background

➤ I sneak my debit card to the waitress to pay when he's not looking

➳ Armin

➤ I'd take him to an aquarium

➤ he absolutely info dumps on every creature we see

➤ he refuses to let go of my hand the whole time as we walk

➤ at one point he just wants to sit at a bench and stare up at one of the largeest tanks in the building, and we do in comfortable silence

➤ he laughs at my enthusiastic behavior when it’s time to see the sharks and penguins

➤ a kid comes bounding up next to us and starts blabbering about how pretty the fishies are and Armin will lean down and start pointing to specific ones and informs the very wide-eyed child of what they are

➤ I'd watch him with heart eyes the whole time he spoke

➤ I buy him a little stuffed octopus from the gift shop (that his bed is never seen without after this)

➤ he gifts me a small necklace with a little silver conch shell, his face is SO pink

➤ “I-I got you s-something too.”

➤ we’d take a walk down in the park next to the aquarium which just so happens to be by a river

➤ the sun is just starting to set so oranges and pinks are dusting the sky and reflecting off the calm water

➤ we get an ice cream cone from a vendor off the path

➤ I’d get cotton candy whereas Armin finds delight in sea salted caramel

➤ still holding hands of course, and if I pull away for anything, even to get a napkin out of my purse, he whines

➤ the night ends with some stargazing on the dewy grass of the park, both of our arms pointed to the sky as we talk about the stars, our hopes, our dreams, and everything in between

➳ Sasha

➤ I'd take her out to a Brazilian Steakhouse

➤ she'd never heard of them before so the moment I told her the concept of the restaurant, she already had drool down her face

➤ she makes the cost absolutely worth it because she packs away so much meat

➤ We would laugh the whole meal because we'd talk about our favorite weekly memes that popped up on our social medias

➤ we’d go axe throwing after dinner to blow off some steam, which is just a short walk from the restaurant since we’re downtown

➤ she’s getting a couple bullseyes (not a lot though, they’re mainly accidental) and doesn’t hold back her laughter when I utterly fail at even getting the axe to stick

➤ when I do manage to hit the wood and it sticks, she’s screaming so loudly in praise that the people next to us are eyeing us with dirty looks

➤ on the way back to the car, we run across one of those city fountains that spray water straight up from the ground (like for kids but more elegant) and out of pure mischief I shove her straight into a water stream getting her soaked

➤ she pulls me in and then we’re chasing each other through the water while screaming in laughter

➤ we’re dripping wet by the time we make it back to the car but luckily, I come prepared for anything

➤ it’s 11pm by the time we end up finishing our shenanigans

➤ “Taco Bell??” “Fuck yeah.”

➤ our stomachs are so sore from laughing so much

➳ Eren

➤ I’d take him to a rage room

➤ I’m not surprised to see how much pent-up aggression he needed to let out, but he is surprised by mine

➤ everything in the room has no mercy between the two of us

➤ once he’s over the initial shock of “smol but angy”, we’re both cackling like maniacs as we beat the shit out of the car sitting in the center of the room

➤ “Is that all you got!?” “Not in the slightest, Jaeger, watch this!!”

➤ Eren pays for another 30 minutes us because we’re just having so much fun

➤ the room is a chaotic mess by the end of it

➤ when we’re done with that, we’d grab dinner at a pub just down the street

➤ drinks will be had, him a beer and me a fancy ass cocktail that’s stronger than his by a landslide

➤ we’d be having loud drunken conversations about something stupid, probably work related

➤ his cheeks are just so flushed as he stares at me rambling about something going on in the world

➤ “What are you looking at?” “Nothing of importance.” He smirks. “Fuck you.”

➤ he plays the loudest death metal I have ever heard on the way home

➳ Levi

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➤ I'd take him home (hear me out)

➤ we'd make a home cooked meal together, something cozy and comforting

➤ maybe it's a recipe that his mom loved to make for him

➤ there’s soft lo-fi jazz playing in the background and the sun is setting just outside the kitchen window

➤ he loves to cook, like me, so we'd work well in the kitchen together.

➤ it takes longer than the recipe states because I'm slow as fuck when it comes to moving around in the kitchen but he would be so patient with me (not without his dry retorts though and me shooting daggers at him, all in light fun)

➤ “Those potatoes could peel themselves faster than you.” “Shut up.”

➤ When chopping onions, I'd be a puffy-eyed mess but he wouldn't even bat an eye

➤ matter of fact, his knife work is impeccable, and I’d have him on cutting duty

➤ eating together consists of comfortable silence and meaningful stares

➤ after dinner, he'd demand that I go sit while he handwashes all of the dishes as well as wipe down all of the counters (which I do without complaints though I still ask “Are you sure you don’t want help?”)

➤ when he's done, he'll come over with some dessert tea and we'll watch a movie or show together snuggled up on the couch

➤ sleepy forehead kisses as I nod off and he stays up half paying attention to the movie

➳ Hange

➤ I'd take them to a science museum center

➤ it's one of those interactive museums with the water features and outdoor activities

➤ Hange gets so giddy at the chemistry section

➤ they’d spend an ungodly amount of time at the physics station

➤ the system they made with the gears and tools provided is way too complex for me to understand but I am proud of them nonetheless

➤ even though most of the science discovery museums are catered to children, they are the most excited and happy one there

➤ there was a moment where they almost pushed a kid aside to gawk at something, but I grabbed their arm in time

➤ I’d have to physically stop them from buying everything at the giftshop

➤ we’d get pizza for lunch (a little Unspoken Words might have made its way in this)

➤ Hange is rambling on about some sort of experiment they would have made had the science center had the resources, a wicked gleam in their eyes as they talk

➤ “I’m just saying, if they ditched the construction paper and used real, raw materials, it would be even better.” “Hange, that’s not safe for kids.” “Who said it would be for the kids?”

➤ we’d go for a drive around town for a while with the windows down and music is cranked as high as possible as the sun sets in the rearview mirror

➤ the shared playlist we made makes no fucking sense

#i have more that i started on but decided to not add because they weren't as fleshed out as I would have liked #aot hcs #attack on titan #attack on titan headcanons #shingeki no kyojin #snk #marco bodt #armin arlert #sasha braus #eren yeager #levi ackerman #hange zoe #i think this warmed my soul actually #forever crying over marco #usertorichi

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mmollymercury · 2 years

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HAPPY MILK DAY‼️‼️🎊🎊🥳🥳🥳

For those who are confused: milk is now a meme in the Encanto fandom, somehow - and people came up with the idea for today to be an official milk day!

I've got more crack content coming👀👀 and a certain something for a birthday girl 👀👀👀👀 @glitternightingale,,, but first! Here's some wholesome fluff! 💕💕

Summary: Pepa and Julieta bond over the comfort that is breastfeeding.

It was a coincidence that their first pregnancies were so close, with Isabela being slightly older than Dolores; although it was difficult to adjust to the noise of a baby's cry, doubled, it did end up coming in handy: the girls could calm each other down, play with each other and give their working parents a well deserved break, without even realising it.

Julieta's second pregnancy was the first she pioneered without a twin situation by her side-but like everything her sister did, she did it perfectly... All until she started having complications. Luisa was a hefty baby, Pepa never thought she'd ever see a baby bump that big. When her niece was born, she was all tub and endearing wrinkles, she was beautiful. But Julieta had been exhausted; weak and frail, so unlike her usually. Her lower half stained with blood; it was a day full of complicated feelings.

But! Now they were back in action, the Madrigal sisters, cooking up buns in synchronisation again! This time, Pepa's would be slightly older, which made for some good childish banter. Mamá still insisted they work, always had while they were pregnant - but maybe the lingering thought of Julieta's previous due date changed her... Because she was assigning them significantly less labour than before. This gave them plenty of free time, most of which was with their husbands and brother; Félix and Agustín weren't magical descendants, them being out and about didn't really help any, especially Agustín - who caused more trouble than he was worth.

Bruno was naturally a shut in, with good reason. Pepa and Julieta accepted this, knowing how he felt without him having to describe it; they were triplets. They were so happy to be spending more time with their baby brother.

Another source of happiness, was daydreaming about their babies. Bruno had already managed to predict that Pepa would be having a boy. The first boy since himself! This was a momentous occasion! He'd be treated like the little prince he was, Pepa was so thrilled! Her elder sister was still waiting in anticipation. They sometimes talked about the prospect of having two boys and how amazing that'd be! But Juli was adamant she was having another girl.

"I can just tell, my little Mariposa." She’d say, patting her round belly.

One afternoon, their conversations lead to the sweetest of topics:

"I missed feeding Luisa so much when she stopped." Juli reminisced, rocking gently in her chair, "The bonding felt more intense than with Isa, such a comforting feeling, I especially needed it back then."

Pepa nodded enthusiastically.

"Yes! Me too with Dolores! I can't wait to have that feeling again."

A rainbow materialised above their heads.

A few months later, Camilo Madrigal was born. Indeed, the first Madrigal boy since Bruno, Alma was especially proud, kissing her grandson and her daughter on their flushed cheeks. Because Julieta was out of commission, being heavily pregnant herself, the clean-up effort was done by the men (well, that isn’t to say they didn’t help before- but Julieta was definitely the ringleader of the operation). Félix held his son, rocking him expertly to sleep whilst simultaneously, passionately kissing his wife, Agustín changed his sister in law's sheets, and Bruno cleaned her face with a damp rag.

The sun had shone brighter that day.

Mirabel Madrigal soon followed, a miracle baby. She was so easy to birth and cried softly, almost as if she knew about her cousin's hearing and wanted to be courteous. A selfless little girl, right from the start.

Months past since that day and today, a gorgeously sunny sky was painted above, for all to see and Bruno Madrigal was left to babysit his older nieces. They played with their new siblings and saw them plenty- but there were also times they were meant to leave them alone. They had been asking for them all morning; Bruno hadn’t seen his sister’s or their babies at all today, nor did he hear them. What if they were all sleeping and he disturbed them? Dolores confirmed that they were napping for a brief period.

He left it for about half an hour before knocking on the nursery door, carefully. A voice from within prompted him to open it. He peaked his head inside, keeping the rambunctious children behind his thin legs, just in case.

“The girls want to see the bebés.” Bruno took in the scene: Mira and Cami were missing from their twin cribs, across from Luisa's bed. They were instead, in their mother’s arms, both of which, were sat in two respective chairs, looking fresh faced and well rested. He noticed how his niblings were eating, cautiously, he pushed the door back towards him, unsure if his sisters would allow them in right now. “Is this a good time?”

However, Pepa and Julieta smiled.

“Sure, come on in, Brunito, niñas.”

At those words, Isa finally broke through the barrier that was her uncle and threw open the door; thankfully, Bruno caught it before it could slam against the wall- Isabela, Dolores and Luisa walked in, well, Dolores walked, her cousins practically sprinted.

To make sure the girls wouldn’t try anything, Bruno pulled Isa and Luisa into his lap after sitting on the latter’s bed. Dolores sat beside him, unprompted and polite. He could trust her to behave.

“What are you doing?” Isabela bluntly asked, a twinge of annoyance in her voice; she expected Mirabel to be more... alive. Not stuck to their mother, eyes closed and lips pursed.

“They’re feeding your brother and your sister.” Bruno explained.

Luisa craned her neck this way and that, “I don’t see a bottle.”

“No, Luisa, it comes from our bodies.” Pepa snorted.

“Blood?!” Isabela chimed in, smile big and fists clenched, Bruno bounced her on his knee. Luisa groaned in disgust and pulled on his ruana.

“Tío Brunito, tell her to stop!”

Bruno died a little inside- his sisters laughed at his expense. No amount of eye rolls could convey his disappointment.

“Didn’t we tell you to stop calling your tío that?” Julieta giggled.

“But you guys call him it.” Luisa frowned.

“It’s different.” Pepa smiled, shaking her head amusedly.

“It’s not blood, Isa, it’s milk.” Bruno booped her nose, trying to move on from what just happened as quickly as possible.

“Huh? Milk?”

“Hmm mm.”

“I thought everyone knew that.” Dolores mumbled, incredulous.

“That’s so cool.” Isa said, a breeze of flowers passed through her hair, confirming her statement, “Does it come in your favourite flavour?”

Bruno chuckled, as did his sisters. Dolores looked expressionless to the untrained eye- but the triplets could tell she was bursting to scold her cousin for her naïveté.

“No, amor, just ordinary milk.” Pepa said.

“When do they eat normal?” Luisa babbled, trying to climb up her mother’s arm.

“Soon but not yet, just liquids for now.” Julieta beamed. Bringing down a hand to stroke her toddler’s cheek.

“Why?” She nuzzled into her calloused palm. The adults breathed a huff of mirth at the common question.

“Their teeth haven’t come out yet.” Dolores hushed, finally having enough, it seemed. “The sound of them is horrible!” the little girl covered her ears, as if saying it would bring about the sound.

“Aww...” Bruno stroked her hair; she hugged his side, pushing her face into the green wool of his clothes.

“So, are you sure they don’t come in different flavours?” Isabela sounded sceptical. “Because they’re still drinking and I don’t think plain milk is that good.” Sassily flipping her hair, she stood, attempting to draw her sister’s attention away from this apparently, irresistible, completely ordinary milk.

“Mira! Hurry up, I want to play with you!”

Laughter filled Casita.

~~~

This is also chapter 5 of "Hurts To Remember All The Good Times" on my ao3💗💗

#encanto #encanto fanfiction #bruno madrigal #pepa madrigal #julieta madrigal #isabela madrigal #luisa magridal #mirabel madrigal #baby mirabel #baby camilo #camilo madrigal #encanto milk day #encanto milk #my fanfiction #my writing #💫my stories📖

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hellcab · 1 month

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5, 7, & 9 (Problematic muses meme)

5. What's makes your muse respect someone? Are they capable of respecting others without reason?

There’s a criterion to earn Roth’s respect, one being humor. He tends to respect people who can handle his humor. If you can handle it, and dish it out, Roth tends to respect that even more.

Roth also tends to respect people for similar beliefs. Roth is counter cultural, individualism and consistently anti-authoritarian. Roth also admires people who actually have virtues. Virtues like honesty, kindness and selflessness tend to earn his admiration.

Though, respect is something Roth does not give out willingly. You gotta prove something to him.

7. Do you ever think that despite your muses actions/morality they do have a point when it comes to their reasons?

Yes, maybe, maybe not.

Firstly, Roth considers himself a prisoner of Hell. A man judged not by God, but by committee. Roth considers his sentencing to be a miscarriage of justice.

Secondly, Roth sees Hell for what it really is, a prison. Yes, it’s far from the inferno of Dante. But everyone is punished and the punishment. In Sarte’s words, Hell is other people. Roth, being more preceptive, sees through Hell’s distractions. Just knowing serves to torture Roth.

Roth also thinks there’s nothing worth his time in Hell. Sure, he’s ignoring his friends and loved ones, but that’s how he feels. Sooner or later, he’s going to lose those people too. So, why even stay? He doesn’t want to become an Overlord. He doesn’t want to make it big and mighty. He doesn’t care about Lucifer, Adam, Lute or that stupid Hotel. He cares about himself and what he wants. What he wants is freedom.

Lastly, Roth believes he deserves more life. Not life below, or in Heaven, but life among the human race. He just wants more time for all his dreams. The places he wants to visit and maybe live in. He wants to dip his hands into the cool waters of The Rubicon. He wants to feel the Sicilian sun on his face. He wants to see wild mustangs in The Sierra Nevada. He wants more LIFE.

That being said, Roth deserved hellfire. He’s made some very serious mistakes. He’s failed people and allowed good people to die.

Sure, Haeven’s committee was heartless. But then again, they were just making their judgement on Roth’s record.

9. What's a line your muse won't cross under any circumstance?

Selling his soul would be one such line. Despite some seductive offers, Roth keeps his soul teethed to him. Sure, they might offer freedom, but Roth is always reading the fine print.

Also, Roth wouldn’t buy anyone’s soul. That’s for Overlords. He’s no overlord, he’s better.

#distantpagesandpapercuts.#answered

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avaguedoodle · 7 months

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Who You Travel With: Ch 51 - Going Home

I just posted the last Chapter chapter of Who You Travel With. (Short epilogue to come. But the main plot is closed.)

So, there it is. I've rewritten a full Voltron's worth of plot.

All because they did Adam dirty in canon and I'm that meme of Rosa Diaz with the puppy about him.

And also about Allura. And Lance. And--well lets just assume I had a lot of feelings about every single character in this show.

Chapter 51 or Begin Reading from the Start

#Adashi #Klance #Voltron #Canon Compliant Alternate Universe Fanfic #Fanfiction #Found Family #takashi shirogane #Adam #princess allura #Matt Holt #lance mcclain #keith kogane #pidge holt #Hunk #idk how to tag things guys

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the-path-to-redemption · 10 months

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ask meme - renora, elm x vine, frostbite

ask meme

Long post ahead

Renora

Get my boy Ren away from that white bitch, she does not deserve him. SHE DOES NOT DESERVE REN FOR THE BULLSHIT SHE PUT HIM THROUGH.

This ship is another one that Canon made me DESPISE it, and by extension Nora. I'm sorry, but I was fucking seething at the way she treated him. Nora didn't give a shit that Ren was stressed out about their situation (rightfully so), instead of listening to his worries she kissed him without consent, when he got justifiably angry with the crew, she joined the rest of them white bitches and made him out to be the VILLAIN when he came in to check on her.

Hello? Nora, Ren just got through hell, being slammed through rocks, dragged across the tundra trying to save Oscar, had to save Jaune and Yang's useless asses, got shit on by Yang for being frustrated, met the devil and barely survived an explosion, and you still think he was being irrational?? And it's his fault that your relationship deteriorate??? Bitch, have some fucking self awareness.

I legit have no love for Nora or the ship anymore. Sign this petition to get Ren better friends, God bless 🙏

Elm x Vine

Jesus Christ, were these two done wrong.

I wanted to see more of them to be honest, but both Elm and Vine were victims of RT's racism, so sadly we have shit for them. I wanted them to be on screen more damn it, I know these two are married!!

But overall, it's the same with any Clover ships. They're cute, but nothing more because these guys don't got shit to them.

Frostbite (Adam x Weiss)

Fuck you RT, they are fucking foils to each other and if you would let them meet, your show would've worth something FUCK YOU GIVE THEM TO ME SOBS

Adam and Weiss should have met, and they should've kicked Jacques' ass together. Weiss should have been confronted with the sin of her family's legacy, and Adam should have been able to have his pain be fuckimg recognized. WE DESERVED BETTER THAN THIS.

They were hurt by the same name, by the same man, and lost a part of themselves that they will never physically or mentally get back. These two have so much narrative foil to each other, and I will never be happy again thinking about what canon did to this potential. FUCK YOU RT.

#answered #anonymous #ask meme answered #ship meme answered #rwde #rwby critical #adam taurus #weiss schnee #elm ederne #vine zeki #lie ren #nora valkyrie #renora #rwby frostbite #rwby flower trail

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