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𐙚 ๋࣭ ⭑love, or han jisung

♡ pairing - han x reader

♡ just a lil thing bc han is cute and these photos made me go crazy :33 (unedited !!)

♡ warnings - food mention, cannibalism joke djdjdj, ummm i don't think anything else but lmk if i missed smthn !

♡ wc - tba (short lol, i'll check on my laptop when i can!)

"Babe?"

"Hmm?"

"How do I look here?" Han asks timidly, and you roll over to look at the photos he's got up on his phone. "Do I look okay...?"

There's nothing you can say at first, just staring at the images and swiping between the three selcas with your mouth slightly open. Okay? Oh, he looks way better than okay. With his hair growing longer, it covers part of his face in a mass of fluff, and you have to fight the urge to break every pair of scissors at the JYPE building.

"You look amazing, as always," you say with a smile when you realize you've been silent too long.

Although you've only been dating a few months, you knew how Jisung could get when you didn't reply fast enough, but sometimes your mouth doesn't move as quickly as your brain does. You never want him to think you're not talking because you don't like something or don't care, unknowingly letting his insecurities spiral as you regain the function to speak. It's almost always the opposite, speechless from awe, not disgust.

Like now, reassuring him you mean what you say with a peck on his cheek. You've spent the day lounging in bed and listening to the rain fall, entangled in each other's warmth. He's wearing one of the few hoodies you haven't stolen away and a matching pair of sweat pants. It's simple, it's him. There's a soft smile on Jisungs face as he stretches over you to place his phone down on the nightstand. As soon as it hits the wood, he's dropped his entire body weight onto you.

"Jisuuuuung," you groan, dramatically gasping under him. "I can't breathe!"

You try and try to roll out from under him, but he's got you pinned down. Turning your head to the side, you find his face right by yours and jump at the sudden distance; more of a flinch than a jump really, considering your current position. A goofy smile forms on Jisung's face, your own features mimicking his. With the hand not squished by his body, you poke Jisung's cheek and he sticks his tongue out.

"I could eat you, you're so cute," You say, scrunching up your nose. "Like, just a bite out of your squishy cheek. Just a nibble on the tip of your nose."

"Am I dating a cannibal?" Jisung's eyes widen in fake shock, raising himself above you on his palms dramatically. As hard as he's trying to keep the act up, a few breathy laughs escape him. "Baby, do I need to call Minho-hyung to cook some food for you? I'm worried."

"No, I have a nice meal right here." You don't give him time to react before you're wrapping a hand behind his neck and sinking your teeth into his neck lightly. You can feel him jolt before relaxing into your touch.

Kissing the spot your teeth landed on, you pull back to see Jisung with his eyes closed and a soft smile on his blushing face. When he opens his eyes, you're sure he's found the same on you, leaning in to rub the tip of your noses together. You're against the headboard now, fingers tangling into his hair, the hood of his sweater falling behind his ears.

"I love you, you know that, right?" Jisung asks, eyebrows knitting together.

"Of course, why wouldn't I?"

"Because I'm not always here, or because of past arguments, or because I'm too much-" You cut him off by brushing your fingers over his lips.

"Whoever told you you're too much doesn't know what they're missing out on, Ji. You're funny and talented, and you're mine," He sighs into your cheek. "I love all of you, whether you're here physically or not. If you need me to verbalize it more I will, because I will never have a problem telling my beautiful boyfriend how much I love him."

"I like it when you call me that."

"Boyfriend?"

"Your boyfriend."

"My boyfriend, Han Jisung."

This time, his lips find yours and you can't tear away, breathless in minutes. When you finally do pull away, his face is flushed and his lips are puffy. You giggle and cup his face with one hand, the other intertwined with his. You stay like this for a while, listening to the rain and basking in each other's presence. Love, or in your words, Han Jisung.

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notes - this is not edited lol and also was supposed to be a cute lil thing without much plot at all :33 hehehe i hope u enjoyeeeed. also, @tfshouldidohere , GO TO BED !!

taglist - @chaeryred @toplinelix @channie-143 @staysinbloom

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dudeitiskarev · 20 hours

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Maybe Someday | Ch. 3

A Spencer Reid mini-series

Pairing: Spencer Reid x female reader

Chapter summary: Spencer manages to find you. Again.

Word count: 1.5k

Tags/warnings: abortion; regret.

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Spencer looked up at the big blue letters.

PLANNED PARENTHOOD

He stood outside the clinic (he’d asked Garcia for help to find you) and hesitated whether to walk in or not.

Most abortions take up to fifteen minutes—if there weren’t any complications. It was nine past ten. You were still under the procedure most likely, so he waited a few more minutes before asking for you at reception.

“Only relatives are allowed to visit,” the nurse said while multitasking—she was clasping the phone between her ear and her shoulder, taking notes on a pink post-it with one hand and massaging her temple with the other.

Probably had a night shift.

“I need to ask her some questions.” Spencer pulled out his FBI badge without hesitation.

Which was effective every time.

“Please hold,” the nurse told the person on the other line and stopped everything she was doing to take him straight to you. “She should be waking up soon,” she said while opening the door to your room. “Just press the button if she needs anything.”

Spencer thanked the nurse and made it next to you. It barely looked like you were breathing. He had to stare at you for a few seconds to make sure your chest was rising up and down.

He was patient and waited for eight minutes and four seconds until your soft frown disappeared as your eyes fluttered open.

“How are you feeling?” Was the first thing he asked, as gently as a could.

“Mmm?” You blinked a few times, searching for his voice around the room. “What are you doing here, how did you—” A faint smile took over your lips when you found him next to you.

“Used my FBI privileges,” he said proudly.

“Mmm, bad boy,” you mumbled. “I was dreaming about you. Am I still dreaming?”

That surely was the painkiller talking, but his cheeks still got tainted with a faint shade of pink.

“Ho- how are you feeling?” He cleared his throat mid-sentence to play it cool, pulling a chair closer and sitting down.

“I’m okay. I’ll be okay.” You palmed the bed, searching for something.

He reached for your phone on the nightstand and handed it to you, but you went for his hand instead and enveloped it with yours gently.

He froze for a moment. Your skin was silky smooth and felt so clean he didn’t dodge it as he normally would’ve.

“Those privileges of yours are dangerous. Means you can find me whenever you want.”

It took me almost twenty years to find you, he thought.

“Is that a bad thing?” He chuckled.

“No.” You smiled. “Not at all.”

Your kind eyes narrowed with that smile but happiness didn’t reach them. They were filled with sorrow.

You slowly came back to your senses the more Spencer tried to do small talk even when all he wanted to say was that he could take care of you. Help you find a way to start over. But he was afraid of suffocating you with… being himself and scare you away.

“What about you?” You then asked him. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I was just… worried about you. Didn’t want you to be all alone.”

“I’m used to it.” You shrugged.

“I know, but that doesn’t mean you have to be.”

Your face softened. “Spencer?” You opened your mouth to say something but got interrupted by a melody coming from his pocket. “I think your phone is ringing,” you said instead.

“It can wait.”

“No, it could be important.”

He let go of your touch to answer but by the time he reached it the screen showed a missed call and a text.

It was a picture of JJ holding her newborn baby.

“Oh, wow.” He raised his brows with a lopsided smile.

What a paradox he thought right then. While JJ was giving birth, you were terminating your pregnancy.

“What is it?” you asked, tilting your head to one side.

“My friend...” He hesitated whether to tell you or not, given the circumstances.

“Did something bad happen?”

“N-no, not at all. She, uh, she just had her baby.”

“Oh.” Your eyes drooped but your smile remained there on your lips. “You have to go meet him, then.”

“I’ll be there soon.” He put the phone down. “What were you gonna say before?”

“Um, I just wanted to know, is it really only a one percent chance?” you asked with a pained frown.

“If you take your medication?” He asked, waiting for your nod. “Zero point five, actually.”

You brought your hand up to your chest, slightly nodding. “Then maybe someday.” Your chin quivered between words and a shaky breath escaped you while making eye contact with him.

“Yeah, definitely.” He reached for your hand again to hopefully give some comfort to your tears threatening to fall down.

You looked up at the ceiling searching for some sort of answer and a few tears managed to slide down your cheeks.

“Would you stay with me?” You looked at him and quickly wiped them.

“Y-yeah.” He was quick to obey, yet kept some sort of distance, sitting almost at the edge of the bed.

You sat upright, scooting to your left to give him more room to sit. You lowered your head, and your hair fell at each side of your face so he couldn’t really see you.

“Damn it,” You said quietly at first, then let out a sob that tore him to pieces. “Oh, god damn it!”

All he could do was bring you close to his chest and stay there with you while you mourned.

His arms were the perfect place to cry.

You fell asleep right there, with his calm breathing as a lullaby, and dreamed of a quiet, simple life.

Spencer was in it. Maybe not next to you, but somewhere close, and the mere idea of it brought you a kind of comfort you haven’t had the chance to experience yet.

Which made you wonder.

If he did all this—being with you on one of your hardest days—while being somewhat of a stranger, how bright and colorful would everything be if you meant something more to him?

There has always been a little devil on your shoulder, though, that reminded you of the good things you didn’t deserve. Every inch of Spencer spelled too-good-for-you. Too smart. Too kind. Too sane.

Someone like him wouldn’t choose someone like you to keep close—someone with a stained life.

Someone who made bad choices.

You woke up by Spencer’s gentle voice and were discharged a couple of hours later. He refused to leave your side, watching your every move.

“My friend is picking me up,” you had told him as he faced away from you, giving you privacy to change from the medical gown to your regular clothes. “You can turn around now,” you said, and he hesitantly did.

“Where are you going after?” His kind eyes also asked.

“I’m staying with her until I can come back to my place and get my things.” You shrugged.

“And after that?”

“I’m not sure.”

Spencer stood with his hands inside his pockets. “Are you in any type danger?”

You paused for a moment. You couldn’t tell him how your now ex-boyfriend was the one who pushed you before he picked you up. And how he didn’t know you’d had gone through with the abortion he was so against of.

“No.” You shook your head. “I’m just in trouble. But I can deal with it.”

His mouth settled into a grim line. He knew you were lying, of course, but he didn’t push. “Will you call me again if you need anything?” He looked at you like a dark-eyed puppy.

“Of course.” You took a few steps closer and went for a hug. “Thank you, Spencer.”

You hugged him like it was the last time you’d do it, and it reminded you of the first time you did.

So many years ago.

You had just fought with your brother and a young Spencer Reid found you crying on your front porch.

“Are you okay?” he had shyly asked, sliding his glasses up the bridge of his little nose. His school backpack hung low on his back. It almost touched the ground, which you found funny, and managed to get a small giggle out of you.

You nodded as you stood up, wiping off your nose with the sleeve of your shirt.

“Were you crying?” he then asked and you nodded again. “Here.” He handed you a handful of Hershey’s kisses.

All you could do was hug him and say a quiet thank you.

At the time, he was a couple of inches taller than you and so thin you almost hugged yourself. It didn’t last long as he pushed you away—as gently as an embarrassed kid would. You stumbled on your feet and fell over the stairs, sitting back on the front porch and watching as he ran away.

“Sorry! gotta go!”

You smiled at the memories and let go of the hug.

“I have to go,” you quoted young Spencer while looking up at him with a smile. “And so do you.”

“Will I see you again?”

“Of course. You found me after all these years. I’m sure you’ll find a way to find me again.”

“What does that mean?”

“I have your number.” You dodged his question. “So make sure not to change it.”

You kissed his cheek and left him there.

To never call him again.

Of course this isn’t the last time they se each other. There are 10 more chapters to go 🙂‍↔️

Chapter four teaser:

(…)

“Spencer,” you greeted bright-eyed.

You seemed so different. So at peace. So… beautiful.

“Hey,” he responded. “It’s so good to see you. Wha-What are you doing here?”

The last time he saw you was at the clinic—almost a year ago—so it wasn’t a rude question to ask.

(…)

#Spencer Reid #Spencer Reid x reader #Spencer Reid x female reader #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid x fanfiction #spencer reid self insert #spencer reid x you #spencer reid fanfiction

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gentlebeardsbarngrill · 1 day

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05/02/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Cast & Crew Sightings; Taika Waititi; Claudia O'Doherty; Dominic Burgess; Eliza Cossio; Erroll Shand; Watch Party Reminders; Fan Spotlight: Cast Cards; OFMD Colouring Pages; Stede & Ed (Calvin & Hobbes); MerMay Prompts/submissions; Love Notes; Daily Darby / Tonight's Taika;

= Cast & Crew Sightings =

= Taika Waititi =

Taika is in NYC with Rita for more TypeBea launches! Additionally, the Met Gala happens to be on May 6th, will they be showing up again this year?

Img Src: Rita Ora's IG Storys

Img Srcs: DailyMail

= Claudia O'Doherty =

Our dear Mary, Claudia O'Doherty has peeked her head out again! This time with cooking suggestions and a podcast! Check her out on the latest episode of @douboyspodcast. Listen here

= Erroll Shand =

Just Erroll in a priests outfit with the song "Reflections" by Diana Ross & The Supremes.

Img Src: Erroll's IG Story

= Dominic Burgess =

Dominic got to slay on Palm Royale this week! Check out that suit! Bonus --Once again, I am a sucker for cat content, any cast member that shows their pets I'm posting it. Check out these adorable babies of our dear Jeffrey Fetterling.

Img Src: Dominic Burgess' Twitter

== Eliza Cossio ==

One of our dear writers, Eliza Cossio just so happens to have co-written a spin off of Felicity called "Felicity In Space". It's available on her Instagram here: tinyurl.com/FELICITYINSPACE

Img Src: Eliza's IG

== Watch Party Reminders ==

Palm Royale picks back up May 9 via @LCWebsXOXO with the lovely @/dominicburgess approx. 4pm EDT/9pm BST/1pm PST!

= Wrecked =

Last 2 episodes of Season 1 is on the docket for tomorrow! Don't have access? Reach out to me on @gentlebeardsbarngrill on tumblr, or @aspirantabby42 on twitter.

Days: Apr 29 - May 3

Times: 3:30 pm PT / 6:30 pm ET / 11:30 pm BST

== Fan Spotlight ==

= Cast Cards =

Tonight is non other than Josie Whittlesey, aka Hellkat Maggie, and the reason we have OFMD in the first place! Thank you so much @melvisik for spotlighting her!

Img Src: @melvisik's Twitter

= OFMD Colouring Pages =

More colouring pages by @patchworkpiratebear! And it fits with the MerMay Theme! I would love to print out a whole books worth of these once they're done!

Img Src: @patchworkpiratebear's Tumblr

= Stede & Ed (Calvin & Hobbes) =

A new fan spotlight tonight features our very own darling @blakbonnet! She's been making these awesome Calvin/Hobbes redraws with Stede and Ed for a while now, and she was kind enough to let me share them with you in the recaps! If you haven't seen them already, please check them out on her blog! Theres's so many to catch up on so we'll be seeing more each day for a bit!

Src: @blakbonnet's Tumblr

== Mer May Prompts ==

There's prompts going on every day from the @saveofmdcrewmates and @bizarrelittlemew's MerMay Bingo and it's taking me a bit to get permission to share, but I'll share when if/when I can! A few of our crewmates are going strong with the themes!

= Spanish Jackiez =

Our talented @erostheartist had this submission for Mermay Day 1. I love the idea of The Swede as a merman <3 Visit them on their blog for more artwork!

= Plunder =

Today's SaveOFMD MerMay Day 2 prompt was "Plunder" -- and as always, @blueberreads never ceases to amaze with the awesome pixel art they make! The very important plant booty even makes an appearance-- and that tailcoat swoosh! I love it! For more pixel art awesomeness, please follow them on their blog!

In addition, @erostheartist had some gorgeous ideas on Plunder with Izzy Hands and jewelry, check out their post here to learn more about this piece.

== Love Notes ==

Hey lovelies! It's finally Friday tomorrow! I hope you all are finally going to get some rest and relaxation this weekend. We could all use some! I'm gonna go into a bit of a heavier topic tonight, so if you don't have the spoons please don't worry about reading it right now (or ever). I've noticed a big rift going on in the fandom. Whether its on twitter, or tumblr, there's definitely a lot of contention between various groups of fans. I'm sorry if that's stressing you out-- I know it can be really hard to see that kind of thing, especially when we put the time and effort into putting ourselves out there and trying to find a safe space ship we can belong to. Obviously I can't speak to the entire fandom, but the way I've been trying to process what's going on is I think we're running into some Post Cancellation-Fatigue/Aggression. When we were getting regular content from the show, or we were fighting to get the show back more, even if there were some differences between parts of the fandom, it still felt at least somewhat cohesive with some random outliers. That mutual fight for the show isn't as strong now, and the only content we get is BTS from Samba or some of the other lovely crewmembers, and I think it's starting to weigh pretty heavily on people. Sure, there's always been some contention, but a lot of folks have expressed that it's felt a lot stronger the last few days and I have to agree. Have you ever seen those cat videos where there are three cats -- two are focused on one another, and then another cat sneaks up from behind and scares one of them, and then the startled cat starts fighting the other one that wasn't involved? That's what your behavioural specialists would call "misplaced aggression". Same with if your two cats are fighting, and then you try to interrupt, and they scratch you--it's not caused by you but that aggression gets directed at you. That's kinda how it's feeling right now. There's something bugging all of us on some level (and its not all the same thing) and that's translating into frustration, and being modern times we can express those frustrations online-- and maybe not worded in the best way, and suddenly we've got this huge blow up of contention between groups. Now, I may be misreading it, but I've seen this happen in a few other fandoms post cancellations, and it feels similar.

How do we navigate that kind of change? Well, it's not easy. Fandoms are supposed to be fun. They're supposed to be a relief from stress and help us escape the crazy shit going on in this world.

You're allowed to want to just relax and have fun. You're allowed to love your blorbos, and your pairings, whether they follow canon or not ( just like anything in life, don't force them on others if they don't want them). You're allowed to have fun and learn new things and enjoy all of the wonderful things that happen in the show, as well as how many positive things have happened from it's existence.

That being said, you don't owe anyone your energy and mental health-- so if you're not feeling great about a particular group, or chat, or server, or whatever you're in, remember to be kind to yourself and prioritise your happiness. There's a reason there are block buttons on most social media-- not everyone gets along, and you shouldn't have to sacrifice your peace for the sake of other people's frustrations.

There are going to be groups that feel extremely strong one way or the other, and they're going to want you to pick a side. If you find that you identify more with one side, and you feel comfortable and accepted with them, then by all means, find your new safe space ship! If you don't want to pick a side, if you just want to love your blorbos and listen to all the different fun meta going on-- that's okay too! Look for people who share that same ideal-- and aren't as worried about one way or the other.

Hell, if you're enjoying the hell out of all the crazyness going on-- then that's fine too you bringer of chaos, you do you <3. I will repeat this lovelies-- this is supposed to be fun. It's supposed to be an escape, not an added stressor.

Do you need a few days away from the internet? Go nuts! Go outside, lay in the grass, drink your favorite drink and eat your favorite snack. The internet will be here when you get back. This show that brought us all together is about love, kindness, acceptance, learning, growing, making mistakes, forgiveness, support from our friends and family, redemption, and breaking the paradigms that society wants so badly to hold us down with. Those are the things we need to remember and cherish. This show taught us that there are very few situations that are irredeemable with effort, if people are willing to try. It taught us that where we are now doesn't have to be where are in a day, or a month, or a year, or 10 years and nothing is set in stone. We can change our own circumstances if we need to. It's perfectly reasonable to be upset that our safe space ship is having some troubles right now, and I feel it just like everyone else, so I get it. But-- just like the show tells us, nothing stays the same forever, and things can get better. Things can mend. Fandoms can mend, friendships can mend, relationships can mend. Or they can be severed and allow for those involved to move on. Whatever YOU need to do for your peace is okay and valid (we just ask that its not purposefully causing harm to others). You're allowed to prioritise yourself and your happiness.

If you need to talk, or vent, reach out to like-minded crewmates (you're welcome to message me but I may be slow due to work stuff, but I'm happy to listen and talk when I can!)

No matter where you are, no matter how you're feeling, you are loved.

You are doing your best, and you will get through these harder times. Remember to be kind if you can, and give yourself grace too.

Sleep well lovelies, I hope tomorrow is easier for you <3

== Daily Darby / Tonight's Taika ==

Tonight's theme is "silly", because we all need a little sillyness in our lives.

Gifs courtesy of the stupendous @ofmd-ann and marvelous @darkinerry <3

#daily ofmd recap #daily ofmd recaps #ofmd daily recaps #ofmd daily recap #taika waititi\#dominic burgess #eliza cossio #felicity in space #erroll shand #claudia o'doherty #ofmd mermay 2024 #ofmd mermay

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ms-lirio · 2 days

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"You hurted yourself. Again."

"I guess I should say: I am deeply sorry."

"Do not act so reckless, Alfred."

"—Promise. And you should take a rest, you look tired."

"I am fine. Do not worry about me."

I have MANY pending books to read, whether diaries, reports, story books, Brazilian Pracinhas and Nurses and much more. But to save time, I decided to just read a few quick articles to prepare this post.

All pointed here is in a historical view.

Brazil was officially the only South American country to send troops to the conflict under its flag.

Historically, Brazil's actions prevailed in Italy. It was where Brazil sent its troops, and its participation in the war was delayed as Brazil wanted to maintain its relations with both sides and remain neutral throughout the conflict. After German and Italian attacks suffered by Brazilian ships, Brazil gave up its neutrality, siding with the Allies.

American military bases were built in the Northeast region of Brazil and Brazilian troops received American training.

"In 1939, with the beginning of the Second World War, Brazil remained neutral, in continuation of President Getúlio Vargas' policy of not defining itself by any of the great powers, only trying to take advantage of the advantages offered by them. Such "pragmatism " was interrupted at the beginning of 1942, when the United States and the Brazilian government agreed to transfer air bases on the island of Fernando de Noronha and along the north-northeast Brazilian coast to receive American military bases (if negotiations had not result, with Vargas and the military insisting on maintaining neutrality, the US had plans to invade the Brazilian northeast, codenamed Plan Rubber).” (WIKIPEDIA)

"Natal, the capital of the state of Rio Grande do Norte, in northeastern Brazil, has a very important strategic global geographic position. This fact made the city host the two main American military bases during the Second World War: the Naval Base and Parnamirim Field – at the time it was the largest US Air Force base on foreign territory.” (WIKIPEDIA)

// Getúlio Vargas flirted with the Fascist ideology even tho, he went to ALLIES' side. 💀

HCs: (don't take them too seriously)

⚠️ Remembering the following content: we are still talking about Hetalia, so my HCs and lore are not absolute truth, but my perception of my oc's participation during the conflict. Even though it has a historical basis behind it. And also, this is historical fiction (ofc, it's hetalia). WWII is an extremely sensitive topic to many. I ask for caution, I will be careful with what I have to say.

— Alfred used his charm and charisma to make Mayara fight alongside him (Good Neighbor Policy). What worked and they formed an alliance based on a mutual exchange of interests.

— Mayara had developed a strange feeling that intensified for Alfred (something between admiration and wanting to be like him, a complex feeling, which perhaps was confused with platonic love and which sought certain privileges in that alliance), even if she was reluctant to give end her neutral stance towards the conflict (something similar to what happened in WWI). She would later do this after torpedoing of vessels by German and Italian submarines, retaliation due to Brazil's accession to the Atlantic Charter; thus, she broke ties with the AXIS and declared war on Italy and Germany.

— In my universe, Mayara also served as a nurse, and spent most of her time with Alfred, often tending to his wounds. Sometimes just chitchatting together or learning about militarism and things like that. He trained her. He was the one who supported her.

— I changed my conception of another topic, which was May's direct participation on the battlefield. I think that Mayara, in addition to serving as a nurse, also fought on the front line when necessary (due to the fact that she was the representative of Brazil) and needed to be on the front line. In my former HC she didn't go to the front. (I disagree with the 2021 me xd).

— I don't believe that Alfred reciprocated any kind of feelings for May. She was an important piece for him, and so he courted her, to secure a new ally. It was a benefits relationship.

— Besides Alfred. There were FEW times where dialogues with England took place, this was due to the participation of Anglo-Brazilians on the English side (if I'm not wrong, in the area of aviation, but I need to delve deeper into the topic). An almost tiny interaction compared to the prevalence of Alfred's actions, which was immensely greater and also generated impacts.

PS: I don't ship BrAme/AmeBra, they are just friends. However, Mayara, as I said, had strange feelings for him at some moments in history (I was reading an article about diplomacy 🇧🇷-🇺🇸, I realized that Brazil had a greater interest in getting closer to the USA for economic and regional power, that is, an admiration that aimed for benefits/just as the US aimed for strategic support/Mayara would support Alfred in anything, as she thought she would get support in return).

I used the word "courtship" as it was stated in this old History book (which I no longer have). Alfred... used his charm against May. Lol.

Evidence of a strange obsession with Alfred:

Meet the United States of Brazil:

(I showed this damn flag to my dad he got disgusted lmfao)

#aph brazil #hetalia brazil #aph oc #country oc #country personification #hetalia #hws oc #aph brasil #hws america #aph america #alfred f jones #historical hetalia #hws usa

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finniestoncrane · 2 days

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Your One True Nemesis

Chapter 40: also on AO3 Masterlist Here Arkham!Riddler x Female!Reader, word count: 2k please be kind to me this is the last chapter and endings are not my strong suit, but this is exactly how i wanted this to go all along and i am just so glad i managed to get there ;-; 💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: nothing untoward, lil bit of angst though!

You were there exactly when Eddie asked you to be there. Furthest tunnel in the system. 9pm. Right on time. Earlier, in fact. Because you had spent the entire day up to that point nervously pacing around your room like an animal in an ill-suited enclosure. Grimacing, worrying, chewing your fingernails to the point that your fingertips were raw and reddened. And yet, it felt like it was wasted nerves. It couldn’t have been that Eddie was prepared to ask you something important, as he had alluded to. Because he hadn’t even bothered to show up on time. This was a huge source of irritation, given how stern he had been when insisting that you showed up when he needed you there.

And even more annoying, since you were aware that Eddie had left your main living space some few hours before you had. You had thought you had heard the various doors and locks as he left to go further into the cavernous tunnel system where you both existed, and then your assumptions had been confirmed when you heard the elevator that led down to the deeper floors. Sitting there in your room, listening to the gears humming, knowing he had gone without saying a word. And although you felt like what was coming that evening was positive, the fact he had left without a goodbye still left a bitter feeling in your chest.

One that was only now exacerbated by the fact that he hadn’t even bothered to show up.

Or maybe he wouldn’t be coming at all.

Nothing over the past few days had offered any indication about whether your previous concerns were at all founded in reality. Although, if Eddie had really intended to propose to you, to ask you to spend the rest of your life with him, it wouldn’t have surprised you at all for him to behave as oddly cold and awkward as he usually was. In fact, it would make sense. Any other time he had ever tried to offer his emotions to you, he had done so in a fit of aggression, angry at himself for feeling that way. Angry at you for making him feel that way. And filled with hatred for himself for how difficult he found it to tell you how much he cared for you, when everything else in life came so easily, so naturally to him.

Perhaps that exact difficulty had scared him off.

Again, you considered your own concerns. It was quick. Sudden. Not really, though. But for you and Eddie? It would be so out of character for him to propose, and so against the grain of the rest of your relationship. But now you had built it up in your mind, wondering how he would ask if he was going to. What words he would say. How he would sound saying them. And if he didn’t ask now, you weren’t sure how you would feel.

You smacked your hands to the front of your face, dragging them down over your cheeks as you let out an exasperated groan.

The truth was that you still weren’t sure how you would feel either way.

“And what, pray tell, are you groaning for, my dear?”

Eddie’s voice made you jump, coming from behind you, and not from the front door of the orphanage.

“Eddie! You scared me… where- where have you been? Where did you come from?”

“I’ve been inside, waiting for you. Please don’t tell me that the grand puzzle of a door handle stopped you from being on time?”

You offered him a look, irritated and questioning, silently asking him if he really wanted to go there at this moment in time. Sensing that it definitely was not the right moment, he continued with a smile.

“Well… I suppose you’re not too late. Shall we go get started?”

Before you could speak he had turned from you, walking back into the tunnel, keeping up his pace even as you rushed to keep up with him.

It was darker down here, limited lighting on the corridors, an endless maze of twists and turns and directional choices that had you feeling a little dizzy. Underfoot, the ground became muddier, damper, and more than once you slipped, almost falling completely. Eddie must have heard, but he remained focused on reaching something, as opposed to offering his limited chivalry and rushing to your aid.

Luckily, timing was on Eddie’s side, as he turned to you at the end of a corridor with a glee-filled smile just moments before you snapped at him, considering turning around and heading back to your bedroom.

The excitement behind the expression took a hold of you too, as you felt yourself building it up once more, forgiving, as you so often did, all of Eddie’s habits that were a little too nuanced to either be good or bad.

“Now… are you ready?”

“F-for what?”

He opened the door without answering, taking your wrist, not your hand, and pulling you into yet another dark room that smelled of mould and dust. There was a small window, through which you could see down to another level. A wide track, big enough for a car or maybe two, carved into the floor, grooves where the walls had been smoothed, dents where glints of metal shone from. You couldn’t quite tell what you were looking at, but you really didn’t want to disappoint Eddie.

“Wow… that’s so… cool.”

He narrowed his brows as he looked at you, pinching the bridge of his nose and taking a deep breath, one of his learned behaviours and his attempt at not immediately becoming infuriated with you.

“No, no. Not that.”

Guiding your body with his hand on your lower back, he ushered you towards a large surface covered by a stained and grimy sheet.

“This!”

Admittedly, when he grabbed the end of the sheet, you had hoped he was going to reveal something a little more impressive. A meal, laid out for you both. Some jewellery. Anything other than what was facing you. A large control panel, thousands of buttons and pulls. And you couldn’t help but laugh a little. That you expected anything other than electronics from Eddie.

“This?”

“Yes. This. It’s… this is it. This is going to work this time. And this…”

He gestured towards a large, red button in the centre of the console.

“... this is what will start it all.”

With your warm smile and curious smile as encouragement he continued.

“This, my dear, operates the racetrack which I have built below us. Moving platforms, daring twists and turns, drop ceilings, drop floors, spikes and explosions and drowning potentials. I control them all. And, when Batman inevitably succumbs to the desire to beat me, I will use all of these pleasant little buttons to destroy him.”

You smiled at his enthusiasm. It was always so catching, and it would never stop making you beam with adoration to see Eddie in his true state as the Riddler, plotting Batman’s death with all the giddy glee of a child on Christmas morning.

“Now, more importantly than all of these buttons, my dear, is this one. The big red button. Of course, I didn’t need to make the button large and red. I’m perfectly capable of recalling where I placed a detonation switch. But what can I say? Explosions deserve a touch of ceremony.””

Eddie beamed as he gestured towards a large red button in the middle of the console.

“This one starts everything off. No more test laps. This button will ignite the flame. And, for the inaugural race, when Batman is finally lured into my trap…”

He reached towards you, taking your hands. The first gentle physical gesture he’d extended to you all day. It made your skin tingle, your heart skipping a beat as your mouth became suddenly dry.

“I want you to press it.”

It took everything in you not to let the tears, which had begun to form immediately, fall down your cheeks. You had to stay present, strong.

That was what he wanted to ask you.

If you’d press a button.

The button.

A big, red button that he hoped would kill Batman.

And you realised that was the only question you wanted him to ask.

The meaning was there. A shared commitment. Welcoming you into his world, into his life. Culpable, aiding and abetting. Partners. In crime or otherwise.

“Will you… I mean, I would like you to do me the honour of pressing it.”

You stared, still not one hundred percent convinced that you were comprehending the situation as intended, only blinking in silence until he continued.

“I have worked for this moment for so long. This is the most effort I have ever put into a plan or a scheme. This could potentially be my crowning achievement, or, if it fails, the thing that sends me back to Arkham for who knows how long. And in either event, I want it to be you who sets it in motion. I want you to be the catalyst for my triumph. I want you to be the decider in my fate. Because I am hopeful that regardless of the outcome, you will be there at the end. And if you start it… then… maybe you’ll be more inclined to see the end too.”

Eddie took your hands in his, taking a deep breath to renew his confidence, but knowing that you could hear the nerves jangling on his voice.

“So… will you?”

He was so worried, you could feel it in the air, in his trembling hands, shaking as they held yours tighter than he ever had. The answer he wanted was yes. Because a yes would fill in the gaps. This was a stand in question, of course it was. He couldn’t ask you what he wanted. There were so many complications, so many legal disadvantages for you both, so many potential dangers for you. So this, this gesture of faith and trust, a gesture of sharing his life’s work, a significant, if not the most important, moment so far, was just an easier way to ask you. And he stood there, terrified, no longer able to hold up the facade of egomaniac. Because your answer to this question was going to be your answer to any other question he might plan on asking you. And he needed the correct answer.

“Eddie… I…”

It was still a lot of pressure. Even on its own, the thought of being the one to push the button was stressful, but this was such a loaded question, with so many layers. It was asking you if you agreed to what your future would be.

This was it though. This was your forever. The most forever you could have with Eddie. And it was perfect.

“Yeah. Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes!”

Eddie’s arms were around you quickly, his heart beating hard enough that you could feel it against your chest. His entire world was hanging in the balance, his every want and desire, for weeks now, and he had finally found some relief, evident by the way he had begun peppering your neck and shoulder with warm kisses as he kept you in his embrace.

He stood back eventually, keeping his hands on your hips and turning you towards the control panel.

“Ok… let’s do this then. For better or for worse.”

His fingers tensed on your waist, his breath still, holding it in anticipation as you hovered over it, dreamily romanticising it in your head.

“Do you take this criminal to be your unlawfully committed partner, your entire future, your everything?”

As you pushed down the smooth plastic of the button, you could hear gears beginning to grind, an ethereal green light, almost Eddie’s signature now, shining in the rooms below you as flooring shifted and the walls rumbled.

“I do.”

Eddie interrupted the thought, his head against your shoulder as he whispered into your ear.

“And are you ready for a life of crime by my side then, my dear? Is that something you can… do?”

You placed a hand to his cheek, stroking it softly, holding him there as close to you as possible.

“That’s for you to figure out, Eddie. You are a genius after all.”

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kerubimcrepin · 2 days

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Live-Read: The Remington Comic [PART 2]

TOME 11

We go, we steal, we leave… I don't want any trouble, Remington, got it? Wohaa, as if… I'm telling you, we steal Beating Heart and that's it.

The way Luis is drawn in this comic is so cute, sorry...

Very intrigued by the books standing on top of a flowerpot standing on top of a stool, the random kettle on the floor, a blanket half-covering an unidentified fucking object, more books, and what seems to be a bell, or a bottle, standing on the floor.

Kerubim and Atcham seem to have been away for A While. And Joris doesn't like to clean.

Make less noise when you walk. If we wake the guy up, meow to make him think a cat got into the home. Uh uh.

This idea is so stupid for so many reasons, both ones Remington and Grany should know, and ones known only to us... It's kind of admirable.

Also I still can't get over how fucking messy Joris is. Either it's his depression, his ADHD, or Kerubim's Upbringing that made him that way. Man...

Anyway,

Do you remember where it was stored? Don't worry. Here it is!

THE RANDOM ELEPHANT FIGURES?? I bet they're Keke's... Also, once again, many, many books left everywhere. He's insane.

Come here, you. What was that? No idea… You must have moved something that fell.

While I wish it was Luis, it's actually an unrelated monster under Bonta that will be a big problem in the next issue of the comic.

Come on… let's go! Yes… that was indeed the talking bow meow… who was transformed by a certain Ush.

The way he's talking about them here is so science-y. As if whether they would come or not was like an experiment to him. It's so funny.

Also, Pupuce!!!!! My beloved Pupuce. <3

My instincts tell me to go hang out in the slums for a while. If only he could stay there...

LMAOOO.

Once again, I am grateful that Ush's weird and creepy relationship with cats (albeit... sentient cats, at least) was retconned into a more positive one in season 4 of Wakfu. I still think it's fucking weird, but it certainly makes him funnier as a character.

Ush hates Bump, and it's really like... "my noble sentient catfucking (while i myself shapeshift into a cat) vs. your creepy and barbarous panty collecting."

Hello, you may call me Joris, I would like to meet the noble Ush in order to ask him a few questions about a rogue and a bow meow that... Master does not accept visitors. ??

THIS IS SO FUNNY. THE WAY HE INTRODUCED HIMSELF?? The way this guy closed the door. God...

Also, his cunty little hand on chest thing.... I CAN'T.

Mhh, very well… Let's see. Mhm... If anyone knows where the beating heart is, then that person is here. YYAAAAHH!

LITTLE GUY!!!!!!!!!!?? YOU SWAG TOO HARD. I CAN'T DO THIS AYMORE. His pure and beautiful whimsy... He's so happy to be running... Like a gazelle.

YAAH AH AH!! Anyone? And who're you? We're prisoners… Get us out of here, I beg you. D'you know a rogue and his bow meow brother?

Y'know, this page does haunt me a little. Because he's so, so informal here — and kind of insane too. HE BRINGS OVER A STOOL TO TALK TO TWO PEOPLE ACTIVELY BLEEDING OUT, JUST TO TALK TO THEM WHILE MAKING EYE CONTACT. After that, no vous/vous for them, and when they ask for help, he's like "yeah no, first tell me — do you know that guy who wronged me?"

I'm obsessed with him.

Do I know them? Of course, I know them. You could even say I'm here because of them. They talked about Ush, that's why I came. You get us out of here, and we'll help you find them. Oki-doki... cross my heart! But you'll have to find the key to open it. A key? To close things it might be necessary, yes, but not to open. You're small but mighty, I say!

While I think Joris is a good person and would have helped them even if they knew nothing, I do think that asking about Remington before he freed them was a way of subtly suggesting they help him in return.

Love the way he says "oki-doki"... this 600yo man and his multitudes...

Also, Joris can bend metal. Now imagine him chained up and just... casually breaking the chains, once he's done pretending to be trapped. No wonder Ush needed dragon slobber to restrain him.

He's a bit shaken up, but he should be fine… Stop that… I'm going to puke.

Beautiful.

This reaction Ush has to this huge-ass thing goes out to the Ush fans among my readers.

#remicomic #ro liveblogs dofus #krosmoz #dofus #wakfu #joris jurgen

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secretwhumplair · 2 days

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The Outpost

633 words | The black prince [WT] (sequel to It's night and they escape and head for the border)

Content | Multiple whumpees, broken bones, fear, implied/mentioned: starvation, slavery, war themes

Notes | Hooray! They made it! Right.

Why am I struggling so much with titling right now sdkfaskf it's bad enough I have to name all these characters and places

Elgar had underestimated how exhausting it would be, for both of them, to stay on a horse for hours. He hadn’t even managed to get the animal to pick up a trot, but even so, he worried his companion might fall off any minute, their frail body slumped against his.

The first light of dawn was creeping over the horizon, stealing through the forest where they were following a path narrow enough it might have been trodden into the ground by wild animals only. Elgar had no idea whether the wretch knew where they were going. They only reached out to weakly tap his leg when the horse slowed down, even though Elgar himself barely had the strength anymore to encourage it forward. By now it had stopped more than once to nibble at some herbs by the wayside.

But then, the forest suddenly retreated, revealing a large clearing, and at the center of it what was clearly a fortified outpost of the Ochurian military.

Elgar’s heart sank when he saw it. The wretch might find help here—and he was glad, he was—but he? His insides squirmed. A part of him was utterly convinced he had merely exchanged one cruel master for another.

But then, if so, what difference did it really make? At least the wretch would be safe. Wouldn’t they?

When they approached, a guard called out to them in Ochurian. Elgar didn’t understand a word of it, but their rough, hostile tone was enough to make him want to cower—not that he could.

The wretch stopped the horse, or let it stop. Elgar wished they could have gone a little closer, so the soldiers could see the deplorable state they were in and perhaps take pity, or at any rate recognize the wretch as one of their own at least by ancestry.

Elgar could only reply in the Rekkshuran he had picked up during his captivity and hope that a military man so close to the border would understand at least a few words. »We come as refugees. My companion is of your people. They need a medic,« he added without much hope. »Please.«

There was some commotion, then quiet that stretched uncomfortably long. Elgar noticed he could barely feel his feet or hands after travelling through the cold night. The wretch was so immobile they might as well have died right there before him.

Finally, the gate opened. »Come,« someone called in heavily accented Rekkshuran.

Elgar cued the horse forward with all the strength he had left, and they managed to get through the gate, where a number of curious soldiers was awaiting them. Many of them gave him hostile looks, just like he had expected. There was a knot in his throat. He thought of the wretch’s hands closing in the dark of the stable: I’ll protect you. But they couldn’t speak. They could hardly move any more by the looks of it.

Now, though, they managed to raise their head and meet the eyes the unamused man approaching them—the resident big cheese by the way he, and the soldiers around him, acted.

Elgar would never forget the moment that followed: the way the commander’s face changed from stern mistrust to open dismay.

He rushed to the side of the horse. »Your Highness… my Prince.«

Elgar could only stare as the word echoed through his suddenly empty head. Prince prince prince. The poor soul he had seen as equal to his own miserable state, had casually taken by the hand, had sought to soothe with what now seemed like the most condescending phrases… a prince.

A whole new fear bubbled up in his throat like acid.

The wretch—prince—merely fell off the horse, and was caught securely in the arms of the commander.

#whump #whump writing #multiple whumpees #the black prince is apparently a tag that already exists #elgar #my writing

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awritersbro · 3 days

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this came to me while i was trying to fall asleep yesterday. I don't know how to end it and i have no idea if it's funny or not.

"Do you agree that the white race is superior to all other races?"

"What's that?"

"What do you mean 'what's that?'"

"I mean I've heard of the five mile race and the ten mile race and the hundred yard race, but i've never heard of--"

"Now listen here, I'm talking about races of people, if you can even call some of them that"

"So am I! You ever seen a horse win a gold medal for running a hundred yards in ten seconds?"

"Fine, let me rephrase the question to something that's on more of your intelligence level: are white people the superior race?"

"Oh! Now that's something else entirely. What are white people?"

"What."

"I'm asking a perfectly reasonable follow-up question, you can't just foist a new kind of person on someone and not expect him to ask follow-up questions."

"They're... they're WHITE people! Like you! Like me! Like... Look at the color of your skin, man!"

*holds his hand up against a white sheet of paper* "i don't know, i think my skin looks sorta like a pinkish pale sandy color..."

"Do you think we're the best race or not?"

"Well i don't KNOW yet, I've only just heard about it, now haven't I? Who's winning?"

*spoken like he knows he's going to regret asking but nonetheless needs to ask* "Who's... winning... what?"

"The race! Who's winning?"

"You're asking me who's winning... the white race."

"Well, yes. I'd like to know all i can about it before i decide whether or not i like it better than the 4x100 relay, and you're the only person i know who's in it. What type of race is it? Is it a relay, or is it every man for himself? Does it have many hurdles? I don't like the ones with hurdles, it makes me worry that one of the racers are going to trip and fall."

"It's. Not. That. Kind. Of. Race."

"Oh, good. No hurdles are a big point in It's favor."

*the agent growls in frustration.*

#my writing #Feedback wouldn't be unappreciated in this case

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zackcollins · 1 year

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Screaming at the username of the Reaper from the game I just played

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kayvsworld · 4 months

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sorry to be doing mcu throwback complaints again and EXTRA sorry for it to be about cacw and aou, sorry, i just am thinking again that if marvel had. in aou. committed to letting steve rogers see that captain america graffiti calling him a fascist with his own two eyes i would have forgiven many of their subsequent deeds and crimes

#like hey. hey shh. cacw but they engage with the politics of it and also have in a previous movie made him look at that graffiti. chefs kiss #WHAT IF THEY LET HIM MAKE A SPEECH. CACW BUT IF THEY LET STEVE TALK. UTOPIAN #i know asking that of mcu is like asking a toddler to build you a house but its just SO INTERESTING. TO ME #THAT IT WAS MADE AND FILMED AND THEN SCRAPPED #that they had steve's reaction be to just remove the helmet identifying him with that symbol and Continuing On #it's just interesting is all i am saying it's Interesting #note: i am obviously not saying steve's a fascist i just think it would be INTERESTING for Little Guy Of WW2 Fame to see it with his eyes #maybe i'm just still mad that my captain america press conference was stolen and turned into a peggy funeral idk. sigh #i'm done i'm done i promise. i don't have fatws open in another tab letting it microwave my brain. dont worry #kayvswords #mcu desperately trying to tell stories without telling an actual story is so genuinely fascinating to me #they want the themes and aesthetics without the substance but like. it's a story. it'll say something whether you want it to or not #idk idk idk. fatws is also i think peak mcu politics it's very funny. fascinating company. theyre so bad at movie #WHY DID CACW HAPPEN LIKE THAT. WHO THOUGHT IT WAS SMART. christ god #i feel like i should tag this as something so i don't get jumped but idk if that's still the vibe here kfdjglkjdfh

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scruboaks · 2 months

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#sleepy lights #dear sweet anon in my inbox: thank you for your kind message <3 #i think i've posted this one before on bogsleep but i can't find it - i think it was a long time ago so i'll post it again here. why not.#i am debating whether i want to reblog some of those old photos i originally posted on bogsleep over here #or just post them fresh and not worry about what i have and haven't already posted there. i don't keep track very well.#my photos #original photography #night photography #colorado #highway

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dawntheduckrb · 5 months

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I'll stop posting wips eventually but it's been five days since I've said anything and I don't want anyone to think I'm dead/dying/stuck in a ditch and withering away, so here's 10% of the reason I disappeared (the duck is stuck in rendering hell) (and my little baby laptop is screaming at me every time I open up this file)

I might still be mostly lurking for a little bit so please be patient with me in the meantime 🙏🙏