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roturo · 1 year

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hellooo can u do actor!chishiya x actress!reader where it's their first time acting w eo in a movie and they already have an nsfw scene or sumn and fans just went crazy bcs its rumored they kinda hate each other 😳 (they actually don't tho they just have this RAGING SEXUAL TENSION)

CINEMA

“I bring the pop to the cinema.

You pop when we get intimate”

CHISHIYA X FEM!READER

WARNINGS: NSFW. (NO SMUT)

PT2

(I’m thinking of doing a part 2 thats like when the movie comes out and they have an interview and they just ykyk, but idk, maybe if this gets support, I really like this idea 😭, Hope you like it! 💘)

(Y/N) (L/N) does not fuck around with co-stars. Ever since you started acting at the young age of eight, you were always told by your mom, manager, and others in the industry to avoid casual, co-star related hook ups. Yeah, you had some crushes here and there when you were a teenager, but you stayed loyal to your vow. They remain as good friends, nothing more.

You were amazing, you had a glorious career. Not getting into any scandal, problems, etc. You decided to take the easy route and avoid getting in to a relationship.

Now, It was the first day of shooting from the new movie you’re staring. You were really relaxed actually. Most of the times you don’t know with who you’re acting with since you met them the same first day of shooting.

They just had finished doing your hair and makeup when the movie director comes in.

“Miss y/n, my dear y/n! Good morning everybody!” He said to everybody in the room. “I have some great news for you!” Am I getting another role for your next movie? omgomg

“It’s time for you to meet your romantic interest in this movie” Oh. That…

He gave you playful smile like if it’s like he’s playing something, then he clapped his hands creating some tension. “Everyone, meet Mr.Shuntaro!”

No way.

Chishiya Shuntaro?!?!?!

You didn’t even realized you said that aloud until you saw a very schoked Chishiya too.

Shit.

I mean, like there’s nothing wrong working with The Chishiya Shuntaro y’know?… only that there’s a lot of “beef” between the both of you. Or that’s what fans like to call it. And don’t get me wrong! There’s nothing going on with both of you….

Well… maybe fans believed both of you hate eachother since in an awards event, the two of you were sat together and you couldn’t stop looking at him. It got you so nervous being next to another co-star and having some dating rumors with them. So most of the time you gave him that ‘ew’ look. But in your defense, it’s better having beef with some co-star rather than a dating rumor!

But let’s be real… you were just masking your eyes full of lust for him just to prevent any scandal.

And now?! Having him in this movie that’s not really family friendly has you questioning your decisions.

Should you cancel this? Tell them to find another actress? Your manager told you to be the most far away from him. Did he agree to this?!!! Oh this mother-

“Ms. Y/N, it’s time to start recording.”

“Oh yeah.. thank you.”

And it even seems funny to him too! “We need to break the ice between the both of you! What about we start with the spicy scenes?” He said.

‘Wi niid ti briek thi ice bitien thi ti if you’ kill yourself.

It was CLEAR, you didn’t wanted to do this first, and mostly because it’s your first time acting together but not your first time being together at the same place. And that one time clearly didn’t go well.

So…

Why the hell is my manager okay with this?!

You weren’t nervous because you clearly had a crush on him, oh nonono, you couldn’t let yourself to that risk, but it was because….

because…?

Doesn’t matters. You have to do this. It’s your job y/n, take a big breath and….

Oh shit, he doesn’t has a shirt on?!

You couldn’t believe this is really happening.

This scene consists of both of you making out. This isn’t too hard right? It’s not the first time I do it. It’s okay, relax.

You placed your legs on each side of him, you had to straddle him.. ride him. shut the fuck up. Nothing wrong with it.

This part of the movie both of you were in the same bedroom. “Alone” Yeah… bullshit. There’s like 4 camaras around us.

“And… ACTION!” Fuck. The director exclaimed. Now all eyes were on both of you. You were tense. You slowly cupped his cheek with your hand and started kissing him, he followed your way. You’re doing good right? Yes! Maybe we could just finish it in one take and-

Shit.

“CUT! This looks like some elementary kids kissing for the first time, put some passion! more sexiness y’know, let it go” Yeah, yeah he’s right! It’s not like you’re on top of him IN UNDERWEAR, and he’s almost naked with just some briefs that are barely hanging on his waist! Let’s put some passion in it!

“Okay… SCENE 13, TAKE TWO, ACTION!” You were about to cup his cheek again when he suddenly grabbed you by the waist and started kissing you. You let him take control and play with your lips all like he wanted, you couldn’t move yourself, you were FREEZED. He slightly started moving you with his hands for you to straddle him, he left a small groan, hopefully it’s part of his act, and you couldn’t stop yourself from leaving a small moan that sounded more like a sigh. Shit. This is not part of the act.

“CUT!” WHAT?! WHATS WRONG NOW?!

“Y/N, please relax a little, he looked like he’s making out with a mannequin. C’mon, let’s do it again. SCENE 13, TAKE THREE, AND ACTION!”

Okay… Relax.

This time, you were the one who started kissing Chishiya roughly, he left a small whimper at that sudden action, but continued with it. Both of you were kissing eachother like beasts. You couldn’t stop yourself from moving up and down in top of him. This feels so good. You left a moan that was quickly shut down by his kisses.

“AND…. CUT! That was amazing see! I knew both of you would be perfect for this role, it’s like you guys were made for it! I’m really hop-“

You stopped listening to the director, when you locked eyes with Chishiya. They were so beautiful. He’s really beautiful.

He breaks the eye contact when he looks down at both of you, he suddenly chuckled and that made you look.

Oh shit. You were so fucked.

He was hard and his briefs now had a dark stain of your juices, this is so embarrassing! You looked at him with red ears and pink cheeks mumbling a sorry..

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, I mean, that stain it’s not only yours y’know?” He said getting your chin up with one of his hands while the other covers you up with the blanket from the bed.

Okay, that made you laugh and relax a little..

Both of you locked eyes again.

It feels so right to me.

“If you’re getting yourself wet for me… I guess you’re all mine now.”

Oh you were so fucked.

And i’m so sorry if this is short her than the others 😭, rn there’s a lot going on and my schedule is really messy rn. I was literally writing this at the hospital and later at the gym LMFAOSOSO

#chishiya smut #chishiya x reader #aib chishiya #chishiya shuntaro #chishiya angst #alice in boderland x reader #aib season 2 #alice in borderland #aib #kuina alice in borderland #chishiya alice in borderland #alice in borderland x reader #aib arisu #arisu smut #requests open #request

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strkyoo · 7 months

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i love the way you write lynette! she's so cutie patootie and huggable :)

since the request is still open, can i request freminet x male reader? where reader is reviewing an album photo of freminet and his siblings when they're still young. freminet became all embarrassed by your praises, like "you're so cute in this photo" or anything like that. it can be drabble or oneshot, i don't mind, pls take your time <3

✦ 彡 CHILDHOOD MEMORIES

pairing ; freminet x male!reader — fluff !

in which ; freminet and you accidentally find his old photo album, and the two of you decide to look at it.

warnings ; established relationship, energetic reader?, nicknames (fremi — freminet receiving), many compliments and teasing from reader bc they cherish fremi with all of their soul (relatable), flushy fremi, tooth rotting fluff bc AUGH i love this boy so SO muhc — wc ; 773

a/n ; a freminet x male reader?? HELLO???? dont mind if i do 🙏🙏‼️ though i think this is more leaned to gn side so hope you dont mind :3

〉MASTERLIST〈

today is indeed a lovely day, where you’re just chilling in freminet’s quiet, penguin-themed room. since the twins are out of the house for their magic performance, the two of you can do anything without being disturbed and teased by the twins.

it was really fun— you played with freminet for hours in his bedroom, from card games like uno to role playing with his penguin plushie, pers. until you saw something strange poked out from his drawer. something like… an album photo?

you walked toward the album photo and took it with a curious grin, walking back to his bed and holding the book tightly in your arms— just in case freminet wanted to take the book from you. but instead of trying to take the book or plead to you, he silently observed the old book in your arms. as if he wanted to see the book containing his childhood photos too!

you flipped the first page, and there was a quite old photo (based on the texture and quality) of freminet in his baby form. hugging his beloved penguin plushie, pers, so tightly. he looked kinda funny too.

“you’re so cute!!” you exclaimed, looking at the baby photo of him and his current self repeatedly. “see how much you’ve changed, fremi!” you added with a genuine smile, pressing your nose against his squishy cheeks, intentionally kissed it too.

“... i looked goofy.” he suddenly added, his voice still monotone, but you can sense a hint of shyness in it. he was being so straightforward... “pfft—! well, baby photos are always goofy and weird, but you looked cuter here!”

freminet couldn’t help but smile as well at your compliment, as he kept observing his baby form while waiting for you to flip to another page.

the next page, there is a photo of freminet reaching the age of five and getting a penguin pajamas as a gift from the twins. gosh, he looked so happy— that big, innocent smile brings a smile to you too!

“ah, i remembered that pajama. ever since lyney and lynette gave it to me on my birthday, i never even want to change my clothes. i insisted on wearing it all the time,” he admitted with a sheepish chuckle, pointing at the penguin pajamas.

you squealed because you were melted by the photo, swinging your legs excitedly. “archons, fremi! why are you so cute?!” you asked with a hint of aggressive affection, making freminet a little surprised. were his old photos that cute? it wasn’t even close to good… he thought.

after a few minutes of trying to calm down, you flipped to the next page, revealing the younger freminet hugging his penguin plushie while sleeping so serenely. and he looked so pretty too…

“i don’t remember this photo.” freminet said quietly, observing his younger sleeping self. “did lyney take it without my knowledge?” he asked again, quietly, as if he was asking himself.

“why are you suddenly whispering?” you suddenly asked, accidentally breaking the silence and cracking a smile. “oh, uh—”

“i just didn’t want to wake him up.” he joked while pointing at his younger self in the picture, making you laugh a little and nudging his shoulder playfully. “are you always like this? lookin’ so pretty when you were asleep?”

“s-stop…” he mumbled, clearly getting overwhelmed by each of your compliments. “don’t ‘s-stop’ me! just admit that you’re not just a pretty crier, but a pretty sleeper too!”

as time goes by, you spend hours looking at the childhood album photo with your boyfriend. you couldn’t stop squealing and showering him with so much affection and kisses, and it made him blush hard for the rest of the day. it’s not your fault that he’s so goddamn adorable.

another note ; IM BACK!! omg finally WUAUAUUA it took so long to write this smh…. i miss writinf so much.. kinda fell in love with this new theme ngl

likes, comments & reblogs are appreciated ! ♡

— © strkyoo, 2023.

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anime-owo-kage-san · 1 month

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Please, let me indulge in these thoughts for a while.

But, what if Charlie thinks of writing a play for the hotel to perform? Maybe a play about redemption, and within the play has a sinner transform into an angel after getting redeemed.

At first she asks Vaggie to play the sinner to angel part, because she already has angel wings. But, Vaggie insists maybe Angel Dust should play the role, since he’s the hotel’s first (and only, if we’re talking ‘post-canon’) guest.

Charlie over excitedly agrees, before Angel could even have his say and starts sketching out his ‘angel costume’.

Angel Dust doesn’t know why, but one look at the costume design made him feel a little self-conscious. Which is weird because he never gets self-conscious! (Unless it comes to his feet.)

But then again, after all the sexy, skimpy and lacey clothes he’s worn, wearing an angel costume that Charlie designed to be so flowy and stereotypically pure white (an exaggeration to what the angels they’ve seen actually wore) and the fluffy wings—made him strangely… ‘undeserving’ of the role.

The idea of wearing this on stage, in front of everyone, after being known as a pornstar all his afterlife, makes him feel like he’ll just be mocked from the irony.

Phone Call Scenario In My Head:

Angel: *just finished a porno shoot and in the middle of putting on his robe*

*phone starts ringing on a desk away from him*

Random guy: “Uh, Angel… Your phone’s ringing…”

Angel: “Put it on speaker, for me. It’s probably just Cherri again.” *still tying his robe*

Random guy: *picks up phone and puts it on speaker*

(Through the phone) Charlie: “ANGEEEL!!!”

Angel: *turns his head* Charlie…?

Valentino: *eyes narrowed, bc he’s still pissed about last time*

Charlie: “I’m. So. FUCKING EXCITED FOR THE SHOW TONIGHT! You’ll be on time for rehearsal, right? You’re the STAR after all!” *squeals*

Angel: *suddenly remembers the show and his face slowly turns pink* “U-Uh yeah…. Don’t worry, I-I just finished up work… I’ll be there….”

Valentino: *raises his brow at Angel* “Show…?”

Charlie: “Okay! Oooh! I can’t wait to see you in the costume! It’s finally finished! Please, come back as soon as possible so we can see how it looks on you!” *definitely jumping up and down on the other side*

Angel: *tries to hide how weirdly shy he feels* “Pssh! Doll face, I’ll look good in anything! I…. I’ll be there…”

Charlie: “Okay! See you later!”

(Call ends)

Valentino: *makes his way to Angel while smirking* “Well! It looks like this hotel you’re staying at isn’t as ‘clean’ as the princess, makes it sound.”

Angel: *looks at him confused* “The fuck are you talkin’ about?”

Valentino: “Oh, you know… That flustered look on your face, says it all! You’re not one to be embarrassed though, amorcito. Pray tell, how sexy is this costume of yours, that even you couldn’t help but flush?”

Angel: *only half paying attention, still thinking about the costume and embarrassed* “It’s…. not, anything like that. Look, I’m done with work. I’m just gonna go.”

Angel: *grabs his phone and leaves before Val can say anything*

Valentino: “Dumb whore. Performing shows somewhere else.”

So, sinners come to watch the show, after seeing Alastor’s advertisement of it —Which didn’t give anyone much context. All they knew was that Angel Dust was performing a show at the hotel, and the show was free!

Valentino shows up just to be a ‘porn critic’, because like everyone else, he still thinks it that type of show.

Angel Dust, who was peaking at the audience backstage gets more nervous, and hides in the dressing room. He was already wearing the costume, but he doesn’t want anyone to see him wearing it.

Sprinkle some Huskerdust into this; Husk is the one who convinces Angel to come out, and build his confidence back up. (Maybe some cheesy, wholesome words about how despite being in hell, he’s “Hell’s only angel, for him —didn’t think this far).

Angel: *peaks his head out the door* “What about Flat Tits?”

Husk: “That doesn’t count. She was from heaven. So for me, you are hell’s angel…”

Angel: “What about Charlie’s da—”

Husk: “Christ! Would you get out here already. Before I stop attempting to compliment you.”

Angel: *laughs lightly* “Yeah, okay. Sorry…”

And the show goes on. Sure, just like Angel expected, the majority of the audience were commenting on the choice of his role. But, he didn’t care anymore. Whenever he looks to the side and sees Husk giving him a supportive smile, he regains confidence and continues on with the play.

#hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #vaggie #angel dust #husk #huskerdust #husk x angel dust #angel dust dressed as an angel

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moralesmilesanhour · 5 months

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mad props! 04

summary: in the week leading up to the show, your grades begin to slip. whatever will you do... word count: 1820 a/n: hiii i rlly enjoyed writing this chapter bc some of the stuff in here has definitely happened to me lmao. if you feel up to it, reblog and tell me what your favorite song from any musical is in the tags! songs mentioned: 'Chip On My Shoulder' - Legally Blonde the Musical (Original Broadway Cast Recording) prev next

“Max, you’re a little flat, hun.”

The choir director pulled her shawl tightly around her as Max–the chosen casting for Emmett Forrest–ran through some of his sung lines for ‘Chip On My Shoulder’.

The brown-skinned, dark-haired boy was an excellent actor; he breathed life into the words on the script and delivered them with all the earnestness and humor required to play Emmett. Hell, he even improvised his own jokes.

But he couldn’t hold a note to save his life.

For some lines, Max could get away with half-singing, half-talking, but he was practically tone-deaf once the song got more involved. The choir director–Ms. Johnson–had to be called in to help get him somewhere that was at least within the ballpark of the correct pitch. His high notes remained painful to all present in the room, no matter what she did.

You huffed from your spot on the fake park bench, resisting the urge to scratch your scalp beneath the itchy wig. Everyone had heard the exact melody on the piano by now. Hear it, sing it. Like Spanish vocabulary, you couldn’t comprehend how people got that sort of thing wrong.

Harmonizing with Max went about as expected; you lost your place several times because of the distracting dissonance between your voice and his, like hearing a parrot and an eagle squawk at the same time.

Regardless, it was too late to recast Max now. He had a leading role with too many songs and lines to memorize.

“Alright, take five!” the director yelled with a clap of her hands.

A collective sigh could be heard as students dispersed for their well-earned water and bathroom breaks, the tension in the air dissipating. You stepped carefully off of the stage, when you heard a snicker in your direction.

Miles was in the middle of painting a cardboard sorority building in an obnoxious shade of hot pink, shaded with strokes of fuchsia and cyan that managed to work together somehow. You frowned at the fact that you couldn’t say anything bad about it.

The boy struggled to hold back a laugh, looking up as you stood over him with crossed arms.

“Something funny?”

Miles stood to meet your eyes, carelessly wiping bits of paint onto his pants.

“That frumpy-ass 613 wig you got on, for one,” he replied with a teasing grin. “Are you gonna wear that for the actual show?”

You rolled your eyes.

“No, for your information, I’m not. This is a placeholder wig,” you ripped it off of your head for emphasis. “Why are you even here, anyway? Don’t you got posters to make?”

In actuality, you knew about the art club lending some of its members to paint sets for the show. But you wanted to make sure Miles knew he was unwelcome.

“Just doin’ what I do best,” he shrugged. “You should be grateful for my sacrifice.”

You snorted, “What ‘sacrifice’?”

Miles jabbed his thumb behind him towards the left side of the stage, where Max was going over his lines. “I gotta listen to that nigga sing for over an hour. I’m sacrificing my time and my ears.”

Despite yourself, you laughed brightly at the comment, causing a more genuine smile to spread across Miles’ face. You looked pretty when you laughed.

“Oh my god, he sucks, right? Spent the whole damn song looking for the note.”

“Too late to replace him now, though. Show’s in two weeks.”

You nodded.

There was a brief pause before Miles asked, “So what made you sign up for theater? I was kinda surprised to see you on a stage.”

You gave him a wary look. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing,” he raised both hands in defense, “You just seemed like more of the quiet type, that’s all.”

I signed up to avoid you, you thought, but didn’t say aloud; That would’ve given him the satisfaction of knowing that you thought about him that much.

Instead, you answered, “I used to do theater at my old school. Got the lead part most of the time, if you can believe it.”

There was an arrogance in your voice as you said that last bit that soured Miles’ expression.

“I believe you, no need to convince me,” he said flatly. “Legally Blonde’s an interesting choice, though.”

You shrugged, “The part really lets me show my voice off, so...”

“Showin’ off,” Miles muttered beneath his breath, “Sounds like you.”

“Excuse me?”

Before you could start to argue, his eyes went wide, like he’d just heard a noise that no one else could hear.

“It was really nice talking to you, Y/N, but I gotta go,” he said, spinning on his heel and bolting towards the auditorium door. “Watch my stuff for me!”

Your jaw dropped in offense. Was he allowed to just bail on a club activity like that? And with the gall to ask you to watch his things for him. You totally did, though.

Once you got home, your feet throbbed and your muscles ached from all of the choreography. You were just barely out of your school uniform when you decided to lie down for a quick nap. Or what you thought was a ‘quick nap’.

The blaring of your alarm made your heart jump as your eyes flew open, half of your face damp with drool. The early morning washed over your room in a pale blue shade, and the sight would’ve relaxed you if not for the sudden realization that you weren’t in your pajamas.

You shot up, wiping the side of your face with your sleeve. Your Spanish and AP Physics notebooks were still strewn across your bed, along with several worksheets that had remained blank. Unfinished.

…Oh no.

Your heart was practically in your throat when you explained to Mr. Sanchez why you didn’t have any homework for him to collect.

The man noticed your glassy eyes, and held up a reassuring hand in the middle of your frantic explanation.

“That’s fine, it happens,” he said gently, “Just bring in the missing work tomorrow, and it’ll only be ten points off. Don’t make it a habit.”

He adjusted his glasses, and returned to grading the pile of worksheets on his desk as you trudged back to your desk, a pit forming in your stomach over those precious ten points.

“You good?” Miles asked as you sat down, concern coloring his features. He ran a finger over a small band-aid on his right temple. “You look like you’re about to cry.”

You buried your face in your arms on the desk.

“Nunya.”

He sighed, “I dunno why I even asked.”

Unfortunately for both you and Mr. Sanchez, missing assignments did, in fact, become a habit.

You began to spend more time lingering in the auditorium after everyone had left, practicing your line delivery. Adding little details, like extra hair flips or twirls. The spirit of Elle Woods had practically taken over your body.

You got home later and later into the evening, sometimes flopping down onto your bed and falling asleep before your head could even hit the pillow. This new ‘habit’ had you scribbling down vocab words and formulas in a frenzy, balancing your notebook on your lap on the bumpy bus ride to school. The flashcards that you had made for Mr. Sanchez’s class were now sitting untouched at the bottom of your bag.

By Friday, it landed you in front of his desk for office hours after you received your very first ‘F’.

“As you’ve probably noticed, Y/N, your grades have fallen a significant amount in a very short period of time, and I’m a little concerned,” Sanchez slid your weekly grade report towards you and placed his finger on your Spanish grade. “What’s going on? This is very unusual for a student like you.”

Your sweaty fingers clutched the sides of your seat as you stared down at the report. How did you let it get this bad? Elle Woods would never.

“I-I just…”

You shook your head. “I’ve just been busy with extracurriculars and stuff, so assignments slip my mind sometimes.”

“You’re having trouble balancing them with your schoolwork?”

“Yeah, basically,” you leaned forward, looking desperate. “Can I still re-take that quiz? I didn’t really get to study, and–”

“Oh! That’s actually what I called you in for, one second.”

Sanchez rose from his seat, and made his way over to the door.

“You know about our Study Buddy system, yes?”

You nodded slowly, skeptically. “Am I getting a ‘Study Buddy’?”

“Pre-cisely. Come in!”

He opened the door, and you almost groaned audibly at the lanky figure that appeared at the entrance.

Miles entered with a friendly smile on his face that dropped the second his eyes landed on you.

“Oh. You.”

The Spanish teacher sat back down and gestured towards him.

“Miles here is both a native speaker and beyond proficient in this class. He was so kind as to sign up for the program, so I thought it might be nice to pair him up with someone in the same period.”

Shocked into silence, you were unable to say anything other than a quiet “Okay” as you stared blankly in front of you.

Study buddies. With the guy who didn’t even study. This had to be some kind of sick joke.

“He’ll be giving up a bit of his lunch time to tutor you in my classroom. I’d also highly recommend you two study with each other after school as well, if you can make the time. Sound good?”

“Yes,” you both said in miserable unison.

“Well, that’s all,” Sanchez waved his hand. “You’re both dismissed. Have a lovely weekend!”

“You too!” you smiled tightly as you got up and made a beeline for the door, nearly bumping into Miles as you did so.

Your weekend would be anything but ‘lovely’.

You fixed Miles with a glare as soon as you got out into the hallway.

“I’m not giving up my lunch period for you,” you yell-whispered. “I hope you know that.”

He took a step towards you and fired back, “Neither of us have a choice, your highness. If we’re not both up here during lunch, I get in trouble, and you gotta take the L and fail this class.”

“I’d rather fail, then. I don’t give a fuck.”

“Oh?” he laughed mirthlessly. “You were in tears over a damn ‘89’. Makes no difference to me, but I think you do give a fuck.”

You opened your mouth to shoot back a rebuttal, then closed it. Miles raised an eyebrow.

“I’m lying?”

“...No.”

Miles leaned forward until he was only inches away from your face. “Then cooperate. Or we both lose.”

You sighed in defeat, “Fine.”

He nodded curtly, then left to go grab his things from his locker.

In a forced attempt at courtesy, you called out towards his back, “See you next week–”

“Whatever!”

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#miles morales x reader #miles morales x black!reader #miles morales x fem!reader #atsv x reader #miles morales fic #earth 42 miles x reader #earth 42 miles morales x reader #moralesanhour

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sunaluv · 2 years

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[admit your faults]

in which suna doesn’t realise what he’s done until you’re gone. cw: angst, swearing, suna being an idiot

part 2 here

honestly wrote this bc I'm sick of the angst where you always forgive him likeeee grow a backbone...

suna made a mistake. a huge one.

honestly, looking back, he doesn't know why he found it so difficult to admit his wrongdoings.

the volleyball boys had just secured another win to their endless streak, your boyfriend playing a major role.

the whole journey home had been filled with high spirits and the boys whooped and hollered. sadly, you couldn't make it due to the brutal assignments dumped on you. rintaro will admit, he was upset that you wouldn’t be there and he was in a bit of a slump during the first set, but he quickly got over it.

the bus pulled in, and the boys were getting ready to leave after a short brief from their coach.

“rin!” a feminine voice called to him as he was leaving.

he turned around just in time to see their manager swing her arm around his neck, rubbing his head affectionately.

“well done on the win today! you really stepped up your game.” she teased. “what was up with you during the first half anyways?” her chipper voice held a teasing tone.

“It was nothing, my girl couldn't come to see me is all.” the mention of you made her brows furrow.

“thats a shame,” she was now rubbing his arm affectionately, her face inching towards his.

had someone walked in just then, you wouldn't be surprised if they were together. the tender gazes, the faint blush on the both of them and the closeness of their faces.

“rintaro.” you called from the doorway. the anger in your tone snapped both of them out of their trance and they both turned to you.

he made his way to you, a soft smile on his face, which you didn't bother to return. first sign that he fucked up.

you wouldn’t say your boyfriend was dumb, but he had to be if he couldnt notice his managers obvious advances on him.

“hey baby,” he quickly wrapped an arm around you, lightly pecking your forehead. “lets go?”

you didn't say anything, but allowed him to lead the way.

the sky started to darken by now, and barely anyone remained in the school. the sound of your shoes hitting the dirt path was the only thing heard in the tension filled air.

“whats up with you?”

“are you seriously asking me that right now?” you seethed.

he stopped, seemingly surprised by your tone.

you've told him multiple times that his manager had a massive crush on him. you told him all about how she’s set you up to look bad, how she’s constantly squeezing herself into his dms and the both of you were even there when she admitted she had an infatuation with your boyfriend.

however, he brushed it off telling you you were overreacting and that he'll be more direct with her.

‘be more direct with her’ my ass.

“what did i do?” he seemed oblivious.

“so you’re just gonna let her rub all up on you like that?” there was no stopping you now. “You said you’ll tell her straight up that you dont like her, unless you were lying?”

He turned to stand in front of you, hands grabbing both of your arms. “What are you talking about? Calm down babe”

“dont tell me to calm down,” you shrugged out of his hold, taking a step back “you’re making me look like a fucking idiot, i have everyone telling me my boyfriend is a two timer how do you think that makes me feel.”

like a smack in the face, he winced and retreated a little. “she's just really friendly i don't-”

“my ass,” you stressed. He didn't seem to understand why you were so angry. “you know damn well if i let osamu rub up on me like that, you'd throw a fit.”

“that's different” he seemed to find his voice now. “He clearly has a crush on you.”

oh boy, you could laugh in his face so hard right now.

but you opted for a light chuckle. “listen to yourself. honestly, i cant keep doing this with you, i can't be with someone who makes me feel this pathetic.”

you started to tear up, backing away from him. his mind immediately went to the worst case scenario.

‘nonono don't do this to me, i'll do better!’ is what he wanted to say.

Instead he was silent.

“i'm breaking up with you. do what you want, entertain whoever you please, you’re free from the guilt now assuming you had any”

with that you left, leaving your now ex-boyfriend silently crying in the middle of the school grounds.

#suna x reader #suna angst #haikyuu angst #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x black reader #suna rintaro x reader #suna x you #suna x y/n #suna x reader angst #hq angst #hq x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu

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blitzxiiru · 1 year

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I just found you and I love your posts, if the like/reblog spree was any indication. I was looking through your blog at work and it gave me so much energy.

I wanted to know what you would think of a tmnt/Undertale crossover. I don't know if you even like undertale, but I've been thinking about nonstop since I thought of it. Wether the boys have the game, or they're actually in the universe, I think it would be super cool.

hello!! welcome to my silly blog :) i’m glad my posts helped give you a little energy boost for work, i know how tiring working can be, take care of yourself!

oh man this brings me back to the ABSOLUTE GODDAMN HURRICANE amount of undertale aus back in the day. christ, there was so much and i genuinely couldn’t keep up. practically anything you could think of — like candy, space, swapped roles — there at LEAST one post about it that was mixed and matched with undertale. i left the fandom years ago though, it was getting super toxic atp and i stuck to looking at it from afar

to answer your question — if the boys were to have undertale, it was released in 2015, so they would’ve had the game when they were like 18?? donnie would be scrounging around in the sewers and stumbled upon some thrown away copy of it

raph would defo be the one to instantly start off killing everyone towards the genocide route. laughs maniacally while doing so, and everyone is concerned for his mental well-being

• “bRO WHY’D YOU KILL THE LITTLE FROG DUDE”

• “IT WAS LOOKING AT ME WRONG. IT WAS BEGGING ME TO JUST FUCKING KILL IT”

• “raph, we’re having a therapy session tomorrow.”

mikey would be the complete opposite of raph. he’d be the most pacifist and try to befriend everyone despite the monsters trying to kill him. he was devastated when he couldn’t save asriel. his favourite is undyne

• “KILL HER, MIKEY. KILL THE FISH AND CHEW ON HER BONES AND FLESH”

• “WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU NO???? I WANNA BE HER FRIEND!!”

• “mikey she is literally trying to murder you”

• “I DONT CARE WE CAN BE FRIENDS SHE REMINDS ME OF LEATHERHEAD”

donnie would be the one to try to actually try to get all the endings. doesn’t matter if he has to go genocide or pacifist or neutral, he’s going to get all the damn endings. he secretly enjoys doing the genocide route bc it was a challenge, nothing more! (totally)

• “donnie you’re hogging the game”

• “leave me alone leo i’m currently trying to get the true pacifist ending”

• “i don’t care donnie take a break you’ve been playing for 10 fucking hours”

leo would try his best to be pacifist, but in the end he got the neutral ending because he killed some monsters along the way. he swears it wasn’t his fault — the game activated his fight or flight

• “LEO NOOOOO WHY DID YOU KILL UNDYNE”

• “WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO, NOT FIGHT BACK???? SHE WAS ATTACKING ME”

• “i thought you were being pacifist”

• “I WAS. I WAS TRYING OKAY.”

#I FORGOT TO ADD TAGS #tmnt #tmnt 2012 #teenage mutant ninja turtles #2012 leo #2012 raph #2012 donnie #2012 mikey #undertale ???#blitz talks gibberish #asks

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gengor · 1 year

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So I like bcs and brb a lot but it’s kind of been bothering me that I haven’t seen much talk about this in regards to either show bcs or brb and I’m not the best person to elaborate on this but I do wanna talk about the way the show writes it’s Latino characters and follows up on them in bcs.

I’m not gonna get into all the ways breaking bad uses Mexican culture in offensive ways to show Walter’s dissent into dangerous territory bc im hoping that this is obvious to most people. What I am gonna talk about is the way bcs fails to respond to this criticism in a meaningful way.

So better call saul is a show thats essentially about exploring nature, nurture, and one’s own free will over the person they choose to become. It’s about humanizing Saul into someone we can understand and empathize with. In the time in Jimmy’s life when he was trying to improve as a person he had his brother bait him and manipulate him into committing felonies bc he wanted to feel superior. People in his life drilled it into his brain that he was incapable of being honest so why even bother? The phrase ‘he was born like this’ gets used more than a few times. The show also gives a lot of character work to Mike as well. And although Mike was never painted as malicious he can be incredibly indifferent to the pain of other characters. Bcs let us see emotionally heavy scenes with him where he’s more vulnerable than he ever was in breaking bad. So theres an established pattern of adding more complexity to one of the one-dimensional ‘bad guys’ of breaking bad by making them act differently than how they would in breaking bad. Can you see where I’m going with this?

Rewatching the show after I’d already seen it gave this weird thematic dissonance to way the show reintroduced any Salamanca character. Like as soon as we see Tuco we as the audience are supposed to be in on the joke. Like…Oh, we know that guy already. And of course, the show plays with the audience already knowing Tuco while Saul doesnt to dangle the high stakes of the situation in front of us for drama. Because we as the audience know that Tuco is and probably always was hot-headed and violent to satirical degrees. Other characters even chime in to reiterate that Tuco was always like this. Every single Salamanca family member is treated this way.

And bc of the way bcs is trying to redeem and humanize it’s previously established white characters just makes this kind of even worse than breaking bad to me. Bc people were vocal about how breaking bad employed a lot of anti-Latino tropes within its writing so you'd think that bcs would try and take this opportunity to amend the writing a bit right?

You could argue that this is what Ignacio’s character is supposed to do for the show. He’s a Jessie parallel. He’s not really a bad person he’s just incredibly in over his head. And while I do appreciate his presence in the show and like him I feel like it should have been more than just him.

By far the biggest missed opportunity here to me was the lack of humanization that Lalo got. And I get he’s popular, I feel like that mostly due to how Tony Dalton played him in a very charismatic way. But god he was such a missed opportunity for a thematic follow-through. The way other characters talk about the Salamancas is exactly the kind of predetermination the show is trying to critique with jimmy. When Ignacio is roped into spying on Lalo to aid Gus in killing him he goes in already being incredibly suspicious of Lalo due to his family. He has reason to want this guy to be evil since he’s got to help kill him to save his own skin and his father's. He not only assumes this guy is evil based on his family, he /needs/ Lalo to be irredeemable. Then you're telling me that against all themes and narrative storytelling devices Lalo is just conveniently the guy he assumed he would be. Like, imagine if Lalo got to be a Jimmy parallel, a guy who’s acting out the role people assume he's supposed to fill bc no one thinks he can be anything else. Not humanizing Lalo and ignoring the potential to explore and humanize any other previously established or mentioned latino characters…its like the show is breaking its own thematic statements in order to keep the racism.

#bcs #long post #breaking bad #better call saul #lalo salamanca #ignacio varga #tuco salamanca

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minecraftbookshelf · 11 months

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ok so I know you’re writing and probably already thought of this but I’m case you didn’t: the differences in elven courting rituals and oceanic courting rituals, specifically when it comes to wedding gifts. if you have thought about this feel free to ignore but the way I see it

elves live a while,and probably know about the arranged marriages a decent amount of time before they happen, so in between wedding planning and normal life each half of the marriage is planning some extravagant amazing wedding gift like gardens of gold or giant tapestries and stuff like that

meanwhile ocean/swamp folk who don’t live as long probably have more personal gifts, even in arraigned marriages bc they’re still getting to know each other! but either way the gifts are more personal and specifically tailored to the other half

so keeping track we have Scott, panicking bc he has like zero time to plan a wedding and learn a language and make a wedding gift and so the necessary things for life in however little time he has, Jimmy, panicking bc he doesn’t know anything about scott, no one he knows knows anything about scott, and even when they finally meet scott isn’t exactly an open book! so Jimmy is trying to do the same things as scott (tjough his doesn’t need to be as extravagant) in addition to finding out who the hell he’s getting married to and also ruling a kingdom

AND (you thought I was done NO the adhdemons love this concept and filled the no-box fan void with fictional politics) you have Lizzie, Joel, Xornoth, and Iona, who also had to get gifts for each other

first I need you to know that I saw your url and had the immediate gut reaction of "oh same hat!" XD

Anywho

So courting traditions in general:

I don't have too much set in stone currently, lots of ideas and concepts though, because I'm half shaping the story around it and half shaping it around the story, because writing be like that (rip) but I do have a few things.

Rivendell is basically just Tolkein's elves partly isekai-ed into minecraft, lets be real. So I've yoinked the tradition from there of the bride-to-be's family gifting a jewel (usually of magical or historical or familial importance) to the groom-to-be as a sort of pre-dowry. Only because heteronormativity does not exist here it is usually a mutual exchange of gifts. Tapestries and other labor and skill intensive textile arts also play a role because of the importance of textiles in Rivendell culture (see the ask that I'm answering after this one for more details on that) And there is also just a general idea of "a demonstration of what you are bringing to the table" for the actual wedding exchange. Like the most intense and stressful art show where both your entire extended family and also your significant other/others's extended family will be judging it. (Exact form of art varies depending on the skills and interests of the elf in question; culinary, poetry, musical, metal working...the list goes on)

The Swamp has fewer actual universal traditions. Due to their recent (past few centuries) history they are basically two nations that mixed and mingled and also include a few different diasporas interspersed within them. Jimmy himself tends towards more Oceanic traditions, which include things like feats of bravery and provision. This will go both exactly as well as you think it will and genuinely very well. (Oceanic traditions tend towards dramatic and grand gestures and statements. Ability to protect and provide is a huge thing both in the Ocean and the Swamp.)

Also Jimmy absolutely panics and ends up asking a good dozen random citizens for advice.

You also have the added layer of this specific instance being an arranged marriage (which isn't especially unusual) between two empires (which is wildly unusual at their social level) That custom is, in fact, purely an Oceanic one. (Which is why Joel and Lizzie were the previous example)

Most/all of the other Empires don't tend to intermarry their royals because enough Empires don't use familial succession models that it renders it fairly unstable as an alliance technique. There's more context for the Oceanic take on it but that is a whole nother post/will be in the fics explicitly.

The point of all this is that both parties are kind of stressed and trying to figure out how to compromise/accommodate while not really having a fully applicable framework for this situation (on Rivendell's part.)

Rivendell barely has interacted with the other empires for generations let alone married them.

Xornoth and Iona actually had it fairly easy, outside figuring out how to navigate the religious minefield that is Xornoth's entire existence. It was a very matter of fact, business like courtship that Scott and Iona ran with all the stringent focus of a military operation (which it basically was) and not even Xornoth's tendency towards chaos could really do much in the face of that.

In the context of like, personal gifts Joel and Lizzie actually got off really easy because by the time they got married-married they'd technically been married for several years already.

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p-taryn-dactyl · 2 years

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Re platonic yelena request- would you be comfortable with an ace discussion? Reader asking her about it, realizing they check those boxes yelena is mentioning and reader comes to learn they might be ace too?

a/n: hi!! i am comfortable with this request but thank you for asking <3 I personally fall under the ace umbrella so i tried to use my experience to held with this fic but i hope it doesn’t feel too one sided (like too sex-repulsed or too sex-open, bc ik it varies from ace to ace) word count: 1.2k pairing(s): platonic!yelena x gn! Warning(s): i do not speak for the entire asexual community and my experiences (which this is based on) are not universal; ummm talks of sexuality? Idk if thats a warning or not; sudden sad feelings/topics towards the end

Let’s Talk

You had the question weighing on your mind for a while now, aching for you to ask. Yelena had noticed it as well, your eyes watching her while she sat on the couch, watching a movie. Sighing, she leaned forward to pause the movie, turning to face you. Raising an eyebrow, she spoke.

“Do you need anything, Y/N?” Her tone wasn’t annoyed but you still fidgeted. While you played with the ends of your large sweatshirt, you came over to sit next to her on the couch, your eyes now avoiding her. After a few moments, you mumbled something under your breath, causing your best friend to lean forward.

“What was that? Are you alright, Y/N?” your strange behavior was starting to concern the blonde.

“How did you know you were asexual?”

Your blunt question, yet hesitant, made Yelena blink while leaning back in surprise.

Like the floodgate had been open, questions started spilling from your lips.

“Like what does it feel like? How do you know? Can you just never have sex? Does the ‘down there’ parts not work? Oh and how-”

Yelena held up a hand to pause you, amusement shinning in her eyes.

“Y/N,” she started out slowly, “why do you ask?”

You once more started fiddling with your sleeves.

“Just, uh, curious.”

Yelena looked at you knowingly before opening her hands like she was imitating a book. You looked at her weirdly.

“What are you doing?”

“You asked the questions, I have the answers. This is Yelena’s guide to asexuality and why we could probably take over Denmark but that’s another story.”

You shook your head at your friends antics before pausing.

“Wait, what about Denmark-”

Yelena started talking, her voice taking on a teaching role without being condescending.

“In it’s very basic, shallow, definition, asexuality is the absence of feeling sexual attraction. At least, that’s what the media takes it at face value. It is important to know that being asexual is completely different than being celibate. That is a choice, most of the time, while being asexual isn’t something you wake up one day and decide to be.

Some ace people fall into 3 categories, although to be asexual you don’t need to completely ‘fall’ into these categories, as asexuality isn’t a set concept but rather an umbrella term for many.”

Yelena took a breath before asking you a question.

“Y/N, what do you feel when, say, you’re watching an intimate scene in a show or listening to friends share locker stories?”

After a moment of deliberation, you shrugged.

“I mean, I feel disconnected from it? Like I have no connection at all. I always thought it was because I haven’t had sex yet.”

Yelena nodded before continuing.

“Well, of the three, there’s something called sex-neutral. You don’t feel sexually attracted to people yet you don’t feel a positive or negative reaction towards the idea. Basically, from what I’ve heard, the mentality could be ‘if i have sex, i have sex, but I’m not going to search for it nor do i need it in my life.’ Now you can have those thoughts without being asexual but the key factor is having little to no sexual attraction.

Then there’s sex negative ace people. They typically find sex repulsive and unpalatable. Normally, they don’t find sex morally wrong but the idea to them is extremely disgusting.

On the opposite end is sex positive asexuals. while they don’t feel sexual attraction, they have a typically favorable view of sex. Sometimes they seek out sexual relations even without the attraction being there.”

Yelena stopped for a moment, giving you time to ask questions.

“So, if you are asexual, you’re either sex positive, sex neutral, or sex negative?”

Yelena’s eyes lit up, like she was about to tell you something she was excited about. Holding up a finger dramatically, Yelena stated

“Not necessarily. Remember, Y/N, like all sexuality, to be ace is to be on a spectrum. A lot of asexuals fall into a different part of the spectrum but identify publicly as ace to keep from the constant questions.”

You leaned forward, your elbows resting on your knees which were criss cross. At your interested glint that sparked in your eyes, Yelena leaned forward as well, loosing her teacher voice and talking like an excited school girl.

“Okay so, there’s two asexual spectrums that i feel get overlooked way too much and they are greysexuals and demisexuals. So basically, grey-aces are primarily ‘asexual’, however, they may enjoy sexual behavior under very specific circumstances, or they might experience sexual interest on rare occasions.”

You nodded along to yelena’s words, thoughts running through your mind.

“Demisexuals really will only feel sexual attraction once they have a strong connection to someone. Out of asexual, grey sexual, and Demi sexual, demi’s are most likely to have sex then the others. Now, some people think that if you don’t have sexual attraction, you can’t fall in love. That is completely, utterly, untrue. You can be heteroromantic, homoromantic, polyromantic, biromantic, any other sexuality without feeling sexual attraction or little sexual attraction.”

You looked a little overwhelmed and so Yelena took your hands into hers and raised her eyebrows comfortably.

“Are you alright, Y/N.”

It took you a moment to answer.

“I think, I think I might be asexual but I just-” for some reason, you felt tears well up and sobs form in your chest. You raised your hands in a confused stance, shaking your head as tears fell.

“I don’t know which flavor!”

Yelena snorted at your wording.

“Flavor?”

You huffed and crossed your arms, a funny sight paired with teary eyes.

“English is hard, give me a break.”

Yelena smiled before sighing.

“Y/N, you don’t need to know or to conform to any of the identities I told you about. They’re really just there in case you identify with one and choose to carry that ‘title’. You don’t need to know now or ever. Like all sexuality, this is fluid. You may identify as sex-neutral but over time realize you’re more greysexual. Or, like me, you could just identify as asexual and be completely content with that.”

You smiled back at your friend before a dark thought appeared in your mind. You looked down at your hands before asking the fear that was quickly rising in your mind.

“What if I fall in love but they don’t want to be with me because I’m ace?”

Yelena’s face hardened.

“Then they don’t deserve you. It doesn’t matter if you’re with someone who is sexual, you have a right to your body and identity. No one should ever expect sex, unless that’s what the relationship purely is. You are perfect, Y/N, asexuality and all, and you deserve someone who will respect and adore that.”

You captured Yelena in a tight hug. When you leaned back, you wiped the tears from your face and chuckled.

“I’m sorry for randomly bringing this up. Practically ruined your movie night.”

Yelena let out a faux offended gasp.

“Ruined? Oh, no. It was ruined before because my best friend wasn’t watching with me.”

Playfully, you rolled your eyes, snuggling up with Yelena.

“Whatever. I’ll watch your boring spy movie.”

“Hey! You made me watch your weird llama movie.”

You gasped.

“Excuse me, Emperors New Groove is a cinematic masterpiece.”

A/n: so ik I practically info dumped and went off prompt but i hope you enjoyed this! Thank you for reading! Sorry for the sudden ending though lol

#yelena belova #yelena belova x platonic!reader #yelena belova x reader #yelena x reader #gn!reader #yelena belova x gn!reader #asexual #asexuality #ace price #ace pride #ace #Talks of sexuality

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chayannecraft · 5 months

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hey the last drawing will probably be uploaded tomorrow!! i know you'll understand but i've been very busy today :)

anyway i'm curious about if the other eggs have any sort of role in your au??

OH and if you want to talk abt what chayanne and phil's relationship is like, i've been very curious about that lol bc it seems like phil's both very protective of him and doesn't care about him that much. not saying you haven't thought it out i'm just eager to look more into his character!

Hello!! Yeah no I understand I’ve been super busy too. Finals season and everythang. It’s a curse. Oh my god. (Which is why im so late answering this ask hello omg!!!) But anyways yes hello oh my god questions!!!! 💖💖💖!!!!! YES!!! I WILL ANSWER

The other eggs have very loose roles but they do exist!! They sort of take up the space of the descendants-of-the-champions roles that Sidon and the others fill (although I’m not sure who is who at the moment, would have to think about that a little more!!) (I have no idea what role Tallulah plays, but I think she might be traveling around with Wilbur, more info on that later) but sometimes they’re also just like, normal random kids. They are all friends I promise. I don’t have a lot on them though so this is not that coherent.

CHAYANNE AND PHIL. WOUGH BOY. THIS IS A LONG ONE

You were right in that Phil is very protective of Chayanne!! I think a part of him knew Chayanne was The Chosen Hero, but when faced with the decision to send him off to what very well could have been his sons death, if not horrific trauma he was like um. No lol. Not doing that.

A consequence of the storyline in general is Phil isn’t very mentioned a lot, so it gives off the idea that he’s uncaring towards Chayanne, but I promise you that’s not the case!! (Not to make fun of you or call you out of course). Phil is actually very loving towards his son, and was devastated when he ran away with the Master Sword.

Then (for reasons I haven’t thought up yet) he’s pretty distracted but desperately trying to get his kid back. Until the calamity happens and they fail. Then he’s under the impression his son is just dead and he’s in mourning for the next 100 years (Why is he still alive in 100 years, you ask! Well! I took everything from these kids and I think taking their parents is a little bit too cruel so everybody is blessed by some sort of god that expands their lifespan a couple hundred ok :D!!!)

And then a little bit after botw someone goes to Philza and is like hey. The hero is back. He’s hanging out with Princess Pomme. He looks a lot like the missing hero from 100 years ago. Your son. Might be your son Phil. And Phil basically takes 3 seconds to process this before clawing himself up from his depression and being like OK. WE’RE GONNA GO GET HIM!!! AND IF ANYBODY TRIES TO STOP ME IM MAULING THEM. Of course he gets to hyrule RIGHT as totk plot starts and Chayanne goes missing so kind of an L BUT THEY DO REUNITE!!!

They get their moments. They also get a really tearful reunion where Chayanne is like dad im so sorry for running off oh my god :( I forgot you for a hundred years you must be so upset with me. And Philza is hugging him like oh my god my kid is ok. Oh my god. YOU’RE GROUNDED FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE WHAT THE FUCK. And then just caries him around. And probably has some sort of beef with Missa because that’s Chayanne’s Hyrule-Dad. Meanwhile Pomme stands in the back ready to kill him if he makes one wrong move.

There’s a side story kind of sequel relating to that where Pomme and Chayanne have to grapple with the fact that Chay is also a prince and his dad misses him dearly and wants him to come home but they don’t want to be separated ever for the rest of their lives. Maybe even some parent bonding. Like a little family-person drama to contrast the cursed-destiny-supernatural-calamity drama and probably some Death Family Bonding.

#qsmp botw au #asks #thank you so much medli whenever you send me asks I’m like !!!! ASK FOR ME?? PEOPLE LIKE?? WANT ME TO TALK!:#I LOVE YOUR QUESTIONS ALWAYS #I love Philza in botw au his suffering is never ending #straight up thought his kid was dead. finds put he isnt. hauls ass over there. actually your son is missing again lol #reminds me that I have a bunch of mini qsmp botw aus that branch out. like a ton. some of them are cool (the parents fight to get their #kids back in totk bc they both go missing) and others are #just batshit insane #COUGH COUGH MY PURGATORY AU WHERE CHAY AND POMME JUST.#END UP THERE AND ARE LIKE OH THAT EYE GUY IS CALAMITY?#WE CAN KILL HIM. and then they do. purgatory over everybody go home #but honestly that one is just an excuse for me to do more mini codebreakers who are ride or die for each orher #*other #and just general purgatory and badassery

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tellthatbrokebitch · 1 year

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wip wednesday, a ficlet i just started even though i know next to nothing about d&d and google was being unhelpful and i kinda just decided fuck it, we ball

the premise for the fic is: established byler; mike gets jealous when will flirts with an npc for information during a campaign. smooth!will flirting with a barmaid played by dm!dustin, though this snippet doesn't get into the actual flirting bc i haven't written it yet. mostly it's just dustin and mike arguing lmao

Dustin hesitates, then sighs. “This next part was supposed to be more Lucas-centric, but-”

“Wait, you wrote specialized quests for our individual characters?!” Mike’s livid. “That’s not how campaigns work! You’re supposed to just provide the vague outline and the world-building and gives us free will-”

“Actually, I can do what I want, Mr. Control Freak-”

“It’s no fun if you plan out our actions! That’s our job as players, you can’t-”

“Can we please just get on with it?” Will begs, rubbing at his temple. “Just… tell us the next bit, Dustin.”

Mike sits back in his chair and crosses his arms. He holds back his biting words but can’t hold back his scowl.

“Okay, well, you need information on how to reach the Cave of Terror, so-”

“So we ask around, yeah, we’ve played fucking D&D before, dumbass-”

“OKAY,” Will says, loud enough to drown out Mike and Dustin’s bickering. “Cyon leaves Goldin to look after Olo and makes his way downstairs.”

Immediately Mike drops his crossed arms and whines, “What? Why do I have to babysit Lucas?”

The look of offense on Lucas’ face would be comical if Mike wasn’t already in such a foul mood. “Because I’m dying?!”

“You were lightly stabbed.”

“And poisoned!”

“No one made you mouth off to the sorceress-”

“That was you!”

“Well, you should be better at dodging.”

“OKAY, SHUT UP! So, Cyon goes down to the pub?”

“Yes.”

“Alright, so you reach the pub. There are less people there than when you arrived at the inn earlier in the afternoon - there’s a halfling pair in the corner, a dwarf at the far end of the bar, and a human bard, drinking alone at one of the tables.”

“I’m definitely avoiding the drunk bard.”

Dustin groans. “Oh come on! Drunk people are more likely to give out information!”

“Yeah, and even more likely to spend the next hour singing. I saw you carry in your guitar, Dustin, I’m not stupid.”

Lucas collapses into breathless laughter and Mike couldn’t keep the dopey grin off his face if he tried. God, he loved it when his boyfriend got snarky.

“Son of a bitch. Alright, fine. You’re shortening the campaign by at least two hours, but fine.”

“Genuinely yikes. Okay, is there anyone else?”

“A human barmaid.”

Will tilts his head to the side, a thoughtful look settling over his face as he considers his options. Finally, he nods. “Cyon approaches the bar, makes eye contact with her, and asks, ‘Excuse me, could I trouble you for some Elven wine? If you have it, of course.’” He’d decided on a deeper voice for his half-Elf character - a bit of an odd choice, but one that Mike definitely enjoyed, as it sank his boyfriend’s already pleasantly-deep voice down into a lower register. It was masculine and distracting and the sound of it sent delicious tingles down Mike’s spine. He shivers a bit in his seat, and Will shoots him a knowing smirk and a wink that makes Mike blush before returning his attention back to the game.

Dustin relaxes a bit, settling more comfortably in his chair as he slips into the role. “She pours you a tankard and places it on the bar before you with a smile. ‘Certainly. Not many of our usual patrons drink Elven wine, so there’s plenty.’” He adopts a high-pitched voice for the barmaid that sets Lucas off into another fit of giggles.

“Cyon sits down at the bar and smiles back at her. ‘Thank you. I’m afraid my nerves are a bit shot. One of my traveling companions is in bad shape.’”

#tellthatbrookebitch #stranger things #byler #byler fic #wip wednesday #will byers #mike wheeler #dustin henderson #lucas sinclair #ending is abrupt bc that's as far as i got last night #it's 1.4k words so far and nothing has happened. genuinely help #how obvious is it that i am playing fast and loose with the rules of d&d bc i do not know them #also don't laugh at my character names. i used a d&d name generator

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aajjks · 8 months

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bc!jk in bunny!jk body

FETISH?! YOU’RE the one who said my name was tatted on your body!! oh my gosh, OH MY GOSH you really aren’t my bunny koo. ok stay calm—CALM DOWN!! kill me?! i’m not the one who’s trapped in a bunny hybrid’s body!! i’m also not the shit-talking the person who has been feeding you and why you’re still living and breathing. i’d be wise if i were you, bunny. it’s a scary world out there and if you’re smart then you must know how much money one would pay for a rare breed like you. you’re half human and rabbit. if you wanna get kidnapped and sold like a damn pet then you can do so in your OWN body and not as my precious bun. trust me, i really want you to have your body back cause you’re an asshole but in order for that to happen, you gotta help me. now stop being a brat, sit your ass down, and help me.

[mommy? sorry..mommy?]

“Shut up, you didn’t hear that… I don’t have your name tattooed on my body you’re not that special I lied. And you are not my yn as well, you’re uglier. No offence. How old are you again? I Don’t get it why do you look so much like her? She is prettier than you, but I wouldn’t admit that loud to her she doesn’t need to know that of course.. I’m not your bunny, just because I have bunny teeth, it doesn’t mean I’m a fucking rabbit, I’m sure you and your partner are into some kinky weird ass shit, do you guys role-play like bunnies?! Shut up you don’t know anything… what? What did you just say? Sold? I’m a fucking human, it’s not my fault that I’m stuck in your partners body, why does your partner look so much like me minus the tattoos and piercings?? This is so freaky are you a witch? Call me an asshole all you want, I’ve been called worse names and I love it. I guess I am willing to help you because I cannot stay in the body. I am bulkier, hotter and this tail… it’s freaking me out- DID YOU JUST CALL ME A BRAT???! Okay Mother please help me… Oh, I’m so scared I’m shivering, Look! You are so bossy, it’s making me want to puke.”

#ask: bunny!koo #HAHA

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caribbean-ace · 2 years

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Once again i’m here with the latest of Station 6x02 (a bit later than expected bc life gets in the way sometimes) with my thoughts about the episode (i literally just watched it so i think i won’t forget many details as usual spoilers ahead:

Maya and Carina going through a rough time is not even annoying me as much as what the team is treating her. Yes, i love Maya Bishop and yes we’ve already established the whole blackmailing thing was wrong but is she going to be punished forever for that? For wanting her job back? For being ambitious? Are women just supposed to sit back and wait for oportunities to come? That’s not gonna happen, so i still don’t know why they call her ruthless for going at a job she was damn good. Like honestly i’m just so annoyed at it. Like if Andy was able to move on from that, why don’t the others move on too

Beckett, the chief & Sullivan is a thing that sooner or later will come out and will blow up in everyone’s faces and i’m so ready for it. I hate how they will go: oh we’re a family and we stick together and we’ll fight anyone that tries to hurt our family but the same thing does not apply to Maya, go figure. With that being said, i get that Jack needs help and he does but it’s quite difficult to help someone who does not want to change, it takes effort, and it’s hard and painful but it’s worth it.

Which brings me to: Carina i adore you with my soul, and you’re too kind for your own good. Talk to your wife, when you’re home try to figure this out on your own. Not in the middle of the station, not with Jack who already has a lot going on and should be on his way to get help, not with Andy or Ben, with your wife. As much as i love Carina i don’t want to see her in this role of “fixing people” you don’t fix people, they get the help they need and all you can do is support them, it goes for Jack and it goes for Maya, Carina’s character should go beyond the whole “fixing people thing”

I like how Travis is aware of how dangerous politics can be because power corrupts people, he just wants to help and i love him for it. We’ll see how this goes + i just want the team to go back to their old self with the teasing and banter they used to have + it was nice to see Andy defending(ish) Maya like things could have been better but oh well

I hate Beckett and Dixon. No need to elaborate on that one

That last scene got me thinking so much, if you see that without context you’re going to think: wow she’s a bitch for playing with someone’s addiction like it’s nothing but knowing all of it i like the huge scale of a gray area this covers. Beckett dealing with that type of problem doesn’t make me jump up and down since alcoholism is super dangerous but he’s not playing nice either, Maya has always played by the rules and that lead her to her team kinda turning their backs on her (that episode where two black girls where kidnapped) and when she decides she’s gonna ignore that because of the greater good it costs her job so i get how she’s pissed because she was dismissed so hard by everyone, but knowing how addiction hits too close to home for her i don’t think that’s in character for her. I’m interesting to see how this is going to unfold, i enjoy those situations where morality can be put up to test.

Overall drama has been escalating i can only hope the truth comes out because dear lord i am tired of beckett

#station 19 #station 19 spoilers #maya bishop #carina deluca #andy herrera #natasha ross #vic hughes #travis montgomery #ben warren #theo ruiz #shane beckett #jack gibson #robert sullivan #ale watches station 19

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passionesolja · 1 year

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After researching stuff more in-depth and seriously, I do think that flat eartherism is a problem.

Why?

Because it’s anti science. Not in some science as political ideal thing but like science as in “one’s understanding of the world around them”

Science isn’t the absence or destruction of god or spirituality. Science is simply gaining a mechanical understanding of the world you live in.

Demons, angels, god, mystical creatures, psychic energy, etc. none of that it is negated by science Imo because we don’t know everything. We know more than we did but we don’t know everything.

However, you see droves of people getting swept up into flat earth (using this as an umbrella term for a bunch of more fringe beliefs) all because they have knowledge with no understanding.

They’ll say “oh well I think the earth is flat bc you’re telling me that we’re on a spinning ball in space lol” like have you ever been on one of those super spin rides where you spin so fast that you’re stuck to the wall and some people stand on it? Yeah dawg that’s how the earth is.

I have no idea if it’s just a sign of the decline in science or people not understanding basic reality due to everyone’s increasing lack of connection with and understanding of anything short of movies but damn

It’s sad.

Like yes there are things we don’t know but the things we do know play a role in your life, you just haven’t researched it so you don’t know. Thus, you’re being led astray by people who sell you a false narrative.

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hanzajesthanza · 2 years

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the way i think regis could accept and understand angouleme drives me insane like. throughout her whole recounting of her backstory she keeps repeating like ‘well i’m a bastard, i’m nothing, you probably think i’m going to bear a child with birth defects because i use drugs. you prudes, you’re judging me, aren’t you?!’

because he has been through similar things… done similar things… she could be so sure that he isn’t judging her or condemning her . this is a matter of kindred souls. somehow we are the same person existing in separate bodies across separate times

and angouleme comes from this place of utter subservience; she’s never been a child as in being vulnerable, but she’s always been a child as in being underneath someone: her extended family, the priests at the temple ‘orphanage’, nightingale… especially nightingale…

so she has this super-charged relationship with authority… even with geralt who is good to her and a fair leader. she demands to herself that she owes him for getting her out of jail, for this reason she ‘offers’ herself to him because she is so used to being treated as an object to be grabbed (and doesn’t process that someone could care about her in the way you care about a daughter, a child’s wellbeing) but this means she also can’t go to geralt and confide to him and ask for his guidance. aaaand it also doesn’t help that geralt is a capital F Father who is also a witcher that is used to strict childrearing (as he did with ciri; which it was immensely positive for because she needed the structure and expectations to gain confidence and independence after the slaughter of cintra…)

similarly milva and cahir are lawfuls, plus they’re younger, not as young as angouleme, but… not “parent of an almost 20-year old” age this doesn’t mean she won’t confide in them or learn from them (to the contrary! she does a lot) but she knows that whatever goes to them, goes to geralt, sooner or later, and if there’s anything she might get in real trouble for, she can’t share with that side of the company…

there’s also the matter of intentional actions and unintentional ones. self-control. because whatever terrible things geralt, cahir, and milva have done, they’ve chosen to do them and been in full control of themselves and decisionmaking — even if groomed with propaganda, sorry cahir, but it’s true — and in their cases, they’ve also had time to unlearn…

angouleme has been directly drawn from years of banditry and the moral norms within these groups, which required a different role and actions than intelligence services and ambushes like milva played, or special missions as we should say cahir played.

bandits raid villages and terrorize people. that much is true, and extensively talked about by fulko artevelde… that angouleme definitely participated in this “fun” … oh oh oh i’m wondering who else, what other group terrorized villages for amusement… vampires!!!

but why say three dozen words when three will do — no one in the company understands lack of morality (and also, separately, addiction) like regis does 😑 and notice how angouleme doesn’t use fisstech in toussaint and at stygga…? maybe because sapkowski forgot but MAYBE because she found help. maybe bc someone understood her pain and trials 😑

#f: i'm not your uncle dear child #c: angouleme #c: regis #the witcher books #analysis #txt

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