#attention seeking at its finest

[bard-twins]

yknow what i love when writing for small fandoms?

I get that character all to myself

#for big fandoms? i dont write that much unless a fave character of mine doesnt have a lot of attention #*ahem* nameless bard #and you’ll often find ship wars toxic community #and yada yada #while being in a small fandom? #peace and quiet #and they’re mine unless someone seeks the same content as me #self indulgent at its finest #dw its also a way of me promoting the media so it can have its deserve recognition and attention #ellis.thoughts

[xerith-42]

I know it seems like striking on social media might not do enough, but as someone who has been outright obsessively using the internet since I was a child to the point that it is literally woven in my soul, been active and involved in online activism for about five years, and been using social media as marketing for about the same amount of time, I can confidently say that

THIS FUCKING WORKS!!

People base their entire businesses on their success on social media. They look at trending topics on twitter and don't see bite sized chunks of culture distilled to its finest and worst moments, they see market data! They don't see you as a single human being, they see you as a data point among thousands run through a probably AI assisted system that's prone to fucking up, that determines everything they're going to do.

How they're going to advertise, who they target it with it, what the general public wants. Every single major corporation uses data from social media websites to do this. Every. Single. One. Social media is a lot of things, and one of those things is a tool for business and politics. We know for a fact that social media politics bleeds out into the real world very fucking quickly.

Even if you can't strike financially, even if you have to go to work or school to survive, striking on social media is one of the best things you can do. Even if it's quiet. People are going to notice when thousands upon thousands of users across various sites go completely dark, and even more when some of them start getting real fucking loud about this. The US Capitalist Infused Government loves sweeping war crimes under the rug once they think the general public has forgotten about their atrocities and fallen into complacency. This system has been doing this for literal centuries.

Social media is just the newest and most expansive form we as a species have developed in the ongoing invention of ways to express our thoughts about things. It's the weirdest one, that's for sure, but executives pay attention to it. They don't often seek to understand it beyond a very basic level, because as I said, they view us as numbers on a screen, not as multifaceted incredibly and deeply fucked human beings. They do not seek to understand us on a personal level unless they think the cost of it won't outweigh the potential profit.

Pattern recognition is the tool of the moment. Machine Learning. Gathering endless amounts of data so we can replicate human existence through machines. You may think that social media strikes are ineffective because social media is just on the internet and it's "not real", but it is real! You are really doing stuff! You are contributing! Even if you're just lurking! Basic amounts of engagement can make a huge impact in a busted algorithm. Maybe you're not someone who would ever be drafted into an actual war-zone due to physical or mental health conditions, but you are probably a part of a key demographic of people that businesses are absolutely hungry for.

The budding adult has always been the target of greedy capitalists basically since this system was established and continued to get worse over time. The stage of your life when you are in the age range of 18-25 is an incredibly important transitional period, followed by a transitional period every six months until you lose sense of what six months even is because you haven't been happy in eight, and if you're in the 18-25 range currently, you got extra fucked by the pandemic. The world is in a turbulent stage and we are at the center of all of it and have been since 2001. Every single social media marketing expert will tell you the 18-25 demographic of social media users is a target demographic, because they are the most prone to extremes due to a life chock full of them.

We have to remember to be human, but we have to also know how to speak their language. They just see us as numbers? Let's show them some fucking numbers. Make posts about Gaza trend on every platform you have your hands on. Even if it's just liking posts, that gives them a slight boost in the algorithm. Commenting on posts is especially important on sites like Twitter and Instagram. But across every site the most important thing to do is reblog/retweet/share/send/copy link, whatever it is for that site, it is the biggest thing that everyone, and I mean EVERYONE looks at.

From a humble artist to a head of marketing at a billion dollar corporation about to have a meeting with a barely over 21 intern about how they need to run the twitter account, to said intern bumbling their way through adulthood with a job they only feel they're good at because they've been using social media since Skype was invented. We need to be loud, we need to make sure this can't be ignored, we can't sweep this under the rug. Mass media, especially coming out of the West, has been trying to censor, de-sanitize, and keep this issue quiet.

DO NOT LET YOURSELF BE SILENCED

There are tens of thousands of DEAD CHILDREN who have been BOMBED while in CIVILIAN AREAS and that is a FUCKING WAR CRIME.

THIS IS A GENOCIDE

Say that as many times as you can. Do not let it be ignored. A silent populous is a complacent one. Use your voice, even as small as it may seem. Make noise. Be loud. Be annoying. Don't let this be ignored. Talk about it everywhere you go. Do not let this be ignored.

Sometimes even we get disconnected from the real people around us. We base our sense of worth as a person based on the numbers going up or down but instead of developing a gambling addiction we just got angry about it but still fall into it because of cultural conditioning. But even if you only have let's say, completely random example, 70 followers. And only a small percent of them will see your post. Let's say maybe 20 on average, 30 on a good day, and even higher based on the machinations of fate. That's still 20 people who took time out of their day to read something you wrote, process something you created, share a part of your experience of living.

And likely they felt compelled to share it too, therefore increasing the spread of people who feel your influence. 20 people may not seem like a lot, but that has a major impact. Now imagine posts into the hundreds, thousands, hundreds of thousands and even millions. Those aren't just numbers. Each and every single one of those is just another person who might have reblogged a post because someone they like shared it, or because they wanted to spread its message, and that simple act causes a single post to have massive waves of effects from simple ripples.

Don't let yourself be discouraged. Don't think your voice or your impact "isn't enough to matter." Everything counts.

Don't let this be ignored. Don't become complacent. Know that every little thing counts, and to do every little thing you can.

#freepalastine🇵🇸 #free palestine #free gaza #social media strike #from the river to the sea palestine will be free #strike for palestine #palestinian genocide #palestine #ceasefire #endisraelsgenocide #isreal is committing genocie #do not be silent #please reblog #spread the word #spread awareness #be loud

[happeehippie]

instagram j.b.

summary: follow along with joe and his fiance evie as they go through his football career.

*face claim is Yasmin Quintana*

series masterlist

joeyb_9

liked by bengals, evie, and 829,726 others

joeyb_9: my spidey sense is starting to tingle a bit

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user: loser go bills

user: daddy burrow

user: how is ev?

> user: no one cares

user: JOE BRRRRR

evie: ok sexy.

> joeyb_9: 😉

> user: are you going to call off the engagement joe

user: bring some ice home this season

lahjay10_: 🤫🤫

user: slay

evie

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evie: is it september yet? i miss football.

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user: noooo not the username change

> evie: am i.. rebranding?

user: slayyy

millyg: i’m sorry, are those leather pants? in a casual setting? spicy..

> evie: 👀

user: why you no breezy anymore?

user: gorgeous, i hope you’re doing well!

> evie: i’m wonderful. 💗

user: i’m obsessed with you and joe! you’re my favorite couple.

> evie: thanks for the love.

user: LFG GO BENGALS

> evie: always!

joeyb_9

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joeyb_9: preparing for invaders

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user: you are my american dream

user: i’d prepare for you whenever

user: a man? for me?

user: hit me in my dm’s when you drop your gf

> millyg: the disrespect is astounding. he doesn’t know you sis. sorry.

user: kirk cousins except with swag

evie: your tan skin! your sweet smile! so good to me, SO RIGHT!!!

> joeyb_9: i’ll hold you in my arms EVERY september night.

> user: STOP IT RIGHT NOW

user: ev and joe using taylor references, they are IT

user: i think i threw up a little

evie

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evie: goodbye off season, you were a magical gift full of the people i love most. now its #gobengals

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user: sending all my love

joeyb_9: i am an avacado toast hater.

> evie: at least you have good taste in women. 😉

user: it still blows my mind that ur casually dating joey b

> evie: so lucky to be loved by my jb.

user: jealous

lahjay10_: nah you fr leave me out this?

> evie: we are in a private relationship.

user: turn comments back on

user: how does it feel to live my dream?

> evie: it feels like.. well.. a dream.

user: i’m ready for ev in her WAG era

evie

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evie: pov joey is behind the camera

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user: i’m obsessed with ur love

millyg: you are sunshine in human form

> evie: i’ll cry rn.

user: are you kidding!!! the cutest?

user: a model

joeyb_9: pretty gal i love you

> evie: 💗💗💗

user: i’m sorry people are so mean ev, we love you.

> evie: yall make my heart smile. ☺️

joeyb_9

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joeyb_9: ⏲️

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user: times up evie it’s my turn

user: ur the finest man alive joe

user: SHIESTYYYY

user: can we hang out

user: baby goat

evie: you are HIM baby

> user: dude is trash and you’re a loser for dating him

> user: everytime you call him baby i want to die

> user: you are cringe. disgusting. he deserves so much better

user: time to grind, hope you’re ready!

evie

liked by joeyb_9, millyg, and 1,737,973 others

evie: some of my thoughts: from the moment joe got drafted i always knew there was a chance people would react negatively to me, but i never wanted that fear to hinder who i am. i am a kind person, i am a supportive person, i love football, i love joe, i love sharing my life with people who enjoy me. i don’t want any of those things to change. so to those who choose to be unkind behind screens and anonymity, i encourage you take a moment and reflect. to make your heart the most beautiful thing about you, and simply let everything you do be lead with love.

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user: you are so beautiful and such a light

user: attention seeking

> joeyb_9: apparently you didn’t read the caption well enough.

> user: not joe in the comments 😳

user: yup this is our QUEEN 🥰🥰

joeyb_9: you deserve all the love and kindness this world has to offer. i’m so proud of you and the person that you are. i love you ev.

> evie: i love you with my whole entire heart jb. 🤍

user: i love this, you are such an inspiration to all of us.

millyg: the most beautiful heart and soul of anyone i know, the true light in the darkness. thanks for being you ev.

user: queen ev 👑👑👑

#nfl #nfl imagine #bengals #cincinnati bengals #joe burrow #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow insta au #joe burrow instagram

[dark-and-kawaii]

I’ve really been enjoying your Raphael content and I was hoping to request something along the lines of Raphael reading to tav. Bonus points for dadphael

༺ 𝒜 𝒯𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝑀𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉 ༻

Summary: Raphael Reads To You And His Unborn Child.

Note: This was a lovely request, thank you xoxo

No Warnings, Pure Softness

Raphael lounged in his chair, sipping on a glass of wine as his eyes scanned over his newly acquired poetry book you had brought back for him. As always, you had an uncanny ability to choose books he thoroughly enjoyed. Setting down his glass he glanced down at you. Your head rested on his thigh, your arms wrapped around his leg holding him close to your chest while you sat on the ground next to him.

He gently played with your hair, letting the strands fall through his fingers before gently massaging your scalp. You let out a soft little mewl as he hit a particular spot on your head, causing goosebumps to form on your arms. It made Raphael chuckle. You were practically purring under his ministrations.

"You’ve quite the talent for bringing me the finest of treasures." he murmured, a smile on his face as you tilted your head back to look up at him. You returned the smile with a soft hum, letting your cheek rest against his thigh.

"You deserve nothing but the best, my love." you said softly, your hand lightly stroking his calf. "I like seeing you happy... I only wish i could've gotten you the crown, but Gale..."

Raphael shook his head, his fingers leaving your hair to cup your chin. With a tender tilt, he guided your sight to lock with his own. "All in due time, my precious little mouse. Time shall turn the tide, but for now we must embrace patience. Upon the arrival of my child, our ranks shall swell with another soul to seek the crown."

You nodded slightly, nuzzling his palm as his hand shifted, your lips graced by his thumb before it finds its way back to your hair to resume its work.

You relaxed, your eyes closing while massaging your swollen stomach, "Read to us, Raphael?" you requested, "Please? It's something i truly enjoy, besides... Your voice, it's so beautiful... And I can't imagine your little one not liking it either."

How could he not concede to such a heartfelt plea? "Very well," Turning his attention back to his book, he started to read aloud a poem from his new volume. His voice low and melodious, soothing you, your eyes fluttered closed as you listened.

"In the bristling thicket, small and meek,

A mouse with a spirit far from weak,

Nibbled on seeds, a feast so slight,

Aware of the fox in the pale moonlight,"

-The rhythmic tone of his voice, the smooth flow of his words, it made a tingle of heat form within your belly-

“Not a hunter, but a friend,

Vowed to shield her to the end,

Against the hawk, against the owl,

In the night when creatures prowl.

A pact unseen by day's bright light,

Forged in trust through the quiet night.”

Your hand slid up his thigh and he shifted, spreading his legs open. A subtle invitation for whatever it is you wished to do. You shifted, rising to your knees and leaning forward between his legs. Your arms wrapped around his waist best they could so you could use his stomach as a pillow.

“Each night beneath the star's gentle sweep,

He guards her dreams, her peaceful sleep,

Whiskers twitching, she slumbers unaware,

Of the fox’s gentle loving stare.”

Raphael paused, glancing down at you. Your eyes were shut, your breathing slowed. Like the mouse in his book it would seem sleep had taken its hold on you.

Setting his book aside he carefully shifted you. He pulled you into his lap, his hand finding its way to the swell of your stomach as he held you in a protective embrace.

Raphael could feel his little one wriggle and shift in the safety of your womb. Gently he brushed a strand of hair out of your face, his eyes studying your features.

Just like the fox in the book, Raphael silently vowed to protect you and his little one to the very end. And that the hells would bend to his will once he has the crown, and all will be well.

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate #raphael bg3 #bg3 raphael #tav #raphael x tav #raphael the cambion

[lynn-w3st]

hii! can I request something with Syzoth? (if you write stuff with him in it of course)

can be headcanons or anything you prefer

[idea: maybe something with jealous Syzoth? That is jealous about reader that is not even theirs in the first place? Like they are friends but he wants it to be something more and is just jealoussssss and how he deals with it etc.]

have a nice day, if you don't feel like it - you can turn down this request I won't be mad don't worry :)

MK1: Jealousy At Its Finest

Pairing: Syzoth x Fem Reader

Note: This took me a bit of time to plan. I tried my best so I hope you guys enjoy read it. Also, I started writing down a bit of Babysitting 101.

Warning: Slight Possessive Behavior, Jealousy, Johnny being Johnny, Szyoth is Pookie 🥺. Hope you guys enjoy 😊.

Syzoth first met you when you accompanied Kenshi, Kung Lao and Johnny to go confront Shang Tsung but ended up imprisoned in his dungeon. But when all hope was lost, he came and saved not your life but your friends as well.

From that day forward on, Syzoth had became very close to you and formed a deep bond and attachment to you. He became a bit protective since you showed him kindness and gave him a second chance . He vows to always be there for you just like how you were always there for him.

Syzoth knew at that moment he had fallen in love with you. Your kindness and compassion made him feel special and loved by you. He often ask Ashrah on how to court you properly.

Every time you would pass by or simply waved a hello at him, Syzoth would feel his heart race at the sight of your lovingly and gentle smile. He badly wants to express his feelings to you.

But a part of him feels like why should you love a freak and monster like him. He lost his wife and kid to Shang Tsung. What if he loses you the same way . Is he destined to be alone?

Whenever Syzoth isn’t busy with missions, he often times seeks you out and often stays by your side the whole day, watching you work.

Being a medical doctor can be very stressful as you have to deal with a lot of injured monks and combatants. But you really appreciate it when Syzoth assists even if he doesn’t know much about Earthrealmers culture or anatomy.

As a Zatteran, he tries his best to court you by showing off his skills and ability but no matter how much he tries to gain your attention Kung Lao or Johnny steals you away . He gets very jealous on how Johnny or Kung Lao flirts with you or how close you are with the both of them.

“Hey (Y,N)! You should totally be in my next movie. Could use a beauty like you.” Johnny said as you chuckled and gave him a smile as you were hanging up the wet blankets up in the rack while Syzoth was helping you fold them.

“Thanks for the offer Cage but I’m good. I have other things to worry about besides fame.” You said as you smiled as you pick up the basket.

Syzoth gave an intense glare at Johnny and wrap his tail around your waist in which you didn’t mind thinking it was a friendly gesture.

“Oh come on!! You would be a very big hit in Hollywood. Imagine the fame!” He said as you just chuckled but before he you could do say anything else Syzoth stood close behind you and gave the actor a very judgmental looked.

Syzoth doesn’t get jealous often but he can be very clingy of you at times and this was one of them. He didn’t like the way Johnny place his hand on your shoulder but felt relieved when you brush it off and gave the actor a smile.

“Thanks for the offer Cage!” You called out as you and Syzoth left the courtyard and headed towards your estate to prepare some dinner.

Syzoth enjoys spending every moment with you as he is hardly stays away from you as he often helps you with daily tasks and activities. He would have a lovesick smile planted on his face whenever you would hug him. You always thought he was very attentive because how he would accompany you and assist you. Totally not because this how Zatteran court their mate.

Syzoth wants nothing more than to express his romantic feelings for you as he sees this as a second chance for him to have. He wants to marry you and start a family of his own again.

You mean the whole world to him and he would anything just for you even if he has to wait for you at the end of the realms and protect you.

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Syzoth watch in envy the way you laugh and joke around with Kung Lao who was talking about the shenanigans that Johnny did during training and how amazing your cooking was.

“So you are saying that Madam Bo’s cooking is not good enough for you, Lao?” You tease at him which made him blush in embarrassment. Kung Lao blush in embarrassment as he grab your hand and gave you the puppy eye looks.

“(Y,N) please don’t tell Madam Bo that I said that. She’ll tear me a new.” He said as you just chuckled lightly before poking his forehead. Kung Lao smiled as he decided to confess his feelings for you. “(Y,N) would have the honor to accompany on a date to Madam Bo’s.” He said.

You stared at him with wide eyes but before you could speak something inside of Syzoth snap as he was at your side in an instant and brought you close to him and silently growl at Kung Lao.

“I’m very sorry Kung Lao but my hearts belong to someone else. I see you as a brother and I hope we can still be best friends.” You said sadly as Kung Lao frown but understood you.

Kung Lao knew at that moment that you were in love with Syzoth. His suspicions were now confirmed that you’ve had a feelings for him so that means Johnny owns him a meal at Madam Bo. He smirk at how Syzoth had a possessive embrace around you. He chuckled at the sight.

“Well Syzoth has something to tell you. Let me know when the food is ready.” He said cheekily as he went to go find Raiden and Johnny.

You turn to face Syzoth who frown and averted his eyes before gently grabbing your hands. “(Y,N).” He said shyly and nervously as you gave him a worried expression. “Would you give me the honors to court and mate you. I have loved you for a while.” He confess as you were stared at him speechless with your cheeks heated up.

“You showed me nothing but kindness and gave me a second chance after everything Shang Tsung did to me. I love you very much please allow me to make you mine.” He said softly as you gave him your famous smile that he had fallen in love with. His love for you is unconditional and would do anything for you.

You place both of your hands against his cheeks as you place a gentle soft kiss which made him blush before returning the gesture. The both of you broke away as Syzoth smiled lovingly. He brought you into a tight hug as he nuzzled into you. “I love you, (Y,N). You are my forever.”

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I tried my best making Syzoth super jealous but sadly I’m a vanilla person when it comes to writing romance. I’m more of a wholesome romantic type of person in general. Spicy romance isn’t really my specialty 🥺😣.

If you guys have any questions or concerns please feel free to message me, I’m always happy to help and available anytime I can.

#mortal kombat #mk1 2023 #mk1 fanfic #syzoth x reader #reader insert #reptile x reader

[spif-lol]

Reasons why the simpsons hit and run stream is jerma's best stream

it's ELEVEN HOURS LONG

you get to witness his slow descent into madness as he insists on playing the whole game in one sitting

I can watch it when i replay the game, would recommend makes it way more enjoyable

he spends too much time doing really bad impressions trying to copy voice lines for the game and yelling "HIRE ME IM AVAILABLE"

He decides to confess half an hour in that he knows nothing about the simpsons and has only seen like one or two episodes

this is ten minutes after he references a specific episode, and then proceeds to get told off for 'spoiling' an episode of the simpsons (from like 1995) by chat

Chat also somehow manages to convince him that ten year old boy Bart Simpson's famous catchphrase from everyone's favourite family animated tv show is 'eat ass'

In general it switches between him refusing to believe things people tell him about the game despite being true and falling for obvious lies

he starts the game going 'lol wouldnt it be funny if you could run over simpsons characters' and then jokingly drives towards civillians thinking they'll jump out of the way. they go flying. he is so confused

the dissonance between early and later parts of the stream are palpable. It turns from a cheerful and lighthearted exploration of a funny simpsons game that he refuses to take seriously or accept that it could genuinely make him angry, and transforms into a desperate race against time, his computer and his own hubris as he seeks simply to finish the game so he can sleep. This stream destroys him.

the way the stream highlights are named on his youtube is hilarious. "Jerma will not get angry at the simpson's hit and run" -> "Jerma might get a bit angry at the simpson's hit and run" -> "d'oh"

it's extremely funny how many time he's convinced he's in the last level of the game, only to be wrong. the first time he thinks that is in the first section and hour of the stream

easily his most rewatchable stream (this is gonna cover a lot of dot points)

the amount of tragic irony and foreshadowing in this stream is almost cinematic.

at the very start of the game he complains about the music being too loud and monologues about sounds and over stimulation of game music bothers him, which of course will be very funny in the finale

he also comments a few time at the start about how annoying homer's random voice lines are, and says 'oh god he's gonna repeat that a thousand times before the end of this game'. he's right, and it nearly drives him crazy by the final mission

speaking of the final mission(s), the second time he has to transport the toxic sludge from power plant to the school he like pauses the game and very seriously addresses chat like 'alright tell me right now are the next three levels also me driving the nuclear waste to the school that cant be possible right'. and then just accepting in defeat that that is in fact how this incredibly stupid and difficult children's game finishes

when he first races against the malibu stacy car and gets destroyed he gets mad and says he wishes he could drive that car. then when he gets to drive it in later levels he quickly decides its his favourite and maintains that until the end of the game

on rewatch... you hear him audibly crack open a can that chat demands he prove to them is soft drink and not alcohol like A WHOLE HOUR before The Incident and it's a little like watching a disaster movie where you see the characters laughing and having fun little knowing how they are being hastened towards their own doom... like chat keeps bugging him about it, he keeps making excuses, he keeps sipping the drink. they bring attention to it so much and you listen to it just knowing the pain that is yet to come. dramatic irony at its finest and most heartache inducing

15. ohmyfucking gaaaawd no! no... god... ICANDOITINAJUMP! ..... BART. WHERE IS HE??? BAAART!!!! AAAUUGH

16. actually fr there's a lot of memorable jerma lines in this stream, rewatching it is like watching a jerma funny moment compilation

17. the final couple of levels where he is getting steadily more overwhelmed to the point of ferality, and then he says he has an idea and goes to the sound menu and turns everything off. voice lines. music. sound effects. and then we watch him play the level in complete silence. and it actually helps him focus its really funny

18. the whole tragic sequence where he is in the FINAL LEVEL. he has played it so many times and just missed it by a few seconds. he is tired. he is hungry. he just wants to get off stream and eat a BURGER. he is focussing as hard as he can. he is almost there. he runs over too many things and the police are after him. but its okay. he's doing it! he's gonna make it!!! he gets to the school with time to spare and is sucked up into the end of the game beam. it's over. except then the police get sucked into the beam as well. he gets arrested in the beam. which teleports him and the car out of the beam. WHICH MEANS THE TIMER RUNS OUT AND HE LOSES. so he has to do it all over again. it's actually so so so funny and also something i think i personally wouldn't survive if i was in jerma's position in that moment

19. okay we have to talk about The Incident. bc i already alluded to it and bc like, i couldn't not talk about it. as stated above Jerma cracks open a can so you can hear it and chat immediately accuses him of being an alcoholic. he adamantly insists that it is a soft drink not a beer but they refuse to believe him unless he proves it by showing camera. he's playing on a modded ps2 pc port or whatever of the simpsons so it's a complicated setup and he explains that it would be too hard and also he's shirtless so they will just have to believe without seeing. chat continues to harass him while he goes on to play the game, specifically most of the lisa level. he laughs it off but eventually caves, gets up and get a blanket to cover himself and then alt tabs, holds his can up to the camera and says 'alright you satisfied? that might have just fucked up the game'. so then he tries to tab back into the game and it. crashes. hard. so hard that the game won't actually turn back on. so jerma's cursing and fiddling with the controls and saying its over. then it finally reboots and the game works and he's so relieved and it loads and he realises that he has lost SO MUCH PROGRESS. he's back at the start of the lisa section. this is truly the turning point of the game where it goes from being a fun experience to a nightmare gauntlet

20. on a related note: jerma waiting with bated breath *sound of simpsons game booting back up after refusing to for far too long* jerma: yeeeAAAAAH

21. im watching it right now as i replay, which is why im thinking about it obv. so i will almost certainly have more to add to this

#jerma #obviously jerma dollhouse and so on streams are probably the most iconic but simpsons hit and run is like #wonderful in a completely unplanned way #I'm also partial to his house flipper streams #if just for the bits and being a space for jerma to create the most insane things imaginable with only the slightest prompting from chat #vaguely unrelated: when my housemate got home and saw me playing simpsons hit and run while #rewatching jerma's stream at the same time they said that think if someone analysed my brain #and exposed a different brain to my content consuming process their brain would explode #so mean.... #i was also listening to one of the jay eazy megaman remixes at the same time. my awesome mind

[leggerefiore]

Hi! I would i like ask how would evil leaders act if your pokemon dislikes them? Partly cuz of. Knowing they are an evil team leader, but Mostly just cuz of the competition for their trainers attention. (If one of the pokemon could be pawnuard that would be great!)

cw: jealous pokemon

characters: Lysandre, Maxie, Archie, Cyrus, Guzma

🔥Lysandre🍷

☕️ He hissed as your Pawniard tries to drive one of its blades into his leg. His Pyroar awkwardly holds it back as he debates the situation once more. This was one of many times that your pokemon had clearly expressed a certain distaste towards him, but he had not expected that it would try to stab him for merely attempting to greet you with a kiss. He stared at the pokemon that stood under a meter. Why did it dislike him? Lysandre desperately set out to appease it with both gifts and space. Whetstones were given to the pokemon alongside some of the finest poffins and pokepuffs he could find. The Pawniard had hardly been moved by the acts.

☕️ It had begun subtly. A harsh glare when he pulled you into his side on the couch. While he had not felt too comforted by the harsh expression, it could be easily ignored. Jealousy was the likely culprit then. Your attention was elsewhere, much to the annoyance of the pokemon. This had been somewhat early on into your relationship, so he expected some adjustment. His Pyroar had been quite jealous at first, too. It was expected to pass, surely.

☕️ It, however, did not. Rather, it progressed. Glaring became letting out annoyed cries which turned into wedging itself in between you and him and finally ended up with the Sharp Blade pokemon stabbing him. There was usually not any blood drawn, but he could only wonder why it had clearly come to shown disdain towards him. Dates were interrupted by clothing being slashed or your Pawniard clinging to your leg and nearly begging you not to leave. Affection was difficult due to it placing itself between you both.

☕️ Eventually, he stared down at the pokemon with a sigh. It had been discussed between you both. You had no idea what to do, though. Discouraging the behaviour did not work, nor did allowing for some consequences. Pawniard just seemed determined to be a wedge between you and him, both physically and mentally. In his beautiful world, he supposed this would matter little, but currently it was something Lysandre needed to face. Jealousy was such an ugly thing.

☕️ Somehow, hopefully, he manages to win over Pawniard or better control situations in which its jealousy is expressed. It seems to be going well enough, as he finally can be intimate with you once more without worrying about a possible injury. Of course, a new situation arises when he finds the steel-type offering you a document related to Team Flare. What a mess.

☀️Maxie🌋

🪨 How could such a tiny pokemon be so harsh? Your Banette glared at Maxie as it blocked his entry into your home. His visit was interrupted by the ghost-type. Its eerie eyes pierced his soul as he swallowed. He felt fairly certain he had not tossed away any plush toys that were currently seeking vengeance towards him, but it certainly had felt like it with your Banette. The pokemon had made no attempts to disguise its dislike of him and took every chance to try to scare him off from your relationship. Maxie did not succumb to its whims, but that had not been an easy task. He had tried to make nice with the pokemon plenty yet had failed to meet whatever it wanted.

🪨 At first, Maxie had been a little on edge of the glaring Banette that seemed to dislike whenever he decided to display any kind of affection towards you, but had written it off. Ghost-types were just usually possessive over their trainers. This was nothing odd. Mildly annoying, sure, but no worse than his Camerupt attempting to press its way between you both to get his attention back on it. It was just a bit more scary, what with its curse energy. How had you ended up with such a pokemon? He decided to focus on gaining the Banette's trust.

🪨 That proved impossible. No matter how desperately he tried to wager the pokemon's favour towards him, he failed. Banette's behaviour had only become more noticeable, too. Dates were seemingly ruined because you were too exhausted to go or your Banette showing up to scare anyone else involved and therefore end the date early. Any kind of affection left a cold presence heavy in the air or was met by your Banette demanding to sit in your lap or get carried by you. It was endlessly annoying how jealous the pokemon was. He almost tried to carry on through its attempts at ruining dates to spite it.

🪨 You, however, seemingly caught on to the tension rising between him and your pokemon. This led to a discussion in which he finally felt able to voice his concerns about the impact it was having on your relationship. You began to work on Banette's behaviour following this, much to his relief. Finally, he felt able to just enter your home without worrying about leaving with a curse. Being able to sit on your couch and cuddle with you without a certain pokemon interrupting was lovely. Maxie truly felt contented again.

🪨 And, naturally, he tried to the ghost type in the middle. The Magma Leader understood jealousy was innate to the pokemon, but did not like the effects it had. He tried to prove that Banette could still have its time with you, while Maxie claimed his own. Banette seemed to slowly come to understand that and move away from its more possessive actions. Well, until it floated him out of your bed to claim its time. The ghost type understood schedules, as it turned out.

🌧Archie🌊

💧 Frustration swelled in his chest as he stared at your Electrike. It growled at him as he just tried to give you a hug. Archie was not overly fond of electric-types, but he at least set out to befriend the lightning pokemon quite a few times. Treats and time alone to play with his Mightyena were obviously enjoyed, yet the Electrike refused to budge on its obvious dislike of him. He had done just about everything to get on its good side, and all had failed. The Aqua Leader felt at the end of his rope with everything. He could not even cuddle his Luvdisc after a long day before their pet pokemon had decided that it was not allowed. Even his Mightyena had got over its initial hesitance towards you! Hell, even his Sharpedo let you pet it.

💧 At first, he thought nothing of it. Your Eelctrike barking and glaring at him? Perfectly understable! He was not well known to it yet, so an adjustment period was more than expected. Archie went out of his way to make a good impression on it, even if he was not a big fan of electric types. After all, he was happy that you were happy. It then tried to bite him after he pressed a kiss to your cheek. A chuckle was his only reply. Well, jealousy was also understandable. He was not going to blame a pokemon for its reaction.

💧 Until it got worse and worse. Suddenly, before any kind of outing he wanted to do with you, Electrike would develop a limp or suddenly be too needy and try to herd you away from him. Any kind of affection was met with growing and barking, if not a few daring bites. He mostly grumbled at it. Jealous pokemon? Well, whatever. He had dealt with Maxie's weird girl admin before, and she was honestly comparable to your Electrike. It was annoying, but Archie would power through. He was not going to let the canine think it had won. It was just an unfortunate addition to dating you.

💧 A talk was definitely had about Electrike's behaviour, though. You had noticed it, too, and became concerned. After all, you did not want your boyfriend getting attacked every time you were both cuddled up on the couch. Archie felt grateful and there was some slight improvement. Obviously, Electrike did not want to upset you, and it was just jealous of your attention being on Archie instead of it. He understood that, he supposed. He definitely had probably snarled a bit at Maxie when he tried to hog your attention.

💧 Ultimately, he tries really hard to befriend your Electrike. He wants to believe that he can manage to get on good terms with the pokemon. Treats are common gifts, and he attempts to play with it, too. Everything does seem to get to a more reasonable point with Electrike choosing to ignore the time you both are affectionate or just making one of those sighs canines do. He feels glad that the madness is over. Then, Electrike is seen running off with his anchor one morning after he stayed over at your place, and he feels it has begun anew.

🌌Cyrus🛰

☄️ There was some form of deep hurt that came from the rejection of your Rotom. A Cleanse Tag sat on his laptop, having just forced out the electrical ghost. He was fully aware it was inside due to his… history with the pokemon. He was hesitant to become close to your pokemon for many reasons, but the Rotom itself had already seemed to have grown some form of dislike for him. It was not some grandiose mystery to him. After all, he was fully aware that spirit was the main problem of this world, and your Rotom most certainly possessed one. The two were quite awkward. Cyrus was caught between desperately wanting to befriend the pokemon and wanting it gone from his sight.

☄️ The Rotom seemed to have developed its distaste quite early on. It let out a cry as you clung to him and possessed your phone to play a loud sound and scare you away from him. Cyrus had not assumed the behaviour odd, aware that Rotoms were quite fond of pranks. It likely was just some playful manner by the electric-type to brighten both you and him. The upper expression on its face, however, told another story. Had he ever seen a Rotom make that face? He did not think so. It was honestly a bit terrifying.

☄️ The reason for its mannerisms became quite obvious as time progressed. Whenever a date was scheduled with you, it decided that was the perfect time to sabotage something by possessing an appliance and breaking it. How many times had the washing machine been tortured by your Rotom was unknown. A strange behaviour also developed when any intimacy was shown between you both. It let out a cry and randomly started buzzing around you both, trying to draw your attention onto it. That or it possessed the television and neatly give you both tinnitus. Its jealousy was confusing and apparent, ultimately.

☄️ Discussions on how to better manage the Rotom were had but often led to nothing. It was not an easy pokemon to control, and its nature lended itself to mischief much too often. Cyrus did not blame you, as your attempts were plain to see. He did, however, not appreciate the Rotom possessing his laptop and tablet and trying to delete anything Galactic related while also sending it to you. It suddenly began to feel as if the plasma pokemon was attempting to spite him. How had he upset it? Questions ran through his mind, as the possibility that a Rotom truly disliked him made his stomach churn uncomfortably.

☄️ He sighed as he offered the end of a charger to the pokemon. The Rotom quietly took the offer and eagerly began to drain electricity. Cyrus had racked his brain for a solution to how to befriend the Rotom. A toy robot was nervously sat on the table. He had a sneaking suspicion about something with this particular Rotom. It stared over at the toy with big eyes before floating over and possessing it. He pet the toy's head as the Rotom let out a happy cry. For now, at least, he felt he managed a truce.

🕶Guzma💀

□ The Team Skull Boss felt like he was going insane. How could this happen to him? He should be getting intimated by something so small. Yet, here he was trapped in the bathroom with your Meowth puffed up like a Mareep and hissing at him. It was somehow more terrifying than how Nanu's Meowths might have reacted. He was standing on the side of the tub and debating why the damn feline disliked him so much. Guzma played nice with the Meowth and offered treats and pets. It still clearly hated him. Why? He could only debate.

□ It had not been this bad at the beginning. Yeah, it hissed at him and swiped at him, but that was just the nature of Meowths. Guzma was used to them. It did not even occur to him that there had been anything more to its behaviour, as it hissed at the sight of him kissing you. He just assumed it was annoyed that he was in its space and taking up your attention. Your Meowth clearly lavished in everything you gave it, so it probably just was not used to sharing you. His Golisopod was a bit hesitant towards you at first, too, but it got over it eventually. Your Meowth would as well.

□ … Or not. The feline only got worse. Hissing whenever he sat with you on the couch and swiping at his legs when it felt appropriate. Dates were interrupted by it suddenly escaping and needing to be found. He seriously began debating swapping it out with one of Nanu's own and wondering if either of you would notice. He did not, and instead was met with any cuddling being ruined by a Meowth wedging its way between you both and hissing and growling at him. It felt like he was on an episode of that pokemon from hell show. Its jealousy was intense.

□ Of course, Guzma spoke with you about it. You noticed, too. It was kind of impossible not to. Efforts were made in getting Meowth more acclimated to him and it accepting him into what it deemed its space. He hoped the madness would all spiral into its end. These attempts lessened its obvious distaste to more of a relaxed ignorance. He would rather it just ignore him than attack his legs every time he wanted to take a nap with you, however. Everything was better, he thought.

□ Somehow, though, he felt mortified when the Meowth led you to him meeting with an Aether Foundation employee. The contents of the conversation he could only hope were not heard by you. Somehow, Gumza felt a knowing glare in the eyes of the feline. It knew fully well what it was doing, and it was to spite him. Whatever peace had been achieved was gone. Your Meowth wanted war.

#pokemon x reader #lysandre x reader #cyrus x reader #guzma x reader #maxie x reader #archie x reader #pokemon lysandre x reader #pokemon archie x reader #pokemon maxie x reader #pokemon cyrus x reader #pokemon guzma x reader #pokemon/reader #lysandre/reader #archie/reader #maxie/reader #cyrus/reader #guzma/reader

[r3d-redemptions]

Mephistopheles & Raphael parallel

right, bare with me because i just want to discuss their parallel because it’s so fascinating to me. i don’t see it discussed enough. spoilers ahead!

• unsurprisingly, mephistopheles is charming and as cunning, but he can display different façades sometimes. and yet, behind that cold surface, mephisto is a walking contradiction. “Fiendish codex II” (i absolutely recommend getting this if you want to know more about the hells, it has all the essential about them) also describes him as depite for someone who appears cold and reserved all the time, mephistopheles would have an actual temper tantrum. something he does is “destroying everything around him in a thunderous explosion of hellfire and devastating magic.”

•mephistopheles appears as a handsome gentleman! he speaks in an intelligent, calculated manner and of course wit won’t be absent.

•he also doesn’t give up easilly when something gets in his way he would always find ways to get whatever he wants.

•he is always eager to find out new information around him, things thay could make himself even more powerful because he wants to take over asmodeus too

now, doesn’t what i’ve described above remind you of raphael? and isn’t it interesting how raph hates his daddy so much yet he wants to be so much like him? that’s daddy issues at its finest, if you ask me. besides, raphael’s inner conflict seems to be familliar to mephistopheles’, but in his case the conflict is based on the fact that he’s a half devil. the fact that he’s a human too makes him absolutely more vulnerable, unlike how devils are supposed to be. however, in my opinion, it’s his human form that brings him most of his sucess in deals after all.

regarding how raphael appears and expresses himself: he gives the first impression of an intelligent gentleman, but as the plot progresses, he’s a cunning little bastard that has us easily around his fingers. interestingly enough, he seems to display the same façade as his father… beyond having the inherited personality(most likely), i think raphael decided to display a very simillar façade to his fathers’ after he’s seen Mephistopheles becoming this powerful with such a personality.

and my favourite part so far: raphael’s ambition! in a case where you give the crown to gale and he becomes a god in the epilogue raphael is still very determined to take over as he would rise from the gods’ ruins, like he says. also, before fighting him in the house of hope, you can be something like “if you kill me you won’t have the crown” he’s like “yeah whatever i’ll get it because i can😠”.

about the finding information part… isn’t it interesting how around the house of hope you find so much powerul equipment? man seeks ANYTHING that can make him feel powerful. mind you, i’ve always found the amount of equipment he has around the house of hope pretty impressive ngl

(also the fact that he can manage so many portals? i wonder how they appeared in the house of hope in the first place, someone enlighten me pls xd)

anyway yeah, just wanted to ramble about it for now. i hope you enjoyed my yapping and that i made sense lol. thx for the attention and for reachig this point of the post :)

#raphael bg3 #raphael the cambion

[mercymaker]

so we had a fake wedding episode in the grand bloodstorm adventure, but get ready the new season's about to start and we're opening with some drama

astarion and mal are trying to track down a relic that's rumored to have the power of protecting a vampire from the sun. neat. they find out that its last known location is at some ancient noble house's castle, so they go there but they get caught sneaking around.

fully expecting to have to fight their way out of there, both of them are surprised when the lord of the house instead offers a warm welcome to his house, taking particular interest in mal, showering her with attention and gifts.

he also reveals that the relic has been lost to the surrounding woods after their house was attacked by outsiders, but both astarion and mal are quite suspicious of that version, so they stick around to find out more. while mal focuses on charming her way into the lord's heart so he'd tell her the truth, astarion goes out into the surrounding town to gather information.

turns out, the local legend tells that the relic is, in fact, still somewhere in the woods, as when the invading forces attacked, the lady of the house took all of their most important belongings, shoved them into a bag, strapped that to a horse that she then tried to flee the castle with, but was shot down by archers and fell to the enemy as the horse galloped deep into the woods. it's said that the horse was eaten by a giant demonic bear, but the treasure still remains somewhere. and that leads various parties to venture out into the forest to seek it.

astarion decides to join one such party, if not to find the treasure, then at the very least to get more information. he leaves maleane alone with the lord, who seems to be quite infatuated with her. mal reassures her lover that she can handle herself in case something happens. she's a sorcerer, after all.

the vampire spawn & the gang set a small camp out in the woods after traveling for most of the evening. they drink and tell stories over the fire and astarion starts sneakily peppering in questions to get the information he needs. one of the drunk men decides to go on a bit of a spooky retelling of the most horrific event he had witnessed. the great attack on their town by the most brutal monsters. it happened over three decades ago, when he was just a little boy.

they came in the night, with their intricate armors, their swords and their arrows and their daggers in the dark. some of the commoners fell to poison before any blades could lick their throats. those that didn't flee in time were either massacred or put in chains and dragged back to the underdark to be used and sold as slaves. both the lord and the lady of the house were brutally slaughtered in the ritual known as the blooding, leaving their only son an orphan.

oh, so the guy's entire family was killed by drow? and who is he currently hosting in his massive castle? hmm, yes, another drow.

but not to worry! he dressed mal in the finest of silks and set up the most elaborate dinner for just the two of them. an array of intricate pastries, wild salmon and spit-roasted steak, and, of course, a flagon of his favorite wine to wash it all down.

they talk over the dinner, maleane slowly trying to poke and prod for more information about the relic and what happened to it. the lord, eventually unravels the same story that astarion heard over the campfire, and as the puzzle pieces slowly slide into their places, mal suddenly feels lightheaded. her breathing starts to become erratic as she struggles to catch her breath. and when she rises from the table, in a frantic attempt to flee, her legs feel like they're full of lead. the same petrifying feelings spreads throughout the rest of her body, pulling her to the ground in an instant.

as she gasps for air to fill her failing lungs, the lord walks right to her, watching the paralyzed drow fight the effects of the poison, and tells her how much he hates her kind. how long he's been dreaming of this moment, to get his hands on one of the monsters that took everything from him. how they all are the same. how he's going to peel the skin off her flesh, bit by bit. he chuckles at her panic, at soft wheezing coming from her throat. he wasn't sure how much of the poison to pour in her glass. after all, drow are known to be resistant to most of them. perhaps he gave her a bit too much. but it doesn't matter. by the time it wears off she won't be able to escape.

he then drags her to his personal quarters, a little dark room with chains and cages, a large wooden table stacked with books and scrolls and sketches. everything you need to know about drow and more. he takes the beautiful soft gown off her body and shackles her wrists and ankles to a rack.

a beautiful monster, he calls her, dragging his fingers from her cheek, down to her breast. yet, soon his hand is replaced with a dagger. this is more than just revenge. it's something darker and deeper. the obsession with drow, all that hatred and rage latched on something else entirely. the want to have her, to own her, to break and hurt her again and again and again, for years and years. because that's how long he's been carrying all that venom inside. it's not going to be over soon, maleane realizes.

it's almost a relief when it's his hand touching her again instead of a blade. but she knows that the intent behind the gesture is just as sharp as the bite of a dagger. she can't utter an incantation. she can't move her body to channel her magic. it's been so long that she felt this helpless.

then she feels her mind start to slip, drifting away somewhere. the lord's unhinged ramblings turn into echoes from a distant room. the throbbing pain softens into an almost-numbness. for just a brief moment, maleane is not there.

it's the odd shift in the surroundings that drags her right back into the dark cell. a sudden, violent gurgling sound. when she looks up, all mal sees is red. the blood pouring out of the lord's mouth and throat. the shock still frozen in his eyes before his body collapses just as hers did before. and then, two red irises, framed by a set of worried brows, staring at her. astarion.

#baldur's gate 3 #astarion #astarion ancunin #astarion x tav #astarion x oc #astarion romance #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 astarion #bg3 tav #oc: maleane #maleane/astarion #assault cw #sa cw #torture cw #idk this started off as a little thing and i just kept going #and i feel like i could keep going but it's time to stop somewhere alright #let me know if anything else needs tagging btw #reuploading because tumblr told me to eat a bag of dicks and i cried like a baby

[kaedahana]

Kazuha as a uni boy!

in honour of me going to university (self torture at its finest)

ART : @IlumiArts on twitter

I'm sorry this is short lol TAKE IT OR LEAVE IT

* reader leaves*

oh. ok.

-UNEDITED

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- Ocasionally at the end of the day, Kazuha would wait for you outside your classroom, ready to swoop you in his arms and spin you around before walking you home

-He'd be the first one to clap whenever you present in class

-Shares his earphones when you forgot to bring one.

- Kazuha would carry your backpack to class while holding your hand

- He would host study dates EVERY WEEK. GET THAT DEGREE/ DIPLOMA PEOPLEEE

- Takes you out every week to destress or at least, he makes sure to not make you stress alone lol

- He teaches you things you dont understand

- You teach him things he don't understand in which he listens attentively

-Goofing around in the library, making jokes, supressing laughters and playing hide and seek.

- Sometimes, he shares some piece of information in which he find interesting while walking home with you. Basically, a walking library.

- Protective, if he sees you talking to someone unfamiliar, he's ready to put up a fight.

- He goes to the gym to impress you so he gets ripped

- proceeds to share gym photos with you and you only

- Takes you to family dinners during holidays

#writing #kazuha x reader #kazuha kaedehara x reader #kaedehara kazuha #kazuha kaedara x y/n #kazuha #kazuha fluff #kazuha imagines #genshin #genshin impact #genshin kazuha x reader #genshin kazuha x y/n #genshin kazuha #genshin kazuha imagines #genshin imagines #genshin x reader #genshin fluff #genshin x you #fluff #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact kazuha #university!kazuha x reader

[admistedenslush]

Devil In Disguise -

Priest!Aemond Targaryen/Reader

Tw: blasphemy?,fem!reader

━━━━━━━━━ 𐕣 ━━━━━━━━━

With a heart heavy with remorse, a penitent spoke the words, “Father, bless me, for I have sinned.”

In a voice of calm understanding, Father Aemond replied, “Of course, my child.”

It had been two endless years since their last confession, and as their hands clasped tightly onto the rusted iron of the gate, Aemond's gaze locked with the penitent's eyes. In that fleeting moment, their eyes shimmered red, peering into the depths of his very soul.

“You, Father, are no servant of Christ. Your place is among the infernal depths,” the words hissed from their lips in a sinister, demonic tone. “I see the taint that stains your heart. Embrace it. Join me.”

With an effortless motion, the creature swung open the barred window, inviting darkness into the sacred sanctuary.

Trembling with fear, Aemond clenched his Bible tightly in his hands.

“In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen. Begone, demon! Your rebellion ends here!” His voice quivered as he spoke, but his faith remained unyielding.

All his efforts were in vain, as the malevolence finally reached him. The chilling sound of a cackle resounded in his ears, followed by the haunting words," My arrogant and vain son.”

Aemond's eyes snapped open with an abruptness that left him gasping for air, drenched in a cold sweat. Startled and shaken by the vividness of the nightmare that had gripped him, he quickly sat up, his heart pounding in his chest.

Seeking solace and grounding in the present, he rose from his bed and made his way towards the bathroom. As he splashed cold water on his face, he braved a look into the mirror, hoping to find reassurance in his own reflection.

There, gazing back at him was a visage filled with remnants of fear and unease. The sleepless nights and the weight of his burdens were etched on his face, lines creeping across his forehead and shadows darkening the hollows beneath his eyes.

For a moment, he wondered if the torments of his nightmare had truly left him or if they still lurked within, ready to pounce at the slightest weakness. Yet, a flicker of determination in his weary eyes affirmed his resilience and resolve. Aemond straightened his back, steeling himself against the lingering shadows, determined to face whatever darkness lay ahead.

Whispering to no one but his own thoughts, Aemond breathed the words, "Let only the fear of God consume you."

In the heart of the small town, the church stood as a steadfast pillar of community for Aemond. Week after week, he conducted masses and forged strong bonds with the families who called this place their spiritual haven. But on this fateful day, amidst the predictability, an unexpected sight caught him off guard - a newcomer.

Dressed in your finest Sunday dress, you stood out from the crowd with an air of quiet confidence. Aemond couldn't help but be intrigued by this anomaly amidst the familiar faces he knew so well. He observed you from across the room, your posture radiating grace.

What captured his attention the most, however, was the cross necklace gently nestled in your bosom.

As he continued with the ceremony, his thoughts momentarily wandered, glimpses of you slipping into his mind. He couldn't deny the stirrings of attraction that tugged at him, though he quickly dismissed them as an inconsequential distraction.

"Get ready to administer communion. Wait for the usher to instruct your row to come forward."

The congregation eagerly approached the altar to receive the sacred body of Christ. Despite his years of experience, Father Aemond couldn't help but feel a hint of nervousness.

Perhaps it was the young girl in the crowd that caused these fleeting thoughts. She was likely just visiting family or on vacation, but why choose this humble neighborhood as a destination? It certainly had its charm, but it wasn't exactly a top travel spot on most people's list.

Distributing the unleavened bread to the faithful felt like second nature to Father Aemond. The familiar words effortlessly flowed from his lips, until it was your turn to receive communion. Aemond unintentionally bit his cheek, his nerves tightening.

,, Body of Christ.”

"Amen," you said, and Aemond knees almost gave out.

The trembling priest offered you the Communion wafer and delicately set it on your outstretched pink tongue. You gazed at him with drowsy eyes, resembling the allure of a siren.

Emerging from his spell, the priest handed you a chalice.

"The blood of Christ," he whispered, almost breathlessly.

" Amen," you smiled, taking a sip of the wine. A bit of the liquid escaped your lips, trickling down your chin.

Aemond's gaze fixated on the wine as it carelessly dripped down the corners of your mouth. So distracted was he by the crimson trail that he didn't even notice when you offered the cup back to him.

"Are you alright, Father?" you inquired, breaking through his reverie.

Startled, Aemond jerked embarrassingly, his attention recapturing you in all your presence. He finally registered your outstretched hand, waiting patiently to return the chalice.

"Yes, yes, quite well. Excuse me," the priest responded hastily, momentarily brushing your fingertips as he retrieved the cup. With a feeling of unexpected warmth from the brief touch, you turned back towards your seat, leaving Aemond to collect his composure.

As the rites concluded, people hastily gave their donations and made their way out. A few lingered by the door, eager to exchange a quick greeting with their priest.

"Mr. Targaryen, what a stunning ceremony it was! That part with the eye and your victorious struggle alongside God—it was simply incredible!"

Aemond's warm smile extended towards both her and the lively group, but as she expressed her desire to introduce someone, her attention shifted. "You absolutely have to meet my daughter," she eagerly revealed, her words brimming with excitement. "She recently returned from college and has a few months off. And-"

As you strolled into view, your radiant smile captured the attention of everyone around. It was no surprise that Aemond couldn't tear his gaze away from you. Finally, someone who could breathe life into this stagnant town. He almost felt jealous.

"Yes, I have returned to visit my beloved parents," you announced, your voice carrying a mix of warmth and a hint of sarcasm.

"But let me tell you the most astonishing news,Father! My dear daughter confessed that she no longer intends to attend church. Can you even imagine? My poor nerves… I decided to bring her to meet you on Sunday, Father.”

Aemond glanced back at you, his curiosity evident in his eyes.

"You're not religious?" he ventured to ask.

"Well, yes and no," you replied, a hint of hesitation in your voice. "I've sort of gotten sidetracked with it all. Been really busy, you know."

Your words hung in the air, sparking a vivid blend of intrigue and interest within Aemond.

"Yes, Father, but fear not! We shall rectify this," your mother proclaimed with determination. "I intend for her to make a confession and continue joining in Mass on every Sunday. Together, we will guide her back onto the path of faith."

Father Aemond warmly extended his invitation, assuring, "Your daughter is always welcome for confession." He made a conscious effort to maintain eye contact with you, avoiding any unintentional glances downwards.

"Perfect! She will come in tomorrow without fail!"

You arrived promptly for confession, settling into your seat within the church. Breaking away from the expectations of your mother, you daringly chose to wear a white dress that hugged your figure, maybe a touch too short for her taste. However, your desire to appear striking before Father Aemond drove your unconventional choice.

You definitely noticed that the priest was riled up because of you.

The so called "man of God"

All men are the same, no matter what their profession, even if it is the priesthood.

The peaceful sounds of a gentle creek echoed within the humble walls of the church, signaling the arrival of Father Aemond. Without making a sound, you subtly turned your face towards him and greeted him with a sly smile. As you met his eyes, you could see a hint of anticipation in his chest as it rose and fell ever so slightly.

You stood up, purposefully straightening your dress, feeling Father Aemond's eyes subtly drifting down to your legs.

"Good morning, Father," you greeted, your voice carrying a cordial tone.

"Mmh, morning," Father Aemond acknowledged, his voice slightly husky.

"You're rather early," he noted, a hint of curiosity slipping into his words.

"Punctuality is the virtue of the bored," you replied with a playful smirk, a glint of mischief dancing in your eyes.

"Shall we begin?" Father Aemond suggested, his voice laced with a gentle encouragement. "I imagine you're familiar with how the confession process works. Please take a seat in the booth."

The priest motioned you into the confessional.

"Bless me Father, for I have sinned. It has been maybe 2 years since my last confession?"

Aemond's grip tightened on his thighs, a rush of uneasiness sweeping over him. This situation felt like a test, he thought, almost with a touch of resignation. The dream and the girl, it was you all along. How could he not have recognized this sooner?

"Go on," Aemond rumbled, his voice gruff with anticipation.

"Well," you began, your voice softening slightly, "I've been dealing with my own struggles. I must confess that I've indulged in gluttony and lustful behavior over the past year. It's difficult to explain lightly."

Your remorseful act was almost laughable, tempting a hint of amusement to bubble within you.

"God won't judge you," Aemond assured, his voice a soothing anchor in the midst of your vulnerability.

"Will you?" you asked, a giggle dancing upon your lips, adding a touch of playfulness as you awaited his response.

But no response came from Father Aemond, prompting a furrowed brow on your part. Suddenly, the partition on your side of the confessional opened, revealing Father Aemond with tightly clenched fists. As you glanced up at him, your signature sweet smile played upon your lips. It was a smile reminiscent of biting into honeycomb - deceptively saccharine, almost overwhelmingly so, with the potential to leave a lingering headache. Aemond couldn't help but contemplate the hidden motives behind that disarming expression.

"I know why you're here," Aemond said, shaking his head disapprovingly.

"I'm here to confess, Father, what else?" you responded, confusion evident in your voice.

"No, no. You're here to tempt me. This is all a test," the priest accused.

You couldn't help but burst into laughter at his accusation. But before the laughter could subside, Father Aemond swiftly grabbed your neck, cutting off the sound, a stern expression on his face as he choked out your amusement.

He released you after a second, his hand hesitantly slipping away from your neck. Contrary to the expected response, fear was not the emotion that coursed through you. Instead, an unsettling mixture of excitement and arousal stirred within you, causing your thighs to instinctively clench.

Father Aemond, having clearly noticed your unusual creation, couldn't help but be taken aback. His lips curved ever so slightly upwards, a mingling of surprise in his expression.

"You absolute minx," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. With a deliberate motion, Father Aemond clasped the confessional booth shut behind him, sealing the space between you both.

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@valleyof-goldenlilies

@chainsawsangel

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[hazellovesnuts]

Waltzing under the twinkling lights Part 1

Milady de Winter x Princess!Reader 🗡️

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Part 2

Eva Green & Characters one shots Collection

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Milady's POV

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It is beyond my wildest dreams to think that I would develop strong feelings for a princess of royal heritage. However, it is equally unimaginable for me to fathom the path I have taken, where I have ascended to become one of the most infamous and one of the most notorious spies in all of Europe either.

Throughout my eventful existence, I have adopted the captivating name of Milady de Winter and experienced a remarkably unconventional upbringing. Hailing from a humble background, my family's financial status was far from prosperous, compelling me to rely solely on my own resourcefulness. However, the means by which I sustained myself were often far from lawful, prompting me to adopt multiple aliases to shield my true identity from prying eyes. The harsh realities of my circumstances forced me to acquire the necessary survival skills, and I swiftly honed my abilities to navigate the treacherous paths of life. It was precisely this unparalleled skill set that captured the attention of none other than the infamous Cardinal Richelieu himself, even during my formative adolescent years.

Richelieu enlisted me as a covert operative or a spy under his command, and my talents propelled me up the ladder of success within his ranks. I proved to be exceptionally skilled at my assigned duties, executing them with precision and efficiency. However, even amidst my accomplishments, an indescribable void permeated my existence, as if my very being was an incomplete puzzle yearning for that one elusive piece to bring it to fruition. The nagging sensation of something missing plagued me ceaselessly, leaving me perplexed and disoriented. That was when I attended the ball that I happened to lay my eyes on what or should I say who that missing puzzle is.

And there she stood, the princess herself, radiating elegance as she shared a moment of pure joy with her companions. I couldn't help but be transfixed by her graceful presence and the genuine happiness that emanated from her. It was at that very instant when our eyes met for the first time, and I was instantly captivated by the sparkle in her eyes and the warmth of her smile. Princess Y/N stood out from the crowd in a way that was truly remarkable. Her exceptional kindness, intelligence, and carefree spirit set her apart from anyone I had ever crossed paths with before. In all honesty, I found myself yearning to possess even a fraction of her admirable qualities. Our fateful encounter occurred unexpectedly at a grand ball, where the elite and noble figures of society had gathered. As I mingled with the well-heeled attendees, indulging in a glass of rich red wine, my ears were suddenly captivated by a burst of melodious laughter that seemed to float through the air. It was a sound so enchanting and delightful that it irresistibly beckoned me closer, drawing me toward its source.

The woman looked absolutely stunning, clad in a magnificent red dress adorned with intricate gold threadwork. It was evident that her father, being the king, had spared no expense in providing her with the finest jewellery, which only added to her allure. Her hair was expertly arranged in a half-up, half-down hairstyle, with a few loose strands gracefully framing her exquisite face.

In a state of trance, my gaze became fixated on her, unable to tear my eyes away. There was an inexplicable longing within me, a desire to become acquainted with her, to be in close proximity. It was then that I observed her companions dispersing, likely seeking to engage in social interactions with other members of the nobility. Driven by an uncontrollable force, I approached her, yearning for the smallest exchange of words.

As I approached her highness, I couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation coursing through my veins. The moment she caught sight of me, I made sure to convey my utmost reverence by gracefully curtsying before her. With bated breath, I greeted her in a tone of deference, "Good evening, your Highness. Allow me to introduce myself as Milady de Winter." A whirlwind of emotions churned within me as I struggled to contain my excitement. Even though I had lived a life shrouded in secrecy as a spy, there was something about her that made me feel jittery, completely enthralled by her regal presence.

Princess Y/N smiled warmly at me, her eyes full of curiosity. "Good evening, my lady. I don't think we've had the pleasure of meeting before. Are you new to the court?”

Her voice sounds so angelic, although I quickly returned her smile before I got lost in my mind,  hoping to conceal the whirlwind of emotions stirring within me. "Indeed, your highness. I have recently arrived, and it is truly an honor to be in your presence. Your beauty and grace are renowned throughout the kingdom."

Her cheeks flushed ever so slightly, you wouldn't notice unless you are very observant which I am considering I am a spy and I'm confident I had managed to make her blush. "Oh, you flatter me, Milady. But do tell me, what brings you to court? Are you here for a specific purpose?"

I glanced around, making sure no prying ears were nearby, before leaning in slightly. "I'm afraid I cannot disclose the details, your highness. Let's just say I serve a higher authority, and my role is to ensure the safety and security of the kingdom."

Princess Y/N's eyes widened with curiosity, her interest piqued. "How intriguing! A secret agent in our midst. You must have quite the stories to tell."

I chuckled, the sound escaping before I could stop myself. "Indeed, your highness. But I'm afraid my tales are not fit for a royal setting. Perhaps someday, in private, I can regale you with the tales of my adventures."

Her smile grew mischievous, and I knew she was enjoying our conversation. "I shall hold you to that, Milady. It would be a delight to hear your stories."

As the night continued, we talked and laughed about anything and everything, engaging in a light-hearted conversation. Princess Y/N possessed a quick wit and an inquisitive mind, making the hours fly by in a haze of laughter and shared moments. Time seemed to stand still, and for the first time in my life, I felt a sense of belonging.

As the music slowed and a waltz began, Princess Y/N turned to me with a spark of mischief in her eyes. "Milady, would you honor me with a dance?"

I couldn't help but be taken aback by her request, my heart skipping a beat. "Princess, it would be my utmost pleasure," I replied with a graceful bow.

As we moved together around the ballroom, our steps were perfectly in sync, as if we were made for each other. The world around us faded into the background, and it felt as though it was just the two of us.

As we danced, our conversation continued, and we shared our dreams, ambitions, and secrets. The more we spoke, the deeper our connection grew. It was as if the puzzle pieces of my life were slowly falling into place.

Princess Y/N looked at me intently, her eyes filled with warmth. "Milady, there is something different about you. You have this air of independence and mystery, yet there is also a vulnerability that draws me in. I feel like there is more to you than what meets the eye. You intrigue me so much."

I hesitated for a moment, my heart pounding in my chest. "Your Highness, I have spent my life hiding behind different names and identities. But with you, I feel like I can finally be myself. In your presence, I feel accepted and understood."

Her hand gently squeezed mine, and a tender smile graced her lips. "Milady, I see the strength and resilience within you. I believe there is a world of possibilities for us if we are willing to take a chance."

And at that moment, as we finished waltzing under the twinkling lights, Princess Y/N took my hand and led me to the gardens where no one was around. We kept our conversation while walking around the garden. This leads to us here in front of the fountain where we both held such intense eye contact. She looked into my eyes and for just a second her gaze lowered to my lips and so did mine. We started leaning closer to each other and before I knew it. Her soft lips were on mine and I knew that at this moment I had found the missing piece to my puzzle.

And so, we began our clandestine romance. It wasn't easy, of course. There were always guards around, and we had to be careful not to be caught. But we managed it, meeting in secret gardens and hidden alcoves. It was exhilarating, and I felt alive in a way I never had before. Princess Y/N was the light and love I never knew I needed, and together, we would navigate the mysteries of life, side by side.

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I have not yet watched "Les Trois Mousquetaires: D'artagnan" because it is only available in selected countries so I'm going to be basing Milady's background on what I think her background could have been and why she turned out to be like that. I'll leave the part where Milady and Athos are married cause Y/N is gonna come to the picture (though I do ship them a lot because of BBC's musketeers, go check it out if you haven't it's really good.)

Also, this is requested by Scarlett274973 (Wattpad), thank you for requesting 🩷

Also sorry for not updating any more oneshots since the last update. I haven't been feeling well and have had headaches and my body just doesn't want to sleep though I'm so tired and I also felt like throwing up but I'm getting better. Anyways, don't forget to drink your water lovelies and stay hydrated.

Edit (08/18/2023):

This is originally published on wattpad I also have a few other Eva Green and Characters one shots on my book in wattpad. I posted the very first one shot here and put the link on it. I'm going to publish this one shot here for now since wattpad is acting up and won't let me publish any updates. Thanks for understanding.

-Zel

#eva green #eva green x reader #milady de winter #the three musketeers #les trois mousquetaires #Milady de Winter x Reader

[noodleblade]

Upturned Palm

Summary: By all accounts, Ultra Magnus should feel proud that Rodimus was finally taking his duties as Captain seriously. However, all the Former Enforcer could focus on was the persistent tap, tap, tap of Rodimus’s digits against the desktop. -- Or, Ultra Magnus is distracted.

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Tap. Tap. Tap. 

Ultra Magnus remained absolute in his task, optics glued to the datapad before him. Focused. Undeterred by the quiet tapping across his desk. 

It had been going on for quite some time and he was resolute in ignoring it. He found giving attention to such distractions often only served to reward them, rather than dissuade them. Especially when such distractions were from a certain, hot-heated, attention seeking speedster.

Ultra Magnus had been surprised, and a little skeptical, when Rodimus had requested to join him in his office to catch-up on some overdue reports. It was off-shift, which was already a blaring red flag consider his Captain’s penchant for avoiding work even on his regularly scheduled shift, but it was also karaoke night at Swerve’s which if nothing else, was an excuse for Rodimus to socialize and indulge in the barkeepest finest high grade. Or make a complete abhorrent spectacle of himself in front of the entire crew. 

However, contrary to any assumptions, Rodimus had patiently seated himself across Magnus’s desk and seemed fully invested in the datapad before him. By all accounts, Ultra Magnus should feel proud that Rodimus was finally taking his duties as Captain seriously. However, all the Former Enforcer could focus on was the persistent tap, tap, tap of Rodimus’s digits against the desktop. 

It had started quietly, a passive, idle movement. Rodimus was prone to those. Often, the speedster felt the need to move or shift if seated too long. Sometimes, he would just get up and start pacing during meetings that ran a tad too long or twist himself around in his chair as if trying to demonstrate every incorrect manner in rapid succession. Magnus was used to all this, so he ignored the tapping. 

Then it started…migrating. 

The golden digits traversed the desktop as if walking with a mind of their own, tapping from the edge of Rodimus’s datapad to the corner of the desk and slowly, but surely, attempting to cross over to Magnus’s side. His arm was simply not long enough so it never quite made it. Ultra Magnus had dutifully watched the progress out of the corner of his vision, noting as Rodimus seemed to stop course directly in the center of the desk.

Ultra Magnus cleared his intake with a click. Rodimus was typically unaware of his actions and a gentle reminder often helped his Captain redirect that energy. Sometimes, he would dig out the little tools Rung had given him as a way to move his digits in a less distracted manner. However, all of those were scattered across Rodimus’s desk even though Magnus had insisted Rodimus carry some on his person. Ultra Magnus made a quick note to covet one for his own desk in case Rodimus felt the need to join him.

“Oh, sorry Mags,” Rodimus blinked, optics wide and innocent. “Didn’t realize I was doing that.”

Ultra Magnus expected the speedster to bring his servo back to his frame but instead, Rodimus left it in the center of the desk. Flat. Palm up. Magnus started at the unusual position. It didn’t look comfortable, but Rodimus didn’t seem bothered by the angle, content in continuing to read as if nothing were amiss.

Very well. 

Ultra Magnus would do the same. 

He only got a paragraph into Brainstorm and Perceptor’s lengthy ship engine diagnostic before the tapping returned.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

The servo was still in the center of the desk, tapping away. Magnus let it go for a few kliks, hoping it would cease, as Rodimus’s little shifting movements often did after a time. However, the tapping continued, shifting from its even, measured rhythm to a much more sporadic beat without any discernible pattern.

Taptap. Tap. Tap. Taptaptaptaptap. Tap. Taptaptap. Tap. Tap.

Ultra Magnus cleared his intake again, this time following it up with a quiet, “Do you require something?”

Rodimus blinked up at him. The gesture was less innocent this time, a hidden agenda gleaning in his optics as Rodimus gasped in mock-surprise. 

“ Me? ” Rodimus asked, bringing his other servo to rest over his Autobot badge. “No. No no. I don’t need anything.”

The offending servo remained anchored to the center of the desk, palm upturned once more as Rodimus’s optics darted to it and Magnus.

Ultra Magnus waited, optics scanning Rodimus’s face for any clues to his secret meaning. Clearly Rodimus was aiming for something , Magnust just hadn't a clue as to what. He found himself often in this position with Rodimus. If his Captain would just state what he wanted, Ultra Magnus would follow along. There was little he wouldn’t do for Rodimus, professionally or otherwise. Even his more…frivolous requests Magnus would consent to. Within reason, of course. 

All Ultra Magnus received back was a pointed stare he could not parse the meaning of. Deep in his chest, behind thick, heavy duty layers of armor plating, Minimus felt the creeping dread that what he was failing to get wouldn’t pass over the helm of other mechs. That whatever Rodimus wanted was hindered not by Rodimus’s subtlety, but by Minimus’s- and therefore Ultra Magnus’s -inexperience and inadequacies. This in itself was not an uncommon feeling, as grating and humiliating the burn in his spark felt. However, it was much rarer to experience it in such private, close quarters. He was used to witnessing the crew and feeling more of an observer than a participant. To find himself one on one with such a feeling had Magnus calling on his usual deflection methods.

Work.

“Very well,” Magnus quietly said, bowing his helm to look back at the datapads. At the edge of his vision, he could see Rodimus deflate with a small pout coming across his lips, his golden servo clenching into a little fist on the table before relaxing. It remained on the desktop, Magnus all too aware of its presence as his unfortunate lack of understanding as to what Rodimus wanted . Because his Captain wanted something…right?

Or had he misinterpreted that too. 

Ultra Magnus refocused his attention to the report before him. Strange glyphs greeted him. Individually, he could recognize them as Cybertronian, but when read as one, his processor refused to string them together. Too occupied by Rodimus, too caught up by his waiting stare, too distracted by-

Tap. 

Tap. 

Tap. 

His optics darted to the offending hand, watching those golden digits tap in firm, even strokes that spoke less of absent movement and more of intentional annoyance. Rodimus’s matrix blue optics were glaring at his own datapad, his glossa poking out between his lips in a way Magnus had only observed when his Captain was plotting something. Usually something up to no good. Usually something Ultra Magnus would have to clean up.

Well, now he knew Rodimus was purposefully trying to disturb him, and possibly even be plotting a more disruptive agenda. At least in this matter, Ultra Magnus was far too used to administering discipline, even if, exhaustingly, it had to be to his own commanding officer.

With a heavy, firm servo, Magnus reached out and rested his servo atop Rodimus’s, to still the movement and prevent the digits from continuing their pestering tapping. Evidentially, this seemed to be what Rodimus was hoping for. 

Just before their servos made contact, Rodimus lifted his fingers up, spanning them out, allowing his digits to slot neatly between Magnus’s. His Captain squeezed their palms together before Ultra Magnus could question the move. He stiffened at the intimate touch. It was not a touch for professional co-workers nor even that of friends, which he was still hesitant to fully allow himself to call his Captain. It was a hold for those of more amorous relations. 

Warmth crawled across Ultra Magnus’s plating from his helm to his pedes, the embarrassing heat seeping into his transformation seams and burning to his core. His processor struggled to understand how they had gotten from Rodimus’s distracted tapping to…to… holding hands-

“Finally,” Rodimus grumbled, though his bitter tone was ineffectual with the warm squeeze he gave to their joined hands. 

Finally?

Deep, in the back of his processor, understanding bloomed.

Oh .

Rodimus’s pointed look, his upturned palm, the little plotting glossa. It was piecing itself together, slowly but surely. The more connections Ultra Magnus made, the more that embarrassing heat threatened to raise his core temperature. Rodimus asking to join him in his office, missing out on Swerve’s Karaoke Night, willingly doing paperwork-

His fans turned on with a humiliating loud click. Across the desk, Rodimus let out a small chuckle but said nothing as his thumb brushed against the back of Magnus’s servo, in a calming, caring, warm gesture.

It only served to scatter Magnus’s thoughts. The datapad before him had darkened due to his lack of engagement. He barely noticed it, too focused on Rodimus in the way his smaller servo linked with his own.

Distantly, he wondered how it would feel with his true, smaller form, where his servo would be the one dwarfed and engulfed, surrounded by the warm, fiery plating and-

He stopped that thought tree immediately. He was getting ahead of himself. He barely succeeded in this interaction and he had done nothing but sit while Rodimus had made the moves. Moves he failed to pick up on. Thankfully, he hadn’t discouraged his Captain as this gesture wasn’t unwanted. He…he should probably reciprocate to demonstrate that. The very notion of speaking was certainly out of the question.

He cautiously squeezed Rodimus’s servo back. He peeked up to see his Captain smiling. It was a softer, quieter expression compared to Rodimus’s normal grin, full of mischief and sharp edges. This one was smaller, a barely there upturn of his lips, almost as if the action was involuntary, as if he didn’t mean to reveal as much. 

Ultra Magnus found he quite liked this rarer smile. 

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[avalanchesumich]

mastermind!au

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[pikahlua]

MHA Chapter 366 spoilers translations

This week’s initial tentative super rough/literal translations under the cut.

1 死柄木弔の身体は しがらきとむらのからだは Shigaraki Tomura no karada wa Tomura Shigaraki’s body

2 "最適な形"を求めている "さいてきなかたち"をもとめている “saiteki na katachi” wo motomete iru is seeking its optimal form.

tagline 1 ヒーロー達の猛攻を受けー… ヒーローたちのもうこうをうけー… HIIROO-tachi no moukou wo uke--... The heroes receive a fierce attack--...

tagline 2 No.366 桃　堀越耕平 ナンバー366 もも　ほりこしこうへい NANBAA 366  momo   Horikoshi Kouhei No. 366  A Peach   Kouhei Horikoshi

3 破壊を求め はかいをもとめ hakai wo motome Seeking destruction,

4 膨張した指の塊は"最適"の筈だった ぼうちょうしたゆびのかたまりは"さいてき"のはずだった bouchou shita yubi no katamari wa “saiteki” no hazu datta the mass of expanding fingers was supposed to be “optimal.”

5 誰も近寄らせず世界を蹂躙する形だった だれもちかよらせずせかいをじゅうりんするかたちだった dare mo chikayorasezu sekai wo juurin suru katachi datta It was a form to trample the world without letting anyone come near.

6 しかしヒーローたちは超えて来た しかしヒーローたちはこえてきた shikashi HIIROO-tachi wa koete kita But the heroes have surpassed that.

7 「抹消」によって回復を封じられた"蓄積ダメージ"と 「まっしょう」によってかいふくをふうじられた"からだ"と 「masshou」 ni yotte kaifuku wo fuujirareta “karada (kanji: chikuseki)” to His body’s (read as: accumulated damage) recovery is sealed by Erasure

8 "焦り"のストレスが "こころ"のストレスが “kokoro” no SUTORESU ga and the stress in his heart (read as: impatience)

9 彼を蝕みーそして身体は かれをむしばみーそしてからだは kare wo mushibami--soshite karada wa consumed him--and then his body

1-2 今この場により"適した形"を導き出した いまこのばにより"てきしたかたち"をみちびきだした ima kono ba ni yori “teki shita katachi” wo michibiki dashita was guided to the “optimal form” for this situation.

3-4 いい加減にしろよゴラァ!!! いいかげんにしろよゴラァ!!! ii kagen ni shiro yo GORAA!!! “Knock it off, damnit!!!”

1 ミルコォ‼︎ MIRUKOO!! "Mirko!!"

2 ミリオ MIRIO "Mirio"

1 や ya “St-”

2 やめろォ yameroO “Stop!”

3 おまえに omae ni “You”

4 何も無いのはわかってる なにもないのはわかってる nani mo nai no wa wakatteru “have nothing, I know.” (Note: TomurAFO is saying he knows Mirio has nothing he can do to attack.)

5 俺単体じゃもう おれたんたいじゃもう ore tantai ja mou I’m fighting alone

6 見向きもされない…！ みむきもされない…！ mimuki mo sarenai...! He won’t even look in my direction...!

7 ちくしょう‼︎ chikushou!! Damnit!!

1-2 人が壊したもんを直すなよ ひとがこわしたもんをなおすなよ hito ga kowashita mon wo naosuna yo “Don’t fix what people have broken!”

3 明らかな防御形態…拒絶の形 あきらかなぼうぎょけいたい…きょぜつのかたち akiraka na bougyo keitai...kyozetsu no katachi A clear defense form...the form of rejection

4 それが結論か…‼︎ それがけつろんか…‼︎ sore ga ketsuron ka...!! “So that’s [your] conclusion...!!”

1 ちくしょう‼︎ chikushou!! Damnit!!

2 これが… kore ga... This is...

3 こんなのが！ konna no ga! This is it!

4 おまえは…誰より立派なヒーローになってる… おまえは…だれよりりっぱなヒーローになってる… omae wa...dare yori rippa na HIIROO ni natteru... You...are becoming the finest hero...

5 俺の未来なのかよナイトアイ!!! おれのみらいなのかよナイトアイ!!! ore no mirai na no ka yo NAITOAI!!! Is this my future, Nighteye!!!

1 電磁バリアを‼︎ でんじバリアを‼︎ denji BARIA wo!! The electromagnetic barrier!!

2 一瞬解除する！ いっしゅんかいじょする！ isshun kaijo suru! It’s unlocking for an instant!

3 二秒 にびょう！ Two seconds!

4 持ち堪えて‼︎ もちこたえて‼︎ mochi kotaete!! Hold on and endure!!

5 何を… なにを… nani wo... “What...”

6 ーーいや待て…… ーーいやまて…… ---iya mate...... “---no wait......”

7 二秒は それは sore (kanji: nibyou) wa “That (read as: two seconds)”

8 長すぎるーーー！ ながすぎるーーー！ naga sugiru---! “is too long---!”

1 どうやって dou yatte How?

2 どうすれば dou sureba What should I do?

3-4 "何も無い" "なにもない" “nani mo nai” I “have nothing”

5 見向きもー みむきもー mimuki mo-- He won’t even look--

6 いや iya No

7 違う ちがう chigau That’s wrong

8 今は いまは ima wa Right now

9-10 意識を向けさせなきゃ いしきをむけさせなきゃ ishiki wo muke sasenakya I have to make him turn his attention

11 俺に‼︎ おれに‼︎ ore ni!! to me!!

12 でも demo But

13 俺には おれには ore ni wa I [don’t have]

14 そんな武器 そんなぶき sonna buki that kind of weapon

15 だから dakara So

16 笑っている わらっている waratteiru we smile.

17 元気とユーモアのない社会に げんきとユーモアのないしゃかいに genki to YUUMOA no nai shakai ni A society without vigor or humor

1 明るい未来は あかるいみらいは akarui mirai wa --its bright future

2 桃が ももが momo ga “A PEACH”

3 なってるよ‼︎ natteru yo!! “IS GROWING!!”

4 やって来ない やってこない yatte konai won’t happen.

1 は？ ha? “Huh?”

tagline 打ち込む一撃‼︎形勢を覆せーー‼︎ うちこむいちげき‼︎けいせいをくつがえせーー‼︎ uchi komu ichigeki!! keisei wo kutsugaese--!! One attack that drives through!! Overturn the situation--!!

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Love & War

"Everything is fair in love and war"

CH-2

The next day, as the court buzzed with activity, Minister Seo Changbin sauntered over to General Seonghwa, a playful glint in his eye.

"Hey, hyung, how's life in the palace treating you?" Changbin asked with a grin, aiming to strike up a friendly conversation.

"Ah, it's alright," Seonghwa replied casually, not particularly in the mood for chitchat.

"Is it really as fancy as they say?" Changbin prodded, nudging Seonghwa with a playful elbow.

"Yeah, it's pretty fancy," Seonghwa answered, shooting Changbin a sideways glance before turning his attention elsewhere.

Changbin wasn't one to give up easily. "So, have you stumbled upon that legendary portrait of the first queen hidden in some dusty storeroom?" he teased.

Seonghwa's expression darkened slightly. "Come on, Changbin, cut it out. I'm not in the mood for jokes right now," he grumbled, his annoyance evident.

Concerned by his friend's sudden shift in demeanor, Changbin persisted. "What's up, hyung? Everything okay?"

Seonghwa waved off the concern with a dismissive wave of his hand. "It's nothing. Just forget about it," he replied brusquely, clearly preoccupied with his own thoughts.

"The mighty king of all Goguryeo has arrived!" announced the herald, his voice resounding through the grand hall as the monarch made his entrance. As the king proceeded to his throne, a wave of reverence swept through the assembly, with every courtier bowing in deference until he took his seat.

"All rise!" declared the herald, prompting the courtiers to stand as the king settled upon his throne. "Today's affairs?" the monarch inquired, his gaze steady as he addressed his advisors.

"The chief of the Kyeru tribe is here," announced Head Minister Kim Hongjoong, his voice carrying across the room with authority.

"Let him in," commanded the king, granting audience to the tribal chief.

With a deep bow, the tribal chief entered the hall, his presence marked by a palpable sense of respect and deference. "My lord, I am honored to be in your presence," he expressed, his words tinged with reverence.

"I have brought you five elephants and three of the finest Kyeru horses as a token of my esteem," the chief continued, presenting his offerings to the king as a gesture of goodwill.

"What is your grievance, chief?" inquired the king, his tone measured as he listened to the chief's concerns.

"My lord, the Kwanno tribe has been encroaching upon our land despite repeated warnings. I seek your wisdom and guidance in resolving this dispute peacefully," explained the Kyeru chief, his demeanor marked by a sense of urgency and resolve.

"Summon the chief of the Kwanno tribe to Onyeosanseong immediately. We shall address this matter swiftly and justly," decreed the king, offering his assurance to the chief.

"Until the arrival of the Kwanno chief, I extend to you the hospitality of our palace. Rest assured, we shall find a resolution to this matter," the king added, gesturing toward the guest quarters within the palace.

"You are too generous, my lord," acknowledged the chief, bowing deeply in gratitude.

"You are dismissed," commanded the king, signaling the end of the audience as the chief departed from the royal presence, his mind now set upon the impending resolution of the tribal dispute.

"How is the progress of the kingdom's budget?" inquired the king, directing his attention to Finance Minister Hwang Chang-sung.

"We are in the final stages, my lord," replied the minister with a respectful bow.

"Excellent," remarked the king, nodding in approval as Chang-sung returned the gesture with a smile.

Turning to Defense Minister Choi San, who had assumed responsibility for cadet training in General Seonghwa's absence, the king queried, "And how fares the training?"

"It progresses well, though not without its challenges. Nevertheless, we have managed to overcome them," responded Minister San with a composed demeanor.

"I expect a detailed report on the obstacles encountered and the strategies employed to overcome them," ordered the king, his tone firm yet measured.

"Of course, your highness," affirmed Minister San with a respectful bow.

Next, the king addressed Agricultural Minister Changbin. "How is the agricultural produce this year?"

"We have achieved an exceptional yield, my lord," replied Changbin with a hint of pride, to which the king nodded in acknowledgement.

Turning to Administrative Minister Wooyoung, the king inquired, "Are there any administrative matters requiring attention?"

"No, my lord, all is in order at present," replied Wooyoung, his response delivered with assurance.

Finally, the king directed his attention to Taxation Minister Yeosang. "And what of tax collection?"

"We have successfully collected 95% of this quarter's taxes, with only seven villages remaining," reported Minister Yeosang with a note of accomplishment.

"Very good," acknowledged the king, offering his approval before Yeosang bowed in acknowledgment.

"Satisfied that there are no further issues to address today, I hereby adjourn this assembly," declared the king, prompting all present to bow in deference.

"General, join me in the private meeting chambers in ten minutes," ordered the king, to which General Seonghwa responded with a respectful bow.

Seonghwa approached the private meeting chambers with a knot of apprehension tightening in his stomach. He had been summoned with no indication of the nature of the discussion awaiting him. As he entered the room and bowed respectfully, he was taken aback to find Yeosang seated beside the king.

"How are you, my boy? How is the Gladiolus Palace treating you?" inquired the king, his tone genial as he addressed Seonghwa.

"I'm well, my lord. The palace is truly magnificent, and I find great comfort in its grandeur," replied Seonghwa, his voice tinged with genuine appreciation.

Turning serious, the king continued, "We have something of great importance to discuss with you, Seonghwa."

Seonghwa nodded, his curiosity piqued as he took a seat as instructed.

"You see, my boy, you have reached an age where marriage becomes a consideration. While I understand your reluctance, Yeosang and I have identified a remarkable young woman whom we believe would make an excellent match for you. She will arrive by the 31st at the latest," explained the king.

"My lord, with all due respect, I have no desire to marry," interjected Seonghwa firmly, his tone resolute.

"Seonghwa, I understand your reluctance, but you must comprehend the importance of establishing a family," the king countered, his expression grave. "Without heirs, your position may become vulnerable, subject to the whims of political machinations."

"How so?" inquired Seonghwa, seeking clarification.

"A family man is perceived as more relatable and approachable. Public support is crucial, not only in times of war but in all matters of governance. Without it, even the most capable leader can find themselves at the mercy of ambitious ministers," explained the king sagely.

Before Seonghwa could voice further objections, the king issued a decree. "It is an order, General. You will marry when the girl arrives."

Seonghwa bowed in acquiescence, acknowledging the king's command. With a sense of resignation, he took his leave from the chamber.

Once Seonghwa had departed, Yeosang questioned the king's decision. "Your majesty, why didn't you simply reveal the truth to him?"

The king's response was laced with a sense of melancholy. "I want him to find happiness, Yeosang. Sometimes, the burden of duty outweighs personal desires."

"Minho, Bangchan, I need your help," Jisung called upon his trusted assistants.

"Yes, Prince?" Bangchan responded, his attention fully on Jisung.

"You know about my sister, right? I need your assistance in sneaking her out of Baekje and all the way to Onyeosanseong," Jisung explained, his tone grave yet determined.

"What do you require of us, my lord?" Minho inquired, ready to lend his aid.

"First, promise me that you won't breathe a word of this to anyone," Jisung demanded, emphasizing the importance of secrecy.

"Of course, my lord," both Bangchan and Minho assured him in unison.

"Very well. First, Bangchan, I need you to arrange three horses, a long rope, provisions such as food, water, and comfortable clothing for the journey. I also need both of you to accompany my sister every step of the way to Onyeosanseong," Jisung instructed, his voice steady with determination.

"Yes, my lord," Bangchan affirmed, ready to carry out his prince's orders.

"Minho, I need you to gather intelligence. Find out the family's daily routines, including the times they enter and leave the room, the duration of their stay, their sleeping patterns, the number of guards stationed around the room, and the possible exits from the capital," Jisung continued, assigning Minho a crucial task.

"Consider it done, my lord," Minho replied, his determination matching that of his prince.

Minho swiftly gathered all the necessary information within a mere two days, meticulously documenting every detail of the family's movements and security measures. With his task complete, he joined Bangchan in presenting their findings to Prince Jisung.

Entering Jisung's resting chambers, the trio settled in, ready to formulate a plan that would ensure the safe extraction of Y/N from her confines. Hours passed as they delved into intense debate and deliberation, analyzing every aspect of the situation and brainstorming potential strategies.

Through their collective efforts and unwavering determination, a foolproof plan began to take shape. Each detail was meticulously crafted, every contingency considered. With their minds united and their resolve unwavering, Jisung, Minho, and Bangchan emerged from the chambers with a sense of purpose, ready to set their plan into motion and bring about Y/N's liberation from her captivity.

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