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j4gm · 7 months

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SPOILERS!!! REFERENCES AND EASTER EGGS IN F&C ep. 8: JERRY

The last of four posts for today.

This episode has a very dark setting. This is the universe where The Lich wished for the extinction of all life. There is nothing here. This establishing shot features the Squirrel's apple cart, from a few episodes ago, but he is long dead and it is long abandoned.

We are introduced to a new cosmic entity, Orbo, who is Scarab's boss but is not to be mistaken for Prismo's boss, whose identity remains a mystery.

Simon name drops a whole bunch of magical items from the original Adventure Time series; the Armour of Zeldron from Blood Under the Skin, the Wand of Dispersement from Sons of Mars, the Porcelain Lamb from Beyond This Earthly Realm, and the magic beans from The Pods.

This episode suggests that the nature of Simon and Betty's relationship was initially quite unhealthy. He was one of her lecturers, and she had an infatuation with him from first sight.

This illustration features the ancient wizards who sealed Coconteppi beneath Wizard City in the Distant Lands episode of the same name.

Simon's expedition to find the Enchiridion was first mentioned in the newspaper clipping in I Remember You, and was mentioned again in Temple of Mars.

BMO apparently survived The Lich's wish because he isn't technically alive. I wonder where Neptr and the other MOs are. Cannibalised for batteries, perhaps. Also, that BRB note is very sad and is identical to the one Finn wrote in Blenanas.

There are various familiar items in the thawed out remains of the Ice Kingdom; ninja paraphernalia from The Chamber of Frozen Blades, Ice King's diary from The Empress Eyes, and of course the tape collection from Holly Jolly Secrets.

Here's a deep cut: That machine in the background to the right of Simon is the machine that held the lightning power that Finn went to steal in What is Life, so that he could power up Neptr. The Demonic Wishing Eye is also in this shot.

For a single frame, Ice King and Gunter can be seen reduced to skeletons. Presumably this was the exact moment that the Lich's wish took effect. Everyone died instantly, in less than a frame.

When I watched this episode for the first time I was confused about where Fionna got the working crown. But you can just about see it inside the drum in this shot, where Ice King mentioned he had put it in his tape.

This is the exact moment the photograph was taken for the newspaper clipping seen in I Remember You.

We first heard the story about how Simon met Betty after they tried to check out the same library book in Broke His Crown. It's cool to see it playing out for real.

Simon throws a pebble at the window and accidentally hits Babette in the face, exactly like Finn and Jake did to Kim Kil Whan in the episode Ocarina.

This is the second time Simon caused Betty to miss this research trip to Australia. She says in Temple of Mars that she never got the opportunity to go, and resolves that her life might not have been so messed up if she'd followed her own dreams instead of following Simon's.

The song in this scene, the motif of which has been heard throughout the series, is by Half Shy, who also wrote "Monster" for Obsidian.

BMO is buried with a paper flower because there are no real ones left alive. His death seemed pointlessly cruel.

THE LICH! He is in his half-disguised Billy form, confirming that this is his wish-altered reality. Like in his other appearances, the first line he speaks is a single word command. This time, the command is "Cease." But with nothing left to do he has become depressed, and he doesn't bother killing our protagonists.

And finally, we are left on this cliffhanger. Fionna and Cake have returned to their world. Scarab has convinced the boss that Simon must be destroyed. And GOLBetty is here to claim them both while the Lich watches on.

This episode's dream features a pair of Lich skulls either side an effigy of GOLB.

#adventure time #fionna and cake #easter egg posts

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highwayorgantrade · 1 year

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An Echo In The Dark (PT II)

Pairing: König x Female!Reader x Ghost

Request: No request no thoughts just big scary men

Summary: On a recon mission gone horribly wrong, you, Ghost, and Konig are subject to an experimental drug created by the enemy.

Word Count: 3.2k

Playlist: An Echo In The Dark

Warnings: DEAD DOVE; DO NOT EAT, Oh my god i am so sorry, sex pollen, (dub-con because of said sex pollen.), degradation, praise, double penetration, anyone wanna go to Paris?, oral (m and f receiving),, mention of war, cursing, mentions of drugs (it's the "pollen."), choking, Google translated German, brief mention of blood

Author's note: brb going to church

A gloved hand snaked its way around your neck, and fingers tilted your head back to see Ghost leaned over you, his gaze intense. You could see why people were intimidated by him now that he was standing above you, his chest rising and falling. His thumb toyed with your bottom lip, and you finally got it.

They weren't your prey.

You were theirs.

Ghost clicked his tongue as realization of your situation dawned on you.

"Ah, there we go. She got there." He whispered, tilting his head to the side as he looked down at you. "Tell us what you want, or you're not getting it."

You barely had time to think of his demand before a new kind of fire made its way into the pit of your stomach. This one wasn't painful like the last one. That was weak, sated easily by König's touch. This felt like it was devouring you from the inside out, it was razing everything in its path, and you couldn't fucking care less.

"I want the both of you." You breathed, trying to press your thighs together, only to be blocked by König's broad shoulders, and a whine clawed its way out of your throat. "I need the both of you."

A groan sounded through the room as that was all the confirmation König needed. He wrenched your pants down, the threads ripping from the force on his way, and Ghost laughed.

"You good, mate?"

"Ich kann es kaum erwarten, ich muss..." König's speech was slurred, and the feel of his breath on your inner thigh made you involuntarily buck your hips. "No. None of that." He growled, and looked up at you, placing his forearm over your stomach, effectively holding you in place. He was teasing you, and you weren't even allowed to react to it! You groaned and let your head fall back, the mere sight of König nearly sending you over the edge.

A zipper sounded above you, and before you had the chance to open your eyes, you felt König wrap his lips around your clit. Your eyes screwed shut, and your mouth opened in a silent gasp at the electricity that sparked from the contact.

"Open your eyes, princess." Ghost sounded from behind you, and he lightly tapped your cheeks to get your attention. Your eyes opened to see Ghost's head tilted down at you, his pupils blown from the adrenaline. "Look at 'cha. You're already a mess."

He was right. You were a mess. König was devouring like you were his last meal on earth, his mouth wavering every so often to bite the insides of your thighs.

"You're the one... Who's about to come... Just from watching." Talking was harder than you thought, your words interrupted by your own gasps and moans. It was clear Ghost didn't appreciate your comment, as his head straightened, and his eyes narrowed at you.

"Mate, why is she still talking? Do you know why she's talking?" He spoke to König, but his eyes were still locked onto you.

"Nein." König's voice was deeper than what it normally was, he sounded almost feral. Ghost reached down, and delivered two harsh taps to your cheek.

"Open."

You simply stared up at him. He couldn't possibly... Was he insinuating? His nearly desperate struggle with his belt told you that yes, yes he was.

"Open your fucking mouth, Echo."

A harsh nip on the inside of your thigh forced your mouth open in a surprised gasp, and you were grateful for the intake of air before Ghost's cock slid into your mouth, and he rested a gloved hand on your throat. With König's arm pulling your thighs toward his face, and Ghost groaning above you, an animalistic haze began to settle in your mind.

"Fucking hell, I can..." Ghost trailed off with a groan as his hand tightened ever so slightly on your neck, feeling himself. It would be a lie if you told yourself the combining feelings weren't overwhelming, but God, you couldn't get enough. The need to breathe was completely lost to you until Ghost pulled out, and stroked your burning cheeks. "Wanna take more? Can you take more?"

Honestly, you weren't sure. König's ministrations were building an upsetting amount of pressure, and tears were beginning to well in your eyes at the feeling. In lieu of a response and a decisive huff, you leaned your head back, opening your mouth and letting your tongue fall past your bottom lip. A deep growl sounded from Ghost, and his hand found its way back onto your throat as he moved his hips forward one more time, this time continuing past half of his shaft until his cock was completely buried in your throat. Fingers began to toy with your entrance, and a moan tore through your throat, vibrating around Ghost.

Within moments, you could feel the coil in you screaming to snap, and both men could tell, from the way your nails tried to find purchase in anything, and your thighs shook around König's shoulders. A brief moment of panic rang through you as Ghost's hips stuttered in his rhythmic abuse of your throat, and your muffled screams were silenced as you finally, finally felt your release crashing through you, Ghost pushed down on your throat harder, effectively ceasing any possibility of breathing as he emptied himself in your mouth, his depth forcing you to swallow around him. He pulled out of you quickly, and you coughed at the sudden rush of air to your lungs, and König's soft kisses on his bites felt distant.

Ghost's heavy breathing brought you back, and he cradled the back of your hand, looking at you like he was admiring a work of art. His work of art. Your lashes were wet with tears, and your lips were red, tingling at the sudden loss of contact.

"Back to earth, Echo. Still here?" Ghost's gruff voice was barely above a whisper, his mask moving slightly with his heavy breathing. You nodded, not entirely trusting your voice to voice your feelings, the delicious ache spreading. "Good. Take one more, you can give us one more." His hand went to your upper back, pushing you so you sat up, and the sight of König was utterly holy. His eyes were wide, staring at you like a deer in headlights. His tongue was running over his bottom lip, jaw slack and the dim lighting reflected the shine that nearly dripped off his face. The sight was enough to send another jolt through you, and when he spoke, his shoulders drooped, and he looked down.

"Ich konnte nie genug von deinem Geschmack bekommen. Du bist göttlich. Du bist göttlich." His words sounded like a prayer, like he was confessing his reverence. You reached out, and hooked his chin with your finger gently, and his eyes lifted to you. König stood, towering over you, and your hands found the hem of his shirt, tugging at it pathetically while you looked up at him through your lashes.

"Mate." Ghost spoke from next to you. "I think she wants you to get on." His hand slid up your back until it reached the nape of your neck, pulling on your hair to force your head up to König. "Stupid little thing can't use her words."

Normally, the snide comment would have sent you arguing, but he was right. There was no logical or cohesive thought behind your eyes.

"Is that true?" König's voice was dark, and he sighed, pulling his shirt over his head, revealing a broad chest absolutely littered with scars. "Is it true that you're so braindead? Just from one?" His teasing tone elicited a whine, and he laughed lowly. "I have a question, maus." The nickname sent you reeling, and if you weren't dripping where you at, you were now. "I don't think this is the drug at all." König yanked his belt out of place, and set it gently next to you, pulling you by your hips closer to him so you could feel his clothed bulge against your core, and holy fuck. Even through his pants, you could feel that König was huge.

"I don't think this is the drug at all, I think you've always wanted this." Your eyebrows knit together, and you looked up at him, trying to pull yourself together enough for form a response.

"No, I-" You could barely croak out your words before you felt the head of König's cock sliding against your entrance, teasing you. Your hands grasped at his biceps, and your head fell onto his chest.

"No? You don't think so?" His voice was wickedly sinful, and the sound made you want to cry. Shame burnt in your chest, and Ghost's low chuckle behind König only exacerbated it.

"No, König-" His head barely dipped inside of you before pulling out again, and you wanted to scream.

"Aw, is she too good to beg for us?" Ghost leaned against the desk, his arms folded across his chest. König slid his hands up your back, pressing your bare chest closer to his, and the heat radiating off of him was intoxicating.

"Fuck, König, please!" It came out like a cry of devotion, but once you started, you couldn't stop. "I do, I've needed this so bad, just please!"

That seemed to be enough for König, and he slowly pushed into you, letting out his own whimper. When he bottomed out, your shaky hands dragged angry red marks down his arm, and your heaving chest rose and fell with tremoring breaths.

"I know, maus, I know. You can take more. I know you can." His tone was mockingly gentle, words whispered into the crown of your head. More? What more could there possibly be? You felt entirely too full of him, and... No fucking way. You looked down, wanting to revel in the sight, finding König seated only halfway inside you. You groaned loudly, resigned to the fate laid in front of you. König's mouth met the expanse of your neck, and nipped gently as he continued, shushing your whines. Stars began to dance in your eyes, and when he was truly fully inside you, the feeling was dizzying. He moved his lips up to yours, and the kiss was surprisingly gentle, his thumb stroking your jaw, and when he pulled away, he pressed his forehead against yours. "Ready?"

You nodded, and barely had time to think before König was snapping his hips into yours, both hands gripping your ass, lifting you up ever so slightly. The knowledge that König was using you like a toy, along with his relentless pace was making you breathless. All of his previous restraint was gone, and a mixture of whines and growls sounded from him. You could feel your orgasm building again, and before you can say anything, it crashed over you like a tsunami, and left you mere putty in König's hands. His arms and shoulders bore zebra stripes of screaming red, blood beginning to dot the lines. König halted inside of you, groaning and sinking his teeth into your shoulder, reveling in the feeling of you unraveling beneath him. König pulled out of you quickly, and stood back, his chest heaving.

"On the ground, König." Ghost called, his voice raspy, and he approached the table where you sat, taking your face in his hands. "You're gonna take the both of us, okay, princess?" You could only nod, and you inched off the table, grateful that the floor was your final destination. As soon as your feet hit the ground, your legs shook violently, and you sat, looking up at Ghost. He loomed over you, his frame blocking out the only light source in the room. König crouched, forcing eye contact when he was on your level. His hand slid up your arm as you climbed into his lap, and he leaned back, exhaling deeply as you lowered yourself onto him, the rough flooring biting at your knees.

You could hear Ghost shuffling behind you, and fingers met the connection between you and König, gathering the mess between your legs, swiping it back on your ass. His finger plunged inside, and you gasped at the intrusion, your body jolting forward into König.

"Aw, can barely take that, can ya?" Ghost's voice was mocking, and you groaned, shaking your head.

"Shh, maus." König crooned under you, his voice strained. "You can do it for us, I know you can." Ghost let out a short, cruel laugh and worked himself further into you.

"I don't know mate. Think she'll be able to take it?"

"I know she can." König mumbled, switching between German and English in a frenzy. "I know she can. She's so good. So good for us." The way they both spoke like you weren't even there lit a fire in your chest, and indignation worked its way into your brain. You found your voice, finally.

"Please, Lieutenant." You whined breathily, pulling Ghost's rank in an effort just to get him to give you what you wanted so desperately. Ghost groaned behind you, and gave your ass a light slap before you could feel him aligning his tip with your entrance. König halted his thrusting up into you to allow you to get used to the size of Ghost inside you. Thankfully, he was going slowly, but the slight burn made you collapse onto König's chest. There was no doubt about it, your Lieutenant's size was nearly unbearable, and yet you couldn't get enough of it.

The feeling of the both of them fully seated inside you made your brain completely shut down, and a König let out a shaky breath as you pushed back against Ghost, his hands in a bruising grasp on your hips. They began to move in tandem, and it wasn't long before another orgasm washed its way through you, König meeting a similar fate. His cock twitched inside you, but he made no effort to remove himself as Ghost used you to chase his second high of the night. A hand trailed up your back, wrapping fingers in your hair and tugging, your broken moans echoing throughout the room. Just when you could feel black encroaching your vision, and your knees began to give out, Ghost's rhythm faltered once more, and he halted inside you, emptying himself with a moan you were sure you were going to remember forever.

The three of you stayed like that for a minute. Every part of you ached, and the intense heat and discomfort from before was replaced with a dull pain between your legs, and the telltale signs of a headache were approaching. Ghost tapped your back, signaling that he was going to pull out, and he did so agonizingly slow, your body twitching below him. König followed, his massive arms wrapping around your frame, pressing a soft kiss to your sweat-covered forehead.

"Did so well, maus, you did so well for us." He whispered his praises, peppering kisses on your face. Your head was absolutely swimming, and every word spoken went in one ear and out the other, A piece of cloth dabbed at your face, and you realized Ghost was using his shirt to wipe your face of the sweat and tears that stained.

Dressed. You have to get dressed. You have to get up and leave.

Just the thought of standing was nearly painful, and you slowly got there, König's hand under your arm to help you. Your legs shook aggressively, and he chuckled. You leaned against the table, and to your shock, Ghost began to help you with your clothes, beginning to slide on your pants. You'd never seen this side of Ghost before, and to be honest, you weren't sure it existed until now. Once you were relatively clothed, you sighed.

"How are we gonna explain this?" Your voice cracked, and König's eyes went wide.

"I... Uh, scheiße, I have no idea."

"You both are useless. We were hit with an unknown gas, Echo got sick, so we decided to wait it out before calling exfil." Ghost plugged his earpiece back into the communication device, and spoke into it, relaying the information, and switching it off again. "We'll be out of here in 30. Let's go."

You followed his direction silently, but your mind was racing with questions. How would you navigate being around him on base? You weren't around König as much, so that wasn't a huge concern. Would you ever be able to look at him and not think of the time he came in your throat? You resigned yourself to your fate of ignoring the two as much as possible. Try to forget what happened.

When you exited the room, you scooped down to pick up your once-abandoned gear, and sighed as you strapped in, your eyes once more adjusting to the cold, dark hallways. König nudged you, and picked up his hood, shooting you a concerned look.

"You want to say something." He stated simply, his eyes glancing up as you walked, trying desperately to ignore the dull ache.

"I just..." Should you be honest? Ask outright how to navigate this? "How do y'all want me to, like, be?"

Ghost stopped in his tracks, turning around to face you silently, and König tilted his head to one side. You continued, "Is this something we keep a secret, do you want me to forget about it... What do you want me to do?"

"Absolutely fucking not." Ghost's response was almost immediate. "I don't know about this one, but I am not letting you go now. Not unless you want me to, but," He stepped closer to you, the eye contact he was forcing was almost dizzying. "It seems like you don't want me to."

And he was right. That one fact, exposed like a raw nerve, hung in the air.

"Hope you know how to share your toys." König spoke, ruffling your already fucked hair, and the scrunch of his eyes told you that he was smiling under the mask. Ghost exhaled, turning back around.

"I guess I'll have to be, huh? Get on, we need to get the fuck out of here."

Ich kann es kaum erwarten, ich muss... "I can't wait, I have to..."

Ich konnte nie genug von deinem Geschmack bekommen. Du bist göttlich. Du bist göttlich. "I could never get enough of your taste. You are godlike. You are godlike."

Maus "Mouse."

scheiße "Shit."

#ghost call of duty #ghost x reader #ghost x könig x reader #könig x reader #könig call of duty #call of duty fanfic #cod fanfic #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley

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thatdeadaquarius · 1 year

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Was reading thru ur answered asks again (also hey lol i CAME BACK--) and like. Oh my god. It gave me The Most Idea.

So you get isekaied to Teyvat right? They hear your og language, they revere every single worf from your mouth, yadda yadda yadda. But like. How does SLANG AND THE OTHER ASPECTS OF UR OG LANGUAGE translate. I am having VERY heavy flashbacks to Pokemons "jelly filled donuts".

So like-- for example: (this is the first one that came to my head dont judge me i am tumblr trash) (lets also assume that traveler has perfect understanding of ur language and slang and all the nuances of it)

Lets say you and the traveler were hanging out with some of the Vision holders, and the traveler had some shenanigans and pranks or something planned. After they pull their shit, you say "i hate you so much (affectionate)". Which kind of throws the Vessels in for a loop because like-- their god literally just said they HATED someone. And hate is a PRETTY STRONG WORD. So they should DEFINITELY strike them down for catching their gods ire but-- AFFECTIONATE????? how does one hate someone affectionately???????? Does this mean their god hates the traveler but decided to recind their hate last second? Is it some form of Divine and Holy emotion that cannot be described by the mere words of their language????

Meanwhile youre just there vibin and having a blast with the traveler while you casually give them a philosophical crisis AHAHAHA

Another example is shortened words-- because i know teyvat doesnt have shit like "ily" or "omg" or "lmao" or "fyi" or "brb". Because honestly, without the cultural knowledge and background of the internet, these sets of letters are just fucking GIBBERISH.

And i know that like-- i know enough internet slang abbreviations that i can literally just talk in jumbles of letters, so how in the WORLD would the vessels interpret that? Because its very clear that their god is just using the letters of their language, HELL they might even use Teyvatian letters so what in the world are they saying????

So theyd just hear a convo between the traveler and reader thats like:

Reader: traveler, i gtg asap; tldr i forgot some stuff back in the cr brb

Traveler: wait fr?

Reader: yeah fr

Traveler: lol f

Reader: (sighs) ffs man-- anyways brb for real

Traveler: cya

And the vessels are just watching the exchange like "huh?? What????? What just happened here??????" And theyre just wondering if they used teyvatian to talk in the "divine language of the gods" but nah-- yall are just dickin around AHAHA

Hey, so it came to my attention some of this was AAVE, and while i am southern so things like "ya'll" got included w/o me thinking - thats not an excuse for me to use this as a white person.

so if you wouldnt mind letting me please know if i do this as we talk abt language more and more - i do not want to repeat shit like this again.

I'm genuinely sorry to any black readers out there.

I've personally seen and cringed with you when I see imagines/reader things that assume a white person as default,

All I can do in ur eyes is promise that I am actively putting a stop to my ignorance of things like AAVE, and ask for forgiveness (which you arent obligated to give, never feel that way).

So with that in mind, read the ask below with caution, although it has since been edited.

____

ITS YOU!! >:D

A treat for ur ask my liege 🤲🍪✨️

I think u were literally the first asker after my first SAGAU/Isekai language brainrot post!! Omg u came back with a banger LMAO

What in the public menace is this...

(Gif is traveler and u pranking bitches)

Traveler knowing our world + language + SLANG?? INTERNET?? is SUCH A CONCEPT

So much room for inside jokes

I absolutely love the first one u said about phrases these days/gen z ig? slang

Its like so dramatic now that i think about it

Hate / love / dead / die / just straight up threats towards ur friends as affection or if theyre annoying u 😭

So many explicitives that make it hit harder too "go fucking die, my love <3"

^^^Or yeah like contradictions lol

♤

I think it was @nexylaza (srry abt the tag!) who replied to one of my earlier asks about blunt language how that might sound like to Teyvatians like ur emotions sound more extreme than what u actually feeling (which makes sense ur literally using hate = mildly dislike LMAO)

Same situation here like what u said ^^^

♧

(Ok i did lovely Aether awhile back so we'll go w/ Lumine this time! <3 u Aether!!)

*idk at an event/party for your arrival or something, and ya hungry fucks r hoarding the buffet table lol 🍻

You: "Shut the fuck up Lumine-"

Lumine: "Why r u pouring ur drink like ur in a earthquake lmao? Shaky hands lol"

*The immediate area of people around you go dead silent

*Lumine laughs

💀💀!!

Lumine: "Your gonna miss our cups LMAO"

You: "Bitch!" (u grinnin too lol)

*the whole rooms now quiet 😭

Lumine: "Don't spill- 🤣"

You: "I fucking hate you u whore <3"

(And u give the most genuine like abt to laugh smile🥰 )

*...a confused and kinda scared tension fills the room lol

*So poor Noelle, is like, oh. my. god. Creator is that upset with Lumine?? I must try to see what happened, how I can help! I dont remember Lumine doing anything bad to them! Shes wonderful y u do this to her 🥲

Noelle: "Uh, um, e-excuse me? Is every-everything al-alright, Y-y-your Majesty?"

You: "Huh? Yeah why??"

Noelle: "...w-well..."

UR FACE LIKE "😗?" LMFAO

*The room is staring at Lumine, in a mix of like shock, fear, and a little admiration for taking ur hate?? mood swing??? so well,,

theyre just waiting on Noelle to get an answer from you as to why you hate someone u seemed to care so much about, esp since they were ur first vessel 💀

look what you did their poor hearts u gonna give them a heart attack soon

Noelle: "A-a-a-a-are y-y-you s-sure??"

SHE IS SWEATIN

You: "🤨🤨??"

*Lumine finally notices why theyre all quiet and kinda concerned looking, bc u sure as hell wouldnt 😭 (i mean it is normal speech for u)

And Lumine's like: "No Noelle we're all good! It's just how Your Grace's home world, er, speaks for slang? Its overexagerated purposely dont worry love"

...

*Im sure they dont all believe her (or even you if u tell them 😭) and are just like,, REALLY NERVOUS CHUCKLING WHILE LIKE SWEATING-

And it takes a good like 10 minutes for the conversations to start getting back to their volume again, and they all still are looking over their shoulder checking on you guys 😰

(U did pour drinks w/o spillin tho🍻)

♡

THE TEXTING SLANNGGG

Ok, but u and Lumine would fucking write letters to people, and being the little shits pranksters u are,

(Bc u kno Teyvat dont got nothing else bc we're in the medival ages, besides having cameras- 🙄 )

And u guys r constantly-

"oh yes yes, that sounds all well and good Keqing, please inform the Qixing that I'll be there ASAP"

AND THEN-

"oh haha, silly me, i forgot that only Lumine/you get that stuff, sorryyyy 😋!!!"

SOME PUBLIC MENACES LMFAO PLEASE

And it just spreads to ALLLL the official documents u write or literally any letters sent to anybody-

And everyone else is feeling like the friend that got sacrificed to walk in the grass instead of the sidewalk 💀💀

While also being like "??¿?¿??? 🥲🥲😀😀???"

Is this ancient code?? Why does Lumine get to know it??

Why dont the like??? really old deities understand it??!!

But then nerds like Tighnari, Albedo, Alhaitham, Zhongli, Sucrose, Ayaka, Kokomi, Xingqiu, Childe, Yanfei, Shenhe, Kazhua, Sara, Ayato, Heizou, Cyno, Kaeya

Try to "solve" the letters or slang, poor things and not a single one of them gets it (y did u do this to them lmao)

(God i finally looked at a character list so i wouldnt leave anyone out, but theres so many of these fucks by now help)

^^^But all these ppl try to solve it in different ways/for different reasons that im too lazy to type out individually, u can see it right??

Some see this as an ancient scholarly code thing, some of them think of it like a rlly hard puzzle, and some just rlly want to put the mental effort into knowing/not being left out 😭😭

And if anybody happens to see some letter exchanges w/ Lumine or like any written responses, you do not. stop. using. text slang. back to back.

(Like what u put in the ask💀)

And its so miserable for those characters mentioned especially, bc they look like scrambled letters 😭

Honestly them seeing u two talk to each other via letters just proves that the letters even mean anything at all to them, bc how did u understand each other, otherwise???!!

(No one would ever realize u guys were fucking around unless u told them 💀)

✨️Sorry✨️this✨️isnt✨️that✨️great✨️i✨️just✨️wanted✨️ to✨️ expand✨️ on✨️ what ✨️u ✨️already ✨️had ✨️nothing ✨️new✨️ 🧚🏽‍♀️🧚🏽‍♀️

I felt feral and out of it when i wrote this, i literally dont remember a single word i typed on that bullet list..

SO i still have asks/requests im gonna answer but i will be posting my follower event poll!! CLICK ME :) ♡

Yall get to choose what i write about for some posts :D

(You can be a new follower!)

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waitingforwinterwinds · 1 year

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A Clash of Kings - 57 SANSA V (pages 733-739)

Sansa prays before joining the women in Maegor's Holdfast, while outside the city, the fighting has begun.

Joffrey drew his sword. The pommel was a ruby cut in the shape of a heart, set between a lion's jaws. Three fullers were deeply incised in the blade. "My new sword, Hearteater."

he doesn't deserve that sword, give it to meee- hang on... Isn't his new sword... well who owns Widow's Wail then? The Valyrian sword made from half of Ice?

brb, wiki... Ahhhh, too early for Widow's Wail. That comes later, I got my timeline twirled. ... he still doesn't deserve that sword and they should give it to meeeeeee. should have called it Lionheart, for the punception. It has a lion with a heart in it's mouth, Lionheart is the nickname of one of the King Richards, and Joffrey is a dick. It all lines up. (If that last part confused you, 'Dick' is the nickname for 'Richard.') It all lines up!

"They say my brother Robb always goes where the fighting is thickest," she said recklessly. "Though he's older than Your Grace, to be sure. A man grown." That made him frown. (...) He wheeled his horse about and spurred towards the gate.

!!!!!!! YASSSSs, oh, burn. Subtle, and (more importantly) she got away with it~ Recklessly is right. But I suppose with the weight of the impending army looming over them, now was the time for slights and needling, cause he's too busy imagining how awesome he is(n't) going to be. ... as long as he doesn't remember it later, after he major fails...

No, but it probably does help that Joffrey's being sent to 'man 'command' a particular part of the war effort where he won't be in as much danger without it being obvious he's being kept in the safety box, so his ego isn't as much on the line.

It's interesting how the line changed between show and book, iirc Sansa pulled the "and he's only a pretender" in the show, not just saying Joffrey's young and inexperienced (an absolute baby, whiny child n00b) but actively/backhandedly mocking his legitimacy. Provoking him to go fight in the thick of it (and perish). Which would have been far more dangerous to say, if they'd left show Joffrey as unhinged as book Joffrey.

Sansa knew most of the hymns, and followed along on those she did not as best she could. She sang along with grizzled old serving men and anxious young wives, with serving girls and soldiers, cooks and falconers, knights and knaves, squires and spit boys and nursing mothers. She sang with those inside the castle and those without, she sang with all the city. She sang for mercy, for the living and the dead alike, for Bran and Rickon and Robb, for her sister Arya and her bastard brother Jon Snow, away off on the Wall. She sung for her mother and her father, for her grandfather Lord Hoster and her uncle Edmure Tully, for her friend Jeyne Poole, for old drunk king Robert, for Septa Mordane and Ser Dontos and Jory Cassel and Maester Luwin, for all the brave knights and soldiers who would die today and for the children and wives who would mourn them, and finally, toward the end, she even sang for Tyrion the Imp and for the Hound.

Anyone still making arguments that Sansa remains classist, selfish, uncaring and unsympathetic for the duration of the story, and can't understand any of the horrors of war because she was being coddled and had a flush ride through the whole war/story, can take their arguments, and shove them so far up their own ass, they puke them back out.

Sorry, that was rude of me.

I just am having feels right now, (!!!! one of which is fear! holy shit that lighting! oohhhhh Storm is here. That thunder was so loud! even through my headphones!) about how Sansa is just 'one of the masses' right now, just one of thousands who's trapped and scared and praying for help from gods who might not answer.

Still snubbed Joffrey though, nice.

... Shae continues to have zero fucks to give about Lollys' trauma or mental state. But neither does her fam.

Beaten silver mirrors backed every wall sconce, so the torches burned twice as bright; -

I would be interested to know what kind of torches, exactly. For the mirrors to be effective for any length of time they'd need to be carefully positioned so they don't get coated in smoke and ash, and the kind of torches my mind goes to when people say torches in a psuedo medieval European setting is a stick with soaked rag, which, fun fact, doesn't actually last very long. like half an hour iirc.

Would love to see these sconces (I'm a sucker for a good wall sconce), I've seen some really nice candelabra in C-Dramas, candle and oil lamp based, and they have reflective panels shaped like leaves. I need, just so many of them.

... "Ilyn Payne holding Ice" *represses urge to hiss like an umbraged cat*

My feelings on Cersei in this scene are a little complex, on the one hand, I do appreciate that she's not hiding truths from Sansa, regardless of whether Sansa is taking them on or not, on the other hand I know she's 99.99% doing it to instill fear in Sansa, likely as a way to assuage her own fear by giving her the illusion of control over something in a situation where she has none.

Ohhh, good thing this chapter was short, the lights keep flickering. Stupid storm.

#a clash of kings #a song of ice and fire #sansa stark #a chapter a day reading #acok #asoiaf

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awkwardsapphic · 1 year

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The RWBY soundtrack is not released yet, but it is already such a good one.

Each songs in the volume gave me a different emotion and I think it’s so powerful to be able to that.

Long post about me saying how much I love the songs :

Inside is giving me the chills dude, I had a running gag with a friend but everytime we started an episode we just told each other “Oh, the banger opening” and for reason ! The composition is so incredible and I’m just banging my head for 4min straight. If I don’t scream at the chorus consider me dead. When all the voices are on each other, oh boy, followed by the chorus again. Yeah I’m eating it.

Checkmate is such a bop, the first notes start playing and you already know you’re in for a good song, a good fight and a good moment. Try not to dance challenge : impossible. I don’t have a lot to say about I just love it very much.

Chatterbox omg, we only have 1min of it and it’s why I’m waiting for it the most. The way Casey sing the first word, I’m on my knees. I can guarantee you it’s a song going full volume, sorry for my Neighbors but it’s for the best. (Bonus point at the “I said I wasn’t done with you yet!” from Yang but that’s because I’m a lesbian).

Worthy. It’s... yeah... I feel so fine listening to it. I mean, I’m so light-hearted everytime. I could talk so long about it to say the same thing again and again because it is just a “don’t worry, everything is going to be alright” song. I can listen to it without crying now tho ! (well not when I’m seeing the scene, the confession really is my favorite moment of the volume) But yeah, Worthy is relaxing and hopefull, I love it, really do and it’s playing at my wedding idc.

And a total change of atmosphere with Trapdoor but oh man I love this song too ! It’s such a powerful song and I am getting the chills (yes again), the tempo is so great. I can’t even put into words what I feels about this song because it has such an impact on me. Yeah this is a masterclass.

I’m listening to Quiet when I’ve an insomnia. That’s it. This song relaxe me so much, I’ll just be lying down and I stop thinking about anything. Quiet is peace, nothing else, feels like an happy dream, an old blurred but nice memory.

RED LIKE ROSES FILLS MY DREAM- Anyway, Guide my Way uh ? Yeah, I’m acting cool, it’s not like it’s something I waited a long time. No but for real, my expectations were high but holy shit it managed to be even better than my most amazing dream. I’m telling you I screamed when I heard the first notes, everything is perfect, nothing else to say.

The Edge giving me the same feelings than Worthy and Quiet combined. It’s such a good closure, it’s hopefull, peacefull, relaxing and amazing. It work so well as a goodbye, as a “we’re seeing each other again soon” and I love that so much. The It’s just beginning/It’s just ending crying my eyes out brb.

I just wanted to rant about how I love the songs in this show and how it’s really a big part for me. If you read all that, well hope you liked this punch of positivity because I really have nothing bad to say about it. It was just really me trying to spread as many love as I can. Have a good day, or night, don’t forget to drink water, eat and take your meds if you need to.

#rwby #rwby spoilers #rwby9 spoilers #Casey Lee Williams you're insane (flattering)#I'm emotional again #long post #textpost

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double-shot-of-tequila · 7 months

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just finished the last chapter ever of the walking dead! i feel dead inside. got no tears left. can't stop sobbing nor shaking :3 brb gotta go kms

#daryl dixon #the walking dead #twd #twd daryl #rosita espinosa #or is espinoza??#anyway #twd season 11 #s11e24 #carol twd #rick grimes #michonne #judith grimes #commonwealth #alexandria

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yourlocaltrashpandaa · 9 months

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OMG!!! OMFG!!! 😫

how FRUSTRATED I was watching the Thundercats 2011 reboot..

What they did to Tygra & Lion-O’s relationship.. 🥺 they were friends in the OG!!! Lion-O even told Tygra that HE WOULD BE THE NEXT LORD OF THE THUNDERCATS IF ANYTHING HAPPENED TO HIM!?!? They were supportive and understanding of each other!! Tygra was his second in command!!

And they pulled THAT SHIT!!! 😤 it could have worked SO WELL to have the two be adopted brothers.. could’ve showed their bond in an even deeper level as family! And HELL, if they were so dead set on having “family drama” between them.. it would have gone better in a more “misunderstood conflict” way.

Like Tygra still has his insecurities, he’s still a bit shy on the inside.. but hides it all under a public false mask of arrogance! Doing all he can to support his brother from the sidelines without Lion-O even knowing that Tygra truly cares about him.. only later learning he’s been protecting and supporting him THE WHOLE TIME during their journey across Third Earth!

AND NO LOVE TRIANGLE WITH CHEETARA!! That literally cheapened all three of their characters so much in the reboot.. 😒

I was also a bit disappointed by the lack of Magic in the reboot too.. ngl.. also, They shouldn’t have taken away Tygra & Cheetara’s psychic abilities!! Those were cool as hell!!

Perhaps Tygra could’ve been trained with the clerics to help him better control his abilities, and THAT would be how he met and fell for Cheetara!

… I might go rewatch the OG show after this.. brb..

And sorry for the rant Local-Trash-Panda.. 😅 hope you’re having a good day/night wherever you’re at!

This^ I was just thinking about this because I’m in the middle of rewatching the reboot as well as the OG show on Hulu.

And I was sitting there and I said: “you know, you could chalk up Tygra’s attitude to sibling jealousy and rivalry since Lion-O is crown prince and all the stuff.” Been the I was like: “they could have done it better.”

Yeah and about the love triangle, why is Cheetara such nonsensical flirt in the reboot. It’s dumb. The love triangle has no sense being there.

And to be honest, I wanna taking the reboot and chuck that b*tch so goddamn hard I send that shit into obit!

But the animation is clean though and also the character design. At least you can tell who’s who. But other then that I think the story was fine but the character personality and developing was garbage!

Oh! And one more thing, why did they only let Lion-O keep the sight beyond sight and not give Tygra and Cheetara their psychic abilities. So I agree that was a dumb move.

#thundercats #thundercats 2011

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totallyexhausted · 9 months

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Sick Mob with caring Reigen/ Ritsu...

Just small notes on one of the ff’s in case my computer deletes the files again (so I have like a triple backup)...

(Just random-ass notes for right now to have a back-up back-up for myself) - feel free to comment or motivate me lol jk brb crying....

Title: I’m A Product of My Anger

Mob, I hope you’re listening. Look how much you’ve grown up…

So if Mob passes out basically every time he exerts himself, where does that leave him after loosing control?

Mob hurt/ sick

Reigen caring and self-reflection

“This rejection- this hurt you feel, will pass, Mob,” Reigen said, clasping his hand against the teenager’s shoulder again as the ladder continued to cry. The older man bit his lip as he resisted the urge to pull him into a hug- he wasn’t one to lend out physical touch nor was Mob one to accept it often. Reigen sighed, running a hand through the 14-year’s hair, “How about some Udon, yeah? My treat?”

The 14-year-old nodded slowly, wiping at the tears and snot plastered against his sweaty face as he continued to cry; the sunflower dropping from his hand as he pressed his palms against his eyes- hoping to stop the dam broken inside him. He felt wrong. Hurt. Sick. His body seemed alien and yet so very his; and the air around him was getting hard to suck into lungs between blurry surroundings and tearful gasps. But perhaps that was just heartbreak- or his heart literally breaking. Because that’s what it felt like.

“Mob! What’s happening? What’s wrong!”

“Dimple?”

“Eh!? Do I look like a floating thesaurus for all things Esper? I mean- I mean it could be the fallout from his body losing control. Or perhaps this is the first real emotion Shigeo is willing himself to feel and that is bringing everything else to the surface? Maybe-”

“Like how he passes out every time he overexerts himself…”

“-then again, perhaps it’s the rejection causing his body to flip into overdrive. I mean I’m no expert on Espers, let alone Shigeo-”

“Dimple. Shut it.”

“Mob?” Reigen asked, pressing his hand against the teenager’s shoulder blades gently.

The boy lurched, gagging harshly as vomit splattered against the cracked pavement, and Reigen grimaced as the sound reached his ears; his own stomach turning. Mob retched again, his hands forced against the damaged ground, bile squishing between his fingers as his stomach continued to bring up anything it could find. His arms shook, and he panted, tears still trailing down his face as Tsubomi crossed his mind.

“Shigeo?” Reigen said softly, pulling the 14-year-old against him as he went limp in the older man’s arms. Reigen stretched his left leg outward, wincing as his sore muscles and twisted ankle protested, and he anchored Mob’s body against his own, letting the boy lean against his chest as he peered down to get a better look.

Reigen gasped harshly, his eyes tracing over cuts and bruises he hadn’t seen before, blood oozing down the teenager’s temple, passed his pale features, lining his hairline.

“Nii-Nii-san!”

Ritsu’s knees trembled as he dropped, his hands pressed against the burning pavement as he tried to focus on his brother’s limp body in Reigen’s arms. Tears flooded his vision as he traced over the cuts and bruises, blood splattered against holes in black clothing. Tattered shreds of his uniform, of his brother, and Ritsu let out a loud sob as Reigen readjusted the older boy’s weight in his arms. His head lolled slightly before dropping back, his hair falling away from his face, bloody trails marking up his face, mixing in his hair before dropping against the pavement. His left arm hanging loosely; his movements still, except for the wind gently nudging against his body, his clothes.

“Ritsu,” Dimple appeared beside him, floating above loud sobs breaking free from the 13-year-old’s throat. The teenager reached a hand towards his brother as Reigen stopped next to him, and the ladder cried for his older brother again..

Dimple filled the younger boy’s vision, “Ritsu. Shigeo isn’t dead- he’s just unconscious.”

Ritsu choked, tears falling faster, harder as Ritsu looked back down at the ground; his hands digging against black pavement, his fingers hurting from pressure and blood oozing past cuts that were beginning to clot. He sobbed again as a small smile broke out across his face, relief flooding him as he tried to calm himself. Shigeo was okay- he’d be okay. He wasn’t dead. He wasn’t gone… Ritsu hadn’t lost him. This time.

After a few moments, Ritsu’s sobs

“It looks like you forgot to evacuate everyone,” Reigen said, eyeing the officer as they passed, “These boys were left behind.”

“Mom a-and Dad… they need to know- to see him-”

“Not like this,” Reigen interjected harshly, wiping away some of the blood splattered against Mob’s hairline, “They don’t need to see him like this.”

“What! They’re our-”

“They are, and they’ll love you no matter what- but I’ve known Mob long enough to know, he wouldn’t want them to see him like this.”

“Tsk, I’m his brother!”

“And you understand what happened- what he was like. You saw. I’ll take Mob back when he wakes up; when he can explain and talk to them. Otherwise, seeing their oldest son beaten, bruised, bleeding- will make them realize just how much of himself he hides. That could have a worse effect on them- on him- than what happened today.”

“I-I,” Ritsu shut his mouth, glaring towards the windows as sunlight bled through the tiny slats in the blinds. He hadn’t thought about his parents seeing Mob as he was now- bleeding, broken, unconscious. And so very still. The fact that Mob hid himself away for years, locked his true feelings inside himself, holding back everything he felt or thought- hurt. He couldn’t talk to Ritsu not because the younger hadn’t tried but because it was easier for the 14-year-old to keep his pain to himself than bother others. To burden them… If Mom and Dad knew, if they saw all the damage his emotions had done to the town, to others… to himself… well he was pretty sure they wouldn’t be the same- and neither would Mob.

“Sh-Shishou?”

“I-I can’t move well,” Mob’s voice was weak, his eyebrows coming together as his eyes fluttered…

“You’re okay, Mob. Don’t worry- I’ll be here. I’ll always be here.”

“I-I,” Mob started before gagging loudly, clenching his eyes as he tried to will his body to move with no avail… Reigen pulled him up gently until Mob was in a semi-sitting position, his head leaning against the older man’s shoulder, and Reigen glanced at Ritsu and motioning towards the wastebin next to his desk. The 13-year-old….

“Easy, Mob, easy. You’re alright…”

“M’so tired, Shishou.”

Ritsu had never seen this side of Reigen before. The softer, nurturing side. He always assumed the older man only saw Mob as a profit, an asset- someone he could use for his own benefit. He was a liar after all- a fake, a fraud, and the fact that Shigeo didn’t see the older man that way, pissed Ritsu off. But now… perhaps, the 13-year-old had only seen one side of Reigen- had believed Reigen would never put his brother before his own self-actions or desires. Was he wrong?

“Y-you’re bleeding!” Ritsu said gently, pointing towards the older man’s arm as blood continued to soak the gray material of his suit. Reigen hummed in response, bandaging several cuts on Mob’s fingers…

“Yeah, I know. Pretty sure some of my ribs are broken too- your brother didn’t exactly go easy on me,” Reigen chuckled softly as he pressed the cold compress against Mob’s forehead, “but that’s okay. I’ll take care of it after I know you and him are safe.”

“Dimple, Ritsu, keep an eye of Mob for a few minutes, will you?”

“Where are you going?”

“Across the street to see if the convenience store clerk made it back yet. The evacuation has been lifted, and I can’t get ahold of Serizawa.”

Ritsu pressed his forehead against his brother’s, wincing as heat burned against his own temple. Is this what he went through every time? Every time his powers got away from him? His emotions?

“Nii-san,”

“My-?” Ritsu stopped, looking down at his clothes. Sure, he had several bruises- but he wasn’t bleeding. At least, he wasn’t bleeding like Reigen.

Shigeo and Mob were two separate entities. They had to be. They needed to be. Because together, accepting of each other, they were dangerous.

“This isn’t good, Conman!”

“Dimple!” Reigen growled, glaring in his direction, and Dimple faltered as the older man’s eyes met his. His stare cold and

“Shh, Mob, it’s alright,”

“Nngh. My head,” Mob…

In one fluid movement, Ritsu flicked his hand towards the window before the curtains moved, covering the windows and blocking out the sun filling the small office.

Ritsu hold Mob’s hand--

“I’m sorry, Shishou, I-I don’t feel well,”

“I know. It’s alright. Just close your eyes and rest.”

“Ritsu, you should eat something.”

“No.”

“You’re no use to your brother if you’re drained.”

Reigen thoughts in bathroom inspecting his injuries. His parents had always wanted perfect. Ever since his older sister died. They always expected everything…. They weren’t the reason Reigen was a fuck-up, but they didn’t help. Truth is, Reigen blamed himself more than anything. There was too much guilt there. Too much bad blood he’d spilt. And he couldn’t let it go. He couldn’t forgive himself. He was too fucked up.

“Eh!? Reigen!?”

“I-I’m fine. Just,” Reigen wiped the back of his hand against his eyes, hoping to scrape any remaining tears, “Just give me a moment.”

Reigen bounced his leg as he leaned forward in his chair, staring at the dust collecting in the air as he listened to the oldest Kayama() brother’s breathing. He needed a cigarette… bad. But he’d been trying to quit as it had made exercising difficult, but right now, right now he needed a distraction. Something to bring him down, ground him. Besides smoking was better than some of his past vices… safer.

#sick mob #sick shiego #mob psycho #reigen arataka #Ritsu Kageyama #shigeo kageyama #set after s3 #sickfic

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