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vulpesverda · 5 months

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For heartsteel headcanons I imagine Kayn is not a great cook because of the burnt Mac and Cheese he made (with Aphelios's influence)from an interview. So what would the bands including Alune's reactions be if he cooked dinner for them?

IF KAYN COOKED FOR THEM?? Dear Lord, I hope they've been blessed with iron stomachs. Isn't his like, specialty Mac and cheese also made with potato chips, or something?

Also, Phel being a little stinker is something I live for. I love that man with every fiber of my being.

If Kayn Made a Meal Headcanons

Content warnings: gross food, minor mentions of gagging

Kayn

I'm going to say out right, I don't necessarily think he's an awful cook. But he did learn how to cook from a bunch of drunk college rock kids. Some of them were definitely probably crustpunks. His standards for food are not very high, so what he makes, he genuinely enjoys. And no one else except other people with low standards for food enjoys his food. He also doesn't have very much technical skill in the kitchen, so he was very much unaware that Aphelios's advice would in fact set the oven on fire.

That being said: baked Mac and cheese with a potato chip crust doesn't sound half bad. I just don't trust him to be the one to make it. Nor do I trust any other abominations that come out of his kitchen.

K'Sante

Starting off strong with the main man, the big cheese, he's not pleased. He may eat protein powder dry, but thats a choice he made that he knows is unconventional.

He's going to try the food, but he's definitely also gonna make faces. If Kayn seems like he's actually proud of the food he's made, I think K'Sante would pick up on it and try not to be too harsh.... but that doesn't mean he won't give criticism. I could see a conversation between the two going something like this:

KY: Do you think it needs more salt? Maybe it needs more salt.

KS: It most definitely does not need more salt. In fact, it could do with less salt. No more salt.

Sett

Canonically the best cook in the house.... I would reckon to say that if Kayn cooked anything, it would not be while Sett is anywhere in the vicinity. Watching Kayn cook would stress him out and make him become a mother hen, constantly watching over Kayn's shoulder for any mishaps. Especially after the Mac and cheese incident. Kayn is going to have to wait until Sett is away to attempt anything like that ever again.

If he does manage to successfully make something and serve it to Sett, much like K'Sante, I don't forsee him being terribly harsh... on purpose. At least K'Sante tries to hide his displeasure a little bit. Sett can't control it. His face contorts, his eyes twitch and water, his tongue falls out of his mouth. I feel like Sett takes his enjoyment of food seriously, so if it's something he doesn't like, you're going to know.

Yone

He's not gonna eat it. Sorry. He'd rather get take out. He's gonna take one look at it, say "No thank you", and open Door Dash. Plain and simple.

Should Kayn continue to pressure him into eating it (perhaps because he's proud of it), he might try it to humor Kayn. He'd take a small bite, and upon making a little bit of a face, he'd take a sip of water and tell Kayn he's going to pass. I don't really see a reality in which this doesn't end in a Door Dash order. In fact, it may already be on the way.

Ezreal

He's scared. He vehemently tries to deny Kayn's advances in this moment, and may even potentially be eyeing the nearest exit. He's going to whine, and maybe even try to pretend like he has stuff to do to get out of this.

I feel like Ezreal might have the most intense reaction out of everyone? Even if Kayn manages to get a bite if something into his mouth, Ezreal is going to whine, and maybe even gag. Please help him.

EZ: Do I really have to...? I mean, I did eat a pretty big lunch...

KY: Come on, Ezreal, just a little nibble? Hehe.

EZ: Oh! Uhm.. I think I hear Yone calling for me in the other room! Uh, I'm coming!

Aphelios

Now, I personally believe Aphelios knew that advising Kayn the way he did in the Mac and Cheese Incident was going to end in disaster. He did it because he thought it would be funny, not because he thought it was going to work.

So when he is presented with whatever the hell Kayn put in front of him, he's capable of recognizing it for the culinary abomination that it is. If possible, he's probably going to not make eye contact with Kayn while passing the dining room to avoid this interaction all together, pretending that the music in his headphones is too loud to hear Kayn. But, if it's unavoidable, he's just going to put a hand out wave it side to side as if to say "No thank you". I don't think anyone is capable of getting this man to eat anything he doesn't want to. Sorry not sorry.

Now, if he plans on playing a prank...? That's a whole other topic of discussion I can get into on a different post.

Alune

She's probably going to try it, not gonna lie. I imagine she's probably tasted worse. Aphelios has probably tried to get her to eat something nasty on more than one occasion, so she's been primed for something such as this.

She may not like it, by any means, but she's more than happy to give it a shot and help him improve on his culinary skills. If he's going to continue to insist on cooking for them, she's at least going to make it more bearable for herself if no one else LMAO.

Plus, as the band manager, she can't have anyone getting food poisoning. So this comes with the territory. Though... she may also suggest going out to eat instead.

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AN: Ahh, this was such a fun prompt! Thank you so much for your submission! I really enjoyed writing it. I can't wait to write more for this group as I've really fallen in love with thier concept.

#heartsteel #heartsteel aphelios #heartsteel ezreal #heartsteel k'sante #heartsteel kayn #heartsteel sett #heartsteel yone #league of legends #riot games #heartsteel headcanons

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renaiswriting · 7 months

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Baci di Luna (part 5)

Pairing: Choi Seungcheol/Reader

Summary:

Saying I love you was never easy.

Having to say it in a language that wasn't yours was not easy either.

Imagine the struggle of that, and now add it to loving someone whose family thinks you're a monster.

It can't be easy at all.

Word count: +4.1k

Warnings: Mentions of death, mentions of burning. (I think that's all.)

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"Noah, stop it already!"

Noah had been banging on the bathroom door for several minutes already, hurrying you to let him into the bathroom so he could take a bath, but you knew that more out of haste to perform some personal hygiene (because Noah had never been much of a baths' lover, no matter how short they were), he was looking for excuses to distract you from meeting Seungcheol.

Your younger brother was jealous, and although you would have usually found him adorable, he was starting to wear on your patience a bit.

"If you keep banging the door, I'll tell mom." You warned him. And this seemed to be somehow effective, because the banging on the door stopped for some time.

You tried your best to dry your hair with your towel, but it was still kind of wet.

You had put it on a high ponytail and your favorite pink lipstick.

"All yours." You told Noah once you stepped out of the bathroom, giving him a questionable look when you found him lying down on the floor.

Your mom was on the couch, knitting a new scarf for Arianna since she had lost hers in the move and had already made the whole house crazy by constantly wearing her scarves.

Your mom looked at you twice, the first had been a distracted glance while the second scanned you up and down, her brow furrowed.

"Dove vai vestito così?"

Until those moments you had avoided mentioning to him the plan to go out with Seungcheol because of this very questioning.

Your father, who had been more focused on taking inventory of the raw materials to make the various delicacies sold at the bakery, also looked up, one of his eyebrows raised. "Yeah, where are you supposed to go all dolled up like that? You're not supposed to work at the bakery today."

"I'm going to meet Seungcheol." You explained, trying to avoid sounding nervous, you didn't want them to suspect you liked the poor boy or anything, it would be all very awkward if Seungcheol came back to the bakery after that. Your father had always been known in the family for making jokes and hinting at the boyfriends and girlfriends his sons had had so far. He shrugged it off with a shrug of his shoulders. There was nothing to hide. You were going to get together with a friend. "You've already met him."

"Chi è Seungcheol? Non lo ricordo." Your mother asked , and you couldn't believe how she didn't remember Seungcheol considering how many times he had been to the bakery.

"Yes, I don't remember any Seungcheol either." Your father nodded his head, agreeing with his wife.

"He's tall, dark hair, big round eyes..."

"Quello del cornetto? Va bene, puoi andare ma porta Arianna con te."

You guessed that by now the Cornet boy had officially acquired the nickname Seungcheol.

"No! I can't bring Arianna with me; he's my friend. I want to be able to talk about things with him, but Arianna will get bored. Please, Dad?"

Your father looked conflicted. "I don't know. What do you say?" he asked his wife directly. "(Y/n) is old enough not to need a chaperone, don't you think? Maybe we should trust her with this."

"Dove vi incontrate allora?"

"I don't know, we were just going to walk for a while; we didn't agree to go to a specific place."

"Va bene, ma torna a casa prima delle sette." Your mother agreed, her index finger pointing at you. And that was more than enough time, it was almost four and you weren't even sure you would have something to talk about for more than an hour.

And that was more than enough time; it was almost four, and you weren't even sure you would have something to talk about for more than an hour.

"Where are you going?" Arianna asked, entering the room where you were all wearing her pajamas, shorts, and barefoot. Her eyes looked over your figure, stopping when she realized something. "Those are my earrings! Take them off; I was planning to wear them today."

"Sure thing, it absolutely goes well with your outfit." You replied, rolling your eyes but taking them off anyway, giving them back to her before finding some others to use instead.

One of your parents must have told her what your plans were for that day because Arianna walked into your shared bedroom whining. "I wanna go too!"

"Well, next time, maybe. I told Seungcheol it would be just the two of us today; I really want to make new friends here."

"If he's going to be your friend, then he has to get used to your family." She pointed it out, throwing herself on her bed, her legs resting against the cold wall. She had started doing this after and before every meal for some reason; apparently it was good for digestion or something like that.

"Well, yeah, but it would be rude to just show up there if he wasn't being told in advance. Why do you suddenly want to meet with him anyway? Does my little sister have a crush that I haven't caught on to?"

Arianna rolled her eyes and said, "None of that. But if you're going to where we went last time, I want to go there; they gave us food. It was delicious; I still want to punch myself because we didn't bring more."

You pick up your biggest pillow and throw it at her face, taking her by surprise. "Yah! That was not nice!"

"Be grateful for what they gave us; it was a nice thing for them to do. Don't act like a brat"

Ever since that night you went to Seungcheol and his friends' house, both you and Arianna had made a silent pact to never speak about it in front of any other member of your family unless you were looking for a punishment.

"And I don't think we're going there; we're probably just going to go on a walk or something like that, and I'll come back home. Next time, we can bring Noah to the lake and invite Seungcheol if you want."

"Sure," Arianna said, "bring Seungcheol for yourself and make me babysit Noah; at least bring someone of my interest too, would you?"

You raised your right eyebrow in her direction, looking at her with an expression that said, "I caught you lying to me."

"Like who?" You asked her, reaching for the ring your mom had given you to protect you.

"I don't know; the shorter one was pretty cute." Arianna replied with a shrug. Her hand was playing with her own hair, braiding it.

"And probably too old for you; why don't you try looking for some guy your age in town? I'm sure the butcher's son is a nice boy, and if you go out with him, we might get a good discount on fish." You joked.

"But I don't like him." Arianna protested.

"Well, then ask mom to introduce you to some of her friends' sons; I bet she would be thrilled."

Arianna complained a little bit more, but you ignored it as you made your way to the door, where someone was knocking.

Seungcheol was standing in front of the door, both of his hands in his pants pockets, and his feet were moving back and forth, resting all his weight on one foot at a time.

He was biting his lower lip, and when you opened the door, he looked like he was about to fix his hair.

"Hello," Seungcheol sighed with a small smile. His eyes traveled to how you were dressed that day before returning to your eyes. "You look really nice today."

"Thanks!" You replied with a big smile, looking over your shoulder when you heard footsteps coming your way. "We should probably get going before my brother finds a way to tag along."

Seungcheol's eyes moved behind your figure, and you realized a little bit too late that Noah had made his way to the front door before you could fly away. "If he wants to come, he can." Seungcheol whispered to you, sending you a reassuring smile.

"It's okay; he can come next time."

Seungcheol nodded. "One of our youngest probably might enjoy his company; he would love to have someone to play with."

You closed the door behind you as you both started walking. The day was pretty sunny, and it was really warm.

There was a gentle breeze that was caressing your skin and moving your hair gently out of your face.

"Oh no, just one sibling interested in your friends is enough." You joked, and just when you thought this would be just a comment to fill the silence, it seemed to catch Seungcheol's attention.

"Who's attention did my friends catch?" He asked with a teasing grin.

"My sister's; she swears she doesn't like them like that, but I'm pretty sure she would become as silent as a mouth if she's around them again."

Seungcheol laughed loudly, shaking his head. He looked quite relaxed, and his calmness was contagious, because suddenly all the nervousness you had felt while preparing was gone.

The path began to become more familiar as Seungcheol turned near Loco Thud's butcher shop. A large green wall opened up, leaving you in awe with each step you took closer to the forest.

No matter how much you saw it, the forest was still so beautiful that it seemed unreal.

"Where are we going?" you asked curiously, pausing for a few moments to watch a butterfly fly a short distance from your face.

"Are you hungry? I was thinking we could have a little picnic near the lake."

It hadn't been until that instant that you noticed the large backpack Seungcheol was carrying on his shoulders.

"I'm starving." You replied happily, touching your belly in anticipation of the food. "But you should have told me in advance; I would have brought some pastries from the bakery."

"No, it's on me. It was my idea. I managed to make Mingyu and Joshua bake these, though. So I bet they would taste delicious—probably not as good as the pastries your family sells, but I promise these will be good. I have tried them before."

"Trust me, I'm so hungry I could eat rocks." You joked.

Seungcheol made you walk to the spot where you both met each other the last time. There was a nice baby blue blanket on the floor and two tiny baby yellow pillows.

"When did you prepare this?" You asked, and it looked really pretty with the noise of the water running right next to your spot. The blanket was soft, and the pillow felt good under you.

"I bring these before going to your house. I wanted to ask Jeonghan and Joshua to help me, but they were busy. I got to steal Jeonghan's blanket though, so let's try to not demage it with food." He nervously laughed.

"No problem." You reassured him, stretching your legs and taking a deep breath of the fresh air.

Seungcheol opened his backpack, taking out from inside some orange juice, two cups, and a bunch of pastries. You couldn't help yourself but take a bite of one of the big, thin chocolate cookies; they were as big as your face.

Your eyes widened in amazement as a chocolate sparkle invaded your taste buds. The dough was so sweet, you felt like you could shiver with happiness.

Your hand scooped out some crumbs that had landed on your chin and clothes, covering your mouth as you continued to munch on the cookie. "It's so good!"

Seungcheol took a cookie identical to yours, devouring it in seconds. He nodded his head in approval, copying your hand position by hiding his own mouth behind it.

"These are Mingyu's; I always ask him to make this for my birthday because of how tasty they are."

"What did you promise him in exchange for these?" You asked him, laughing, "My siblings would make me pay them or do their chores for a whole month if I asked them to bake cookies for me."

Seungcheol laughed nervously. He had no idea how to tell you that he had promised Mingyu that he would take his nightly rounds if Mingyu accepted to bake stuff for his little date with you.

"I said I would do his laundry for a month." He replied instead. "Joshua was nicer; he asked me to do his bed instead for a week."

"You're the older one, aren't you?" You asked, nodding alongside Seungcheol when he confirmed it. "That's the blessing and the curse of the oldest; we can order around the house, but once they start growing up, they stop doing what we ask for if it isn't exchanged for a favor later." You laughed.

"Are you much older than your siblings?" Seungcheol asked and looked genuinely interested.

"Well, I'm three years older than Arianna and seven years older than Noah."

"You guys have such unique names," Seungcheol complimented. "I don't think I've ever heard someone with those names in town. I like them."

"Wait till you hear Noah's full name." You chuckled. "He's named after my mom's dying brother; apparently he asked her to name Noah after him. He's Noah Giovanni."

Seungcheol lay down on the blanket, his head on top of the small pillow, while his hands were comfortably crossed on his stomach.

"Two names? That's not usually the norm here."

"It isn't here. I had multiple friends and family members that had more than one name; some even had around three names."You told him, lying down just like he was, enjoying the way the leaves on the trees were moving with the breeze, and sometimes some sunlight would make a quick appearance here and there.

Seungcheol's eyes were already on you when you turned to the side to see him more comfortably. He sent you a small smile when you both made eye contact.

"What about you? What's your other name?" Seungcheol's arm was under his face, his elbow pointing at you. He offered some orange juice that you accepted happily, sitting for some instants to take a sip of it. Your eyes moved to the water, and you were tempted to take some rocks and throw them in the water.

"I don't have any; the only one that has one is my brother." You mumbled, "But my mom told me once that if she could give me a second name, it would have been Isabella."

"You don't have a middle name, do you?" You asked him after some seconds of complete silence.

"No, but why don't you give me one?" He asked, moving forward to get some pancakes that he had told you beforehand had been made by Joshua. He had brought some honey, sugar, and butter to put on it.

"Me?" You asked with a chuckle. "I'm sad to inform you that my naming skills are not that good. I called a bunny pet that we had for a little bit of jumping because it jumped around a lot, and that's on my list of top-named objects and animals."

"Good thing to know that I'm not an object, then," he laughed. "Go ahead; if it's terrible, then the name would never leave this place."

"Seungcheol Oliver." You announced it proudly. It was the name of one of your childhood plushies that you sadly lost years ago in one of your family's moves to a new house.

"Oliver?" Seungcheol chuckled, nodding his head, satisfied. "Alright, I like it."

You took a bite of one of the brownies that were carefully placed on a plate, taking another sip of the orange juice. "Today's such a beautiful day." You sighed happily, closing your eyes when some breeze touched your face, moving your hair out of your face and out of your shoulders. Thankfully, it was already dry, and some of your curls have finally started to form in your wavy hair.

"I'm glad you're enjoying it." Seungcheol replied happily, and you could swear you had heard a purr coming from somewhere. "How do you say that in Italian?"

"Oggi è una bellissima giornata." You told him slowly so he could catch the pronunciation of each word. He copied the sound as closely as possible, but his tickling accent made it a little bit funny to hear. You guessed that was probably how you sounded speaking in Korean as well.

"I wish I could speak Italian as well; it sounds so beautiful." Seungcheol sighed.

"But you do speak more than one language." You encouraged him, "Don't you?"

"I understand a little bit of English because one of my brothers speaks English, and I can introduce myself in Chinese as well. I can name random objects too, like doors or water."

"Teach me how to say Hello, my name's Seungcheol. I feel bad whenever I go to your family's bakery and your mom's the one attending it because I just can't say anything to her."

"Wouldn't it be easier if I told you how to ask for what you want to buy instead? I'm pretty sure my mom will know your name by now." You told him, trying not to laugh as you remembered what had happened earlier in your house.

"One thing at a time," he told you. Instead, his eyes were looking at you with such sparkle that you felt something warm run throughout your body, making you smile without realizing it.

And so you continued the rest of the afternoon eating and talking. Seungcheol seemed to try to memorize every Italian word that came out of your mouth with great effort, and sometimes, when he thought you were distracted by throwing crumbs of homemade bread to the small fish swimming near where you were in the lake, you heard him practicing in whispers the pronunciation of those words.

"It's getting late," you yawned. You had no sign of trying to stand up because you really didn't want the afternoon to end.

"Do you have to go home already?" Seungcheol asked, his face not making the slightest attempt to hide the disappointment behind his face.

"Yes," you sighed, just as sad as Seungcheol. The afternoon had passed so quickly that you were surprised as the sun began to set to give way to night. Time seemed to have flown by in the blink of an eye, and what had left you most pleased was that you had felt so comfortable around him. "My mom will scold me if I don't come back now. This Sunday, she won't let me eat the lasagna she's been anticipating for us since last week." You smiled at him.

Seungcheol nodded, understanding. "I'll walk you home, then. It's getting late, and it can be quite dangerous to walk at this time alone. Come on." He was standing up, his palm facing you, as he was waiting for you to take it and stand up as well.

His skin felt a little rough to the touch; there were some calluses on it, and a cut you had just noticed was still healing. A soft layer of pinker skin covered it. It was much warmer than your icy hands, and the warmth spread through the rest of your body, especially on your rosy cheeks, as I let him hold yours firmly.

A hiss interrupted the moment as Seungcheol let go of your hand with a great leap backwards. The movement had been so sudden that it made you stagger, landing you on your buttocks.

"Cavolo!" You swallowed your cry of pain, biting your lower lip, as your hands shot up in his direction, your knees digging into Jeonghan's blanket. "Are you okay?" You asked worriedly, your voice rising a little higher than you had intended. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to touch your wound; is it bleeding? Are you in a lot of pain?"

You felt incredibly embarrassed and guilty about what had happened. Seungcheol had been an angel to you, and you had only returned a wound.

Seungcheol kept his hand clenched with his other hand; his knuckles had turned white from the force he was using to put pressure on the wound. The muscle in his arm was strained, and some of his veins had been marked on his wrist.

Seungcheol was bent forward, snarling slightly.

"I'm fine." He replied that his voice had become a mixture of a whisper and a growl.

"Are you sure? Let me see! God, I'm so sorry," you continued, standing up and approaching him. Seungcheol turned the other way, preventing you from seeing his palm.

"Yeah! It doesn't hurt that much; don't worry." He breathed out, his eyes were closed into two lines, and his lip was being attacked by his upper teeth.

"Well, it doesn't seem like that; don't be stubborn and let me see!" Your hand pushed Seungcheol with all your strength, attempting to turn him around, but it didn't phase him at all. "Seungcheol." You insisted.

He turned around, checking how much it hurt when he started applying less and less pressure to it.

His hand was so red you would have thought he had put it straight into the fire; his burns looked third-degree, and there were already distinct blisters around a perfect circle on the inside of it.

The circle was a perfect copy of your silver ring.

"Che cazzo?! I think you should put your hand in the water. Doesn't it burn?"

"No, no, that's it. It hardly hurts anymore; we should go back; you should be home before your mother scolds you."

Seungcheol put all the things in his backpack, biting his tongue when some things brushed against the wound on his hand. Luckily, to ease some of the guilt you felt, he allowed you to help him put it away.

Seungcheol escorted you home as promised, and before you went inside, he grabbed you by the wrist with the hand that was still intact.

"Thank you for agreeing to hang out today; I had a great time with you."

"I had a great time as well; it was really fun! I'm sorry again for hurting you." You mumbled, moving your feet and avoiding his eyes. "But I promise I'll make sure to bring some pastries the next time as an I'm sorry present."

"Next time?" Seungcheol replied with a big smile, and his fingers softly brushed away some hair that was brushing against your eyes.

"Well yeah, if you want to. But I might have to warn you; my siblings will come as well." You joked.

"I'll bring some of my friends as well, then. I bet our youngest will want to make friends."

The door suddenly opened, and a woman slightly taller than you was standing up with both of her hands on her hips, looking at you angrily.

"Dove diavolo eri? è passato il tempo in cui ti dicevo di tornare! Perché sei andato nella foresta quando ci sono state così tante voci su lupi mannari e bestie pericolose?"

You had no idea how I had discovered that you had been in the woods without one of your siblings ratting you out, but none of them knew (at least as far as you knew) where they were going to meet; not even you knew where they were going until they arrived at the picnic already arranged.

You felt a little embarrassed with your mother mentioning the supposed werewolf in front of Seungcheol, but looking at him for a few seconds, he seemed to be as lost as you were.

"Should I apologize?" Seungcheol asked you; his eyes were wide open, and suddenly his posture was perfect.

"No, I think you'd better leave. We can arrange our next friend's outing these days; come to the bakery anytime you want. I still owe you a treat as an apology."

Seungcheol said goodbye to you with a smile, and in a few minutes he was already disappearing through the forest.

The pain in his chest began to increase proportionally as he moved farther away from you.

But he tried to omit it; he had been with you for hours, and by now that should be enough for his wolf.

We'll see you the next day.

The burn on his hand still burned, and he just wanted to get home so someone could treat the wound. He had been such an idiot; he should have paid more attention to your silver accessories. Who else if he didn't want to end up dead before he confessed to you that he was a werewolf and that you were his mate?

Seungcheol came home with a contented vibration in his chest.

It had been a good day.

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soartfullydone · 6 months

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and because i now HAVE to: riven and bastion

We are entering slight AU, non-canon compliant territory because it's the only way the twist with Riven is possible, but as long as we have fun, right?

Bastion should be focusing on the Silver, on Duane and Sette getting where they need to go, of ensuring Lady Ilganyag's plan is carried out. And he is! But he just can't get that Sharte rogue out of his mind.

Because a glamour, a true glamour, shouldn't exist, should be impossible, and yet there she was, wearing one as easily as you please. Did she know? Surely, she must know! But then, why hasn't anyone moved on this? Taken advantage of it for military use or espionage? Where is the money, and why hasn't Jeb Beadman either claimed the pymaric innovation for himself or prevented its existence if he can't?

Bastion needs answers, and he needs to study that Sharte like a bug. If he could crack the spellwork, he'd never require another patron again, could fund his every ambition and flight of fancy. He can't quite believe she herself was capable of such a feat of spellery. Aside from standing out in Sharteshane with her pink hair like a pimple on an arse, he sensed nothing remotely special about her. Could that be it? How much can a true glamour mask from all sight?

When Bastion confronts Riven, he expects her to deny everything, to deflect, to attack him. He's ready for every possibility except for what he receives: her utter cluelessness. When he demands after her real appearance, she argues that she's always looked like herself and that must've smoked too much purple weed. He plucks a pink hair from her head, shows her it's turned white, and wants to wring her neck when she rolls her eyes and calls him blind. "My hair's just light, ya arse!"

As much as that conversation goes nowhere, Riven eventually probes her da about it like "listen to this chucklesome lipflap," only her da doesn't laugh. He tells her she is glamoured and some horror-show experiment from her Copper mother and long-dead Plat father. That it was all he could do for her biological father to get her out of there and have them both live as expats. But it shouldn't change anything. She's more a Sharte now than she is whatever Aldish mutant they tried to make her—even if he cannot say how long she has to live.

Riven can't get out of there fast enough. She doesn't know what any of this news means. Alderode is supposed to be a bad story that doesn't quite feel real, not her origin. Coppers, Plats, what does any of that shite even mean? She's in a subsidiary of the Frummagem gang; if and when she dies, it'll be with a dagger in hand and another in her back.

By the time she returns, resolved, everything has changed. Nary's left, and the power vacuum he's left behind has ripped through the ranks. Bodie's emerged as the new gang leader, and Riven's da, her adoptive da, is dead. And she didn't even do what was expected of her, taking him out herself, wasn't there to defend the family. She's unfit to lead it.

(And she realizes that she wouldn't have wanted to kill him, but to protect him—the way she should've protected Sette while betailed girl was here, but she hadn't been brave enough or strong enough to do it.)

Bastion's job to coax her towards Alderode becomes easy. He can help her discover who her father was, if her mother still lives. Together, they can uncover the secrets of her existence and whether she is doomed to early aging and death or a longevity that leads to madness (or something new in between). If Riven hurries, she may also be able to help Sette and make up for her mistakes.

Not that Bastion intends to let her reach Sette. The route he gives her leads along a very different path.

He has Timofey monitor Riven's progress while he's busy and checks in on her when he's not. It's never too early to begin theorizing and experimenting with her glamour and what pymary is behind it, and Lady Ilganyag doesn't interfere.

Riven doesn't trust Bastion, but he's all she has while she's mourning the life and future she once had. He can answer questions about Alderode that she never believed she would need to ask. There is also an intense intimacy he brings to his examinations and treatments of her that she isn't used to. Isn't something like this supposed to be clinical and painful? Sometimes it's the latter, but Bastion is well practiced in drawing pleasure out of pain.

Bastion is also obsessive when it comes to all things pymary, particularly when it involves something he doesn't understand. The endless questions pile up. (Does the Dammakhert recognize her, or is she like a Soud? Will she react to the Etalarche curse? Could the secret behind her glamour help stop the transfer of the Weeping Plague? How is it done? What is it? What is she?) And it becomes all too easy for Riven to feel that Bastion's obsession with her condition translates to an obsession for her. The lines blur and blur.

Because of course Bastion's poking and proding becomes flirtatious and sexual. He can't not around a warm body and a pretty face, and Riven is a fun blend of prickly and easily flustered and so endearingly, foolishly brave. It's heady to find a Sharte that is capable of being corruptible outside of lawbreaking. (And maybe Bastion is darkly bitter that a Sharte criminal still possesses nobility and idealism with more clarity and ease than he does. Part of him wants to test and taint that with some darkness while another part of him is helplessly drawn to it all the same.)

The closer she gets to Bastion, the more curious about him she gets. Why does he always look like shite? (She's worried.) What, exactly, does he do for the Black Tongues? (Nothing. They're having creative differences at the moment.) Who is Tittybird? ("A nosy old bitch and the love of my life.") There are times he spills his guts and times he's elusive, but Riven can't seem to breach past his wall in either case. Increasingly, she is determined to do so. What's real in there? Now they're both like obsessive med students, studying each other like bugs.

So if this push-and-pull, give-and-take dance they're doing is what gets her to Alderode faster, where his equipment and the real fun work can begin, all the better.

I'm also enjoying the thought of Riven doing what she does with every person she wides up liking on any level, and that's acquire stuff for them that reminds her of them or that she thinks they'll like. It's her love language. I imagine Bastion will be amused by this (especially if she acknowledges Tirnasday), but he'll quickly get over it once she starts leaving too much random shit in his already disgusting hideaway lol

#not me giving serious thought to this whoops #oc: riven arnor #bastion winalils #unsounded #zacksfairest #ship prompts

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dearweirdme · 10 months

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“I've seen all those takes of fans shaming Jennie because of the role she's playing. Saying they can't believe Tae would choose a woman like that. That is so absurd”

Thing is, people have seen how hard Jennie parties. She knows no physical boundaries when she parties that’s why people think that her role is not far from her personality in real life. That’s why she said playing that role came natural for her.

And that’s why people tend to shame her. It wasn’t just because of her role but because of how she portrays herself in public.

She said she’s a fan of Sam Levinson’s works, so what does that say about her? People picked on her responses in interviews and her videos partying that’s why people couldn’t believe that’s who Tae would fall for.

I honestly couldn’t believe it myself. I thought he’d go for someone demure and talented, not a wild one, that’s why my initial thought after the dating rumor was shock. lol. I thought to myself, “So I guess boys will always be boys. They’d go for the easy ones in the end.”

My perspective have changed of course. I think Tae would still choose someone classy. lol

Hi anon!

Well, I personally do have a bit of a problem with views like this. Jennie does nothing wrong by partying hard. She’s having fun. And by judging her because of that, I feel a bit of misogyny is coming into play. Nothing Jennie does harms someone else. She’s the one having to deal with hangovers and bad takes from media and fans after having partied and if she feels okay with that, then fine. Not giving a shit about what people think is actually a good thing in her case, as long as she doesn’t hurt anyone. I’d feel the same if she actually was dating Tae, because that would be their boundaries to sett, not ours.

Jennie claiming she admires Sam Levington’s work could just be an empty statement. You’re kinda supposed to say that when you start working with them. But also, Euphoria (although not without controversy) is generally looked upon as enjoyable, so her statement wouldn’t be that off.

It’s a bit weird for me that some Wooga members get called out for being misogynistic, and yet when Jennie goes and actually claims her freedom that is a problem.

I don’t know Jennie enough to know if they would suit each other, I’ve seen many takes by people who agree that they don’t think they’ll match, so that might be right. But I don’t think her partying should be judged this harshly.

#taennie

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niemernuet · 2 years

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Last week of the off-season winter sports fandom challenge. Selfie of my mental state:

I can't believe we survived. Thank you from the bottom of my heart to @wunderlichkind for organising everything, and also to @ticiie and @the-dying-fan. You're all simply the best, and you made these long, ski-less months bearable. 😘

This week's theme is:

betting on the new season 😎

So...I don't really know...I don't have any excuse...

The Bet-a-thon

rating: T pairing: Gino Caviezel/Marco Odermatt, Justin Murisier/Daniel Yule, Loïc Meillard/Zoé Chastan (all off-camera only) characters: Luca Aerni, Tangyu Nef, Noel v. Grünigen, Camille Rast, Mélanie Meillard, Andrea Ellenberger, Thomas Tumler, Semyel Bissig, Daniele Sette, Loïc Meillard, Gino Caviezel, Daniel Yule, Marco Odermatt length: 1'400 words

The hall, aptly named The Hall, was near the station, and smack in the middle of a freshly refurbished neighbourhood. There were a handful of very hip cafés nearby, all held in subdued earthy tones and with expensive concoctions on the menu. They had landed in the one closest to the parking lot, all of them free again of the countless bags with material they had collected today. Thomi still wore the woolly hat that he had had to put on for the TV spot, though he had it shoved over his ears because even though it was definitely autumn now, it was a warm and sunny day. Daniele sat next to him, and warily eyed his frothy drink before taking a cautious sip.

"It's almond milk, not poison," Camille said from the other end of the couch.

Daniele looked at her, then at Luca. "Why are they here?"

"Wow!" Mélanie said with a deadpan voice.

"Misogynistic much?" Andrea added, and bit down on the complimentary cookie that came with every coffee.

Daniele rolled his eyes. "I'm only asking because we barely meet you during the season. How could you possibly check if your predictions come true or not?"

"We're trusting you," Camille answered with the same soft grin as before. "Do we have reason not to?"

"I invited them," Luca answered, and shoved his glasses higher up his nose. "Also Tanguy blabbed, and Mél threatened to snitch if we wouldn't let them participate."

Mélanie smiled cheerfully over the rim of her mug while Tanguy shot up from the big armchair he was occupying with Noel.

"I blabbed?" he exclaimed. "Who started talking in the middle of the bloody studio, surrounded by dozens of cameras?"

Luca rolled his eyes, and grabbed the small notebook next to his drink. "Anyway. Let's recap the past season. Easiest thing first: Who will be caught snogging first, by whom, and when? The answer was of course Gino and Marco, by Chris, and it was October 21 in Sölden. The winner of that bet is Semyel who correctly predicted the persons, and was only one day off."

Semyel punched the air. "Yes! I told you it would be before the season even starts but you wouldn't listen!"

"Second question was: How many times will these two be caught? Now, I'm not sure I have the right number. I've got five instances…anyone got more?" Luca looked up.

"After Sölden was Val d'Isère, in the team bus," Daniele said, and held up two fingers. "Then Adelboden, and the party in Beijing…"

"Beaver Creek too," Mélanie threw in. "They tried to hide behind Loïc's skis."

"And the one in Méribel makes six," Luca concluded, and looked over the list. "That means Noel is closest with nine."

"They're getting better," Andrea said.

"Still not good enough," Thomi muttered, and woefully looked into his cup. "Just once I'd like to enter a room without fearing for my eyes."

"Next," Luca continued reading from his little book, "Who will be banned first, for what and when? The first part was probably too easy because we all said Justin will be banned by Matteo from visiting Daniel but we were all wrong with the date because it happened in Madonna di Campiglio in December."

"I really thought they'd hold it together until at least Adelboden," Thomi said. "Who could've known he'd hitch a ride with Loïc from Bormio."

"Strictly speaking I wrote that Justin will be banned from the slalom team for shacking up with Daniel," Tanguy threw in. "Which he did, if you remember Matteo's screams. That's more precise than just 'visiting', so I say only I should get the point."

Luca looked over the crowd around the table. "Anyone for?" Nobody raised their hand.

"Of course we all knew what we meant when we wrote down 'visiting'," Semyel threw in.

"Against?" Luca asked.

"Fuckers…" Tanguy muttered as eight hands were lifted into the air.

"So, everyone gets a point for that," Luca said with his nose in the notebook again. "Next up we had: Who will have the biggest meltdown, and why? I think we all agree Kitzbühel is the winner."

"I don't know," Noel threw in, "I've heard Ramon's fight against the robot in Beijing was a sight to behold."

Luca and Andrea looked at each other. Andrea slowly shook her head. "It was more of a kick out of frustration, really, not a whole meltdown. Also he couldn't stop apologising to the robot afterwards."

"And everybody was talking about Kitzbühel," Camille spoke up. "Federica even asked me whether it's true when we raced in Kronplatz."

"That settles that," Luca said, and, with the tip of his tongue between his lips, scribbled something in his book. "Meaning that Loïc's outburst after Marco's unfortunate remark about his results wins. Thomi, Daniele and I get a point for guessing the persons, and Tanguy and Semyel get a point for the correct location, and Noel gets nothing."

"Cool…" Noel muttered, and wiped Tanguy's grin off his face with a well-placed elbow in the ribs.

Luca cleared his throat, and turned a page in his notebook. "Now the leaderboard. In second place with two points are Tanguy, Noel, Thomi, Daniele, and me. And the winner of this year's National Team Bet-a-thon is…" He paused as he shoved his hand under the table, and retrieved a bottle of wine, "… Semyel with five points."

Semyel held his arms up high, and pretended to savour the non-existing applause. "Thank you, thank you!" he grinned. "And to think I was out all season."

A buzz of activity broke out around the table as everyone dug for a pen while Luca tore scraps of paper out of his notebook, and handed them out.

"Write down your bets for the new season," he explained. "Same as every year."

For a few moments, nobody spoke, and only the soft jazz playing over the loudspeaker could be heard.

"We get points for guessing who will be banned, and when, right?" Andrea suddenly piped up.

"And where," Daniele added, and peeked over her shoulder. "Daniel in Chamonix?"

Andrea shrugged. "It's where Lizeroux lives, right? Things always escalate when they get together."

"True," Thomi conceded, and chewed on his lips. "But that's in February…last year they didn't even make it to Christmas."

Andrea thought about that answer. "Eh, they'll behave," she eventually said, and continued to write on her paper.

Again it was quiet for a while until Mélanie looked up. "Question! Does the person having the meltdown have to be an athlete, or can it be someone from staff?"

"Why?" Luca asked but Mélanie quickly held her paper against her chest so nobody could read her bet.

"That's unfair!" Noel exclaimed. "Everyone should have the same information so we can make our guesses."

Mélanie rolled her eyes. "Fine," she huffed. "My guess is that next year, Zoé will have the meltdown."

Thomi snorted. "Zoé? Never in a hundred…" His face fell as the realisation dawned on him. "They're breaking up?" he hissed.

"No!" Mélanie exclaimed. "Of course not!" She tried to continue writing but everyone kept staring at her, and eventually she rolled her eyes, and leant over the table.

"If you so much as hint that you know something I'll pull your teeth out of your urethra. Are we clear?" she whispered.

"Sure," Luca squeaked, and crossed his legs.

They all leant closer to understand her. "Someone may or may not have created a secret Pinterest-board titled wedding rings."

For a second they all pondered that answer.

"Loïc is on Pinterest?" Camille then asked.

"I don't even want to know," Daniele muttered, and scribbled his first answer through before jotting down a new string of words.

"You wouldn't know when he plans to do…" Noel asked but he could not finish the question.

"Coming!" Tanguy hissed, and threw his paper at Luca.

He had just time enough to stuff them all into the notebook, and hide it in the bag under the table before Marco crashed down over the backrest of the couch.

"I'm dead," he groaned into the worn-out pillows. "I never want to see a camera again."

"Stop wiping your makeup on my jacket!" Camille hissed, and pulled it away. Gino, Loïc and Daniel walked around the table, and sat down in the remaining free spots.

"I need a coffee," Gino sighed. "Or a beer. Whatever they have."

"What were you doing?" Daniel asked, and picked the bottle of wine to inspect the label.

Luca cleared his throat. "Just…having a little welcome-back-party for Semyel…nothing much."

Loïc leant over Daniel's shoulder to read the inscriptions on the bottle. He frowned. "You should have said something. I'd have known something better."

"Eh, we didn't miss him that much," Thomi said.

#osws fandom challenge #sports rpf #rpf #text #mine

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no-shxme · 2 years

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if you feel like giving a stuck writer advice.... how do you get inspiration when head no work right or produce the right words

hey anon, sorry to hear about mush brain :C my advice is scattered but i'll list what helps for me. it's long because im verbose, i hope you dont mind. skip around or whatever (SOB)

something that might help is literally writing about that shitty writer's block feeling. i dont know about you but when i write i usually have to write towards something. usually i have a fragment of a sentence or scene that i want to get to, or just a mood, etc--as specific or unspecific as possible. Then its simply a matter of spewing enough words to get there. I'm not sure what you're trying to write (or maybe you dont have an idea, i'll get to that) but if you're looking to warm up and loosen some brain cells and you can't think of where to go with your words then you could always write about how your head-no-work. cause that's a very powerful and potent feeling in itself. i dont worry about a full scene or anything, just spitting some words on the page about how im feeling, or a character that's feeling the same thing, is often enough to spark more. i think too often people get stuck in their writer's block bc it understandably SUCKS, but there's often something to be explored there, in a good way.

sometimes to get inspiration or get out of a funk i have to really switch things up. i listen to new music or stuff that i haven't listened to in a loooong time. i'll read a book or a comic or ill go look at some pretty art and see if anything clicks. adding to that, a break can really help. a day or two or a week or whatever where you tell yourself that you're absolutely not allowed to write anything. a break! usually i can do that for a day or half a day and then i'll be good to go. (that's also because i write every single day so writing is very much a habit for me, which helps. if it takes longer then that's okay.)

opposite of this, sometimes i'm especially desperate to get something done so i just brute force it. i dont really believe in only doing something when inspiration strikes, (though inspiration is helpful and so are breaks) so sometimes i just throw up all over the page. the worst dogshit ive ever read. and that's ok, because at least it's on the page and not trapped in your brain. even if it's literally just a summary of what happens in the scene. you can always go back later and add more/flesh it out/etc.

back to idea generating. sometimes if im out of juice i literally just take something i already like (movie, book, trope, for example: indiana jones) then plug characters into it (ff or otherwise), and then just twist said material until it becomes its own thing. usually the characters will do that themselves. for example. if i inserted sett and talon into a jungle traversing indiana jones au i know just based on their characters that there'd be friction, so we'd already be looking at conflicted allies (since i want them to be allies). but then you ask, how would they even be allies in the first place? logically i decide that they must want the same single objective in order to work together in an uneasy alliance, even if i havent yet figured out what that objective is. that's a start. then i can begin thinking about that dynamic and how itd work and how i can still generate tension. thats how i end up with the idea of them handcuffed together, both fighting over the same objective even tho they both don't get along. that was a really long winded way of me saying that sometimes writing character focused stories/fanfiction can get you bogged up because it's hard to get your character to do something. it can feel like a slog. dunno if you're having that problem or not but sometimes i gotta take a step back and figure out if there's a better way for my character to do things. i try not to force anything and think about how a character would actually approach a situation and then a scene pretty much writes itself. for comparison, my train of thought for building scenes isn't "character Y is going to do xyz and abc." instead it's "these are my goals for character Y, now how do they GET there?" and designing the plot around that. which i guess doesn't' seem like that much of a difference but,, imo it's a big one. maybe that doesn't apply to you, in which case ignore it lksfdjjklfsd.

uhh i know i have other tidbits or crumbs or whatever but this is what i can think of off the top of my head. i know those mucky muddy brain times are such a struggle so maybe something here can help. just know that it'll pass, eventually! whether you take a break, brute force it, fight it, etc. everyone's different, don't be discouraged! and remember that even dogshit on a page is better than nothing. there's no rule saying you can't revise your own stuff 15 hundred bajillion times. good luck anon!

#shx answer #long post #i know i word vomit but i hope it helps dsfjkljkflsdajkflsd #or at least is useful in some way #AHHHGHH feel free to lemme know if something else works im curious okay

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besiegedhunter · 3 months

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Part about Siracusa from Terra encyclopedia, I think you would like it.

It's on Chinese, but machine translation is comprehensible

https://m.bilibili.com/opus/895734117020205072?spm_id_from=333.999.0.0

Genuinely thank you so much! I was hoping to find a post about it but didn't know how to go about looking but there's some really interesting things in there. I'm going to have to throw some things around in my head.

But firstly I do want to discuss something I had theorized about elsewhere regarding Red that I actually called. I'll put it below.

So, only now I'm I reading the wiki do I think I'm wrong but also... not wrong? So ignore that.

Essentially there's a dorm theme called "Seven Cities-style Restaurant" which I had taken to be a reference to Sette Colli because Sette Colli is Seven Hills but apparently the Wiki now says it's referencing the seven cities in Northern Leithania which Wolumonde is a part of? I can't confirm or deny.

But the thing is, there's one furniture piece called "Real Wooden Accent Wall" and I believe there's another that references the wood of the seven cities. Which is the thing.

Red Riding Hood. The Big Bad Wolf. Grandma. The Woodcutter.

Regardless of whether it's Sette Colli or not, it planted the idea of the relevance of that in my head. After all it's the Woodcutter that kills the Big Bad Wolf and plays an integral part of the story and we've not seen anyone like that yet.

But we've know Siracusa has a lot of forests, it would make sense that woodcutters would be an important position.

This just flat out confirms it and in several points.

The Independence of Siracusa started in a logging camp (by a Fang no less). It's said that a Woodcutter is stronger than a mafioso because of how dangerous Siracusa's wilderness is because of the amount of wolves that exist there.

If Woodcutters weren't important, they wouldn't have been mentioned repeatedly and besides possibly the Seven Cities dorm theme, nothing was there to hint at it beforehand.

It very much feels like it's going to be followed up on and with Red because of her inspiration in Red Riding Hood and the relevance of the Woodcutter.

And it makes me wonder because 4.5 - Zwillingstürme im Herbst was a Leithanien event and I believe in both it's story and in Bassline's files does Siracusa's Independence and the breaking of the Güldenesgesatz by them get brought up.

Contextualizing it that a Wolf's Fang (Someone raised by Wolves) inspired them to do it and possibly broke it themselves, with this lore book with an odd emphasis on Woodcutting does feel like there's some forward momentum for Red's event.

I also think saying that one of the oldest legends in Siracusa is of y'know, someone raised by wolves and how they're the most bloodthirsty killer in Siracusa and how the concept of family is solidified as the core of Siracusa's culture and has it's roots, not just in the She-Wolf, but the wolf packs in the wilderness.

Further adds to the things surrounding Red and what she could be connected to.

I also think how animalistic the Fang that was found and inspired Siracusa's independence was contextualizes her further. Maybe in full. Like, they attacked anyone that got close and couldn't speak. Red feels like she's just a tiny bit better than that.

And maybe Kal'tsit found Red in the exact same way.

I... also want to question the situation this Wolf-person was in. Like I call them a Fang because they were compared to one but if that's the case they should, well, they should be a more capable fighter, have better clothes and weapons and have enough thought to not just be standing on the side of the road.

Like it's implied that the game has been going on for a thousand years per Emperor and this being a hundred years ago feels like it ought to have been prior to the current round of the game. So...?

Who knows. Maybe we'll learn more later cause this feels oddly important. Watch it be Ben, infused with the Güldenesgesatz to be made an ageless.

But I've dipped into rambling but lol since I dipped into Zwillingstürme im Herbst, I'm excited to talk about it at further length and it does feel like, as I said, forward momentum is happening for Red's event.

Let us hope it's soon!

Also cause I don't know if I'll cover my other thoughts on this lore under that concept alone: I also want to say how much this fleshes out Provence too. From expanding upon how important a Lupo's tail is, especially in Siracusa with it's importance on hair care but also what the Infected go through.

You can see why Provence is so proud of her tail and what it'd mean for her to go home I suppose.

Also the bit about the entwinement of family and like, the bit how Siracusa had bags of animal fur, claws and daggers when everyone else had instruments. Really contextualizes Siracusa's wildness even further and how even the common person isn't far removed from it.

I have lots of thoughts on Red and Provence (separately or together) so those were my priorities lol but anyway that's that. Thank you again for sending this to me. I'm going to be thinking about it a lot.

#ask #cn spoilers #I keep thinking her event is so close #with each shred of information on anything relevant #but when will it actually happen!!

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SKAM S03E01 - VOCABULARY

skam - shame

høy musikk - loud music

fredag - friday

pa - on

bra - good

både - both

dritdeilige - hot (prob slang idk)

nei - no

pulbar - doable (able to be achieved) (cont. hun er ikke pulbar)

hæ - what

tenker - thinking

at - that

enda finere - even nicer

fin - nice

fått så lav standard - do you have a low standard?

(så - such) (lav standard - low standards)

hva er det med deg? - whats up with you?

du burde vaert mye mindre kresen så stygg som du er - you should be much less picky as ugly as you are

(burde - should) (vaert - be) (mye mindre - much less) (kresen - picky) (så stygg som du er - as ugly as u are)

ingen - no

ikke en eneste? - not a single one? / not one?

Jeg kunne pult alle i første - i could have gotten with every first years

(kunne - could) (alle - everyone)

hør på meg - listen to me

kort, mørkt hår - short, dark hair

pen - pretty

har sett - have seen

Hun som ligner på Natalie? - does she look like natalie?

(som - as)

Jeg tror ikke du har kjangs - I dont believe u have a chance

(kjangs - chance) (tror - believe)

Ikke i dette livet eller det neste - Not in this life or the next one

(dette - this) (livet - life) (eller - or) (neste - next)

holdt på med - kept on with

han var hoy og mork, du er ingen av delene - he was tall and dark, you are none of the parts

(hoy - tall) (ingen - no/neither/nobody)

hvorfor skulle jeg bry meg om det? - why should i care about that?

Da vet du hvor standarden ligger - then you know where her standards lie

(ligger - is located)

Når en jente dater en 20 år gammel modell, skal hun ikke finne en til. - When a girl dates a 20 year old model, she should not find another.

(når - when) (dater - date) (år gammel - years old) (finne - find) (en til - another)

ta stæsjet - take the plunge (meaning: o make a decision to do something, especially after thinking about it for a long time)

Jeg stresser stresser like mye med det - I'm too stressed to have it

Ta det selv - take it yourself

Gjem det - hide it

Jeg kan ikke ha det pa meg - I can't have it with me

(kan - can) (på meg - with me[in this situation, usually just on me,with me, depending on the meaning])

ditt - yours

Bare la ham ta det - Just let him take it

(bare - just) (let - la) (ham - him) (ta - take)

Kjenner ham ikke engang - I don't even know him

(kjenner - know) (engang - once(?)[in this sentence it means "even"])

Hva prater du om? - What are u talking about?

(om - about) (prater - talking longly nonsense)

Du sitter jo og røyker med ham - Youre sitting here and smoke with him

(jo - here[in this case]) (røyker - smoke) (med - with)

Selvfølgelig - of course

gjør - does gjøre - do

er helt sikker - to be quite sure

Hva skulle dere gjort uten meg, da? - what would you do without me, then?

Hva skjer nå? Lukk døra. Jeg skal tisse - What happens now? Close the door. I have to pee

Lukk dora drit kjapt, da. - Shut the door, then.

(lukk - close) (døra - door) (kjapt - fast) (drit - shit, slang)

Ikke bare gå! Jeg ble sittende med han nørden! - Don't just leave. I was stuck there with that nerd.

(gå - go, walk, also: enter, hike, exit)

Jeg måtte tisse - I have to pee

(måtte - must)

Dama di - Your girl

Det her er dritkjedelig - this is boring.

(dritkjedelig - boring)

Halla - Hi (slang)

Lykke dil - good luck

Vi var hos Sana og røyka noen piller - We were at Sana's place and smoked some pills

(noen - some) (piller - pills) (var - were) (hos - at)

De var ikke blå - They were not blue

(blå - blue)

Tror det er de samme - I think they are the same

(tror - think) (de samme - the same) (ligner (på) - looks like)

lille - little

This little boy is actually a girl. Eleven.

egentlig - really/actually/in fact

Så sykt frekt sagt - So damn rude!

(så sykt - so rude) (frekt - rude) (sagt - said)

Nei. Hun er jo søt, hun - No, She is so sweet.

(jo søt - so sweet)

Hæ? Jeg bare kødda - What? Huh? I am just kidding.

(kødda - tuller/kidding[slang])

Seriously. I am kidding. I am sorry.

(helt serr - completly seriously) (unskyld - im sorry)

Emma. You are damn beautiful.

(jævlig - damn) (vakker - beautiful)

Vi stikker - we are leaving

Vet du om disse funker? - Do you know if these work?

(disse - these) (funker - work)

La meg se - Let me see

trøtt - tired

av det - of it

vil - want

sjekker - look for/search

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carcarcraziiv2 · 4 months

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Hi, my English is just terrible, so I write with the help of a translator.

If it is convenient and not problematic for you, please write to Heartsteel Sett 18+. I wanted a sex challenge, who would get tired faster.

I wish you comfort and pleasant holidays!

Thanks for reading it

I would LOVE- LOVE LOVE LOVE to do a Heartsteel Sett x Reader challenge. Don't have to ask me twice! Also, your English is fine! You're fine, don't worry about it :3 P.S. Sorry it took me so long :c I want to make my writing a little ~better~, and I was sick and it was the holidays and and and.... Anyway... WITHOUT FURTHER ADIUE, here you go!

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TW- SEX, the implication of lots and lots of sex. Different positions, even! Literally fucking until you can't fuck anymore. Cum, bunches of things, fun times. ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK AS PER USUAL!

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The chill wind was crisp across your flushed face as you and Sett walked through the park. Every day the two of you traversed the little recreational area in the morning to warm up for the day.

"It's so cold today," you shuddered, using your hand that was free from Sett's grasp to rub your arm. He released your hand, adjusting you into the crook of his body and encompassing your shoulders with his broad arm.

"I'm sorry, Babe," He looked at you, his brows furrowing in worry, his bottom lip pouting ever so slightly in light of his empathy. "Hey, I have an idea that will keep us warm. Something I have been thinkin' about suggesting actually." He smirks, and you raise a brow.

"What is your devious mind up to now, Sett?" You question, the hint of a smirk touching your lips. His expression turns to one of faux shock, his big hand coming to his chest as if to prove the point further.

"Devious mind? Me? Never!"

"Yeah right. Let's go home?" You smile, shoving him lightly. As if you actually could, though. His body is so firm and heavy it would take tractor just to move him.

"Good idea, that fits right into my plan," you watch him as he returns his attention to the path ahead of you, a small smile tilting the corners of his lips.

Getting home didn't take long, and the two of you plopped down onto your plush brown sofa, shedding your jackets, scarves, and gloves.

"So, what's your idea?" you push him, eager to hear what he has to say.

"Well, you know how me and K'Sante have like... stamina contests at the gym?"

"Yeah..." you reply, arching a brow.

"What if we did that, but with sex?" Sett was basically a puppy dog- wagging his tail and smiling with excitement. How could you turn him down?

"That's not fair, you're a gym rat. There's no way you won't beat me," a dramatic sigh escapes your lips, you pout and cross your arms. Sett grabs you up in his big arms, pulling you against his chest so that you have to look up at him. It's an odd angle, but Sett being the goof he is you're used to it by now.

"I believe in you, babe. I know you've got some tricks up your sleeve," he smiles down at you, and your heart pitter patters in your chest.

"Fine, but I get first dibs!" You jerk away from him, before using all your might to push him down onto the couch so he is laying flat. Sett can only look up at you in awe for a moment before acting the part.

You lean down and kiss him, soft pecks that turn into ravenous, carnal passion. His arm wraps around your waist, pulling you down impossibly closer to him. You can feel the hard muscles under his black t-shirt, your palm resting on his chest.

Slowly you release yourself from his lips, opting instead to pepper small touches and bites down his face, his jaw, nipping lightly at his collarbone. He groans, and when you look up at him you notice he is biting his lip.

He's so needy for you, he's already gyrating his hips like a horny teenager, seeking any sort of friction.

Sett grips you tightly for a moment, before you're lifted abruptly and flipped so he's the one on top of you.

"Sorry babe, you don't get to be a tease today," and you whimper when he lifts you slightly to yank your shirt off of you. You mimic his actions, lifting his shirt over his head. You take a moment to gawk at the fine specimen before you. Molded like a Greek God, Sett's physique and his hooded seductive eyes had you writhing beneath him.

"You know I love hearing your little noises, baby," Sett whispers, his cheek crushing brushing your own as he leans down and kisses your ear. The sounds of his breathing right there had goosebumps erupting on your skin. At this point, you didn't care about the damn competition or getting tired too fast, you were desperate.

"Fuck me, Sett. Please?" You place your hand on his chest, pushing him so that you can make sure he sees you biting your lip and giving him puppy dog eyes.

He didn't take much time in appeasing your request, tearing your pants off and unzipping his own. He was so turned on he didn't even bother taking them off, fucking you like you weren't planning on fucking the rest of the day.

Sett brings his hand up, beckoning you to suck on his fingers- lubing them up. He groans as you suck and bob your head, before releasing him. He takes the same hand, brings it down and smooths it over your entrance- one of his large fingers enters the threshold, pumping once, twice.

He pulls out suddenly, and thrusts into you abruptly. You let out a pitiful sounding cry as you are forced to acclimate to his size.

"So. Fucking. Tight," He shudders, pumping slowly in and out with each word to accompany his comment. Your hands come up to hold onto his back, and you have to entice him to go harder- not only for the sake of pleasure of because you're remembering- this is a challenge.

You gyrate your hips into him, and he groans- no growls- a deep rumble in his chest. The look he gives you is carnal, and his thrusts become ferocious.

"Ah, Sett!" You cry, his hand coming down and groping your front. The movements help you climb into what you were sure was going to be a mind-boggling orgasm. Electricity scattered throughout your body, his movements in perfect synchrony with your build.

"Cum baby. Fuck- please cum for me," Sett says, looking at you with his lower lip in the slightest pout. You can't help it, and stars erupt in your vision as you shatter into ecstasy. "That's it, that's my good b/g."

His praises nearly have you leaping over the edge again. His voice straining as he also reaches his peak. His body shudders over you as he stills, breathing rapidly as he pulls out and rolls you over so you are resting on his chest.

"Gods, you're perfect. That was perfect," he chuckles, using one of his hands to rub your back and the other to caress your face.

You decide now is your chance to lumber up, standing (still fully naked mind you) and stretching with your arms above your head. You knew what you were doing, and Sett was falling for it. You could see his cock slowly rising already, and you knew you were in for one hell of a ride.

Deciding to go to the kitchen for some water, you look at Sett and give him a wink before turning tail and heading in that direction. You could hear the soft ruffling of the couch cushions as he stood up to follow you, and you let out a little giggle as you picked up your pace toward the kitchen island.

You quickly ran over and pulled a glass out of the cabinet, filling it with water and turning around to face Sett as you took a sip. He was standing in the doorway, his arm leaning against it as he tracked your every movement.

The air was thick with energy, still saturated with the scent of sex. As you walked over to him, your smirked. You slapped your hand onto his chest, caressing down, further still, and abruptly stopped- handing him the glass of water. He grunted in response, rolling his eyes. Maybe you were the devious one.

He gulped down the water fast, used the back of his hand to wipe his mouth and prowled towards you. His grip not gentle as he whipped you around so you were facing the island, his hand moving onto your back to push you flush with the countertop.

"Ready for round two, babe?"

Sett is such an animal you might just win after all.

#Sett x Reader #Heartsteel x Reader #Heartsteel Sett x Reader #League of Legends x Reader #LoL x Reader #League of Legends Sett x Reader

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unsoundedcomic · 2 years

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In the TRPG, obviously Duane, Sette, Elka, Toma, Quigs are playable characters which function for fights, but how does, say, Matty function? Does he just offer passive bonuses that you'd be a fool not to take? Is he a required story character and then you have optional characters like Knock (Siya, Ruffles)? Is he actually part of the fights? I love the little guy, but I just can't imagine him being part of your main fighting party. Also, I don't want to sell Jivi short, but he's kind of borderline too, especially sitting next to heavy hitters like Duane and Toma, and since we're simulating the frustration with Quigley's build (lol) I'd imagine we're trying to portray these characters semi-realistically. So what abilities do Jivi and Matty have? Would you say there's a subcategory of side characters?

Video games have different rules from comics or movies. You can take a little rock-throwing scrub like Jivi and grow him into a titan. Because you are doing the "work" of levelling him up, and are there with him as you both grind, you feel invested in his progress and buy into it wholly. By the time you reach the final boss you totally believe that a tiny bunny-eared loli can one-shot the King of Hell.

There are so many kiddish video game characters like this and we love them.

So I say Matty would have a cooking/support/healing theme - we don't make him a wright at all. Matty would scout the battlefield for ingredients and craft them into potions or meals with various effects. He's also quick with medicine for healing HP and status effects, and can use his Plat senses to detect traps. You'd also want him in your party for night or fog battles with low visibility since Chitz could see through it. We could even give him a Uaid summon or special if we want to completely break this child.

Jivi would be a long-range melee fighter. You'd want to keep him away from the front line but arm him with saw shooters, bow guns, and various pymaric weaponry with special effects. He can't take too many hits, but he's great for inflicting debuffs (poison, slow, blindness) at range.

Sette can go in the front line. She doesn't have a lot of HP but her dex and speed are insane - she's extremely hard to hit. She also 100 percent crits if Duane is in range, and she can Mug for some of the best equipment in the game. She also has a Taunt/Charm ability that has the chance to turn enemy constructs/pymarics to your side.

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runeterrankhaleesi · 2 years

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Hiii, I followed you a while back because I LOVED your Sett headcanons (like, your writing is so good). And I saw that you had your request open for the match up event. So if it's not too much trouble, could I please get a match up for League of Legends, Black Butler and AOT (I actually don't know if you can do for more than 1 fandom. But I know that it's a lot so please don't write for all of them if it's too much. If you write for one, could you please write for League of Legends?) Okay so, here is some information about me:

• I'm a 181cm tall female. I have shoulder length brunette hair, with curtain bangs dyed in purple.

• I'm pansexual

• I'm an introvert. I have social anxiety and I tend to be pretty shy (in general but with affection too since I'm not used to any kind). I'm pretty insecure with how I look (mainly bc of how tall I am for a girl) so compliments about my appearance don't phase me because I just can't believe them. I ignore and bottle up my emotions and like to focus more on other people and how they're feeling. I have a ... bizzare sense of humor. I'm really chill and my friends have said that I'm really kind, understandable and accepting. I prefer to listen to people instead to be the one that does the talking

• My hobbies include: reading, buying books and manga, watching anime, listening to music and hanging out with my cats.

• I can speak 3 languages so I guess that's a fun fact about me lol

Thank you so much for writing in advance. Please take as much as you want and again, you don't have to write for all of the fandoms that I mentioned if it's too much. Hope you have a nice day/evening!<3

[A/N: Hello darling! Thank you for reading and loving my Sett headcanons, I put my full effort in writing and I worked hard on them so thank you for all the compliments, it makes me really happy. Your very much welcome and I enjoyed writing this because I was able to know that Syndra's lore has been updated and information about Ionia has been expanded. I hope you have nice day/evening as well darling!]

I pair you with...

SYNDRA!

Why? Because...

Syndra has long been imprisoned and only recently managed to break free. It's been years since she's had an actual human interaction so you can tell her social skills are a bit...outdated, to say the least. You have to catch her up considering she missed quite a lot during her time in the Dreaming Pool, she's willing to learn and she's a great student. And she's actually pretty loyal, you don't need to be shy when you're around her, you can tell her secrets, things you're afraid to voice in front of people or just anything in general.

That said, as a way of returning your patience and kindness, she tries to help you with your social anxiety. Granted, she's not very good at it but she does her best and puts 100% of her effort in, you can think of her as a person to lean on. You can grab and use her hand like you would squeeze a stress ball if you're nervous, or you could whisper to her that you need some air or a quiet place, she'll bring you somewhere and do what she can with her magic to deafen the surroundings if it's too loud for you.

She's also not that great at giving affection, you can understand where she's coming from since her family, her friends, and even her mentor were scared of her. She knows these things take time to understand and to be able to express and give them to other people, but she's willing to put the time and patience. She likes to try new things so don't be scared when Syndra suddenly grabs your hand, wanting to walk with you hand-in-hand. Or suddenly hugging you from behind, her arms wrapped around your torso while you're in front of the stove, cooking.

One thing Syndra can't understand is how you can be insecure. You're a beautiful woman and Syndra appreciates every inch of your being. She doesn't mind you being tall for a woman, she thinks it's a unique trait of yours. Should anyone comment badly on your appearance, tell them to brace themselves for a storm.

Syndra doesn't like it when people keep secrets from her, your feelings are the same. You shouldn't bottle these emotions and feelings to yourself, it hurts, you can tell her and she won't judge. She tells you that you can vent on her, tell her when you're feeling sad or you're angry at your boss at work. She will intently listen and keep quiet during your venting as a sign of respect, showering you in kisses or squeezing you tightly in a hug right after, silently telling you "It's okay.".

You're more than free to share anything with her. She doesn't care if you say that you have a bizarre humor, you can tell her jokes or show her memes. Often, she won't understand and just look at you with a confused look that gets you cracking up everytime but that's okay, as long as she makes you smile and laugh.

And she appreciates the fact that you're so understanding and kind, she likes that you don't judge her for her past, and most of all, she likes the fact that you're not scared of her because of her magic.

She's talkative if you manage to bring it out of her, she has a lot of stories to tell, she just doesn't have many people who would be willing to listen. Her stories mostly consist of her childhood, sometimes it would be about books she read before or just some stuff she found interesting in her day.

Introduce her to your cats, you will not regret it. She will spend time with them and of course, with you. Syndra loves animals and petting them is her favorite thing to do so imagine her face lighting up when your cat purred when she petted it.

Syndra is a HUGE bookworm. She loves pretty much every genre, mostly history and literature. If you live near a local library, you can find Syndra there everyday, practically living there. You would bond over books. You both would read while snuggled on the couch or bed with your cats surrounding you, occasionally laying down beside you to sleep or to be petted. Syndra loves to learn new things and she wants to learn as much as she can, she would ask you to teach her the languages you speak. She thinks it's an impressive feat that you can speak three languages.

💝~Happy Valentines Day!~💝

#runeterrankhaleesi #league of legends x reader #lol x reader #league of legends #lol #syndra #LMMU #love month match up

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