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spacedace · 1 year

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Got another dc x dp writing prompt blurb thing for yall (this time featuring TimKon)

Elle declaring herself Queen of the Clones as a joke because Danny is the Ghost King and she should get a fun title too and accidentally making herself effectively the god of clones across all dimensions as a result.

Elle being suddenly aware of all the clones in existence in a vague way, but able to "tune in" on specific ones, or suddenly becoming aware when a clone is in serious trouble.

Elle deciding, fuck it, she's gonna take care of all the clones that need taking care of, turning her haunt in the Ghost Zone into a place of safety, using her new abilities as God Queen of Clones to make it so whenever any of them need help they get pulled to her Haunt instantly.

Connor getting mortally wounded in a fight, saving the day but getting buried in rubble away from where anyone would be able to dig him out in time to save him and suddenly being Somewhere Else.

Connor getting saved by Elle and the yetis, but having amnesia from the severe headroom (he can't remember anything except maybe the face of a boy his age, dark circles under sharp blue eyes, a wry smile, the understanding that Connor was in love with whoever the boy is or was).

Elle not being able to tell where Connor is from, her Haunt just pulls clones in trouble in when they need her help, there's no sending address or anything like that. And he was in such bad shape its not like she trusts that sending him back to where ever he's from is even safe to do.

Connor being one of the permanent residents of Elle's haunt (she always tries to find the clones that end up there a place of their own, getting Clockwork to de-age them and a good family to love them for those that want that, a spot in Amity where clones don't even register as anything weird, or just back to where they came from but now with the promise of somewhere to call home and a new family of clones to care for them) and ends up with the title of her knight or champion or something along the way, looking after everyone when Elle is off traveling and generally being vice-president of Clone Club

Elle getting captured by the GIW while out seeing the world, unable to escape but at least able to alert her family that she's in trouble.

Danny and the Pham not being able to break in because of all the upped security keeping away anything ghostly or ghost adjacent

Connor and a group of the clone club rallying to get Elle out themselves, breaking in and releasing as many ghosts as they can and destroying as much as they can and oops the Justice League has shown up

Connor not having powers in the Ghost Zone and being very freaked out when he punched Superman in the face and sent him flying a hundred yards, surprising the Clone Club with his super strength and surprising the League with his surprise about his super strength and frantic apologies to Superman for yeeting him across an open field (up to this point they assumed this was another evil clone situation Lex cooked up but now aren't so sure).

The GIW ends up closing in to attack the clones who just got Elle back and need to make a break for it before the portal back closes while that's happening and Connor decides to be self-sacrificing and give them cover, so they can escape.

Connor surrendering to the Justice League before the GIW can grab him once everyone else is free and clear, because he knows Elle and the other Clones will break him out and that's gonna be a lot easier if he's not in GIW custody

Tim and the Young Justice gang losing their God damn minds because that's Connor?? Maybe?? He doesn't remember them or the Justice League or Superman or anything but it has to be him right? They never found his body, Tim had been so sure he was still out there alive somehow - had lost weeks and months to maddening grief, desperately searching for some sign that Connor was out there somewhere - and now here he is!

Connor refusing to talk to the JL, low key trying to figure out if they actually do know who he is or if it's a trick - the Pham's stories of what they've all had to deal with and his own recent raid on the GIW has left him with a healthy suspicion of anything government related and the JL may not be with the GIW but they sure as hell are still government goons as far as he's concerned.

The main league being worried that it's mind control or a clone scheme or something like that and not really being sure what to do. There's too many questions about what happened to him, where he's been, what he was doing in that raid on that government facility - there's questions too on just what kind of facility that was, and a new case has already been opened on that whole can of worms - and Connor (if it is Connor) isn't answer their questions.

So they put him in a cell with some Kryptonite to make sure his powers are suppressed - half out of concern that him surrendering to them is a scheme, half terrified that if he really doesn't know he has powers anymore that he'll accidentally destroy the Watchtower with a sneeze. They make sure it's comfortable, he did apologize about punching Superman in the face - a lot, actually, it was pretty much the only thing he had said the entire time, along with very concerned questions on if the Man of Steel was okay - and while there's something strange going on, if it's mind control then they'd rather Connor come back to himself somewhere decent.

And no one is supposed to talk to him alone, or outside of a formal interrogation or without Wonder Woman there in case Connor gets hostile - even with the Kryptonite, they can't be too careful - but that's not going to stop Tim. His best friend is alive, there isn't a power in the universe that's going to keep him away.

Connor doesn't recognize him. Except that he does. It's weird, because his only memory has been the face of that boy, but there's also just something so familiar about Red Robin and it's the first familiar thing he's known since waking up in the Far Frozen over a year ago.

For awhile it's just Tim talking, trying to get Connor to remember, trying to do anything he can to prove (to everyone, to himself) that this really is Connor. And after over an hour he's nowhere near ready to give up, but he is maybe ready to go and have a breakdown in a supply closet for a bit, when Connor finally starts talking back.

He doesn't say much - he's suspicious, even as he becomes more and more sure that Red Robin is someone to him - but he does start talking and, it's nice. Familiar.

And just as he's considering actually telling Red Robin something - everything, really, Connor's always been a sucker for a cute boy that looked one more cup of coffee away from a psychotic break - the cavalry arrives. Ghosts everywhere, causing a distraction and looking for Connor and maybe just having a little fun fucking around for a bit while they're at it.

(Constantine is trying to sneak off to smoke somewhere he won't end up getting lectured like he's a disobedient school boy, opening a door to come face to spectral bellybutton with Fright Knight. He decides maybe Bats is right and he should quite smoking as he - fruitlessly - closes the door again without a word.)

Wulf is ready with a portal and Technus is in control of the station and the cell door opens just as Lunch Box appears to phase the cuffs off Connor (and maybe steal some of that delicious rock candy that was in those cuffs for some reason, her parents won't let her have any back at home and she's helping the royal family get one of their loyal knights back, she deserves a little treat) and it's time to go.

Tim's ready to throw down, terrified that whatever the hell these things are they're going to take Connor away again, but just as he's working out a plan on just how he's going to fight something that can walk through walls, disappear and fly (and eat fucking Kryptonite), he suddenly finds himself being thrown over Connor's shoulder and being carried through a terrifying rip in space and time to another dimension.

Conner can admit, as he lands back in Elle's haunt with all the ghosts streaming in behind him as the portal closes and the Clone Club rushing forward to check on him and Red Robin still slung over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes (a cute sake of potatoes, though) he might not have thought this one through.

Kidnapped by his amnesiac and possibly mind controlled best friend and dragged to hell(?) aside, Tim's just happy Conner brought him with him this time. Batman and the rest of the League, still reeling from what just happened, are not nearly as happy with that fact.

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enihk-writes · 2 months

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[someone older]

pairing: older!multi-fandom men x gn!they/them!reader

reader is written to be in their early twenties, under twenty-five and fresh out of uni with their first degree and no corporate work experience.

summary: shorts about old men and a younger beau to-be

content warning: big age-gap relationships // superior-subordinate power imbalance // possible infantilization // some form of saviour-complex // (some unintentional) manipulation

characters: zhongli (genshin impact) // neuvilette (genshin impact) // jing yuan (honkai star rail) // tang gunak (return of the blossoming blade) // dokgo (return of the mad demon) // chongyue (arknights) // shamane (RE:1999) // hiromi higuruma (jujutsu kaisen) // ryū (gokurakugai)

author's note: my lovely oomfs i need yall to look away and pretend im doing okay,,, the demons and the little voices in my head have won and taken over..... i have to make that middle-aged man pregnant so so so so bad it's terminal... (head in hands)... OUGHHHHKKKGSHHH (coughs blood and straight up dies)..... looking at the list here i really have a type huh....

[PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION! I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ANY TRIGGERS CAUSED BEYOND THIS LINE]

ZHONGLI who had lived for long enough to have seen and experienced almost everything one could see, was still taken aback when he felt a familiar throb in his heart as he conversed with the new face of the artisan's alley. a fledgling who had just left their nest and was beginning to make their way into the world — your naivety much unlike your more seasoned neighbours who knew how to set the prices of their goods to gain the maximum profit. you were often tricked and scammed out of selling your wares at their proper price, too scared to stand your ground and disrespect your older customers. the former archon couldn't bear to see a budding talent, such as yourself, sell themselves short out of expected social courtesy. he often found himself buying your highest-priced works even if he had to empty his entire wallet. you were beyond grateful for his patronage, even offering a commission, free of charge. that's just how bad business was before he stepped in. oh you poor thing, now that he knows how easy it was to get you dancing in his palm, how could he let you meet better opportunities? he was your lifeline, the only way you were going to make it in this career you chose. and you better not forget that.

NEUVILETTE knew that he shouldn't be so enamoured with the new hire. really. a being who had been alive for as long as he falling in love with someone thousands of years their junior? he wanted to rip his hair out. the chief justice approached this predicament as he would with almost anything he deemed annoying — avoidance. sending you out on errands that kept you out of the office for the whole day, giving days off to everyone if there was nothing on the agenda, having you go sort out documents in the filing room, and a whole host of other things that made sure you and him wouldn't cross paths. once he had a clearer mind to sit down and think, he is immediately riddled with guilt. weren't his actions akin to that of a black company employer? you on the other hand, could not be happier to hit the jackpot. good pay, regular days off, responsibilities that didn't require you to rack your brain too much. this was everything an energy-saving adult like you could ever want. it must be nice to frolic around and stay blissfully unaware while your boss was in the middle of a mental breakdown alone in his office.

JING YUAN was a calculating man, despite the commonly held belief that he never really took things too seriously. he kept a rather consistent air of nonchalance so impenetrable that it annoyed you whenever you couldn't discern what was on his mind at that moment. your after-hours hobby these days was to drop by the community starchess club and play a few rounds with the people there. and who else was waiting there at your seat every day? your damned boss. the elders who were there swooned over the handsome general, remarking about how you and him made a great pair — much to your chagrin. the man would always send a blinding smile in your way as you got closer, even going so far as to help you settle down. the routine was always the same each night. you would play against him for at least five rounds consecutively, lose against him in almost every single match, play against the other club members, gather your things and go home for the day. the general would also coincidentally be done with his activities. he offered to walk you to your front door, you've learnt from the one time you refused that the general was unusually talented in pulling an extremely sad, pathetic, wet and kicked puppy face. unfortunately, you were too nice to reject him further. ah, but now that he knew of that weakness of yours, you'd better expect that he would be pulling the same trick again soon.

TANG GUNAK felt that he was far too geriatric to be feeling this way. especially when he had adult children of his own. the youngest of whom was only a few years older than you were. a talented person, emerging at the top of your class in the academy meant that the world was your oyster. so why had you decided to come down to sichuan and work as an aide in this family? the patriarch had no clue, and he certainly didn't know how to even bring up the question. at first, he had hoped that perhaps you and one of his children would be wed but as time passed, it became increasingly obvious you were not interested in them at all, rather you had set your sights on the patriarch himself. him? the widower? the poor man who had only felt the touch of his dead wife? he was very scandalised that the young aide of his house was so open about their attraction to him. however, it seemed nobody in the household was on his side. not even his own flesh and blood. though for all that forwardness, he never expected that you would be so hesitant and shy when you were alone with him. it was endearing how you became more diligent whenever that happened, how you would engross yourself in your work just to pretend he wasn't there with you. the next time he looked up from what he was doing, you were passed out on your desk. he moved over to carry you back to your quarters — it was deep into the night right now anyways, so nobody would see him with you in his arms. he tucked you into bed, leaving as quickly as he came. the glimpse of his own flushed face in the reflection of the window never left his mind the rest of that week.

DOKGO had agreed to follow his disciple to town only because said disciple was going to throw a tantrum in his courtyard and the older man was not in the mood to deal with the adult child. the master pretended to not be acquainted with his own disciple when the man began to flirt with the women passing by. he walked on and sat down at a vacant bench in front of a teahouse. his troublesome disciple eventually shook off the girls clinging onto him and joined his master at the table, a string of apologies falling out his mouth when he caught sight of the older man's disapproving glare. only when the younger man offered to pay did the old master's hardened expression fall softer — fine, he said with a grunt. the second headache of the day came in the shape of you, a wandering merchant, or so you said. you slipped in to sit next to the master after the disciple had graciously allowed you to. not like the older man could oppose when there weren't any empty seats in the vicinity. while the conversation was lively as you talked with the disciple about your travels, he could only focus solely on the callouses of your palms, something a merchant who says they are not a martial artist shouldn't have. you had noticed his scrutinising gaze, throwing him a quick grin as you continued the chat with his disciple. oh? he could only wonder what that was about. shame that his dull, blockheaded disciple had let that slip past him. the master wonders if he should up the training regime when they get back.

CHONGYUE was up and early, as he usually does, leading the daily morning exercise with the other operators. the doctor not being there was somewhat expected, but you going missing? that was a first. when the morning exercise was over, he headed up to your room to check on you, finding the door slightly ajar. cautiously, he walked into the dark room, you had a bag of junk near the entry, from the looks of it you were living off cup noodles and soda, again. no wonder you were now curled up in bed all sick. he might have to give you an earful later, but for now, he puts aside your laundry and took out the trash. he goes down to the canteen, ordering some warm chicken porridge and even stopping by the nurse's office to pick up whatever he thinks you might need. this time, you were now somewhat awake. grumbling and muttering complaints under your breath from the disturbance, he helped you sit up. you insisted on feeding yourself, but he would have none of it. you could only comply and open your mouth wide every time he brought the spoon to your lips. you finished the food and even took the medicine obediently, earning praise from the man himself. before he left, he rubbed some medicinal balm on your stomach, layering warm blankets and patted you back to sleep, reciting an abbot's chants as he did so. the nostalgic feeling was comforting. you should thank him when you got better — maybe he might be interested in a popular classic novel from your home country, or should you try your luck with the lacquer pots instead?

SHAMANE spotted a figure hunched over the running stream near his hut as he was out collecting the fresh water he would need for the day. when they didn't answer his calls, he walked over, not too worried about whether the figure was a dangerous critter or not. the snap of a twig had them spin their head in his direction — that's when he met your eyes. you both stared at the other, sizing each other up. when he decided that you were not a threat, he introduced himself with his signature smile. you did the same, albeit quieter, still a little peeved from seeing a large bearded man in the middle of nowhere. friendly as ever, he kept the conversation going. he talked about himself, he asked about you, and so on and so forth until you finally admitted to him that you had gotten lost in the mountains, also you had twisted your ankles. he pointed to his hut and asked if you wanted to rest in there until you got better, how could you say no? the month when you lived under the same roof as him passed by quickly, and soon enough it was time for you to go back down the mountain. when you both parted ways at the entrance of the village, there was an air of reluctance in saying goodbye. you promised to write to him, maybe even visit him. he only laughed you off, not expecting much to come out of that. though when he received his sister's letter not long after, he thought about taking you with him to his hometown. but ah, isn't visiting each other hometowns a thing expectant newlyweds do? well, he could always pretend he didn't know about these things, couldn't he?

HIGURUMA was pretty friendly with the tenants renting out the office space next door. all of whom were fresh design school graduates trying to start a business together. you were the one he's grown the most familiar with, the unofficial boss of the company and the one who was single-handedly juggling your own practice along with other administrative duties. he helped you where he could, the doors to his own law office always open to you — even in the wee hours of the night. you would sit cross-legged on the big swivel chair as both of you engrossed yourselves in your respective work with the boxes of takeout splayed all over his table. when it was late enough that you missed the last train, he drove you back to your apartment. and everytime you sat in the passenger seat, he would reach over to pull the seatbelt on for you. you could have done it yourself but how were you supposed to pass up the chance to have him come this close? enough to even catch a whiff of his cologne? the lawyer himself knew that you were capable enough to do something this simple, but he couldn't help but enjoy the way you tried not to look at him as he did this each time. the ride back was quiet and serene, your tired body sank into the plush of his car seats and soon you were knocked out cold. even when you were both already parked outside your residence, you still wouldn't rouse. he clicks the seatbelt off you, even going so far as to push the seat back so you were lying more comfortably. you've done this enough times where he has a blanket to cover you with as he waited for you to wake up. which you would, and feel so ashamed. he thinks about how cute you were babbling out your apologies and thanks, all while scrambling to pull yourself together and out his car. only to repeat this whole song and dance the very next night.

RYŪ was a bit of a recluse. never really leaving his room unless it was for a really good reason. which was rare, and by rare it was almost never. but a human had to eat, shit and get clean — which was where you came in. as the designated errand runner for the organisation, you were the one that ended up having to take care of that guy's day-to-day needs. you might have hated him at first, with how picky he was with his food, even the brand of his necessities had to be the exact right one. doesn't matter if the stock ran out, you had to go out there and haunt for a place that still has it or else he wouldn't even entertain your presence. the one good thing you had going about you was that you were adaptable, learned things quick and was light on your feet. if things went south, you always had a backup, and a backup for the backup, you get the idea. the man, mayhaps out of the other's insistence, but you liked to think that he had warmed up to you, started to initiate conversations. at some point whenever you brought him his meals, he would make you sit and watch him eat. at first, you didn't know what to talk about, but then you also started bringing your own lunchboxes to eat alongside him, and you talked his ear off about what you made that day. over time, you both fell into a routine and on days when he's kept you a little too long with him, you'd stay over and crash on his couch. and after more time had passed, he's already got some of your clothes together with his in the wardrobe. hell, he even bought a bigger sofa just so you could sleep better whenever you stayed over. give it more time and who knows, you might end up moving in completely, not that this old hack would mind too much.

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ivys-garden · 12 days

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I, like many of yall, have noticed a vocal minority of people showing there support for Wilbursoot, going as far as to attack shubble and her supporters. In this post I'll go through the main points I've seen them argue with and explain why I believe that they are all wrong.

“Shubble was the real abuser” - No. If she was, William would have spoken up. There is no evidence for this, well, that isn't faked or saying one thing is another (like the guy saying a pic of will crying was because of shubble or the guy trying to pass a stream of a completely different girl of as shubble abusing will… live. On stream. Yah, think we would have heard of that before now.)

“She has no proof” - genuinely fuck of. In domestic abuse cases there won't always be hard proof, that's one of the reasons the police struggle to do anything about it. If a wife is struck by a husband and it leaves no mark that doesn't mean it didn't happen “why didn't she show the bruises” have you guys ever been bruised? Bruises heal quickly, and she doesn't have any to show since the allegations came out after their break up, all the bruises would have healed. “Why didn't she take photos at the time?” Look at it this way, if I punch you across the face you will have a lot of thoughts, none of them will be “I should take a photo of this so people belive me what I say it happened”

(Also don't pretend that people wouldn't just say the evidence was fake if she did have pictures)

Oh and she does have evidence, the fact William admitted to it.

“She just did it for attention” - bitch, shubble doesn't need attention she was doing great. Just because you never heard of her didn't mean she was some underground indie youtuber, she didn't need to lie to get attention. Also lying about domestic abuse is not a good way to do this since it's really easy to disprove. The other party would come out instantly to tell everyone the truth. William didn't do that because shubble WAS telling the truth.

“Her story changed” - no. It didn't. Even the idea that she changed whether or not wilbur bruised with the bites or made her bled (both of which are still bad, btw) is made up, she never said that, as was clarified by shubble herself

“She encouraged death threats” - She openly decouraged death threats. Saying she was like: “everyone go and tell people to kill themselves” is literally putting words in her mouth

Also, this by no means goes for everyone, but arguing about death threats while, wilbur hasn't told his supports not to send death threats and that wilburs supporters have been saiding threats to shubble and her fans while condemning the few shubble fans who sent death threats, is kinda stupid

(Also this is by no means the main point but I have seen people who support wilbur literally begging for death threats, soooooooo)

(Oh aslo I was mistaken in the early version where I said shubble had implied that she didn't belive wilbur could change, that was another misconception and I'm sorry for spreading it. Shubble does belive that people can change IF they put in the work to do so)

Also remember, William has not been shown to actually change yet. He still hasn't even given shubble an apology that takes proper accountability, when he does that, apologies to everyone else he's wronged, and puts in the effort to actually be better moving forward, then we can forgive him. But at the moment he has not shown that.

So until then: support shubble. Belive victims. Raise awareness for these issues in the gaming space (this has been going on for a long time). And don't engage with people who make up evidence to support there parasocial relationships, don't send death threats (obviously, because that's wrong) but also don't engage in any other way. This will be my last post on this subject. Move on from William and the support for him will die down when they realise there's no one to disagree with, and then William, Shubble and all of us can move past this and into the future as a (hopefully) better space

#shubble #shelby grace #wilbur soot #shubblesupportsquad #shubble support #shubble situation #wilbur situation

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jaehyunsprincesspeach · 8 months

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Seungmin as a Boyfriend

Seungmin in the buildingggg

Honestly i think he would be such a softie for his partner and it makes me giggle hehehe

Hope yall enjoy!!

All the love ~ lunar

Minnie is a savage, we all know this

Prepare to be roasted and teased everyday

He may pick on you constantly, but he makes sure to never overstep

If he does, he makes sure that you know he is only joking and that he loves you, even if he doesn't always show it

Very attentive to his partner

Has notes saved on his phone of all of the things that you like or show interest in so that he can go back later and get them for you

Likes to spoil you, but won't ever admit to that

The kind of guy to slip you his credit card with a little note saying something like “I better see a charge on here for today”

But if you tell anyone else, he will deny that it happened

Leaves you cute notes in the morning if he wakes up before you do

Honestly very comforting with you. If you’re having a bad day, he won't ask questions, hell just wrap you up in his arms and hold you close

Very subtle with his affection

Not really into PDA, though he always has a hand on you

Whether he is guiding you through a crowd with his hand on your back, or even just hanging out with his hand on your leg, he makes sure you know that he is always there

Very very reliable

Willing to pick up any necessities you may need, though he will probably jokingly complain about it

Doesn't really ask if you have been taking care of yourself cause he is the one taking care of you

Orders your favorite food to your apartment if he knows you haven’t eaten

Always makes sure to leave water around you

Sends good morning and goodnight messages

When he is away, he is constantly sending you reminders to take care of yourself

Genuinely so loving towards you

Very soft with you, and lets his guard down when it's just the two of you

Doesn't always need to be talking when he is around you, he's comfortable just being in your presence

If he's having a bad day, he immediately goes to see you, doesn't say much, just wraps you in his arms

Holding you keeps him calm and grounded when he is stressed or frustrated

Secretly leaves his sweatshirts at your place knowing that you will wear them when he isn’t around

Also secretly wants matching sweatshirts with you

Looks at you as if you created the stars themselves, he just thinks you are so unbelievably beautiful in every way possible

Makes it very known that he only has eyes for you

Never fails to make you smile

As much as he teases you, he also shares a ton of compliments with you

Shows you that you are his world, doesn't just say it

Absolutely head over heels in love and never fails to prove that to you

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 2 months

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AITA for telling my friends to stop calling me fat?

Ik the title makes them sound bad but listen.

😮‍💨 to find this later.

I (15F) have friends (15-16F), like people do, and we make jokes at each other's expense, like people do. Recently, they have started making tons of fat jokes about me + targetting me with jokes.

For context, I'm not fat. I'm not even the fattest in the group. In my opinion, I'm one of the skinner ones actually (I have NEVER voiced that out loud dw), and I'm not the outsider of the group (I don't think). I don't think they meant any harm with these jokes.

However, I do have EDNOS and have relasped a couple times this year. It never got too serious, but they noticed and asked if i was eating. I don't think they truly knew what was going on, bless their hearts. I remember telling two of them about this in passing, but they didn't remember it so it is irrevelant.

Anywho, I was getting sick of these jokes because I was just starting to feel better about myself and this wasn't what I needed. I make a plan that if this continued for a couple more days, I would send them a respectful but firm text telling them to STFU.

Here is where the issue lie: Two days ago, I had a sleepover with all of them at this girls house. All night, especially when we were making dinner, the fat jokes persisted, plus several jokes about me being a "screenager" because I was playing Roblox. I was obviously not laughing about it, so one girl tried to counteract it by saying I had a slutty waist. I told her that saying that didn't make me feel any better, and she said it was all a joke. I didn't want to get into it, so I just said to not make those jokes about me because it makes me uncomfortable.

Of course, I started crying during this because why tf not, which in turn makes EVERYONE feel immensely bad because I'm sobbing at 11:00 PM over a fat joke. They all start crying too (by themselves, no comfort is going on for anyone), and I get the feeling that two of them are mad at me for bringing it up. The entire mood of the sleepover is down for the rest of the time until I leave the next morning, literally no one talks to each other.

I'm typing it two days later, and I feel so bad because now they will feel like they are walking on eggshells around me. I didn't mean to tell them like that, but I still did. AITA?

stay #lit yall

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole #eating disorder cw

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soaps-mohawk · 2 months

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The amount of power you hold by making this series is INSANE LIKE I HAVE SO MANY QUESTION AND THEORIES

Like the institute, was it a bad experience? A good one? A mix? Does Omega! Reader have any specific memories that don't seem to leave? Maybe the omega's who had behavioral issues were punished but no one spoke of the punishments? I HAVE SO MANH THOUGHTS

That's what I love about reading fic series is that the readers talk to the writers and I feel like yall just sit and laugh like 'these guys have no idea how much pain I'm about to cause them' LMFAO like your the person behind the slaughter

No but really y'all have no idea what's coming. Even here very soon...y'all have no idea lmaooo

(please don't hate me I promise it has a happy ending 😬)

Institutes are not good places. I'll just clear that up right now, even though that's going to be kind of brought up here in a couple chapters. They are not good places and they never really have been. They were started in the late 19th century as a place to send omegas that had behavioral issues, health issues, all sorts of issues or perhaps were unwanted by families that couldn't support them or didn't want to have to deal with the work that goes into omegas. So think like mental institutions. They were run by "doctors and professionals" that "understood omegas" and could cure/fix/care for them.

Of course as the years went on people started to realize maybe not everything that goes on in them is so good and after some investigations and such there was a huge reform on institutes and they became more like they are in the present day in the fic. Actual institutes that "care for omegas and prepare them for pack life." Originally omegas didn't leave institutes after they were handed over, but then people realized there was money in institutes so naturally, they started dumping money into them to train omegas and then pretty much sell them off. Not directly like selling humans, but most institutes require application payments and then there's fees for all sorts of things like testing, files, anything they can legally charge for, they will.

Obviously we're beginning to realize a bit at this point that not everything the reader learned at the institute is...right. What omegas are taught and how they're taught varies institute to institute, usually based on the types of alphas that are seeking omegas from the institute. So institutes that have higher standing, more funding, tend to teach more subservience and obedience because that's where you have the rich alphas and the politicians and government looking at omegas. Lower level institutes might teach more how to serve and keep a pack since they might have the upper middle class, future family pack omegas. The lowest level institutes might also teach subservience and obedience less in an "I have an appearance to uphold" type of way and more of a "these are not good alphas picking up these omeags and we know that" type of way.

So, the reader didn't have a good experience because there is no real good experience at an institute. They're very strict, controlling, almost abusive in some instances (kneeling for two hours anyone?) Not every omega gets sent to an institute either. Some omegas live with their families until they're old enough to start seeking an alpha themselves. I think I did touch on that briefly in a chapter somewhere.

There's so much I could talk about on institutes omg. This is probably way more than you expected 😅 I just love this stuff so much.

#i'm having so much fun world building in this fic if you couldn't tell #answered #crcb lore

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thottybrucewayne · 4 months

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A LIST OF PEOPLE WHO ARE GOING TO HELL: 2024 EDITION

Every zionist, duh, but esp yall who screenshot perfectly reasonable posts and go "Um, the look at this idiot who thinks genocide is wrong" yall make my ass itch and nobody takes you seriously, MOVE. 2. The entire U.S. government but esp Joe Biden that old ass man gettin spit roasted in hell (AND NOT THE FUN KIND!) 3. DIDDY AND EVERY SINGLE PERSON THAT PROTECTED AND DEFENDED HIM. 4. Tory Lanez whole family, his mama, his daddy, his dog? All them. 5. The nonblack people who run those Rap House Tv type blogs that are clearly trying to be shade room clones. 6. People who get all their news from the Shade Room and Whatsapp, sorry auntie, I'm sick of you tellin' me COVID can be cured by sticking cloves of garlic up my nose :/ 7. Every single one of you dirtbag leftist ass people, yall do nothing for nobody except you thousands of adoring "former nazi" fans that need to be told it's okay that they still say the n word in private. 8. N.O.R.E and every single hiphop "journalist" 9. Charlemagne Tha God and Dj Envy, they know why. 10. Everyone who made Ike and Tina jokes after Tina past away. Grow up. 11. You fanfic girlies. So many of y'all are seeing the lake of fire, But esp if you donate to ao3 or own ao3 merch. Like, that is just embarrassing. 12. It's 2024, If I see you coming up here saying shit like "Miku wroke harry potter!" or " Hello Kitty wrote Ofmed, actually" I'm sending you to hell myself. 13. Booktokers? This is yall the second year on this list, tighten the fuck up and stop being weird about strange men on the internet, now. 14. People who do LITERALLY NOTHING yet try to tell other people how to be activists. You contribute nothing to any conversation you're a part of, suck my dick from the back. 15. People who stopped masking because other people were making them feel bad. Fuck your mama not being able to see your smile, PEOPLE ARE DYING???? 16. Lana Del Ray and Taylor Swift. They know exactly what they did. 17. Every white girl on twt who tried to jump me cause I said the Barbie movie is white feminism at its finest. 18. Elon, you raggedy bitch. 19. Every single man who hit on me this year who isn't one of my friends. 20. People who don't know what transmisogyny means and make that everyone else's problem. I need yall to start reading so bad it's not even funny. 21. You "goth is a feeling" people. You gonna be "feeling" that hell fire nippin' at your ass, NEXT 22. You 35 defending fanservice of high schoolers in anime/manga all day every day...yeah, just get on down there, big fella. They waiting on you. 23. Cishet Black men on tiktok and twt who make it their life's mission to make an ass of themselves for minor ducats. You are a one-man modern-day minstrel show and you will be dealt with. 24. White Tyler The Creator fans. Y'all know what you do.

Dishonorable mentions: Shojo fans who never talk about the fucked up shit in the manga they recc you because "At least its not as misogynistic as shounen!" (yes, yes it is) Fashion tiktokkers I hate so many of you its not even funny Every person who put the image of T.D. Jakes getting his doonies beat down at a Diddy party in my mind. Like I literally never needed to think about that. My dad <3 and all my friends' dads. Patricide NOW!!!!! People who are still whining about having to boycott shut upppppp god damn. People who stare at me in public. You got a fuckin problem?????

That's a wrap! Here are the lists from last year and the year before feel free to add more in the tags <3

#thotty speaks #thotty's going to hell list 2024 #thotty rants #tw abuse mention #ask to tag

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lesbianslvt666 · 1 year

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Please please part two of road trip, I crave it

Road Trip?

College au!

Mean! athlete!Ellie x trying to stand up for herself! Kind of an art major?(f)reader lmao

Ofc not proof read

(Btw, I don’t know the credits of the photos I use for these, so if they are yours or you know who are these from, pls dm so that I can add them, thanks <3)

pt 1 pt 3 pt 4 pt 5

Synopsis: Ellie and you are roommates in your shared dorm, both in different majors, you ever see each other when it comes to be at the dorm, on parties or with Dina, your shared best friend. At first Ellie was nice, always kept to herself but never mean, until she got her first college girlfriend, everyone keep telling you how much she looked like you, including Dina. So when Ellie "cheated" on her ex, her reputation went from friendly reserved football player, to fuck girl, "I got all the girls" asshole, or so it seemed to you…

Aight, I have been writing this while being in exam season, sooooo, sorry if this is shit lmao.

Also, another thing to note here is that there are some outfits on the future for YN here that I describe, normally don’t like to do that, cause maybe you don’t feel like that style fits you or whatever, so feel free to change that in your mind (also I don’t mind if you tag me on your own fit inspos, or send them 2 me?? I love fashion lmao) however, I do describe some for story purposes orrrrrr just cause I imagined YN waring something like that?? Idk lmao that’s it, I am just nervous lol.

I put up my yellow tinted glasses in my head while I entered the ban.

"holly fuck" I looked to my right, the small kitchenette, the drivers cabin.

to the left a very spacious corridor with a couch that could be built as a bed. in front of it, a tv that you could hide behind some cabinets.

further left, there was a small room. I approach the door to open it, a toilet, and a shower, very small, but better than nothing.

there was a door past that. Opening the door showed a big king sized bed. underneath space for storage, and some pretty reading lights to the sides of the bed. how the fuck are we four gonna fit here?

"fuck, it's so big right" Dinna was dancing around throwing herself in the spacious couch.

"bigger than my dorm for sure" I plop beside her.

Ellie, who had insisted on taking my luggage. Entered the van breathless from coming downstairs with it.

"you know, when you told me it was heavy? I thought you were joking" I rolled my eyes, standing up to help her get both our suitcases up the van.

"so... Jesse and I have already use some of the storage underneath the bed for our own things... there is some more beside de bathroom, and even more underneath this couch." her face showing a bit of remorse. giving away the fact that they had already claimed the room for themselves.

"look, we are gonna be here for two weeks, we can change the room to the sofa after the first week, yall get the grand finale!!" she was looking Ellie, with an innocent smile, her eyes tilted downwards a bit.

"is not all bad tho, look!" Jesse drew the couch revealing a queen sized bed. "see? Is not that big as the king, but yall get it next week." with a cheeky smile, he hold Dina from behind towards him and jumped in the couch. "umm… so comfortable…" I looked from Dina, to Jesse, to Ellie, I raised an eyebrow. "so… we'll be sharing bed?" I pointed back and forward, from Ellie to me, back to Ellie, back to me.

"well, yeah, unless one of yall wanna sleep on the passenger seat"

when Jesse was saying that, Dina pushed me to the room, and closed the door behind her. she was fidgeting with her fingers, "look, baby, I know you don’t like Ellie, and its gonna be a bit uncomfortable." she said while guiding me to the bed, sitting down and patting the space beside her.

"Jesse and I want some privacy... we are a couple after all." she was now bouncing her leg up and down, cleaning the sweat from her hands on her denim short shorts.

"look I am sorry… pretty please? I know Ellie is not a bad person and she won't hurt you, and if she tries something you know you can always tell me and-"

my mind was going 100 miles per hour, does she thinks I am kid? Of course I know that she was going to sleep with her boyfriend. I stopped her on her rant with my hand on her knee, also to calm down the bouncing.

"Dina, I am an adult not a kid. I knew you where gonna sleep with you boyfriend and I wasn’t expecting anything else, why are you-" she cut me off now. "is just, I don’t want you to not wanna come with us, and that you feel like I let Ellie drag you here for me. even tho it was her idea... I mean I do want you here but I-"

I put my hand in her mouth. my head was now spinning, "first of all Dina, I am not here cause Ellie dragged me, I wanted to come… with you…?" the last part sank in "her idea you said?" my eyebrow raised, my hand fell from her mouth "didn’t she told you?" her eyebrows curbed up, her face hit up, "she said it was your idea Dina…" silence fell "oops…?"

"Hey Dina! YN! I am driving to the nearest 7/11 to get some snacks, want something?" as soon as jesse said that, Dina jumped out of the bed, running towards the passenger seat, connecting her phone to the speakers and playing some music, I was left thinking, and soon enough we arrived to the 7/11, both Dina and Jesse went to get us things, Ellie went down to load some gas

I went out of the room, starting to put my clothes away, underneath the storage cabinets of the couch/bed. soon enough ellie was back

Why did she lied? There was no reason to do so, could've just say something like. "look we might be roommates for the next three years to come and I wanna make the passes with you. or, hey I wanna start again, let's be friends. or, we want to be four instead of three to split the bills more evenly" or whatever.

"shit!"

"fuck YN, what happened, are you okay?" Ellie kneeled down beside me. her eyes fell to my hands, the sting growing.

"crap, yeah I am fine, I caught my finger in the drawer when I closed it."

Ellie tried to take my hand but I sat down, gaining some distance from her. "I am fine, don’t worry, I was just distracted."

Ellies veiny hands were now stroking up and down her strong forearms. "shit, let me help you, you have any more clothes to put away?" her eyes where scanning still over my body, I came back to my posture, my hand hurting less and less. "don’t baby me Williams. I am fine, for real."

she rolled her eyes at that, planting on her feet when she stood up, looking down at me. "whatever, you are such bitch when you want to"

I rolled my eyes at her, my face felt hot. how fucking dare she call me a fucking bitch? I didn’t even said it in a mean tone... or did I?

I frowned my eyebrows, standing up and getting closer to her face. "fuck you, like you aren't worse than me."

she came closer this time, mare inches from me. I could smell her incredible scent, some of my baby hairs tickling her face from the proximity.

"I was just trying to be nice. tell me doll, a time I was more dreadful than you." well shit, if you ask!

I crooked my head to the side, looking at her eyes. expecting for her to be looking at me challengingly, but, her eyes were on my lips. I licked them drawing her attention back to my eyes afterwards

"the time where you ask me to get out of my class to bring you another pair of "cleats"." my fingers up making emphasis on the name. "well maybe if you didn’t doll yourself up with your pretty little high knee boots on a rainy weather." she interrupted me before I could finish.

Fall was starting. the weather in Seattle cold and humid. my brown leather boots splashing underneath the glistening floor. the splashes of the water beneath my soles weting the hem of my bell jeans. I was sprinting now, trying to get to Ellies practice on time. I looked at my watch, flicking my left wrist to my sight line, fuck, I am so late, I am so late.

From afar I could see her figure coming with her teammates. their chat was loud and I could hear their bright laughs from across the campus.

Ellie seamed mad, she wasn’t talking to none of the other girls. walking straight ahead with a look that could bury six feet deep, "Ellie! Fuck, I am sorry I am late, shit!" I came running as fast as I could, getting closer to her. "I don’t need you anymore" her eyes weren't even looking at me. "well damn, I was in class when you called me... came running all the way here while raining and trying not to fall" I was gasping for air. "whatever, your hero run is useless, the match is over." she tried pushing past me. I put a hand on her shoulder. "fuck you! here, your fucking trainers." I put her shoes on her chest, the nasty look she gave me would've intimidate me if I wasn’t so mad. I started to walk, "cleats" she said loud so that I could hear her "what the fuck?" I turned. I could feel hot air coming out of my god damn ears and nose. "they are not shoes, they are called cleats." her smug know it all smirk was enough for me. walking fast to get mare inches from her face, trying to reach upwards so that we could be in front of each other. "fuck you Williams. next time you call me in the middle of the class to go all the way from my class hall to the fifteen minute walk towards the dorms... on the fucking rain! and then come all the way to the courts! which mind you. is a thirty minute walk... make sure to call me at least forty five minutes in advance." she was quiet.

"and not to get mad at me when I can't get your fucking things in ten minutes" i said a bit les loud.

"well princess. next time don’t be so fucking slow, maybe if you did some exercise once in a while you could've done it faster" oh she did not…

"or what about the time you call me to pretend to be your date at that party to scare off your stalker and turned out on me. you left me half the party alone when you went smoking with your friends"

"or the time that one girl thought we were together after you fucked her at another party... and when she came crying and screaming you let me to solve your! fucking! problem! with her." her eyes grew, the memory flooded her vison. "fuck well that was different, I told you I didn’t had sex with her! she kissed me and then told the entire school that I dick and dash!" "YOU DON’T EVEN HAVE A DICK!" "well not a real one, but that is exactly my point too!" her voice was a bit more high pitch, her hands going straight for her hair, "shit fine, I know you’ve got more, we are even…"

"why where you so upset tho? So distracted?" ellie now looking out the window, checking on Dina and Jesse that where still picking things up.

"i don’t know, I mean yeah I do know, but I am confused…" I was looking from my hands to the window avoiding her. "what do you mean?" she looked at me, her eyebrows furrowed. "just something that Dina said that took me by surprise" Ellie looked so confused, her eyes scanning my face. "she said that… me coming wasn’t her idea" Ellies eyes opened wide "it was yours?" silence fell between us. Her eyes now everywhere but me, her hands fidgeting and her feet bouncing "no, I mean, yes but not, well technically yes?" I interrupted her "why did you lied tho? I mean, why not tell me you wanted me here, maybe, I don’t know, you wanna make up from you being mean, or you just wanted to be nice?" I was now the one coming closer to her, stepping with every word until our shoes touched, she was looking at me. " I don’t wanna be nice to you princess. I didn’t wanted you to come with us, I offered it to Dina because I am a nice friend, that’s all."

her eyes went from my lips to my eyes, back and forth, her voice trembling, her veiny hands traveling to my hips.

the words she spoke would've hurt me if I didn’t knew her enough. without thoughts my own hands went straight to her waist. she pull me in closer, her grip stronger, our breaths getting more agitated. Our chest rising and falling so that sometimes our clothed breast slammed together. I might hate Williams, but she looked just so good... the last sunlight making her skin glow in a very delicate way. her freckles shining so preciously, highlighting all her features. her rough eyebrows with her sexy slit, her delicious lips that I longed to kiss since the last time.

"wanna kiss me Williams?" my voice sounded way smaller than I expected, but she heard it. "I wanna do more than that to you doll." she was so close, her lips almost touching mine, I wanted to close the kiss so bad but I was gonna make her work for that. I slowly moved my head a bit backwards her own face starting to chase after me. when she realised what I was doing she groaned, her hands roughly reaching for my ass, groping it hard. I let out a whimper, my cheeks glowing red but I didn’t care, she was so close to kissing me, I didn’t let her.

I went straight to her neck, placing warm and wet butterfly kisses all over it. Ellie let out some soft breaths, she was trying hard not to show how much she was enjoying. my grip on her waist softened, my hands travelled towards her breast. softly stroking them on top of her shirt. "fuck" now we were talking.

as soon as she let that moan out I smiled on her neck, and she took that opportunity to take me from my own. her large hand covering almost all of it, pressing hard. "Ellie…" shit. her smug face was so close to kissing me. she knew I liked being choke, hell, she knew almost all my fantasies. oversharing after parties and smoking weed together before she started to be mean. earned some very explicit talks.

"what the fuck?" the door opened fast and aggressively. "I can't believe it!" Ellie and I jumped from each other. I stumble to the couch and Ellie went walking to the little kitchen. I sat down crossing my legs, there was no other way to do so cause the ache between my legs was too painful, too good…

"LOOK! NINE DOLLARS. NINE FUCKING DOLLARS. FOR ONE, ONE! PACK OF MALVOROS!" Dina was screaming. furious, seemingly not realizing what just went down between Ellie and I. "damn, how many did you bought?" Ellies question earned a chuckle from Jesse. "four packs." Jesse said "and nothing less than two lighters." Dina plopped down on the couch. letting the plastic bags on the little table in front of it. grabbing one of the packs and a pink lighter "it was good deal okay? 25 cents each lighter? You kidding?" she lit the cigarette in between her speech. passing the pack to me, I took one, I was going insane from earlier and I needed some relief.

"well ladies, I am gonna take a pack to the front, yall can keep the other three" Jesse took the opened pack taking one cig in his lips, extending the hand to Dina "my lady, would you like to be my co-pilot for the evening?" the cig hanging from his lip.

Both took off for the driving cabin, I stood there smoking and looking at the window, Ellie doing the same, sitting on the other side of the couch, the music blasting.

After a couple of minutes, two beers down and half a pack of cigs, both Ellie and I were just dancing to Dinas music, the ambiance was beautiful, the sunset beaming through the windows, satanist by boygenious playing, the four of us singing so loud, Ellie took my hands on her, her feet bouncing side to side, my own trying to pick up on her poor dancing skills, I could hear Dinas laugh from behind us, our ugly dance moves making her laugh even harder.

One hour passed, I wanted to keep on dancing but I my feet were screaming for me to sit down, for at least a few minutes, Ellie, like a psychic, came closer to me, placing a water bottle in front of my face, I took it while looking at her beautiful eyes, the blue hour tinting everything beautifully, it felt like I was In a dream, and I did not wanted to wake up from it.

This was supposed to be longer but I didn’t wanted you guys to wait more, I love writing this story, is so warm and flirty. Also I choose for it to be 5 parts cause I want all the smut in individual chapters, so you know where to go when you wanna read them :))

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lets-try-some-writing · 7 months

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Goretober Day 3: Oral

I accidentally made a Soundwave origin story with this so if yall like that, here you go. Origin through angst.

Previous part here.

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“Hold him down!” Powerful sets of servos held his limbs against the frigid ground of the alley and several mecha prowled around him. The skies were dark overhelm, so much so that only a few stars broke through a clearing the smog that polluted the air. Amidst the panic that made his spark flare in terror, Soundwave found a degree of cold comfort in their presence. It was something to keep him grounded as those holding him in place kept him from squirming.

A clasp firmly wrapped around his neck stopped him from producing any serious noise and dug into his cabling as the mecha around him murmured amongst themselves. There seemed to be some debate as to what they intended to do to him, however the grip they had on him never once let up. Finally, his attackers seemed to come to some sort of dark conclusion that left Soundwave frantically trying to call for his symbiotes. Deep down in his spark he knew that even if he could contact them, whatever these mecha did to him would have long come to a close by the time any of his symbiotes arrived.

“You sparkeater lookalike-” One of the mechs hissed, his optics glinting the dark but still far away enough that Soundwave had to strain to locate him. He wished more than anything that he could free his cables and send his attackers flying, but the position he was held in, with his back flat against the ground all but totally prevented that. He was more likely to hurt himself than his enemies, and that made him shake a degree, especially as the mech who spoke pushed a few of his fellows aside and strode forward.

“A monster like you trying to be a Senator? No, we can’t have that can we.” The mech snarled, and Soundwave froze as the definitive sound of metal dragging across harsh ground reached his audials. He tried to trash, but his helm was held steady.

“Remove the monster’s mask! Can’t have that getting in the way.” Soundwave tried to squirm, to scream, to do anything and digits hooked under his mask and tore it away with a snap of broken wires and a flare of flying sparks. It hurt, but it was not nearly as bad as the chill air running across his exposed face and the now very clear vision of a raised hammer hovering mere feet above him in the servos of the mech who had been speaking.

“Let’s see if they let you run for the office of Senator once I finish with you!” The hammer seemed to swing in slow motion as it was brought down. It glinted in the starlight, and amidst the sheer, undiluted terror, Soundwave found himself momentarily stunned into silence. There was a strange beauty in the horror-

And then the hammer came crashing down on his intake and jaw.

A horrific gurgling scream came from his vocalizer as facial protoform split and energon burst free enough that Soundwave could see it flying. He choked on his energon as his jaw caved in, the protomatter making up the skeletal structure warping and cracking. His denta shattered in a spray of terrifying white shards which fell further into his intake where he could taste them as others still splattered across his devastated face. His glossa was torn as sharp edges cut into it, but that only served to have him cry out with more vigor.

He was hardly able to think before the hammer raised, stained an eerie glowing blue, and was promptly brought back down again with extreme prejudice. His screams grew more frantic even while muffled as his jaw caved entirely, the metal shattering so that it split into two rugged parts. What remained of his denta shattered further, breaking and falling into his intake so that he could feel every small piece against his glossa and intake walls. The shards dug into open angry wounds and his facial protoform throbbed in agony as it was forced to split further from the blunt force trauma.

Soundwave was unable to do anything aside from weep as the hammer came down again. Sparks clouded his vision, but every time that hammer raised he could see it shining with his spilled essence just as he could clearly capture the gleeful face of his attacker. Rage pooled deep in his spark alongside the fear and agony, so much so that his frantic attempts to free himself started to yield results. Those holding him in place struggled even more to keep him still as that cursed hammer came down-

Again. And again. And Again.

Blinding pain blurred and faded into one long wave of stinging nerves, swollen protoform, spark shaking agony from shattered skeletal structures, and tank churning nausea from pain and the feeling of his shattered denta combined. At some point the hammer stopped falling and was dropped to the ground beside him with hurried murmurs along the lines of ‘further damage will kill him’. Despite his agony, Soundwave wished he could scoff.

Fools, all of them.

“Frag you Soundwave! Try to keep aiming for a senatorial seat and we'll finish the job!” One of the mechs shouted before scurrying away with the others. Soundwave was left alone as their pedesteps faded, bleeding out in a dark alley with the assault weapon abandoned beside him. What stupid attackers. They left evidence.

He could only lay limply on the ground as he waited for his symbiotes to arrive, spitting out globs of energon, his own glossa, and pieces of denta as his venting sputtered erratically. All the while as he laid in torment, the stars twinkled overhead as both a comfort and a taunt. They watched and none intervened on his behalf. Not Primus, not Unicron, no one. Soundwave endured-

Alone.

#transformers #maccadam #transformers prime #soundwave #pre war cybertron #angst #injury #robogore #goretober #more pain and suffering #I am on a roll

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chaotic-iguana · 8 months

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bruh.

what. what the fuck.

writing started off as an exploration; a hobby that i was just trying out. something new, to pass the time. but i feel like it has now evolved into an extension of my art. over time, my stories starting having more and more elements of the poetry-inspired commentary i like to have in the forefront of my paintings, or very simply the imagery i used to include in my poems themselves.

but that isn’t even the best part.

i’ve been writing for around a month, and i absolutely adore literally every single mutual i have on here. @breakfastatjoels, @mandoisapunk, @josephquinnswhore, @bastardmandennis, @nostalxgic, @pedrosaidsheispunk, @theywhowriteandknowthings @millerscoffee

you’re all such inspirations im so glad to know u all thank u all for existing i gen would not have kept writing/still be on this site without yall and i promise im wrapping up i just think its a little fucked that im…gaining traction? how? and the crazy thing?? that list of ppl tagged up there are like just the ones i could remember off the top of my head!! there’s so many more! @imherefordeanandbones, was my first follower and the first on my taglist, and one of the first people to make me think my writing was actually not that bad for a beginner!!

anyways while i literally question everything and melt in gratitude, i hope you all have great days. thank you very much. let’s hope we see many more!!

enough sappy shit.

as a celebration, im gonna write fics, blurbs or hcs (saw/nsfw) based on the following prompts:

this is from @havenoffandoms 800 follower celebration! just send me your character pairing and prompt. list below the cut

“I’m in love with you. Please, don’t leave me.”

“Shut up and kiss me.”

“It’s really not that complicated.”

“You’re in love with them, aren’t you?”

“We could get arrested for this.”

“I thought you were dead.”

“You’re never going to let that go, are you?”

“Love is overrated.”

“If you think I’m going to talk to you while you’re dressed like that, you’re wrong!”

“Do you ever actually use your cellphone?”

“You don’t need to protect me.”

“You fainted… right into my waiting arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

“You have to make a choice.”

“You have to remember.”

“You heard me. Take. It. Off.”

“You know, it’s okay to cry.”

“You lied to me!”

“You make me feel like I’m not good enough.”

“You need to wake up cause I can’t do this without you.”

“You’ll be the death of me.”

“The only thing hotter than seeing your orgasm is seeing your smile.”

“Where do you think you’re going dressed like that? Your body is for my eyes only.”

“From the minute I met them, there was no choice. They’re smart. They’re strong. They resent their parents enough to go for a person like me. Also they’re crazy hot.”

“What do you mean, I’m not scary? I literally nearly scared the life out of a man?” “You literally scared a little saliva and a little urine out of him.”

“When someone your age dies, you instinctively want to hear it was of something that could never happen to you. Well, it’s the same with divorce.”

“I get to stay home and plan the death of Dora the Explorer. Fill her backpack with bricks and throw her into the Candy Cane River.”

“You don’t ‘take a run’ at a person. You woo them. You make them feel special.” “Hey honey, look at this. It’s a picture of my butt.”

“I don’t like you.” “I’ll get over it.”

“You’re one of the most beautiful person I know, and you don’t even know it.” “No, I know it.”

“Why do you always have to throw wet blankets on my dreams?” “I do not.” “Yes you do. And you know what I end up with? Wet dreams.”

“So you’re gonna throw me under the bus?” “Oh, I’m gonna throw you so hard I might even win a stuffed animal.”

“Who wouldn’t be angry if you ate all the cereal and faked your death for three years?”

“Quick, catch the cat it stole my coin pouch!”

“I feel like I was just hit by a car… wait, I did? And it was YOUR car?”

“I can’t believe I’m sitting in a dungeon with you of all people.”

“So why do I have to punch that guy?”

“I may have accidentally sort of adopted five goats.”

“I hope you know that my name is actually _____”

“Please stop petting the prisoners.”

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“So what if I broke my arm, I’m still doing it.”

“Why exactly do you need chloroform at 2am?”

“I’m like 75% sure this won’t explode in our faces.”

“You know how my people are, we would destroy ourselves just for spite.”

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“Let’s not blow the extortion charge out of proportion. My boss was just a sore loser.”

“Of all things, you would have thought that the rain was innocuous enough. Turns out, nothing is innocuous in this Gods forsaken place!”

“It’s illegal to make unauthorized species. But it’s also illegal to kill endangered species. Thankfully, I only did one of each.”

“The secret ingredient isn’t human flesh, that’s all I can say.”

“Where’s the king?” “He’s being chased by a wyvern. It’s an old tradition, you see.”

“If I serenade for you, will you strip for me?”

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“Don’t be stubborn. Try it.”

“You are very endearing when you are half-asleep.”

“I heard you talking in your sleep.”

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“Don’t smile at me like that. You know it drives me crazy.”

thank you. love you all.

#follower celebration #400 followers #thank you #love you all literally so much

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bugbytez13 · 3 months

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hey!!! What type of Whumper is your go-to? And what type of Whumpee?

hi tysm for the question!!!!

usually for whumper i go for some sort of outside force if that makes sense? like a mission gone wrong or something like that

BUT. i’m a big fan of like. i’m not really sure how to describe it. charming whumpers? like ones who are really sure of themselves and no one really suspects to be a bad guy because they are so charming and silly and friendly. i’m not sure if that makes sense

also if there are ever any whumpers in business suits… 😊

BIG FAN OF STOIC WHUMPEE. and this doesn’t even have to be the strong or silent type just characters who are not openly vulnerable (something all of my favs have in common lmao)

there’s something so cathartic about a character who has never been vulnerable with someone have their walls torn down and have their peers see their rawest feelings. something so great about them getting the comfort they could never ask for…

im so insane auauaughhhh please yall feel free to send more asks! i love to talk

#asks #whump #whump prompt #hurt/comfort #stoic whumpee #charismatic whumper #going insane

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I wish I have a platonic rich aunt and uncle like u, my uncle's are either sleazy, greedy, almost got bankrupt because of a delusion. Like some of my aunt are greedy, back stabbing liar, literally spreads rumors about someone who literally gives them money when they don't have a job and depends on ironically that one person who sends them the money, so on and so forth. 10/10 do not recommend.

Man I wish to have a platonic rich aunt and uncle who spoils u and treats u well meanwhile I'm stuck with people can't lift themselves up and rather spread lies to the person they're depending rather than being grateful, lied to my parents how I didn't do shit to help at the family business that one day they're out "how they did all the work and I lazed around" when it was the exact opposite (I still have a grudge on this person, sad how I'm stuck seeing early in the morning when I get ready for work) 🤡🤡🤡 I feel like the whole entire circus for having the end of the stick when it comes to aunt and uncles. I mean not all of em are bad, it's just more so I got bad ones more than the good ones.

Damn that sounds rough, but omggg I have something even more amazing to tell yall. I literally couldn't believe it myself-

So like I have like 4 uncles, and the one who is my fav is the youngest one. And like, literally a day later after I posted about my uncle being a "rich platonic yandere", my other uncle called my mum and was like "hm, I was thinking about flying out Snow to *other side of the world, well developed country*, for like a girls trip (with his daughters). Why? Idk, I guess she'll have fun at Disney world and whatever she wants for do here-" and like girl😭😭😭😭

My mother is like actively pushing me to go but I don't want to because 1. I don't want him to spend money on me. The guilt and weight of all is too much. 2. I just wanna go with my mother, be it around the world or to the grocery store. I love her😭

Anyways, she calls me a stupid ass for not going but whatever.

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Huntlow Prompt; Willow asks Hunter to teach her how to fly an airship (since it's HEAVILY implied in Clouds on the Horizon that she doesn't know and was willing to learn on the fly to chase down Kiki and give her a beat down before she could take 'Hunter' to Belos) mostly as an excuse to spend more time alone with him.

First off the fact that you sent me a prompt had me mentally screaming. So i hope this is good! Definitely didn't take days trying to make sure its perfect.

"We'll be sending materials to rebuild and transporting goods tomorrow aboard the aircrafts. Since you know how to fly then we'll need your help. You'll just have to miss the game." Darius told Hunter.

This brought an unsatisfied sigh from the ex-soldier. "But.. It's Willow! She's the one that invited me!" Hunter whispered shouted as he tried to not be obvious about his displeasure to the others in the room.

Darius muttered something about hormones and rubbed his face tiredly. "Well then you better find someone else that knows how to fly an airship."

Hunter looked back at the three others in the room. Eda and Raine were already gonna be flying one of the aircrafts and Luz was heading back to the human for the week because of school. He had only made a few friends outside of the hexsquad as they called themselves and he'd have felt bad asking any of them to do it... well he seriously doubted they even knew how to fly one. Gus was too young to fly one even if he taught him. And showing Willow how to fly one would be stupid considering the purpose of finding someone to do it for him was so he could spend time with her.

He groaned in annoyance. "Ok fine. I'll just have to tell her I can't go."

"Sorry Little Prince, I'll pay for yalls tickets whenever the next game is in town." Darius assured.

"Wait. She had to pay for the tickets?!" Hunter freaked out at this new information. Not only was he not coming, but he wasted her money? Oh this couldn't get worse.

He then turned out the door and ran towards her house.

Hunter found the dark haired beauty kneeled to the ground as she worked the soil around a small plant. He felt his hands tighten to fists and he became a loss of words when she turned and smiled at him.

"Hey Hunter. I didn't know you were coming by. "

"Heh, uhm, surprise?" He tried.

She smiled sweetly and patted the ground beside her as she wiped her hands on her skirt.

Hunter gulped and tensely sat down. Under any other circumstances he'd have started gushing on about something he found out that day or just straight up tipped over his words in an incoherent train of thought. But today guilt flooded his mind.

"I'm not gonna make it tomorrow." He rushed out.

'Wh-"

"I can pay you back for the tickets! I promise. Dell has been giving me allowance and even some extra pay for helping with the planting and carving. So- ugh. I forgot my bag." Hunter cursed under his breath and smacked his hand to his forehead.

"Oh.. It's ok. They weren't that expensive. You don't have to pay. " Willow dismissed casually but Hunter could see the disappointment in her eyes. His heart dropped at the sight and he desperately tried to think of something to make up for it.

Maybe... he could take her-

"Did something come up?" Willow asked but seemed very interested in her fingers all of a sudden.

"I have to help transport goods and building materials to the Left Arm. They don't have anyone else that knows how to fly that isn't busy or already flying one."

This caught her interest. “You’re taking an air ship?”

”Yeah. Why?”

“Well… I’ve always wanted to know how to fly one of them.. you know, to add it to my list of achievements?” She tried, gaze averted towards the sky.

”Oh really? They’re not that hard maybe-“

”You could teach me!” She finished excitedly. She grabbed his hands in hers and smiled widely. Eyes lit up at the idea.

It took Hunter a full three seconds to catch up to what she was saying as he was distracted by his hands between her own. “You want me to teach you? Really?”

”yeah! Besides last time I tried it didn’t uhm. Work well. So it’d be nice to know how to, In case something comes up again.”

“Y-yeah. I don’t know when I’d be able to though. Well I’m free but I- I mean when you are free?”

“We can go now! Surely they won’t mind if the boiling isles favorite hero taught little ole me.”

Hunter chuckled at this. “You mean if the boiling isles like fifth favorite hero taught the worlds most powerful witch.” He smirked, unconsciously leaning closer.

“I wouldn’t say the most powerful… maybe the boiling isles fifth favorite biggest fan.” She hinted. Now only mere inches away from the blondes face, their heart and galderstone quickened in pace.

Last time they were this close to eachother they had kis-

“Woah! Am I interrupting something?”

The two jerked away from each other, faces flushed deeply and met the gaze of their favorite illusionist. He wore a sly smirk on his face. Arms crossed and an eyebrow raised.

“Yes.”

”No!”

The two replied in unison. They both snapped their gaze back to each other, shock on the plant witches face and embarrassment/confusion from the grimwalker.

“He’s not?”

”He is?”

Gus laughed mercilessly at the two before stating he’d give them a minute. That he had to grab something from inside.

“So uhm. Do you want to go today? I’m free.” Willow stated quickly, too embarrassed to talk about what had almost happened while trying to hold back the laughter at the blondes disappointed face.

“Oh. Yeah we can. What about Gus? He seemed like he needed something.” He mumbled.

”oh don’t worry about him. Imma run inside and change real quick and then see what he needed. You could come inside but… then my dads would want to ask too many questions and it would take away our time together- I mean our time to train! “ she laughed forcefully and took off towards the door.

“Hunter? What are you- you brought your girlfriend? If this is about the game tomorrow then we can find-“

”No! She wants me to teach her how to fly. And she’s not- er we’re not uhm-“

”I asked Hunter to teach me how to fly one in case y’all need an extra hand later. It’s fine. The tickets aren’t that expensive anyway.” She prompted with a raised eyebrow, hoping the ex head coven witch would catch on.

Darius raised and eyebrow and nodded slowly. “Well thank you for the help Miss Park. I’m sure it will come in handy soon. I’ll leave you to it then. Make sure to have the airship back before sunset please so we can load it tonight, Hunter.”

”Oh of course! Thanks Darius.” Hunter smiled at the closet thing he seemed to have to a father before turning towards the plant witch. “This way.”

The two walked towards one of the many air ships, and made their way aboard it. Hunter looked at the many levers and suddenly went kind blank. “So uhm. What part did you wanna learn?”

“How to fly? I guess. Are there different ways to-“

”No! Sorry that was a stupid question. Sorry I just, it’s hard to think around you sometimes- I mean not that it’s a bad thing but- I… I don’t know. This is an airship!” He shouted unnecessarily. He felt heat rush to his face as he pursed his lips and put his hands on his hips. What the heck was he doing? He knew how to teach someone how to fly. Sure he hadn’t done it before but it couldn’t be that hard! Titan help.

Willow giggled and brought a hand to her mouth. She then tapped a finger to her chin and hummed thoughtfully. “You could start by telling me what does what?” She offered.

This brought an “O” to the boys face. He then turned towards the front and looked over the many operating levers and such. “Well. You see the wheel, of course it’s used for steering. It controls the keel. It’s like, do you know how a bird uses its tail feathers to turn and balance themselves while they’re flying?”

”I didn’t but I do now. That’s pretty cool.” She smiled thoughtfully.

”heh, well uhm that’s what that’s for. And then see this? This controls the sail and mast. You’ll want to be wary of the wind for that. It also controls the speed. And then this lever? The one hanging? It lowers the ship- safely. Last time one of y’all pulled this lever,” he pointed, “ that turned on the autopilot. Since Darius had it on autopilot, he didn’t have this lever pulled, this turns the propellers on. I don’t know why he did that though, autopilot is the main reason people crash the ships. It’s fine if they want to, well need to do something but he should have left this on anyways. That just means he wasn’t paying a lick of attention and didn’t want to watch the meter.” He huffed indignantly and muttered something about how he could’ve gotten them hurt. “This is the one that turns on the propellers, that starts the ship. This one lifts it up. And that one, depending on which shift you’re in, brings you however high you wanna go. I would stay in the fifth shift since you’re a beginner. You don’t want to be low in case of running into something or being to close to the forest canopy. But you don’t need to be high enough that you get caught in a wind turbulence. That could be bad.” He trialed off.

Willow looked up and smiled. “So this is pretty much all I need to know?”

”Well this is the basics. So technically you could fly a ship, but you would definitely need someone with you who knew what they were doing.”

A devious smirk formed on the plant witch’s face. “You seem like you know what you’re doing.”

”Well of course I do- wait. Do you wanna try flying it?”

“Maybeee?” She smiled widely.

His galderstone best a little faster at the large grin on her face. It had taken him who knows how long to go over everything and show which lever does which. The sun looked like it would set soon.. and Darius said to have it back before then. “I don’t-“

”Please?” She asked, eyes wide, her hands now gripping his in her own. She squeezed them in anticipation.

“I- I guess it wouldn’t hurt?”

“Yes!” She jumped excitedly and turned towards the levers. Using all her knowledge she had gained to start the ship and got ready for lift off.

It took everything in Hunter not to freak out as she quickly turned everything on. But she obviously had been listening cause he didn’t see one wrong move. Titan this girl was a fast learner.

But then she reached for the wrong lever. “Wait!” Hunter tried, but didn’t make it fast enough before she pulled it back and they were sent skyrocketing into the air.

“AHHH!”

Hunter quickly took over and pulled a few lever, before putting that one back in place. They were a few hundred feet in the air now, luckily they hadn’t gotten too high up.

He sighed in relief.

Just as he thought his galderstone had settled from the panic it picked right back up. He saw two hand clasped around his waist and noticed the feel of someone snuggled against his back. He gulped, feeling his face burn fiercely.

“I’m sorry.” She mumbled from behind.

Silence.

”Hunter?” The girl slowly let go of his waist and peeked around. His face was red, he bit his lip, clamping his mouth shut. Obvious mirth shone from his eyes as he met her gaze.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHA”

“What?” Willow stood in shock as the blond boy doubled over from laughing so hard.

“You-you…” he wheezed.

Willow narrowed her eyes but couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled up from her stomach. Soon they were both laughing merrily.

As the laughter died down, Willow twirled a piece of hair in her finger. “I pulled the autopilot lever didn’t I?”

He nodded, a big smile still on his face as he wiped a tear from the corner of his eye and let out a long happy sigh. “You’re so amazing.”

“I almost got us killed.” She chuckled.

“I know. But it’s ok. We’re ok. I just thought you were doing so well! Which you did and then that happened, I couldn’t help but laugh, I’m sorry.”

“I’d have laughed too, it’s ok. I. To tell the truth I kind of stopped listening half way through.” She muttered softly. A small pink tint draped across her cheeks.

“Oh… I was talking too much. I’m sorry.”

”What? No!” Willow quickly caught herself and grabbed his hands again. “I love listening to you talk. You were just… so darn cute I couldn’t pay attention.”

Hunter squeaked. “Cute?”

”Yeah! You’re cute. I can usually focus but you were being extra cute.” She muttered sheepishly. “I.. I didn’t come to learn how to fly either.. I mean I did! But it was mainly just so I could spend time with you.” She admitted.

Hunter felt like his chest was gonna burst at the pure joy he felt in hearing that.

She wasn’t prepared for what came out his mouth next.

“Please marry me.”

”Wait what?” She blushed fiercely.

”Uh. I mean! Oh look at time! Darius is gonna kill is if we don’t land this ship soon!” Hunter quickly turned away and started operating the ship towards the others. His face was redder than she had ever seen it and she felt herself flutter at the thought of what he said.

“One day. Maybe.”

”Huh?”

”I’ll marry you one day.” She smiled as she placed a quick kiss on his cheek and leaned her head against his shoulder.

He felt like he could die from happiness then and there. But maybe he better land that ship first.

#Huntlow #huntlow oneshot #my stuff #i enjoyed writing this so much #Aksjsjdhjsks #Still can’t believe you sent me a prompt #Hope this is well 😭#Willow park #hunter noceda #darius the owl house #gus porter #I left out the first part of it cuz tumblr acting funny and it took too much space I guess #Imma post this on AO3 tho #Loosescrewlefty

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💚 🤍 💔 🏳️‍🌈 💀

(Sorry im sending so many 😭 i just really want to hear your opinion on a lot of things)

Long answers so putting them under 'keep reading' for the sake of yall's dashboards.

💚: What does everyone else get wrong about your favorite character?

Mmmmm. I'm gonna pick two and cheat cause I have feelings on how both are written.

First, Mipha. Like you and other mutuals, when it comes to Mipha, we all are on the same page of just how bland and weak she is written or seen by others in the fandom.

That her crush on Link gets in the way (it doesn't. Yes she loves him, but her love of him never overtakes her duties). That she only cares about Link (no she cares for all the people in the Domain and Link and is selfless to a fault, one of her intended flaws). That she is not partially adept (her spearmanship is described being a league of her own). It just culminates into all of these weird mix of Mipha becoming a bland side character when she really is not. Yes is some of her canon writing a bit shallow? Absolutely. But that's true for all of the Champions. And yet Urbosa and Revali get more love and deserved writing in the fandom, leaving Mipha and Daruk in the dust.

As for the other character? Garrus Vakarian. I love my boy. I love me one space dino. but PLEASE fandom you all need to course correct how you write him. Garrus is Shepard's best friend, no matter if they are in a relationship or not. Also, Garrus is protective of Shepard, but not overprotective to the point of smothering. Yeah the party shenanigans with him and Zaeed talking about defensive parameters for Shepard is great and funny, but some have him way overprotective of Shepard to the point of getting in her way. Shepard can take care of herself. Garrus knows this. And he steps in only when he knows he should. Also....Garrus isn't as suave as you think he is. All that bravado is to hide his self-depreciation and yall gotta remember that. Temper that badassery with some good old depression and PTSD cause that's Garrus for you.

🤍: Which character is not as morally bad as everyone else seems to think?

That's a hard one. Rhoam? Yeah he's a shit father and yeah could he have treated Zelda better? Absolutely. Pretentious to think all the races will drop everything to give their best people, or in the case of Urbosa and Mipha, ruler/heir? No doubt. There's no if and or buts there.

But keep in mind. Hyrule's fate was residing on him. On Zelda's sealing powers. On him excavating the entire regions, finding the divine beasts, organizing the Sheikah with the Guardians, raising an army, diplomatically asking for help from the other races...all while trying to run a kingdom. The stress got to him, and he did what he did because partly he thought he was right, but mostly he was, I feel, nervous and scared. Everything was riding on his and his daughter's success, and he took his frustration out on his failure. Does that make him morally bad? Yeah. But it doesn't make him an outright villain or asshole as everyone likes to dunk on him for.

Rhoam to me is more of an anti-hero. His ultimate end goal is the salvation of Hyrule, but his methods to get there, while noble, are questionable when dealing with people themselves.

💔: If you had to remove one major character from the series, who would you choose?

Ganondorf. I'm sorry, I love him, but I actually think his repeated presence in Legend of Zelda severely limits the creativity and storytelling behind the LoZ franchise. I could even throw in the argument of Link and Zelda as well. The one thing I will never forgive SS for was the Curse of Demise. That shit right there? Ruined the series to come. We can no longer get a new BBEG without Ganondorf either being directly or indirectly involved in the story. Like look, I love games that took either a different take on Ganon before the whole Demise curse, or after by distancing it in some way. Look at TP, BoTW, and MM. Zant being controlled by Ganondorf, a Calamity born of his hatred, and no Ganon involved.

Now granted, WW is probably one of my favorite takes on Ganondorf, but that's because he was given a little bit more humanity alongside his evilness. That he is a 'person' and despite that, still evil.

And even still, I would argue, by having Gandondorf as the same villain over and over you are just re-hashing the same story with the same characters, the same old Good vs Evil plot of Hylia vs Demise just in a different era. And while the gameplay may be great for future games,. at some point, there will be a breaking point for the story. ToTk a prime example.

🏳️‍🌈: Which character who is commonly headcanoned as queer doesn't seem queer to you?

Sidon? And yeah I'm gonna toss in Revali there too. I just don't see them as queer. And that's not cause I'm straight either.

I just..I don't know I don't even see Sidon as being romantically involved with anyone (I am still choosing to completely ignore any and all ToTK Canon). And if he is? I don't know who I'd ship him with or who his partner would be? Am I currently in the middle of writing a Sidbazz wip as part of my miphlink modern AU? Yeah. Still, I don't really headcanon him myself as queer. It's a fluid concept for me...whatever fits the story I'm writing best.

As for Revali, I ship him with his own ego.

💀: If you had to choose one major character to die, who would you choose?

BoTW Zelda. She should have died at the end of BoTW. Here's my reasoning.

She should have died alongside the other Champions. The last relics of the past, leaving an amnesiac Link with barely any memories to make a new life in a land he has come to slowly recognize as the world he lives in now, and not the past. It's how I initially hoped BoTW was going to do. That we encounter Zelda's spirit at the end of the story, her last act to hold the Calamity back in enough time for Link to finish the job.

Now I know Nintendo would never even fathom something like this. Can't kill off your precious Zelda and piss off all the Zelda/Zelink fans. but narratively I think it would have made for a great bittersweet ending. And would have made for a better sequel as well.

#thanks for the asks!#long answers

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Nimona (2023), friends.

First of all thank u to the people who made these great gifs!!! This is presumptuous of me but i truly hope u dont mind me featuring them! This is the first of - hopefully many - years of my Media Gifventure for the Holiday Season of 2023. I will go into more details if i need. So.

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The Dragon Queen of Fiska

Chapter Two: Feasts and Fists

hey 🧍‍♀️ its me again. did i have this in my drafts for months and forgot abt it until just now? yes. my bad. but will i have the next chapter out soon despite the fact that i work on it? ...maybe.

ANYWAY LOVE YALL COLLEGE HAS MADE ME DEPRESSED BUT MAYBE THIS WILL BRING ME SOME SERATONIN x.

dagur the deranged x female!reader

summary: y/n finally meets dagur the deranged during an annual treaty singing. during the feast, they both learn a lot about each other and how terrifying the other can be

word count: ~5.4k

warnings: swearing, violence, mentions of alcohol

Months passed since your last visit to Berk. It’s the cusp of spring now, the remaining snow from the most recent blizzard finally beginning to melt away. The air was still cold and your elkskin cloak went with you everywhere you went.

A fire crackles in the hearth of the Great Hall. People often come in to warm themselves or to converse with their friends, safe from the briskness of the outside.

You sit at the head table with Ingrid, looking over parchments. In a few days, those from the Berserker tribe will visit for their annual treaty signing, as well as the annual bear hunt that went along with it. It always took place on your island. That was one of the only places in the archipelago where one could find bears. Many tribes had hunted them down and killed them off their islands. But your people kept them at a reasonable number. There were even stories of old chiefs taming bears and keeping them as pets.

You’re looking forward to this. It’s your first time doing this in your father’s stead. You’ll also meet the infamous Dagur the Deranged. You’ve heard a lot of him. How he loved to kill dragons. How he was one of the youngest chiefs after his father’s death. You figured that was one thing you two had in common.

The other being the fact that you were both bat-shit insane.

“This’ll be fun!” you exclaim, smiling. “Me and Dagur, together in the forest, killing bears with our bear hands.” You grinned at the thought, blood rushing through your veins like lightning from Odin himself.

Ingrid looks at you with a raised brow. “Did you mean that pun?”

You just stare at her, confused, your smile gone from your face. “What?”

She just shakes her head. “Nothing. Anyway, they’ll be here before tomorrow night, we know that for sure. Also, we’ll need to hide our dragons. Dagur is notorious for killing dragons.”

“Aren’t most Vikings? We can hold him off. Besides, if he touches them then we can kill all of them.”

Ingrid shrugs. “True. Still, I’d advise we send them off just to be safe.”

You consider her words before you nod in agreement. “Yeah, it’s for the best. Besides, judging by the Berserker’s reputation, I’d rather not have a quarrel with them. We’ll send them off tomorrow morning to the craggy rocks. They’ll be fine there. It’s too dangerous for Vikings to roam to as well.”

Ingrid nods. “Very well. Also, I’ve already got some of the servants making the Berserkers’ beddings for their stay. Those few spare homes shall do them well, no?”

You agree with her. “What else?”

“The farmers will slaughter their pigs, yaks, and chickens for the welcoming feats tomorrow morning and the cooks will get them prepared. We’re lucky we’ve had some time since the last storm.” She places her charcoal pencil down and stands up straight, stretching her arms.

“Yes,” you reply, doing the same as she does. “Alright, if that’s it, then I’m going to head out. Thorhild is giving birth and I cannot miss the birth of my cousin.”

Ingrid gives you a smile. “Very well. What will the baby be named?”

You begin to head out and shrug. “No idea. Shall I suggest Ingrid?”

Your friend laughs and you exit the hall, great spruce doors banging shut behind you.

It’s midday when you reach your cousin’s home and sunset when you leave. You release a breath of relief, free from the hot, sickly smelly home. Your cousin did well. Her son was named Magnus. Strength.

You walk home alone. You enter your home alone. You eat a light dinner of broth alone and practice your reading alone. You’ve been alone almost all your life. Your mother died during a dragon attack and your father died of sickness a year ago. You’ve grown used to being along and you don’t mind it.

The next day, it’s clear and bright. The snow is all melted by late morning and by late afternoon, Ingrid calls to you.

You’ve just returned with Eid after sending the dragons away. There is no trace that any of them even lived in the village. Their saddles are hidden underneath floorboards and their stables can be passed off as sheds or barns.

“What is it, Ingrid?” you ask her, jogging down the hill to the cliff where she’s standing.

She hands your her spyglass and you look where she’s pointing. You spot three ships bearing the Berserker crest on their sails. They’re large, as most ships are. Their prows are decorated with large, exaggerated figureheads of dragons, sharp eyes, and long teeth to match.

You hand the spyglass back to Ingrid and beam, heart thumping with anticipation. “Let’s go welcome them, then!”

By the time the three of you climb down the cliffs and down to the beach, they are close enough to the dock for you to greet them. You search for Dagur but cannot find him yet. You’re fairly sure of how he looks. A bit taller than you, a tall helmet and three blue stripes tattoos over his face. That would stand out for sure, as tattoos were not common among Vikings.

“Welcome, Berserkers,” you say in a loud and proud voice, “to the isle of Fiska, home of the Savage Ax tribe!”

The men drop their anchors and rope their ships to the docks. The wood creaks and water splashes at your feet. Your heart is thrumming in your chest.

Their gangplank falls and one of the men holds up his spear. "Presenting the high chief of the Berserker tribe! Cracker of skulls! Slayer of beasts! The great and fearsome Dagur the Deranged!"

Up steps a boy not older than you, head covered by helmet but eyes shone green as emeralds and as wild as the sea. Immediately, you're drawn to him.

Dagur the Deranged walks down the plank and you notice that he's laughing to himself.

"What's so funny?" you ask him, voice even and a smirk playing at your lips.

"Oh, nothing," he says, shoulders back. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Y/N the Raging. I've heard a lot about you." His eyes narrow and are fixed upon you. A shiver goes down your spine.

"All good things, I hope. But then again, bad things wouldn't be too terrible, either. As long as they're terrible enough."

"I've heard you're one of the most feared women in the archipelago."

A burst of pride blooms in your chest and you urge it down. "Is that so? I wouldn't say that." Cheekily, you look away, feigning humbleness.

"One of the youngest chieftains alive," says Dagur, clearly trying to flatter you, though you know in nothing more than an attempt to be on your good side. "One said to have raided every town from here to the Thunderrock fjords. Killer of dragons, slayer of men." His tone changes. Before, it was flattering and admirable. Now, it's condescending and taunting. "Tell me, how is it one has so many titles yet is this underwhelming in person?"

Your mood is always ready to change at the drop of a coin, but this time, it changed quicker than ever. Heat rushes to your face, embarrassment. Did he just call you underwhelming? In front of his people, in front of your people. Did he know who you were? Did he know what you could do to him? If you called, your dragons would come in an instant and burn him to ash, leaving nothing but that big, obnoxious helmet of his behind.

"Excuse you?" you ask him in a deadly quiet voice. "Cheif Dagur, do you dare insult me on my own shores?" Your hands want to reach for the ax at your hip, but instead, you ball your hands into fists, nails digging into the skin of your palm.

"I do not," he replies, voice and face both calm, neutral. "I only challenge you to prove me wrong." And then he smiles, a crazed smile, a smile of someone who seemed to fool Loki himself.

Never in your life have you turned down a challenge. When you were younger, another child in the village dared you to jump from a cliff on the beach down to the reef below. You did as he said and came out with a broken ankle and toes. Ingrid once challenged you to shoot an apple off of her head when you were young teens. You nearly shot her head off twice before she finally insisted that you stop.

Your father did not raise a corward, he did not raise a chicken. And you would not have this boy, this immature Chief, belive that you were cowardly.

Ingrid and Eid whisper behind you. You can hear some of your people as well as Dagur's men begin to whisper. Your vision turns red and you resist the urge to hold him at axe-point.

"Do not test me, boy." You spit out the last word, glaring at him. "Or you will see that I can be given much more colorful names. Now, tell me. Have you ever witnessed a bear?"

"Can't say that I have," he tells you, smirking still. Oh how you want to wipe that off of his stupid, smug face.

"Oh, you will," you whisper. Stepping back, you straighten up. You took a deep breath to contain your anger and say in a loud, clear voice, "Are you aware of the annual Savage Ax bear hunt?"

"My father mentioned it," he replies, taking a step back as well. The two of you no longer sound hostile towards the other, but the tension is still there, thick and sharp. "After signing the treaty, the chiefs went together."

"It's been a tradition since my great-great-grandfather, Erik, first made the treaty with the Berserkers," you explain. It was something you had heard your father say over and over again. "The chiefs would meet in the morning and set out together to find the biggest brown bear living in the forests." You hold out a hand behind you, towards the great, towering trees, swaying in the late winter wind.

A look crosses over Dagur's face. Pride, perhaps? Excitement? You don't blame him, you're also looking forward to the hunt. Maybe not with him, but still.

"Sounds like quite the challenge."

You smirk. "Oh, it is. But first! You and your men must be starving and exhausted. Come, let us feast!"

Dagur's men cheer and you turn to Ingrid, quickly motioning her forward. "Is the feast ready yet?"

"Not quite, my lady."

Your eyes narrow. Thor, you give those people one simple task and yet they cannot do it. "Tell them to hurry up or I will be cooking their dogs instead, see if that's any quicker."

Ingrid clasps her hands and nods. "I'll go tell them to hurry up, then."

She turns and pushes past the mass of people before running up to the hall.

Dagur appears beside you. "I'm not so sure if dogs cook much faster than pigs," he said in a mildly amused tone.

You shrug and begin to make your way up to the hall, you and Dagur leading both your tribes. You walk slowly in an effort to give Ingrid and the cooks more time. "Yes, well. We all need some form of motivation, do we not?"

He just nods. A beat of silence passes. "I heard about your father. I'm sorry."

You look at him. "Thank you. I'm sorry about the passing of yours. I understand that it's hard to move on, especially run a village after something like that."

"Yeah, well, my father had taught me everything while I was growing up," he says with a shrug. "Preparing me, I'm sure."

You hum. "Mine didn't do so well."

"What do you mean?"

You chuckle lightly and say, "Well, when he died, it was in the middle of a drought. It was a terrible coincidence and I was the one everyone looked to after that. So I was the one who had to fix the problems."

"What did you do?"

"Well, as it turned out, our main well was no longer getting water," you explain. In the distance, you point towards the old well, a simple wooden box with a pole and a bucket beside it. It's faded and rotting, no one has had the chance to tear it down yet. "So we made some new ones. In the meantime, we made a couple smaller ones, but for our new main well, we made it out of cobblestone."

Dagur nods along, maintaining eye contact most of the time and occasionally glancing around. The pair of you lapse into an uncomfortable silence. You're not quite sure what to say after what had just happened. Of course, you're still upset, but you had already threatened him. What else could you do?

Thankfully, halfway through the village, Dagur asks, "So, this bear hunt. Tell me more about it."

"I mean, it's quite self-explanatory. Us two will head out early tomorrow morning with some supplies into the forest. Normally, my father and your father would visit the seeress, Cyrena.”

Dagur looks at you in curiosity. “You have a witch here?”

You simply nod. “Yes. She’s lived her since the reign of my grandfather. She lives off in the distance, far away, back towards the base of the mountains. She has a few girls that live with her, but she is quite nice. Keeps to herself most of the time and she can be helpful in a pinch.”

Witchcraft was a somewhat common thing to Vikings. Freyja was a sorceress herself and able to tell the future. Cyrena was also adept at telling the future. You remember your father telling stories of how when he went to visit her when your mother was pregnant, Cyrena predicated that your mother’s baby would be one of the most powerful chiefs in the archipelago.

It was beginning to seem like she was right.

You finally reach the doors of the great hall and you say a quick prayer to Odin that the food be ready before pushing them open.

The smell of ham and chicken greets your nose, alongside the smell of bread and beets and that sour smell of mead. Cooks and servers are scurrying around in an effort to get every last little thing ready. You spot Ingrid among them, helping, placing down plates and knives.

You turn and address the men and women of both tribes. “Eat as much as you wish, drink as much as you can! Rest, for our stores of food are bottomless and our mead and wine even more so.”

There’s a cheer and you smile before waking towards the back of the hall where the table for chiefs sits. Dagur follows behind you and you watch the rest of his men and your people sit down, pints of mead served and wine poured.

You sit beside Ingrid and Dagur pulls out the chair beside you. Before he sits down, however, he takes his axe from his belt and leans it against the wall before he sits.

A servant girl comes and places three mugs of mead in front of you. Ingrid thanks her but she walks off before anyone else can.

The feast goes well. You, Dagur and Ingrid make small talks, make small jokes and laugh. You watch your people mingle with Dagur’s men. Women and men flirt together occasionally and you spot one or two of them leave together.

People eat, laugh, drink together. As the night wears on, you stop drinking, already feeling the effects. If you didn’t have anything to do in the morning, you would keep going, but you’d rather not deal with the massive headache you always get the morning after.

Ingrid nudges your arm and you look at her. “What?”

She points her knife towards the side of the room and you follow her gaze. Two men, one Dagur’s and one yours, look to be in a heated argument. From what you can tell, it doesn’t look violent, but everyone around them is watching.

You nudge Dagur’s arm with your elbow and lazily point a finger towards them, leaning back in your chair. “Should I be worried?”

Dagur takes a moment to respond, probably judging the situation. “Maybe. That’s Vestar, he’s….well, he’s got some issues.”

Your man, Boe, also had his own issues. Anger issues, he tended to think with his hands rather than his head. You stand, watching the argument heat up. Vestar and Boe stand up and you watch Boe’s hand form a fist. Before you can yell and order him to stop, it's too late. Boe’s hand collides with Vestar’s face and soon enough, the two of them are on the ground, throwing fists.

You groan and walk around the table, throwing your chair down in your haste. “For the love of fucking Thor!”

Dagur is right behind you, but you don’t even notice. Your vision is red as you make your way towards Boe, who is currently beating the absolute shit out of Vestar. Though it looks like he’s putting up a fair fight, blocking, getting a few kicks in and even managing to push Boe off of him for a moment.

“Boe!” you shout, voice booming. People, Beserkers and Fiskans alike, scramble out of your way.

You reach a hand and grab the back of Boe’s tunic, taking the material into your fist. Boe is a large man and he’s renowned for his strength. But when he’s in the middle of a fight, he gets sloppy. So you have no trouble hauling him off of Vestar and onto the hard stone floors.

He shouts something and stands, but you backhand him. It echos through the quiet hall and bounces off the walls. Boe falls to his knees and glares up at you. He makes a move to stand and you raise your fist.

“You want another mark?” you demand, giving him a challenging look. He backs down and leans on his heels. A wave of satisfaction rolls through you. “Now. What in Odin’s great name is going on?”

Dagur’s man is also standing back. Dagur himself is holding an arm up on his man’s chest as if to hold him back. Dagur is staring at you with an expression you’ve grown to become accustomed to. A mixture of fear and respect.

“Well?” You look between the two of them, impatiently waiting for an answer.

Boe is the first to speak. “He insulted my mother.”

Pushing your tongue into your cheek, you try to keep your blood from boiling over. “What did he say?”

“He called her a whore.”

You roll your eyes. “She was a whore, Boe, Odin rest her soul.” You throw a hand up. “Do you know how many people in this room are related to you?”

“I still won’t have him disrespect my mother’s name!” he exclaims, standing, but making no move to strike again. “Not to mention that he disgraced my entire family name. Do you even know what the House of Sigmond has done?”

“From what you’ve told me, sounds like you’re all cowards!” snaps Dagur’s man.

“Cowards?” roars Boe and lurches forward. You punch him in the jaw and send him sprawled in the floor. Then you turn to Vestar, standing there with a smug look on his face.

“Wipe that smirk off your face,” growls Dagur. Though he’s shorter than his man, it doesn’t make Vestar cower any less.

“Dagur,” you say in an unnervingly calm voice. You’re heaving, trying to keep yourself steady. The last thing you want to do is lash out at the chief of the Berserker tribe before you have a chance to renew the treaty. “Take your man out of here. I will have no tolerance for name-calling in my hall.”

Dagur nods and shoved Vestar forward. “Take him away. You and I are going to have a long conversation about this later that I know you aren’t going to enjoy.”

You motion for a servant girl to take him to one of the buildings that has been prepared. In the meantime, you haul Boe back on his feet. There’s a red mark on his cheek and a bruise forming on his jaw. Regardless, you brush of his shoulders and the fur of his cape.

“Now, Boe?” You look up at him. “If you pull something like that again? I’ll feed you to Solveig myself. Hm? Does that sound preferable?“

When Boe does not reply, only looks at you in fright, you laugh and smile sweetly. “That’s what I thought. Now, I suggest you go home. Alright?”

“Y—yes, Chief,” he stammers before quickly leaving the hall, followed close by his wife and his cousin, who you’re fairly sure is his brother.

His mother was quite the whore, though you would never say that to his face. You’re not stupid.

With a deep sigh, you turn and head back to your table, Dagur not fall behind you. Ingrid hasn’t moved and is eating another piece of cod silently, picking out the bones.

“You know,” she says between bites, “your slaps are getting louder.”

“Oh, well thanks,” you say with a smile and sit back down. You’re not hungry anymore, but you can’t leave quite yet. It’s not late enough, the sun has just set outside and the moonlight mingels with the fires and torches inside the hall.

Dagur takes his seat beside you and says, “That was interesting.”

“I’m sorry about that,” you apologize. “Boe is just extremely sensitive about his mother.”

“No, it’s fine. Vestar shouldn’t have called her a whore.”

You shrug. “Well, she was.”

Dagur laughs.

The night continues to wear on. People come and go. You watch children run between tables, chasing each other in helmets too big for them and dulled down axes and swords, screaming and laughing.

You’ve always been fond of children. They seemed so innocent and pure. You remembered when you were a child, you never got that. Always following your father around, hearing his tales of raids and bloodshed. You remember fleeing from dragons as a small girl during the almost nightly attacks, screaming for your faðir.

Those werent your most pleasant memories. But now, when you finally had control over Rhys and ran the rest of the dragons off of your island, you didn’t have to worry about that. The kids didn’t have to worry about that.

“Y/N!” calls a small girl. Tove was her name. Meaning dove. She scrambles up to the front of your table and pushes her hands down on it, her blonde hair hanging in front of her face. “Can I borrow your helmet? We’re playing a game and I’m gonna be you!”

Ingrid bites her lip, smiling. “Oh, be sure to be real mean to… who’s playing me?”

Tove points towards another girl with black hair. You recalled her name was Ase.

“Be real mean to Ase if you’re gonna be Y/N,” whispers Ingrid in a loud voice, not really intending to be quiet. “‘Cause she’s mean to me all the time.”

You shove her arm and almost knock her over. Tove giggles. Then you take off your helmet and motion your hand forward. “C’mere.”

She leans forward and when she realizes she’s still too far, she run over to your side. On the way, she trips over Dagur’s axe handle, falling to her stomach. At the same time, the axe spins on the handle and falls, exactly towards Tove’s hand.

You’re fast, but Dagur is faster. He grabs the axe before it can fall onto the poor girl’s hand.

Tove stands and looks at Dagur. She knows who he is, who doesn’t? Quietly, and slightly stuttering, she thanks him, pulling at her fingers. Then she quickly turns around and stands in front of you.

Gently, you place your helmet on top of her hair and adjust it so it rests on her head in a way that it won’t slip too far over her eyes. You smooth your own hair down and tighten your braids at the top of your head.

“There,” you tell her, securing it once again. “Wow, you look just like me.”

The girl smiles wide and doesn’t bother to thank you before running off to rejoin her group of friends.

“She was sweet,” Dagur says as the three of you watch the group of five children run off together around the hall, Tove in the lead.

“She is,” you agree, drinking the rest of the mead you had been nursing for the last hour. “All of these kids are pretty sweet. I mean, up until they have to start training that is.”

“We Beserkers usually start training when we’re about their age.”

“They should start within a couple years,” says Ingrid, drinking more wine. You can smell her breath from here, but she’s not even showing a hint of drunkenness. She could always beat you in a liquor drinking contest. “Usually they start when they’re about ten or so. That’s when they come of age.”

“What training do they do?” asks Dagur, sounding truly interested.

You try to recall the training you went through. The training your father taught you and Ingrid and all of the other kids you grew up with.

That included dragon killing. But you figured they wouldn’t need that now. Instead, they would have dragon training classes, learn how to control one.

“Sword fighting,” you answer, pulling your boots onto the table cleared of plates and mugs. You cross your ankles over the other and lean back with your arms crossed. “Archery, axe training. The usual things.”

“What about dragon killing?”

You turn to the chief next to you and notice a faint glimmer in those moss green eyes of his. You’re not quite sure what it is, but you don’t like it.

“We haven’t had dragons on this island for a year,” you lie seamlessly. “They may not have need for it. However,” you add with a shrug. “We may touch upon the subject.”

“That reminds me,” Dagur begins and you notice and undertone of cunning in his tone. “What happened to the dragons?”

“Have you not heard the stories?” asks Ingrid. “We killed them. Chased them off.”

“I’ve heard different.”

You turn to him and lazily raise a brow. “Have you?” You drag your feet from the table and turn in your seat to face him, placing your chin in your fist. “Tell me. What have you heard, great Chief of the Berserkers?”

His brows furrow and his eyes flick around your face. You keep him fixed with your stare, waiting. “I’ve heard that you tamed a Monstrous Nightmare. That you ride it like a horse and keep it here on the island. That the rest of you have dragons as well and you ride them as well.” Something in his voice sends a chill in your veins. His tone is soft, menacing.

You scoff, turning away. “You really think that?”

“I do.”

You look back at him and narrow your eyes. "Are you calling me a liar?"

Dagur doesn't flinch and stares back at you. "Am I wrong?"

Your blood thumps in your veins and you sneer at him. "You're mistaken, Dagur. We do not ride dragons here. We kill any that come near us."

Dagur nods, but you can tell he isn't convinced. Still, he doesn't want to start anything and drops the subject.

You turn away and look back at the children running around and laughing. They weave through tables and you think that they're in a pretend battle.

You sigh gently and lean back in your chair, feet lazily propped up on the table. One of your favorite things to do after a feast is just to see people interact. You enjoy watching your people, learning how they act. Especially at times like these when they're all relaxed and having fun.

Thunder rumbles outside and you turn your head, craning to look out the tall window just across from you. It's gotten darker outside. You can no longer see the moon and the wind has picked up. If you focus, you can smell rain on the horizon.

People begin to thin out and children are taken to their homes, also sensing the storm. You hope it's not too much of a storm. Of course, you won't hold off the hunt, but doing so in the rain will make it a lot more difficult.

Dagur stands, watching many of his men take their leave. "I should get going."

You stand as well. Ingrid makes a move to do the same, but falls back down in her chair, swaying. It seems like the alcohol has finally caught up to her.

"Yeah," you agree, holding onto your friend's arm. "We should do the same. Tomorrow, we meet here at dawn. We'll grab provisions before we leave."

Dagur smiles at you and nods. "I'm looking forward to killing a bear."

"I as well," you tell him and take Ingrid by the shoulder, throwing one of her arm's around your shoulder to hold her up.

"I'm fine," she slurs, head lolling.

Her breath reeks and you jolt your head back. "Sure you are. Come on, you can stay with me tonight."

She slurs some more words that make no sense as you carry her through the hall. The servents have begun to clean and you spot Dagur beside the door, walking out with one of his men, his axe over his shoulder.

You find yourself watching him as he goes. There's something...intriguing about him, something that draws you to him that you can't quite place your finger on. He definitely didn't seem too deranged tonight, though you weren't exactly on your game either.

But still. You're excited to hunt with him tomorrow, see how crazy he really is while on the hunt.

"Chief Y/N?"

Tove's soft, sweet voice draws your attention away from the long-gone man and to your feet, where she holds your helmet up to you.

"Thank you for letting us borrow it," she says with a grin.

You take it from her hands and place it on your head, smiling at her. "Sure. Now go home, it's going to rain soon."

She nods and runs off to catch up with her mother and her older brother.

You haul Ingrid down the steps of the hall and by the time you reach your home, it's raining and you're drenched. You push the door open and the pair of you stumble inside, gasping for air on the floor of your home.

Rain pelts the roof while you try to sober Ingrid up, giving her water and some slightly stale bread you left out from earlier in the morning. It seems to work and by the time she's drank two cups of water and half of a slice of bread, her vision has cleared and she can form somewhat coherent sentences.

"You can really hold your liquor," you tell her with a smile, taking your helmet and boots off by the fireside. "How much did you drink? Five pints? Six?"

"Six and a half," she answers with a small groan, taking her jacket off. The two of you undress by the fire you made when you entered and hang your clothes to dry before changing into another pair of slightly dryer clothes. Ingrid, being your best friend, has stayed with you at your home often enough she basically has her own drawers.

After drinking some more water and exchanging small talk, the two of you head upstairs. Lighting another fire, you crawl into bed beside her. There's a perfectly good bed downstairs, but since it gets so cold at night, you and Ingrid prefer to share body heat.

Of course, she never tells anyone.

"I've wanted to," she says when you mention the subject of how out of character this may seem to you. "You know, telling the entire village how the great Chief of Fiska likes to push her cold feet against my back."

You shove her. "If you tell anyone that, I'll shove them up your ass."

Ingrid just laughs and pulls the fur blanket closer around the pair of you. The fire flickers across the room and throws shadows on the walls. When you were a girl, you were afraid of the dark. You outgrew that a long time ago.

Ingrid rolls over to your side and you throw an arm over her shoulder, your legs tangling together with hers. It's nothing romantic, purely platonic. You two had been doing this for years.

After a while of staying up and making a game plan for tomorrow, you fall asleep, Ingrid's hot alcoholic breath warming your body up.

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