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sso-montana · 1 year

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If Montana could control her fate or if everything worked out perfectly, what would be her happy ending?

hello hello and hi!

OH BOY

the can of worms you opened

okay, so, as I said a couple(a lot probably) of times, montana doesn't really belief in fate. her whole goal is to defy what the druids think fate is.

BUT that doesn't mean she doesn't have a perfect scenario in mind where she gets what she actually wants

her perfect happy ending would be getting rid of her infection/corruption and just being able to live a normal life again. finish her apprenticeship with Conrad, go on trail rides all across jorvik, maybe even start to participate at the western tournaments at star shine ranch.

it's not her goal to keep protecting jorvik and take care of all the magic shenanigans that regularly occur. she thinks it's great that Alex wants to do that, but she just can't bring herself to care abt jorvik as a whole. if her friends and family (what's left and in the picture) are safe and doing ok, that's enough for her

#sso #ssoblr #sso oc #montana opalheart #mo talks lore #ask lisa #gotta keep it short gotta keep it short

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its-your-mind · 7 months

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HEY. HEY.

HEY @re-dracula WHAT GAVE YOU THE RIGHT TO HAVE JONATHAN ACTUALLY READING THAT PASSAGE OUT LOUD BEHIND SEWARD DESCRIBING THE SCENE, HUH? WITH THE TEARS IN HIS VOICE AND THE PAUSING AND THE SHORT LITTLE INHALES AND THE VOICE CRACKS? WAS IT TRULY NECESSARY??? I WAS ALREADY CRYING. I DIDN'T NEED THIS TOO. WHAT THE FUCK.

#dracula #dracula daily #re: dracula #re dracula #to be clear this is meant in sarcastic jest this episode was a beautifully crafted piece of art and I'm blown away by the cast and #the producers and the editors... holy fucking shit I know today's was a short episode but I think it's taken its place as my favorite so fa #it beat out jonathan fuckin dropping out of the sky in front of drac with his fuckin knife out in order to protect his wife which was ALSO #very good and made me cheer out loud in my car but THIS #also why does jack get to narrate all the dope ass dramatic scenes #I wonder if Mina was like #no really y'all this dude has the best voice and grammar structure for storytelling #we gotta let him keep doing the phonograph thing and I'll just keep copying it down later #tbh she's so valid for that also y'all are so valid for casting jonny sims in this role bc he SHINES when he's describing emotional shit #he NAILS the middle ground between conveying the emotion of a scene and still being a separate narrator #it's almost like he did a whole podcast of that one time ANYWAY my point is y'all are incredible and I am so fuckin glad y'all decided to #start this project

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honeyhotteok · 8 months

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hii may i ask for a gun x reader fic, where we just utterly despite our delinquent gun as a normal student, yet he loves us? like, he never makes it obvious but we just hate him, his attitude, his behavior etc, since he always interfere in bloody stuff which we r scared of.. love ya<3

hi anon! thank u for sending in this ask!! tbh writing for gun is a struggle for me but i tried lol also hope u don't mind i went in a slightly different direction with your idea🥹🫶

strawberry milk & cigarettes (gun park x reader)

summary: gun meets gian high school's #1 student.

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"Yamazaki Yuzuru, to the principal's office. Now."

The class erupts into hushed whispers about the summoned new kid - a delinquent rumored to be making his way throughout Japan in order to study different martial arts, a fighting prodigy of sorts.

Gun stands up and makes his way to the classroom door. A turn of his head paired with a cold glare shuts everyone up, leaving a few of your classmates shifting uncomfortably in their seats.

Meanwhile, you're sat there tuning all of this out, head buried in your notebook. Devoting 100% of your concentration to rewriting your notes from the previous class.

Gun is on his way to walking past your desk, but stops in front of it when something catches his attention.

He looks down at your notebook, the pages inscribed with perfectly straight lines of neat handwriting coupled with color-coordinated evenly highlighted blocks. The layers of organization, the penmanship - it's impressive, really.

You feel a pair of eyes on you and notice an inked forearm in front of you peeking through the rolled up black sleeve of his gakuran jacket. Ugh. Great. Another disruptive thug attending this institution, another potential obstacle to your simple goal of pursuing an education.

You finally slowly raise your head to look up at him, unsure why this weirdo is staring at you.

"Can I help y-"

Gun smirks and turns around before your eyes even meet his, walking off before you can finish your sentence.

Leaving you appalled at his complete lack of manners, but with nothing to do but return to your meticulous notes task.

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"Okay, everyone, pass your homework up to the front."

You turn to the seat behind you to take Gun's paper and you catch a glimpse of the bottom of his sleeve, still bloodied from the fight he just had before class. Your face scrunches up in disgust.

You glance down at his paper and the absolutely illegible chicken scratch scrawled onto it. You can't help but grimace. "What's wrong with your handwriting?"

"Why is it any of your business?"

You scoff at his reply. "Rude bastard," you mutter under your breath.

He leans forward in his seat, a strand of his slicked back black hair falling in front of his face. "What did you just say?"

You're not sure what it is - maybe it's the irritability from lack of sleep, or the academic stress you've been experiencing tenfold this week, or the fact that this new punk's mere existence in your space is starting to get on your nerves. Maybe it's all of the above.

You whip your head back around to face him. "I called you a rude bastard."

He gives you an unreadable stare. The class suddenly falls silent. Shit, maybe you said that a little bit louder than you had intended.

You turn back around in your seat and pass the stack of papers up, both annoyance and embarrassment coursing through you.

Gun's lips curl into an amused smile at the first words anyone at this school has dared utter to his face while looking him in the eye.

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You walk over to the vending machine down the hall during break time, already fishing for your wallet in anticipation.

Your friend catches up to you and nudges you with her elbow.

"What was that?! You just insulted an actual member of the Yamazaki family!" She says in a hushed voice.

You stare blankly at your friend. "The who?"

"Yamazaki family, of the Yakuza."

You pause. "Wait, he's an actual kid of a Yakuza family? I thought he was just a random pathetic teenage thug nobody..." you mumble. Huh. Maybe it would've served you to not have insulted someone with the ties to actually kill you and get away with it.

You glance at your watch with a wave of your hand. "You know what, I don't have time for this. I'm gonna get my strawberry milk and go study."

You frown as your eyes settle on the empty spiral behind the vending machine window before you. "Aw, they're all out."

Your friend suggests you just buy one of the other drinks instead, but you sigh and tell her to forget it.

Gun, who totally hasn't been trailing a few steps behind you or anything, turns on his heel and beckons one of his new lackeys over.

He opens his mouth, then pauses. "Nevermind, I'll do it myself."

...

Gun's eyes flit between the similar looking white and pink cans of Sangaria Strawberry Milk and Suntory Strawberry Milk sitting on the convenience store refrigerator shelf.

"Dammit, why are there so many strawberry milk brands," he mutters to himself.

He quickly snatches both of them and walks over to the register to pay.

He jogs across the street back to school. He tries to discreetly leave both cans on your desk before the rest of the class trickles back in as break time comes to an end.

You cautiously pick up one of the cans of strawberry milk sitting on your desk, glancing around the room. Uh, what the... Did someone leave these for you?

You lift and inspect the can. "Do you think this could be poisoned?"

Your friend rolls her eyes. "It's a sealed can. Maybe you just have a secret admirer," she says with a grin and nudge.

It's your turn to roll your eyes at her. You shrug and pop open the can. Your spirits instantly lift after your first sip of the creamy fruity beverage.

Gun watches from his desk with his cheek resting in his palm. A faint, extremely weird unfamiliar feeling beginning to stir in his chest.

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Gun rests his arms on the railing of the upper section of the roof. He takes a long drag of his cigarette.

The door to the lower level of the roof swings open, and to his surprise, it's you walking in. You don't notice him since he remains out of your line of sight unless you look up.

It's been a long, long school day. After pulling another all-nighter studying last night, you're stressed out and sleep-deprived.

You know you should kick this bad habit, maybe after this exam season ends. Which is also what you told yourself last exam season, but whatever. You fumble your cardigan pocket to pull out a pack of cigarettes and begin to light one.

Gun raises his eyebrows then chuckles at the sight of Gian High School's perfect and pristine #1 student of all people smoking, and smoking on school grounds to top it off.

You whip your head around at the noise.

Gun immediately ducks his head under the wall thanks to his lightning-quick reflexes.

Nothing but a blank wall behind you. Huh. Maybe the sleep deprivation has you hearing shit now, too.

After enough moments pass, he slowly lifts his head and peeks over the ledge at the back of your silhouette.

He smiles and puts out his own cig, beginning to make his way back in through the stairway door. Your little secret safe with him.

#i truly cant believe i ended up writing 1k+ words for this bastard lmao sorry jakey ur still my king🥺#i was just gonna keep it a short thing but then i was like now i gotta set up this japanese high school au thing #i actually did kinda enjoy trying to construct a lil fanon gun though and analyzing his character a bit #anyway i hope my bs was a tiny bit kinda maybe worth the wait #gun park x reader #lookism x reader #gun park #lookism

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luck-of-the-drawings · 1 month

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OH ARTHUR BENNETT.. such a gorgeous and intriguing character. terribly burdened by a GRUESOME set of crimes, his light suffocated by a HEAVY century of GUILT. so tragic, so dark and broody, and yet PAINFULLY awkward in any social setting ever

#jrwi fanart #cw blood #jrwi show #jrwi suckening #arthur bennett #OUHH THIS ONE WAS SITTING IN MY WIPS FOR SO LOOOONGwhen i took it out there was mould on it :sob:#BUT i think i was able to fix it up okay #i keep seeing SO MANY MISTAKES RRAAAHHH BUT YOU DONT SEE THEM RIGHT?? THATS ONLY ME. RIGHT?? EXACTLY.#THE KEY IS TO SAY. AND REPEAT AFTER ME. 'FUUUCK IT WE BALL #so anyway. arthur bennett huh? grizzly says that arthur is reaal fuckin difficult to play. and i SUPER get that. i mean LOOK AT HIM..#grizz often needs a minute to think abt what hes gonna say in a way that matches w that Stoic Personality. which is FAIR but also that #ends up making way for awkward confrontations like: the lady in the parky lot. he took too long to answer and scared her away.& I LOVE THAT #arthur is tragic and sad and cool and stoic but hes ALSO awkward and silly and kinda dumb and short sighted. HE HAS COMPLEXITIES #I LOVE WHEN TTRPG CHARACTERS HAVE A GOOD SET OF SHORTCOMINGS. ESPECIALLY WHEN U FIND THEM ONLY AS U PLAY THEM.#I COULd go on and on saying the same things w different words abt arthurs intriguing and entertaining character but i shall spare u. for no #ILL ALSO MENTION HOW MUCH I LOVE HIS FLAVOR THO.. I LOVE TALL HOT BOY WHOS ONE W THE DARKNESS.. I REMEMBER WHEN HE FIRST MENTIONED THE #BADLUCK. N I WAS LIKE OOOHH THATS WHY HIS DESIGN IS SO COOL N CHAOTIC N ASYMMETRICAL. HES UNLUCKY!!! i love love love his design so much...#GRaaauruguguraguhhghghgh what else what else is there for me to spew on abt...i think im reachin a limit here..OH MAGNUS. i hope that #we get to know more abt how magnus and arthur met.. like How they became besties... ouuhh... I ALSO WANNA KNOW MORE ABT MARY DAVIS. LIKEHOW #he also apparently spent alotta time in a zone dominated by edward twilight? all he remembers is constant partying? I WANNA KNOW MORE..#i think i got room 4 one more ramble SO. THE ART PIECE.as i said its gone a lil stale BUT. im still very proud o the bits where hes allScar #I WANNA SEE HIM GET SCARYMORE. I like the idea of shadows solidifying to make him strange and eerie.like TEETH n CLAWS n SPINES n YESS #also the SILVER EYES.no1 does silver eyes like the show Claymore. they make em look so striking and eerie...i also like to think that #human arthur had deep beautiful brown eyes.just in my beaitufl heart.i mean look at him..i wanna cook him n eat him.ANYWAY #i think thats all my ramblin for this piece. now i gotta go cancel a single day i had ata hotel bc my work schedule change last minute FUCK #feel free to ramble in my tags aswell tho i read all of them and i chew on thenm and i love them so sos os mcuh

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whumblr · 13 days

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Nighttime

Heavy footsteps slowly made their way up the stairs, the clanking sounds echoing through the silent hall as they drew nearer on the steel grated walkway.

The owner of those boots didn’t care it was nearing midnight, nor did he seem in a hurry. He took slow deliberate steps, knowing he had an audience who were all listening with bated breath. He knew most would still be awake, at least those with a guilty conscience, waiting, waiting for the inevitable, and praying for the footsteps to pass by their cell.

Lucas too lay wide awake, facing the cell door, seeing the drawn out shadow draw nearer through the bars.

He racked his brain, trying to remember if anyone else had drawn Nero’s attention today, had done anything to deserve a nighttime visit. When he couldn’t think of any – the day like all others had passed in a hazy blur – he tried to remember if there was anyone locked away in solitary.

Two out of three options he came up blank and the third option became very real all of a sudden.

Would it be him? Would this be his first visit, finally finding out – unwillingly – what happened behind those closed doors, what caused the begging and the screaming, what was the prime cause for the impeccable record of this prison’s stats for good behaviour?

Something heavy started forming in his stomach, something that spread to all his limbs. He shifted on his bed, the flimsy mattress barely protecting his bruises from the harsh, cold metal underneath, and kept a close watch on the shadow that now drew nearer.

Had he done anything today? Besides being his usual nuisance? He hadn’t talked back (hadn’t had the chance, really), mouthed off, or tried to instigate a fight. All in all, a quiet day. So by that logic, he should be safe. Should. But he knew Nero didn’t need a reason. And that he could hold onto a grudge, coming back with punishment for something that happened days ago. He relished in the false comfort and striking when the victim thought he was safe.

Yet everyone awake was now thinking back on their sins, severely questioning their safety, and praying they would be spared that night.

The shadow was now right outside his cell and he was sure he just made eye contact with the beast. Either time slowed or the man had stopped. But then he blinked and the shadow had passed his door. Clanking footsteps following in its wake.

His shoulders relaxed. And Lucas found himself exhaling his dread.

A couple cells ahead the footsteps stopped. Sounds echoed through the hall, a lock springing open, the creak of the door; the soft prelude. Then soft begging and sobs, whispered pleads. A harsh command. Then quicker footsteps, stumbling along with Nero’s marching, another choked off sob, whispered “please, please, no, I’m sorry, please, I’m so sorry!” as they got closer.

"Quiet."

The begging stopped instantly.

The command wasn’t made out of concern to others, nor to not disturb their night’s peace or to remain undetected. Begging just was useless here.

Lucas saw the two dark figures go past, noticing how Nero used his favourite method of transportation: a vice grip on his victim’s neck and simply pushing them along.

A door slammed shut. Then there was silence.

Lucas pressed his pillow over his head, tried to calm his beating heart, to convince himself the storm had passed and he could go to sleep. Unfortunately, he knew the silence was a short lived one.

That it would soon be filled again. By muffled distant screams.

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Continued here

#whump #whump drabble #whump writing #prison whump #stoic whumper #angst #implied torture #first drabble yasss #I hope to keep the chapters short this time but #I think I say that for everything so we'll see...#no title yet gotta think of something #my writing #prison whump prologue :))#didnt tag anyone gonna make a new taglist for this

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royalarchivist · 3 days

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Quackity: Nononono—

Rubius: By the way, congratulations, you've been live for a whopping 26 minutes. Applause. 👏

#Rubius #Quackity #I love Rubius he's SUCH a bastard lmao #Love this running bit of him roasting Quackity for his short stream times #Lima limon duo #FFS I'm not using that tag there's GOTTA be a better tag #I know I've used some variation of that in the past but I cannot. I just can't keep using that #April 24 2024 #Translated

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elvenfaur · 8 months

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Contributing to the short king Wolfwood agenda

#he is both the same height as Vash AND a short king #never taller though #we gotta keep him humble #a thousand apologies for what Vash is wearing #I had to humble him too to keep it fair #WHAT ARE THOOOOOOOSE #trigun #nicholas d. wolfwood #trigun fanart #vash the stampede #trigun stampede #vashwood

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elfsyellowflowerzart · 13 days

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take two of yesterdays little doodle, using the ref this time

#flight rising #flight rising art #flight rising gaoler #gaoler dragon #fr gaoler #hes one of my sonas 👍#yew art #dragons #its not the most splendid drawing because ive been up since pretty early in the morning #but i had fun with it and thats what matters #my passion in life is making dragons way too fluffy #still pretty scribbly but thats ok i draw for fun #im trying to expand my lair rn but im short like 85k (dies)#gotta make that in like 6 days cause i have nests incubating lol #i know eggs dont rot and you can keep them in the nest as long as you want #but i want to see my special babies as soon as i can #i love seeing the new babies its my favorite part of the game tbh #im slooowly figuring out genes and keeping them in my memory #also if anyone wants to be flight rising friends my username is yellowflowerzzz #ive only been on it a few weeks so i dont have much experience at all and im mostly fumbling around doing my daily tasks #but my lair is huge now bc when i was newer a few incredibly kind people sent me a bunch of treasure #which still makes me tear up strangers can be so so so so kind i love the world sometimes

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gauntletqueen · 1 year

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#of course i couldn't keep it short #i gotta give a lil info on each #polls #tumblr polls #water #i can finally do polls i'm so excited :3

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dumpy-dump · 5 months

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so, nintendo adjusted how tricolor factored into splatfest results awhile ago. twice actually

i think (just a guess here) these changes are their attempt to get more ppl to play it?

bc most of what ive seen of tricolor (from both western fans and japanese fans) is extreme frustration with how the mode is unbalanced, not very well explained to newer players, the maps for it mostly seem poorly designed, and how obnoxious the matchmaking is for it

that last issue especially

if teams are lopsided in popularity (which they often are it seems), tricolor becomes mirror match hell and makes it hard for most ppl to actually meaningfully contribute

ive personally given up on playing tricolor. its not fun, and nothing i do in that mode is likely to matter anyway so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

unless nintendo wants to make some major adjustments to matchmaking (pls?), it might be best for them to reevaluate how many points each category is, just one more time maybe

at least frye got a win in japan, lol

#im not even mad at this point #im kinda just fascinated and dumbfounded by this whole process #splatoon 3 #splatoon #splatfest #yeah nintendo wants to keep queue times short i know but #theres gotta be other ways around this #some better thought out themes for starters...#i know nintendo are kinda in too deep with their whole idea of tricolor as a comeback mechanic but #it really should just be 3v3v3 or something. fuck defending and attacking just get chaotic with it

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the-deadlock-south · 2 years

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thought back to an ask i got where ana would definitely give hanzo The Shovel Talk but then i remembered yesterday was fathers day

#overwatch #overwatch 2 #yeehan #hanzo #hanzo shimada #cole cassidy #reaper #soldier 76 #ana amari #art tag #ok ik it was /echo/ giving hanzo the shovel talk but i gotta keep the description short an sweet alright #this IS just a quick thing i dont think its a worthy-enough idea to fully color it or put too much effort into it #plus im 1000% certain this concepts been done before but listen i'm doing what i can to get out of this art slump #please forgive me #on another note i gotta draw 76 looking like a Dad its a must for my survival #crying as i have reaper in his regular get up like. i cant imagine him taking it off #hes gotta be unnecessary

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epiclamer · 1 year

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“I p-promise—” Hero sneezed, their whole body jolting. “‘M not sick…”

Villain hardly looked impressed, pulling the covers back up around the other’s shoulders. Not even at gun point would they admit how much they were worried about the hero’s worsening condition.

“Don’t be a martyr, sweetheart. The city can waste away until you’re better.” With shaky hands, Villain carefully tucked the duvet under the frail hero, making sure they didn’t jostle their infected wounds too much.

The crime-stopper coughed, water rattling in their lungs as their fever raged incessantly. “C-Can’t…” Their glossy eyes locked onto the villain’s. “Please... Keep them safe.”

With that, exhaust dragged Hero to the depths of a feverish sleep that would keep them tossing and turning all night. But Villain couldn’t be there this time, this time they had a city to protect.