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leonw4nter · 1 month

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maybe like a lil drabble (or whatever you’d like to do) where instead of hunnigan working with leon, it’s the reader. and they be all flirty and cute and kinda like 👉👈

tbh it can work for anything post-re2r, even if its still before re4r. you can do how he acts around you in different eras (if you want to at all, or just choose an era)

sooo whatever you have most inspo with! thank youu

RE4R!Leon x FOSAgent!F!Reader drabble

After Ashley and Luis had gone to sleep in the small ramshackle shed Leon had managed to locate for the night, he sat by the entrance of their temporary shelter and turned on his comms, waiting for his radio to pick up a stable wavelength to relay information back to HQ. The dingy little thing still wouldn’t pick up a frequency, which the blond didn’t wonder about since he’s been thrown around one too many times, the walkie-talkie probably also got a small beating along with the impact his body took. After giving a small pat to the black box in his hands, he finally managed to hear the static of his handler’s voice.

“Condor One to Roost, baby Eagle is currently taking shelter in this… dilapidated hut,” he sternly reports. “Along with Sera. Luis Sera.”

A moment of silence fills the air, accompanying the gentle pitter patter of the rain on the thickening mud before you respond to his reports.

“Hmm… aerial imaging tells me you’re near a lake, am I right? Can hear the rain from here,” you say.

“Yeah. We’re not too far from a lake,” he responds. “Guess we got eyes in the sky too, huh.”

He hears a faint little breath coming from you, probably a soft scoff. He smiles to himself, the first time in a long time before he brings his wrist near to his face.

“What time is it back home?” he asks.

“1300.”

“You should probably get some rest, baby. Don’t worry about me, I’m making sure we all get out of here in one piece.”

“I want to but I can’t bring myself to,” he hears you softly respond. “I can’t risk losing you, you know. I gotta keep guard on comms 24/7 even though I know you’re great at your job.”

Leon’s heart squeezes a little bit; he knows how important rest is to someone, which is ironic considering how he hasn’t had proper rest in over 96 hours and is desperately craving a good, lengthy sleep though he doesn’t mind if it means keeping Ashley and the flirty Spaniard safe and sound. He won’t mind, most of all, if it meant keeping in touch with you.

“And besides, I have reports to send to Graham– location updates, aerial view images, all that jazz. I have many things to work on,” you say before he hears you yawn quietly. “It’s not like I can just stop doing these because I’m tired; at the end of the day, the president is a father who wants to know how his daughter is doing all the way on the other side of the world. He’s worried sick.”

“And at the end of the day, I’m just your boyfriend who wants to make sure my girlfriend is still taking care of herself despite all her workload,” Leon responds. “I know baby, I know but still take some time to rest– even for a little bit.”

A soft sigh can be heard from your end.

“Fine. But aren’t you supposed to be resting too? Don’t see any threats within a 3-mile radius, you’re good.”

“Nah. Gotta keep watch, can’t be too vigilant. You’ll be the one resting for both of us tonight,” he says.

“Leon.”

“I’ll get rest later, honey. I promise,” Leon pleads.

Another sigh. Gosh, Leon hates how you’ve been sighing a lot more lately, which meant that a lot was weighing on your mind.

“Promise me that. Or I’ll personally fly there to beat your ass.”

“I’d rather you beat something else of mine instead,” Leon jokes.

“I’ll remind you, agent Kennedy, that we’re still on government-operated frequencies so I highly recommend communicating in a professional manner.”

“Ma’am yes ma’am agent Kestrel, the absolute love of my life.”

“I’m going to go on the break you’ve been forcing me to have instead.”

Leon chuckles to himself, a small puff of air leaving his cracked and pale lips.

“Okay, okay. Good night, baby. I’ll talk to you 4 hours from now.”

“Good night, hon. I… I miss you and… please stay safe,” you sincerely whisper to him, unable to switch off the frequency connecting you to him.

“Me too. I miss you. I love you,” he says before turning the radio off and placing it back in one of the many fancy pockets he had.

He props one leg up while he sits, resting his forearm on his knee as he looks out into the dark and foggy scenery. The rain would be nice if he was back home with his girlfriend, cuddling and joking in the bed of their shared apartment instead of this miserable hellhole infested with mutants and murder-crazed cult fanatics. As much as he wanted to bring along a locket or a small picture of you he couldn’t, out of making sure that there would be no traces of foreigners that the crazy locals could use to somehow involve all of America into this. A faint creak of the rickety wooden floorboards has the hairs on the back of his head standing, his hands flying to the sleek silver pistol on his holster to point it at the source of the noise, only for the source of the noise to be the nosy Spaniard who was unfortunately very much wide awake and conscious throughout the conversation he had.

“Didn’t know you had a ladylove, sancho.” was all the man said after raising his arms up as the agent pointed his gun at him.

Leon put his gun back down, the usual smoulder and frown taking its place back into his haggard features as he sat back down and stared out into nothingness again.

“Didn’t peg you as the type to call a lady ‘baby’ or ‘honey’,” he teases. He walks up to Leon, taking a spot beside him and placing a cigarette to his lips before lighting the end of it with his lighter.

“‘You should probably get some rest, baby’,” Luis repeats with a sly smirk as he shoots Leon a curious look.

Leon simply gives him a death glare, squinting his eyes before turning his attention back to somewhere that isn’t irritating or getting on his last nerve.

“That’s not what it was.” It was what it was.

“Mhm, Sancho.”

“You be thankful she hasn’t ratted your ass out to the president yet,” he hisses.

“Good point there,” Luis sneers. “No… no anything then?”, to which Leon responds with silence.

“Then… perhaps she’d like to go out for a jive, a little dance of bachata with me,” the Spaniard presses with a shit-eating grin. “Since you two don’t seem to be anything.”

“Back off from my girlfriend,” Leon blurted as he froze the man in front of him with his steel blue gaze.

Luis puts out his cigarette, chucking it somewhere and gets up as he walks back to where he ‘slept’ moments ago.

“Okay, sancho. I can clearly see that you’re hers,” he comments. “I guess only you have the pass to call her ‘the absolute love of your life’. Buenas noches, amigo.”

With a wink, he lays back down on the floor and turns to his side to fall asleep.

NOTES - It feels great to finally get back to posting again!!! It's been quite some time and since I'm finally finished with the third quarter and my tests, I'll be more active with posting fics :)) Requests have been marinating in my inbox and I know ppl have been waiting for quite some time so here's the request, more otw!!!! I'm also eepy rn so I'm going to go to bed after I post this <3 Neways, thanks for reading my works and I <3333 UUUU!!!!!! HAVE A GREAT DAY WHEREVER YOU ARE <3

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cephalonheadquarters · 11 months

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mY dEAR O.R.C.A,

hi, orca! it’s been a while since i’ve visited alterna. i’ve been pretty busy with life stuff...turf practice, school, things like that, y'know? ever since i saved the world, life just hasn't felt the same for me after that. 0_0 i mean... i saved the world! what could possibly top that? haha

so...anyways, how are you? i figured you must be sorta lonely down in alterna...i'm not sure if i'm gonna be able to see your response or if you'll even get this, but i just thought it'd be nice to talk to you.

i miss you, 3

mY dEAR O.R.C.A,

hello again!! still unsure if these are going through, but that's okay. i like to think you can see these. i was wondering, have you ever seen the surface? probably, because there's pictures of the big crater thing in your alterna logs.

do you miss the surface? are you even able to leave? you're a computer, so like, could you just...jump to another computer on the surface? i think that would be awesome if you could, there's all sorts of things here in splatsville you can record! i assume you've just been recording the same things over and over again, and it sounds like it can get boring down there. i would love to show you what life on the surface looks like now!

i miss you, 3

mY dEAR O.R.C.A,

i'm alive!! sorry it's been a while since i've written (typed?) to you. i hope you didn't think i just abandoned you! i got caught up in a lot of stuff. oh! that means i haven't told you that i finally reached evp for my salmon run job!

speaking of salmon run, what'd you think of mr grizz? were you happy to see that at least one mammal survived..? did he ever even acknowledge you? do you think he's still out there, floating around in space? gosh, he must be so lonely...

i miss you, 3

P.S., little buddy already knows about my job. he doesn't really mind, for some reason..??

mY dEAR O.R.C.A,

do you know about the judds? i mentioned i still work a salmon run job last message, but you were probably confused about how it was still going when mr grizz is gone. well... turns out, li'l judd is running the whole thing now! i don't know why, but it's pretty funny to imagine such a little animal runs grizzco now. or would it be called juddco? li'l juddco?

oh yeah, the judds are also mammals! they're called "cats," and i was wondering if you know what cats are? did anyone have cats in alterna?

i miss you, 3

mY dEAR O.R.C.A,

did you ever have a best friend? was it the person that made you? i don't really know a lot about humans besides from what i've learned in school, but it surprises me they can be such compassionate creatures sometimes. not to be cheesy, buuut if they were able to be nice to animals, i don't know why they couldn't use that kindness to not fight each other all the time. haha, that's a little ironic coming from me, actually. considering i like to play turf and ranked. but those are real sports played for fun, so, nevermind! LOL

i miss you, 3

mY dEAR O.R.C.A,

do you like the music in alterna? you probably hear it a lot, huh. do you ever get tired of it? i could listen to it 24/7... did the humans purposefully make some of the entrance terminal music have bird noises? to remind them of the surface? whatever the reason, i think it sounds beautiful.

i miss you, 3

P.S., what's the song called, anyway?

#yeah i like orca yeah i write things but i rarely ever share them Lol.#my writing #o.r.c.a.#new agent 3 #neo 3 #splatoon

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devoted-domme · 2 months

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How did you know your into being dominant ? Anything particular you like in a sub ?

So, this became a bit longer than I had anticipated, so my reply to both questions will be under a cut!

For your first question: Honestly, I think I have known from a very young age, even before puberty.

I’ve always felt drawn to stories about deep, meaningful relationships based on some sort of power imbalance and extreme devotion, like servants and knights who would do anything for their master or king. Basically, any character who was naturally submissive towards an authority figure and who was deeply devoted to them.

Scenes in which someone knelt in front of their master were my favourites and I’d re-read them over and over again. It wasn’t sexually motivated since I was too young for that, and yet something about these types of scenes always made my heart race.

Then during puberty, I discovered that I was attracted to both men and women but I don’t enjoy being penetrated and never liked the expectations that society held for women in straight relationships. I never wanted to be the object of someone’s desires, I wanted to be the active party who has agency and be the person who leads and initiates. I never liked the thought of me lying there and having someone else shower me with affection, I wanted to be the person in control and do these things to someone else and make sure they feel good.

Because of this, I thought I was fully lesbian for a long time, even though I do find men attractive. But I never thought it would be possible to be a man without all of the associated gender roles and the way straight sex was framed in general was such a turn-off, with the language people use and all the gendered expectations.

I only ever dated women because it was easier to escape those expectations and easier to explain what being a stone top means. I never believed men would be interested in getting penetrated and being submissive so I stuck to female partners who enjoyed it.

And of course, I’m not saying you can’t be dominant and enjoy being penetrated, it’s just something that I personally don’t want and it’s really hard to escape that expectation if you try dating in straight circles.

Seeking out online spaces for femdom (and in particular, Tumblr as it tends to be less focused on straight relationships and rigid gender roles, in general) really helped me strengthen my own understanding of my sexuality.

Now, onto your second question:

Truthfully, I am very picky when it comes to choosing a sub since I’m not really interested in just casual play so my sub would also be my romantic partner (I’m not talking about answering a spicy ask/message here and there, I’m very open to that, just anything beyond that is purely reserved for my romantic partner).

Generally, I would be looking for a “naturally submissive” sub, not just someone who is into it as a kink. That doesn’t mean I’m looking for a 24/7 type of deal at all, I just mean that I want a sub who is just that – submissive. They want me to actually be in charge in the bedroom and are happy to do what I want to do instead of only wanting a “kink dispenser” who caters to their every wish.

It’s a bit ironic, considering that my preferred domming style is very focused on the sub and their pleasure but at the same time I don’t want to be told what to do. It’s fine to give suggestions, they should absolutely have kinks they love and firm limits they don’t want to cross but it gets annoying when I feel like they want to “direct” the scene.

It’s also very important to me that my sub sees me as an actual real-life human being who is flawed, just like everyone else. I’m not some mysterious goddess who is always “on” and in domme mode 24/7. I’m often quite dorky and awkward and they need to be able to understand that and understand that real life isn’t fantasy and people don’t behave like they do in whatever pornography they have seen or erotica they have read.

I need to get the impression that I actually matter to them as a person, beyond the utility I can offer to them (and of course, I will do them the same courtesy!).

Needless to say, the same things apply here as in any other relationship: good communication, the willingness to listen and speak up if there are problems, mutual respect (especially with regards to boundaries) and trust, willingness to compromise, a strong sense of self and independence, loyalty, empathy, dependability, an overall emotional connection and so on.

(And of course, what I have listed here are things that I would also strive to give back in return in a relationship!)

Naturally, we should also have compatible kinks and a similar idea of what our D/s dynamic should look like and my sub should have a strong idea of their limits (saying they have “no limits” is a red flag, for sure!). I need to be able to trust them to actually use their safeword if they need to (just as they need to trust me to also then stop the scene if they do and not be mad at them for using their safeword).

Having standards is also a green flag – if I get the impression that they are actually picky about who gets to dom(me) them it already helps to make me feel more at ease and like I’m actually being treated like a person instead of just their kink wish fulfillment.

Of course, like anyone else, physical attraction plays a strong role in who I want to date/take as a sub, but I am attracted to a lot of different "types" and I do think how someone carries themselves and their general mannerisms and personality play a huge role in my attraction to them as well.

Also, I think as someone whose love language is Acts of Service and who enjoys taking care of my partners, it’s easy to attract subs who genuinely believe I can/will “fix” them when the truth is: no one can fix you but yourself. Of course, it is always easier to improve yourself when you have the support of someone else but the drive to change needs to come from within.

So, I need my sub to be an actual adult, capable of living their day-to-day life. That doesn’t mean they’re not allowed to struggle with things (I do as well), just that they need to be overall mature and independent.

Now, I do think it's fun to give subs incentives to improve their lives, to give them little tasks and rewards and I think it can be a good way to help them keep good habits, but this only really works to a small extent and they still need to be motivated to change by themselves.

Additionally, a potential sub would need to not be into any kinks that are misogynistic, homophobic or racist like s/issies and c/uckolding (it shouldn't be degrading to be penetrated or to wear feminine clothing or to have sex with black men, unless you actually believe being a woman or being black or gay is inherently more degrading than being a white straight man).

For male subs, they need to be feminist allies and be actively working on undoing toxic masculinity and be respectful to women in general, not just the ones they’re attracted to and not just for however long they need to get into a woman’s pants. I think a lot of male subs think just because they’re “submissive” they’re somehow above misogyny when truthfully, I have experienced more sexism from male subs than I have from any of the regular blokes in my life.

In terms of overall personality, I’m hugely attracted to people who are just genuinely good people – kind and helpful. I adore gentle people and even those who are a bit shy. I don’t need someone to be the smartest person or the most confident or the funniest, just try to be the kindest version of yourself you can be.

I think that’s all! Sorry for the long rambling response but I really enjoyed getting all my thoughts out. I hope some of this is still useful to you (or anyone else who happens to be reading this!).

#bd/sm discussion #bd/sm kink #fdom #gentle fdom #gentle femdxm #wlw bd/sm #female dom #gentle dom #mine #ask

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x-birdsong-x · 8 months

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1 7 10 and 13 for Warriors?

1 - Frecklewish. Not a compliment. Mapleshade too, but on a different scale because it's the people pushing "perfect victim" on Frecklewish that play along with two YouTubers' out-of-context words being used to say Mapleshade was evil from the very start actually. Appledusk plays a part here too. I'll come back to this.

7 - Frecklewish, again. She's angry. She's absolutely furious. She and Oakstar plan to raise the trio as weapons to kill Appledusk. She wants one to be named Birchface because she sees them as only extensions of him. Mapleshade did a bad thing- for the sake of her kits, in her eyes- but Frecklewish does not wait for a reaction of any sort before she pounces on her and slits her eyelid. It takes two full-grown warriors to pull her off. All in front of the toddlers she calls half-clan creatures and stopped giving a rat's ass about as soon as they weren't related to her. Their confrontation at snakerocks was not a case of Frecklewish being non-confrontational or Mapleshade provoking her for the entire scene. Frecklewish jumps at her and screams that she wished Mapleshade had died, and this is during Mapleshade talking about Frecklewish seeing her kits in the river and never mentioning Freckle doing nothing to aid her.

Frecklewish shouldn't have jumped into the river, of course not. But she saw the RC patrol and they didn't realize what had happened right away. If Mapleshade could be IN THE WATER and hear Appledusk calling for her, then Frecklewish could've yelled over the river as soon as she saw the patrol to make sure the kits got across the stones safely. She followed them out of camp in the first place, making it impossible for Mapleshade to hide them on the territory considering Frecklewish attacked her once already and as we hear in the snakerocks scene, wants Mapleshade dead. She doesn't care about the kits as soon as they aren't related to her. She's not a precious little baby constantly crying for a blankie. She's impulsive and angry and judgemental. She didn't deserve hell, sure, but the fandom should've been angry that Oakstar and Appledusk stayed sippin' wine in heaven while only she got booted, rather than immediately going to "she did nothing wrong!11"

10 - I can easily get into more of Frecklewish and Appledusk here, but lets go for Mapleshade being painted as evil from birth and manipulative from the start and pinned as "Appledusk's abuser" is revolting. I don't care that the fandoms precious pair of leading YouTubers said one thing that can be taken as them thinking this. That one video is not well-written and full of out of context things and them acting morally superior for not liking Mapleshade because that wasn't the trend at the time until the fandom 180'd the second the video gained traction. The title of the video alone is spiteful. I could directly quote and talk about one thing said in that video that isn't twisting a simple line from the book, but I think the fandom would hang me. It's ironic that Mo/onk/itti can come out with acknowledging that people will defend male characters while "pulling apart every tiny infraction a female character has ever committed" while The Mapleshade Problem is doing nothing but that.

On another end, people who script the MAPs "about" Reedshine should ask themselves why they need to woobify and sympathize with Appledusk to sympathize with Reedshine (because everything is about a man and female characters are just DLC for male characters). The way so many people see nothing wrong with Freckle and Reed being characterized by the fandom as sad all the time purely over a man and thinking about a man 24/7 says a lot. Spending her whole life mourning a man who had an affair behind her back and called his children mistakes and used her to fuel his crocodile tears apology is nothing Reedshine deserves.

Reedshine's got an attitude herself, telling Mapleshade to go away and that she caused enough trouble was blatantly bitchy and a horrible thing to do, but considering her husband is a dishonest, two-faced, chickenshit son of a bitch I think she has the right to a rude moment or two. And no, that's not applicable to me refusing to play along with or defend the fandom ignoring Frecklewish's actual character.

13 - The same answers all around. Frecklewish and Appledusk. I'm also fiercely anti-crowfeather and gray wing <3.

#Tagging this because I'm feeling brave #didn't intend to get into TMP's absolute bullshit here but hey. maybe I'm glad I finally got to get into that a little #Mapleshade #Appledusk #Frecklewish #WC #Warriors #Warrior Cats

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ryuichirou · 5 months

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A bunch of OruVil replies + a bunch of replies related to our post from yesterday.

hipsterteller asked:

Dang Ortho is a player

He’s a little charmer~

Anonymous asked:

Vil's fans will be jealous that Ortho got the star, and Ortho will be secretly delighted on that. Vil really taught Ortho some emotions.

Not only did Vil teach Ortho some emotions, he also made him embrace the emotions that he already had – pettiness, for example lol

He really does enjoy being this little shit that gets to be close to Vil…

Anonymous asked:

Yandere Ortho on Vil. Come on, this seems to have potential. Like imagine hacking the cameras stalking 24/7 and have dangerous in his disposals to eliminate his rivals in a second.

Ironically, out of all the replies we’ve written on these two so far, there’ve been at least two that are kind of related to Ortho being possessive with Vil and/or Vil enabling him lol It really does suit them!

Ortho is a dangerous admirer to have! Well, dangerous for those who try to take his spot near Vil~

He’ll definitely hack the cameras and stalk him, but also, considering that Ortho is also capable of downloading all the movies/series/plays that Vil participated in, all his public appearances, absolutely anything Vil-relate he could grab from the internet or real life, and even could break in a couple of secret databases and get data from there… If Ortho wanted, he could have the biggest Vil Schoenheit altar inside his mind.

Anonymous asked:

That one thing that Idia, Azul, and the Tweels can agree on is that Rook is a creep they want to avoid too much. Too bad Ortho is with Vil for Rook to be involved. (Even if they didn't,Rook will still be involved)

Considering Rook a creep is something that could unite so many people… It’s funny to think that even the Tweels feel uncomfortable around him, but good for Rook for feeling welcomed nonetheless! He has to be around and involved to spice up everyone’s lives lol

Anonymous asked:

So who's gonna be Rook's best man? Trey? They are both creeps. I can totally see him try Leona to be his best man but we all know Leona will refused.

I guess asking Leona to do it just to hear how he’d refuse is a Rook thing to do lol but I agree, Trey sounds like a good option. Especially considering how much both Rook and Vil like teasing him by making him a center of attention, something that Trey himself actively tries to avoid lol

Trey would be so confused to hear the “creeps” reasoning though, the guy is either in denial or thinks that he can fool us.

Anonymous asked:

I'm guessing the young potatoes are Ace and Deuce, tiny potato is Epel, two good boys are Jack and Ortho, and Sebek is cucumber. Man, Vil got some favorites and he known them longer than.

Top to bottom (who knew Vil the longest)

Jack

Ortho (He was here for three years)

Epel

Ace & Deuce

Sebek (I barely see them interact)

Anon!! This is such a good point; I didn’t even consider the fact that Vil has known Ortho for quite a long time already! Maybe knowing someone longer really is a factor for him, huh. This + the fact that Jack and Ortho don’t cause as much problems and aren’t as noisy lol

I also feel like Vil is strict with the first years because he cares (esp with Epel), a lot of what he does could be considered tough love. It’s just that Jack and Ortho are already such good boys <3

#replies #oruvil

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miquella-everywhere · 6 months

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Miquella Hunt Part 12: Mt. Gelmir

1. Trina's Lily on the cliff to side of abandoned coffin sight of grace

2. Jelly wanted to be apart of the picture 😂 3 lilys found in front of the Sages Cave

3. Look at all those Miquella's Lilys 😭 There's 10 at least! This place is so so special I can feel it in my bones lol Considering that the Perfumers Ruins are right across the way, Miquella likely spent their formative days here. Before the Shattering the Perfumers Ruins was probably where the Perfumers would gather and practice medicine before their practice became a tool for war, and Miquella, determined to cure Malenia of her Rot, likely spent most of their time here, learning the trade and medicines of the Perfumers to try and help her. 😭 They also likely saw first hand the treatment of the Misbegotten and Omens considering you fight Perfumer Tricia in the catacombs beneath the ruins

4. Found off a corpse in the back of the Perfumers Ruins

5. Murdered this Wandering Noble who was protecting these Nascent Butterflies 😔

6. Wyndham Ruins Sacramental Buds

7. Sacramental Buds and the Iron Virgin that nearly killed me after taking this photo lol

8. Nascent Butterflies on top of this rock spire at the Mt. Gelmir base

9. Sacramental Buds amongst the corpses before the Corpse Stench Shack

10. These Buds can be found by the tower fort where you pick up the Pulley Bow

11. Miquellas Lily hidden amongst the rocks, you can see the Volcano Manor in the distance

12. Miquella's Lily hidden in the corner of the battlefield with the Grafted Scion, peering off into the distance. You can see the Consecrated Snowfield from here, and just barely the top of the Haligtree.

13. I think this is such a pretty shot lol Parent Tree and Baby Tree, right above nomadic merchant, and right below it is some Nascent Butterflies and Sacramental Buds. Also those puppets literally took out that Leyndell Soldier firing squad style, like damn

14. These puppets were literally staring at the Lily completely mesmerized by it. I don't know what that means but definitely an interesting note. And right above it is a Trinas Lily on the path that leads to the Volcano Cave where you get the Jar Cannon.

15. Nascent Butterflies right below the Falling Star Beast.

16. Sacramental Buds to the left of the Volcano Manor

17. Growing among the corpses on the Path of Iniquity below the Volcano Manor

18. Trina's Lily found in front of the burnt Minor Erdtree

19. A footsoldier sits in front of the Miquella's Lily right in front of Seethewater Cave where there are Servants and Kindred of Rot inside. You also pick up the Kindred of Rot's Exultation here. And found off the corpse to the right overlooking the collapsed great bridge

20. Sacramental Buds hidden behind Fort Laiedd. The Fire Monks are here, could Miquella have looked into the Flame of Ruin?

21. Miquella's Lily hidden in these craggy rocks just by the magma lake

22. Nascent Butterfly and a Trina's Lily behind the two Hermits Shack buildings overlooking the graveyard below

23. Miquella's Lily behind the Craftsman Shack. Miquella was here, Miquella was definitely here lol They used this place to create new things with their genius, you can pick up the Pulley Bow here which is one of Miquella's inventions!

24. Sacramental Buds after the Hermit Village and before Azur? Could Miquella have visited Azur in their quest looking into the Primal Current??

#uri posts #elden ring #miquella the unalloyed #miquella #elden ring miquella #lily hunt

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7grandmel · 4 months

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Todays rip: 04/01/2024

Ska Cha Cha (Rotten Mix)

Season 4 Episode 2 Featured on: DJ Professor K Presents: 24/7 FUNKY FRESH BEATS FROM TOKYO-TO

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I do kind of wonder, at times, if We Are Number One could be considered my favorite joke on the channel. If nothing else, I do think it's the joke that's survived the longest on the channel without really growing stale. Compare it to something like The Flintstones theme, which is so overplayed on the channel that its now primarily used ironically in reference to its overplayed status - and that trend started like, five years ago at this point. There's other memes and jokes that I'm still quite fond of, some like The Nutshack feel like they ebb in and out of relevance when everyone's just about tired of them, and haven't really worn out their welcome as a result. We've been getting We Are Number One rips at a pretty steady interval since the end of Season 1, yet the team seemingly never runs out of unique ways to use its desperate pieces and instruments in. Ska Cha Cha (Rotten Mix) is but one of several excellent examples out there.

I mean, it obviously helps to start that Hideki Naganuma music already has a pretty fantastic, easily identifiable sound to it, a funky feel-good vibe with vocal samples all over the place. I've covered three We Are Number One focused rips in the past, with Chillin’ Like A Villain, We Are Number 4 (Golden) and...ahem: The expanse of meme in past was split, A fiendish trap has now been set; Behind a tree the villains sit, Terror of sport, the Robbie's Net. Now, the former two are excellent in their own right, presenting the original We Are Number One performance's full lyrics, progression and so on but with the whole new melody behind it. But the part of WANO rips that really, really grabs me, is what the latter rips hint at - full sections of the original song used play out, with instrumentation and vocal samples from WANO used to heighten the arrangement, intentions and progression of WANO be damned. In other words, when all the pretense of a mashup feel like they've been dropped, and WANO is purely being used as an instrument rather than a co-star.

And that's kind of what Ska Cha Cha (Rotten Mix) does - sure, it still features the full lyrics and singing from the original song, but it feels here like its playing second fiddle to the vocal samples, which fit Naganuma's style in the original track like a glove. From the opening "da-da-da-da-daah!!" to the ongoing "hey-hey!"s in the beat, to the absolutely devious laughter sample playing in place of the song's titular chant. Its just such an incredible fit between the two songs, and while the ska instrumentation of WANO is of course a banger when applied to anything, it really is that creative voice sample usage that cements this rip for me. All those years later, and the team are still finding new ways to use that big box of rotten-ska goodness in.

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codenamesazanka · 7 months

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nal. if you're still doing these. 🌧️🌧️🌧️i believe in you 🌧️🌧️🌧️

🌧️Share something angsty from your WIP.

😈😈😈 thank you kota thank youuuuuuu

Prisons like Tartarus, and Iron Maidens; 24/7 full body restraints, solitary confinement, induced comas and long-term sedation; the Targeted Instant Elimination System— As punishments, they are not cruel and not unusual. They’re used around the world and has become basic detention methods. According to most governments around the world, they are not degrading; they are not inhumane. Quirks has changed the standards of what it means to be human; and thus, what indignities are considered allowable for a human to experience and suffer through has also changed... [...] When one is deemed as having lost the privilege of being called human; when one is seen as barely human at all, there are no human laws, morals, or social norms can’t be suspended to contain such a beast. But it goes the other way too. If you aren’t considered a person; and if you too come to not consider yourself as belonging to the group of beings called ‘people’, then human laws, morals, or social norms don’t apply to you. Human connections and community have no meaning. Concepts like belonging, compassion, or the future do not exist. After that, there is nothing a beast such as you can’t do to an actual person.

tho i have to wonder if this is angst? Or just me on a soapbox.

Well. If not, and with all the rainy cloud emojis, here's Spinner angst:

"I..." I want to follow him. I want to help him. I want to see his dream come true. I want— "Don't worry about it," Spinner mutters. "It's nothing important. Doesn't really matter." Because it doesn't. There's not anything to do, these are just feelings that tumble around inside of him, just dreams that he can't control until he wakes up. That's all there is and that's fine. Spinner knows the step after realization is... confession, but he won't be doing that. Confess to Shigaraki Tomura. Sounds crazy. Shigaraki doesn't have time to deal with things like romance or dating or whatever this is. Plus— I'd been an empty shell. It's why I hate everything. Every living, breathing thing just rubs me the wrong way. Where's room for —love— in all that rage? Shigaraki has given the League enough proof that he tolerates them, trusts them, might even like them, that they are exempt from 'Destroy Everything', but a small quiet part of Spinner wonders. What's after annihilation? What happens when there's nothing else to destroy? Never mind that the probability some of them won't survive this apocalypse is certain enough. The thing about that rage, Spinner knows - has felt himself - is how it's fueled by grief, which itself is a bottomless black hole that can and will smother and eat away at everything. You'll never be able to get back what's lost, and whatever manages to regrow, breaking through that dead-dry ground, is never the same. Colder, smaller, uglier. It's hard. It's survival. There's only essentials and the little space left available is for very precious things. For the few special memories, for fleeting moments of peace, for wild hopes and dreams. Those dreams of Shigaraki's, Spinner will protect. For him, that's enough. Already more than he had ever hoped for.

#fanfiction #fanfic #both AUs #first tidbit is from de novo / propria persona #second is actually from a romcom #👍🏼#Spinner #Iguchi Shuuichi #Spinaraki #WIP #nalwrites #nalslastworkingbraincell #thanks for the ask!#ask #ask meme #asked #answered #robotlesbianjavert

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bratshaws · 2 years

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goodness gracious 45. brb x oc

a/n: im so tired and i am writhing with cramps but i did this chapter somehow yaaay

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pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: fluff and slight angst, but like, minimal. AND SOME ANSWERS TOO

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To Beatrice it was a bit weird to be in the Hard Deck and not work, her hands would sometimes flex out of habit whenever she’d see Shells and Penny moving around, trying to reach for the tray with a ‘I can take it!’ on the tip of her tongue. But she is just another patron tonight, just a girl who went out with her boyfriend and is enjoying a night out together.

But just being inside the bar was more than enough to make her happy, she really missed this place and the atmosphere that it has, she’s gotten used to it now. In the very first months of her working at the Hard Deck, Beatrice was very nervous to mess something up, having an absolute iron focus whenever she had to help someone out with a drink. Penny assured her, after holding her wrist once she noticed the brunette’s hand was shaking as she filled a patron’s glass, that she didn’t have to be perfect. Just get the order and take it to the person, nothing more nothing less.

Rooster hadn’t come to the Hard Deck during these first months of her working there, thank God, she’d be so much worse if he was there. She also didn’t think she’d last this long if she was honest, maybe three months at best because she’d probably trip and drop a tray filled with drinks on someone or worse, but she’s still here, still working. And while she’d love to become a full time artist, she couldn’t really see herself distancing from the Hard Deck that soon.

She liked it here, she knew pretty much everyone, she loved working with Penny and Shells, even Jimmy whenever he was available. She knew he had another part time job but would always try to come by if Penny needed his help, even though the woman has proven time and time again she could handle this whole bar on her own. Shells would always call her aunt a madwoman whenever she did that.

With Rooster’s arm wrapped around her waist, Beatrice gently ran her fingers on the back of his forearm repeatedly, leaning back against his chest as he talked to the other officers. She knew he missed this too, he spent so long with her there were a lot of things he probably didn’t know. Or her for that matter. It felt really good to catch up with everyone else…this non-blood related family of theirs.

“Hey,” his voice calls from above, making her tilt her head up to meet his eyes, “You okay? You got a bit quiet.”

Beatrice smiles sweetly, nodding in response, “I’m fine, just enjoying hearing everyone talk.” she tells him, who in turn leans down to kiss her temple, hugging her even tighter to himself “It’s good to see everyone again, even if I’m not behind the bar.”

Rooster hums, his lips still pressed on her temple, then pulls back to look down at her, “I’m enjoying that I don’t have to hold back while you are in here. You know how often I considered kissing you while working? Penny would kick me out.” Beatrice’s soft laugh and red cheeks made his smile widen, glad that the other officers didn’t mind it at all. Speaking of the other officers, Bradley leaned closer to her ear to whisper something, “Someone else might be meeting your family soon.”

Beatrice blinks confusedly, “What do you mean?”

His eyes slowly move over to Phoenix who’s busy talking to Halo to pay attention, “When your cousin was here, Nat was very interested in him. They exchanged phone numbers but I don’t know if your cousin noticed that she was flirting with him at first. Eventually, from what I heard through the grapevine, they went out and she showed him around.”

“Really?” she whispers with her eyes moving to Nat as well, “Well,Umberto is a bit oblivious to flirting. My uncle only found out my aunt was flirting with him after two years, so I’m not surprised…well, I don’t think they are together yet because my mother would definitely call and let me know.”

But she didn’t mind seeing Nat during family reunions, if she and Umberto did get together in some way. Was that even legal? Probably? She didn’t know much if aviators from different countries could have a relationship like that, she didn’t even know if anything would come out of it but it was still quite exciting! She looked back at Rooster who looked like a boy who just tattled his sister off, “You look very happy.”

“Of course, now I can pester her because of Umberto just like she did to me because of you.”

Beatrice couldn’t help the soft laugh that goes past her lips, giggling quietly as she leans into his hold, now both of his arms were around her middle and his chin was pressed on top of her head. They stay like that for a few more minutes, until Beatrice’s eyes travel to the bar’s entrance and she sees a tall figure making their way inside, “...Ev?” she calls even though she was sure her friend wouldn’t be able to hear…but Hangman sure did. He immediately looked up from the pool table, still in strike position, as Evelyn casually strolled in with her hands in her pockets.

“Evelyn!” Shells’ shocked voice came from the bar, “You decided to join us too? What the fuck, why wasn’t I told about this meeting??”

“Well, knowing how you are, you wouldn’t be able to shut up.” the black haired woman said with a smile, making the blonde narrow her eyes in her direction, knowing she was right. Evelyn lifts a hand to the group of officers in a greeting, Beatrice noticed that almost invisible lift of her lips when she turned her gaze to Jake, who now stood straight with the pool cue held with both of his hands. He smiled charmingly, “Hey,beautiful.” He said, “I’m glad to see you here.” Evelyn only hummed in response as she turned her eyes to Beatrice

“I didn’t know you were coming either!” the brunette says, smiling brightly.

Evelyn chuckles, “Well, I wasn’t the only one.” she tilts her head back to the doors where three other women step in, Carmen’s hair was now a deep shade of purple instead of the pink she saw weeks before, Eliza and Jennifer looked around in wonder, with the younger of the trio talking something before she pointed to where Evelyn was.

“You brought the others too?” Beatrice’s soft voice asks, almost as if she couldn’t believe all of her friends were there, celebrating her healing like everyone else.

“Well, it wasn’t my idea.” Evelyn smirks, then nods towards the tall pilot still holding Beatrice in his arms.

Beatrice tilted her head towards Rooster, her lips parted in surprise as he just sent her a boyish grin, “Roos…you planned this?” she asks, “You asked my friends to come too?”

“I thought you’d like to see them as much as they’d like to see you.” he says sweetly, leaning his head down to peck her cheek while the other girls approach the group as well, “I know how much they mean to you.” Beatrice couldn’t help the soft gasp of amazement that left her lips, her green eyes shining with a mix of tears and happiness as she looked up at him.

Beatrice’s breathing shook as she tried to come up with words, any words, to say how much that meant to her “...I…that’s…so sweet.” she finally said after a few minutes of opening and closing her mouth like a fish out of water, “That’s so sweet, Brad. Thank you so much.” her chest just warmed with so much love and care about this man she felt it’d burst out of her and fill the room.

Rooster tsked, shrugging as if it was no big deal but he knew it was. He remembers how she said she only had real friends when she got to college and how those were the best years of her life, he just wanted to give her a nice welcome back gift. And considering how bright she was smiling and how her eyes shone like precious gems, he did a great job.

The girls, while a bit uneasy at first upon meeting a group of aviators, seemed to ease up quite quickly. Soon enough they were all chatting without issues with everyone, Eliza and Evelyn were playing pool against Hangman and Fanboy, while Jennifer talked to Bob,Payback and Halo and Carmen pulled the sleeve of her shirt to show Coyote the scar she got when she was sixteen after a baby shark tried to bite her.

To Beatrice, it was what she always wanted. Having her friends, from both college and the Hard Deck, meet was like a dream come true. And to think Rooster was the one who suggested this, the one who wanted them to be here when she finally stepped back into the Hard Deck the second she healed, made her heart beat wildly inside her ribcage. She placed her hands on top of his crossed forearms wrapped around her middle, smiling when that prompted him to hug her just a bit tighter with his chin still propped on her shoulder, closing her eyes in pure bliss at what was happening.

Soon enough, Jimmy showed up and Penny let Shells join the others. Her niece looked confused from her to the group, almost in a ‘is this a prank’ situation, but her aunt just playfully shoved her out from behind the bar so she could stay with her friends. They weren’t the loudest group, but they were very talkative, it’s amazing what a bunch of Arts Students and Naval Aviators could have in common.

Bradley finally decided to sit down, bringing Beatrice with him so she’d sit on his lap and his arms were still around her waist. She blushed just a bit, seeing this was the most pda they’ve shown around the bar, especially since she works there and Rooster is a regular in the place. She’s sure some people had no idea they were together considering how they sent looks their way, some of surprise and some - like from Jeff and his wife - of fondness towards the couple.

Beatrice crossed her arms over her bust when a sudden gust of wind made it’s way inside, the brunette curling herself a bit into her boyfriend’s warm frame, making a noise of complaint that if she wasn’t literally on his lap, Rooster wouldn’t have heard it. He brought one of his huge hands to rub her denim clad thigh, “Cold?”

“A little.”

“I can get my jacket from the car,” he says, “Do you want me to?”

Beatrice thought about it, her gaze going from him to the door then back at him, “Not yet, you are pretty warm.” she says with a smile, feeling one of his arms wrap around her shoulders instead so she’d have more warmth traveling through her body.

“You did call me hot.” he whispers against her ear, earning a red blush from the brunette who just smiled shyly “Maybe that’s why I’m so warm. Or maybe it’s because you are sitting right on my c–” he heard the sound of the back of her hand hitting the middle of his chest, then the subtle stinging of the quick skin to skin contact and he couldn’t help the chuckle that he had to hold back with his lips shut tightly, pressing his face to her neck to hide his complete amusement.

“You,” she whispers when no one else seems to be paying attention, “You are terrible.” but Beatrice’s tone is light, a soft giggle breaking her scolding tone as one of her hands travel up to his nape, caressing the shorter hairs there and smiling when he lets out a soft pleased moan on her skin.

He did try to behave, most of the time, but he loved when she blushed that shade of red and how she tried to fight back her smile. He’d never embarrass her, of course, he’s not stupid. It was just harmless fun that she didn’t seem to mind, if she did she would tell him. The conversation went on for a few more minutes until he noticed the subtle shudder of Beatrice’s arms, the temperature dropped just a bit more and her long sleeved shirt wasn’t helping her anymore.

“I’m going to go get the jacket.” he says, Bea looking up at him as he removes her from his lap, standing up.

“I’ll go with you.” she says, “You don’t have to go alone.” Beatrice smiles, already grabbing his hand and making him melt on the spot. Of course she wouldn’t want to stay behind. He tells the others he’d be right back, bringing Beatrice close to him as he makes his way through the crowd of people until he’s on the outside.

The wind had a back and forth between being stronger or weaker, while still very cold it wasn’t often that it’d be too wild for them to speed up their step. He opens the Bronco, leaning over to the back seat and grabbing the jacket, a dark brown aviator jacket with wool on the collar that Mav got for him a few months back. There were no patches on it yet, he still was considering whether he should put some or not since he liked the clean version a lot too.

He draped the jacket over her shoulders, helping her slide her hands into the sleeves and smiling when just the tips of her fingers were visible. The jacket itself was big on her since he was taller and broader, but she looked very comfortable, “You look so fucking cute.” he chuckles, “And hot too.”

Beatrice rolls her eyes playfully, bringing the jacket’s collar closer to her neck, smelling the scent of his cologne that was embedded on the wool then tilting her head up at him with a small smile, “Thank you.” she says, leaning up to kiss his lips, “Are you sure you won’t need it?”

“I’m sure,” he replies, leaning his back on the car’s door and sliding his hands to her lower back under the jacket until he cupped her ass cheeks “Plus seeing you wearing it is a lot better for me.” she laughs gently, shaking her head only to kiss him one more time. He doesn’t know how long they stay there, too busy to check the time really but he does open his eyes when he sees something in the distance.

His eyebrows furrow, still kissing her but tilting his head to the side in hopes he could see it better. Once he does his eyes widen and he stills completely.

The red truck, weakly hidden between two other cars just a few meters from them. Beatrice notices his sudden pause, pulling back to see his eyes staring at something in the distance, “What’s wrong?” she questions, looking over her shoulder to where he was almost glaring at, seeing the red truck pop out in the dark parking lot.

The inside of the car lit up as a person stepped out, yawning and rubbing their face before their head turned to where Rooster and Beatrice were. It took a couple minutes, but the person immediately cursed, fumbling with something in their hands until Rooster heard the sound of keys falling onto the ground. He didn’t wait long, honestly he didn’t wait at all, he stepped around Beatrice with fury in his eyes.

His girlfriend called him confusedly, then tried to keep up with him as he neared the red truck with his jaw so tight it seemed the tendon would just snap. He stops right in front of it, dropping his gaze when he sees the glint of the keys illuminated by the barest ray of light coming from a lamp not too far, stepping on it and hiding from the driver’s view. The guy was still trying to find it, but he stops when he sees Rooster’s tall form staring him down, “Rooster!” he hears Beatrice calls, the brunette stopping by his side, “What’s wrong? What’s the matter- oh.”

The guy is now looking at the two with wide eyes, eyeballs moving back and forth between the two as he tries to say something, but Bradley’s eyes are burning through him and he doesn’t care to speak. Instead, Beatrice does.

“Damon?” she asks softly which makes Rooster blink in surprise and tilt his head in her direction.

“Damon? You know him?”

Beatrice nods, crossing her arms, “We were classmates in high school.” she frowns, however, “What are you doing here?”

Off brand Vanilla Ice, now Damon, just looked absolutely terrified by the sheer size of the pilot standing millimeters away from him, “I-I, I just—well, I…” Beatrice just watched him fumble, while Rooster clenched one of his hands into fists, the movement definitely catching the other man’s eyes, “I-I just–I-I haven’t been to this bar before.”

“It’s a Naval bar.” comes Rooster’s voice, which makes Damon gulp at how dangerous it sounded, “Full of other Naval officers.”

“I-I yeah, um…I-I know.” Damon chuckles weakly, “I’ve a-always wanted to be Navy you know? S-So cool and…”

“I thought you were in jail.” Beatrice says quietly and that makes Rooster even more alert. Jail? Jail?? Now he was already stepping closer to the guy, almost face to chest but his girlfriend held his wrist, “No, Roos, Damon isn’t that type of criminal.” Damon nods his head quickly when the pilot doesn’t seem convinced so the other man tries to explain.

“Got caught selling.” he gulps, “A-A few years back.”

“In school.” Beatrice adds.

“I-In school, yeah.” Damon gulps again, “I honestly didn’t notice where I was. I mean, I did, but then I fell asleep and,” he shivered under Rooster’s narrowed glare, trying to avoid the pilot’s eyes the best he could, looking down at the ground in hopes to find his keys but with no luck.

Beatrice frowns even more, ‘Are you okay?” she asks sweetly and Rooster almost tells her not to, tells her this guy showed up before and left before he could ask why “What’s happening Damon?”

They both see his conflicted expression, his hands coming up to his face to rub it twice before he opens his eyes back to the couple, “...damn, Bea, why do you have to be so nice?” he questions quietly, something that makes the two of them recoil in surprise, with Rooster’s alerts ringing loudly in his ears, “...you were always nice to me in school. Y’know? You never treated me like shit even when…” Damon met Rooster’s eyes briefly, “E-Even when I wasn’t nice to you… I came here to tell you something.”

“...tell me what?”

Damon looks back at her, then at Rooster, groaning inside his throat while rubbing his hands on his scalp over and over, “...When I saw you at the supermarket I…I didn’t know if it was you or not…then I saw you again when you were at that open gym, I-I wasn’t following you! I swear!” he lifted his hands up in defense when Rooster immediately tried to step forward, “I-I was waiting for my mom. There’s a flower shop on the other side, she likes buying tulips to put on my dad’s grave! I swear…but then…then Eric contacted me.”

The mention of her ex makes both of them look at one another, as Damon continued speaking, “He wanted to know if I knew something about you or, if you were dating or whatever. Listen,I don’t know how he got my number, we were never friends. I-I just told him I didn’t want to help him out.”

“What did he want?” Rooster asks before Beatrice could, “What did he tell you?”

“Just that! Just asked me to see if she had someone or moved on, I-I told him about um,” he gestures to the pilot, “Uh, you and he didn’t believe me.”

“Of course not.” Bea’s soft voice says, her eyes weren’t sad when Rooster looks at her, no, they were just angry and tired “He’d never think I’d find someone better than he was, ugh, what a fucking prick.”

Damon agrees, scratching the back of his head, “I-I just wanted to tell you that, you know? I-I didn’t want you to think I was working for him or something, i-if he ever said that to you. He’s not in California right now, he’s…like in the Bahamas or something…” The way he nervously wrung his hands and looked up at Bradley with fear in his eyes said it all, “I’m not following Beatrice, or you, or anyone, I swear.”

So...Bradley was partially right with his gut feeling. He knew the truck had something to do with Eric, but not how he thought it’d be. He clenched and relaxed his jaw, placing his hands on his hips as he took everything in, then looked down at Beatrice who just had her eyebrows furrowed, “You okay,baby?”

“...yeah,I’m fine.” She says after a few seconds, rubbing her forehead with the palm of her hand, clenching her eyes, “It’s just…a lot to take in…but,” she lifts her eyes to Damon, who still looked very nervous, “Thank you,Damon. For letting us know.”

“...d-don’t mention it.” he sends a fearful look towards Bradley, “A-Are we cool?”

Rooster kept his eyes narrowed, but kicked the keys from under his foot towards him, the cloud of dust that followed making Damon cough quietly when he crouched to pick it up. The pilot and Beatrice’s former high school classmate met eyes one more time, with Damon quickly moving his gaze away “I-I should go, I’m sorry for all of this…misunderstanding.”

Neither Beatrice or Bradley said anything, the latter still looked like he wanted to murder the other guy with his eyes alone. When Bea finally opened her mouth, all she told Damon was to go home and thanked him one more time.

They watched the truck reverse out of the parking lot and leave the area in a matter of minutes, leaving the two alone to watch his tail lights disappearing in the distance. Beatrice sighs, rubbing her temples with the tips of her fingers, a dry chuckle escaping her mouth, “God, he’s so pathetic.” she whispers, which makes Rooster look at her for an answer, “Do you know how he got with me? He did the same exact thing, to another classmate of mine…asked him to ‘keep an eye on me and check if I was single’. I was ecstatic, it was the first time a boy paid attention to me in a romantic sense.”

Rooster’s eyes follow when she starts to pace, crossing her arms over her bust, “God I was so–so excited, I thought it was romantic, you know? I even told him that! I was a dumb kid, I barely turned eighteen. And now he thinks that doing it again will work? Oh, ha, ha ha ha! Hilarious!”

“Bea.”

“And you know what else? I’m not even sad or worried, I’m fucking pissed Brad! I’m pissed he thinks,” she points her finger to the distance, “He thinks he can use Damon, who’s already had a lot of issues in his life to get something out of me? Because I was the only one who tried to defend him?? He’s pathetic! He is the most pathetic man that ever existed and I cannot believe I lost my virginity to him!” she tosses her arms in the air and lets them drop to her sides, hitting her thighs with a dull slap.

Thankfully the music was loud enough for anyone to hear what she just said, and the parking lot was empty, or else there’d be a lot of stares thrown their way. With her back to him, all Rooster could see was how her shoulders lowered in a heavy sigh, the wind making her hair move and bring the lavender scent to his nose, “Baby.” he tries, but Beatrice just crosses her arms again, “Baby, it’s okay.” he comes up from behind, wrapping his arms around her to kiss her cheek.

Beatrice relaxes in his hold, leaning back against his chest so she could tilt her head back and look up to the sky, “...it is okay. Everything is okay.” she says softly, “...he’s not going to ruin my days anymore, Roos. I don’t care. I don’t care. I am having a wonderful night and Eric isn’t going to take that from me…not anymore.” she inhales one more time, the anger and tiredness in her gaze disappear when she turns to him, being replaced by adoration and love instead, “He’s not worth it.”

He couldn’t help the swell of pride inside his chest, “He really isn’t.” he smiles, cupping her cheek, “See this? What you just did?” he leans his head closer so their foreheads touch, “That’s bravery.”

Beatrice smiles back at him, closing her eyes with their foreheads pressed together, opening them so she could hold his hand and give it a firm squeeze, “Thank you.”

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dykesagainstgojo · 8 months

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Been seeing talk about Orpheus and Eurydice and thinking about satosugu being like a dark version or subversion of them. Like Kenjaku forcefully bringing geto back from the dead to force gojo to look back and have a moment of weakness, of hope, even despite his better judgement and dooming him in an even more tragic way than how Orpheus was doomed (because at least it was their choice). Idk...but I feel like there could be something in thinking about the parallels and also the differences.

hello, sorry for taking so long to answer but i was kind of busy and i wanted sooo bad to sit and think properly about this wonderful concept before saying anything. (BTW THANKS FOR THIS ASK IT RUINED MY LIFE)

to get started i have to talk briefly about orpheus and establish my point of view on his act of looking back. this scene is, in some interpretations, about a lack of trust or defiance of hades' orders. i am, however, much fonder of the more popular interpretations (and the same as yours) about how he looks back not in rebellion, but in wistfulness. so thats the route im taking here. this is ironic, because even though stsg is in my brain 24/7 i've never put gojo and orpheus together, and i feel particularly dumb because whats gojo's story besides him keeping looking back again and again even though he knows he's not supposed to?

"[eurydice] now, who must die a second death / did not find fault with [orpheus], for what indeed / could he be faulted for, but his constancy?"

when it comes to the differences between those stories, what i like the most is the details of what they had to lose and gain, and how many chances they got to do so because, as you said, gojo's dooming is even more tragic than orpheus'. orpheus reward for obeying this rule was gaining eurydice back. when he looks back too soon (in most of the tellings by mistake), it's because he considers that moment the greeting of their new start, a greeting he simply couldnt wait to have in front of him. im most definitely sure that, if given another chance, orpheus wouldnt make the same error. whilst gojo, by not looking at geto, doesnt have anything to win, he only has something to avoid losing. his choice of glancing back whenever geto is there doesnt have any other meaning behind it, its just looking at him for the sake of remembering what he is grieving for. and not only that, but gojo has multiple chances to stop doing so, but he doesnt. he never goes forward. geto dies his premature death when gojo lets him go in shinjuku. then he dies the second time in jjk0, hearing something so kind that he has to ask to be cursed, he has to ask gojo to stop looking back. and now he's "back" again, to his third death, because kenjaku knew gojo would still look back. because gojo's worst fault (when it comes to geto) is his constancy. and this connects to the last point, which is the possibility of kenjaku using this against him again. my opinion is that, if gege plans to keep the coherence of gojo's arc, you're totally right and that'll surely be part of his ending. yes, the main point of his fight with sukuna (from a plot relevance perspective) is obviously weakening him before he fights kenjaku. but this, to me, is much more about laying the groundwork for a heavy and final fight, than to actually being the reason why it'll be special. gojo is a man equivalent to a deity, whose only real weakness is his heart, so if he gotta lose, it'll be through that. it'll be because no matter what he has to give up, he cant keep his eyes from going back to geto. and thats not only if he is to lose, obviously. if gojo survives, he needs closure. we need to see him freeing himself from the mourning of his lost days and make the conscious choice of keeping his head forward.

also, this is just an obs but i really hope we get to see geto at least once again, so we can have his perspective on this whole situation. as much as gojo is similar to orpheus, i can see geto being similar to eurydice. while i do think he will be furious at gojo for being captured because of him (we already saw how he thinks gojo should hate him by now), i cant help but also see him being quite understanding. in jjk0 geto gets to hear gojo expressing how important the days they were together were for him, so his view of that has changed a little now. what could geto say about gojo, but that too well he loved?

#satosugu #jjk #i thought i would calm down a little in these weeks without jujutsu kaisen #but look at me spending almost an hour typing an analysis of stsg as orpheus and eurydice lol #ONCE AGAIN THANK YOU FOR THIS ASK I LOVE YOU

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Would you be willing to do a IC apologizing to Nesta post acosf (especially Amren tbh)?It's always seemed unfair how she worked for their forgiveness when really the IC also hold a lot of responsibility.Especially the whole locking her up thing-it 'worked' because of Gwyn and Emerie-not their training and work regime...anyway I'll stop now ig you get the point.

Though it's okay if you don't want to write something like this.I complete get it!!

So I have written many different versions of Nesta and different IC members having difficult conversations with varying levels of blame and apologizing going on. I think I’ve done it for Rhys and Nesta like 8 times because I am obsessed with (my version of) their dynamic.

In all of that Amren has alluded me. I could never find a way to make it feel natural, but now seems as good a time as any to try.

Link to read on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30357864/chapters/116876878

Nesta felt the house shift, air humming with a silent question the way it always did now before allowing anyone through the wards. Even Cassian at times, much to his chagrin.

Plucking a ribbon from the side table to mark her place in the book she held, Nesta nodded her head once.

Permission granted, the wards flickered and Nesta waited for her most ancient friend to climb the stairs and open the library door. That word clanged strangely through Nesta’s mind. Friend.

Was she friends with Amren?

Could anyone be friends with Amren?

The former ball of flaming vengeance turned Fae had once accused Nesta of not knowing the meaning of the word friend. Ironic, considering …

“Where’s the brute?” Amren glided right past Nesta with barely a passing nod, losing her short body in the stacks and stacks of bookshelves. If it had been Gwyn or Emerie Nesta would have risen from her chair and joined them, would have asked what they were looking for and had the House make a pot of jasmine tea.

Which was why Nesta contemplated if the meaning of friendship as she remained seated, allowing far hearing to do all the work.

“Oh you know,” Nesta waved a hand through the air even though Amren could not see her, “visiting outcast Queens in their cottage in the woods or crushing some Ilyrian’s windpipe under his boot. One of those two things.”

Cassian was in the camps, dealing with a minor uprising, and would be gone until the next daybreak, but Amren didn’t actually care.

“Good for the two of you,” Amren grunted, “not being tethered to each other’s hip.”

Nesta laughed, unsure why the sound came out choked and sardonic. “It would be awfully unfair to make him deal with me 24/7.”

Amren’s head poked out from behind a shelf. “He’s your mate.”

“Is he? I hadn’t noticed.”

Amren scoffed, “Don’t start fishing for compliments like those males.”

Nesta couldn’t help but compare Amren to Gwyn, who so often visited her in this library and always had reassuring words to offer. “I thought you appreciated honesty.”

“That is not honesty,” Amren ticked, “that is trying to make a friend extol your many virtues. Enough people are obsessed with you, Nesta Archeron. You do not need my reassurances as well.”

“Are we friends?” Nesta simply asked. She didn’t like all of this messiness, this strange power dynamic that had cropped up between her and Amren since, well, everything. “You were a mentor to me, once. An excellent secret keeper for a time.”

Amren’s head tilted to the side, her eyes were no longer silver but something flashed as she surveyed Nesta. “I have always been your friend, girl.”

“Have you?” The question was genuine. “I just mean … how can you be friends with anyone when you look down on all of us?”

Amren scoffed, “pot meet kettle.”

“I never looked down on you. As you well know.”

“No,” Amren smirked, “you just hated my guts for telling you the truth.”

“I am not incapable of handling the truth, Amren.”

“Fine,” Amren rolled her eyes, “then here is the truth, girl. The ball of tension in between my neck and shoulder blade is older than the oldest living High Lord in Prythian. I do not look down on all of you because I do not think you are smart or capable. Some of you aren’t, to be clear, but that isn’t why I … assert superiority, at times. Even the cleverest child is still a child. Still in need of supervision.”

“Oh, so now we are giving people grace for being a child?”

“You may recall,” Amren looked up, “that I never condemned you for any of that human nonsense.” Nesta blinked. It was true. She and Azriel were the only ones who hadn’t thrown it in Nesta’s face at one point or another.

“I was content to let you wallow and suffer so long as I could see that was what you needed.” Amren straightened her spine, coming out from the shelf holding a tome so old the cover had begun to crumble. “I did not change my mind because Feyre sobbed into her eggs or because Rhysand got annoyed. I know you think I did. I know you think I am under their rule, but like you, I am not.”

“Why did you change your mind, then?”

“There were bigger things at play than your stubbornness.” Nesta scoffed. Amren held up a hand, “You may think me cruel, Nesta Archeron. You may think that I am not a true friend to any of you, but would you rather I lie to you?” Nesta only blinked. “I didn’t think so.” She sighed, shoulders curving in only slightly. Weary, she looked weary. “When Rhysand is being a fool, I call him a fool. When Feyre begins to plot petty revenge I tell her to stop acting like a child. When Cassian is desperately trying to disguise insecurity with machismo, I call him a brute. When you are acting like a spoiled brat, I tell you to get over yourself. It is what I do. It is my role here. Everyone accepts criticism more easily from me because I criticize you all, because I am Amren. I won’t apologize for not giving you the warm and fuzzies. I will not write a letter or cry at the beauty of your progress. I chastise when it is needed and I allow well enough when that is needed. You may not like it, but it is a necessity.”

Nesta nodded once, “I have always preferred an explanation to an apology. It is far more useful.”

Amren smirked, “And that is why you are my favourite.”

“Respect,” Nesta said quietly, “is the foundation of friendship.”

Amren only nodded, tucked her book under her arm, and flashed out of the library.

Nesta settled back into her chair. Amren and Nesta would never have a sleepover or make friendship bracelets or cry about their shared trauma. They would never break into pieces and grow back together as sisters.

But not every friend needed to be a sister.

Some friends just needed to be there for a bottle of wine and a few laughs. Nesta had missed laughing with Amren.

#nessian #nessian fanfiction #nesta archeron #amren #acotar #valkyrie

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OOC: I think we're actually done this time.

Hello, everyone. I am @toaarcan, the writer behind both this blog, and @ghost-of-destiny. If you were a reader of either of these blogs, then you've probably noticed that everything has been very quiet for a while now.

I know some people are still enjoying what we did, because every day I get likes on some of the threads we did. And, unfortunately, I doubt there will be any more.

There's been a general decline in interest from all parties, in fact, I was one of the last ones consistently posting, as most other people just weren't around anymore. For some, Life Stuff just became too much of an obstacle. For others, the overall story was shifting in a different direction to what they'd been interested in. For some, it was just the sheer difficulty of being caught up on a story spread across a dozen blogs on a website that's actively hostile to searches.

That last one's pretty ironic considering that we were writing fanfic for a series that died because its story got too convoluted and hard to follow.

There's also another thing.

There was a D&D game. It went badly.

Actually, that's an oversimplification, but what happened was that a bunch of the most active and plot-critical players in what we referred to as "Tumblrverse" banded together to play D&D. We mostly used D&D-ified versions of our Bionicle characters and played by post on Discord. I will not be naming any names here besides my own, because I don't want this to feel like I'm airing other people's dirty laundry... but given that I have to make this disclaimer, you can probably tell that things went sideways.

At first, it worked really well! But we made one mistake right from the off: The chat was always running. It was always online. 24/7 D&D. If the DM wasn't around to make the bad guys do things, we were still active in there, chatting, shooting the breeze, and arguing. And for most of us, it took pretty much all of our creative juices.

The game, Ruins and Rahi, ran for about two years, of constant play, and things fell apart majorly toward the end, and a lot of those cracks first formed early on.

Fitting for a D&D game played by Tumblr people, there was a very "Yes, and" approach to things, and that translated to "Any player can introduce lore and suggest plot twists for their character, and everyone else just has to roll with it." We also made the critical mistake of not having a Session 0, and not establishing safety tools, so if one of these elements was an issue for someone else in the group... well, I'm sure you can figure out the rest.

Very early on, I basically introduced voluntary PvP into the game, as one of my characters had a freak-out and turned into a villain. I wanted to redeem this character, and I wanted it to be a slow, painful thing where she had to come to turns with her own morality and maybe backslide a few times. This did not work out. It mainly didn't work out because... well, I did kill another player character.

Now, this death was something the player chose to do, and was approved by the DM, and only then was it actually pitched to me. In terms of the chain of responsibility for that one, I was a solid third place of three people. Buuuut that didn't mean that it didn't become basically My Fault for the rest of the game.

This resulted in a lot of arguments, that ran for hours on end, and that's a problem in D&D because of character bleed.

In any D&D game, the player's personality and morality will bleed into their character. You've got to be real damn good to avoid it. This is why almost none of my evil characters stay evil. I just can't do it for long periods of time. And this means that, if you start having arguments in-character about the actions those characters took, eventually... you're just yelling at your friends. Often for things that either weren't entirely their fault, or weren't their fault at all.

By the time the game staggered to a close, everyone was kinda mad at each other, and there was no way to save it. The bad choices we'd all made without really talking to each other about it in advance finally became too heavy to ignore. Three of us dipped in quick succession and it collapsed in on itself.

And when you've spent several months wallowing in bitterness and half-sniping at each other, another collaborative writing project is somewhat hard to jump back into. Especially when you then make the collective decision to partake in a dedicated Discord channel for... oversharing and it immediately devolves into more sniping, this time without any veneer of roleplaying as someone else.

This is, in part, an open apology for the things I said and did during those few months, because I don't like the version of myself I became during that time. We were having fun with it until suddenly we weren't and it went too far. And it's left a bunch of us with irreconcilable differences and a few scars that mean that some of us just can't or won't talk to each other anymore. Like there are those among our number that literally can't be in the same space as each other anymore, and I've had to talk about R&R with my therapist, because as much as I'm still attached to some of the characters and some of the narrative, the way things fell apart is something that I dread a repeat of, both on my end, and on others'.

We made a few more attempts to get things rolling again on here after that. In fact, the False Flag megathread was entirely post-R&R, if I'm remembering right. But the life had gone out of it. False Flag was basically the only thread happening, and it slowed and slowed and slowed until it wasn't updating anymore either. I suggested maybe retooling the ending to turn it into more of a conclusion, but nothing more was done.

The Discord channel we used to use to plan stuff has been dead since May. We weren't talking about new threads, but about why the whole thing fell apart and what we could do to replace it. No suggestions for the latter stuck.

I think we're done. Not just me, but everyone else too.

ToaArcan, player of Ahkmou and Matoro, signing off.

#Bionicle RP #Tumblrverse #Bionicle Tumblrverse #Bionicle #Bonkles

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Did you develop any cool skills during the first (The Big ™️) quarantine?

Oh boy

During The Big One I was a bit too busy being extremely depressed and suicidal to actually, I don't know, make some banana bread

I guess I learned how to mask really well? Cause I was low-key losing my mind and not a single soul noticed. That can be considered a skill, eh?

I also had a sexual and gender crisis back then so, ya see, no time to pick up a brush and learn how to paint or become tiktok famous

I don't know about other countries, but I clearly remember a phase during the pandemic where everyone insisted on going live on Instagram here in Portugal. Like, my dudes, how bored were yall for real?? Develop some mental illness, that will keep you occupied

Ironically enough, some of the most beautiful pictures of myself I've ever taken were taken during lock down. Sure, I was hyper fem and had long hair so it ain't technically me anymore, but boy did I look hot. Apparently being locked at home 24/7 with your abuser is good for your skin. 100% recommended if ya want to be harassed by men twice your age on insta

Ah wait! I learned how to use a washing machine! Cause, you know, on top of college Zoom edition, I was taking care of my whole household aka cleaning the house, washing the laundry, making 2 meals for 4 people every day, being yelled at when the minimal thing went wrong. To be fair that skill showed itself very useful once I came back to campus. See? New skill! Do I get some brownie points?

#cw suicide #asks #anon #anon my beloved we dunnot speak of The Big One

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Thelreads, MHA 278, Replies Part 1

1) "And just as Gigantomachia is trying to crash the party, Mt. Lady there showing why she’s a bad bitch. Thing are about to turn bad if she caves in, so, get ready for Chapter 278: Disaster walker”- Title could mean anything from “walking disaster” to “disaster follows where he walks”, and honestly, Machia seems to fit both of those descriptions, even more than Tomura. For one, he doesn’t have any of Tomura’s current handicaps with his powers being sealed, unfortunately for the heroes.

2) “BAD NEWS INDEED, MINETA HASN’T BEEN K.I.A. DURING THE SKIRMISHES

Also Machia is coming this way

…

HOLY FUCK MACHIA IS COMINGT HISWAY”- Well, if Machia’s heading towards Mineta’s current position, this could be good news in a very heavy disguise. Like, a twilight-level disguise.

3)“Also fuck you Tommy Wiseau, Shigaraki is your boss and god, forget Heinz Doofersmith, he’s gonna be arrested anyway, even more now that he doesn’t even has the nuclear dissuader that was Machia by his side.”- Dunno if this has been shown before, but a bonus page revealed that Dabi was the one specifically to forcibly drag along Skeptic on their current jaunt, with something in mind he’s been thinking about for a while…

4) “Oh yeah, I think that Machia is indeed the juggernaut of our story, nothing can stop him once he gets moving

And I think Mt. lady is gonna find that out the hard way”- Arguably Izuku could…if it was an Izuku operating at 100% full Cowling again, or at least have a few more years to train his upper % higher. Sadly, giving the hero time to train up for the big fight is an old trope that All For One was well aware of and determined to prevent, so unless somebody’s got a hyperbolic time chamber lying around….

5) “Are you telling me there’s not a single crowd-control hero here that can stop him? Where’s midnight, she could be useful here I suppose. I think. Would machia even be affected by her quirk?”- Given that Momo falls back on using massive quantities of drugs when Midnight’s direct approach fails, it can be assumed that Machia, needing to breathe and everything, does still have a working biological system that can be affected by chemical compounds like anybody else’s… and if it’s impossible for the heroes to damage him externally without a continental missile or equivalent superhero on All Might’s level, they they’ll have to go for weakening him internally. Of course, there’s also the factor to consider with how large he is, whether or not the drugs would even be able to slow him down much even if they do affect him. Like, do we need to make him swallow a tanker of the stuff to make him woozy?

6) “FUCK YOU GETEN, WE ARE DEBATING A SERIOUS TOPIC HERE, STOP INTERRUPTING SHIT”- Genten doesn’t want debates to slow down the march of Liberation today.

7) “OH THANK YOU CEMENTOSS, HE WAS SO RUDE INTERRUPTING US, PLEASE PUT HIM IN HIS PLACE

ALSO, IS THAT A VEIN ON YOUR TEMPLE JESUS FUCK”- Moving that much concrete mass that fluidly must be putting one hell of a strain on him, not to mention how ineffective it is at holding down Genten so long as Re-Destro’s smashing up the place and breaking any restraints Cementos creates, thus further forcing him to exert himself to temporarily corral the other forces running around as best he can until Edge shot scores a win.

8) “Huh, is that Tokoyami emerging from the ground with Dark Shadow?”- Nope, it’s the other edgy dark-themed hero, who is ironically engaging a foe that comes off as a discount Dark Shadow on a rampage. Like, I wonder how a protected brawl between them would pan out, if they were underground and Re-Destro still had his legs. Tokoymi would fold in a single hit, but he can attack from a distance with a strong dark Shadow, and Re-destro’s stress ability must have a limit to how long he can remain in that stressed-up state before he exhausts his power supply. It’s impossible to remain stressed 24/7, no matter how bad your job is.

9) “Ah, nevermind, it was just the stressful hulk

Well, I suppose that now that Machia is on the move there’s no longer an option of waiting around, it’s either kill or be killed, and I have a feeling he is not intending to go gentle into that good night.”- Machia already evacuated the important members of their top brass, so all that’s left for him to do is try to rally the ground forces and catch up with his head-long dash before it’s too late to participate at Tomura’s fight…for whichever side is still standing by the end.

10) “Yeah, The End walks the earth, the true Calamity of our age, but he is not completed yet

And as long as this fight keeps going, he won’t be able to return to his slumber and finish the process. Not that it is as simple as that, since the Doc is on his way to be executed, but even so”- Shit’s bad, but it’s not completely fucked. This summation will be in place for several chapters. Can you guess when it’ll stop being relevant?

11) “Oh don’t worry dude, he still is just as terrifying and lethal as you expect him to be, I think you should rush there and give him a big ‘ol hug, he missed you so much (: “- Well, apparently, they expected him to be a god upon the Earth who could re-shape the planet’s surface with a gesture. A stupidly-terrifying power-level difference, but then again, they really didn’t want another All Might appearing to mess up their goals, so the best way to avert that is making it just impossible to fight Tomura, let alone beat him.

12) “BUT YEET GOES MT LADY

THROWN LIKE AN EMPTY CAN OF POP

ALAS, THAT WAS TO BE EXPECTED

TIS WAS INEVITABLE, I DARE SAY”- It should be pointed out, Mt lady doesn’t have shoes on. The inability to create growth-capable metals to transform with her means that her hero outfit is basically a size-stretching fabric, allowing it to be easily torn or damaged in a fight. For that reason, Mt Lady needed to place a car onto her foot when busting open the backup hideout at Kamino to protect herself.

Consequently, her attempts to slow down Machica and the trees breaking underneath her feet are giving her a massive case of splinters with every mile he pushes her back – you can see her soles bleeding and impaled from the damage. She doesn’t just tackle his leg at the end out of desperation, she’s also genuinely having trouble standing up anymore

13) “Time for this Giant to know the scent of the Night”- Not if Dabi has anything to say about it. He’s got an express ride straight to the big fight scene, and he’s clever enough to predict any upsets the heroes can throw in his way…not to mention sadistically gleeful at the chance to thwart their best efforts.

14) “that looks like a troll face jesus fuck “- Somewhat ironically, now that Dabi’s actually starting to emote more and open up, it turns out he’s got a personality not unlike a spite-driven troll, not only wanting to tear others down, but make them feel bad for doing so. He wasn’t just keeping his head down to lure the heroes in closer for his blast, he was doing it to give them false hope before he snuffed that out. Similarly, he strung Hawks along with his double-agent act until he got what he wanted, and then made sure to rub it in Hawks’ face that he murdered a man who deserved a second chance right before trying to kill him, just for the sake of hurting him more.

15) “OH NO NOT THE MARBLES! QUICK MIDNIGHT, EVASIVE MANEUVERS! “- Sadly, Midnight can’t manoeuvre mid-air, and without Kamui being able to help her swing about with his branches, she can’t dodge getting hit with such large chunks of rubble when they suddenly appear out of nowhere.

16) “Dammit Midnight, that maneuver sucked

And don’t you fucking roll your eyes at him young man, who you think he is, endeavor?”- Dabi’s so anti-team player, he’s annoyed whenever somebody picks up his slack and aids his side, because it shows him being incompetent and not as capable of doing it all alone like he prefers. The fact that that’s true doesn’t matter, he still doesn’t like help.

@thelreads

#my hero academia #bnha #chapter replies #thelreads #mha288

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