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69dias · 2 months

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jude + size kink hehe

a/n: hi guys!! this is a mix of two lovely anon requests that I thought were kinda similar. pls lmk what you think! smut under the cut! also im so sorry for the inactivity! I’m trying my hardest to balance work and writing and everything else I have to do and WRITERS BLOCK :( I hope this suffices, thank you for your kindness and patience!!

jude is a big boy. it’s his contact name in your phone, you see it all the time when you scroll through Twitter, and you feel it when he completely entraps you with his long limbs every time he’s around you. it’s a known fact, something he’s proud of, a size difference he’s so attracted to that it’s even gotten you on board, but you just cannot get used to certain things that come with said size difference.

certain things including the way the dull stretch of his pretty cock entering you hurts right now.

he has you on your back, body bared and littered with the love bites he’s left in his wake. jude’s always been sloppy, just a young man after all, desperate to let the whole world know that he’s left his mark on you in any way possible and the way your skin looks right now is nothing but a testament to that.

it’s not like you’re a very impatient person, but every time you catch his eye, see the way his muscles ripple as he strokes himself over you, every time he moves, practically, you feel yourself clench pathetically around nothing.

“judey, please,” you sound whiney, unlike yourself entirely, but the ghost of a smile graces his face as he stares down at you through his lashes.

“yeah, baby? what do you need?”

“need you to fuck me, jude, it’s too much-“

he cuts you off, pressing his cock to your slit, running it up and down until your legs are twitching in anticipation. he lets himself feel it, too, rubbing the leaking tip against your hardened clit, letting out a deep breath as he looks down at where the two of you meet.

“darling, look at your pretty cunt for me.”

it’s a quiet demand, but you’re practically enchanted by the idea of his cock in you. your eyes travel down to where he’s situated between your legs, a warm blush blooming over your cheeks at the sight of how soaked the sheets have gotten courtesy of you.

jude’s own vision is trained onto you, breath labored and cock still pressed against your clit. when he pulls away, you whimper at the loss of contact, but never stop looking between your legs lest he stop completely.

“you see that?”

the question stumps you. you’re not sure what exactly he’s askinb, but the fuzziness in your head has you unable to verbally clarify. he smiles down at you, all gentle and soft and sweet, using the pad of his thumb to stroke your cheek when you tear your eyes away from your soaking pussy to give him a look of complete confusion.

“look at how tiny she is, baby,” he presses bis blunt head against your entrance this time, pushing in slowly until you’re reminded of how big the stretch always is. when you hiss, he stills, clearing his throat for composure. “‘m gonna need to stretch her out, yeah? you think I’ll fit just like this?”

when he sinks an inch in further, you feel yourself leaking, but the sting makes your eyes water still. you shake your head, but he tells you to use your words, to answer him like a big girl.

“no, you won’t — hah — fit-“

“I’ll make myself fit, baby,” he murmurs it into the darkness of the room, slipping in further until whimpers pour out of your mouth. his hands find your clit, rubbing the softest of circles on the swollen nub just so you’re distracted from the stretch of him moving in you inch by inch.

for a second, you think it’s too much, but the way you clench around jude has his hips stuttering, sheathing himself in you a bit more until you can feel him kiss your cervix. the beginnings of a high coil in your stomach; you can feel him so deep that every deep breath you take has your walls fluttering around his cock, and the way his eyes are drawn to your lower abdomen, you’re sure it’s visible how full you are.

he laughs a bit, a breathy chuckle that’s almost delirious, running a hand over the soft skin below your belly button.

you can see a little bulge forming as he pushes in the last few inches, gasping incredulously as he finally bottoms out. your pussy feels like it’s being stretched to its limits, but you only spread your legs further, keen to take whatever it is that he’s giving you.

“you can feel me in your tummy, hm?” you nod, seeing stars behind your eyes every time you blink. “good girl, letting me stretch your pretty pussy out.”

#jude bellingham/reader #jude bellingham smut #jude Bellingham imagines

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theminecraftbee · 2 years

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Ren flops onto his conveniently placed throne, throwing himself across the armrests with as much drama as possible. It’s enough drama, in fact, to make Bdubs stop what he was doing and turn to look at Ren expectantly.

“Bdubs. My loyal partner. My kingmaker. My right hand,” Ren starts.

“Yes, my king?” Bdubs says.

“Am i not good enough?”

“Yes,” Bdubs says automatically, before pausing and realizing what he’s said. “Wait, I mean, no! You’re worthy! Why else would I pick you for the crown!”

Ren huffs and throws a hand over his face. “Do I not create quests for the people? Do I not help create roads, and jobs, and beautiful portals no one would have finished without further motivation?”

“You do, my king!” Bdubs says.

“Am I not a fit ruler? Have I not been lenient with my crown? Have I—seriously, dude, I actually haven’t done anything but stick my head around everywhere, I haven’t made any claims I hadn’t already made, man. I just—Bdubs,” Ren says.

Bdubs gets the sense he’s just supposed to be smiling and nodding at this point. “Yes?”

“Bdubs, Bdubs am I just—just that unlikable? Am I… an ugly dog?”

“What?” Bdubs says, baffled.

“Am I just—an inherently untrustworthy dog? Am I just too easy to make fun of? I don’t understand,” he says.

“No,” Bdubs guesses the correct answer is.

“Then why are so many people defying me!” wails Ren. “I hadn’t actually run out of money yet! I haven’t done anything to defy! Seriously, even you’re doing it!”

“What? No! I would never,” Bdubs says in what he hopes is a very convincing voice. The fact Bdubs still has several of Ren’s diamonds in his inventory is immaterial.

“You have, though, Sir Bdubs!” Ren makes a pitiful whine. “I hadn’t done anything yet! I’d just said no one else could use my quest system! Why?”

He looks at Bdubs expectantly. Hesitantly, Bdubs starts: “Well, sir, I definitely don’t think this, but, uh, it’s possible. That people see you as easy to mess with. Sir.”

“What? Easy to mess with? Me? I’m far from easy to mess with! I have sharp teeth and fast reflexes! Nothing phases the dog, my dude!”

“…of course,” Bdubs says after a long moment of staring at where Ren is still flopped over his throne like a Victorian maiden with consumption. “Nothing phases you at all.”

“Easy to mess with. Why, I should make it a law. A King’s Decree: Ren is not easy to mess with, and should not be treated as such!”

“Great idea. That will show them all exactly how unbothered you are, my King,” Bdubs says.

Ren starts wagging his tail. “Of course!” he says. “It will become law on the morrow!”

“It will be done,” agrees Bdubs, and he wonders how much earlier he can enact the part of the plan where he just takes over entirely.

#hermitcraft #a bee fic #rendog #bdoubleo100 #this is really stupid #anyway I find it REALLY FUNNY how everyone is rebelling against Ren and he HASNT BEEN THAT TYRANICAL YET #like he’s been mismanaging money and putting his face everywhere #but people started messing with him well before that #the rendog effect I guess

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next-autopsy · 5 months

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A/N: Well, hi there! Don't hate me for this chapter, I was going to have the girls enjoy a nice night out and then I started writing and this came out so....... sorry x

Based on the actors portrayal/hbo show and written with no disrespect to the real life veterans. Also all images found on Pinterest.

TW: some swearing, drinking, very very brief mention of blood/death (nothing major), lieb is a dick for no reason … thats all i think?

Tags: @malarkgirlypop, @panzershrike-pretz

Made of Glass

Chapter eighteen: A Night to Remember

Choosing Johnny as her sparring partner had been a blessing and a curse.

On one hand, he was helping her learn properly. Birdie was finally able to defend and attack against someone who was fully willing to brawl her correctly.

On the other hand, he wasn’t holding back. At all. And, by God, he had a strong swing.

Bernadette had asked for this and she knew it would be beneficial in the long run, but each hit Johnny landed maybe her regret pushing for extra lessons.

The instructor had given them small breaks for water during their hour-long lesson and when it was over, demanded they all stretch so their muscles wouldn’t ache too badly the next day. The seven women chatted while doing so, and the topic of weekend passes came up.

The entire group had not yet been out drinking together, two or three maybe but not all seven, so when they figured out this weekend would be the first they all held a pass, excitement spread.

Johnny shook his head playfully at the women as they yapped about which bar to visit on the rare occasion. He smiled hearing Bernadette mention introducing her friends, she was enlivened by the thought of the women she had come to call sisters meeting the men she thought of as brothers. The grin on her face was unlike any other and Johnny’s heart warmed thinking of the young lady who had wiggled her way into the center of Easy company and cemented bonds with a large portion of the guys.

She was Easy’s little sister.

The image of her splashed with scarlet red blood and lifeless eyes flashed into his mind and Martin involuntarily shivered. It was like the first time he even thought of the southern girl's death, like it wasn’t a possibility before now. If anything happened to her, Easy might just fall apart. Johnny began praying for her every night after that vision of her demise.

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“I’m not going.”

“What? You gotta! It won’t be the same without you.” Blythe begged, quite literally on her knees. Francesca was attempting to weasel her way out of the joyfully dubbed ‘girl’s night’ as they were getting ready. Charlotte passed the red lipstick along to the next girl waiting for the prized makeup, while Birdie sat on the floor in front of her cot and held still as Connie styled her hair, she had convinced Birdie to let her curl it down and leave it flowy.

“Tell her, Birdie!” Blythe whined to the Corporal, Lucy rolled her eyes at the redhead while fixing her tie. The women were in their dress green and most had opted for the skirt and kitten heeled option for the night out. Only Lucy and Francesca wore the trousers and boots.

“Yeah, she actually listens to you.” Charlotte added, passing Birdie her lit smoke and the southern girl was still unable to move much. Bernadette gave the Italian woman a pleading look, the best puppy dog eyes she could muster, “Please?” And Frankie folded. Rolling her eyes she grabbed her jacket and sighed, “Fine.”

“Yay! This is going to be so fun!” The chatty redhead jumped up and down, excited to have the full team going out.

After putting on final touches and ensuring all seven were ready and weren’t forgetting anything, the group left their barracks.

Five out of seven ladies immediately pulled out smokes and lit them up to combat the chill of the evening air. Only sweet young Connie and the brunette Betty, who don’t partake in puffing cigarettes, were left out of exhaling smoke clouds. Instead the duo led the group, followed by Lucy and Blythe, arm in arm then Birdie and Charlotte either side of Francesca, blocking her in so she couldn't sneak off and return to the barracks.

The group of girls had to split up into two cabs, luckily a whole row of drivers were lined up, waiting to make money off of soldiers needing rides to the nearest bar. Toye had told Birdie which bar he and most of Easy company were planning on visiting that night and she had convinced the girls to spend their time there: The Black Rose, it was called.

Before entering the drinking establishment, they could hear the rowdy men inside who had apparently started off the night with a drinking competition. Birdie suggested a few of them stay sober to look out for the ladies who would be drinking and urged the women to all leave together around midnight. All the girls agreed, Connie opted not to drink as she was still eighteen, by that logic Birdie and Blythe, who were nineteen and twenty respectively, volunteered to stay sober too.

A smoky haze filled the bar, Birdie couldn’t hear herself think, that's how loud the men were hollering. The group of women took a moment to look around before Lucy took everyone's drink order before linking arms with Blythe and skipping off to the bar.

Meanwhile, Birdie had spotted Toye and waved over at him. He had secured a table which had a few empty seats, so Bernadette ushered her girls over his way.

“You look gorgeous, Birdie.” Toye told her, pulling her in for a hug. He noticed the stares her dolled up look was getting and decided he was on guard tonight.

“Little Bird!” Guarnere slurred, his drunkenness already rearing its head, “You gonna introduce me to these… beautiful ladies?” Bill slung his arm around Bernadette's shoulders, he winked in their general direction, earning scoffs and rolled eyes. Birdie cringed, it was like watching a sibling flirt and embarrass himself, he wasn’t even good at it, but that could be the alcohol.

“Calm down, Syphilis. They ain’t interested.” She twisted his arm off of her and let it drop down.

“Ah, so this is your diseased friend?” Charlotte smirked, turning to Connie who giggled at the Able company woman’s comment. Bill did not look impressed, he glared at Birdie and mouthed a ‘what the fuck?’ her way. She only grinned at the Italian man and began proper introductions.

The men at this table were some of her closest friends, of course Bill and Toye were the first she announced, followed by the trio who could not be separated; Malarkey, Skip and Alex. Sitting partially behind them was Bull, Johnny and Lipton who gave polite smiles and head nods as Birdie mentioned the men by name.

Lucy and Blythe joined them with a tray of drinks, the pair handed them to their fellow woman and Birdie briefly repeated the introductions for the two who missed it.

“Aaaand which one has Herpes?” Lucy leered, hoping to pull a reaction from the man in question. It worked, of course, Bill huffed and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Birdie! Stop telling everyone I have diseases!”

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It truly was a night to remember.

Even without drinking, Birdie enjoyed having her ladies out and in such a carefree environment. She dragged the women to the dancefloor early on and began teaching them how to line dance, Blythe, Betty and Connie picked it up quickly while Charlotte and Lucy struggled to keep up with the quick steps. Francecsca refused to try and watched from her table, laughing when Charlotte and Lucy returned to her in defeat. Soon the men wanted in on the merriment and took turns begging the women to dance with them and sung their praises afterwards.

Frankie sat in the corner smoking and observing for the majority of the night, Toye had joined her and the two got on surprisingly well, sitting in silence and sharing smokes. That's when George Luz found them and started throwing jokes left and right, trying to impress the moody pair. Rossi saw right through the jokesters mask, she recognised his heart shaped eyes and knew exactly where they were aimed.

Charlotte drank a surprising amount; Skip, Alex and Don had challenged her to a drinking contest and pretty soon after losing Birdie had to cut off her supply but she had bribed someone to bring her another gin and tonic within seconds of being banned from the bar. The southern woman assigned Betty to watch the highly intoxicated lady until they were prepared to leave.

Lucy and Blythe disappeared to the bathroom together every five minutes, which raised Birdie's eyebrows. How had she missed that? And Connie was being spun around on the dancefloor from partner to partner as she hadn’t the heart to tell the men she’d had enough.

Bernadette looked around at her girls, it was getting late and probably time to saunter home. Charlotte was near passed out and Connie was starting to look tired. She made the executive decision to call it a night, making her way to Frankie to share her revelation.

Frankie wholeheartedly agreed, feeling like a third wheel as the more Toye had drunk, the more he returned Luz’s looks. It was subtle, not many would notice the shared glances or how each man checked the other out while they thought no one was watching.

Francesca noticed. The whole night, she saw it all.

Birdie rounded up the women, bringing them to the table Frankie was stationed at, her job was to keep them there and not let them wander off.

Lucy and Blythe were in giggle fits about something that probably wasn’t that funny and Betty was trying to keep Charlotte awake but she wasn’t doing great, the Able company woman slumped over on the table top ungracefully.

Birdie had to physically tear Connie away from the line of men waiting to dance with the blonde, she told the girls she had to run to the bathroom quickly and then they were leaving. No more drinks, no more dancing. Two minutes maximum. And she scurried off to the back of the establishment where a corridor led off to the restrooms.

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“Just admit you’re interested in her, man.” Tipper shrugged casually at his friend. Joe only scoffed and shook his head, as if the man had suggested something completely absurd.

“I mean, it’s kinda obvious…” Ed trailed off, he was winding his buddy up and he knew it. The pair had stepped aside from the noise of the crowds in attempts for a reprieve, but the second Edward had brought up the girl from Mississippi, Liebgott stiffened.

“I think you should tell her-”

“I‘m not interested in her.” Joe cut off Tip’s words, his hands were curled up into fists even though he would never dream of hitting his friend, it was more like a stress relief.

Joe’s back was to a corridor, while Tipper half faced it as he stood beside his friend. Out of the corner of his eye, Ed saw the shadows in the semi lit corridor move. Joe began speaking again at the same time Ed recognised the shady figure but by then it was too late to tell him to shut his mouth.

“Bernadette Coldwell is a stuck up princess. My type ain’t arrogant, conceited bitches who don’t know when to shut up.” Liebgott’s voice was venomous, he glared at Ed for a moment before noticing his stance. Tip was uncomfortable, his face was scrunched up as he half cringed, half winced and that’s when Joe noticed his eyes flick to something behind him. Lieb’s face dropped, he didn't want to turn around, somehow he knew what he would see if he looked behind him and it gave him swirls in his chest.

Not even two seconds later and Joe felt the unmistakable shove of his shoulder, then he was watching Bernadette stomp past him, her tawny brown hair bouncing with every step. He only saw her face for a split second but the look she carried gave him instant regret, the miserable feeling pooled in his stomach and ached in his chest. He hadn’t meant those harsh words, he didn’t actually think she was conceited or arrogant but he said them and she had heard them.

Joe stepped out after her, following her through the crowd. He called out her name once, then twice but she kept trudging away from him.

Birdie was relieved when she found familiar faces. She just wanted to leave, she didn’t know how long Liebgott was standing there talking shit about her but the part she had heard was enough to cut the southern girl deep. She was holding it together for now, but she knew the second someone tried to comfort her, the emotional wall would break and she might cry, hence the desperate need to depart.

“Y’all ready to go?” Birdie plastered a smile onto her face, hoping the girls wouldn’t notice or maybe they would and help her get out of the bar, pronto. Betty and Connie positioned themselves either side of Charlotte and hoisted her up while Lucy and Blythe linked arms, preparing to leave.

“What happened?” Frankie walked over to Bernadette, catching sight of the dejected look on her friend's face. The Italian jumped into protection mode, no one gets to give Birdie trouble and get away with it, not while she was around.

“Nothing. Let's go.” She was obviously hiding something and Francesca wouldn’t let it go that easy. If she didn’t tell her now they would talk about it when they got back to their barracks.

“Someone upset you? Tell me the truth, I can tell when you lie.”

“I’m fine, can we just go, please?” Bernadette’s shoulders sagged, all she needed in this moment was to get out of the suffocating crowd and envelope herself in peace and quiet so she could sulk at whim.

“Birdie!” Liebgott caught up with her, pushing his way through the throng of people. Francesca noted the way Birdie’s face changed, eyebrows furrowing and lips turning down. The overprotective Italian looked at the man making his way toward them, she recognised him as the guy who dropped Birdie off late one night and made their entire interaction uncomfortable. Frankie had thought maybe the two were friends, but now she knew they weren’t.

“He upset you?” Rossi whispered to the forlorn woman, “You want me to stab him?” From anyone else that comment could be considered a joke, but Frankie was serious. She subtly brought out her hidden weapon, a blade she always kept on her person, she meant business and wanted Birdie to know the lengths she would go for their friendship.

“No, it’s- uh Rossi…?” Bernadette's gaze switched from her friend's face, to her now occupied hand, “What is that?”

“Knife.” Simple.

“Wha- Why do you have a knife?” She was beginning to panic, was she going to have to break up a fight in a moment? Birdie was not in the mood for this.

“Bar fights.” She offered little explanation other than that.

“What the- Put it away.” The southerner pleaded, earning a stern look from Rossi. But she listened and returned the knife to its original hiding spot.

“Birdie, just let me explain-” Joe had gotten close enough to the girl that he could reach out and touch her. His hand held onto her forearm and tugged her ever so slightly closer to him, so they were now face to face, staring at each other.

“Don’t you think you’ve said enough?” She didn’t want his explanation, not now while her emotions were running high. Bernadette looked into Joe’s eyes and she could feel tears filling her own. She tried her hardest to hold it back, put on a straight face but her bottom lip wobbled and her brows scrunched up.

Joe watched the emotions run across her features, he couldn’t pull his focus from her eyes. They glistened with watery tears, round and wide, making him forget where they were, surrounded by people. He wanted to comfort her, wipe those tears away, kiss her and make it all better.

Then he remembered why she was about to cry in the first place, he had done that. He had hurt her with his horrid words so much that she was boarderline sobbing. Now all he could do was leave her to retreat and lick her wound in private. His hand dropped from where he gripped onto her.

“...yeah…” He had said enough.

A/N: Ahhh! The angst! Joe why would you say that?!

~ next-autopsy ~

Chapter nineteen

#band of brothers #easy company #hbo war #joe liebgott #made of glass #band of brothers fanfic #fem oc #oc #ed tipper #johnny martin #joe toye #bill guarnere #made of glass chapter eighteen #next autopsy

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writingloki · 8 months

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Heart Sealed Away (in more ways than one)

Chapter 1

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Summary: Loki x reader, enemies to friends to lovers. Reader enters the palace dungeons, on the search for a prisoner she must talk to, but she accidentally runs into the kingdom's mischievous prince on the way. After a rather unsavory conversation with him, she swears that she'll never see his face again...well, until she does. and this time, she's not sure she can keep away.

My footsteps echoed loudly through the stone-covered halls, though they were barely heard over the sound of yelling, banging, and dreadful screaming that filled the labyrinth that was the asgardian dungeons. The sounds twisted my stomach into intricate knots that surely wouldn’t be undone until well after I've returned to the surface and was on my way back home. I was only from an outlying village, way outside of the main kingdom’s reach. A beautiful village, but it was small, and sometimes it felt suffocating to even be there. For my entire life, I could have only dreamed of the extravagance that the kingdom held. But this…this was something else entirely. It wasn’t just extravagant, it was jaw-dropping in its enormity. Even the dungeons were vast. Being under the palace itself, it's almost as if it went on infinitely. Maybe that's why I was so desperately lost.

Hallway after hallway, cell after cell, prisoner after prisoner, it was seemingly impossible for me to get to my destination, and I wondered if I'd even be able to find my way out after I'd finished with my task. The glimmering, golden magic that sealed the criminals away in their cells lit the halls with a luminous, yellow glow. It was haunting. eerie. but somehow, beautiful. well, if you ignored the raging, maniacal prisoners behind it. It felt like I’d been searching for an eternity. Every hall I passed, I'd glance down hopefully, wishing to see his body, his hair, his face, something that I recognized that would say to me ‘yes, that’s him!’. But every time, I would be faced with disappointment. But looking down a particular hallway, I wasn't faced with fulfilling hope, nor crushing disappointment. but rather…curiosity. I had passed many cells in my journey through the dungeon, but a particular cell with a particular prisoner had caught my eye. It was very unlike the others. The rest of the cells were barren of any basic amenities. Not only that, but they were filled to the brim with people, kicking at the empty walls and floors. This one…simply wasn’t. There was a single man inside, completely on his own. But his cell wasn’t empty, no no, it seemed to be filled with finely crafted asgardian decor. there was a small table in the corner (with only one chair, of course). There were books strewn about the place, even on the floor due to the sheer amount of them. The man in question, though, was sitting on the bed (another luxury not provided to the other prisoners, it seems) with a book in his hand, reading it intently. Well…at least he was when I first arrived… When I looked back at him, his gaze was trained on me. I let out a barely audible gasp in surprise and I took a small step back, even though he was sealed away and couldn’t possibly touch me. He had this… look on his face. one that absolutely oozed confidence. one that said ‘i’m sealed behind magic. I'm locked away in the dungeons. and yet I'm still superior to you’. I wanted to leave, to continue on with what I was supposed to be doing, but it was as if his gaze was a magnet, helplessly freezing me in place. “What could you possibly want?” he said when he saw me looking back at him, talking with that same air of confidence that his face held. His voice rumbled deep as the thunder that often rolled through the kingdom every summer. This man was obviously dangerous in some kind of way, otherwise he wouldn’t be here. I didn't want to talk with him, but running would make me look cowardly. I tried my best to bury my nerves by standing up straighter and taking a deep breath. “I…apologize, sir. I was simply curious. I'm sorry if I’ve bothered you, and I’ll leave you back to your reading.” I said politely, only with a slight tremble in my voice. I was hoping that would be all, to make a quick escape after that, but as I began to walk away, he stood up and strolled over to the barrier. He was tall, unfortunately adding to his intimidating nature. His thin lips were curled in a playful smirk and he absentmindedly ran his hands through his exceedingly dark hair, tucking it behind his ears because of its length. “Leaving? Where could you be going all the way down here? What business could you possibly have in these dungeons?” He asked. His eyes were narrow, almost accusing. Of what? I wasn’t sure. I nervously glanced at my surroundings. The other prisoners were staring on at the ordeal as if it was entertainment. And for them, it probably was. They weren’t lucky enough to somehow have books in their possession like he was (which was something I was definitely curious about). This was probably the most interesting thing that had happened to them in…what, weeks? months? years? I turned my attention back to the man. “I don’t see why that’s any of your business.” I say, trying to mirror his confidence. He smirked and let out a humorless laugh. He quirked his head to the side and raised an eyebrow.

“Humor me” he says while shrugging. “Somebody like me deserves a bit of stimulation after being locked away in a place so…mundane.”

Somebody like him. I scoff at his words.

“You seem to think quite highly of yourself, don’t you?” My confidence rises the longer we speak. I fold my arms behind my back, clasped together.

He gestures down at himself arrogantly with that smirk on his face growing into a smile.

“Shouldn’t I?” He says, so confidently that I almost feel dumb by not knowing what he means.

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion, trying to figure out what he’s implying.

It was barely there. For only a fraction of a second, his confidence thinned. He realized that I didn't recognize him and his mask slipped, but he recovered quickly. It happened so fast you could barely catch it…but I did. He looked at me doubtingly, as if I were tricking him.

“Don’t tell me you don’t know who I am.” He says, laughing breathily as he speaks, as if he’s simply exasperated.

I tilt my head, my confusion growing even more. He steps closer, as close as he can without touching the barrier. From there, I could see the vibrant shade of green his eyes were, and they pierced directly into mine. I avert my gaze, but not before noticing the nearly untraceable flecks of gold that swam within the green.

“Who are you?” he asks accusingly, as if I were there for some kind of nefarious reason (if anyone in here was nefarious it would definitely be the one in the cell).

“No, who are you? You’re the one who seems all…high and mighty as if I should know who the hell you are.” My voice rings out with a hint of frustration.

He scoffs, looking away from me to the wall on his left, seemingly thinking. He puts a stiff smile on his face before turning back to me, folding his arms behind his back.

“Fine then, I suppose we’re due for some introductions…my name is Loki”. He speaks his name sharply and proudly.

My face falls, and my confidence shatters. I knew that name. Everyone knew that name. How could anyone not? Being from an outlying village, I had never actually seen the two princes of Asgard. But the names…the names I knew.

But it couldn’t be…the Prince of Asgard, a God…locked away in his own palace’s dungeons? I was baffled.

“Loki? Loki, as in…” I trail off, even more confused than when I had first stumbled upon him.

News within the kingdom never reached outlying villages fast, sometimes not even at all, so no wonder I didn’t know. What could he have possibly done to get himself down here? It must have been horrible if it had him locked away in the furthest reaches of the dungeon, almost as far from the surface as you can get.

He tilts his head to the side as if to say ‘yes, that Loki’. I shake my head slowly in disbelief. Suddenly all the ‘special treatment’ starts to make sense. The beautiful decor, the books to keep him entertained, and him being kept away from the other prisoners. I look back up at him.

“But…why are you-” I begin to speak, but he cuts me off by sticking his hand up and shaking his head.

“No no, we were doing introductions, dear. Go on…” he says gesturing to me, putting that signature smirk back on his face.

I clear my throat and step closer to the cell, not wanting the other prisoners to overhear any personal details. I tell him my name quietly, but I avoid saying anything else and leave it at that. He repeats the name, testing it on his tongue for a moment before he smiles down at me and chuckles.

“Now, what might you be doing down here?” He asks, his voice smooth.

I was already expecting that question, but that didn't mean that I wanted to answer it. I clear my throat and take a deep breath before I sigh and push away my hesitation.

“Im…im looking for my father…” I mumble, looking down at my feet. One of his eyebrows arches and he lets out a hum of curiosity.

“Your father? Interesting…tell me, what did your father do to get himself down here?” His voice is almost taunting, and though I didn’t realize it, something in him desperately wanted to know the answer.

I was the most interesting thing that had happened to him since he had gotten locked up, and he wanted to keep me down here as long as possible before I decided to leave. I was obviously down here for a reason, so I couldn’t stay forever, but he wanted to try and stall me for as long as he could. He found me intriguing, and he wasn’t about to just let me walk away. I shake my head at his question.

“Nuh uh, I already answered a question, now it's your turn.” I say, crossing my arms stubbornly.

He scoffs, and shakes his head.

“I never said anything about taking turns” He says teasingly.

I narrow my eyes at him, and I get embarrassed knowing that he had successfully swindled information out of me. It wasn’t a lot, but it was more than enough for my liking. Right then, I make a vow not to reveal another thing about myself until he does.

From what I could see, he truly was as insufferable as all the rumors said he was. He was arrogant, petty, and acted as if he was some sort of God… oh. Well…I would suppose that last part was warranted…but there was nothing to excuse all the stuff before it.

“You know what…why the hell am I even entertaining this? I came down here for a reason, and it definitely wasn’t for you, and if you’ll excuse me, I’ll be doing what I was planning to do ages ago and leave you to your reading”. I say the last word with bite, letting him know that no matter what he did or said, I was done with this conversation.

He stood there for a moment, simply looking me over before letting out a hum of acknowledgement and nodding once. He dramatically gestured over to the hallway I had come from.

“By all means…” He speaks with that smirk that by now, I’m absolutely positive is tattooed onto his face.

I let out a huff before walking away as quickly as possible without being too obvious that I just wanted so badly to get out of there. I’m nearly out of his sight before he shouts one last thing, the sound echoing off the walls.

“Say hi to daddy for me” he taunts, and by the sound of his voice I could tell he was smiling.

The words make me stop, but only for a moment before I take a deep breath and continue on my way. When I get out of there, I was absolutely sure that I would never see that man again…

…Surely not…

#loki #loki fanfic #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #mcu loki #loki x reader #loki fanfiction #loki fluff #loki x you

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glitteraffe-art · 8 months

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Why Does Escher Sound Normal?

Unlike the other NPC cyberhead characters who have voicelines (like DOTEXE, or the cyberhead Classic Oldhead, or cyberhead civilians you can run into…) Escher has little to no robotic voice filter over his voicelines.

https://youtu.be/dxqQAeN2kwo Escher voicelines

https://youtu.be/MskVzMtpFtU DOTEXE member voicelines

Honestly, the cleanest explanation for the voice difference is, “Cyberheads can just choose how they want their electronic voices to sound, and some want it to sound more electronic--and Escher just wanted to sound less electronic”. However, I’m not looking for a clean explanation here- I very much like making up shit that could be plausible.

Long-winded headcanon explanation(?) under the cut for length and also due to spoilers for the plot of Bomb Rush Cyberfunk:

Given that the standard cyberhead appears to be able to support a fully functioning human head inside of it, while more or less being able to work like a normal cyberhead (vision through the four eyes, breathing, etc) it may be possible that individual cyberheads may have differing amounts of head left depending on how they got beheaded (intentionally or otherwise). Getting guillotined by a (insert bladed thing here) doesn’t have to be the One and Only way of losing your mind.

Anyways, I imagine that Escher has enough of his body’s original head to have a functioning larynx, mouth, and nasal cavities/passages, which would allow him to sound more like a regular human.

Let’s take a look at some headcanons in detail:.

How could you lose only part of your head in such a way that leaves, more or less, the entire rest of your mouth and nose intact? Since Escher is a sniper, perhaps he (or whoever had his body originally, depending on whether you interpret him to have the downloaded memories of, or be a completely different person from, the original owner of the body) got detected on a mission and, unfortunately for him, got hit by a headshot above his nose/mouth (though, it’d have to be angled to not hit the lower parts of the mouth and throat, and also be from a weapon with a smaller caliber--if it was too large his whole head would be uh. vaporized)

With a fully intact body but the brain turned into naught but a fine mist, he’d probably be a prime candidate for a cyberhead… (something something even death may not free you from the military-industrial complex something something)

On to the cyberhead itself. With little to no use for the remaining cranial cavity and any remaining chunks of eyes, excess parts of the skull could be cut away. The AI and other mechanical components could be placed where the brain was, though some nerve and artificial muscle connections would need to be made to ensure the lips, jaw, and tongue move correctly, as those are needed in forming sounds. Additional connections would need to be made between the AI/other components and the spinal cord, other nerves down to the body, so on and so forth. Just add a small mic with no modulation to get over the “muffled” sound of a person with something like a helmet over their face and voila-

a cyberhead who sounds very human.

But wait a minute… if he has a mouth that works, could he eat normally?

Well, probably. I’d love to get deeper into oral, enteral, and parenteral nutrition in cyberheads, but that’s a topic for another day. At the time of writing this, I still need a bit more research to familiarize myself with the topic before presenting any in-depth headcanons.

If there’s anything I can say about the subject, I’ve seen several people present the headcanon that the two plates making up the “face” of the standard cyberhead are hinged and can swing apart, like so:

This definitely would allow eating, albeit awkwardly, since the plates are big enough to totally block vision towards the center of the face. Eating in this way would mean he’d be unable to see what he’s putting in his mouth directly, and instead would either have to hold food slightly to the left or to the right of the central faceplates, or angle his head to see it.

(Any activity that blocks the vision of a sniper is not ideal; I wonder if there are sniper-specific cyberhead configurations, military-produced, that don’t have this problem?)

Whatever’s left of his face in there is probably not pretty, either- I imagine he isn’t the kind to eat in front of other people, though there may be individual cyberheads with a similar head model and face configuration who Don’t Care About That and are 100% fine with opening their face plates to have a snack in front of anyone.

WAIT. Could he… kiss?

It would probably be difficult and more than a little awkward for everyone involved, but probably yes? The hinged faceplate configuration as described above would make it difficult- opening the faceplates so they extend parallel to the chin would make it annoying for another person to get their face in closer; opening the faceplates further, to be perpendicular to the chin, would completely and totally block his vision. Maybe just kissing someone’s hand may be a little easier given the faceplate configuration? Not that it’s any of my business.

Hey, what about Red? If Red and Escher have almost the same cyberhead, wouldn’t Red have, at some point, figured out how to open the faceplates?

Even though they both seem to have standard cyberheads, it’s possible that individual standard cyberheads could be customized based on the needs of the beheaded individual, with a variety of different customization options. I get the feeling that purchasing a cyberhead for use is a little like buying a car- an expensive purchase with a lot of customization options for different needs or wants, with more customization increasing the price. Since Red’s head was apparently from the Versum Hill scrap heap, maybe it was originally for a 100% beheaded individual who didn’t have any need for hinged faceplates, who could take in food via tube.

One last note: Though Red/Felix has a fully functional head with a functioning larynx and mouth hidden within a standard cyberhead, he sounds very electronic. But, given Flesh Prince and DJ Cyber wanted his existence to be kept secret, it wouldn’t be too far out to say that they intentionally added voice modulation to more closely get him to resemble a regular cyberhead.

#courts talks #bomb rush cyberfunk #brc #brc escher #started typing this at like 10 PM yesterday and here we are #it's been a while since i've had enough motivation(?) to write short headcanon essays like this lol

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subluxation is a need and i would like you to talk about it

also please god talk about gardener’s question time. i’m so serious

thank you, pal, for two exemplary choices from the work in progress tag game list!

very funny to me that - having once declared yourself to not be a rare pair girly - you have come out swinging in favour of the two rare pairs on the list. the corruption continues apace...

gardener's question time is the result of a prompt i saw last year for a rare pair fest - which i didn't have the time to dive into at the time but which has stayed gnawing at my brain ever since - for a post-war fic with severus snape/andromeda tonks as the pairing.

and you'd better believe i was intrigued...

we're still in the early stages with this one, but the basic idea is to bring these two together through the complexity of their grief. [cheerful...]

the struggle when writing things in which snape lives is, of course, how you approach the fact that he has been living according to a script which has now ended. for all the implication of canon that dumbledore expected him to survive [why does he tell harry at king's cross that he intended snape to be the true master of the elder wand, if he wasn't planning for his loyal spy to reveal his true loyalties by helping deliver voldemort's final death blow?], snape can be very easily viewed as having presumed - and maybe even hoped? - that he would die in the second war.

how he deals with - for the first time in his life - having no master and having the freedom to choose to live on his own terms is something i think is always interesting to explore.

but i think it's particularly interesting to mash into andromeda's own finished script - the fact that her war has ended so devastatingly, with her husband, daughter, and son-in-law all dead; that she has gone from being a grandmother to teddy's primary caregiver [and the resentments that brings up - as we've talked about before, i'm wedded to the idea that she doesn't really like harry and isn't thrilled that he's teddy's godfather]; and, most thorny of all, that her sister is dead and there is now absolutely no chance of bellatrix seeing the error of her ways and trying to make amends [which, while i loathe the common trope that andromeda and her sisters would reconcile easily, is something i believe it's entirely reasonable for her to have hoped could be possible, even if she recognised it's unlikely it ever would have been.]

snape's post-war relationship with the malfoys - presumably absolutely torpedoed by the reveal that he was a spy - also has parallels with andromeda's post-war reckoning with narcissa.

the title is because andromeda wanting to grow a kitchen garden of medicinal plants [and healing through it! omg, a metaphor!] was the premise which sprang to mind when i came up with this. i may have been watching gardener's world [i'd risk it all for monty don] at the time.

subluxation is obviously something we've talked about a lot, seeing as its development has definitely run alongside percy entering his post-war flop era in beasts.

for the uninitiated, it's - in the main - the story of what percy's year of working for the death eater-controlled ministry during deathly hallows looked like.

i think we've both been struck by the fact that pretty much every fic which deals with this question has percy offering some sort of behind-the-scenes resistance to voldemort's regime - maybe not as flashy as that offered by the order members in his family [although, let's be real, what the order actually does in that year is... debatable], but fundamentally aligned with the goodies against evil.

and, i want to be clear, all of the percy-the-resistance-fighter stories i've read have been amazing. but they've still never managed to shake me from my conviction that he probably... didn't do anything substantive against the regime at all. that he just fucked around and then, as the battle of hogwarts approach, began to find out...

and i am choosing to take 'fucking around' literally...

have a little snippet from this month's chapter:

Audrey's gripping his hand.

Her palm is clammy. His isn’t much better.

She was called back from her day off an hour ago. The Minister’s full support staff is assembled in a row against the wall in Meeting Room J. Biagio is crying. Clarice looks like she’s about to be sick.

Rookwood - Mr Rookwood, they have to call him now - is slithering up and down the line, snapping at anyone with wonky knots in their ties or lint on their robes. The hum of chatter rolls in from the Atrium. It sounds warm, the ordinary murmur of people greeting old friends or needling each other over Quidditch rivalries. The staff from the canteen mingle among them with platters of canapes - the Death Eaters have upped the usual standard of refreshments, but perhaps that’s part of pulling off a coup, Percy wouldn’t know - and champagne.

Hands are being shaken, and partners and children are being asked after, and holiday plans are being discussed, and absolutely nobody - not a single, solitary member of the great and the good of wizarding Britain - seems shocked to discover that the entire world has been upended in a matter of hours, on this completely ordinary day.

It's this which is so terrifying, that the Minister didn’t see any of this coming, but everyone else did.

Agnes Skim, who presents the six o’clock news on the WWN, kissed Mr Yaxley on both cheeks and asked if he and his wife were still coming over on Sunday. Mr Selwyn was laughing uproariously at a joke told by one of the Wizengamot’s most distinguished members as he showed him to his seat. Half of the Hogwarts governors are milling around the place, making cheerful conversation with mass-murderers. There are representatives present from Gringotts and St Mungo’s and the Diagon Alley Shopkeepers Guild. The Prophet’s chief political correspondent breezed in five minutes ago, gabbing away to Travers - Mr Travers - like he was an old friend.

Which, Percy supposes, he probably is.

The Unspeakables have crawled out of their domain to greet Mr Rookwood like some conquering hero, miraculously returned from a mission all thought doomed. And, out of all the mundane horrors of that afternoon, it is the sight of Mr Croaker - who sends his father a card every Christmas and complimented his mother on her hat at the last staff party - thumping him on the back and saying ‘bloody wonderful to see you, Gus’ and Rookwood saying ‘likewise, Saul’ and Croaker grinning and saying ‘this is quite the event, isn’t it? I hope he’s paying you overtime’ and Rookwood winking at him and saying ‘I shall pretend not to have heard that’ and both of them collapsing into laughter, which makes tears start to slide down Percy’s face.

But not for long. There is no time to panic, because Rookwood clicks his fingers at them and tells them to line up on the dais in the Atrium, as a hundred camera bulbs flash and blind them. Banners are draped everywhere, and while they show the Ministry’s insignia and not the Dark Mark, the fact that so many people are walking around with rolled-up sleeves makes clear that they are one and the same now.

The only comfort, he thinks, the only comfort, is that - as he looks out at the sea of chairs, signs affixed to them reading Avery - Dolohov - Mulciber - Carrow in elegant calligraphy, he doesn't see one labelled The Dark Lord.

A hush falls over the room as Mr Thicknesse, in magnificent burgundy robes, his hair slicked back, displaying his high forehead, steps on to the dais and places a series of notecards on a lectern. It is so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Percy wonders if the hammering of his heart is echoing in the room.

‘Wizards and witches of Britain,’ says Thicknesse, and there is an outbreak of applause. He holds up his hands to still it.

‘Wizards and witches of Britain. My friends.

‘This afternoon, following a special meeting of the electors, in which they voted unanimously in my favour, I was invited by the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot to accede to the office of Minister for Magic. It was my profound honour to accept the position. I am humbled by your trust in me to steer our great nation through this time of turmoil.’

There is another outbreak of applause, another barrage of camera flashes. And Percy notices that Lestrange is standing at the back of the room, talking to a man who greatly resembles him. Who must, he supposes, be his brother.

‘I have sworn before the court and swear before you now that I will uphold and defend the values - and the dignity - of the Ministry of Magic.’

In the years to come, he will look back and wonder whether he can pinpoint the exact moment when his life changed. If he can unravel a single thread from the tapestry of a hundred thousand ordinary days and follow it back to one pivotal second.

‘But I consider it my duty to go even further. I consider it my duty not only to defend the dignity of the Ministry, but to defend the dignity of magic itself.’

And he will conclude that he can. That he can trace all of it, every single bit of it, back to Rabastan Lestrange leaning forward, and accidentally brushing against Rodolphus Lestrange’s injured shoulder, and Rodolphus wincing - only slightly, but enough to make clear to Percy that he is not a monster at all - and revealing himself to be an ordinary man, who is tired after a long day and who aches.

‘Because are we not tired? Do we not grow weary at the sight of our traditions being torn down and soiled? Do we not feel crushed as more and more of our values are washed away, as the ordinary, hard-working witches and wizards of this country are told that they should be ashamed of themselves for their faith in the might of magic?

‘I will be a Minister for those people. I will be a Minister for those who are proud to be set apart by magic. I will rid them of the filth which pollutes their lives and forces them into compromise and shame.

‘I will bring them something clean and true and refreshing.

‘Something proud.

‘And pure.’

[if you think this speech is copied from succession... you would be one hundred percent correct.]

#work in progress ask game #asenora fics #gardener's question time #andromeda tonks #severus snape #subluxation #percy weasley #rodolphus lestrange

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Kartein x reader

WARNING! angst, death, murder, mentions of murder, conspiracy

What did I do to deserve my suffering? Why was my family killed? Why did I survive?

I always ask myself these questions. I stopped believing in goodness and began to see only cruelty in people. Being from a family of awakened ones, I became one of the strongest through my own efforts. Top 50 world ranking... It's funny, but no one deserves such honors as a ranking, looking at these fake smiles that are trying to praise me, but in reality they are looking for an opportunity to kill me. How ridiculous.

Previously, I would have gladly given everything I have, just to stay alive or, in extreme cases, to meet my parents in the next world, but... Over time, I realized that I was still alive, so I had to take revenge.

Revenge is not a noble thing, it is only to please your ego, it will not bring your loved ones back to life and yet... At the hands of these bastards, many people have already suffered and many were in the same desperate situation as me, so why not unite all the affected organizations and strike back? Change the entire system of the awakened world, destroy this hierarchy!

Yes, it’s not easy, but I’m already getting closer to success. First, I gathered all possible survivors and convinced them to join me. I couldn't take this revenge alone, I need strength. The more power the better. Still, I will deal with everyone from the top 10, and even though they have stayed in the top for a long time, they will still be stronger.

But the main task, and a difficult one at the same time, will be to convince Kaidan and Kartein to join our side. And if Kayden can be convinced with the pretext of arranging a meeting with the top 10 for him to fight, then with Kartein it’s a completely different matter. He will never agree to be on our side, since he has no benefit from it, just being a good friend with him does not mean that I can influence him. We have known each other since childhood and were good friends, but still it is unlikely that he will remember me, and knowing his stubborn character, it is unlikely that he will agree to help.

- Khe-khe! - another attack. This time, the cough was accompanied by blood. I don't have long to live... Damn! At least I have time to take my revenge, otherwise all my efforts will go down the drain. We have to hurry.

If we fail to convince them to come over to our side, then we will make sure that they themselves, without realizing it, fight against this system.

Thanks to the spies I sent to various organizations, I ordered them to sow the seed of doubt in the hierarchical system of the awakened. I can't wait any longer, there's no chance I'll survive, my time is running out.

A couple of months later, I was overjoyed. The plan worked as it should, all organizations went against each other. No one believed in the power of the top 10 anymore, everyone wanted more power and strength, especially after Kayden defeated Astra. Everyone thought that since Kayden could become top 10, then we could too. And this is what I wanted from the very beginning. This is the world of the awakened, the system is too stuck in one place. Everyone forgot that the rating used to change, not by days, but by the hour. Eternal rivalry, proof that we are not ordinary people, but awakened ones, we tend to fight for rivalry and prove our strength, but not by the example of killing others to prove our strength. Everything must have a line of permissibility, a line of humanity. Immersed in power and strength, we forgot that before everything was completely different.

No one will know that I was behind this whole performance of revenge, because the director also became an actor, an extra in this play. Pretending that I am fighting with other organizations, I slowly move towards the cliff. No, I’m not a cornered mouse, I’m just a new cog in the new system of the world of the awakened. Now, my opponent must kill me. This will put an end to my suffering from the disease and I can calmly leave this world, knowing that I have taken my revenge, but for some reason I can’t shake the feeling that something is about to happen.

- Finally, I found the main puppeteer of this whole play, -a familiar voice... Why, childhood memories came flooding back to me, where I jokingly said that I would marry Kartein. Those were glorious times, it’s a pity they can’t be brought back again. - Will you continue to lie on the ground or will you show your strength? Where did the (Y/N) I remember go?

Is this really... Kartein?

- Gone away, Kartein! - knowing the rumors that Kartein has an arrogant disposition, it is unlikely that he would tolerate such an attitude towards himself.

Actually, I was right, because the next minute, he killed the awakened one who fought with me.

- Haa... It would be better if you finished me off...

- Finishing off the one I’ve loved since childhood will be an unexpected twist in your play, don’t you think? - loves you since childhood? Apparently these are hallucinations before death. Kartein came up to me and got down on one knee, helping me get up, but he no longer had the strength to even do that.

- I don’t think so. No one knows that I am the puppeteer of this play except you. I don't have long to live anyway, so tell me, how did you know that I was the puppeteer of this play? I'm really interested...

- I’ll tell you only after I heal you.

- Stop it, Kartein. Even if you are able to heal your wounds, you are unlikely to get rid of your illness. My fate was sealed a long time ago, so do me a favor. Put me out of my misery.

For a couple of minutes, Kartein was silent. This is understandable; it is difficult to come to terms with the death of a friend and loved one. It’s nice to hear and understand that someone really loves you, but it’s very difficult to kill with your own hands.

- I became a healer to help you. And now you're telling me that I can't help you? Is it better to just kill you?! - Kartein was angry. This and that is amazing.

- No matter how brilliant a healer you are, death cannot be defeated. There is no panacea for all diseases, and the fact that we, as awakened ones, differ in health from ordinary people does not negate the fact that we can also die... Kartein, just finish me off. If it were not for the illness, I would gladly accept your help, but not in this case. Put me out of my misery...

I saw that Kartein was having a hard time, but I want to free him from this burden. I will bring him a lot of pain with my death, but being free will be a better gift for me than healing.

- I never believed in rebirth or anything like that, but if it exists, promise... Promise that we will meet in the next life...

It's actually unexpected to hear him say that. In my adult years, I rarely saw him, and when I did, he looked arrogant and stubborn. Seeing him vulnerable is hard to even believe. But if my words calm him down even a little, then I will be glad to promise him something that may never come true.

- I promise.

Although Kartein hesitated, he did not waste time and as soon as he heard the words confirming the promise, he activated his ability and took my life. The last thing I saw before he died was Kartein, who was crying, saying that it was his fault that he could not help me earlier.

#eleceed x reader #eleceed #kayden break #kartein #kartein x reader

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elodieballard · 2 years

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hey!! could u do a femreader x platonicconrad possibly where the fem reader and conrad grew up at cousins like the rest of the group and everyone thought they’d end up together until she came out and now has a crush on a girl and they go to conrad for

STOP THIS IS SUCH A CUTE IDEA

thank u so much for requesting, i’m happy to write for tsitp!

i hope this does u justice ! <3

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i love you to unite.

platonic! conrad fisher x fem! reader

warnings: underage drinking, light fighting and shoving, cursing, homophobic aspects, etc.

summary: being belly and steven’s older sister meant you could easily tag along with the boys, unlike belly. conrad always stuck out to you in a way, but not in the way u forced yourself to believe. you hadn’t any clue of what it what’s until a very special summer.

there was mom and belly in the back seat, slowly bumping over each pothole in the road as steven drove lazily. i’d put my feet out the window, stuck my head out of it, i’d— i’d done it all.

anything to make the time pass. anything to make the drive to cousins faster. i needed it more than anything. school was becoming overwhelming. the summer had come already, but my friends had been bitches all summer.

but at cousins, there were no bitches. not conrad, not jeremiah, not susannah. in the summer house, there were angels.

i put my sunglasses on the top of my head, checking steven’s phone to look at the gps. a minute left.

though i’d been on this drive, this road to cousins many times before, there was no point of it where i memorized i was close enough. in fact, no where was close enough. not even in the driveway.

on the ride there, i was always overwhelmed with excitement that i didn’t even have time to look around. there was susannah, my second mother. and there were connie and jere.

“hey, y/n, are you excited to obsess over conrad with belly even more?” steven teased as he turned the wheel.

i grit my teeth. i liked conrad, right? so why did it make me so mad when someone reminded me i was supposed to like him?

“yeah, sure, whatever.” i whispered, finally starting to see the neighborhood.

“i wonder if clay will throw any big bangers this summer,” steven wondered aloud. i looked in the mirror and saw mom cringe.

“clay’s creepy to belly, steven. and he’s a bad influence. you won’t be hanging out with him this summer, i’ll make sure of it.” she said.

belly had been quiet the entire ride. after we’d stopped at the gas station, she’d kept to herself. she wasn’t sad or anything, just thinking.

my heart must’ve leaped about a hundred times when we finally pulled into the driveway. the house looked the same. freshly power washed.

when i thought about this, i giggled. a few years back, belly and i found susannah talking to a cleaner on the phone. we’d figured out she hired them after we left and before we came. she’d told us not to tell mom, though.

“he’s not creepy to me, so me and y/n could go with jere and conrad. maybe there we can find another boy that would take her eyes off of conrad.” steven parked the car.

“steven, stop.” i didn’t know why i got mad, but something inside me hated when steven—or anybody talked about me liking boys.

“well, i still believe connie and y/n are meant for each other. i’m still patiently waiting for the wedding.” mom said, opening her car door.

and once we were out, i wanted to send the car off a bridge. i never wanted to need it again. i never wanted to leave this house. and that’s how every summer has been.

jere was there first. he man-hugged steven and immediately started talking about his career in football, and then his eyes fell on me.

“oh, my big sister,” jere exclaimed as he came running to me, extending his arms and pulling me into a hug. “holy shit, is that real?”

he’d pointed to the snake tattoo on my wrist. i took my apple watch off so he could see it more. “yessir. got it for my eighteenth birthday.”

he smiled. “that’s sick. you should take me to get my hand tattooed when i’m eighteen.”

i smiled back at him. “when you’re eighteen.”

he hugged belly then, and i heard them talking about her contacts and her hair, and her mascara and her shorts.

i never before realized how much belly changed. it made a string on my heart twinge. my little sister was growing up.

and then there was conrad. he had come from the side of the house, smiling as his eyes locked with mine.

i ran up to him, pulling him into a hug. normally, people are shy with their crushes, so why wasn’t i shy with mine?

if i was being completely honest, conrad was like my brother.

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belly had snuck out. i was sitting with conrad and his girlfriend—well, the person he was making out with— nicole, when i’d found out.

belly had stalked into the bonfire, uninvited and in a short dress. a switch flipped in me. a protective big sister switch.

“belly!” me and steven screamed at the same time. i stood up and walked over to her, followed by steven.

“WHAT are you doing here?” i asked.

belly was self conscious, and it was pretty obvious. the way she pulled her dress down, the way she pulled the straps up. the dress must have been taylor’s. “i was invited.”

steven scoffed. “by who?”

“the guy at the gas station.” she muttered, fiddling with the hem of her skirt.

“you’re not here for the guy at the gas station, belly. you shouldn’t be here at all. period,” i sighed. “that’s it.”

conrad finally looked back and saw her. he stood up too, and nicole followed him.

belly looked nicole up and down, then faced conrad. “i thought you hated the red sox.”

conrad parted his lips, getting ready to say something, but nothing came out. he closed them. “fuck you, belly.”

“ENOUGH, you two,” jere said, coming over. “ignore what they say, belly. i’m happy you’re here.”

“ ‘ignore what they say’? really, jere? we’re her older siblings, we are basically in charge of her.” steven snapped.

“so?” jere asked, and that’s when i looked down and saw the beer can in his hand. i swallowed. jere’s only seventeen. “let her have fun. she doesn’t have to be ‘good ol’ belly’ all the time. if she doesn’t risk anything, she won’t learn anything.”

i ignored him. “belly, we’re getting you home now. steven? i’m gonna take your car since you parked it closer.”

“yes ma’am.”

“no,” belly said. “i’m not leaving. you guys try to leave me out of everything, but not tonight.”

“nice try, belly. we have to go now. say your goodbyes.” i said and grabbed her arm. then, she shoved me.

i staggered back, surprised. i stares down at my chest where she’d pushed me. “you bitch!”

i pushed her. she staggered back as well, and then grabbed my arm. she threw me to the ground.

i landed in the sand harshly, my head immediately getting a head ache. everyone started to walk out of the circle they formed (i didn’t notice.)

my little sister won a five second fight against me, and now my head was throbbing.

even jeremiah, steven and conrad had left the circle. i was all alone until,

her.

she’d come over almost immediately when i fell. “are you okay, sweetie?”

i looked up at her. she was beautiful. it was one of the only times that i realized that when i look at pretty girls, i wasn’t jealous. i didn’t want to look like them. i wanted to be with them in some way.

she looked like she belonged in a museum. her black curly hair was pulled up into a bun, two strands hanging out in the front. she was wearing denim cut offs and a blouse which was slightly low cut. almost her entire arm was decked out in bracelets and around her neck was a cross necklace and a rectangular green one, like a birthstone.

“here,” she reached out her hand. “i’m cadence.”

i blinked. “uh, i’m—i’m- y/n…”

“nice to meet you, y/n. are you okay?”

she meant my head. i nodded awkwardly. “yeah, sure. my sister can be a dick sometimes.”

i glanced off for a second, catching a glimpse of belly and a boy sitting in the sand together, away from the fire. i turned back.

“it’s cool. here, let’s sit.” she sat on a lawn chair, gesturing to the one beside it. i took a seat. “i’m so glad i have someone to talk to now. this whole bonfire was awkward.”

“i’ve been going to this bonfire since i was sixteen. i love it here, no matter if there’s someone to talk to or not.” i responded. i found it easy to talk to her. she was like that.

“how old are you now?” she asked.

“uh, i just turned eighteen a few months ago.” i was so nervous that i was biting my nails.

“cool, i just turned eighteen last week.” she said, and i nodded. i couldn’t help but be relieved she was of age. it wouldn’t be illegal. but then i stopped myself. what wouldn’t be illegal?

“do you live here year-round or do you come for summers?” i asked.

“i live here year round. what about you?”

“i’m from philadelphia,” i explained. she stated at me blankly. “pennsylvania.”

“oh,” cadence gigged and i cringed at how much i loved the sound of it. “i’ve really only heard of pittsburgh.”

“my favorite place to visit, you know. the city is no new york, but it makes you feel like home, even if it isn’t home.”

“makes sense.”

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i woke up the next morning with burning eyes. i’d cried the night before.

everything in my life changed after last night. everything. i wouldn’t ever be able to look at conrad the same.

i sat straight up in bed. i should tell him about it. that would make everything easier. yes! it was the perfect idea.

i got dressed, brushed my hair and my teeth, and went downstairs. conrad was up early. it was actually only eight o’clock.

“connie,” i said finally as i made it to the kitchen. “i really need to talk to you about something.”

he looked up from his cereal. “yeah?”

a deep breath. “don’t hate me.”

he nodded. “okay?”

a deep breath. “i’m… you have to accept me. you don’t have to accept it, but accept me.”

he nodded. i was wasting his time.

“look. i love you. i love you so much, my whole heart. but not the way i want to. i love you the way i love my mother, my sister. my brother. i love you the way i love my father. the way i love jere and susannah. i love you like a love song but not romantically.”

conrad’s face stood unreadable. “go on.”

i let out a deep breath. “ i don’t love you the way susannah and mom and steven and jere and belly think i do. i don’t love you to get married. i love you for me to get married and for you to get married, and i love you to unite the way our mothers do when we’re older. i couldn’t ever bring myself to love you like anything else. but cadence, i can.”

conrad smiled, amused. “who names their son ‘cadence’?”

my heart stopped. i had to keep going. it’s too late to stop. “connie. cadence was the girl i was with last night.”

he stared blankly. “the girl that helped you?” i nodded. “shes… so you’re—”

“yes,” i interrupted. “i am.”

conrad leaned back in his chair. “makes sense.”

“makes sense what?”

“i don’t know. you never seemed interested in the topic of boys or gossiping about the girls at your school like belly did.” he sighed.

“you’re not bothered?”

“no? why?” conrad asked. he was so calm with it, i could tell he was already getting used to it.

i sighed of relief. “i love you, connie.”

“i love you, too, y/n.”

you grinned, then hugged him. once you pulled away, you leaned on the counter. “now give me girl advice.

#tags are so annoying #conrad fisher #platonic conrad fisher #conrad fisher x reader #conrad fisher x you #jeremiah fisher #jeremiah fisher x reader

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talking-about-bug-snacks · 1 year

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So, this is it! At the time of writing, this is the final Bugsnak to talk about. And it is a significant one, to the point that I actively consider it a spoiler. There’s no way to be sure if there will be more Bugsnax in the future, but the Bigsnax update feels to me like it truly completed the game, and this one has such a sense of finality to it and its circumstances that I feel this is truly the Final Bugsnak.

So, obviously, a big spoiler warning for this whole post! If you have not played Bugsnax and discovered every Bugsnak yet, this is your warning! If you have seen them all and do not mind both snak and story spoilers, then come... join me.

So. Ever since the launch of Bugsnax, there had been plenty of mysteries! At the end of the game, we do learn more about the Bugsnax and why they do what they do, but we never learn exactly their origin, or how they came to mimic snacks in particular. We still don’t know, and that’s all well and good! Not everything needs to be explained, and I like it better that we don’t know everything.

The BIGGEST mystery, though, was that of the Triplicate Space. If you went out of bounds specifically in one area of Boiling Bay, you would be teleported back, with an error message stating “The Triplicate Space is not yet available to you.” Now what in the DANG could this mean? No one knew! There was nothing similar in the game to suggest anything, and the developers would cheekily feign ignorance or dance around the subject when asked. It felt like there was an equal chance of it either being some kind of major foreshadowing, and that we would one day be able to access this mysterious space, or of it just being a big ol’ joke.

Then the Isle of Bigsnax update came along.

Well whaddaya know! Hidden in Broken Tooth is this mysterious key, and the use of “space” in its description makes its purpose obvious, and I’m telling you, the feeling I got when finding this was indescribable.

I don’t want to spoil much. This really is something you should try to experience as firsthand as possible. But the Triplicate Space is unlike anywhere else in the game, a place where you do NOT belong, where you learn things you are NOT supposed to know, and even some new mysteries, as well... and what waits for you at the end?

It’s this silly looking coffee mug with two handles! Why does a coffee mug have two handles? That’s just not realistic.

CAPPUCCEETLE

It’s because those aren’t just handles, they’re legs! This little snak was just taking a nap, and when it notices you, it flees. Well you better go catch it!

Doing that is no easy task. Not at all. First of all, you cannot catch it in the Triplicate Space. This is a snak that goes where it pleases, and that means it will run freely across the entire island! It’s the fastest snak alive, and can even run on water like a Jesus. This isn’t a Jesus, though, it’s a Joe! It is nicknamed Joey Quickbeans, and no I am not going to tell you the context of that. Sorry.

Evasive snax are no problem, right? Just set up a Trip Shot and let it get stunned, right? WRONG! You silly goose riding in a caboose! Cappucceetle cannot be tripped. It will just cheekily zip past the wire, taunting you as it does. And if you scare it away, off it will run to a whole other area! That little scamp! What are you to do?

You will have to rely on help from other Bugsnax! The only way to stun Cappucceetle is to have another snak do it, and there are options in any area it might end up in. Taking advantage of its love of chocolate, you can lure Cappucceetle into the path of an aggressive snak to get it knocked out! If you really want to overdue it, you can even summon Megamaki to do the deed. Whatever you do, though, there is another trick- putting the Trip Shot aross the exit to the area will prevent Cappucceetle from escaping!

With that, I have gone over all 112 Bugsnax here on this blog, and now I have to say... a very wonderfully happy anniversary to Bugsnax! Even if it is not as constant in my brain as it once was, it remains my favorite game ever, and will always be so special to me. It really messes me up that it has been TWO YEARS since the game came out, and I’ve been thinking about it for even longer! Whether there is more Bugsnax on the horizon or new projects entirely, I am very thankful to Young Horses for bringing us this wonderful game, and look forward to what they’ll do next!

#cappucceetle #bugsnax #talkin bout bugsnax #bugsnax spoilers

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I saw someone call Legally Blonde sexist and it makes me honestly wonder if they even watched it???

Maybe the movie is wildly different, but the entire point of the musical is accepting yourself and being as feminine as you want because stereotypical femininity doesn’t make you any less intelligent or capable.

Elle’s entire story arc is going from thinking that she has to wait for Warner to propose to her, thinking that she can’t look too desparate to get married because that will make Warner look bad, to proposing to her boyfriend at the end of her graduation speech. She learns that she doesn’t have to wait for a man, she doesn’t have to make life decisions based on a man, she can make changes to her life and circumstances entirely of her own volition.

The entire point of the musical is staying true to oneself. Callahan, the literal villain, tells his students that they have to change themselves to be taken seriously. They have to change their moral compass, and they have to win every case by any means possible. He mocks them for thinking compassionately. He doesn’t even entertain the idea that a woman who teaches self defense didn’t murder her own husband. He teaches Elle that she has to change herself to be taken seriously in any context, but no matter how much she changes, she’ll still just be viewed by him as eye candy.

Meanwhile, the actual mentor figure is Emmett (at least when it comes to law). Emmett’s song is the antithesis of Blood in the Water. Chip on Your Shoulder is about sticking to your guns. Emmett tells Elle all about his motivations to be at Harvard law, and his motivations and backstory fuel his entire character. He grew up with just his mom and the men his mom dated, not very good men, and he became protective of his mom. He’s there to make his mom proud, he’s there to make his mom happy, he’s there because he made this chance for himself and he’s taking it.

Unlike Callahan’s point of changing yourself to be taken more seriously, Emmett’s is entirely about how Elle doesn’t have to change herself, she just has to actually start putting effort into studying. He doesn’t expect her to change anything about herself except for the amount of work she’s doing. He teases her, but he’s completely accepting of her interests.

Emmett is the one who inspires and teaches Elle to be passionate about school, not Callahan, and it’s because Emmett’s teaching methods involve staying true to your morals. Staying true to yourself.

More than that, the entire musical is built on Elle’s relationship with her female friends. The “Greek choir,” the female students, Paulette, Brook Wyndham, etc. Enid is one of my favourite examples, since she has this line: “I used to pray for the day you’d leave, swore and down you did not belong. But when I’m wrong, then I say I’m wrong, and I was wrong about you. So listen up! I see no end to what you’ll achieve, that’s only if you don’t turn and run. You proved it to me, now show everyone what you can do.”

Enid is a feminist and generally, in the beginning, is snide about Elle, but she learns from Elle that she doesn’t have to be afraid of showing her own femininity. Enid is in a highly male-dominated field and she’s a lesbian; she acts more masculine and tries to fit in with the boys, and she does this because she wants desperately to be taken seriously. Elle shows her that she doesn’t have to pretend. She goes from looking down on Elle to looking up to her, and the character arc is just super sweet.

Legally Blonde is about as far from sexist as it’s possible to be. Just because a few characters (who are literally antagonists or are misguided and grow and change over the course of the story) are sexist, that doesn’t make the core of the musical misogynistic. It’s not, and to look at it that way is incredibly diminutive.

#legally blonde #legally blonde musical #elle woods #sorry i had to get this off my chest #legally blonde is fundamentally about accepting yourself #for more proof just look at gay or european #the song is about a man admitting and accepting that he’s gay #and that he doesn’t have to hide the fact #the whole story is about accepting yourself #it is so far from being sexist it’s not even funny #just because the romance is straight does not make a property bad #the inane ramblings of a madman #story analysis

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(I haven’t kept up with vt or pie in a while) but I think I remember something about Toast having a alcohol problem? Mainly whiskey if I remember correctly?

What do the others think about it when Toast is drinking or perhaps even drunk? How do they react?

See it’s something I don’t particularly like to think about because it’s so… real? Alcoholism is a very different problem than ghosts and unrealistic drugs, and it’s a problem I can happily say I’ve had no experiences with. The downside is that I’m not entirely certain how it specifically works, and I run the risk of making a serious issue into a joke or overdramaticizing it… all of that being said, I can try to give my own two cents, just know that I barely understand why people drink to begin with outside of social pressure or addiction. So i guess.. trigger warning, everything’s under the cut.

Toast does have an alcohol problem, and I do think whiskey specifically was said to be his drink of choice. By the time most of the videos take place, he does seem to be drinking much more responsibly, but we do hear sometimes about how much of a problem his alcoholism used to be. I do think he is accused of being or seeming drunk in some videos, so there’s a chance he hasn’t fully finished his sobriety journey, but I don’t think we see him go on a ‘bender’ until Kind Of the Retirement Arc… but i do think of him as a very depressing drunk. Like he weeps openly hunched over the bar looking a mess and stuff.

Long story short, Ghost leaving was a catalyst that led Toast to drink excessively again. I say this because we do see Spooker and Colon react to it and they’re a little uncomfortable. Toast does not seem to be capable of drinking copious amounts and still have the ability to help at PIE the next morning. As I remember it, he’s a wreck, completely unable to help and not even trying. Therefore, I don’t think Colon or Spooker would be either comfortable with Toast’s drinking, or even know how to help him. They’d both understand that him consuming the alcohol is out of grief and trying to numb himself… and a lack of coping mechanisms, but neither of them can relate so this experience of his is very alien to them both. So, they only just leave him to his wallowing, putting the company before the founders to ensure lives can continue to be saved.

Colon gives me the vibes of someone who would drape a blanket on him while he’s asleep in an area he shouldn’t be sleeping, clean up bottles he left behind, help him out with hangovers, etc. It’s kind, but he knows it isn’t enough to fix the problem. He doesn’t really talk to Toast when he drinks because he isn’t sure what to say that wouldn’t possibly encourage him to do it more. He’s trying to act as the leader of the team while the bosses are out of commission and it’s really rough when the official leader is a grieving mess.

Unlike Spooker, who is too confused to be really helpful right now. Spooker joined the team while Toast was in jail for arson, I believe, so he’s seen a team function without Toast. He was there when Ghost disappeared for the puppet arc, so he was there to see Toast manage the team without Ghost. Now Ghost is gone again and Toast is… self-medicating? For some reason? He severely underestimated how badly Ghost leaving would affect him, and doesn’t understand what the difference is between then and now. This is also part of the reason why he ignores Ghost’s boundaries and tries to get him to rejoin the team. He thinks Toast’s behavior is sudden, surprising, and uncharacteristic.

Ghost has been with Toast since the problem started, and I imagine he takes it way more seriously than he lets on. I do think Toast’s relationship with alcohol has always been a little. Bad. Toast has had a pretty understandable reason to desire self-medication for a long time. He went through a lot as a kid, left his family, and lost his wife, returned to his family, and lost his best friend multiple times before he was thirty. He’s experienced a lot of death and clearly is better at helping others than himself, and Ghost knows all of that. He’s been with Toast thsi whole time. I think he tried his best to help Toast out after Mary died, and i think he was a good help, but because of Toast’s actions during the puppet arc, i think he thought Toast wouldn’t have a problem if he left the team forever. I think the team was able to get Toast help Before Ghost re-joined, but I also think Ghost gave them some advice.

His siblings are also a bit worried about it. And yeah.

#taleblr #johnny toast #alcoholism /#taleblr headcanons #taleblr pie #posting today because. i actually just turned 21 #idk what im talking about tbhhh #this is a weird conversation to me both since it’s v serious and bc idk what im talking about #so if someone else feels that I handled anything wrong or poorly lmk

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How A Would Become A Vampire, Why? : An Essay

Dante and Virgil in Hell (1850)

I would like to note that this essay topic choked me in my sleep and I have been writing it ever since.

When it comes to vampires, I wouldn’t say I’m technically the most well versed in it. However, I have seen Twilight a handful of times and did indulge in My Babysitter’s A Vampire as a child, so I feel very qualified to speak about this.

Through my blind qualifications, I have indeed thought about the blood consumption the most. And it’s been a rather daunting thing to think about because in reality, there is no legally possible was for me to test this as a human in this society. But I have bit my tongue a handful of times, and the blood I’ve tasted from that is ENTIRELY too metallic for my pleasure and it is bound to make me queasy (like every other human) if I consumed mass amounts of it.

But then this begs another question, would I even taste it as a vampire?

When a vampire bites someone, it is assumed that the fangs puncture, and work like straws. At least, I assume that. So then, with that being said, unlike any other species— where I might need to rip a human to shreds to eat them, and in return, taste a lot of blood— as a vampire, I wouldn’t need to worry too much about that. Because while yes, some might catch my tongue, I am here to ASSUME that my fangs will do all the work. (I will assume these holes will be equivalent to that of a Gaboon viper for example)

“But A, you’re a human right now, how will you even turn into a vampire?”

I’m so glad you asked. Assumed that the people who have reported vampire sightings AREN’T lying, I have a good amount of places I can try to visit. However, I am based in the United States and a lot of the sightings of vampires have happened on the COMPLETE other side of the country. So travel fair will have to come into account, but since I am on a trip to becoming the most badass immortal monster known to man, money shouldn’t be an issue since these are very mortal issues.

For example, during my research I found that someone had sighted vampires in New Orleans. Now assuming that this is fact, I would have to book a flight to New Orleans ASAP, maybe Vampires travel, I would have to find them immediately.

Now, I can risk my mortal life on Spirit Airlines and take a 3hr and 33m flight for only $161. But, what if I die? What if the plane crashes before I get to become an immortal? Unacceptable, if you ask me. So we’re just gonna have to work a little harder, and gather up the cold, hard cash for the averaging $346 flight with United or something. Even though those flights take longer. Upwards of 6 hrs.

Landing in New Orleans, time is money. Literally. I’m still human, I need to eat, shit, sleep, breathe, etc. We’re trying to NOT have to do… the latter that is implied here. I could, at this point, contact the person who sighted this vampire and ask where… but then that’ll make me look like a creep or give away what I’m trying to do. And we can’t have either of that kind of slander here, so we’ll just do it the harder way.

If you’re cultured, then you’ve seen Disney’s ‘Princess And The Frog’ and know that there’s always shady individuals lurking in the shadows. Or vampires! Praying that the shadow-man doesn’t snatch me from the depths of the alleyways, the best case scenario would be that I run into a vampire by the second night there. So we’ll run with the best case scenario and say that I do.

“A, that’s great and all but what the hell are you going to give an out-and-about vampire you run into in the middle of the night?”

Jewelry, of course! And, knowing that vampires can’t be around silver, I would give over my gold-platted Protector St. Christopher necklace that I have obtained from a local cathedral. They’re vampires, not demons, they’ll love it. And gold will always complement nice, glistening skin. And in hopes that they take my offering, I would then gladly propose my idea. And PRAY they accept.

They accept, after I bug them with the word ‘please’ for 28 minutes. And they bite my wrist, because my neck is extremely too sensitive and I might pull their head off their body, if they do, with one of the most diabolical uppercuts of the century. And bada-bing-bada-boom, I’m a vampire.

A quick google search of ‘Vampire Powers’ tells me that vampires have the following:

Immortality

(Extra) senses

Regeneration

Super durability (though I’m 1 apple tall, use this sparingly)

Telekinesis

Flight/Scaling Walls/Parkour GOD

Enhanced Anticipation (I already anticipate all there is to anticipate, I don’t know how much more I could handle)

(Extra) speed (height might cause me to roadrunner into a wall)

Blood empowerment

Drain power

Sharp fingernails (might cut them, I hate having long nails)

(Extra) strength

Venom (spitting-cobra core)

Despite me being the height of the Barbie doll and/or the fake guillotine your parents bought you as a child, I believe I can do substantially well with these powers. And that is what I’m going to close this essay off with.

First off, the flight/wall scaling is a no brainer. Have you seen those people in Twilight fly? And how tall they are? Yeah, I’d launch. I’m also a big biter as a human, the science behind it? I’m not sure. So me accidentally feeding off people I care about might be a problem, but hey, it’d be with affection. And I’d never go hungry. I’m also not sure why, but when I think of super speed I think of “RELEASE THE BABY!” from The Croods (2013). And if I can be as fast as that baby? Unstoppable.

I also, mildly, almost dress the part. If you add red accents to what I already wear, I’d fit right in.

Thank you for your time,

#vampire #personal essay #essay for fun #long post #dark academia #twilight #my babysitter's a vampire #A archives

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kusagrasskusa · 1 year

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Coming back on tumblr for a seccc.. A Little Piece of Heaven really can apply to Oro or Kabuto fr

Imagine Orochimaru x Reader where the two have been friends since childhood, and dated as they grew older. After Orochimaru finally has Sasuke in his hands, he decides to test out his luck even further by breaking the question- “Y/N, you have been by my side for the longest time. I truly love you unlike anything else, and I believe now is the perfect time to ask; will you marry me?”

“I-“ you stammered and giggled, “I don’t know if I can yet, dear. But that was very sweet.” Orochimaru doesn’t handle the question very well. You can see it in his eyes how his heart just broke- a pain he couldn’t even imagine the feeling of before this moment. “Oro..?”

He stood up and looked deep into your eyes, and the true demon in him would become a reality. A loud scream came from you as all too suddenly, he long kunai was shoved deep into your stomach. You hunched over, resting your head on your boyfriend’s chest weakly as he shoved the kunai deeper in. He pulled it back, then shoved it in you once more- the brutal attack ending in you hitting the ground lifelessly.

You’d find yourself as a rotting corpse in the quarters of your love, who would spend his dinners with you lifelessly sitting in the chair opposite of him. Why, he truly cherished you as much as he always did, if not more. After all, a corpse can’t deny him.

However, it wouldn’t last long for one day, he’d find his love gone when he entered his quarters. “Kabuto!” He screamed at the top of his lungs, rage filling his entire body faster then a person can blink. Within a second of no reply, he began to yell again, but was cut off by the sound of a stumble from behind him. As he turned his head, his eyes widened. “Y/N.”

The body of his love had turned purplish-red, with blue lips and cloudy, dialated eyes and skin that was eaten and broken down by the bacteria that no longer has white blood cells to stop it. Yet, like a zombie, this corpse was standing and staring deeply into the soul of Orochimaru. His mind did something it never has before- he felt like he was looking into the eyes of the devil itself. An intense hatred he has never felt before- much more than the hatred he has ever felt collectively. It was like he was being covered in leeches that were sucking him alive. He had to run. He had to escape her.

And so he did. He ran faster than he ever had before, using jitsus to get him as far away as fast as possible. The faster he ran and the further away he went, the more danger he felt. “HhhHH-!” A deep breath was knocked out of him as he was stopped suddenly. He head swung forward powerfully, unable to hardly handle the amount of inertia from the suddenly stopped. But, what was worse was the pain his chest felt. His head slowly and weakly lifted up his black hair almost sheltering him from the view in front of him. There you were- the corpse of his dear love. Your hand held his heart tightly as it poked out of Orochimaru’s back, the split arteries and veins spewing all the blood his heart had to offer. Orochimaru was pressed against your, your entire arm poking through his back.

“I’m so sorry,” was all he could faintly mumble before his eyes suddenly closed. Time had passed with Orochimaru’s body lifeless and soaked in aging blood that was like a bed for his corpse. He laid in it for weeks and weaks, his body breaking down and turning colors through the putrefaction. Even the Hidden Leaf learned of his death- word had spread about his death rather quickly. Naruto himself came to go see once day, awed by the sight. Yet, no matter who showed up and saw him, they just couldn’t bring themselves to get close. It was like an invisible restraint holding them back. Yet still, it was clear he was heartless through his wounds.

However, that was just on the surface. Everyone knew he would end up in hell but he never expected it to be so soon- he was immediately pushed onto his knees before feeling like his ribs were shattered into a million pieces. Except, it actually happened- hell is a place that knows no boundaries, including shattered his ribs to dust. He tried to scream, but there was almost no air to breath. Barely a gasp escaped his lips before a sudden sharp smell of burning suffer filled his senses. He felt like throwing up, but he couldn’t. He felt like his organs were being shredded into tiny pieces like shredding the meat of a chicken. How can a person survive through this? Well, because hell knows no boundaries. And the amount of intense hatred he felt for all things pleasant sickened even him, who was considered to be one of the evilest creatures. Yet, the truly strongest hatred he could sense was of one he knew more than anything. He realized now how much he had taken for granted. How he was in a little piece of heaven, while he put his dear girlfriend through burning in hell, no peace forever.

“I will suffer for so long,” he mumbled.

“Not long enough,” you replied, eyeing him as he stood beneath you. Your body shifted and contorted and was constantly sliced open and healed, you bones would suddenly be broken and poking out of your arm as a darkened creature would run past you. You’d try to moan in pain, but you were all too used to the pain.

“To make it up to you,” he groaned out with the almost no air he could.

“I pray to God that you do.”

“I’ll do whatever… you want me to do.” A moment passed as a sudden force crushed down on Orochimaru’s spine, feeling it snap into smaller and smaller bits. He felt tears slip through his eyes but he continued. “And if it’s not enough.”

“It’s not enough,” you replied in haste.

“I’ll try again.”

“And again.”

“Over and over again.”

A heavenly jutsu bestowed upon them. Who did it doesn’t matter, for the match made in hell were happy to be back. Very quickly, they decided to marry. The poor couple in the middle of their wedding never could have expected to find themselves entirely torn to pieces, sitting in their own blood, as Orochimaru and his love decided to take over. “Do you take this creature of death for the rest of your unnatural life?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Then I now pronounce you husband and…”

It was soon learned of these little crimes and how cold they were, and to each other. It wasn’t her time, but bye bye. And a word to the wise, then the fire dies, you think it’s over but your murder was just what began it. But, he had your heart- at least for the most part. And everybody’s gotta die sometime- and when you fell apart, he tried to make a new start. Your angry soul came back from the grave to repossess him with which he misbehaved. It’s funny now looking back at it. However, it may not be so funny if you’re one of the people who died at the end of their knife since now, they’re undead, and there are no boundaries.

#naruto #orochimaru #orochimaru x reader #orochimaru x you #orochimaru x y/n #a little piece of heaven #this is kinda fucked up #song references #orochimaru is evillll

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ask-ammolite-by-jadedreams · 2 years

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CRK LEAK SPOILERS [And possible debunking]

(I’m sorry for not putting the “Keep Reading” thing, idk how to do it)

So, if you’ve been keeping up with leaks in regards to Cookie Run: Kingdom lately, you’ve likely seen this room art be spread around like wildfire, advertising itself as being the room of a new legendary cookie. I’m here to say that this room makes absolutely zero sense as a room for a legendary due to the design conventions the devs take when designing rooms.

Just getting straight to the point: This leaked room makes absolutely no sense for a Legendary Cookie, as it follows ZERO of the design conventions that Devsisters use to design cookie rooms, in fact, let’s take a look at how legendary cookie rooms ARE designed.

Here we can see both Frost Queen and Sea Fairy’s rooms, and at a first glance they may appear as being very different. However, the closer you look the more obvious it becomes that their rooms are exactly the same, with the difference being what element the room portrays. Both current legendary rooms have the same arch in the background, with 3 downward facing spikes in the middle and 2 pillar like structures on each side. They also share the same stage that the cookies stand on: a circular stage with two symbols on each side in the back, and one symbol in the middle front (behind the soulstone meter). The only differences their rooms have are tied to their element, with the front most symbol for frost Queen being a snowflake, and the front most symbol for Sea Fairy being a whirlpool. And then of course there’s the obvious ocean/coral theme and the whole frozen/icy theme.

Notice how the leaked room shared absolutely NONE of these design conventions. Plus all of the confirmed legendaries that are coming to the game are Elementals, and considering the leak implies a nautical cookie of some sort, it would make no sense for us to have TWO ocean elemental cookies.

When it comes to ancient cookies the same disconnect between design conventions is notable.

The ancient cookies have the same stylization of rooms, being that each room is different but their layout is generally the same. As we can see here all of the ancients have very symmetrical rooms when it comes to layout (excluding decorations). Each room has a central stage with stairs on each side or one set of stairs in the middle in dark cacao’s case, each room also has the entire back wall as windows for all 3 ancient cookies. Not only that but each room as adorned with the symbols that match up with their respective legendaries; Diamond shapes for Dark Cacao, Heart shapes for Hollyberry, and Clover shapes for Pure Vanilla. And we know for a fact that Golden Cheese Cookie’s signature shape will be a triangle, and White Lily’s will be a flower bud/plant-y looking shape.

Once again the leaked room does not line up with the design conventions of the existing rooms. But let’s take a look at new rarity, the Super-Epics, shall we?

As we can see here, the Super Epic rooms actually have a very similar layout to the leaked room, with a single window on the left, a central stage with a single staircase coming from the front with railing, a desk and pillar also on the left. So it seems as though this new room would be for a super epic correct? Well, even still there are flaws with that idea. We can see that unlike legendaries and ancients, Super Epics do not have any individual variation in their rooms, both Clotted Cream and Oyster Cookie share the exact same room, so it seems very unlikely that a new super epic would have a completely differently themed room.

Now you may be saying “Hey maybe Clotted Cream and Oyster just have the same room because they’re both from the Creme Republic” to which I say that is a possibility, however I still think it is unlikely due to some specific details in the super epic rooms. The Super Epic rooms don’t actually resemble the architecture of the Creme Republic, they actually look like they’re straight out of The Vanilla Kingdom, as it shares the same color palette and general aesthetics of The Vanilla Kingdom. In fact, if you look at the window you can see Pure Vanilla’s four-leafed clover symbol in the window, which implies that these rooms are in fact not Creme Republic themed rooms.

This post is already long enough but I feel like it’s just worth looking into these types of leaks more just to actually make sure they make sense. We know we’ll likely get a Legendary soon (or just skip straight to Golden Cheese Cookie but who knows), and I think these “leaks” are the result of someone trying to create hype by taking advantage of the fact that we may be getting a new legendary soon.

I also think that the legendary itself that’s “leaked” doesn’t make much sense. Their WIP name is “Black Pearl Cookie” and they’re a rear defense cookie. I know weirdly placed cookie classes can happen, Caramel Arrow Cookie being an example of this, but when it comes to defense cookies it generally does not seem useful to have them at the back of the party. Not only that but Oyster Cookie is already themed around the ocean and pearls so there’s not really a point in adding another pearl themed cookie. In general the leak seems very fan-made when you actually look into it: They’re a legendary but their room doesn’t line up at all with how legendary rooms look, their theme is one that’s already been done in Oyster Cookie and Sea Fairy Cookie, and their rear-based defense class is super niche and doesn’t make a whole lot of sense, even with other oddly placed cookie classes such as Caramel Arrow Cookie. The leak in general just seems very Off.

TLDR: The leaked room design doesn’t match up with any known room-design conventions except having a somewhat similar (but still different) layout to Super Epic rooms, which likely will remain the same for all super epics, thus discrediting the leak even more. The leaked cookie in question also has already had their theming done before with Oyster Cookie and Sea Fairy Cookie.

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chaoticgeminate · 2 years

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Kinktober - Day Four

Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x f!Reader

Rating: Explicit (If that was not entirely clear)

Series Summary: You’re a fanfiction writer turned novelist, which was great since it was the path you wanted your writing to take you down in life. What you never thought would happen was meeting the Javier Gutierrez, who you actively write smutty fanfiction about from his film with Nic Cage, and you especially didn’t expect him to have a crush on you.

Fast forward several months of dating, with a good chunk of your relationship being distance due to his constant traveling and having to go home to Mallorca, when he surprises you with a prompt list and a vacation planned around exploring it.

You haven’t even worked up the nerve to tell him about what you write and post to Tumblr about him as a character yet.

Notes: Going to be using prompts from @ the-purity-pen for my meta as hell indulgence! There are feelings in this (I have no idea how they got there) and I may end up removing some possible chapters here and there depending on how I’m feeling, I apologize in advance if that happens because my brain is super mean sometimes.

Possible Warnings: Semi-public teasing, Javi with leather gloves, emotional vulnerability, implied history with violence/abuse, very low on the smut and heavy on the softness. I CANNOT DO SMUT WITHOUT EMOTIONS I'M SORRY ;-;

Breath Play (1.9k)

After a filling brunch of things like egg benedict with Iberico ham, A5 wagyu steak and eggs, and a lentil vegan dish that just blew you away all four of you went to Ramón and Eleana’s hotel where you signed two sets of your books and did an Instagram shout out to Nina. Javi waved off their concerns over the cost of brunch, that he paid for, and you realized the Ritz was chosen because Javi wanted to treat them to something nice and not because that was what they were used to.

When you both got back in the convertible Javi slipped his gloves back on and your whore brain absolutely sat up and took notice, he made sure that it was slow and deliberate enough that your focus was solely on the way the leather dragged across his skin, and your tongue darted out to wet your lips.

“I guess we can say you do have a glove kink then?” His question snapped you out of the ideas running through your head, his remark about ruining those gloves still echoing, and you had to drag your eyes away from where he gripped the steering wheel to meet his gaze.

“Looks like it.” Your voice came out breathy, the tone making Javi’s pupils expand before he slipped his shades on, and you half expected him to speed back to the house. But Javi surprised you by taking you closer to the shore, pulling down a stretch of road that was empty before turning off the main road and down an inclined road closer to the water, and the area of beach was devoid of anyone. No tourists, no people wandering around, just sand and water and high rocky cliffs to block the view of the street.

“Are you okay with this?” His question made you realize exactly what he was thinking to do, that he wanted you here, and while there was part of you that was definitely not okay at the idea of someone snapping pictures or recording you if you were caught… it was also kind of exciting. You managed to nod, whispering out a yes, before Javi was getting out of the car and you did the same. He tugged you against his body so he was perched on the hood with you facing the shore, you realized that in doing so it’d be almost impossible for anyone to see what you were up to unless they were out in the water.

Even then the deeper water for the ships was so far out that it was unlikely you’d get caught.

“You knew about this place already?”

“Not personally, I just know a few of my cousins have brought people here. I know it is not quite day four, Solecita, but I changed my mind during brunch. Tomorrow will be a day of resting, because I want you more than ready for me the day after.” You shivered at the implication, since the day five prompts were seared into your brain and that was the only valid reason he could have to want a rest, and the fact that he was even going to have a break day wasn’t as disappointing as you thought.

Javi was definitely a service lover but he was also voracious, now that he had you like this he was proving to have an insatiable appetite for your pleasure, and your boyfriend had already confessed he’d held himself back so much in the past because he was nervous of how fast he had been falling for you despite a good portion of your relationship being long distance. The fact that he’d been holding back was both exciting and intimidating.

Did you want him to rail you frequently and without hesitation? Yes, of course you did, you’d be stupid to want anything less.

But the emotional aspect of his intimacy was -as he said- nerve wracking; you’d been falling fast too and the idea of losing him hurt too much already.

“I cannot tell if you’re distracted out of excitement over my intent to fuck you full repeatedly in two days or if there’s something else going on in your head, Solecita.” Javi was using one hand to cup your cheek and turn your face to look at you, his other arm banded around your body to hold you in place, and you felt that worry that you were going to scare him if you told him how deep your feelings for him ran already.

“It’s both. I- even without the sex I’m really attached to you, I know most of our relationship has been long distance so it might seem like it’s too fast and I just don’t want you to find a reason to walk away from me-“

“Solecita, I have held myself back from telling you that I love you since the day you and I spent at your apartment after our fourth date was rained out. When you laughed at how we were drenched from the downpour and heated up soup from a tin in your microwave which we drank in mugs and told me that a little disaster was just the fate’s way of spicing things up.” You remembered his confused and mildly horrified expression when you’d whipped out your rainy day staple, canned soup in a mug was only good when it was rainy or there was heaps of snow, and yet he’d still stayed and ended up tangled in the blankets on your couch kissing you for hours.

“You love me?”

“Sí, I love you so much, I was just worried it was too soon.”

“No Javi, it’s not, I love you too.”

His mouth sealed over yours the moment the words escaped you and you whined when Javi let go of your waist to run his hand under your skirt and up, the drag of the leather against your skin making you shiver. The feeling of his fingertips gliding from your cheek to your neck made you stiffen a little but you leaned more against him and tipped your head in a way that exposed more of your neck to him.

“What’s your word, Solecita, and what do you do if you cannot speak?”

Oh shit.

You swallowed thickly as his whisper was breathed into your skin, making you shiver as you ran your tongue against the back of your teeth to ground yourself.

“Taffy and Brittle, my words are taffy to slow and brittle to stop, and if I can’t speak you want me to tap your thigh. Once to ease up, twice to check in, and three times for hard stop.” Why you chose candies you couldn’t remember as Javi purred a soft ‘good girl’ in your ear and pressed his gloved fingertips to the front of your underwear before his hand settled lightly on your neck without pressure.

Your hips jumped at the contact and Javi used his foot to kick your legs wider, gently enough to avoid hurting you but hard enough to make sure you knew it wasn’t a suggestion. You didn’t really know what to do with your hands, they were currently reaching behind you and gripping the leather belt he was wearing like a vice, and your boyfriend nipped at your ear gently with a soft moan as you rocked back against him.

“My beautiful Solecita, to have your love… I am the luckiest man. Your beauty captivated me but your ability to weave words and create stories that I could see as clear as if they were a film left me needing to know you.”

While you certainly knew you had a praise kink it was the fact that he wasn’t even talking about anything sexual and you were still getting turned on that had your head spinning, the softness of it making your heart squeeze even as his fingers circled your covered clit. A low moan from you made the grip on your throat tighten just a little, to remind you he was there, and your hips jerked against him.

“Javi-“

“Hold your skirt up for me, Solecita, I want to see.”

Your hands were trembling as you moved them to raise the front of your skirt and hold it, feeling the way Javi’s cock twitched and hearing his low moan in your ear, and he rewarded you by sliding his hand into your underwear; the leather was smooth and warm and as Javi slipped two fingers into your wet pussy he tightened his hold on your neck to smother your moan. He wasn’t squeezing hard, you could still talk if you had to, but the fact that it was even a little more difficult to draw breath than normal made everything feel different.

Even the tension in the air felt different.

The soft choked noise you made sounded so loud.

Hyperaware of the hand on your throat, of the sensation of his fingers gliding in and out of your wet channel, the creak of the leather when his hold loosened and the pounding in your chest as your body began to draw in full oxygen again. It was an overwhelming feeling and you couldn’t decide how you felt about it, but Javi’s grip loosened further and you shivered when he pressed his forehead against the back of your shoulder but you knew something was wrong. The strange tension wasn’t gone, even though he’d loosened his hold, there was something almost rigid in the way Javi was holding himself now.

You didn’t like it.

“Javi?”

“Hush- Solecita, you’re doing so well.”

“Taffy.” Javi’s hand stopped moving and you let the skirt of your dress fall in order to take the hand resting near your collar and grip it in both of yours. Javi’s breathing was harsh and you realized he was shaking a little, something had rattled him and you couldn’t help but scan the horizon before listening just in case you weren’t as secluded as you thought.

“Talk to me, what’s wrong?”

“I don’t like that, the choking, I- the trust you have in me makes me so conflicted but I don’t like it. Violence and pain has always lingered in the background of my life, I do not really wish to bring that near you.”

Javi’s open admission that he wasn’t feeling it made you reach one hand back to stroke his hair gently, his openness about why he didn’t like it was more than he even needed to say.

“Okay, then we mark that off as a hard no. Why don’t we go back to the house then? I want to thank you for being so good to me.” Javi made a small sound before lifting his head and pressing a kiss to the side of your neck, not fighting you as you pulled his hand out of your underwear, the wet sound of it making both of you shiver but Javi needed your support and care.

Sex wasn’t the most important part of this for you, his comfort and trust was.

“Thank you, Solecita, I’m sorry I can’t-“

“No, don’t apologize, we already said there was no judgement as to why we did or didn’t like things we tried.”

He stopped arguing with you and even let you drive back, his hand holding yours tightly the entire ride. This was going to have to be a bigger conversation but not right now, he was too raw right now, and you decided that you’d initiate a break day of your own since that was more important to you than a list.

Javi had done so much for you, the least you could do was give him the emotional support he needed and deserved.

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#kinktober 2022 #javi gutierrez x f!reader #javi g x f!reader #cw semi public #cw smut #cw breath play #tw implied abuse history #chaoticwrites

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