#like a gong ringing

[cascadiums]

something so comedic about Jonathan seeing the Count with his new facelift and instantly reaching for the shovel to undo it

#dracula daily #blood has anti-aging properties you say? well this shovel has re-aging properties bro get smacked #im imagining it making a really funny hollow sound when it glances off his forehead too #like a gong ringing

[mokutone]

late entry for day 6 of @tendaysoftenzo ! the prompt was:

Day 6, November 6th: Global Arts and Culture | What If 

i've been on something of a mild horror/angst kick lately! a "What If" that always plagues me has always been "What if Tenzō didn't make it out of Root before he entered the narrative?"

it's not an AU i ever seriously plan to play with because it warps and breaks the canon narrative so bad, and it's just straight up unfun, but. every once and a while I get curious who "Captain Yamato" would have been, in that case, especially working alongside Sai still!

#tendaysoftenzo #naruto #my art #yamato #tenzō #yamato tenzo #kakashi #tsunade senju #jiraiya #for such a small and short comic. hoo. this was tricky #the whole thing is that for it to hit at all it relies entirely on two load-bearing expressions. one is kakashi's look #the other is tenzō's close up #kakashis was the least important of the two because he doesn't need to convey a specific feeling he just needs to look wigged out #ambiguously completely unnerved—not scared. not mad. but Upset. like hes seen a ghost #yamato on the other hand needs to have a very specific expression and that expression is ''the hollowest man you've ever seen'' #a man you could expectantly crack over a frying pan only to have a single mote of dust drift down from the split shell #a man you could slap on the shoulder and he'd ring like a gong #a man who could be used as a life preserver in case of a man-overboard drill #and getting the balance of ''he's trying to be friendly'' and #''anything he had inside of him has been hidden like his personality was subject to a suburban mother cleaning for thanksgiving company'' #was a little tricky #also i think...this was my first time drawing jiraiya? i have to say...he's really fun to draw. #hes also so fucking huge he makes tsunade look tiny #even from across kakashi's hospital bed gkjsdhgksdhgksdghksdghsdgh

[sophiethewitch1]

theres nothing quite like the relationship between two people who should probably have divorced

#sophie speaks #my aversion to romance was probably started by my parents #frequently reminded hanging around them that im so completely uninterested in marriage #its why i like fictional characters #and on top of that kind of shitty fictional characters who work at improving themself for the one they love #because i dont think ive literally ever seen that in real life #ive only ever seen love make a person worse which is... probably not good for my psychological state #i just assume all relationships will end in disaster #i wasnt born aromantic i just realised somewhere along the way i had a low capacity for bullshit and romance seems to have a lot of it #just watching my parents and the word 'DIVORCE!' keeps ringing through my skull like a gong

[merrysithmas]

obi wan and anakin living eternally in the force is the most comforting thing ever. and on top of it they get to be reunited with luke and leia too

#sobbing #obikin #and ahsoka presumably!!!!!! #the fam #han and padme just rejoined the energy of life as dust or whatever happens to normies #or they got reincarnated into other ppl #although i like to imagine han as a mushu from disneys mulan type figure #he jsut walks around ringing a gong to wake up the force ghosts and complains

[northwestofinsanity]

That feeling when you wake up to an email notification for an AO3 comment on a story you have poured your heart and soul into… and it turns out it’s just an account-less bot with a generic “This is great! Oh, by the way, you should join this discord…”

#writing community #writing problems #ao3 problems #ao3 #disappointment ringing and dragging through my head like the water gong in crime of the century #pardon my insanity

[claire-starsword]

The Guardiana Magic School Run - Part 5

We arrive at Rindo, home of the greatest weapon of all time.

I can't buy it :')

To be fair, I don't want the squishy characters anywhere near the next opponents so it might be fine. The Steel Rings were a priority due to being chapter exclusive.

I guess I also need to talk about this peculiar drop. The Evil Ring is a cursed weapon that greatly raises attack. I barely remember how curses work in this game because i don't have an habit of equipping these. It can also be used to cast an overpowered Bolt, but that's against my rules. So I don't think this will be seeing any use.

It's okay though, because as the center of commerce Rindo has no shortage of stuff to pick from.

We pick up the Speed Ring and give it to Khris, who is terribly slow, this +4 boost barely gets her around Lowe's agility. Speaking of, one of her Steel Rings goes to him, and now they're tied at 8 defense.

As for the usual speciality ring, Rindo has the Charm Ring, clearly a help against the Marionette we'll deal with eventually. As you can see though, it is Slightly Costly. I'm not as much in a rush to get these as I was for the Steel Rings, because everyone in this team has some magic resistance already, but it would be nice. Kinda depends on how important the power staves turn out to be. More on that soon. Or right now, actually. There's no more window shopping to do and this town is too fancy for our tour, so we must head to Manarina where our magic advertisement will be much better received.

The Doll Hater is a beautifully named staff. From what I recall it's already stronger than the Power Staff by itself, and also gets bonuses against Mishaela's dolls. Clearly this version wanted players to have an easier time at the circus battle. Given how I don't have Power Staves yet, this would be a massive help and save money.

Unfortunately I can't say I have hope to get it.

Most of this battle with be in the desert, where everyone sucks at moving. While the enemies at the start are simple fare by now, dark dwarves and snipers and bats and other stuff we can kill quickly, but then there's this group of zombies at the end. Zombies tend to be an absolute pain both offensively and defensively, I do have some hope due to being in a greater level than I usually am on normal runs, but I have few characters to beat them up, and they can gang up on a single character. And poison. And the mages can come up as a duo for massive damage.

I hate this battle, okay. I hate it so much. It takes a bazillion turns to get to the hard part and then you suddenly die.

So yeah. I want to not die so I'll need to be extra careful and I think that ruins our chance of getting the clear bonus. Alas! Let's move.

The start of the battle is boring and easy yet takes seven turns. Dark dwarves are pathetic at this point so Max and Gong wipe them out taking scratch damage, with Khris even managing to get a kill and a level up with +4 MP, sucks that it doesn't apply to the current battle. I wanted to save Tao's MP for the zombies, but the bat is annoying and dodges several attacks and puts Max to sleep, and I'm trying to move fast, so in the end Tao has to do everything with two Blazes on it. Thankfully Max already woke up, but god this is slow.

At least when Gong hits, he HITS.

He continues to advance as the team's one punch man, killing a sniper for breakfast. Since he can't reach the mage next, I do some healing as Blaze 2 is still a lot of damage at this point.

There are also two bats coming from the right, but I don't want to waste time going after them especially when I'm likely to miss, I hope they come.

They come after Max's ass of course, what else did you expect. The mage also came after Max's ass. The Sniper came after Max's ass. You wish your feeble mind could conceive just how attractive that ass is. He's doesn't share the excitement though and is asleep again.

And wakes up immediately! Honestly that's really lucky, having the guy stuck for long could be a real problem here.

We are at turn 12, this might be impossible. Gong has one punched the dark mage who was the only big threat, so I'm wondering if it might be possible to go on ahead and let the bats follow me. Even that might not be enough to reach the zombies in time though. Also, I don't want to repeat my one death by thirst of an impossible bonus again.

afraid to say i'm doing it anyway though

Obviously the bats continue to chase Max, and he finally lands a counter to kill one, he had attempted this last turn but missed.

Unfortunately, the other bat has more typical behavior, so he's asleep.

I think this is on the reach of a single zombie? Please?

I think this guy will go for Max and not her, so I'm hoping to do some damage while not wasting much MP.

Turn 14. One zombie successfully baited and doing 1 damage, Max woke up. This is probably as good as it gets here. Gong gets to punch the zombie for half its HP as well, and is rewarded by all his efforts so far by getting Heal 2. The only thing against us as usual is that we might not have enough time, especially since the healers won't be hitting for much, and taking massive damage from the zombies. They have 8 defense each against the zombie's 16 attack. Tao has 9 defense as well. I don't want any of these people taking damage.

"And remember kids, you can't take damage if they turn to ash first."

I'm doubting Khris will ever reach anyone to do healing up there with the zombies, and she'll be even less useful as a fighter, so I'm wondering if she can be more helpful dealing with these guys instead.

:/

She thankfully takes only one damage (Steel Rings :D), but she's asleep now. oops.

Lowe however manages to kill the Sniper, so that's something.

Turn 15, I think Gong can survive on this side and then heal himself, hopefully the others will have managed to move closer by then.

Turn 16. Lowe has defeated the bat, but I don't have the slightest hope of him and Khris doing anything else now. Max and Gong have survived, Gong badly because of Blaze, and both are poisoned. I didn't prepare with any antidotes and Lowe is the Detox guy, so I'm gonna have to count on healing spells and herbs to counter the damage only.

I do think Gong can survive this turn though, he'll kill the mage, take 1 damage from the zombie, 2 from poison, and nothing else reaches him. He should survive. Please survive, man.

He can because Max is just too sexy. Turn 17 and I think we can do this, Gong should still survive at 1 HP after killing the mage and the enemies should beat up Max instead, who has 5 HP even after the Blaze 2 he took to the face last turn. We can do this let's goooooo

It works. Gong kills the mage, Max kills one zombie, Tao blazes the other for 5 HP. Next turn Gong has 1 HP and has to heal himself immediately to survive the poison, Max has 2 HP and probably could kill the zombie but I'm irrationally paranoid so I actually used an herb. Who knows, maybe the zombie has an evasion of 0.0000001% and I was gonna be the lucky soul to find out! So Tao blazes it again. Nothing more fitting as she is the face of this stupid run and its glorious school.

YEAH BABY

Our great efforts give us the privilege of being big haters on Mishaela from here on. We trash her circus area like delinquents and prepare for the next battle. Thankfully, the preparations do not include healing from poison, that's not a thing in this version, I forgot. Everyone's fine, which makes sense as Lowe has Detox, he can just make himself useful off screen like SF2 priests.

Speaking of Lowe, he has 1 more defense than Khris so I guess he'll be taking the Hater. Look at that. That's +2 compared to the Power Staff. This thing is pretty much the reason I considered doing this run, staff weapons at this point of the game get ridiculous.

The deals section continues to disappoint, so I sell Lowe's old staff to barely make enough money for a Charm Ring. I give it to Max because of how targeted he is, but I don't think a single one will help much after all, I'm hoping to stack more later.

That's all we can do, next time we finally get to Anri. I expect things to be chill there, but the circus and abbey battles in the future could be dicey.

Losses: 0 Deaths: 1 The expected deaths on Narsha interludes: 0/3

#shining series #shining force #ressurection of the dark dragon #sf tao #guardiana magic school run #this was a lot of fun. i love the clear bonuses #and am quite surprised things worked out without many characters when chapter 1 wasn't as kind #i guess in the end this battle is kinda made so that tao will be dealing with the zombies #gong and max had good levels to help this time but sometimes it's not like that #and they do get punched a lot #i missed challenge from the previous battles so it's fine #love surviving on 1 hp #i feel it would have been smarter to have the rousing ring on max though #i forgot there were bats on the desert #and they are always gonna go for max #anyway. enough of this analysis stuff i have more important things to say #lowe definitely thought the barbie movie hated on men too much

[wikagirl]

I find it very funny how trying to figure out the german voicecast for the bl3 vaulthunters is nearly impossible. I only figured the german va for zane out because he put one of zanes lines as a voice sample on his website.

Meanwhile fot he others if you try to look up their ger vas it's just old articles about the original eng claptrap voice getting replaced.

also for my german borderlands homies on this website: the link to the voiceactors page on voice base.

Just klick on the tab that says "stimmproben" and scroll to the bottom and there he be.

#borderlands #borderlands 3 #zane flynt #zane borderlands #*rings a gong like a medieval herald* ATTENTION CITIZENS!!! A GERMAN VOICEACTOR HAS BEEN FOUND!!! #one down three more to go

[laurelier]

.

#my ears are still ringing from discovering michael sheen as 1930s twink in makeup and pearl earrings and a gorgeous fluffy feathery wrap #like my ears. are ringing. my bell has been RUNG #did i anticipate a michael sheen gender breakdown no i did not. should i have apparently yes i very much should have. #i am vibrating like a gong fhhdhddbhdhdhhhhhhhh bitch

[hotniatheron]

This is how I look when I see a hot woman btw:

#COOCHIE NOW ringing thru my brain like a gong

[welshaphrodite]

I think the saddest character in the Hunger Games franchise is Mags Flanagan. She is as almost as old as the Games themselves. She won the 11th Hunger Games. Then, for the entirety of her life, for over 60 years, she was forced to relieve that same trauma year after year, trying to train kids, save kids, just like herself. Over time Mags watched the Games get more brutal, more “entertaining”. She watched her community sacrifice two children over and over again. There is nothing Mags can do but bare it. She desensitizes herself. She reaches her 80s. She is old and almost free of the pain; the trauma has formed a callous. But Mags will continue to work until she dies. This is all she has ever known. 

Then, the 75th Quarter Quell is announced and Mags is back on the stage for the first time in 60 years. A reaping outfit. Her name in a glass bowl. The tension, the dread, the silence before the reading of the name -- Annie Cresta. But to Mags, it never mattered the name that was picked. She knew her hand was going up. And for the first time since she was a child, she is back in the Games. 

During her the 11th Hunger Games, Mags was caged in the zoo with the other tributes. This time, she is presented with a gorgeous suite, the best food the Capitol has to offer, and the finest clothes. The 11th Hunger Games were televised on a blurry screen; now, all of Panem is going to watch her every move. Mags knows she isn’t going to win. But, as she spends the last weeks of her life walking in the shoes of every child she couldn’t save, as the trauma of her own Games is as alive and present as it has ever been, she knows that, for the first time in her long life, she was able to truly save at least one person from this fate. 

Hope is a funny thing. Mags picked apart the Capitol’s logic and the heart of the Games long ago. She knows why they allow one victor, and how every tribute goes into the arena hoping its them. She knows this is unrealistic; all of Panem knows that only one will come out alive. But even as she rises into the ticking clock of the arena, that stubborn feeling flutters in her chest. Maybe she will get out of there with the rest of the rebels. But if not --

Mags looks to Johanna. To Katniss and Peeta. To Finnick. Her hope for them is stronger, steadier, than the hope for her own self-preservation. She looks into the cornucopia of weapons, the familiar ring of twenty-four tributes, and allows herself to dream that maybe, maybe, this is it. This will be the last one. 

For the first time in over half a century, Mags won’t be watching the Games from the comfort and safety of a faraway room. This time, she has the chance to help directly. To be able to protect others with more than just a parachute full of supplies. To have the ability to save another life. To save multiple lives. To save all the future children of Panem. 

The gong sounds.

Mags smiles. 

She dives into the water. 

#the hunger games #catching fire #mockingjay #mags thg #mags flanagan #annie cresta #finnick odair #johanna mason #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #district 4 #suzanne collins why did you do this to us #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #president snow

[moonbaetarot]

Pick a pile

Future spouses physical appearance

1. 2. 3.

Pile 1

Your future spouse has really nice glowy skin. They are confident they know they look good. this person looks younger than you or could be younger then. they have very youthful skin, eyes, body they take care of themselves. This person has dark hair brown or black. They could look like they have their life together even if they don’t but when people see them in public they will definitely think they have it all. They may always be in their work clothes. This person may look stressed a lot I see them putting their hand on their head and sighing. They have really straight white teeth. Someone’s future spouse may be Asian. Your future spouse has nice hands I feel like you will think they are really attractive. They could like wearing cowboy boots. This person may have a scar on their arm from when they were younger. Your future spouse is like slim muscular, you can definitely see those muscles with no clothes tho lol. Your going to really like there legs and thighs aswell. They have cat/ fox eyes they have like Kendall Jenner eyes. I feel you will really like this persons hair and if they’re a male they will have a beard. I see them having straight hair. They also may color their hair.

Thank you for reading loves! 🤍

Pile 2

Your future spouse may raise there eyebrows a lot. They have small facial features small eyes, mouth, nose, eyes. Their face may get red a lot when they smile or laugh. This person likes to keep their hair simple they don’t like to really mess with it. You and your future spouse will look differently from each other you know how so people look like there spouse sometimes y’all will not but will definitely compliment each other well. Their skin could be fair to Olive. Your person if definitely good looking. They have a very masculine and fatherly energy. They look like they get things done and they take care of their family and kids. They are Definitely the bread winner in the family. Your future spouse looks really friendly and trusting like if they’re in public and someone needs directions there asking your future spouse. They definitely talk to strangers a lot just starting up a whole conversation with a stranger and you just standing there like can you stop yapping so we can go lol. This person has a really nice jaw line they look very strong they may work out or just care about their heath in general. This person may have a really long neck. This person could have lighter hair I feel Ike your really going to like playing with there hair it’s really soft and flows nice.

Thank you for reading loves! 🤍

Pile 3

your future spouse likes to change their appearance a lot they get bored by the way they look so they change little things like the way they dress here and there. This person may dislike something about there face all the cards I pulled they’re all covering there face with there Hands or hair. I don’t get that there’s anything wrong with their face they personally just don’t like it. This person would have very long eyelashes or just nice bright eyes. I feel like you know what your future spouse looks you don’t know them but you “know them” I feel like you watch and read a lot of pac about them so when you meet your going to be like “yup your mine lol”. I feel like you’re going to love taking pictures of them. They may wear a suit and tie for work. Your person has light features lights hair, light skin and light eyes. I feel like it may be there nose they don’t like about themselves they think it’s to big but it honestly looks like a normal man’s nose lol. your gong to be very attractive to your future spouse like when you see them you’re going to be like “yup put a ring on it”. I feel like this person is going to be or look older than you. I also see them being much taller than you.

Thank you for reading loves! 🤍

#pick a card #pick a photo #pick a picture #pick a pile #pick an image #tarot cards #tarot deck #tarot reading #tarotblr #tarotcommunity #pick a reading #pick a deck #pick a crystal #pick a number #pick one #free tarot #daily tarot #tarot

[bluberryfields]

"I want a proper apology."

The dramatic “apology dance”

In the entirety of Season 2, I think the “apology dance” scene is pretty close to my favorite.

The way Crowley walks in like he’s entering a stage in a packed theater.

The way Azi clearly sees him coming and fusses himself up to look extra focused on his work and not at all excited about Crowley’s return.

Crowley, noticing that Azi has yet to look at him, ramps up the drama by:

Whipping off his glasses (taking off his armor)

Response from Azi? Clears his throat and focuses harder on his work.

Time for Level 2 Drama, it seems.

Stalking over to the table (no sauntering here)

Tossing the glasses down (looks casual but absolutely isn’t)

Ringing that little bell (like a ceremonial gong signaling “this is fucking happening”)

Walking back into the rotunda where he has maximum visibility (also maximum vulnerability)

Azi now has no choice but to react, which he does by slowly looking up and over at Crowley, who looks like the human-shaped embodiment of dread.

Finally announcing “I’m back” like the bitchy customer who just yesterday had declared they were never shopping here again

I mean, wow. Amazing. Glorious.

Not to be outcunted, Azi just casually turns back to his work and practically hums, “Yes. I can see that.”

Damn, Aziraphale, did you take lessons in passive aggression from my mother?

Now Crowley groans in a way that I felt to my core and asks, “Do you want a big, ‘I think I said the wrong thing,’ sort of an apology, or can we take that as said?”

He averts his eyes until the last second because this probably feels more demeaning than begging Azi not to do his magic act at Warlock’s birthday part.

Still turned away, Azi replies in a tone that is a mix of hurt and guilt that makes me think this has been coming for awhile. "I'd like the apology actually." I bet you would, Angel.

Back to Crowley, he pauses to assess his options, takes a deep breath, and says the magic words: “You were right.” Also looks like he almost says something else but either doesn’t know what to say or doesn’t want to say it.

Oh wow, so convincing. Bravo.

Finally, Azi puts down his glasses and his work and turns to address Crowley. He is not happy.

“Not good enough. I want a proper apology.” Also, side note, but Michael Sheen’s voice here is just…yum.

Before Azi can finish, Crowley is so quick to reject this idea. “No.” with a shake of the head.

You're not winning this battle, Crowley, and you know it.

“With the little dance.” Azi’s voice perks up and his eyes brighten at the hope this will happen. Seize that opportunity!

Again, Crowley barely let’s the word “dance” come out before he tries to shut it down. “I don’t do the dance.” Nope, no sir, not this demon.

Oh no, now Azi’s anger joins the hurt and guilt for a vicious trifecta. “I did the ‘I was wrong’ dance in 1650, 1793, 1941…” each date being spat out with increasing amounts of venom.

Oh Crowley, you brought this on yourself, girl.

This non-apology combined with his “I'm sorry. I apologize. Whatever I said, I didn’t mean it. Work with me, I’m apologizing here. Yes? Good. Get in the car.” and I can see why Azi reacts to this the way he does.

Crowley knows he’s beaten and concedes with a “Fine!” that feels the very opposite of the word.

Okay so before the “proper apology” can begin, Azi gets up from his chair, straightens his waistcoat, and stands with his hands grasped in front of him like a proper gentleman. A properly petty gentleman.

Then the main attraction! Crowley, looking completely stone-faced, does “the little dance.”

It’s wonderful. He looks so silly and childish and graceful and mature. And god, that deep knee bend at the end? Amazing.

Also amazing is Crowley’s face when he says "Kay?” while bobbing his head and eyebrows back like a sassy rooster? *chef’s kiss*

For Azi’s part, god it is just a delicious mix of polite poker face and barely concealed thirst. I see your eyes scanning Crowley, drinking in that thin, dark Duke. That little dance will live in his head forever.

And that’s the signal to go back to normal! Crowley regains control and Azi falls back into the supporting role.

Long-term relationships are hard, yo.

#good omens #good omens 2 #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #crowley x aziraphale #aziraphale x crowley #aziracrow #david tennant #michael sheen #ineffable idiots #ineffable partners #apology dance #i want a proper apology #with the little dance #thirsty aziraphale #very nice indeed #thin dark duke #neil gaiman #terry pratchett #good omens gifs #good omens meta

[avoxrising]

The Feral One • Chapter 5

Finnick x Y/N

Series Masterlist Link

We are finally in the arena! Prepare for the angst… and protective! Finnick ;)

Content warnings - alludes to being dressed without consent, drugging, blood and death

You’re escorted by five armed peacekeepers to a separate hovercraft than the rest of the tributes, not trusted to be around them yet. It feels like forever just waiting to arrive at your death. You were still stuck in a cell, this one was just also filled with monsters like you.

Having your tracker put in nearly added another name to the list. One of the peacekeepers had to sedate you and you didn’t wake up till you were waiting to be lifted into the arena.

You were slumped in your tube in a wetsuit, uncuffed for once. How did you get into it? Did someone dress you while you were out? You nearly puke as the tube starts to rise, nauseous and drowsy from the sedative.

The bright light of the arena blinds you as you struggle to get your bearings. While the rest of the tributes are standing on their pedestals awaiting the gong, you can’t seem to get up. Your limbs work but not enough to support you.

The gong rings and you lay there, playing dead. Maybe if they think someone else got to you, they’ll ignore you. Or maybe Finnick will leave you here and you can roll off into the water and drown yourself. Neither option sounds better than the other.

You must be good at pretending to be dead, as everyone ignores your limp form. You can hear Finnick calling for you, but yelling out to him will only reveal yourself to the other tributes.

“Y/N!” Finnick yells as you hear him come closer.

“She’s dead Finnick,” Katniss states. “Leave her.”

“Y/N!” he yells, ignoring the girl as he starts swimming over towards you.

He goes to grab your wrist to check for a pulse and you flinch away.

“Hey it’s just me,” he states, sighing in relief. “You’re ok.”

You manage to open your eyes just enough to look at him. He doesn’t look hurt thankfully.

“Can you move?” he asks and you shake your head no to the best of your abilities.

“Finnick we’ve got to go!” Katniss yells. You can now see Peeta next to her, holding Finnick’s trident. She suddenly shoots an arrow just past the two of you, into a tribute who was trying to sneak up on Finnick.

“I’m sorry,” Finnick says as he drags you off the pedestal and begins swimming with you towards the shore. He knows better than to take you directly to Peeta and Katniss on the rocks.

You protest but you’re too weak and are worried you’re going to pass out again. Finnick throws you over his shoulder and begins sprinting into the jungle with Katniss and Peeta in tow.

The group eventually stops to catch their breath and Finnick sets you down. You have blood caked under your fingernails from clawing at him, but other than that he is unharmed.

“What did they do to you?” he asks, crouching down to get a better look at you. He can’t see any obvious signs of injury which worries him.

“Sleep,” you whisper to Finnick. “Fought tracker.”

“She speaks!” Peeta exclaims. Katniss is still up in a tree somewhere.

“Back up,” Finnick states, standing between you and the boy. “She only speaks to me. Her choice not mine. Don’t push it.”

Peeta backs up and you give him a weak smile. You trust him not to do anything threatening. Katniss however…

Finnick and her get into a bit of a stand off when she comes back down from the tree, but you’re too busy trying to stand up to notice. Peeta goes to help you and you yelp, scrambling away from him.

“Sorry,” he states. “No touching, got it.”

Finnick gives Peeta an annoyed look before handing you the end of his trident to help you stand. Your legs are tired but they’re working better than they were 20 minutes ago.

“Let’s keep moving,” Finnick states, and you trudge along into the jungle.

“Peeta!” Katniss yells before she’s suddenly flung back into you. You claw desperately at her scalp until Finnick puts you in a headlock and she’s able to scramble away to check on Peeta. He’s not breathing.

Finnick weighs his options, either he goes to help Peeta, releasing his grip on you, or he holds you back from Katniss, letting Peeta die. He must decide that Katniss can handle herself as he quickly runs over to Peeta and begins CPR.

Katniss doesn’t know who to point her bow at, you or Finnick. She decides on you and quickly sends an arrow into your arm while Finnick is still occupied with Peeta. She could have killed you if she wanted but temporarily disabling you was good enough in her mind. She was wrong.

You rip the arrow out of your arm and go to stand up when Peeta gasps in air. Katniss rushes to his side and Finnick slumps over, exhausted.

That’s when you decide what needs to happen. You can’t get in the way of Finnick getting out of the arena, and whatever was waiting for you outside of the arena isn’t any better than what’s in here.

Finnick goes to check on you, only finding a trail of blood drops leading into the jungle. You wouldn’t weigh him down anymore.

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[wynnyfryd]

Trailer park Steve AU part 54 (12.1)

part 1 | part 53 | ao3

cw: angst

Chapter 12

Steve drives to Chicago.

He wakes up to an empty bed and a sticky note by the kitchen phone, words scribbled over so the only legible thing left is the word sorry underlined in jagged black, and his breath sticks in his chest and he can't be here anymore. Epiphany ringing like a gong, sending ripples through his marrow, because the walls are closing in and Eddie decorated those walls — splattered himself over every inch of this place, and now he's just the newest haunt in a line of ghosts that Steve can't shake. He thought he’d gotten rid of them, but now he hears them louder than ever. In the hiss of the faucet, in the buzz of the fridge; they’re moaning in his bad ear and rattling his bones, and he can't be here alone with them he can't be here he can't—

So he drives.

Gets in his car with nothing but a spare jacket and a crumpled pack of cigs. If ever there was a time to pick the habit up in earnest. Eddie’s van is gone, and Steve’s heart is bruised; it's bleeding out inside him, pumping fresh hurt with every beat, so he lights a cigarette with shaking hands and heads north. Takes the back roads to the on-ramp of I-65, drives for hours; drives for years, speeding down empty stretches of highway with nothing but roadkill for company.

At some point he rolls the windows down until the icy wind makes his cheeks burn, but he can't really feel them. Can't feel his face, or his fingers, or his heart.

All the world is snow and asphalt, and Steve Harrington is alone.

He tries to drown it out with music. The radio mocks him with swooning quartets love songs — 'put your head on my shoulder' and 'life could be a dream' — and all the tapes he can reach belong to Eddie, so he pulls over on the narrow shoulder of an overpass bridge and screams and screams and screams while he chucks the cassettes over the edge.

Fuck Eddie.

Fuck him.

"FUCK YOU!!" he shouts to the foggy nothingness.

The words dig in sharp; pocket knife twisting in the space below his kidneys.

The fog doesn't respond.

Back in the car, his thoughts turn to his mom. Because he's driving to her, he knows — knew it in his splintering bones and haunted blood the moment he left town. He's driving back to his first ghost, as if confronting the original will somehow exorcise the rest.

Miles pass in silence, and Steve paints over the canvas of what-ifs again and again, oily streaks in the underpainting as he tries to set the scenes just right: quiet, tearful confrontations in his aunt's formal living room, graceless screaming matches out on the front lawn. In one version he never makes it past the guard at the front gate, and in another he just eggs the stupid lion statues leading up to the house while his mom silently weeps from the top of the stairs.

He doesn't know if his mom would laugh at that.

He doesn't know her much at all.

And that fucking hurts; that sits like acid in his lungs, because his mom was his first friend. When he was little — before the housekeepers and nannies, before his mom started tailing his dad on business trips like a trained dog on a leash — they spent so much time together. Trips to the playground, to the library, to the pool. He'd perch himself on her vanity when she got ready in the mornings, use her hairbrush as a microphone to sing along to 50s doo-wop, and she'd giggle and call him her little superstar, so he'd come up with stupid dance moves just to make her smile more.

He misses that. The script, the routine. How he'd spin around in his socks on the slippery bathroom tile and look up at her with her big hair full of rollers and her big eyes full of stars, and he'd say, "Hey! How come your eyes are all twinkly?"

And she'd grin and pinch his cheek and give the same answer every time: "Because you're the light of my life."

"I wish I knew what you'd say now," he whispers to the empty car.

For a moment he envisions that she's sitting there with him, that she's filling the blank space where the boy who broke his heart should be, but he can't remember her cadence well enough to mimic it; can't put words in her mouth when he no longer knows her lines, and with something a bit like horror and a lot like despair it occurs to him that he can't remember what she looks like. There's an apparition in his blind spot, but it's formless and unstable. The shade of its hair keeps changing; the texture, the length.

When he tries to make it speak, it shrugs and dissipates.

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part 55

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[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 239

Y'know what I think would be hilarious for a DP and PJO crossover? Percy & co finally getting to Kronos, straight up ready for anything after they pass through magic and portal of green and-

There's the smell of cookies. Freshly baked cookies, a warm oven, something about it reminding them of home in this strange place of floating gears and ticking clocks.

And there's a long, serpentine tail twisting through the gears, twisting up and down and across in a size that could hides yet reveals just how large this entity is. There's power soaking into every inch of this place, every centimeter nearly sending lightning up their legs with each step.

The ticking is getting stronger, a distant gonging of the hour echoing through a place that should feel cold and empty like the ringing of bells in the end of times.

And suddenly there's a kid- a teen like them, human yet not- with a cookie half in their mouth and hair flickering like the cosmos as they peer down from above them with a frown, eyes brighter than the sun yet darker than the moon.

"Oh great, what did my half-siblings do this Time?"

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[the-kr8tor]

Hi! could you please do a fluff+comfort of Hobie comforting reader that is struggling with choosing what their gonna follow in college/university, and could the reader be non binary please, thank you!

(also I love BDAS it's single handedly feeding my need for pirate Hobie, and your writing is absolutely amazing🧡)

(this is also my first time making a request so could I be 🃏 anon if it's free please)

Thank you for requesting! And welcome 🃏 anon!! (Sorry this took so long, I hope you found the right major for you! ❤️) I hope you like it!

Pairing: Hobie Brown x nb! Reader/ Spider-Punk x nb! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, No specific physical description of the reader, CW food mentions, hurt/comfort, fluff.

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University pamphlets are scattered all over the floor of your bedroom, knees tucked under you, eyes glaring at the dozens of papers laid in front of you. You have no idea which college to go to or even what major to take. Your hand trembles once again at the thought of losing time, wasting the precious minutes as the clock tick tocks on your side table.

You know you want something to do with art, but there's so many options that it makes your head swirl with all the names of possible majors. Thumping your head on the side of your bed, frustrated doesn't quite describe the feeling you have right now.

The carpet under you is suddenly itchy under your legs, the soft tick tocks are ringing in your ears like a damn gong inside your head.

Your curtains shift, the familiar sound of the window opening and closing isn't much of a surprise around this time of the night.

Hobie's shoes land quietly on your floors, he takes it off quickly before the soles stain your floors. Walking silently, he shifts his eyes at the red numbers on the clock, then to your hunched form. The plastic in his hand crinkles as he drops it on the foot of your bed, careful not to spill.

He pokes your cheeks, gloved hand against your soft skin. “You're contemplating again. Your pout makes you look like a bloody trout.” Sitting down, you don't acknowledge him. Now he's properly concerned. “Oi,” he goes to the softer approach by sliding his hand behind your neck, kneading it gently. “Hunchback of Notre dame, are you alright?”

You snort, finally looking at him through sticky tear drenched lashes. “Did you just call me Quasimodo?”

“Who the fuck is Quasimodo?”

Finally letting out a chuckle, the sound melts his concerns a tad bit. “The hunchback of Notre dame,” you say matter-of-factly. “We need to watch the movie now, Hobie.”

“Right, and then you'll fall asleep again like last time hmm?” Hobie tilts his head, the simple act makes you want to smooch the smirk off his face.

Moonlight spills in your room, illuminating his handsome face. He adds insult to injury when he slides his hands down to your back, pulling you in then embracing you. His smell wafts over you, relaxing your tensed muscles.

“See, already fallin’ asleep.” He murmurs against the crown of your head as you make his chest your home.

“I don't know what to do.” You blurt out, and he pulls you in, impossibly closer to him that you two almost become one.

“You'll figure it out, like you always do.” His hand is splayed atop your waist, squeezing slightly to ease you further into relaxing.

“I don't have the time to figure it all out, Hobie.”

“Yes you bloody do.” He takes your face in his hand, patting your cheek with his thumb, index laying on your temple, carefully massaging the tight muscle. His voice is soft and full of certainty, no ounce of malice. “Look at all these colleges,” he picks up one pamphlet nearest to him. “And— I don't think anyone's this happy to go to college.” He jokes, showing you the model's wide grin. “Look at this happy bloke carrying his books that must've cost an entire month's rent!”

You laugh into his suit, the sound reverberates through his bones, almost making him dance. “I could be that happy. If I can just choose.”

“You can be that happy, love. I know you can, yeah?” He shakes your shoulders. “I was saying before this fiend—” he wiggles the paper in his hand, and you chuckle, “Stopped me, is that all of these unis and majors would be happy to have you. They'd be fucking lucky to be chosen by you.”

Sniffing, you crane your neck to peck his cheek. It earns a content sigh from Hobie.

“That worked?” He asks through his smile, fingers taking a fallen eyelash off your cheek. “Make a wish?”

“Of course it worked, Hobie. You could say anything in that voice of yours and kiss the living hell out of me and it would still cheer me up.” With a gentle blow, you make your wish.

“Anythin' huh?” He pokes your side with a teasing smile. “What'd you wish for?”

“If I tell you it wouldn't come true now would it?”

“If I bribe you with a sandwich from that place you like, will you tell me?” He twists his long arm, patting the crunching plastic.

“Maybe…” you narrow your eyes. “Add a kiss for good measure?”

He's already leaning in, lips brushing along yours. “Mm-hmm bribery, when did I stoop so low?” Smiling, he presses sweetly on your lips.

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