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depressedtransguy · 3 years

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im tired so I can’t think of a threat but if you read this and you’re not @angelwiththeblue-box ue-box then I’ll cut off your uvula and make you drown in your own blood

Anthony was just stepping out of the Sanctum when he got the call on his glasses. They buzzed gently against his face as his sister's name flashed right in front of his eyes, reminding him that his sister was the only person connected to his spectacles. And she only called him for one thing. "I will thank every god in the multiverse if you tell me right now that you're not in prison again," Anthony whispered with a seething rage as he answered the call, his fingers flexing on a stress ball.

Her overly long silence wasn't comforting. I'm in prison again.

Not knowing whether to scream or break things, Anthony just inhaled sharply as his stress ball popped. "Frigga, I'm about to go on a date! With Atreo! Remember, the Greek god of a man that I'm somehow dating?"

I remember.

"Is there at least not anyone there who's going to immediately kill you? Can you wait a night? Please?"

There was a huff from the other end. You're going to leave your sister in prison for a night to have sex with a mortal?

"Well he doesn't make me break him out of space prison!!" Frigga was right of course. He had to help her. And normally he didn't mind it, it was cracking codes and breaking laws, two of his favorite things, but Atreo was... hot. And Anthony was gay. It was unfair. But like the message of every single Fast and the Furious movie, family came first. "Fine. I'll help. But you owe me big time."

Okay okay, I owe you I owe you, just help me get out of here.

So with the gay side of his mind screaming at him to go hook up with a man carved out of stone, he teleported into his lab and plopped down into his swivel chair with a huff, then letting it roll him over to his main computer. "What prison are you at?" He started up the monitor and tossed his destroyed stress ball over his shoulder.

The Xandarian one.

Anthony groaned. "Again? Stop going to Xandar! They know you're a war criminal!"

It was just a little treason, don't be such a bitch.

"It's not the crimes, it's the fact that you keep going to the places where you know you'll be arrested. I'm a felon on at least 12 planets, but at least I'm smart enough to avoid them," Anthony pointed out, tapping the correct coordinates into the computer before dragging out the 3D model of the building and spinning it around in his hands. "But I guess it's better than one we've never broken out of before. Even though you'll probably be locked up twice as much and have three times as many guards making sure you don't get out. Fun. Really really fun." Anthony double tapped the side of his glasses to increase the volume on her end. "Where are you right now?"

I'm in line for my mugshot. My wrists are locked together with power dampers and there's a guard ready to taser me if I take a wrong step, but besides that I'm pretty free. So I was able to tap the piece with my shoulder and they just think I'm crazy talking to myself. Same place as last time.

The young scientist increased the size of the hologram prison until he spotted the room she was talking about and he then pulled it out before pushing it back into the computer. The camera footage from that room immediately popped up. Due to Frigga being arrested so frequently, he had already programmed the entire hologram with the codes needed to access both their camera and security system. It just made the whole process a lot simpler. "Alright I'm in." Anthony rolled forward in the chair and squinted at the monitor, increasing the picture with two outstretched fingers until he could zoom in on where his sister stood waiting for her mugshot to be taken next. "Oh my god, you put up another fight didn't you?"

...Maybe.

With a groan Anthony leaned back in his chair and pinched the bridge of his nose. "You may be powerful Frigga, but you, with your wrists and neck locked, and your powers suppressed, and four Xandarian guards surrounding you, you absolutely will not win in any situation." And it was obvious she didn't win that time either. A black ring was around her eye with blood dripping down her philtrum and her chin, as well as what appeared to be another bruise on her left cheekbone.

Says the guy with more scars to mark his battles than me.

She was right. She was. But that didn't mean he liked it. "This isn't about my problems right now, this is about yours," Anthony pointed out. "Focus on listening to directions. I don't want you to get hit again." Even though she was messing up his date, that's not how he wanted to get revenge on her. He already had a better plan that was calming his anger just from knowing they'd be even in the end.

You're not breaking me out now?

"Surrounded by guards and other unstable patients and chained up to your ass? I'm not stupid. Just trust me, I know what I'm doing."

A sigh came from her end. Fine. But I need to get a new prison breakout guy. My current one's too slow.

Anthony laughed back. If he was suffering emotionally, then she could too. It was only fair. "I'm the best in the business honey, don't underestimate me. And I don't make you pay me. Calculating the exact price of a hacker-if we ignore the fact that they would have to be available for you at any time since you get arrested way more than the average person-with the amount of times I've helped you out, including now, that adds up to about... $14,191. And we're poor."

Fuck you.

"Fuck you too, I'm out of fourteen hundred dollars and a date. Now just pretend to be obedient for the next 20 minutes and I'll get you out."

I still hate you.

"I hate you too."

The siblings fell into silence as Frigga's arm was grabbed and she was then pushed onto the platform, right in front of the electronic height measurer that all mugshots had for some reason. In her flat shoes she rose up to the marking of 6' 1". Which did annoy Anthony a bit, as he sort of received the short end of the stick when it came to tall genetics, but he swallowed his jealousy and listened to what the officers had to say while she was scanned and her pictures were taken. ACAB might be true, but they did have some pretty interesting banter.

She's back again? one guard, who Anthony nicknamed 'Terry' on the spot, commented with a hint of sarcasm.

Yep, the other guard, nicknamed 'Jake', responded with a small *pop* on the 'p'. The bounty's big on her, I'm surprised she wasn't handed over sooner.

Well she's escaped out of here thrice, so she's obviously got some tricks up her sleeves.

Jake let out a low whistle. Three times? That's gotta be a record.

It is. She just... slips through our fingers every single time. I don't know how she does it. Maybe with an accomplice or something, something that our camera's can't detect, maybe a brother or a parent or a friend, but there's no way they'll get through this a fourth time.

The two space cops laughed and assumedly bumped their fists together based on the small popping noise that came from the other end. Anthony only smirked and then tuned out their annoying voices when it moved to annoying prison stuff to then jot down the information typed out on the wall where she stood, describing her ethnicity, criminal background (there was a lot of that), special powers, descriptive marks, etc etc. He didn't look up when she was told to turn to her side.

You're paying attention, right? I can hear you writing something, Frigga suddenly interrupted.

"I have to record all the information they have on you to figure out if it can possibly be exploited. I'm organized Frigga, and anything can be important."

Frigga just groaned. Just get me out.

"Patience... is a virtue."

Patience can kiss my ass.

"You can kiss your ass goodbye if you don't shut up and follow the guards; I can see them looking at you." Although it was mostly to shut her up, he technically was telling the truth, as one of the guards broke out from the group to grab Frigga's bicep and pull her away from the mugshot space. Normal prisoners moved on their own with guards nearby, but three time escapists were snatched and moved on their own. Which Frigga wasn't used to, nor did she like. If Anthony wasn't there to bargain with her for her peace she definitely would have put up another fight and made practically everything ten times harder for herself. "I'll lead your escape plan in the direction of killing that guard," he offered as a reward if she stayed calm. A pretty useful tactic that both of them used on each other whenever something that they weren't good at was involved and needed to be done.

And it worked as usual. Frigga just huffed and pushed her shoulders back in order to hold her head high as she was walked toward where she would be temporarily staying, knowing she'd get to slaughter the person manhandling her in the end. Anthony followed them through the different rooms along the different security cameras.

More and more shackles were added as they went. A muzzle slapped on that thankfully still let her speak, new and bigger handcuffs, legs chained together to be dragged along the floor, and a full on torso restraint, all with Frigga looking more and more annoyed. It was actually pretty funny. Not that Anthony would say that aloud since he knew she'd just get (rightfully) mad. Although he had clicked record a minute prior and planned to laugh his ass off in front of her later. Once no one's life (but his) was in danger.

Eventually there were enough chains on her and she had reached her single containment facility, so while one guard lifted her up from the ground, the other opened the door for her to be thrown inside like a sack of potatoes before they then slammed it shut. At that Anthony had to laugh audibly at.

Oh fuck off.

"You didn't- they just- they just fucking threw you-" Anthony struggled out, wheezing through the words due to how hard he was laughing. It was so fucking funny. "You should have seen yourselffff."

Get me out of prison quicker so I can kill you quicker.

Anthony had to take another minute or two to stop laughing before he could actually get to work. "Alright, could you describe your surroundings? I have no quick way of getting in there."

Fine. I'm in a small, most likely vibranium room, about four feet by ten feet by... 12 feet. There are some sort of magnets in the back that connect to the chains' padlocks, so as soon as I was tossed in they snapped together, so now I'm hung up kinda like Jesus Christ on the cross. The room besides the door is bare.

"Any cracks above or below the door?"

Not a thing. They really don't want me to get out of here.

"But you will. Could you describe your chains to me? I didn't get a good look when I was watching you before."

The links are about three inches across, the metal an inch thick, and the cuffs are as heavy as Jeff, being almost four inches up and one and a half inches thick. They cover most of my forearms. The color is... a dark gray with a little hint of navy blue. Uh, I should paint this scene. I think I could really piss some Christians off with it because no joke, I'm exactly positioned like Jesus was in the El Greco pai-

Silence followed for a few seconds. Anthony was planning on telling her to focus once her sentence was done and comment on her mention of Jeff, their childhood 15 pound cat, but the end of it never came. So he just zoomed in on the door and increased the volume on her side once more. "Frigga? Come in Frigga."

There wasn't even silence on the other end. Static started to come through. "What the-" Anthony's work didn't produce static. His inventions and creations didn't create static. Ever. "Frigga tell me this is a joke, what's going on?" There had been no movement at the door, and as he was forced to take Frigga's word about the room's layout, there was no other entrance to it. "Frigga. Come on."

The only reason he was snapped out of the repeated cycle of him adjusting his glasses and repeating his sister's name was because his other senses perked up and he caught the feeling of a presence behind him. A certainly unfamiliar one. But before he could even turn or react, he was snatched from behind and his whole world went black.

Frigga was being manhandled again when she woke up. "Ugh, did you dickheads knock me out again?" she hissed as she twisted in her shackles, surprised to be out of her personal prison with no warning, but still angered. "I was thinking about painting, asshole." She was struck in the face (as expected) for her rudeness. At least Anthony didn't scold her for it. Could you do your best to not piss everyone off while you're vulnerable? That would be great, is what he always said. As your doctor I have to tell you that it's a stupid ass thing to do. But he said nothing.

In fact there was no sound at all from Anthony. Not even breathing. Just static...

Wait. "What's your name?" the guard holding her up by her biceps demanded before she could properly think about where her brother was. "Who are you?"

"Who am I? You guys have arrested me four times! In fact I should be asking you that, are you a new hire or something? I didn't see you the last time I was here."

The guard brought his arm back to hit her again, but that time the other one stopped him. "Her sleeve is torn. She's telling the truth; she has been arrested multiple times."

"Then explain why she isn't in the system!"

"I can't. But she's not lying, so you shouldn't hit her. Let's just bring her to the mugshot area, get a photo, and then put her in the hardcore containment facility so we can figure this stuff out on our own," he bargained with the more unstable guard.

The guard did agree after a bit more negotiating, and soon enough Frigga was brought back to the mugshot area and positioned on it. It didn't look like the same one she was in just minutes earlier. Well, it looked... similar? Yet... outdated. Like the old system they used to use. She didn't say anything aloud, as she knew that would just get her hit again, but she tried to imprint the oddities in her mind as best she could. Dammit why did Anthony get Dad's photographic memory?! she mentally hissed as details vanished from her brain almost seconds after. Why do I have to be forgetful?

"Turn."

"Yeah yeah, I know I know," Frigga grumbled, reluctantly doing as told and then eyeing the information they were presenting about her on the screen. Some of it was from the identifying marks and tears on her clothing, like her escapist status and such, but most of it had come from the special type of scanner that The Kyln owned that could identify everything from hidden objects on the body down to a being's DNA. Hers was correctly listed as 50% Terran, 50% Jotunn. Her ear piece wasn't recognized just like Anthony had designed. But, in an odd turn of events, none of her powers were listed as they usually were. Not one.

After the scan was done, leaving both the guards and the young demi-god with more questions than answers, Frigga was grabbed by the bicep and led over to a containment facility. Not her usual single one, but a seemingly group one with approximately 13 more people inside. Only a few had handcuffs. And no chains were added to her, leaving her completely open spare her wrists, which was a ridiculous oversight on their part. (There had been a lot of weird oversights on their part by then.) At least it would be an easy break out. "Anthony, are you there?"

No answer.

Frigga bent her arms and reached over to press into the ear piece in case it accidentally got turned off when she was passed out. She said her brother's name again, ignoring the looks she got from other hardened criminals inside. "If you're fucking with me you are so dead when I get home."

"Hey crazy, stop talking to yourself, some of us are trying to nap here."

The familiar voice made Frigga stop in her action and turn toward it. "Rocket?" The other guardians also laying down looked up at the call of his name. "What- what are you all doing here? You're supposed to be in New Asgard."

They all looked extremely confused. "What? Look, lady, I don't know who the hell you are or what New Asgard is," Rocket continued, reluctantly pushing up to his paws and rubbing out the flat spot in his fur, "so I guess I'd prefer for you to talk to 'Anthony' because what you're doing now is creeping me out even more."

"Okay- no. I'm not the crazy one here. Everyone and everything has been weird, and now you guys too? Come on, this isn't fair."

"Hey, isn't New Asgard that place where Thor was living before he joined us?" Quill questioned as he too sat up.

Rocket only groaned. "Great, let's get more people in on this conversation. Peter, please don't enable her, she's obviously lost her head."

"What do you mean she lost her head, her head's right there on her shoulders!" Drax chimed in, getting up and gently shaking her back and forth with a grip on her shoulder to show that her head was really on there.

Frigga was used to Drax's typical maneuvering and his deafness to sarcasm, so him moving her back and forth was the least of her worries at that point. It was the others. "Mantis, come on, you remember me, right?" Frigga said in exasperation, being the only one in the room who was completely lost making her a bit worked up. Especially since she didn't have Anthony in her ear. He was always with her when she was arrested; in one way or another.

Mantis seemed to sense this and walked over to press her open palm to her revealed bicep. "You feel... desperate."

"Well I am desperate because I'm the only sane one here but you're all looking at me as if I'm the crazy one. Rocket, Quill, Drax, Mantis... Groot! Come on, you all know me," she went on, just waiting and practically praying that one of them would grin and tell her it was just a stupid joke. But that didn't happen. In fact the only change in their expressions was Groot looking up and murmuring something about it being too loud for him to play his game. "Oh come on!" With a huff she plopped down on the floor and rested her head against the wall's cool steel, bending her elbows again to cover her eyes with her hands and hoping that it would all just disappear. But, as one might guess, that didn't happen, and in fact she felt someone move over and sit next to her. Most likely out of pity.

It was Quill, of course. "What's your name?"

Maybe they were hit with some memory loss thing. Maybe there was a reasonable explanation. So Frigga opened her eyes and turned her head toward him. "Frigga."

His eyes widened a bit and Frigga got a little too excited. "Do you finally recognize me?"

"No- sorry, but that's just this- guy that I know's mother's name. Frigga," he gently explained with a slight blush and a nervous scratch at the back of his head.

The movements were a little confusing at first, but then Frigga realized that they were coming from the mention of Thor, and didn't have to do with her at all. But why would he act like that? Thor and he had been dating for decades. Since before she and her brother were born. She and baby Anthony were at their wedding. He was in a little blue tux and she in a little green dre- wait a fucking second. "Quill... What year is it?"

"What do you mean? It's 2024. What else would it be?"

Frigga gasped and jumped to her feet. It all clicked at once. Why the guards didn't know her. Why all the technology and architecture seemed older and outdated. Why her own uncle and the guardians didn't recognize her. She hadn't even been born yet. But the only question still there was... how? And also, why? But in order to have a prayer at answering those questions, she had to get back to Earth where she knew the Avengers as well as her parents would be. Although they technically weren't her parents yet. God are they even dating yet? It didn't matter. She just needed to get there and hope that Anthony was there too. The only problem (besides every other problem that she had) was that she had never escaped a prison without him before. They could only do it with each other. It seemed like a major roadblock... until she glanced over at the raccoon.

"Hey, Rocket, could you remind me again of how many prison's you've broken out of?"

Rocket, who had clearly been trying to ignore them but was just accepting his fate as his name was called once more, turned toward them with crossed arms. "About 24. What's it to ya?"

A small smile spread over Frigga's face. "And how many times out of here?"

"Just the one."

"Great. If you bring me to Earth, I'll help you get out."

He scoffed as if that was the most ridiculous thing he had ever heard. "And why would I need your help out of here?"

"Because I've escaped here three times myself. And, you don't have Gamora, nor is Groot an adult as he was last time. Earth isn't even that far from here, just a few jumps, so why not pad your escape with me- a demi-god by the way -and just take me there in return?" she bargained, getting more and more calm and excited as her thoughts clicked together. Sure, everything was still weird, but at least she was able to get a grip on her situation.

Based on his extremely annoyed expression, Rocket knew that she was right and that they could use the help, yet was extremely reluctant to admit it. "Demi-god? We already got a half celestial, I don't think we need any more half- things," he tried to point out.

But Quill was on her side. "No, no, I think we should hear her out. Especially since I don't even have the powers of a half celestial anymore. If she's escaped from here three times then she could really be a big help for us. They've changed a lot of things since we were last here, and we're in a new area. And, although I'm not sure how she knows about Gamora and Groot, she's right about that too."

Rocket snarled as Frigga smirked and raised her arms up at him in a shrug. "The man's got a point."

"That man is also an idiot. But fine. You can join us, and we'll bring you to Earth."

Frigga grinned wider as Rocket moved closer and removed what seemed to be some sort of bobby pin from the back of his head, making her cuffs fall off in under a minute. She rubbed her sore wrists and thanked him. "We should probably pick up Thor from Earth anywhere, I'm pretty sure he's still there with the Avengers," Quill pointed out as he joined them and glanced at the red rings on her skin. "Why were those so tight?"

"Well, due to my powers they need to restrict me so I don't just slaughter them all and escape like that, and they usually do that with overly tight power dampers," she explained to him as she continued to try to get the blood flowing normally back into her hands. "You get used to it. Especially since they get steadily tighter and tighter due to the guards' fear in me increasing every time. I killed a bunch last time so the chains applied doubled. Until I woke up in 2024 of course, but I'm ignoring that for now."

Quill very obviously had no idea what she was talking about, but as he wasn't one to judge with making sense he just smiled at her. "Good, you can do it again."

"After this stunt? Fuck yeah I'm going it again."

Stephen had no idea why he was being called to Avengers Tower. Except for the occasional meeting that he was forced to attend that he usually managed to escape early from, he had never been asked to go to their living and working quarters. So he couldn't imagine what the problem was. "What's the situation and how can I get out of it quicker?" was the first thing that fell out of his mouth once he stepped out of the portal. He was met with the stares of all six Avengers and Loki. Great. "What the hell happened?"

"We found a kid."

Definitely not what Stephen expected Tony to say. "What?!"

"Okay that was a shitty explanation. Just look." The group parted to reveal a body rested on their couch with handcuffs around his unconscious wrists. The only indicator that he was alive was the small rise and fall of his chest. He looked young, easily 18, with dark brown hair that slightly fell over his forehead, and glasses over eyes of a hidden color. Stephen noticed most of all was that he had two thick scars on the dorsal side of his hands; one for each. "We found him in our meeting room. There's no identifying items on him, and his fingerprints aren't in the database, so we have basically no idea who he is."

"So what can I do?" Stephen questioned.

"Ask Loki. He's the one who requested you."

Only then did Stephen look up to lock eyes with his fellow sorcerer. One that he had never really gotten along with. "You?"

"To be fair I didn't request you, I just said it would be useful to have another magic user here. John Doe here has magic practically radiating off of him," Loki tried to explain without making it seem like he wanted Stephen there, hints of forced annoyance and real nervousness leaking through. The 'John Doe' reference was imprinted in the sorcerer supreme's mind without a clear reason. Since when does he know Midgardian terms? "Can't you sense it?"

Stephen could. There was a large amount of power coming from him. "It's a multitude of different types. I can't even distinguish them; they're all so mixed up."

Loki agreed. "I was planning on picking through his memories, but due to the mixture of magic and power, I thought it'd be more safe if I waited for you to hold him down if anything goes wrong." An uncomfortable amount of silence passed between the two, unknown whether to continue genuinely or be sarcastic and snarky. "Not that I think you're capable of it, but you're sort of better than nothing."

There it was. The Avengers looked around at each other as they were described as 'nothing', the sorcerers forgetting about anything that wasn't the other, as usual. "You're very kind, Loki," Stephen drawled out with a sarcastic smile.

"I am, aren't I?" With that he jumped over the couch and kneeled down next to the body, gingerly going to place his fingers on his forehead.

But just as they brushed his skin the entire tower shook lightly and made everyone look up. FRIDAY spoke up to fill them in. The Guardians have arrived, sir. And they have a guest on board.

"Well that was quick," Thor murmured under his breath. "They're getting better at escaping."

"Were they in prison again?" Bruce questioned.

Thor nodded back. "I'll go greet them, you guys stay here and figure out his identity." With a small wave the god of thunder then left the room, and all other attendants watched until he left the room and then they all turned back toward the boy on the couch. Except- oh. Fuck.

"Where did he go?" Loki whispered.

"I'm right here."

The entire group swiveled to see the boy formerly laying on the couch sitting in a chair behind them all, his legs and arms crossed tightly, handcuffs done, and a stern expression on his face. "And I'd like to know what the hell is going on."

"You're the one who somehow got into our tower, why don't you explain it to us?" Clint shot back.

The boy only looked at him with a face void of all amusement. And with eyes that were a colored a blood red.

#sorry i keep bothering you with stories i feel like this thing is one sided where i keep asking you for favors and im really sorry about tha #that #hope you like it thou

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nephilimsarchive · 4 years

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If only you knew (pt.2) | Arthur Fleck x reader smut | NSFW

Summary: Having caught Arthur spying on you, you find the perfect way to deal with the situation.

Note: poor mama fleck had to hear some shit, feedback would be much appreciated as I’m very new to writing, thank u

Warnings: nsfw content under the cut, don’t read if you are under 18, lots of swearing

Word Count: 3370

Read the first part here.

There you were, wet hair framing your angelic face. Arthurs brain went into overdrive, thinking a million things at once but not being able to process one. Should he act surprised at seeing you in nothing but a robe? Or did he look shocked enough as it was? He hoped so desperately that the reason you came here was that you wanted to lend a hairdryer, but the way you held his timid stare made him feel like you saw right through him.

Your eyes mustered him, he looked disheveled. His locks stuck out in some places while a few stray hairs sticked to his forehead. His lips were parted, face flushed. Half of his dress shirt was tucked into his pants, the rest not. A painfully obvious bulge in pants confirmed your thoughts.

You could either handle this properly, or have you fun with it. Arthur just stood there, not knowing what to say. Hell, there was nothing he could possibly say to make this situation better. His face felt as if it was burning at this point, shallow breaths escaping him as he stared the ground before him. He braced himself, waiting for your reaction, for you scream at him or punch him. And he couldn’t blame you if you did. You lifted your hand to move a strand of hair from your face and he flinched, squeezing his eyes shut.

The pity that you felt for him then was inevitable. Of course that didn’t give him the right to spy on you, but knowing how just watching you from afar could bring a man to this state made you feel …powerful. You hadn’t been with someone in a while, being busy with figuring your life out, getting adjusted to university and a new town. Of course you had boyfriends before, but those really were, well, boys. Guys your age, while you often felt you got along better with people who were older than you anyway. And frankly, you were filled with pride by how much this man who barely knew you wanted you, a hint of arousal pooling in your stomach.

When you felt that you had given him the silent treatment long enough, you spoke up. „Can I come in?“ A smile crept across your face, but Arthurs state of motionless shock almost worsened. He couldn’t believe what you just said, furrowing his brows as if he wasn’t sure he heard you right. „Happy“, a voice called, „Who’s there?“ God. How Arthur wished that none of this ever happened. ‚As if it couldn’t get any worse‘, he thought. „I, uh, my mother lives here.“, he stammered, „I’d.. if you, I don’t want her to…“. Admittedly, he was talking utter nonsense, but you understood what he meant to say. „Alright.“, you said, a knowing grin forming on your features. You shouted the next part of your sentence, just loud enough so she could hear „Hello Ms. Fleck, I’m Y/N, the new neighbor.“, you took a breath, “I’m sorry, but I’m afraid I’ll have to kidnap your son for a few minutes. He promised to help me unpack a few boxes.“

Pleased with your response you turned, walking towards your flat and motioned for Arthur to come with you. He followed reluctantly, guilt written all over his features.

He tried to sort out his thoughts, attempting to smooth out his hair with his hands. What game were you playing? What did you want him to say?

Carefully he closed the door behind him. Apart from a few boxes being stacked in a corner, your flat looked nice and tidy. Judging from your interior, you must’ve earned at least a bit more money than him. Again he couldn’t help but wonder why you even moved here. “Well”, your head turned in his direction, “I don’t know how it looks on your end, but...”, you walked into your bathroom. Fuck. “It’s kind of obvious from here.” You knew. All along.

Nervous footsteps made its way into the room, walls still damp from the warm air. You smirked, not that he would’ve noticed. He looked up slowly and mentally slapped himself. How could he have been so stupid? In the middle of the flawless while tiles over her washing machine it was, a black hole surrounded by several cracks. You leaned over the machine, looking through the hole. You felt his eyes on you as your robe went up your thighs in the process. „I gather that’s your bedroom, then?“, you asked. “I’m.. Yes. I’m so sorry.”, he muttered, „I don’t.. I know I shouldn’t ha…I don’t know what I’m supposed to say.“ Hopeful and worrying eyes were glued to your form. You felt bad for making him go through this for so long, so you turned around and looked him straight in the eyes. „I never said I minded.“

The air grew thick with tension, and it suddenly felt even hotter than it was before. Arthur couldn’t help but to question if any of this was actually happening. Was he hallucinating? „What?“, he asked quietly. „We wanted to get to know each other anyway, didn’t we?“, you returned, a seductive smile on your lips as you slowly, step by step, walked closer to him. Usually, you weren’t one to act this cocky, but you had to how much it would take for him to lose his calm and introverted composure. You stopped right in front of him, noting how he smelled like cigarettes and cheap cologne, and saw the struggle in his eyes. Arthur - for the hundreth time that day - didn’t know how to act. Where you actually saying these things? He tried to keep his composure, but you were close. So very close to him. „It is a little unfair, though. Don’t you think? You got to see all that while I, from here, can barely make out the corner of your bed.“, you bit your lip, your fingers traveling up his arms, over his shoulders to the collar of his shirt, smoothing it gently. He couldn’t believe what you were doing, yet your hands on him felt so real. And so warm, his eyes fluttered closed on their own. In this moment he realized how damn touch starved he was. “I think you owe me.”, you whispered, clasping your hands behind his neck. He let out a shuddering breath. “If this is a joke to you”, he said, his voice sounding deeper than before, “I suggest you stop.”. The way he spoke went straight to your core as you got on your tiptoes to lean close to his ear, pressing your bodies fully together.

“Do you want this?”, you hushed, pulling back just enough to be able to see his face. He studied your expression, searching for any trace of a lie, a hint that you didn’t mean any of what you said. Finding none, he finally answered. “Yes.”

You brushed a strand of hair from his face and he leaned into your touch, your lips barely apart. “Then take it.”, you barely recognized your voice with how sultry it was. But you didn’t have time to think about it either, as in an instand Arthurs lips were on yours. He had no idea what he was doing, but he wanted to show you that he can make you feel all the things you made him feel. He pressed his lips to yours with more force than he intended to, grabbing your waist to help you stand. His kisses were intense, eager and filled with so much wonder and passion. His left hand made its way to the side of your throat, brushing over your jaw with his thumb. He grazed your lower lip between his teeth, earning a quiet moan from you. Using his chance he explored your mouth with his tongue. A growl escaped him as you ran your nails down his torso, starting to slowly unbutton his shirt. He pulled away then, leaving you gasping for air as you rested your forehead against his. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them you saw the same restraint you had seen before. He was panting, feeling his hardening cock straining his trousers. He was looking for the right words as you waited patiently, running your thumb over his cheek to reassure him. “I’ve never done this before.”, he commented, barely a pause between his words. Sure, he seemed inexperienced, but you didn’t expect that either. The fact that this surprised you must’ve been evident, as he tried to detangle his arms from you, a defeated expression on his face. “Arthur, wait.”, you took one of his large hands in yours, this time you were the one struggling with words “I’m sorry, I just didn’t think that.. well. The point is, if you want to go on we can. But im grateful that you told me, so I can try to make it as special as it should be.”

“Oh, I don’t think it gets any more noteworthy than it already is.”, he retorted with a grin on his face, finally seeming to relax. You giggled, and Arthur noticed how much he loved to hear you laugh. „Oh, Arthur.“, you said softly, „You have no idea.“.

His eyes took on a darker shade of green as he claimed your lips again. His hands went to your waist on their own, one of his hands sliding down slowly, squeezing your butt. You squeaked, surprised at his sudden boldness. With strength you didn’t know he had, he picked you up and sat you down on the washing machine. His hands never left you for too long, as if he was afraid the moment would end if he stopped touching you.

As you finished unbuttoning his shirt you ran your hands over his bare torso. He was thin, but something about being with a him, a proper man, made him undeniably sexy to you. You pulled him closer, fingers tangling in his soft locks as his lips travelled over your neck. Little whimpers of yours turned to breathy moans as he found that sweet spot between your neck and shoulder. Your moans were the most wonderful and naughty sounds he had ever heard, spurring him on, guiding him. Patience never was one of your virtues, so you took one of his hands, sliding it up to your breast. You both moaned at the feeling of your erect nipple under his thumb, his hips bucking forward. Feeling bold, you palmed him through his trousers, using your other hand to help him slide down his button up. His groans were quiet and shy at first, which only made you determined to hear more of him. He on the other hand felt like he was floating and never coming down, you were doing exactly like he imagined, but so much better.

„Arthur“, you said then, your tone making him pull back to look at you, worry immediately etching itself into his features. „Are you alright? Have I done something wr..“, his sentence ended abruptly as you began pulling on the string that held your bathrobe in place, never once looking away from him.

The soft fabric fell off your shoulder, pooling around your butt. For a split second insecurity got to you, sitting in front of him fully exposed. But as soon as you saw the look in his eyes, all your tentativeness was washed away. His eyes roamed your body freely, licking his lips as he thought of all the things he wants to do to you. He had spend so much time in his life imagining, but now he’ll experience. The look in his eyes was one of pure lust; hungry, almost lethal in the best kind of way. „Fuck, Y/N.“, he growled, „You’re fucking perfect.“. His lips attacked your neck again, finding your spot in a matter of seconds.

God, what he lacked in experience he made up with how fast he learned.

„Arthur, please.“, you cried, grinding yourself against his crotch as much as your position allowed. He pulled back a bit then, letting a hand travel from your neck over your breast, pinching, down your stomach to your thigh. „That’s right, Y/N.“, his voice was husky, shy demeanor faltering as he gained confidence with each of your cries, „I want to hear you scream my name.“, he said, raising his eyebrows ever so slighty, wickedly grinning. He spread your legs with ease, pulling you to the edge of your seat as he crouched down. You felt his hands ghost over your thighs, his warm breath on your core as his lips were inches apart from where you wanted them to be. Turned on wasn’t even a word for how you felt as his attitude changed. „Fuck, please, touch me Arthur.“, you begged. And he smirked, that bastard actually smirked. You couldn’t stay mad for long, though. He lifted your leg over his left shoulder and dove right in, no hesitation holding him back any longer as he gave a long lick along your pussy.

He wanted to, no, needed to please you. He wanted to be sure this is real, and that it’s his work alone. What better way than to make you call out his name as you come undone for him?

You shuddered in delight as he worked out the perfect angle, making you groan with every little touch of his tongue. He savored every moment of this, lapping at your juices, tasting your arousal as it dripped down his chin. „Arthur, this feels so fucking good. Oh!“, you whimpered, face flushed as he looked up at you. He’d never forget the expression in your face in that moment, rosy cheeks, pleading eyes filled with need. Need for him. You were getting close and he knew, feeling it by the way you pulsated around his tongue. Satisfaction raced through him at the thought of making you come for him. You were young, absolutely gorgeous and it was him you desired. He could barely comprehend it, but that wasn’t going to stop him now.

Keeping up the movement on your clit he let his hand slide over your inner thigh, dipping his right index finder into your throbbing entrance. You sighed and shivered, grateful for the way he was holding you in place as you bucked your hips. He picked up a pace, making you lose control. “Ah! Arthur, I’m so close!” You huffed out between little breaths, your moans filling the otherwise silent flat. “Come for me.”, he growled, the vibrations of his voice against your wet cunt sending you off. You squeezed you eyes shut as your head dropped back, his name on your lips like a prayer. Feeling your muscles contract around his finger he groaned, keeping you still as you tried to squirm, working you through your orgasm.

Your legs were still shaking as you opened your eyes again. Arthur came up, looking absolutely delicious. His hair was tousled, lips glistening. In that very moment he just looked so damn kissable. So that’s what you did. You pulled him close, hands around each other. Kissing him was like magic, you tasted yourself on his tongue, which only increased the wetness between your thighs. Squeaking as he scooped you up in his arms, you both couldn’t stop the smiles from breaking out on your faces.

He laid you down on your bed gently, moving a strand of hair from your face with his thumb, his lips finding yours again. Arthur could’ve spent the rest of life like this, being close to you, kissing your soft skin. A hand moving down his body put his thoughts on hold, the sound of his zipper sounding strangely appealing in your presence. He got up, standing right in front of the bed, your legs parted around him. Suddenly he lacked the confidence to uncover his member, self-consciousness rising inside of him. You sat up, scooting to the edge of the mattress, taking his hand to make him look at you. You trailed kisses over his lower abdomen, dragging your fingers over his legs to the waistband of his pants, brushing over his clothed manhood intentionally. „May I?“, you asked.

He nodded, watching as your tongue travelled over your lips as you freed his aching cock. You took him in your hands, caressing and stroking. Arthur made the prettiest of sounds for you. His cock was painfully hard, making you wiggle your hips in anticipation. „Y/N.. Oh..“, fell from his lips. He looked divine in that moment, lips parted, he was absolutely careless as your motions cleared his mind. „Mh, Y/N, I need you.“, he croaked out. You understood, taking his hand and pulling him down with you. Hovering above you his hair fell into his flushed face while he continued holding your hand, pushing your arm down next to your head. Dilated pupils looked into your eyes as he positioned himself at your opening, silently questioning. You gave a reassuring smile and nodded, gazing at him as you felt him push into you slowly. So slowly, it made you tremble and moan. He moved out, and back into you again. Faster this time, making you cry out louder. Again. Your noises incited him, invigorating him to go harder, faster, deeper. Arthur had built up a steady rhythm, leaving little bites on your neck and changing his angle every now and then. He somehow reached that sweet spot inside you, you screaming his name in response. He felt like the luckiest man alive in that moment, chasing his pleasure through yours. Between gasps and pleas you encouraged him, loving the sensations he brought to you. Your pussy was throbbing, getting closer with every of his thrusts. He was panting, adoring every second of this. „Arthur, you feel so good.“, you cried, getting dangerously close to your release, „Don’t stop, please.“. „Y/N…“, he started, and you knew. He was slowly losing his pace as his orgasm built up, sparks spreading through his lower stomach, begging for release. He looked purely pornographic, brows furrowed and grunting your name. You couldn’t escape the scream that rattled through you as you came for the second time, taking him over the edge with you as your wet slit convulsed around him. He collapsed on top of you, both of you catching your breath for god knows how long.

When he pulled out of you you felt his semen dripping out of you onto the bedsheets, but you couldn’t have cared less. He plopped down onto the bed next to you, silence engulfing you. A relaxed smile played on your lips, but Arthurs thoughts started racing. This whole time he felt as if he had been on autopilot, and now reality came crashing back to him. He realized how absolutely clueless he was, should he stay or should he leave? Did you regret it? Suddenly he questioned everything he had done, feeling much more insecure about laying there, naked and vulnerable. Before he could even find he words to voice what was going on inside his head, you scooted closer to him, stroking his cheek with you thumb, a soft and content expression on your face. He felt calmer, but couldn’t shake his doubts. „I…Did I.. Was that okay?“, he asked, and you laughed. ‚What?‘, he thought, confusion written all over his features. Your laughter softened as you settled for your answer, shaking your head slightly. „Arthur, you were absolutely mind blowing. I seriously have trouble believing that this was the first time you’ve done this.“, you laid your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. He covered the both of you with your blanket, his fingers making their way through your hair, brushing gently. Satisfied with your answer, he felt warmth engulfing him, he felt home. „Really“, you told him „I wouldn’t mind if you helped me with my boxes again sometime.“. His chest rumbled with laughter, the sound music to your eyes. He kissed the top of your head and nodded in agreement, exhaustion getting the better of you two as you started dozing off.

If he had ever felt happiness in his life, it was right there and then.

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talvin-muircastle · 5 years

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Story: Im

Another from my old November Habit, this from 2012. It is one of the stories of which I am most fond, and I hope some of you will enjoy it as well.

Men speak of the Elven Language, as if all the Elves in the world speak only one tongue without variation. But you are of the race of Men, and so I shall say simply that her name was Darlaia, and in the language of the Elves spoken by most of the inhabitants of the Kingdom in which she dwelled, her name meant “Patience.” She was accounted by many a wise counselor to the Queen of the Wood, but the Queen thought at times she took her virtue to the extent of a vice. So it was that one day the Queen sought Darlaia in her bower. “Your Majesty, you honor me this day. How may I serve?” The Queen held a swaddled infant in her arms, which was a strange thing, but she was the Queen, so Darlaia did not question it. “The King of the humans who live to our west has been slain, and a usurper has taken his place. Most of the old King’s family has been slaughtered. There will be chaos on our borders, and soon axes shall be ringing in our forest, for the usurper will not be satisfied with one realm alone.” “Majesty, we can safeguard our borders with our bows and our blades, and the humans will settle down in time. They always do! Patience will serve.” At this, the Queen smiled, and the sight of it caused a flutter of fear in Darlaia’s bowels. “Patience will serve? Yes, indeed, she will. See you this infant? It is a human child, and with the death of his kin he is King of the humans to our west. His birthname was Huber, but while he dwells among us, we shall call him by the name ‘Im’. You shall raise him.” This was unheard of. Darlaia opened her mouth as if to protest, then thought better of it. She took a deep breath and considered her next words carefully. “I know the tongue spoken by that family, and ‘Im’ is no word in that language, nor in ours. I find this puzzling, my liege. As for raising him: what do I know of raising a human boy?” “You counsel patience, as usual. Yet I tell you that this time it will not work: the usurper is of a faction that is greedy and powerful. They need our woods for bows and engines of war, and they will have them or die trying. Even if they fail in the end, the cost to our realm will be high. So we must raise up this boy to reclaim his throne, and we must make him our friend. As for his name, and the raising of a human child? You must learn Im, Patience!” The Queen was fond of puns, riddles, and other tricks to force her Court to consider things in a new light. Yet she was the Queen, and so the child’s name was Im, and Patience would raise him to be a King. To Elven eyes, humans grow like dandelions in the spring: quickly there, quickly changing, quickly gone. Im grew into a thoughtful, obedient child, yet full of energy as if his short life meant he must use all the energy in years that an Elf would consume in a lifetime measured in centuries. Darlaia found her own patience challenged more than once, yet she was also fond of the child. She taught him the bow and the blade, and a bit of the arts that Men call “Magic”. He learned harp and flute, and he sang well, though the speed at which his voice changed challenged teachers used to a more gradual deepening. The Queen his sponsor, Darlaia his teacher, and the usurper his foes: the other Elves of those Woods received him warmly and called him friend. Too quickly—so quickly!—he reached three hands of years, and where her natural children had yet been beginning the exploration of their world at that age, Im was her height and a bit. He had gained much muscle, for teasing elf-maids have as their wont to climb trees, and amorous elf-lads had best be able to keep up. No elf-lad he, he had nonetheless learned to climb with the best of them. At wrestling and swordplay, he was no master, but he could hold his own against the recruits of the BorderGuard, and that was no small thing. With a bow he would never match an elf, but few humans would match him. The Queen came to them in that year, and she had with her Men in armor that clanked and rattled in the coolness of the forest. They wore the symbol of the old King, and while their number was few, they had the look of veterans. “Huber, whom we call Im, these are our friends, and you are their King. You must go with them now and reclaim that which was taken from you as a babe.” Im looked at these strange humans. He had met others like himself before this: Darlaia had seen to that early and often. These men were unlike the young Elven Warriors with whom he joked and sparred and flirted, and quite unlike those Elders he had been taught to revere. He looked at the scars on their faces and on their armor, and his eyes noted the manner in which they carried their weapons. Then he looked at Darlaia. “Darlaia, mother of my heart, is this to be?” She was saddened and fearful, but she said, “It is for this you were placed in my care, though having had that care of you, I am loathe to give it up. Yes, son of my heart, it is to be. You are their King, and your duty lies before you.” So Im went to the camp of these Men, hidden just beyond bowshot in the edge of the Forest, and at night they crept out to do mischief to the Usurper, and by day they rested under the trees while Elves kept watch. Im’s skills earned him respect in battle, and his calm, educated voice earned him respect in their councils. Yet after his first battle he crept away to seek Darlaia’s counsel. “Mother of my heart, I have killed another like myself.” Darlaia knew real fear then, for she thought that the son of her heart had become a Man. Then he continued, with tears in his eyes, “It was a needful thing, yet it saddens me. I would sing to his spirit, and I wish that you would join me.” Then she knew that he had become, not a Man, but an Adult, and she cried with him and sang with him. For Elves love Life, and they take it only reluctantly. Yet when they must take it, they do not hesitate, for that which must be done must be done swiftly and skillfully, and this was the way in which Im had been raised. More Men flocked to the banner of Huber, called now Im even by his followers. The day came when the Usurper was slain by Im’s arrow, and the rebellious Lords of Men submitted themselves to his terms. Then Im declared that henceforth he would be known as Imdar, to honor she who had raised him. The Queen came once again to Darlaia. “You have done well, and now I give you another task. Go you among the maidens of our Kingdom, and find you one who would willingly tarry among the humans for one of their generations, and be Wife and Queen to Imdar.” Again, this was unheard of! “My Queen, you would mingle our blood with theirs?” “Better it should mingle in the womb than mingle in the grass. If we are to have time for Patience, we must have ties of blood.” Darlaia bowed her head in acquiescence, for she knew that Im would grow old and die, and what of his descendants? It would shame them all to do war on the sons of an adopted son, and so those sons must have cause to look to the Woods for kin. She chose carefully, speaking to all the Elven maidens who were newly adult. Some she dismissed as too flighty, some as too serious. Some had connections with powerful families who might seek to use the alliance to their own ends. Among the huntresses she found one who said, “Im! I miss him greatly. He was gentle, and he made me laugh. Would that more humans were like him.” So in white silk and silver elven mail, with a coronet upon her brow and a good strong bow and swift elven arrows she went to Imdar, a suitable Elven Bride for a King. Imdar was gladdened to see the friend of his youth, unchanged in such a brief time, and he took her to wife and bore many children with her. Then there was peace in the land, and even in his lifetime the people began to speak of him as “Imdar the Good”, and Darlaia was pleased to hear it, for she had feared he might become “the Great”, and those never ended well. Darlaia attended the births of all the children herself, and laughed when Imdar, silver hairs creeping at his brow, chided her, “Darlaia, Darlaia! Patience, Patience!” when a child did not come to term when expected. Half-elven births were difficult to predict, and Darlaia would trust none other than herself to midwife. Then, too soon—too soon! She watched as the Knights of two Kingdoms shouldered the bier of a King, his young, lovely bride weeping behind, all his children and grandchildren behind her. He was laid in the earth after the Elven custom rather than given to the fire as Men had done before. She kissed his withered cheek and stroked his hair one last time before they lowered him down. “Im, dear Im. You taught me the value of impatience, for had I been patient, I would have missed knowing you, my son. Be patient for me, now: we shall meet again someday.” And on some nights, when the moon is full and the human and elven youth are chasing one another through the trees in the games of love, from one bower can be heard a woman weeping for her son still. [I wanted to do a love story of some sort. I wanted to do something about a female Immortal—most stories focus on the Eternal Testosterone Brigade. And I knew I wanted to do Elves, which fit nicely with the others. I can’t even say I worked on this story a lot: I fretted for days trying to come up with a good finale for this project, and I had nothing until the morning of Black Friday as I was heading out to handle some light shopping. Then it just…appeared. Perhaps I should have been more patient?]

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jadeender · 5 years

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Regaining whats Lost

As Four and his Shadow, Maverick, set off the others brought Hyrule back in and decided what to do.

“We can’t just wait here and hope for Maverick to come back with answers.” Legend said as he and the others bickered. “Not that I don’t trust him but I’m not going to put everything in someone else's hands.”

Sky looked around at his friends, all he could feel was nothing. He was trying, ever since he had separated from Stygian he thought this feeling would go away but it hadn’t. Thinking back to his adventure with Zelda he had an idea.

“We need to be purified.” Sky said.

“What?” Wind asked. “What does that even mean.”

Turning his face to everyone Sky began to explain. “Back at the beginning of my first adventure I escorted my Zelda to these purification shrines so she could awaken her full power. That's what we need, to get rid of whatever darkness is lingering around inside of us.”

Time considered it for a second. “It’s worth trying, we need to put that behind us and get rid of any undesirable qualities we may have picked up from the darks.”

“I don't know.” Warriors started. “What if it harms us instead, after all we weren't just being possessed or something, it went all the way down to our souls. Going to those spring could burn away at our very souls.”

“I don’t think they will.” Sky said. “We’re still us, and if burns our souls it’ll only burn the dark parts left. I’ve been in one before and I was fine.”

The end of statement turned out much more pointed than he’d intended but the others understood and agreed pretty easily; after all, no one else had any better ideas other than wait around.

Night feel and after Curse and Maverick had gone into the dark world everything was ready to travel the next day, Tempest after much convincing had agreed to try and travel them through the dark world though the task was going to be harder for him to complete on his own without another dark to help pull some many people through, but it was either that or spend days wandering across Hyrule and hopping whatever cosmic power that was linking the hyrules allowed them into Sky’s hyrule.

Sky sat alone as everyone drifted off to sleep, being idle was not their style but when they were they all tended to fall asleep quite easily, the stress of being a hero and the day to day battles were hard enough. Normally Sky would be the first to sleep, since Hylia knows he loves naps. But not now, still he felt stygians presence though the dark was gone. He didn’t feel his emotions like he normally did, he had become so accustomed to living with a strong emotion to fuel him it felt odd to feel so empty.

Ever since the merge, fear, despair, and worry kept him going and fought off the apathy but now as he had within the fortress it reigned over him.

As sleep drifted closer to him Sky found himself praying a short prayer, please let me feel again please, to feel love or anything. And as his consciousness ended he felt the soft touch of something near his mind, any old friend returned.

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The next morning everyone woke up and readied. There was very little to do in the house since Ravio was going to be staying there.

“You’re sure you don't’ want to come Ravio? You went through the same thing as us, you could use it.” Legend questioned his friend.

“I’ll be fine, I’m not like all of you I’m Lorulian. I can deal with a little bit of darkness, I have before.” Ravio assured him.

“If everyone is ready then?” Twilight asked looking over the group.

Hyrule as usual was quiet, his excitement for life had been dimmed by shame about Callous. Four and Wind other hand were peppy and Wind was chattering with Warriors as they gathered outside. Twilight, Wild, and Time were a unit as usual and Legend gave his friend a hug before reminding the bunny man not to sell any of his stuff.

Tempest looked at the trees and grimaced before turning back to the lights. “Look, I’m only doing this because you helped me get away from Callous. I'll get you there and then I’m leaving, I have somewhere else I need to go.”

The lights nodded, no one had particularly expected Tempest to stay around with them for a long period. Sky shifted slightly feeling impatience rise, it had never been one of his virtues.

“I’ll take you over three at a time, it’s easier on me this way.” Tempest looked at Sky and gestured. “You need to be one of the first because im going to need a guide to get there.”

“Of course.” Sky stepped up along with Four and Time for the first trip.

“Ok, where is this place?”

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Tempest and his passengers stepped into the shadows of the woods around Legends home and reemerged in the heart of Faron woods near the entrance to the Skyview Temple.

“This is as far as I can go. Some sort of magic or something is preventing me from shadow traveling directly inside.” He informed the others. “Stay here while I get the rest.”

With that the young dark disappeared into the shadows again and Sky starred down the Temple, he had been here many times. Thinking of the times he spent on his adventure back when everything had been new and simple stirred his heart. Chasing after Zelda as she went of to purify herself and bring back her memories of being Hylia. Feeling a twinge in his heart as he thought of Zelda was exciting, the feeling was real and it felt almost like love.

“Where are they?” He asked quietly pacing in front of the door.

“They’ll be along in a minute. I know you’re anxious to get this done.” Time replied in characteristic patience, something his age had provided.

After Time spoke Tempest reappeared with Warriors, Hyrule and Legend in tow. He turned around without as much as a word and disappeared.

“So this is the place.” Warriors commented walking around. “I didn’t get to see this part of your hyrule last time.”

“Last time?” Legend questioned. “We’ve never crossed through Sky’s Hyrule before. Not since we picked up Sky and that was before we found you.”

“During my own adventure. Chasing down my zelda, fighting ganon, I traveled to the other dimensions. I went to Wind, Twilight and Time’s Hyrules as well.” Warriors clarified. “I don't really know how I got there I just kind of did.”

“That’s great but I’d like to get moving.” Sky said, he was getting jittery knowing what they were searching for was so close by.

“Heres the last ones.” Tempest shadow traveled in with Wind, Twilight, and Wild. “I’m going now.”

Before Tempest could leave Wind grabbed his arm. “Wait, I know where you’re going and I want to go with you. Please just wait till after we do this and let me come with you. I want to see them too.”

Tempest starred Wind down and the two passed a look of recognition as they shared some sort of secret they weren’t yet willing to share with the other lights.

“Fine, but don’t take forever. I’ve already been waiting years since I’ve been back.” Tempest considered. “Try and keep up with your baby sitters short stack.”

“I don’t need a babysitter.” Wind shot back at the dark confidently. “Try not to sulk the entire time I’m gone. I know I’m the only light in your life.”

“I’m going.” Watching Wind and his dark bicker was funny but they had somewhere to be and Sky wasn’t willing to wait any longer.

As he entered the door memories once again flowed, memories of Fi guiding him as he made his way through the temple. He went quickly through the temple, cutting down the spider webs with ease and pushing past the puzzles. Watching the enemies he was supposed to kill he instead hit the switch and progressed. The others almost had to run to catch up as he cleared the puzzles with ease.

Sky cut down enemies and used his slingshot to finish things out of reach. He hurried past every unnecessary trial and opened chest. Every step drew him closer and more and more he started to feel things, wistful feeling of missing someone, excitement at the end to this journey and determination flowed through him.

Finally they reached the door to the spring, no longer guarded with a goddess seal as it had been, Sky pushed the door open as the other heroes jogged to keep up. A few times he hear calls for his name and to slow down but nothing would stop him now, not when he was so close.

The area looked as he remembered it, several waterfalls fell into the pool below and the water shone as the sun hit it.

“We’re finally here.” Sky breathed as he bypassed the stepping stones and barreled directly into the water.

Sky knew the others must have followed him into the water cause he heard the vague sounds of splashing but he quickly went as deep as the pool would go and just laid down into the water. Something inside him started to shift and started to change, he could feel his apathy and anger, all the emotions that had bent upside him straining to get out disappeared as calm and tranquility rooted in its place.

For the first time since they had met the darks Sky reveled in a moment of contentedness.

#linkeduniverse #merged #altered #sky has emotions #and has to learn how to deal with them

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until-theend-oftheline · 5 years

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Kari’s Tom Hardy Writing Challenge

Since I am not hosting a quickie challenge this month I decided to try and do something different. This challenge is dedicated to the awesomeness that’s Tom Hardy. I picked a few of my favorite characters of his you can choose to write for - or you can do a rpf. If that sounds like something you might find fun - keep reading :D

Due Date: April 2nd (don’t worry about timezone. As long as it’s the 2nd somewhere it counts.)

Word min: 500 words

Word Max: 5k words

Style: It can be a drabble, one shot or beginning of a series. Do not put in in the middle of an ongoing series since I plan on reading them and don’t want to read 10 parts of something to understand the entry. If you create a series only part one has to be posted before the due date.

Fandom: Tom Hardy

Will you read and reblog my fic?

You betcha :D I am behind on reading for previous challenges so patience is a virtue here

When Do I Post?

Right now. Sign Ups start now and ends when there are no more prompts or when the due date rolls around

Genre: Anything you want. You have to be over 18 if you write smut and you always have to warn accordingly! Fluff, angst, AUs and crack are all welcome. I prefer none AUs - so fics that take place in the cinematic universe the character you choose is from. I don’t wanna limit you here though so if AU is what floats your boat, make it AU.

Limits on what you can write: No Mommy/daddy kinks, no non/dub con, no A/B/O, no merpeople. No underage. No incest or selfcest. No half animal anything please. No glorification on cheating(it’s okay as a plot device but use it with thought), no wife, s/o (even exes) or actor hate in rpfs! No monster or tentacle porn in Eddie Brock and/or Venom fics - if you got any questions at any time feel free to send me an ask,

Format: State in your A/N that it is for my (until-theend-oftheline) Kari’s Tom Hardy Challenge. And use the # Kari’s Tom Hardy Challenge in the first 5 tags.

Pairing and word count also have to be easy to spot in your header!

Submit: After you posted on tumblr you have to add yourself and your fic to this doc. If you don’t do this you will not be added to the masterlist I create when the challenge is over. If you got questions - just ask :D

Doc link it case tumblr is an ass: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Y_FzXxeqyJZI7bPvv4KLzJlok_jq47DZHeLyUVr_AcQ/edit?usp=sharing

How do I join?

You pick a quote (all are something either Tom or one of his characters said) and a pairing off the list. Send me the prompt number along with a backup just in case and your pairing of choice. ASKS ONLY!! REPLIES, REBLOGS AND IMS WILL BE IGNORED!

There are no limits on the pairings but I only allow 1 person per prompt so think before you sign up. If you don’t think you will be doing it then don’t take the spot from someone else. For now 1 person can sign up 2 times (one prompt per story).

All pairings must be x reader or OC or general fics:

Tom Hardy (rpf)

Reggie Kray

Alfie Solomons

James Delaney

Eddie Brock (you can use venom but no monster porn!)

Max

Forrest Bondurant

Eames

Prompts:

1 “That’s simple really. I just left him in a hole. The rest is history.” @erak-w (Alfie Solomons)

2 “What on earth are you on about?” @thatfanficstuff (Alfie Solomons)

3 “I’m singing right now on the inside. I’m dancing as well a little bit.” @marvelgirl7 (Eddie Brock)

4 “I like dogs more than people. Apart from the select few who I see as dogs.”

5 “Yes I was. Actually yes I was. Yes. Yeah. I can’t say anything about that.”

6 “I had no idea what we were doing. But I know it was awesome.”

7 “Put that in the swag pile”

8 “It’s quite hard to be Taboo when you got your hands tied. But it shouldn’t be. Paradoxically.”

9 “I’m gonna drink from a very small cup”

10 “We know it’s a drama cause I got my arse out”

11 “He’ll wake up. Granted he won’t have any teeth but he’ll be a wiser man for it” @queen-of-the-avengers (Tom Hardy)

12 “Who fights by the sword fucking dies by it”

13 “You can leave if you need to go to the little boys room or something” @seeingthestarsmakesmedream (Eddie Brock)

14 “Intelligence is a very valuable thing innit my friend? Usually it comes far too late.”

15 “There we must go we who wander this Wasteland, in search of our better selves.”

16 Hope is a mistake. If you can’t fix what’s broken you go insane”

17 “I tell myself they can’t touch me. They are long dead” @docharleythegeekqueen (Eddie Brock)

18 “It’s not the violence that sets men apart. It’s the distance he is willing to go”

19 “We are survivors. We control our fear. Without fear we are as good as dead”

20 “We lay down for nobody”

21 “Patience doesn’t get you what you want”

22 “I’m not being funny here but the thought of you mom answering that door is a bit shocking so...”

23 “You want me to deliver it? I ain't going for that door”

25 “Nonono let him in. He’s only little”

26 “You musn’t be afraid to dream a little bigger darling”

27 “You’re still working with that stick in the mud”

28 “Your condescension is as always much appreciated. Thank you.”

29 “Arrgh! Who said that?”

30 “Again? You’re gonna get me killed”

31 “No! We do not eat policemen”

32 “Don’t go around the back of the telly without you mom and dad watching you or touch any wires or look for a door”

33 “Making the effort to be good is really really important. But being yourself is more important.” @sillesworldofwriting (Eddie Brock)

34 “Leave me or take me. I’m a bag of twiglets. What’s up?!”

35 “She seems like the princess. In a nice way”

36 “Love all things unless it’s coming at you mate. In which case despatch it with the love.”

37 “I’m not really good with heights” @queen-of-the-avengers (Eddie Brock)

38 “I have a parasite”

39 “This is dead. Dead!” @becs-bunker (Eddie Brock)

40 “It’s a term of endearment” @until-theend-oftheline (Eddie Brock)

Challenge tags

@ifyougetkilled-walk-it-off @captain-rogers-beard @dolphinpink310 @grace-for-sale @docharleythegeekqueen @rebelslicious @thorne93 @hillywooddestiel @peterman-parker @queen-of-deans-booty @acreativelydifferentlove @emilyevanston @blacktithe7 @becs-bunker @roxyspearing @blacktithe7 @cassiefanfic @readitandweepfics @kayla-of-shield @fangirlextraordinaire @thatfanficstuff @danijimenezv @hopes-archer @marvelentertainment_madam08 @averyrogers83 @thelookingglassalice @slowlywithfreedom

#tom hardy #tom hardy writing challenge #kari's tom hardy challenge

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docholligay · 5 years

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The Mind of an Eagle, the Heart of a Dove: Part One of Two

Hello all! This is part one of a fic sponsored by @katrani, so anyone who wants to enjoy some fine Pharah screwing up but being determined action please let her know! Part two is next month, and from Mercy’s perspective, instead. 2500 words thank you for reading!!

Pharah did the things she was meant to do. The things she had been born for. This was her guiding light, to uphold the principles she had sworn herself to and to do it fully and without hesitation. It made life easier, when you had a guideline. When there is no question over the correct course, life falls into place. Less messy.

Given that she had simply continued to do these things, she struggled to understand why Mercy had simply made her coffee and stormed out of the apartment that morning, without even telling Pharah where she was going. Mercy had barely looked at her since yesterday, save for a few sniping questions and a slammed book in the reading nook.

And Pharah could not imagine why. She knew she was given to say the wrong thing in her desire for precision, but it was so unlike Mercy to simply be angry. Mercy often gently told her when she was too rough or too direct, when she had been insensitive to someone’s sore spot. Even Mercy’s own. But Pharah had said nothing she imagined would be hurtful, and indeed, after the rescue yesterday, there had been little to be said, comparing bruises and eating Indian takeout at Winston’s until they dropped off to go home and sleep.

Mercy was so obviously furious with her, and Pharah could not divine the reason.

She sighed heavily. If she asked Tracer, all Tracer would give her that look of amusement and pity, and say Pharah might try asking Mercy, instead of her. It would not be an unfair thing to say. Tracer was many things, but she was rarely unfair.

But she could not explain to Tracer that she felt she should not need to ask Mercy what was wrong. She knew so well, after the years they had been together, how Mercy’s feelings went, the things that made her happy or sad, and how rare it was of her to be angry. Mercy generally considered anger a vice, and not a virtue, and rarely gave in to it.

Pharah looked around the quiet and empty apartment, the one they had so carefully chosen together, the location and decor all researched and checked again, the long days they’d painted every room.

Tracer has a gift with people you do not.

It pained her to say it, but the thought was true. There were reasons far beyond her experience and rank that Tracer had been her natural choice for co-commander of Overwatch. Where Pharah was regimented, Tracer was flexible. Where Pharah was dependable, Tracer was nimble. Where Pharah was commanding, Tracer was affable.

It was silly, Pharah would often say, that Tracer was ever jealous of her, but she never added that she often felt jealous of Tracer.

It did no good to dwell on this situation, on Mercy’s anger, on her own confusion, on the knowledge that a tiny British bouncy ball might be her only savior. Pharah did the right thing, and because Pharah did the right thing, she would swallow the ember of her own pride, feel it burn all the way down, and ask Tracer what she might have done.

Mercy was worth burning for.

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The walk to the office from the apartment was mercifully brief, one of the many reasons they had selected it out of a multitude of options, but it gave her time to reflect on all the things she had said and done. The conflict had gone well enough, as much as could be expected, with little property damage and no civilian casualties. Even the team simply had a few bruises and cuts, Winston with a graze on his arm, the worst injury anyone could lay claim to. The dinner afterward had been the usual gathering in Winston’s home, more secure than the rest, until they felt the danger had reasonably passed and Talon was licking their wounds.

Mercy had pulled away from her that night. Had glowered at her, and snapped, and Pharah had seen tears in her eyes. When she’d asked what was wrong, Mercy had shaken her head, and drawn her shawl over her shoulders, and hurried home, alone, telling Pharah not to follow her.

Pharah ran the situation over and over again in her mind, but every time she tried to remember the words, all she could see were the tears in Mercy’s eyes, the way she pulled her shoulder away from Pharah’s, and these hieroglyphics held no meaning for her but sorrow.

The door creaked as she opened it, the bright tap tap tap of computer keys greeting her, accompanied by the fierce bubble of a water kettle and the cheerful hum of the office occupant.

“You were bloody brilliant last night, love,” Tracer did not wait for the door to close behind Pharah, “what with your swoop down into the middle of all them omnics. I mean, bloody stupid, but bloody brilliant,” she paused for a moment, “say it’s a rather me sort of maneuver, but you was the one what done it, not even waiting one bit for us to catch up with you, right?” She shook her head and grinned out the window, “Bloody brilliant, so it is.”

“Good morning.” She turned to hang up her coat immediately, keeping her voice neutral, afraid that Tracer would notice, even as she planned to ask. “I am pleased to see you are working on the press--”

“What’s the matter, Fareeha?” Her voice was kind but inquisitive, leaned forward over her desk now, her head cocked as she looked at Pharah.

Tracer’s mind paid attention to everything. Snippets of conversations she wasn’t having, the pattern on the wallpaper behind someone’s head, the smell of kebab down the block, and the downside to all of this was that her mind occasionally missed whatever it was Pharah was saying in all of the traffic.

Except, of course, when Pharah did not want her to notice something.

Pharah sighed, still facing the wall. She had known Tracer for years now, knew that once she had latched onto some perceived problem, she would refuse to let go until you had told her or she’d puzzled it out for herself. She was tenacious to a fault, and while this was useful in battle, it was less so standing in the office, wishing that she could simply ask Tracer, wishing that she could escape from the situation.

“It is nothing.” She lied, turning toward her desk.

“Oh come on--”

“Yes,” she turned back to face Tracer, to face the difficulty. She had come here to ask Tracer’s counsel, and here she was avoiding it. Mercy deserved better. “I--I would like to ask your advice. It is a personal matter.”

Tracer said nothing, something Pharah always claimed to want but never seemed to settle into easily.

“Angela,” She took a breath, at attention, hands behind her back, hating everything coming out of her mouth, hating that she had to say it to anyone, “She seems very upset with me. I cannot,” she gave a small sigh, afraid for a moment that she would break, that Tracer would see just how concerned she was, “I have tried to find a reason, and it eludes me. You have known Angela for many years, and you have a good sense of people. If you know the reason, I would appreciate knowing.”

“Aw yeah,” Tracer said, nodding, “last night. I mean, it ‘appens,” she chuckled, “Number of times Win’s near gone bloody mental over me, that ‘e’s not just told me to get stuffed is the miracle of me life, it is.”

Pharah stared at her. “I have no idea what you are talking about.”

“The Omnics. Last night.” Tracer leaned forward, eyes wide and nodding toward Pharah.

“We defeated them.”

“Right. You was in a real scrape, though, right love?”

Pharah shrugged. She had jumped into the middle of the group of omnics, that was true, but she knew her team was behind her, or would be soon and while it was risky, it was not, to Pharah’s mind, utterly careless. Innocent people could have been hurt, and it was Pharah’s duty to stop those things from happening. What she was born for.

She sat down at her desk and looked over at Tracer, in that same terrible silence.

“There was nothing in my manuver to be criticized.”

“You know,” Tracer looked out the window a moment, licked the edge of her lip, and began. “Crashed me glider when I was, must ‘ave been thirteen. Young. Just got me glider’s license. We was out over a field, and I, well, you know ‘ow I can be, right? Get a bit of the wind in me face, and I just--”

“Tracer.”

Tracer nodded, called back to the scene. “Right. So I’m a bit careless, I crash me glider, and its a bad crash, love, broke me collarbone, few ribs, me wrist. Bad bump to the ‘ead. “She indicated each spot on her body with a point of her finger, as if Pharah would not know otherwise,and then paused, looking off for a moment. “Now as I think on it, think it’s the worst crash I’ve ever been in. One where I got ‘urt the worst, at least. Well, except for, of course,” she tapped the edge of her CA, “this. Crawled out the wreck, rested me back against the fuselage. Waited.”

“I am fascinated to hear what this has to do with anything other than your congenital inability to employ caution” She drummed a pen against the desk, both distracted and annoyed.

“God, but you accuse me of ‘aving no bloody patience. So, me dad comes after me, right? He finds me and god, I’ve never seen ‘im so bloody angry, before or since.” Tracer shook her head and snorted, “‘Owled and screamed at me, ‘e did, told me I’s irresponsible and what the bloody fucking ‘ell was my problem, et cetera and all that. And let me tell you this, Fareeha Amari, that crash bloody well ‘urt but it was me dad what made me cry. ‘E did, ‘e yelled at me so ‘ard I burst into tears. Convinced ‘e hated me, I’s absolutely crushed, felt just awful for ruining the glider, all of those things. Cried the whole way to emergency.”

“Yes.” Pharah was never the best at active listening. Luckily, Tracer didn’t seem to mind.

“Later, in ‘ospital, me dad apologizes to me, says ‘e never should have said those things, and ‘e was so, so sorry, and ‘e loved me so much, and ‘e wasn’t angry over the glider at all.”

“Thought I’d lost you,’ was all he said, and that,” She smacked her hand against the desk and pointed to Pharah,”that was the moment, through this ‘aze of medication, I realized I’d scared the bloody ‘ell out of me dad. ‘E thought I’s dead, and when I wasn’t, well, ‘e ‘ad to be cross with someone for tearing ‘is ‘eart out, right? Protective, like.”

Pharah considered for a moment, looking down at the pen in her hand, rolling it over and over “Are you saying Mercy is not speaking to me because she loves me?”

“Oh see, you can take a parable as it’s meant!”

“I did not have so much as a broken rib.”

“But,” Tracer leaned back in her chair, apparently pleased with her pursuit of hidden knowledge, “you did rather fly out the frying pan into the fire, right? Not a thing you generally do love, that’s me job, so it is,” she gave a playful scowl and jumped back to sitting, “And don’t think I don’t notice you encroaching.” She looked up at the planes on the ceiling, “Ang ‘as ‘ad more than ‘er share of people come and gone. Bit ‘ard for ‘er to imagine you.” She tossed a pen at one of the planes, and it spun on its metal wire. “Not something you ‘ave to think about, what with the rules of engagement. No shooting the medic and all.”

Pharah knew it was true, even as Tracer said it. It was so easy to forget that Mercy had lost so much. She did not wall herself off from the world, had never become bitter or hard, she simply took each heartache, each lost team member or civilian into her heart and let it hurt her, again and again. And here Pharah had willingly put herself in harm’s way.

Had it really been necessary? She told herself it had been, that if she had hesitated, an innocent bystander might have been lost. But looking back now, that didn’t seem to be true. At least, she could not recall it. What she did recall was the joy and excitement she felt at diving into the fray, the way she’d smiled when she thought about how they would not be talking about Tracer’s daring, but Pharah’s, the logical and confident leader, now also the daredevil.

It had been selfish and vainglorious, and Pharah felt hot shame rise to her cheeks.

“She loves you, Fareeha, she’ll move on from it. Winston always does with me.”

“No.” Pharah shook her head.

“She will, love, don’t--”

Pharah raised her hand. “What I mean to say is, I will not let that be the end of it. I owe her,” she rose to her feet and tugged at her shirt to straighten it, “my truest apology. Do you never apologize?”

Tracer gave a smirk and a shrug. “If I’s to apologize, I ‘ave to think I won’t do it again. And I will. It’s part of me job description, part of me family line, part of, well, me, I suppose.”

“But not me,” Pharah nodded to her, “Selfishness masked as heroism was my mother’s game, and I will not allow it to be mine. I am no flank, no dogfighter, and I should not behave as if I am. Thank you, Tracer.”

She headed to the door, unsure of exactly what she would say to Mercy, or how she would say it, how she would soothe the secret hurts in her heart, the ones that Pharah had caused with her own need for attention, the sort of thing she had called out so many times in team members as unnecessary and childish.

The greatest battles Pharah had ever known were not the Omnics or Talon or anyone she had fought with Helix. No, she had been well prepared for all of those battles, her mind found the holds and worked a pattern to the top of the wall, no matter how high or how strong.

It was only on these fields of love and of emotion that she found herself unable to even hold the weapon. Her mother, her aunts, the people she had known and loved in her mother’s Overwatch, they had taught her to shoot and to study, to grow and to fight, but never the small and soft things, the things Pharah needed now most of all.

So she would work. Practice did not make perfect, but it made progress. She would think of what to say, think of what to do, and show Mercy that she would hold Mercy’s heart in her mind most of all.

Pharah did the things she was meant to do. The things she had been born for. And Mercy was her guiding light.

#HON HON HON

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skarletterambles · 5 years

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Mummy re-(re-re-re-)watch blog

Because sometimes self-care is rewatching your favorite movie for the first time in many years, I’m currently enjoying The Mummy (1999) on a nice big flat screen TV and eating pizza. Life is good.

Random thoughts typed while watching (so expect typos) below...

[Disclaimers: Obviously, this post contains massive spoilers for a 20-year-old movie, if anyone actually needs to be told that. There are spoilers for The Mummy Returns, as well. Also, I’m an unapologetic Imhotep fangirl so don’t expect me to talk about him like he’s some kind of villain. That’s just silly! Ahem. I have the hots for Rick and Ardeth, too, though, so the drool will be spread out a bit.]

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Imhotep’s priests really got the raw end of the deal. They were just there to watch the door and make sure nobody interrupted their boss’ booty call, and they ended up witnessing regicide and then getting mummified alive. Dang.

I bet the noise of the battle with all those horses and guns above him irritated Imhotep. No wonder he sent sand jets up to scare away Rick and the others. Damn kids, get off my lawn--er, necropolis!

Honestly, the havoc Evy wreaked on her library only made it look slightly worse than my workplace this summer. :p At least she didn’t have to worry about DVD shelving... [Only I get this reference, but trust me, to me it’s hilarious, in a “if I don’t laugh I’ll cry” kind of way.]

Rick is damn good-looking when he’s all bedraggled and beat up, and even better looking when he cleans up. The look on Evy’s face when she sees him after a haircut and a change of clothes, well... Same, girl. Same.

Beni is one of my favorite comic relief characters of all time.

The Med-Jai wouldn’t have threatened Evy on the boat if they knew she was the reincarnation of their long-dead boss’ daughter. I’m picturing Seti in the afterlife facepalming...

I had forgotten how hostile and scary the Med-Jai were at first.

It’s amazing how much of the dialogue comes back to me, though. Even throwaway background lines like Jonathan complaining about the price of the camels.

Evy’s sheer joy over everything camel-related is so freaking adorable.

That first chitter of scarab beetles...my least favorite part of the movie. Heh.

I can just imagine Imhotep in his sarcophagus, feeling the first hint of movement around him in over 3,000 years, and then freaking out as his sarcophagus falls through the ceiling and goes THUMP on the ground. And then there’s screaming and everyone leaves. He’d be like, WTF?

“He must have been someone of great importance...or someone who did something very naughty.” Both correct, Evy...

It’s so not fair that Ardeth can be that drop-dead sexy-looking and have such a sexy voice.

And here’s that “I...AM A LIBRARIAN!” line that everyone in my line of work loves so much. Heehee...

Mummy: *bursts out of sarcophagus* Evy: “Gah, I hate it when these things do that!” LMAO

Of course Imhotep scratched “Death is only the beginning” into the inside of his sarcophagus lid like a bored emo kid in study hall.

“If you dry that fella out you might be able to sell ‘im for firewood!” As I’m sure the writers knew, they actually did burn mummies to fuel trains back in less enlightened times. And grind them up for medicine and paint and all kinds of stupid, disrespectful things.

I love how they refer to Imhotep as “our friend” and “our guy” when they’re discussing how horrible his curse was. That sympathy fades quickly enough once they meet him, though.

“Probably got a little too frisky with the Pharaoh’s daughter.” No, Rick, that’s you. Bwahahahaha!

“No harm ever came from reading a book.” Evy, you’re a librarian. You should know better.

Poor Imhotep must have been so stiff after not moving for a few thousand years. I bet he had to do some stretches before he went looking for people to drain life force from.

Forecast for today: mostly sunny with a 90% chance of locust plague.

Gotta love Imhotep’s one-track mind. Woke up for the first time in 3k years, just regained sight and speech, and the first freaking thing he does is assume the first woman he sees is Anck-su-Namun. Because of course he does.

I wonder if Ardeth got any backlash from the rest of the Med-Jai for giving the interlopers a chance to leave Hamunaptra. If he had just slaughtered them all the previous night, none of this mess would have happened.

“He will never eat. He will never sleep. He will never stop.” Awwwwwyeah.

Because he looks so rotted, Imhotep looks threatening as he slowly advances on Beni, but if he was fully regenerated I bet his expression would have been confused and even slightly amused at Beni’s religious roulette, something along the lines of “WTF is this idiot doing?”

Imhotep, did you really need to wear a mask to meet a blind guy? (I know, I know, he needed the disguise to get through the hotel, but it’s still funny.)

He was even polite enough to thank Evy for saving him from undeath. What a nice mummy!

Med-Jai discussing Imhotep and Anck-su-Nam: “Even after 3,000 years, he’s still in love with her.” Evy: “Well, that’s all very romantic, but...” Me: “Yes. Yes it is. Shut up.”

“You came back from the desert with a new friend, didn’t you, Beni?” One of my all-time favorite lines, and one I randomly quoted to my late goldfish, Benny, many times over the years. LOL

Couldn’t Beni have found some better clothes for Imhotep to wear? Those ragged robes make him look like a beggar. Although considering he was running around in nothing but a few wisps of rotten bandages before, they couldn’t afford to be choosy.

The casual way Imhotep chews that scarab beetle that crawled into his mouth is such a power move. LMAO

The longing in his voice as he whispers Anck-su-Namun’s name almost makes up for the fact that he kissed Evy right afterward. I know you’re impatient to get your girlfriend back, man, but control yourself. :p

Another classic bit: Evy, trying to translate hieroglyphics: “Patience is a virtue!” Rick, looking at incoming torch-bearing mob: “Not right now it isn’t!”

The crowds chanting “Im-ho-tep” are so iconic, and the way they part to let him pass gives me shivers.

“It’s the creature!” Thanks for the reminder, as he’s now fully regenerated and looking damn fine.

OMG that little smirk Imhotep gives to Rick as he turns to walk away with Evy... Imhotep isn’t stupid. He can see Rick’s in love with her.

Ardeth wearing that flight cap and goggles, grinning as he rides on the plane’s wing, is the funniest damn thing in the movie. It’s such a departure from his usual demeanor, which is what makes it work so well from a comedic perspective.

Why did Imhotep stop the sand vortex so far from Hamunaptra? He could have deposited himself, Beni, and Evy on the doorstep, but instead he stopped on the other end of the valley. I mean, sure, it gives plenty of room for the famous sand wall attack scene, but it was still weird.

Evy: “Stop it! You’ll kill them!” Beni: “That’s the idea.” Well...YEAH!

Beni to Imhotep: “I loved the, uh, sand wall trick, it was beautiful. Bastard.” That’s funny enough, and then you remember that Imhotep doesn’t understand English, and it’s even funnier. Stop trying to brown-nose a man who doesn’t speak your language, Beni!

The whole Winston subplot always seemed so pointless. Just deus ex machina to get the airplane in there. Honestly, that’s my only complaint about the movie.

Yeah, Imhotep, you had better bow back when your newly-risen priests bow to you. You owe them big time after the shitstorm you dragged them into.

OMG Ardeth is even more gorgeous in the glow of gold artifacts. Heehee...

And then some of Imhotep’s priests barely rise from the ground before being mowed down by machine gun fire. Damn, they get the short end of the stick every time, don’t they?

One second I’m like, “Oh hai Anck. You need to moisturize better, lawl,” and then the next Imhotep strokes her face with such tenderness and whispers her name and I’m like, “Awwwww!” That’s what’s so much fun about these movies. There’s the silly, campy fun intertwined with actually poignant, emotional moments, in perfect balance.

I just noticed that Anck-Su-Namun’s reaction to being resurrected both in the prologue and later as a mummy was the same gasp and fluttering of her hands over her collarbone. Neat detail.

There’s this little glimmer of “Whoa, cool, I did that!” sometimes when Imhotep uses his powers. It’s adorable. (Yes, I just called an undead plague-bringer summoning mummified soldiers to kill his enemies “adorable.” I warned you in the disclaimer.)

I love how Anck-su-Namun’s first response when waking up was to try to beat the crap out of Evelyn/Nefertiri. Old habits die hard, y’know. She was probably disappointed that her opponent didn’t remember the old ways of combat...yet.

I hate that poor Imhotep had to watch the love of his life be killed in silhouette twice.

And again he promises, “Death is only the beginning.”

Then it’s time for one last moment of Ardeth being hot beyond all reason, some Rick and Evy kisses, Jonathan getting a face full of camel breath, and a happy ending for at least those four characters. ;)

The end...for now!

#the mummy

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stardustandbucky · 6 years

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Basket Case

pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

summary: bucky deserves a break, reader is there to hold him together through the breaking process.

word count: 1754

note: this is for my queen @killmongerdreams‘s song roulette writing challenge that she made like 8 months ago and im generally a shitty writer so here’s my submission mid-august. title obviously inspired by the song. angst galore i think so if you feel deeply about one james barnes then proceed with caution. tysm to @eightiesbucky and @prettyyoungtragedy for beta’ing.

prompt: (song) Cellophane by Sia

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Lugging several heavy paper bags of grocery, she locked her car and began to make her way up the steps to her porch, when she stopped cold in her tracks. A silhouette sat on the steps, blocking the light from the overhead porchlight and casting a bulky and - if she didn’t know any better - very scary shadow on the ground below. If he noticed her presence in the darkness of the night, then he made no indication of it.

Look at me, I’m such a basket case

Delivered to you wrapped in cellophane

Waiting on your doorstep everyday

Deliver, a basket filled with pain

She took a moment to take in the mental state he could be in, judging by his seemingly defeated body language. His head was hanging so low it was almost below his shoulders, dark hair covering his beautiful azure eyes and probably bitten-red lips. His whole body looked like a live wire just about ready to explode - that’s how she knows he’s staying with her for the night.

Bucky always ends up at her doorstep on the worst nights. It would usually begin with him going out for a walk to distract his mind by people-watching, but would more often than not end with him in all his cracked glory, inches away from completely falling apart. Bucky always fought the exact same internal war within himself when he reached Y/N’s porch, blaming himself for bringing her his own pain and sorrow and becoming a burden on her otherwise very mundane and safe life.

Patience is your virtue, saint o’mine

I’d have fallen through the cracks without your love tonight

I’m your groundhog and I’m skating on thin ice

Y/N, on the other hand, invited him in. She coddled him and took care of him, fed him and gave him a lap to lay his head on and hands that run through his hair, every single time and without fail. Her patience with him was endless, Bucky was more than sure that he’d have lost his mind ages ago and would’ve had to be put back in cryo if it weren’t for her presence. He was always a hairline fracture away from breaking, but when he was with her he forgot about all the cracks inside him and could focus on her actions thoughts and feelings, instead of drowning in what’s inside of himself.

Tonight, she knew is worse than most nights, so she rushed to unlock the door to her house, managing to deliberately brush against the side of his bionic arm on her way- in order not to startle him with any skin-on-skin contact, and to silently tell him that I’m here for you, anything you need.

Through that one simple action, she felt the tremors making their way through his body, felt how close he is to losing himself, just how afraid he was of it, and how much effort it was taking him to keep himself together. Just long enough until he could be surrounded by her warmth and feel her hands run through his hair. That’s what it usually took to keep him tethered to the points of contact between them so that he can prevent himself from falling into the terrifying oblivion he thought he would never be able to come back from. Just long enough until she could come and hold him together while he falls apart.

He looked up with glazed over eyes, showing a mind that is barely hanging onto the thread keeping him present in this reality. His lips trembled when he made the effort to get his throat working and croaked out, “I’m so fucking sorry, Y/N. I don’t mean or want to be your basket case. I-”

The grim look on Y/N’s face, the stern glint in her eyes and the firm, “No,” she gave him told him that she wasn’t going to take any of what he was saying.

But you see me at your feet and carry me inside

She dropped the grocery bags on the kitchen counter at record speed and rushed back out on the porch to put a grounding hand on his leather-covered metal hand so as to usher him inside to the warmth of her modest house. She didn’t bother peeling her coat or his jacket off of either of them, she knew that every second she wasted was a second closer to some very-hard-to-repair mental damage.

Can’t you see I’m wrapped in cellophane

Watch the blood pump through my veins

Electricity floods my brain

Can’t hide the pain, can’t hide the pain

When you’re wrapped in cellophane

She heard the first choked sound just as she maneuvered Bucky’s head into her lap while she sat cross-legged above him. The suddenness of the sound made Y/N feel her own heart fracturing.

A head massage isn’t gonna do it.

She swiftly hooked her arms under his and somehow lifted him enough so that his back was to her chest. She wraped her arms across his torso and pulled him to her as tight as she could. Her hands framed his face softly from behind, feeling more than seeing and tracing his features from memory.

The tape that had been wrapping Bucky together so far was falling apart quicker than he thought it should, resulting in him being in his current state. All he saw when he looked at his own hands side by side were the veins pumping blood in his flesh hand and the phantom veins that should exist why aren’t they there on his bionic one. All he remembered when he closed his eyes was the feeling of the mouthguard filling his mouth and the phantom ache in his teeth from biting into it so hard, hearing the buzz of the electricity from The Chair and the sickening dread that pours from his stomach throughout his whole being whenever he was forced to sit in it. If he stayed still long enough, he could still remember the feeling of the electricity flooding his head and jumbling it so bad that his brain has no choice but to turn into unusable mush.

When cellophane is the only thing holding you together, no matter how hard you try to hide it, your pain and brokenness doesn't disappear. Nothing can hide it. Even if you think you’ve gotten good enough in pretending otherwise, there’s always some people who always know what you’re going through.

Look at me, I’m such a basket case

While I fall apart, you’ll hide all my pills again

And all the things I need to hear you say

You’ll watch as all my thoughts get right back on the train

Bucky had lost control of his limbs, or maybe he was too inside his own head to know what his body was doing to itself. Because his flesh hand started scratching over his layers of clothes covering his left shoulder, while his left hand pressed so hard into his right hip it looks like it fucking hurt. But he didn’t stop.There was a hysterical and terrified look on his face when Y/N climbed off of the couch they were sat on to take his face firmly into her hands to try and tether him back to the ground through her own touch.

She was almost shaken off by Bucky’s vigorous quivering and she distantly registered that there were tears streaming down her own face too but she didn’t care because this innocent man sitting right in front of her is breaking and he doest deserve all this pain. And yet, all she could do was pull his face into the crook of her neck and place firm close-lipped kisses on his head while he sobbed and trembled and she just felt so weak and useless goddamnit.

“It’s all over, Buck. They’re never getting to you again, I promise. I’ll move the forces of heaven and earth and go to hell before I let any of them even get the chance to lay a hand on you. You’re right here with me and I’m never letting you go. None of what you’re remembering and thinking of right now is ever going to repeat. Please come back to me Bucky, please. I need you to be here with me, can you do that? Can you look at me and give me a nod if all of you is here?”

After another few minutes of trying to coax him back to her, he managed to look back at her with drained, defeated eyes- present eyes nonetheless. Bucky nodded at her, letting her know that a part of him heard her request and he wasn’t actively falling apart anymore.

She sighed out a deep sigh of relief, brought her forehead to rest on his. Y/N closed her eyes and began rambling out of pure relief, "You’re okay, always gonna be when you’re with me. You don’t deserve any of the pain you go through, I wish I could take it all away from you. You deserve a better life and the universe is just fucking cruel for putting you through what it has.”

Somewhere throughout her ramble, she felt his hands on her cheeks, wiping her own actively streaming tears. Y/N cut her rant off and opened her eyes, looking directly his own sad ones. “I’m so sorry this world broke you this much. You deserve so much better and I don’t know how to give it to you. Please tell me what I can do for you to right at least a fraction of what shitty fate has done to you. Just- just tell me what I can do for you Bucky,” she sagged into him from her position on the floor in front of where he sat on the couch.

Bucky just kept caressing her cheeks with his thumbs, neither of them knowing if their tears have stopped or not. He closed his eyes, slowly and innocently leaning forward.

Two pairs of lips touch, not out of want or need, but out of a much deeper drive that neither of them could deny. Maybe it’s the universe trying to fix the mistakes it had made with Bucky, bringing him the first good thing when he needed her most, properly sealing the bond that is currently searing ineradicable marks of each other on their hearts.

Can’t you see I’m wrapped in cellophane

Watch the blood pump through my veins

Electricity floods my brain

Can’t hide the pain, can’t hide the pain

When you’re wrapped in cellophane

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im-fairly-whitty · 6 years

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do you think its bad that im 17 and still havent had my first kiss, or even held hands with a boy? I’ve had crushes, and gone on some dates, but it never ends up working out. I know im still young and got time to find someone who loves me one day, but i’m always so jealous of people in relationships or when they talk about all the cute things they do together. I think im just in love with love, but no one feels the same way about me as i do about them.

Well, I’m not super sure why you’ve come to me Anon, but you know what, I feel ya, so let’s talk.

First of all, seventeen is a really weird age. It’s the last year before you’re “an adult” (which by the way, I’ll be 24 next month and I still don’t feel very adultish sometimes) and so there’s a lot of pressure to have lived your teenage dreams already before you pack up and ship out to whatever comes after high school. You’ve survived 14 and 15 and 16, meaning you’ve dealt with a lot of crap and survived, making you feel like you’ve gotten the kind of life experience necessary to reach that mysterious level of “understanding life,” like the grownups always talk about.

And to a degree, yeah. Seventeen was the first time I remember actually seeing the world around me and being like “huh, okay, so this is life. I’ve arrived.” It was my mental “save point” for a long time, where I always assumed in my mind that I was seventeen for the next few years because that was an important personal milestone in my self-awareness.

But that said, seventeen is so so young. It’s making my bones creak to type this, but being seven years past seventeen has given me an awful lot of perspective on just how young it really is. You’re aware of the world around you and of yourself, but you’ve only just stepped up to the starting line of adulthood my friend. You’re just getting to the end of your Life Tutorial before level one really starts.

And I’m not saying that like it’s a bad thing, it’s actually a really exciting thing because you have SO many crazy and brilliant and amazing things ahead of you that you haven’t even dreamed up yet, because that’s just how life works. But also be aware that most media targeted at teenagers presents the best years of your life as being contained within your high school years.

Every Disney channel show and even most movies with teenage characters feature guys and gals who have established their personal aesthetic, have discovered their calling in life, have established their friends and enemies, and who most importantly have found their true love, or at the very least have had some very sweet romance experience. All before graduating high school.

This is not real. Life does not work that way. More often than not it’s during college years that you really learn to be comfortable in your own skin, and even then you keep changin gand changing as the years go by, what you do in high school will look laughably inconsequential to you several years from now as long as you did your best and kept your nose clean

But in the moment, when you see other teenagers around you who seem to have this Disney channel dream, it can be tempting to assume that you’re missing out and panic, but it’s important to remember that:

1. Even popular kids and teenagers in relationships feel like their lives are a mess. That’s just what being a teenager is, no one escapes that.

2. Relationships in high school is usually a special kind of train wreck that just teaches you different life lessons, not necessarily better ones. Even when it’s a healthy relationship, just by virtue of the fact that you’re both hormone happy teens trying their hardest to figure things out.

Is it “bad” that you haven’t kissed or held hands with a boy yet? Nah. I hadn’t either when I was your age, but I’ve had relationships and physical affection since then and even though the wait was maddening, when I finally got there I didn’t feel like I’d “missed out,” because I realized it would have been bad timing for me personally to have had a relationship earlier than that.

Is it normal to be jealous of people who are in relationships? Yeah. That’s like literally the most human thing ever. Go ahead and cut yourself some slack for that one, it’s totally normal and doesn’t go away, even though you learn to handle it better after your teen years. (Kinda like acne.)

I really like what you said about “I think I’m just in love with love,” because that shows a really admirable level of self-awareness. You recognize that what you’re craving maybe isn’t the actual person of affection, but the experience of affection. That’s a super normal desire, it’s all the chemicals and hormones in your brain shifting into their places as you mature and saying “you know what sounds great? some emotional commitment and physical devotion. that sounds really nice.”

It’s not your soul crying out because it is incomplete without another person to validate you with kisses. It’s not your value as a human dropping with every moment that your hand goes unheld. It’s literally your brain wanting to try out the new romance extension pack it just installed in your brain and getting mad because it wants to try out all the new levels.

Which is to say, go ahead and relax. It feels like a lot of pressure in your head, but it’s really all in your head. You’re right, you are young, and you have literal decades ahead of you to find people who you click with in a romantic way.

Most of those people will be temporary, and you’ll learn something from each of them, but keep focusing on developing yourself as an individual in the meantime so that when you do meet “Mr. Right” you’ll have developed yourself into the strong and confident person that will be able to build a beautiful relationship with them that can last. And it will last because you will have had the patience to wait for someone who is a real match for you, instead of just settling for someone who will give you physical affection.

Keep on keeping on Anon, being single sucks sometimes, I know, but you’ve got a whole lot of great coming up in your future that doesn’t hinge on having a significant other.

So enjoy loving and building yourself for now. Let the good things come to you as you strive to become the best you that you can be.

#long post #long answer #Wit talks

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juunshua · 6 years

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henlo! can u post a gif tutorial cause your gifs are so pretty and look amazing, even on mobile which messes up with everythjng 😆

ahh anon u flatter me!! thank you for your kind words!!! i honestly have ways to go, but it means a lot that u say this thank you

so for starters i have a mac + photoshop cs5 so a lot of this tutorial will be based on what you do for that, but i’m sure u could do the same thing on pcs (actually pcs have more programs available so i highly recommend, if u have a pc, finding a tutorial that is based around pcs) and other photoshop versions too! but i think the general process is still the same, a different tutorial might just be more nuanced^^

1. Finding/downloading your video~so for normal mp4 videos on youtube i use this website. it’s pretty useful it can download from actually a wide variety of sites like naver (up till 1080p!) ~for v app videos i use this site~ts files i find on kpopexciting or kpop24hrs (u need an account for kpop24hrs i think to download video but! signing up isnt difficult and its nothing fishy. i use it a lot esp for older ts files it has a good archive, kpopexciting tends to be faster though.)~the higher quality files you find the better! i find that it tends to go mp4~honestly finding the right high quality video is a HUGE part of making gifs look nice2. Extracting your video~there are many many many ways to extract your video but I highly recommend downloading avisynth! There are ways to download it for pc! avisynth is beautiful because it doesn’t really reduce the quality of your video to the extent that photoshop does, plus it can extract 60fps from ts files. some gifs ive made through avisynth ( x x x ) if you’re interested in avisynth further, tumblr user @/brandinator is a good place to start! if you want to know more regarding how to use it and a different tutorial through that, let me know! ~now i’m not sure if there is an avisynth tutorial for mac anymore, BUT theres another great program, vapoursynth, that mac users can look into. here’s a tutorial that i’ve found~Before I got avisynth I used VLC player for ts files but I had to basically screenshot each frame individually. Some gifs I’ve made through this method ( x x x ). these gifs are 60fps only bc i found a user who uploaded the ts file in 60fps. usually you cant get 60fps w/o avisynth. but this is also me saying that if you cant get avisynth or vapoursynth, there are still ways to work around it i think! one of my fav giffers for the longest time didnt use either!! and sharpening and coloring were always on point.~I think pcs can use kmplayer? id look into that if you have a pc~for normal mp4 videos I just use photoshops ‘import video frames to layers’ option (under file in the menubar)! you can use avisynth as well, but for me it takes forever to extract what i want in avisynth (minimum like a minute ish), whereas ps can get the part of the video i want to gif in a couple of seconds. I think it’s self explanatory but basically you find the video you want to extract, find where u want ur gif to start, and for photoshop cs5, you hit the ‘shift’ key and let the part u want giffed in the video play. when youre done u lift the shift key and hit ‘ok’ (idk if it differs for different versions of ps). i extract all!!! frames!! it makes it look smoother too :)

3. Coloring/Sharpening/Cropping/Etc~now this is the step that I can’t really give a tutorial on because honestly it varies for everyone! but i feel that this is the step that a lot of ppl need guidance with (me included) because it is the hardest step, probably because it is so ‘up in the air’ for lack of a better word? there is no one right way of doing it the possibilities are literally endless but here are some tips~Coloring: ~most important rule: don’t whitewash ur gifs!! ~other than that, the world is yours. ~honestly have fun with this part! coloring is something that i haven’t fully learned yet ~i tend to play around mainly with the curves, selective color, hue/saturation, and color balance layers ~you can also download psds other ppl have made (i dont do this myself) and use those! ~also i feel that a lot of the times, the right coloring can make ur gif seem higher quality. coloring can also play a role in reducing gif size if u do it correctly. ~honestly this part is just a lot of experimentation, over the course of a gifset and over the course of time in general. some people find their coloring style easily, but i was not one of those people. ive spent a lot of time trying to figure out how to adjust what layers to get the colors that i want and i think only as of this era ive been able to execute the coloring i had pictured in my mind. so patience is a virtue!!! ~Sharpening: ~ah yes my biggest enemy: sharpening ~first things first, i sharpen my gifs using smart sharpen + topaz ~settings for my smart sharpen are 500%; 0.4 ~check the box that says ‘more accurate’ and i personally remove ‘gaussian blur’ ~some people also use topaz denoise, and/or topaz clean ~ honestly topaz is a lifesaver for me bc it smoothes out a lot of grain that can be introduced via coloring! also!!! it can reduce gif size by a lot!!!!!!!!!!! ~on topaz denoise i hit the ‘light’ setting on the side and adjust the settings accordingly ~idk how to use topaz clean even though I have it, because it refuses to work ~to apply topaz you have to hit ‘flatten frames into layers’ ~some gifs i’ve made with just topaz and no avisynth ( x x x x) ~there are ways to make it look nice without topaz but i’ve forgotten how after i got it ~id duplicate the frame then use smart sharpen and ‘gaussian blur’ under ‘blur’ ~then adjust the opacity levels in some way. ~my settings for the opacity levels aren’t good so i’ll refrain from sharing ~some gifs ive made through this method ( x x ) ~last but not least i’ll bring up avisynth again. avisynth is nice at preserving video quality ~a lot of ppl i know say they don’t even sharpen gifs out of avisynth ~here are some gifs i have made with avisynth + topaz ( x x x x x x x ) ~honestly when it comes to sharpening, im still floundering with it. my sharpening needs a lot of work but, amongst the people who i consider good sharpners, most of them use avisynth, topaz denoise and/or clean, and smart sharpen! so all the resources are here !

~Cropping: ~it’s super important to follow tumblr dimensions otherwise gifs come out looking grainy! even when they’re not ! (case in point: x in which i used 168 instead of 178 for the dimensions)~Timing: ~Timing is so important!!! I almost forgot!! Always make sure u dont have duplicate frames for starters! for 60fps source videos i use .03, for mp4s i typically use .04 but sometimes the frame rate is kinda funky so you may have to go slower accordingly! and the important thing about timing is that if u use smart object, when u save ur gif, it’ll be in a different timing? like .04 gets changed to .07 but in order to fix that, u can simply just save ur gif in the wrong timing, and then reopen the gif in ps, simply change the timing to what u want on all ur frames, and then save it again!! idk if that made any sense but laskdjf this was the biggest mystery for me for so long omg4. Saving the gif~personally the save settings I use are “Selective/Adaptive” ; “Diffusive”; Dither: 100%; 256 colors. sometimes this makes the gif super grainy so i use “pattern” instead of “diffusive” in those instances5. Pray Perseverance ~a lot of the time when you’re giffing, gifs won’t come out the way you want it (i’m sure for every gifset i’ve uploaded on tumblr, there’s a gifset that i started making and never finished because it looked really bad). idk sometimes it feels like photoshop has its own will, sharpenings wont always work the same way each time, video quality won’t be the way you want it, i’m honestly still very experimental right now I don’t have ps figured out at all. so yeah…sometimes all u can do is that when u hit that save for web button (that ruins everything alskf), pray that ps doesnt mess it up too bad ahahaha but also that even when it does, its okay and you can try again! or try something new!

this is a super generic guide! let me know if you need more information!

#anon #replies

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fracturedxprospice · 6 years

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RP PLOTTING CHEAT-SHEET

want new-and-exciting plots for your character? long to reach out to more of your followers, but don’t know where to start? fear not! fill out this form and give your rp partners both present and future all the of juicy JUMPING OFF POINTS they need to help you get your characters acquainted.

be sure to TAG THE PLAYERS WHOSE CHARACTERS YOU WANT MORE CUES TO INTERACT WITH, and REPOST, DON’T REBLOG! feel free to add or remove sections as you see fit. template here.

MUN NAME: Jaymi & Pashy are the go tos but I’m down for whatever anyone calls me ^-^ OOC CONTACT: Preferably Discord (citrusantiseptic#7843 and if anyone catches the reference you get 10pt in the friendship fuck it bucket). Just let me know who you are and stuff because I have been avoiding Tumblr IMs like the plague, especially since Tumblr IMs just stresses me out for some reason.

WHO THE HECK IS MY MUSE ANYWAY:

My muses are Certified Garbage Fire Kids. So here’s a little crash course; essentially all my muses are connected and at the center there’s this shadow organization called SUPERSTITION that regulates and hides supernaturals existence from the public eye. They’re borderline shadow government (but they have facilities all throughout the world so... organization). Anyhow, they’re heavily corrupt and lie and manipulate these “monsters” because they view them as less than people. Though some Supernaturals have gotten their hands in the organization unbeknownst to the human front runners, they tend to mistreat the creatures (honestly, ask Isis. Ask me. Cause that’s... Wowee!! More at 11). Their main goal is to manifest or create and control a creature that could wipe out all other supernaturals, and most of the mythicals are far too busy with their own personal or contained problems that no one’s really paying much attention.

POINTS OF INTEREST:

I believe this post covers most everything I got about SUPERSTITION...so far. If you’re looking for lore, I haven’t posted that stuff yet. If you’re looking for solo character well... I don’t have their tags back up yet so patience is a virtue. I’m more than willing to give someone a tag for a particular character if they want to read up on them a little more.

WHAT THEY’VE BEEN UP TO RECENTLY:

Depends on thread and verse. Everyone has their own experience with a character and it nudges my character toward an end. Nothing more can really be said here.

WHERE TO FIND THEM:

Most tend to stick to crowded populations but some tend to stay away from people for various reasons. They all travel around fairly frequently, most because they’re forced to, some because they like to. You’ll find them wherever the wind blows, usually.

CURRENT PLANS:

None worth mentioning... Especially because some of the plans I have are better as drabbles. Lol

DESIRED INTERACTIONS:

All of them. Literally, whatever you got, I want. Gimme what you got.

OFFERED INTERACTIONS:

No one really takes up the pre-est offer but I’m always up to plotting. The only thing I won’t do is pre-est romance and for a past romance, I would definitely like to test the waters of that before I fully consent to something like that. A lot of my muses feel physical attraction more than... Basically any other kind of attraction.

CURRENT OPEN POST/S:

Since they aren’t on the navi page and totally though it was XD

ANYTHING ELSE?:

My activity can be sporadic and all over the place. My motivation for everything goes all over the place and my mind is very disorganized. I forget things a lot so remind me if I miss something. And just because I may ship something doesn’t mean my muse will go for it. Please don’t take me liking something as a confirmation of a ship cause it’s not always the case.

TAGGED BY: i stole TAGGING: whoever wants

#Living Like Kings With Broken Strings { outofcharacter ||#cw long post #{(i forgot this was in my drafts XD )}

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fairydata · 6 years

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hi ! i read you also suffer with SAD, i recently started a new job and i make so many mistakes and people lose their patience with me quickly and i keep getting panic attacks. how do you deal with angry customers with social anxiety disorder?

well. let me just say you are NOT ALONE SIS !!! so first of all, you probably already know this but take your time, you will get there. when i first started my job i was TERRIBLE, and was so slow due to having like 2 brain cells :) and my boss was a DICKHEAD to me and i had to learn while being shouted at basically :) he actually apologised to me later down the road and he is fine now that i know what im doing, and i’m actually one of his favourite employees due to my capability, reliability and experience now in the job. MORAL OF THE STORY : PATIENCE IS A VIRTUE ! some people just need time to learn. and people who have a temper are usually very stupid and don’t know how to empathise with people lol

when customers get upset with me I just think “lol.. this is so stupid’ and I show them that them being angry doesn’t effect me at all, even if that is a lie to protect myself and that i am actually afraid and feel threatened bc of my anxiety. now angriness scares me less. i know that when people lash out at strangers it usually says way more about that person. it tells me they are probably helpless, and have nothing better to do. i don’t understand people who yell at stangers over trivial things, so that terrifies me. i used to get angry back to defend myself since the customer would usually be totally wrong and has no reason to shout at me, but i stopped, because angry people just want to be entertained and be engaged with anger. i started to act more professional and treated them kindly, the opposite of their behaviour, they usually begin to feel embarrassed and sorry for treating you so horribly (not all the time tho). kill them with kindness.

but still i know it’s so hard to deal with this because you are probably able to think rationally but you still get the symptoms because of the disorder (story of my life) but the more you internalise it you will eventually start to believe it subconsciously and your symptoms will lessen in severity, though it can take time. i kept telling myself “when they yell at you just dont worry about it. It’s not a big deal is it? If they get upset they are putting themselves below you, dont be afraid.“

confidence is also a huge thing. ive been reading loads of confidence essays and self help books lately in an attempt to build up my confidence, since i realised i basically had none and no wonder i found encounters that are threatening to be so debilitating psychologically. so far it has helped a lot and i am able to face people with more confidence in general.

i still get physical symptoms if the customer gets violent (like today when a woman slammed money on the counter because she thought i ordered something that she didnt even tell me to order so she was angry im not psychic)) i usually forget what im saying, shake (this is the most embarrassing bc people can tell i’m nervous from the shaking and that makes me feel worse), my heart races, my voice becomes quieter etc etc. i havent learned to get over that so lol if anyone knows how to reverse disordered behaviour HMU bc i cant afford therapy :D !! the only thing that helps is deep breathing and holding something

btw, the line that you can always fall back on and rely on is “my manager says.. ”

thank you for asking and i hope this helped you ^_^

#anxiety #social anxiety #disorder #asks #about me

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RUSTAM AND SOHRAB

The story of Rostam and Sohrab (Rustum and Sohrab / Rustam and Suhrab) is a Persian epic which is also an episode in Shahnameh in Persian mythology. It is an example of a dramatic irony. A dramatic irony is when the audience is aware about a certain situation in a story that the characters, themselves, don't know. Some people were confused why is it considered as irony. Well, if you've understand the story, you'll see the big plot twist that Sohrab is the son of Rustam which he thought that his enemy.

There are two main highlights of the story. One is that Rustam and Sohrab fought so hard against each other. Second is that Rustam was only able to recognize Sohrab as his son when he saw the bracelet after he defeated him to death. Ironic, right? This is the irony of their lives. Rustam fought for his land and seeks long to find his son only to end up protected his land by killing his son which was also his enemy without knowing him.

After all, Rustam is considered an epic hero since he fought for his land. Long ago, men are known for their bravery and strenght. A man should have this trait and being able to fight for something is a plus for their character. Rustam fought in a plain armor which isn't usual for warrior and he is also an invincible warrior.

I came to a realization in Sohrab's last words. It's true that we always know and tell the truth if we reach the end. We have all the time in our hands but we always chose to say the truth when we were caught red-handed. Its either we are afraid of the consequences or we don't want to miss our last shot.

"Truth sits upon the lips of dying men."

TROY

Troy is an epic historical war film released on 2004. The story is about a battle between Sparta and Troy. This movie has tough characters which can be inspire us into becoming one. There are certain situations which give us lesson (may be unnoticeable) that we may apply on our daily lives.

The scene where Archilles was given the chance to live a happy and peaceful life or fought with no assurance of coming back alive hits me. As someone who is a risk taker, I always make impulsive decisions not even knowing the consequences. Sometimes I do things out of curiosity.These experiences taught me things I do not know before. I like to do unsure things to explore. The scene also taught me the importance of decision making. Most of the time, we end up with just two choices in life and sometimes we cannot risk to take down one. This made us think critically, to choose the best of the best. We need to lose something in able to move to the next stage or to achieve our goals. Losing isn't so bad when it will bring us good result in return.

There is also a scene that strikes me. When Agamemnon wants to be remembered. Lets be honest, we all want to be remembered especially with the good things we did. Its hard to create your own name in this world. No matter how many good things you did, once you made a mistake, people tend to remember you because of that one mistake and misjudged you. For us to be remembered in a good way, practice doing good to everyone everyday. If you've done bad to someone, do good to him/her next time. Do not even think of revenge. Surely, they'll meet their own karma in the future.

This striked me real hard. Hatred really consume the one who hates. Most of the time, i hold grudges to people who did bad things to me. At the end of the day, I realized why am I consuming so much energy hating them when they're not even bother about my emotions? I always bear in mind that I need to free myself from darkness. Their actions are not my business. Their opinions are theirs so just sip your tea and go on with your own life.

Lastly, when Priam begged to Archilles for his son's body, that made me realized that enemy can also be seen as our inspiration to improve ourselves. We tend to argue with people with same level as ours. They serves as our reflection of who we are and tryna fight to become better.

ODYSSEY

The Odyssey is considered as important part of our literature because of the values and virtues it teaches us that we can also apply in our lives. After watching the movie, the first thing you'll learn from the movie is loyalty. Odysseus managed to return home to his family no matter how many struggles he faced. That shows how devoted he is to his family and he'll do everything to in touched with them again. No matter how long it takes, if you're willing to achieve your goals like Odysseus, you'll do it for sure. Dreams doesn't require to be fastest but who will achieve it to its fullest.

Im really amazed with Telemachos and Penelope's patience and commitment. Its not easy to keep someone in your heart that you haven't seen in years. If I we're them, I might even think that the one Im waiting was already dead or I'll not expect anyone to come back. Ten year is really long and Im not someone who can wait for too long. Even after Odysseus came home, their bond is still the same, still strong. Unlike Agamemnon's life, he was killed by his own wife when he return home.

Greeks' hospitality was seen in the movie. Just like us, Filipinos, they are also hospitable to their guests. They also offer the best things they have to the guest to made them feel comfortable Unlike the western culture that they let their guests sleep on their couches, Filipinos make guests sleep in their room instead. Sometimes, we even let them use the most expensive things we have so they won't feel any discomfort. We even cook the foods we barely afford to buy just to impress them. Before leaving, we even give them 'take home' foods or things as souvenir. In the movie, the hosts' are very hospitable to the point that the guests take advantage of their kindness. Its not wrong to be kind to others but set limitations cause we'll never know the people we just randomly encounter. Take extra care not just on our belongings but also ourselves. You cannot live twice so be mindful of our own safety.

It is also shown the respect they gave to their gods and laws. As a foreign to them, we may think its really weird but it shows how rich their culture is. That their people still practice this kind of behavior which is known to them. The impact of Greek mythologies left us amazed.Their art, culture, and literature will forever be part of our history. The hardwork they exert to put this all together shows.

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ed (if no one has asked), vivi, aaand leopardpool! you asked me about a cat i ask you about a cat,

as much as i call him out constantly for his creepy-ass paintings, he has actually made something of an effort on denny to tone it down, especially with lorraine around. he’s kind of gotten the feeling it might upset her after the whole valak thing, which is also the reason he’s hidden that one with the Collection after it showed up in the icc attic. silent hills may or may not completely destroy this tho

ed is the absolute 100% most lukewarm person when it comes to halloween. he gets enough of that spooky stuff on the job okay leave him alone with it for the rest of the year. he’s a total sap when it comes to handing candy out to the neighborhood kids tho

he gets really domestically into christmas tho and yall can BELIEVE its gonna be An Event on denny this year considering that he actually has people to celebrate with now.

he’s also 100% That Husband who will just like bring home flowers or something for lorraine for no occasion other than the fact that he was just thinking about her. Disgusting

alright listen to me. listen. this is a thing i had to briefly ponder last night for his icc with volle but if u think for a second ed would be like..... anything-phobic u need to get the hell out of my christian home in jesus name ah pray. like listen there was absolutely that kinda shit going on in the 70s but have you MET this man. can you imagine him with that kind of hatred like honestly

this one’s based on a dumb inside joke but the only reason he thinks exorcist 2 is better than the original is that a) he’s never seen the original exorcist and b) i don’t....think exorcist 2 is a traditional exorcism movie? i’ve only seen reviews of it but anyway he was kind of :/ when the original exorcist came out because it felt like capitalizing on and sensationalizing what’s actually a dangerous ritual irl. i’ve put way too much thought into this for a joke wtf

he and lorraine don’t/didn’t (depending on whether we’re talking about them on denny or not) actually have too many like Close Adult Friends. neither of them are super eager to place that kind of trust in people not to be skeptical/dismissive of their work and thus, they just kind of keep to themselves and the few people they’ve managed to meet through their work. drew is a good example of this.

in that vein, ed usually tries to keep in contact with the people he and lorraine help out, especially in the wake of a case that was particularly hard on a family ie the perrons and the hodgesons. it’s usually just a phone call or something to make sure that everything’s okay and they’re not experiencing any kind of activity, but he and lorraine have been back to the perron house a couple of times for casual visits and he’ll occasionally like write a letter or something to the hodgesons.

literally the only reason he has a normal-ish sleep schedule on denny now (even more normal than it would be at home) is that there’s like literally nothing more comforting to him now than getting to have lorraine next to him while he’s falling asleep. he may or may not be mildly clingy when it comes to curling up with her at night.

HE’S A GRYFFINDOR im cementing this now.

vivi

she has a mild caffeine addiction and will legit get migraines if she doesn’t have her morning coffee.

she’s dyslexic, which is a fact that tends to surprise people considering how much she likes to read. the pink tint of her glasses helps her eyes to better make sense of the words on the page in front of her, and tbh she’s really into stuff like comic books and manga, where she can follow the story through visual pictures, and also audiobooks.

this isn’t headcanon but she plays electric guitar! and acoustic too, but she prefers the Loudness of the former.

listen mystery ben can pry the fact that vivi build arthur’s prosthetic arm out of my cold dead hands. she actually has a bachelor’s in engineering, particularly robotics, but given that she’s pretty focused on her paranormal investigating, she hasn’t done very much with it.

also not headcanon: her favorite video game series is silent hill. 3 is probably her favorite of the franchise and she definitely has Opinions regarding the later games in the series.

in that vein, she ran an cr1tikal-esque lp channel back home where she played a lot of horror games straight-facedly and rolled her eyes at a lot of them. sh4 and homecoming were definitely among these.

she’ll take any nicknames you wanna throw at her. ‘vivi’ is actually already short for ‘vivian’ but phoebe and arthur both have occasionally called her ‘vi’ or ‘viv’ and ‘blue’ and ‘blueberry’ were both affectionate nicknames from the latter. lewis would probably also have dorky nicknames for her if he did the talking thing.

mystery is her familiar and, back home, he typically shied away from talking around random strangers. on denny, he’s way less cautious about it and just kind of openly talks to anyone. it’s v freeing, if you ask him.

she has a fondness for spicy food and one of these days she’ll remember it’s because it was a specialty of the restaurant lewis’s family ran. she’s also big into cultural food, especially japanese, given her heritage.

she’s a ravenclaw if we’re doing hogwarts house sorting for all of these.

leopardpool

she’s Very Gay although given that she’s staunchly against taking a mate, this isn’t very likely to come up in her life.

she has a scar running down between her shoulder blades from a kithood incident -- she and tangleclaw and dappledawn were a Trouble-making Squad when they were younger

herb-gathering is a v relaxing thing for her, particularly because her knowledge of what different herbs look like is one of the few things she’s fairly confident in re: med cat skills.

she never knew her ~biological father, harepath, and never really considered him family (he died in a border dispute before she and her siblings were both), given that she was raised by a pair of Gay Moms. she’s met him in sharing tongues with starclan, though, and their relationship is only slightly awkward.

her main starclan guide, though, is rowanfall’s old mentor, ratnose who will prooobably be a starclan npc at some point on denny. he’s played a big part in soothing leopardpool’s insecurities and anxieties after rowanfall left and is kind of quietly disappointed in his apprentice for this nonsense. he’s fond of sagepaw too tho.

her relationship with sagepaw is.........a work in progress. she’s tried her hardest not to let memories of her mother taint their mentor/apprentice stuff, because even if it was against the warrior code and resulted in so much shit hitting the fan, it was dappledawn that kind of bluntly pointed out to her that it wasn’t sagepaw’s fault. it’s lucky that patience are some of sagepaw’s virtues tbh.

she adores dappledawn’s daughters, nettlepaw and smokepaw, and was eagerly anticipating being made an aunt again before the rifts took her -- tangleclaw’s mate was with kits at the time.

med cats are taught a little of how to defend themselves and how to hunt, but leopardpool has never been particularly good at either of them. at best, she relies on her dark pelt and light pawsteps to get close to prey, but she has a bad habit of not paying too much attention to where she’s stepping, resulting in a lot of snapping twigs at the last second.

which is kind of a shame, since her mothers named her leopardkit in the hopes that she’d be as quick and stealthy as a leopard one day. whoops!

i’ll just finish these all off with hogwarts houses -- she’s a hufflepuff.

#saintvivec #PHEW alright done B)#are hyou okay denny #nerd queen #fame is a fickle friend #ocs #leopardpool #headcanons

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Sandman’s Bio :0

I FINALLY FINISHED THIS STUPID THING;; im just gonna put this here because Google docs is messing up :(

Name: Tanz Nachtmann

Nickname: “Sandman”

Meaning of name: “Dance” (Tanz) “Night Man” (Nachtmann)

Origin of name: Germany

Age: 26

Sex: Male

Blood type: O+

Nationality: German

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Political Party: Independent

Socioeconomic level as a child: Working Poor

Socioeconomic level as an adult: Upper Middle

Birthdate: November 9th, 1990

Birthplace: Germany

Current residence: Soho, Lower Manhattan / NYC

Hobbies/Pastimes: Painting, Reading (Mostly about non-fictional events and history)

Talents/Skills: Singing, Painting

Birth order: Third, Middle Child

Family:

Therese Nachtmann (Mother, deceased)

Bruno Nachtmann (Father, alive, imprisoned)

Alvin Streisgund (Stepfather, deceased)

Lothar Nachtmann (Eldest brother, alive, imprisoned)

Alfons Nachtmann (Older brother, deceased)

Judith Nachtmann (Younger sister, deceased)

Erica Nachtmann (Youngest sister, deceased)

Hometown: Friedrichshain, Berlin, Germany

Most important childhood event that still affects him/her: The murder of his mother, stepfather, older brother, and younger sisters.

Favorite parent: His stepfather, Alvin

Why?: To him, Alvin was more than just his stepfather. He was his best friend, and if needed, his therapist. Alvin got him into exercising his anger into artistic forms of either drawing, painting, or singing, and almost always was able to convince Tanz to settle down before his temper erupted; thus, Alvin helped him avoid conflict with his mother whenever she was in an ill mood, or if she were drunk out of her mind.

Biggest role model: Jack the Ripper

Why?: While reading about psychology and the 19th century, Tanz happened across a name that caught his eye quicker than a flash. Tanz was infatuated with this infamous figure, for the fact that they were never caught for any of their murders, and avoided any contact with the public or the press. It, in a twisted sense, inspired Tanz’s art to span out in multiple directions, as well as push him to divert down craftier routes in skiving out of trouble, evolving his personality drastically.

Height: 6’6”

Weight: 195 lbs

Posture: Tanz keeps a very rigid and upright posture

Build: Little fat and muscle, round and narrow shoulders, slim neck and waist, long arms and legs

Skin: Smooth and fair colored

Hair: Dark brown, almost always slicked back

Ears: Small and round

Eyes: Amber, usually narrowed

Nose: Long and angled, slightly crooked

Mouth: Thin upper and bottom lips, easily curved into a smile

Face shape: Gaunt and elongated

Expressions: Either smug or blank

Describe their smile: His “people-person” smile has a softer tone to it and is quite natural, however his smile can stretch quite wide, making it look rather freakish in a trick of the light, and especially when he smiles with his teeth

Hands: Average sized hands with long, nimble fingers

Feet: Average sized feet

Left/Right handed?: Left

Distinguishing features: Mainly his bright eyes that compliment his often sly smile

Who does s/he take after: More of his mother’s sharp, angular sides than his father’s rounder features

How does s/he dress: His casual everyday fashion consists of either long sleeve sweaters or hoodies, and black skinny jeans or leggings. Shoe wise, he wears white Vans and occasionally mixes it up with some black high-tops. For different seasonal situations he wears bomber jackets and scarves, and perhaps some gloves depending on how cold it is out.

Weapons: They differ on the situation he’s in, but normally he carries around a knife hidden at his hip

Are they generally balanced or clumsy?: In his youth, he was perceived as awfully clumsy, however through dedication and interest in precision, he grew more balanced over time

Mannerisms/Poses/Movement: Tanz’s unruly upbringing in his ragtag apartment for six lead him to having absolutely no manners or common sense, and over time he started to realize that perhaps acting like a child wouldn’t get him anywhere. He learned different forms of etiquette for all sorts of events, and it slowly changed the way he held himself in front of any person of any socioeconomic class; be it the president or a stranger in a store.

Describe their walk: Tanz tends to have a constricted walk as rigid as his posture, as though he were marching in the army; although, when running, he breaks into a full, fluid sprinting motion as seamless as air.

Habits/OCDs/Obsessions: Tanz has a nasty habit of tearing the skin off his fingers with his teeth, though it isn’t due to anxiety, and more or less it’s something he finds himself doing without knowing.

Health: Quite deteriorated, not so good

Hygiene: Keeps himself spick and span all the time

Speech Patterns: Mostly speaks with loads of diction, and he tends to drag some words and sentences out when talking to people he has a disliking for

Voice: Tanz’s voice is slightly of higher pitch with a sense of mocking put subtlety in. His German accent is noticeable, but not thick enough to a point of obscurity.

Describe their laugh: Normally he tries to keep his composure so he won't laugh, because if he does it sounds like a rabid hyena

Style (Elegant, shabby, etc): More on the elegant side

Known Languages: German, English

Character's long-term goals/desires in life: Finding someone he can really connect with and settling down with them, and if that person turns up unhappy in the relationship, he would dispose them.

How self-confident is the character?: He has a jarring lack of self-confidence

How do they see him/herself?: Tanz sees himself as a normal human being, who can’t seem to understand why people think murder is so wrong when they deserve it

What is the character most proud of?: His success in getting massive amounts of money from his one-night stands’ bank accounts and using their emotional heartbreaks to his advantage

What does the character like least about themselves?: Tanz dislikes his physical features, and the way he does things, often cursing at himself in fits of blind rage that sometimes lead to unwarranted self harm

How do they express themselves?: FINGER PAINTING!!!! (Unfortunately, the red he finger paints with is not paint)

Patience level (on a level of 1 to 10?): Around a 7/10, depending on what he’s impatient for. If it’s something he deems “urgent” then it’s most likely a 2/10.

Does the character seem ruled by emotion or logic or some combination thereof?: He seems ruled by a combination of the two, but emotion plays a bigger part

Most at ease when: Any of his “friends” are done and dealt with, and when it rains

Ill at ease when: People begin to get a bit antsy and suspicious with him, and in crowds

Describe their sense of humor: Tanz’s humor is awfully dark, and most people tend to avoid discussing emotional or horrifying topics around him in fear they’ll be entreated to a joke about a dead loved one

If granted one wish, what would it be?: To be born and raised in a better family

Why?: Tanz has created a deep hatred for both his mother and father, as well as his siblings, for his crude childhood and half-assed education and meals. Sometimes he still wishes he got to live far away with his stepfather, though it was a dream crushed to bits as he watched his stepfather plead for his life as he was murdered before his eyes.

Character/Personality/Mental/Social: His strength lies in himself, and though he has such a lack of confidence, he only ever relies on what he does in that moment, and no one else. While good with influencing people and manipulating them, he often finds it difficult to connect with them on an empathetic level, with the way his mind is fractured into believing different ethical actions

If they could be described with one of the seven virtues, which would it be?: Diligence

If they could be described with one of the seven sins, which would it be?: Wrath

Biggest Vulnerability (non physical): Anything mentioning his parents in a negative way would set him off, or even praising his parents (i.e.: “Ah, I feel sorry for you mother, she must have been a great person.”)

Optimist or Pessimist: Optimistic

Introvert or extrovert: Despite his lack of empathy, Tanz is more on the extroverted spectrum due to him engaging with people often in order to befriend them and gain their trust

Favorite

Color: Red

Place: The Ocean

Room in the house and why: Bedroom, because there he feels like that it’s his own personal space and that no one else may break peace there

Food/drinks: Butter cookies, root beer

Music genre: 80s New Wave

Songs and Singers/Bands: The Cure, Depeche Mode, Rammstein, Megaherz

Movies/Tv Shows/Performances: Phantom of the Opera, any detective/homicide show

Books: Grimms’ Fairy Tales, Blood Meridian

Historical figure: Jack the Ripper

Subject in school: Art

Animal: Snake

Least Favorite

Place: City (Even though he lives there, he mainly fights against his dislike for the sake of what victims he pursues)

Food/drink: Steak, any meat in general really, and tea

Music genre: Country, and pop music

Subject in school: P.E. / Gym

Where does this character like to hang out?: Anywhere near large bodies of water

Where is this character's dream place to live?: On or near the beach

Mode of transportation: He regularly tends to walk everywhere, or hitch a ride from someone if he gets to know them

Girlfriend/Boyfriend(s): He never has had any, as he fears these would get in his way, and lead to some suspicion towards him if loved ones knew about the relationship after a murder

Marital status: Single

What kind of person would s/he consider to be the perfect partner?: Though hopping from one victim to another, Tanz does often think of settling down with someone, even if his intention is to murder them after a few months or so. The kind of person he’d consider to be perfect is someone who’s simple, and unnecessarily nice and loving. Perhaps he’d even want more of an obsessive partner that thought about him non-stop, so that killing them would make it easier.

Is the character judgmental of others and how so?: Tanz is extremely judgemental about others and chooses what he wants to “befriend” wisely. He detests those who drink abhorrent amounts of alcohol and have an annoyingly high sex drive. He judges how they walk, how they dress, how often they blink, and even the slight pauses in between their sentences to pick apart who they really are inside. When it comes to people he loathes, he tends to even degrade and belittle them for every miniscule thing, making him an overall petty person.

How do they treat members of the opposite sex?: He knows not at all women are bad based on the actions of just his mother and sisters, so he tries to treat them as respectfully as he would with any person. When it comes to romance however, he doesn’t find that much of an interest in them; although, he will choose them for a “one-night stand” just for the sole purpose of killing them, rather than men in which he’ll portray sexual interest in.

What do they consider to be a romantic setting/activity/date?: Tanz’s favorite romantic settings have everything to do with the lighting. Anything with a soft, warm hue in a place simply screams “romance” to him. Most activities he considers romantic are going out to dinner at nice places, or visiting museums or local parks. He’ll go anywhere for his date that he needs to in order to make them feel comfortable with him and their surroundings, so that a more trusting interaction takes place.

How does a normal date go for this character?: Dates usually go well and smooth for Tanz, and on the rare occasion, there’s always someone who doesn’t quite agree, and that ends up violent with a body in the back alley.

Virgin?: Nope

How often does this character have sex?: Not too often unless his “date” really thinks that would make their friendly interactions progress

How long can he/she go without sex?: For a long, long time

How does this character feel emotionally, after sex?: Bored, really. Tanz doesn’t find much pleasure in having intercourse with another person, so often times he would avoid sex as much as possible, as it’s a total buzzkill for him.

Usually on the top or bottom?: Top

Dominant or Submissive?: Dominant

What song best fits this character?: There are a few songs I had in mind!!! :D

Mr. Sandman by The Chordettes (Of course!)

Tanzdiktator by Nachtmahr

Disappoint by Assemblage 23

Politikil by ohGr

Why Can’t I Be You? by The Cure

#ocs #i cried a bit #there was too much information so some of it i had to cut out

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