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tasteleeknow · 1 year

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[ 11:05 ] “You know he loves you, don’t you?” Chan questions as he hands you his car keys. You fiddle with the soft toy that hangs between the keys, tugging at the small wolf’s ears.

Chan sighs. “Fine,” he says. “Just go.”

You take a step towards the door before hesitating, lifting your eyes to meet his. You’d have to trust he’d keep this conversation to himself. You could feel it already, the anxiety that would bubble up to your throat the second you left the apartment with this conversation unresolved.

Minho was leaving. He was moving out—across the country—and he hadn’t said a word to you about it. Sure, you didn’t live here. But you may as well have. You spent so much time and the apartment he shared with Chan they’d often joke about when you were going to start splitting the bills.

“What if he changes his mind?” you ask, managing to keep your voice steady. “If I do something… change how it is now… what if he changes his mind?”

“Why would he do that?”

“Because he’ll know me. He’ll get closer and maybe he won’t like what he finds.”

Chan takes the keys from your hands, halting your fiddling. “Sit down,” he instructs gently, gesturing to the small lounge you’d taken to falling asleep on some nights. You do as he says, folding your hands in your lap as you wait for him to join you.

He doesn’t.

You watch as he disappears down the short hallway and into Minho’s bedroom, returning only moments later with a small shoebox in his hand. He doesn’t drag it out. He sits on the small table in front of you and opens the lid.

It reminded you a lot of the small box you kept under your bed in your childhood bedroom, a collection of miscellaneous things you’d attached memories to as you’d grown. A bracelet from your 11th birthday, a playing card you’d scooped out of the water on your trip to Vietnam, the paper mache rabbit you’d made when you were 8, the key to the padlock you’d used for your locker in high school.

This box was much like that. You don’t recognise anything at first, not until Chan digs out a small clay cat, one of your earliest attempts at moulding clay figures. It was an ugly thing, wonky and misshapen. Minho had snatched it from your hands when you’d announced it was going in the rubbish. “He can’t help being ugly,” he’d said. “He’s mine now.”

Chan passes the clay cat to you. He’s cuter than you’d remembered.

“They’re all from you," he says.

You look up. “Hm?”

“The box,” he clarifies. “They’re all things you’ve given him.”

You peak into the box, attempting to spot anything else you recognise. There are scattered pieces of paper, some are sticky notes you vaguely remember attaching to his bedroom door on days you’d visited when he wasn’t home. You pick one up and read it silently, ‘You missed me. Unlucky for you. I’ll be around Friday.’ You’d drawn a small rabbit in the corner.

Chan takes the note from you along with the clay cat. You watch as he places them back inside the shoebox and replaces the lid. “I shouldn’t let you go through it—not without his permission. I just need you to understand.” He places the box on the table beside him carefully, like it’s full of priceless porcelain. “You know him,” he continues. “He doesn’t make decisions lightly. He knows what he wants and when he wants something… that’s it. You’re it.” He sighs. “You know him.”

You look to his discarded car keys. “You still need milk.”

“I’ll get it. You’ll stay?”

You nod. “I’ll stay.”

—

He leaves shortly after that. Leaves you to pace as you wait for Minho to arrive. He was leaving. Leaving Chan. Leaving you. He hadn’t offered an explanation.

You jump as he knocks on the door. He expected Chan to be home. He wasn't expecting you. You press your hand to your chest and take one last deep breath before marching over and letting him in.

His eyes widen a little as he takes you in. You hadn’t seen him in two weeks now. It was the longest you’d gone without seeing each other since you’d met three years prior. You step aside to let him in, pressing your fingers into your clavicle in an attempt to ground yourself.

“I didn’t know you were coming around,” he says as he takes his shoes off. “Chan didn’t—”

“He left,” you interrupt. “Chan. He went out because he wanted—I wanted to talk to you.”

He stands and shucks his winter jacket from his shoulders. “Talk to me?” he questions.

You nod. “Would you… sit? Please?”

He looks a little nervous now. You wonder if he can see the same emotion in you. He sits exactly where you’d been sitting when Chan had shown you the box. He leaves his beanie on and you take in the way his brown hair peeks out around his neck. He waits.

You can’t find it within yourself to sit, choosing to stand across from him instead—leaving the small table between you. “Can I ask you something?”

He nods and his tongue flicks out to wet his lips. “Mm,” he says. “Anything.”

“It’s a big ‘something’.”

“Okay,” he says simply.

“Would you stay?” you ask, tugging on your fingers. Your heart thumps in your chest. “If I asked you to stay, would you?”

His brow furrows slightly. “I—”

“Because I need you to stay. Please. I need you not to leave me. I know it’s a lot and I don’t know why you’re leaving and I’m sure it’s very important and I don’t even know if you want to stay here. Maybe you don’t but—”

“Wait,” he says, interrupting your rambling. You take a steadying breath as he stands. He tugs his beanie from his head and drops it onto the table. His hair stands on all ends. You desperately want to run your hands through it. But you can’t. Your knuckle pops as you tug a little hard on one of your fingers. “Leaving?” he questions, clearly confused. Alarm bells ring in your head. “Why would I leave?”

“Chan said—” you cut yourself off. Oh you were going to wrap your hands around his throat and squeeze so hard he– “You’re not leaving?”

“No. But you thought I was…you said you need me to stay...” Minho says with a smirk, making his way around the table slowly.

“Forget everything I just said.”

“Can’t,” he says, his smirk transforming into a small grin. “Sorry.”

You could tell him you’d seen the box, a small voice in your head offers. Then you’d both be embarrassed. You snuff it out before it can fully form. If it was anyone else… But it was him. You’d take much worse than one-sided embarrassment for him.

“Alright. Well, Chan had his fun. I’m going home.”

Minho steps in front of you, cutting off your exit. “Stay,” he says simply.

“Why?”

“Because I want you to.”

“Why?”

He huffs out a breathy laugh. “Because I haven’t seen you in two weeks. Why is that, by the way? Chan said—”

“Chan says a lot of things, apparently."

Minho collapses into the couch cushions beside you and throws his arm over the back of the lounge. You join him. “He said you were busy,” Minho says. “That you didn’t have time for us.”

“I was… sulking.”

He presses his lips together, failing to suppress a smile. “Sulking?”

“I thought you were moving out. Chan wouldn’t tell me why he said you’d talk to me when you wanted to. But you didn’t. I thought you were leaving without even talking to me about it.”

The hand over the back of the couch moves a little, then he begins playing with your hair—gentle fingers fiddling with the strands that fall over your shoulder. “I think it’s my fault,” he says as you struggle to regulate your breathing. “I said something to him a few weeks ago. Something that may have… caused this. I’ll fix it.”

His fiddling with your hair breaks a barrier, one that allows you to lean a little towards him and fix the strands of hair that stick on all ends. He’s quiet at first, letting you brush his hair out with your fingers. Then, just as you begin working on a particularly stubborn tuft right at his parting, he speaks, “I would never leave you,” he says. It’s almost a whisper. Gentle and quiet, almost like he hadn’t meant to speak it at all.��

“You wouldn’t?”

He takes your arm, stubborn tuft forgotten. “I thought you knew that. I thought you knew that I…” he trails off as his eyes drop to where his fingers wrap around your wrist.

“Minho?” you whisper. He looks up. “I do. I know.”

He blinks, a brief moment of panic crossing his features as his fingers tighten on your wrist.

“I love you, too,” you add quickly, keen to end his anxiety. “So much.”

He blinks. Once, twice. Then he drops his head, letting his hair fall over his eyes. He takes a deep breath and you watch as he lifts your wrist to his lips. You can’t see the way he presses a kiss to your skin, his long hair obscuring your view. But you feel it. You feel his warm breath as he holds you there for a moment afterwards.

Then he lifts his head.

You catch a blur of his smile as he lunges at you, pushing you onto your back as he buries his face into the crook of your neck. He keeps the majority of his weight off you and you bask in the warmth of him for the minute of two he stays like this. Then he’s sitting up again, tugging you up with him and practically lifting you into his lap. You wrap your arms around him, settling yourself comfortably against him as he releases a contented sigh.

“Did Chan tell you?” he mumbles as he presses a kiss to your shoulder.

“I knew before that.”

He groans, dropping his head back. You can see the tiny mole at his jawline: a target. You press a gentle kiss there. “I knew you loved me,” you whisper. “You’re so good at it.. so full of love. But I—I think I was afraid you’d stop, like when you see a stray cat and you’re afraid if you move it’ll startle…that it’ll leave and you’ll never get to try again. Having you as a friend is better than not having you at all.”

He lifts his head to look at you. You can see the way he’s fighting it, all the emotion. He doesn’t express it with words, but he doesn’t need to. It leaks from his eyes and from his gentle touches. “I don’t startle,” he grumbles after a moment.

You grin. “‘M’kay, whatever you say,” you whisper before pressing your lips to his for the first time.

#lee know fluff #lee know x reader #lee know fanfic #stray kids fluff #kpop imagines #stray kids imagine #stray kids imagines #kpop scenarios #stray kids scenarios #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #skz imagines #stray kids fanfic #skz scenarios #minho drabbles

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charlottan · 13 days

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ok i have a question what are your favorite albums shorter than ~30ish minutes. like personally (Favorite Favorites bold):

paper mache dream balloon by king gizzard & the lizard wizard/psych pop (33:46)

hiking lung by psycada/psych rock (32:19)

akuma no uta by boris/stoner metal (31:55)

me chama de gato que eu sou sua by ana frango eletrico/jazz funk (31:26)

the end of comedy by drugdealer/psych pop (31:05)

gentleman by fela kuti/afrobeat (30:59)

night lights by gerry mulligan/cool jazz (30:48)

directstep by herbie hancock/jazz funk(30:39)

skiptracing by mild high club/psych pop (30:21)

laminated denim by king gizzard & the lizard wizard/psych rock (30:00)

ice melt by crumb/psych pop(29:32)

at last by etta james/soul (28:51)

timeline by mild high club/psych pop (28:50)

the birthday party by the idle race/60s psych pop (28:49)

transgender dysphoria blues by against me/punk (28:48)

beloved! paradise! jazz!? by mckinley dixon/jazz rap (28:37)

behold mountain, hail sea, venerate sky, bow before tree by spider kitten/doom metal (27:59)

jinx by crumb/psych pop (27:22)

year of the newt by bobbing/indie pop (26:32)

yard work by drug cabin/indie pop (26:28)

for the whole world to see by death/garage rock (26:19)

my electric fantasy by looprider/shoegaze (23:37)

transatlantic sugar by alice low/glam rock ALSO SHES TRANSGENDER (22:58)

jams and jams and… by dream doctor/neopsychedelia (19:27)

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dpsisquared · 8 months

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fire emblem three houses ask game! I found this buried deep on someone else's timeline... I think you ask me a number if you care a whit about my fe3h opinions lol. Then steal for yourself!

01. favorite house?

02. strongest unit you had?

03. unit you always recruit?

04. favorite golden deer?

05. favorite blue lion?

06. favorite black eagle?

07. favorite ashen wolf?

08. favorite house leader?

09. favorite faculty member?

10. favorite support conversation?

11. favorite song?

12. favorite activity (tea, fishing)?

13. what's one thing you'd change about fe3h?

14. most emotional moment?

15. favorite support conversation?

16. what class would you be if you went to garreg mach?

17. character you relate to?

18. favorite pre timeskip design?

19. favorite post timeskip design?

20. unpopular opinion?

21. favorite dynamic between characters?

22. favorite heroes relic?

23. favorite class?

24. shez or byleth?

25. favorite difficulty?

#fe3h #fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #blue lions #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #byleth eisner #dimileth

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tessaaaaa · 1 year

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Nachrichten auf Leos und Adams Handy's die nie abgeschickt wurden. (Inspiriert von Carlo's Song von Noah Kahan)

Von: Adam

An: Leo

18 Mai 2007

Es tut mir leid

Von: Leo

An: Adam:

05 Juni 2007

Verdammte scheiße, Adam. Ich bin so wütend, seit du weg bist. Auf mich. Auf dich. Meine Freunde sagen mir, sie erkennen mich nicht mehr wieder. Aber sie haben mich auch noch nie so gesehen. Man hat mir gesagt, dass es okay ist, um dich zu trauern. Dass Trauer nur Liebe ist, die anfängt loszulassen. Sie sagen das, als würden sie übers Wetter reden.

Von: Leo

An: Adam

19 Juli 2007

Erinnerst du dich an die Nacht, in der wir zum ersten Mal Alkohol getrunken haben? Nun, du hattest einen Schluck und hast danach nie wieder auch nur ein Bier angerührt. Wir waren irgendwo im Wald und haben „Only the good die young gehört.“ Wir haben gelacht um zu überspielen, dass wir beide so große Angst davor hatten, dass dein Vater dich doch eines Tages tot prügeln wird. Ich wollte nicht, dass diese Nacht jemals endet. Ich erinnere mich daran, dass ich dachte jede Sekunde ohne dich ist Zeitverschwendung. Wir sind nach einiger Zeit zurück zum Baumhaus gelaufen und ich habe uns extra auf den falschen Weg geführt damit wir noch etwas mehr Zeit miteinander verbringen können. Vielleicht hat mich der Alkohol ein wenig mutiger gemacht.

Von: Adam

An: Leo

16 Mai 2008

Ich bin seit ein paar Tagen in Berlin. Ich hatte gehofft, dass die Großstadt all meine scheiß Gedanken übertönen würde. All die Dinge die ich bereue. Ich konnte es nicht übers Herz bringen deine Nummer zu löschen. Manchmal höre ich mir alte Nachrichten von mir an nur damit ich deine Stimme in meinem Kopf am Leben behalten kann. Ich weiß, du weißt es ist fast ein Jahr her, dass ich Saarbrücken verlassen habe. Ich vermisse dich aber ich bereue es nicht abgehauen zu sein.

Von: Leo

An: Adam

18 Mai 2008

Es ist genau ein Jahr vergangen, seit du Saarbrücken verlassen hast. Hast du gefunden, was du gesucht hast? Konntest du deine Vergangenheit hinter dir lassen? Ich hoffe, du hast den Ort gefunden, von dem du immer geträumt hast.

Von: Adam

An: Leo

25 Juni 2008

Ich habe meine Haare rauswachsen lassen. Sie sind jetzt länger als deine damals. Vincent meint ich soll sie färben. Vielleicht mache ich das sogar. Ich glaube du und Vincent würdet euch verstehen.

Von: Leo

An: Adam

26 Februar 2009

Ich besuche deinen Vater ab und zu im Krankenhaus. Manchmal sitze ich an seinem Bett und möchte ihm eins in die Fresse schlagen. Manchmal bin ich so überwältigt von meiner Schuld, dass ich ihn nicht mal ansehen kann. Ich hoffe du hast gefunden was du gesucht hast. Denn meine Sünde liegt hier in Saarbrücken und ich scheine ihr nicht entfliehen zu können. Manchmal denke ich mir wir hätten zusammen verschwinden sollen.

Von: Adam

An: Leo

25 Oktober 2009

Erinnerst du dich an unsere letzte Nacht? In der wir im Baumhaus gesessen und den Sonnenuntergang beobachtet haben? Ich wollte dir erzählen, was ich vorhabe aber ich wusste, dass ein Wort von dir mich dazu bringen würde zu bleiben. Und das konnte ich nicht zulassen. Ich hoffe du schaffst es irgendwann mir zu verzeihen.

#spatort #tatort saarbrücken #just listen to the song people

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hellkustom · 1 year

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More pics here:

http://www.hellkustom.com/2017/05/kawasaki-h2-mach-by-performance.html

#kawasaki #cafe racer #street fighter #motorcycle #custom motorcycle #Custom Bike

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jojos · 2 years

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fire emblem three houses ask game!

01. favorite house?

02. strongest unit you had?

03. unit you always recruit?

04. favorite golden deer?

05. favorite blue lion?

06. favorite black eagle?

07. favorite ashen wolf?

08. favorite house leader?

09. favorite faculty member?

10. favorite support conversation?

11. favorite song?

12. favorite activity (tea, fishing)?

13. what's one thing you'd change about fe3h?

14. most emotional moment?

15. favorite support conversation?

16. what class would you be if you went to garreg mach?

17. character you relate to?

18. favorite pre timeskip design?

19. favorite post timeskip design?

20. unpopular opinion?

21. favorite dynamic between characters?

22. favorite heroes relic?

23. favorite class?

24. shez or byleth?

25. favorite difficulty?

#fire emblem #ask game #three houses #fire emblem ask game #fe3h

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talltoontales · 3 days

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High Rolling Spider-Man: HEATED

Prompt: Just wanted to write for my Spidersona (Spider-Man OC)

Prompt By: Me (ToonMan)

Started Writing: 05/21/2024

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It’s a clear day in New Las Vegas as Spider-Man swings above the mid-day traffic, landing on the side of a building. He pulls his sleeve back to look at his watch.

“Huh?” says Spider-Man, “It’s been thirty minutes and no accidents. Must be a slow day.” Spider-Man jerks his head to the side, narrowly dodging a half-empty beer can. As it bounces off the wall, Spider-Man grabs it out of the air with his web. He looks down and sees a man giving him a double dose of the middle finger.

“Yeah! I ain’t scared of you, freak!” yells the man. Spider-Man flings the soda can toward the angry civilian. The man dives to the side, only for the soda to fly right into a garbage can.

“Swish!” says Spider-Man. The man jumps back up to his feet.

“You think you’re funny, bug boy!?” yells the man.

“I mean, I have my moments,” says Spider-Man. The man pulls out his phone and starts dialing.

“Well, I hope you like laughing behind bars,” says the man. Spider-Man leaps down from the wall, passing by civilians stop in their tracks as they watch Spider-Man walk up to the man, close enough to hear 911 over the man’s phone.

“Go ahead,” says Spider-Man. “I got nowhere better to be.” The color drains from the man as his face and hands become so drenched in sweat that his phone starts to slide out. The quickly growing crowd starts recording the situation. Spider-Man’s eyes squint as he leans in closer to the side of the man’s head. “What’s wrong? Scared of itsy bitsy ole’ me?”

Spider-Man feels something soft bounce off the side of his head. It then hits the ground with a soft squeak. He looks at the ground to see a worn-down teddy bear at his feet.

Looking up, he sees a young boy clinging to his mother and staring tear-covered daggers at Spider-Man. The wallcrawler sighs as he leans away from the man. Spider-Man snatches the phone away from the man.

“Hello, 911,” says Spider-Man in a fake voice, “I think I see that web man bothering some drunk guy at the corner of Flint and Chimenea. Oh, wait. I think he sees me!” Spider-Man hangs up the phone and slaps it back onto the man’s chest.

“Anything else bothering you?” The man shakes his head wildly. “Thought so. Have a nice day.” Spider-Man runs away from the man, leaping over the crowd and swinging into an alleyway.

The boy who threw his toy earlier runs as fast as he can to pick up his bear. The man collapses onto his butt as he gasps for air. The boy walks over and grabs the man’s arm with both hands. The mother follows shortly after to help the man back onto his feet. Spider-Man watches all of this from a nearby rooftop.

Good job, Pete, reeeeally helping out your reputation with that one.

Spider-Man leaps from the rooftop and starts swinging through the city again.

God, I can see the headlines now: “Spider-Man attacks citizen with his own drink!” “Spider-Man prank calls 911 call!” “Brave child wards off Spider-Menace!” All because I couldn’t keep my head on straight for five seconds and ignore some rando.

But I mean, who goes up to a wanted super criminal looking to pick a fight? Guy’s lucky all I did was scare the crap outta him. Gah! No! Stop! Don’t think like that!

Spider-Man lands on the railing of a billboard, looking over the busy street below.

It’s not their fault. They don’t know what I know. As far as they’re concerned, Spider-Man tried to kill the mayor who saved Las Vegas from joining California at the bottom of the Pacific. Heck, I’d hate me too!

Spider-Man looks across from him at a video billboard playing an advertisement for the Hexi Guard. Images of Gold Griffin, Mysterio, Mach One, Stampede, and Hydro-Man, all doing generic heroic deeds, play on a loop.

“Can’t even let me sulk in peace, huh?” says Spider-Man. “One of these days, the whole world will see you for the frauds you are. Can’t even live up to your team’s name. Last time I checked Hexi means—"

A massive explosion shakes the entire city. Spider-Man leaps on top of the billboard, looking around until he sees the middle of the Empire Hotel engulfed in flames. Spider-Man quickly slingshots himself at the burning hotel.

// // // // // // // // // //

Spider-Man lands on a roof overlooking the hotel’s entrance. Security guards try to organize fleeing guests with little success. A few police cars come to a screeching halt, but the officers struggle to get through the horde of people.

Spider-Man looks at one of the windows in time to see a chair fly through it. A woman uses a lamp to break the remaining glass in her way as she screams for help.

Spider-Man leaps into action, swinging toward the base of the hotel. He runs up the side of the building, dodging exploding windows and falling glass. A blast of fire launches the woman out the window. Spider-Man quickly jumps off the side of the building and catches the woman in midair.

“Going down?” asks Spider-Man as he uses his webs to safely swing to the ground. Before they even touch gravel, the woman practically jumps from Spider-Man’s, running away as fast as she can. “I guess a tip would be asking too much.”

Spider-Man makes his way to one of the windows on the floor below the fire. He tries to look inside, but the tinted glass makes it difficult. “If anyone’s inside, stand back!”

Spider-Man launches himself through the glass into an unused, smoke-filled room. He runs through the front door into a hallway filled with the burning debris of the next floor. Spider-Man finds a hole and jumps up to the next floor, calling out to see if anyone needs help.

A man calls out behind a door blocked by more debris. Spider-Man throws it away and opens the door. Before the young man could even think, "Thank you,” he immediately takes a step back once he sees Spider-Man.

“Please, I-I have a kid,” begs the young man.

“Then why are you still standing here!” yells Spider-Man. “Stairs are down the hall! Go!” Spider-Man continues down the hall, going door by door, floor by floor, as the fire increases.

On one of the upper floors, Spider-Man sees an elderly woman using a fire extinguisher to try and break down a door. “Seriously!? Hey lady! You’re using that wrong!” The elderly woman sees Spider-Man and holds a fire extinguisher like a bat, swinging at Spider-Man.

“Not a step {cough} a step further!” yells the elderly woman. “I {cough} {cough} {cough} I won’t let you take me or my family.”

-above-

Debris falls above the elderly woman’s head. Spider-Man tries to web it away, but the elderly woman hits his hand away with the fire extinguisher. Some of the debris hits the woman’s head, knocking her out, while Spider-Man webs the rest.

“Crap,” says Spider-Man. He throws the elderly woman over his shoulder before breaking the hotel room door down. Inside, an elderly man holds a young girl wrapped in a blanket. The girl screams once she sees Spider-Man.

“Lynet?” asks the old man. As Spider-Man walks towards the pair, the old man grabs his cane and swings it at him. “S-stay away {cough} {cough}!” Spider-Man grabs the cane and holds it in place.

“Can you walk?” asks Spider-Man. The old man just stares at Spider-Man, putting himself further between the webhead and his granddaughter. “I’ll take that as a maybe. Do you know how to work a fire extinguisher?” The old man continues to stare down Spider-Man. The young girl pushes herself out from behind her grandfather.

“I do!” says the girl.

“Awesome,” says Spider-Man, using his webs to pull the fire extinguisher to him. “Here.” Spider-Man tries to hand the fire extinguisher to the girl, but the grandfather blocks him. “Look you—” Spider-Man glances at the girl.

“Look, this place is coming apart, and I’ve been here too long to swing you out that window. So, you can either help me help you outta here, or I can carry you outta here kicking and screaming in front of the kid?”

The old man continues to stare Spider-Man down, the sound of his granddaughter coughing behind him, until he takes the fire extinguisher himself, stands up, and takes his granddaughter by the hand.

The trio races down the hall, the old man putting out fires, the girl helping to keep her grandfather on his feet, and Spider-Man webbing any debris. They turn a corner to find the path to the stars blocked by a wall of fire a rubble.

The old man blasts the fire, but the extinguisher runs out. Spider-Man lays the grandmother on the ground and tries to web the debris, but his webbing quickly disintegrates in the heat.

“We {cough} {cough} we have to {cough},” the grandfather erupts into a coughing fit as he falls to his knees. The girl tries to keep him on his feet but can’t lift him as she also begins to cough. With tears in her eyes, the girl begs her grandfather to get up, shaking his body.

-fire-

Spider-Man focuses back on the wall of fire, confused.

-Danger-Fire-

The fire in the hallway begins to burn brighter, going from orange to yellow.

- DANGER -

Spider-Man’s eyes widen. He quickly picks the grandparents up. “We need to move now!” orders Spider-Man. The girl runs ahead as he directs her from behind. The two stop in front of an elevator.

Spider-Man puts the grandparents on the ground before grabbing the elevator doors. The hated metal burns right through his suit, causing him to real back. He tries again, pushing and screaming through the pain as he begins to make progress, but the pain is too much. He lets go, and the doors slam closed.

- DANGER-ESCAPE-FIRE -

Spider-Man looks at where they came from as the brighter flames begin to spread down the hallway. He then looks back at the girl as she tries not to cry while also trying to wake her grandparents.

For a second, Spider-Man sees himself as Pete kneeling down next to a homeless man, desperately trying to wake him as well.

“Please!” begs Pete, “Please, don’t leave me alone! I’m sorry! Please...”

- DANGERESCAPEFIREESCAPEDANGERFIRE -

A man with glowing golden skin, red eyes, flowing copper hair, and wearing a matching metallic sleeveless jumpsuit walks into the hallway in front of Spider-Man.

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Spider-Man and the glowing man look at each other. The glowing man tightens his fist, and the fire in the hallway burns brighter. Spider-Man gets into a fighting stance. The young girl coughing grabs the glowing man's attention as he looks around Spider-Man at the girl and her grandparents.

“Hey! Eyes on me, golden boy!” yells Spider-Man, leaping at the golden man but quickly feels the air start to cook him as the two get closer.

- GET-BACK -

Spider-Man pulls himself back with his webs, putting him closer to the family and father away the glowing man. “Whatever’s going on here’s got nothing to do with them!”

The glowing man puts his hands out in front of him. Spider-Man quickly tries to web the glowing man’s hands, but his webs disintegrate before even getting close. The man closes his eyes and takes a deep breath as the fire shifts around them.

Spider-Man tries to web the ceiling above the glowing man, but it still turns to ash. Spider-Man falls to one knee as the heat takes its tool. He turns around to see the girl passed out on top of her grandparents.

Suddenly, a cool breeze brushes up behind him. Spider-Man turns around and watches as the glowing man absorbs the heat from the fire, snuffing it out until all that remains is smoke and a charred hallway.

The glowing man opens his eyes, aims a clenched fist at Spider-Man, and fires an energy blast. Spider-Man braces for impact, only for nothing to happen. He looks around to see a massive hole in the wall behind him, pulling out all the smoke. The glowing man places a set of fingers to his ear.

“This is Hot Shot,” says the glowing man, “I got two elderly and one child on the twenty-seventh floor that need immediate medical attention, over.” There’s a pause as someone talks on the other end. “No, I don’t have a visual on Spider-Man. He must’ve escaped.” Spider-Man looks at Hot Shot, surprised.

“See you on the ground, chief.” Hot Shot walks past Spider-Man, the glowing metal on his arms fading into dark tan skin as he picks up the grandparents and the child under his arms.

“Hey,” says Spider-Man as he picks himself back up. “Thanks for the, um, assist.”

“Don’t mention it, seriously,” says Hot Shot. “How are you holding up?”

“A little parched, but I should be good in a minute,” says Spider-Man. “it’ll take more than a little heat to put me down for good.”

“That’s good to know,” says Hot Shot as he throws the trio out of the hole he made.

“NO!” yells Spider-Man.

- brace -

He tries to run after them but gets blasted in the chest by Hot Shot, knocking him to the ground. Hotshot’s legs erupt into flames launching him out of the hotel. He dives toward the ground grabbing the grandparents with his hands.

Then levels out to let the young girl safely land on his back as he lands on the ground. First responders take the family, allowing Hot Shot to land. Hot Shot slicks his hair back, looks to the crowd with a golden smile, and talks in his earpiece.

“All clear!” yells Hot Shot as the crowd erupts into cheers. Back inside the hotel, Spider-Man feels his chest. It stings to the touch, but he’s still in one piece.

Really should have seen that coming.

- collapse -

Suddenly, the entire building shakes and shifts. Spider-Man is sent a foot into the air as the floor drops from under him. “You've gotta be kidding me!” groans Spider-Man.

He forces himself to his feet as he sprints through the collapsing hotel, bobbing and weaving through what remains of the fire. Eventually, he’s forced to dive through a window to escape the hotel, only to crash through another window into someone’s home office.

“…ow…” After dragging himself to his feet, he watches the rest of the Empire Hotel’s collapse. From the massive cloud of smoke, he notices a large, hunched figure with glowing blue eyes stomp away from the scene. “Stampede, which means the Hexi Guard, which also means—”

// // // // // // // // // //

“People of New Las Vegas,” Mayor Harry Osborn stands at the top of the steps of City Hall overlooking a massive crowd. His assistant, Octavious Jr., to his right, and Hexi Guard's second-in-command, Mysterio, to his left.

“As you all very well know, almost seven years ago, Dr. Edward Lansky, otherwise known as Lightmaster, was a proud member of the Hexi Guard, saving not only Las Vegas but the entire East Coast. And even while on death’s door, he still dedicated himself to the recovery and rejuvenation of this fair city.”

The crowd goes silent as people bow their heads in respect. “While a man such as him is irreplaceable due to the rising superhuman threat, The Hexi Guard, the brilliant minds at Oztavious Industries, and myself have come to a decision. Mysterio, if you would.”

Harry steps back as Mysterio takes over at the podium. Her hands radiate a green mist-like energy as large circular screens appear in the air. Each shows athletic men and women doing tests and exercises.

“Let me be clear,” says Mysterio, “to become a member of the Hexi Guard, one must have more than just power. They must have skill, wisdom, tact, and, above all, the true spirit of a hero. And while no one can shine as bright as Light…as bright as Edward, this young man has the potential to shine even brighter in his own, unique way.”

Mysterio claps her hands, and the screens collapse, launch into the air, and explode like fireworks. The crowd looks up to see a figure standing on the roof of City Hall.

“So, if you would kindly give a rousing round of applause for the newest member of the Hexi Guard, Hot Shot, the molten man!” Hot Shot jumps from the roof of the building, and a glowing golden liquid spawning from his chest quickly covers his entire body.

Before crashing into the ground, Hot Shot lets off a quick blast of fire to cushion his landing. Hot Shot whips his hair back as he stands up. Now, with a copper domino mask and a charming grin, the crowd erupts into applause.

\\ \\ \\ \\ \\ \\ \\ \\ \\ \\

Pete sits with a bucket of chocolate ice cream resting on his chest while watching Hot Shot’s inauguration on TV. Finishing the ice cream, Pete throws the bucket behind him as he slumps in his chair. On the TV, Hot Shot shows off his firepower with short bursts of flight and blasting targets out of the sky above the crowd.

“Welp, needed a new suit anyway,” says Pete.

. . . . . . . . . .

Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed the story! If you have any comments, critiques, or criticisms, please don't be afraid to let me hear 'em (as long as they're constructive (or comical)). Also, if you have some spare time, check out my blog for more stories like the one above. Stay safe, drink plenty of water, and be kind to yourself and others. ToonMan, AWAY!

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spiritmoodboards · 1 year

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Current Requests!

If you see your ask on here and anything seems off, just shoot me another ask!

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Playlist for Pharoah Man and Splash Woman (Mega Man) love at first sight/worship/strong girl/"strong" guy/showing weaknesses themes

Screencap edits for Ryder (Frozen) and Luisa (Encanto)

Playlist for Splitter Girl and Disposable Girl (Vocaloid) loud rock/alternative/self hatred/intrusive thoughts/understanding pain/dark themes

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Playlist for Miles Edgeworth (Ace Attorney) and Emily (Self Insert) Cantarella by Kurousa-P/Cendrillon by Dios and SignalP themes

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stillesehnsuechte · 19 days

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Plötzlich ist alles anders, denn du bist weg. Mit jedem Tag, den du fort bist, gehen auch die Zweifel, Ängste und Sorgen weiter aus der Tür.

Und es ist mir egal, wie lange solch negativen Gefühle noch im Raum stehen, denn alles was zählt ist, dass du nicht mehr mit drin stehst.

Alles andere mache ich mir mit mir selbst aus. Wen und was ich an mich ran lasse, die Tür öffne oder schließe. Du stehst nicht mehr im Türrahmen. Konntest dich nie entscheiden ob du rein oder raus willst. Immer irgendwo dazwischen und grundsätzlich nie wo du sein willst. Aber das ist nicht mehr mein Problem, denn plötzlich bist du weg und alles ist anders.

Ich wache jeden Tag auf und bin dankbar, dass ich den Schlüssel in der Hand halte, dankbar, dass meine Herzensmenschen auch mal mit mir die Tür zudrücken, wenn ich an meinen Kräften zweifle. Plötzlich ist alles anders, denn du bist nicht gegangen, sondern ich hab dir die Tür geschlossen.

Es ist alles anders, aber es ist auch alles gut. Egal was kommt, ich habe mich. Und das ist genug.

— stillesehnsuechte // 11/05/24

#stillesehnsuechte #beziehung #narzissmus #heilen

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suzanneberlin · 6 months

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05. Dezember 2023 Berlin Gesundbrunnen

Eine Frau und ein Mann rempeln sich beim Raus- bzw. Reingehen in ein Geschäft an. Die Frau sagt: "Mensch, guck halt nach vorne!". Darauf er: "Nee, mach ich nicht, guck du doch nach vorne!". Sie: "Nein du!". Er setzt an etwas zu sagen, winkt dann ab, dreht sich um und bricht den Bann.

#suzanneberlin #text #miniaturen #schreiben #impressionen #berlin #grossstadtleben

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djanghelo · 2 months

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NUEVO MIX ! 🙌

Hola mi gente les comparto un nuevo mix con los mejores edits actualizados hasta el momento.

Descargar aquí: https://t.me/+1Yq_Azcbj9o0NjBh

Track List:

01. Luna - Feid &Jacob.

02. Moscuw Mule - Bad Buny.

03. Baila Baila - Intro Ozuna.

04. Hawai - Habana - Intro Salsa.

05. Subele el Volumen - Daddy Yankke.

06. No te enamores - JayWheeler.

07. Hecha para mi - Boza.

09. Hasta que se saque el Malecon - Farruko.

10. Te va bien - Arcangel & Becky G.

11. La jeepeta - Bata Bata Intro Vocal.

12. Las Solteras - Mach & Daddy Yanke.

13. Mi niña - Wisin , Myke Towers.

14. Muevelo (Remixes).

15. Hip Dont Lie - Shakira.

16. La tortura - Shakira.

17. Agua - Tainy & J Balvin.

18. En la disco - Tito el Bambino.

19. Gyal You a Party Animal - Charly Black.

20. Que más pues - J Balvin & Maria Becerra.

21. Queda - Andy Rivera.

22. Se te nota Intro Live - Lele Pons.

23. La triple M - Mawell.

24. Mamacita - Ozuna & Black Eyed Peas.

25. Papi - Alejandro Armes.

26. La Old Skul - Rauw Alejandro.

27. Ten cuidado - Farruko & Pitbull.

28. Tocarte toa - Calle 13 Intro.

29. Traductor - Tiago PPzk & Mayke towers.

30. Permitame - Tony Dize.

31. Sexy Movimiento & Que tengo que hacer (Mashup).

32. Pa que la pases bien - Arcangel.

33. Me Rehuso - Danny Ocen (Mashup).

34. Salió el Sol - Don Omar.

35. De Carolina - Raw Alejandro.

36. Fulanito - BeckyG & El Alfa.

37. Singapur - El Alfa.

38. Tarot - Bad Bunny.

39. Virtual Diva & Muevelo (Mashup).

40. Se acabó la cuarentena - Jowell & Randy.

41. La Despedida - Daddy Yankke.

42. El Merengue - Manuel Turizo.

43. Felina - Tito el Bambino.

44. Hay otro en mi vida - Factoria.

45. Zundada (Remix) Out Acapella.

46. Fin

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fragwuerdiger-episodenguide · 11 months

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(039) Die drei ??? und die Perlenvögel

Klappentext

Die drei Detektive finden eine vergessene Brieftaube und damit beginnt ein geheimnisvolles Abenteuer, bei dem es um wertvolle Perlen und ermordete Vögel geht. Die drei ??? stehen vor vielen Rätsel, aber sie geben nicht auf. - Doch dann richtet sich der Lauf einer Pistole auf sie …

Veröffentlichungshistorie Buch (Random House): 037, 1984, Marc Brandel, The Mystery of the Two-Toed Pigeon Buch (Kosmos): 038, 1986, Leonore Puschert (aus dem Amerikanischen übertragen) Hörspiel (Europa): 039, 1986

⁉️ Allgemein

Handlungsort

Rocky Beach

Kategorie

Diebstahl

Figuren

Justus Jonas

Peter Shaw

Bob Andrews

Stanley "Stan" "Blinky" (😈)

Miss Maureen Melody, Vorsitzende des Vogelzuchtverein

Parker Frisbie, Juwelier (😈)

Japaner (😈)

🏖 Rocky Beach Universum

Orte

Santa Monica

Alto Drive, im Osten von Rocky Beach, 3 km vom Schrottplatz entfernt

Klein Tokio, Stadtteil von Rocky Beach

Meer, nördlich von Rocky Beach

Einrichtungen

Schrottplatz

Zentrale

Restaurant Seahorse

Wills Beach

Fujiyama, Restaurant in Klein Tokio

Austernzucht, in der Nähe von Wills Beach

Sonstiges

Unsere gefiederten Freunde, Vogelzuchtverein

Slappende Musik: Teil 12 01:05 – Teil 13 00:25

🛼 Sonstiges

Lustige Dialoge

Stan: "Na, seid ihr beim Schwimmen gewesen, im Ozean?"

Peter: "Hey, eine Taube! Im Kasten ist 'ne Taube drin! Eine sehr schöne Taube, finde ich."

Justus: "Und wozu die Umtauschaktion? Das, das ... das muss doch einen Sinn haben!" Peter: "Keine Ahnung, Justus. Also wir sollten die Taube Caesar nennen, okay?"

Bob: "Ah hier. Da kommt Miss Melody. Ach du meine Güte. Die sieht ja mal wieder toll aus. Bunt wie ein Kanarienvogel."

Miss Melody: "Ach, drei Jungen in meinem Garten. Was wollen sie wohl von mir?" Peter: "Oh. Ach du meine Güte! Spinnt die?"

Miss Melody: "Glory, glory, halleluja, glory, glory, halleluja. Die Belohnung ist für euch."

Peter: "Mh, ja, alles klar. Aber eins möchte ich noch von dir wissen, Justus." Justus: "Ja, was denn, Peter?" Peter: "Was suchen wir?"

Justus: "Nein, nicht! Nicht schlagen!"

Peter: "Ach, Blinky, Sie tun mir Leid. Sie müssen ins Gefängnis." Blinky: "Och, dagegen habe ich gar nichts, im Gegenteil. Wenn ich im Gefängnis bin, kann ich kein Geld für Wetten ausgeben. Und das ist gut so." Bob: "Dann schützen wir Sie ja geradezu, wenn wir Sie in's Gefängnis bringen." Peter: "Aber eine Belohnung wollen wir nicht von Ihnen. Dafür nicht."

Phrasenschwein

Fat shaming Justus wird beleidigt

🏳️‍🌈 Queer/diversity read

Shippy moments

Bob: "Nicht schlecht, Peter."

Justus: "Es gibt hier ein japanisches Restaurant, wo man gut essen kann. Peter isst so gerne Japanisch." Peter, Bob: "Ja."

Peter: "Hier! Hier sind Spuren! God bless Ameri– das ist falsch, oh das ist falsch." Bob: "Das ist richtig, hier sind wirklich Fußabdrücke eines Mannes. Nun sing doch schon, Peter!" Peter: "Jaaa!" Bob: "Nun mach doch." Peter: "God bless Amer– das ist nicht richtig, das ist falsch. Nun hilf mir doch mal!"

Diversity, Political Correctness and Feminism

Die Japaner haben einen SEHR fragwürdigen Akzent

"Japaner können uns ohnehin nicht auseinanderhalten."

#die drei fragezeichen #die drei ???#und die Perlenvögel #folge 039 #039 #Marc Brandel #fatshaming

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dragongutsixofficial · 1 year

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Loki is getting his own character sheet thanks to @onyxedskies' fe3h oc template !!! He is baby your honor, I love him. Ft an old character design sheet.

Character Info: Loki Blaiddyd von Hresvelg

Names and aliases:

Name (English): Loki

Full name (English): Blaiddyd von Hresvelg

Biological Information:

Gender: ĕ̴̢̢̤̮̤͙͇͔̆̆̔͊͂̔̄̓̏̀̔͘r̷̛̭̭͙̤̜̫̩̘̂̀́̂̀̄̉̋̿͑̈͘ŗ̷̞͔̤̲̺̖̜̙͓͍̭͒̊̈́͆̀ǫ̵̞̬̘̘̪̩̺̩̟̳̋̀̒̒̓͘ŕ̵̨̹̠̹̱̗̭̲͎̥̯̐̎̽̍̆̎̑͑͊͛̉ ̷̭̓̇̇̇͊̾́̊͂̇͠4̸̢̝̪̣͓̈́̌̂̓͒͂͂0̵̨̡̲̝͉̝͎͍̤̱͓̮͉͖̾4̶̹̠͙̼̲̦͙̯̙͈̎̓̔͌̃̆͐͊̑̚͝͝

Race: Human

Birthday: 14/05

Fodlan birthday: 14th of the Harpstring Moon

Age: 9 before timeskip - 14 post-timeskip

Relatives: younger brother to Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd, Edelgard von Hresvelg , Adel von Hresvelg, Aline von Hresvelg

Nationality: Faerghan, Agarthan, Adrestian

Hometown: Fhirdiad

Residence: Garreg Mach Monastery

Factions: Imperial army/TWSITD (formerly)

Occupations: gremory, little sibling, researcher

Backstory:

Early Life/Academy phase:

As the name indicates, he's related to both the Hresvelg and Blaiddyd families, though he is actually the son of Lambert and Patricia and possesses a crest of Blaiddyd. During the tragedy of Duscur, he was in his mother's carriage and got abducted by TWSITD: but instead of outright killing the kid, they decided to raise him as one of their own, as a way to have a royal replacement with a semblance of legitimacy in case Edelgard turned against them too soon and they had to get rid of her. However, even though he was forced to do terrible things at the hands of TWSITD (namely experiments) from a very young age and was essentially brainwashed by them, he never forgot his older brother, and deeply wished to be reunited with him. During his eight/nine years amidst their ranks, he basically became a child soldier, as well as good at magic: however, he also suffered a major injury under mysterious circumstances which left his right arm badly burnt. As a result, TWSITD came up with an artificial relic, his glove, which channels the power of his Crest and boosts his magical attacks instead of his physical ones- his favorite spell being an altered version of dark spikes (basically the only one he’ll use).

Timeskip Phase:

A little after the start of the war, Edelgard manages to learn about her little brother's existence and reveals to him the manipulation he's been subjected to his whole life. Though still in the clutches of TWSITD, who he now really wants to see dead, he sides with his newfound family (Edelgard and the other Hresvelg siblings), never giving up the hope to see his older brother Dimitri again- and trying very hard to prevent him and Edelgard from killing each other. Along the way, he learns again what it is like to just be a kid-and to be a sibling.

War Phase:

During the war, Loki sometimes fights along his siblings on the battlefield (as support), mainly when there is a chance of his older brother Dimitri being present. He spends a lot of time trying to convince him to join Edelgard’s side, to no avail, before he understands he can control neither of his siblings’ actions and he will never have the family he wants; as a last ditch effort, though, he will save Dimitri from death in routes where he would usually die.

In the meantime, he tries to get his hand on as much info about TWSITD’s victims and the experiments they went through, and tries to develop ways to heal them- or at the very least, honor their memory and find the families of the deceased.

Post-Canon:

After TWSITD are defeated, Loki takes the time to heal and takes the radical decision to chop his right arm off and start wearing a prosthesis. He also abandons his relic-lite glove, since he wants to turn that page of his life and doesn’t intend to fight anymore. Later on, he moves to Faerghus with Aline, where they help rebuild the Kingdom and he becomes a teacher at the Fhirdiad Magic Academy. In parallel, he puts in a lot of work in order to help the Agarthan people recover from TWSITD’s influence and find their place within the rest of Fodlanese society, as well as promote the Agarthan culture (I refuse to think that all Agarthans are evil after 1,000 years; my personal headcanon is that Agartha is an authoritarian regime ruled by TWSTID. Furthermore, I really want to see an underground light festival where everyone wears makeup inspired by the constellations and stars. I can do what I want.)

Personality:

Loki is a very smart kid, but his life experience has led him to become very distrusting of adults and other people in general. As a rule, he is a pretty sarcastic person and is cold to people he does not feel uncomfortable with, to the point that he often lashes out at them undeserved. However, he is also someone who deeply wants to do good, and is sweet and caring towards those he trusts- as well as a massive sucker for hugs.

His gender expression, but also his makeup, is a way for him to express his personality; he starts using more colors post-canon as he is more and more at peace with his life.

As a result of his trauma, he suffers from selective mutism; he also hates having blood on his hands, and has a knee-jerk reaction to having anything slightly dirty or reminiscent of blood on himself.

Gameplay:

it's better for everyone's sanity if i don't try to do stats i know nothing about ; but his class is Gremory. He excels in Science, and his magical attack is by far his highest stat; he is decent in faith and in magical defense, however he absolutely sucks at everything else. His physical defense is six feet under, further impeded by the fact that his right arm is an obvious weak point for any enemy.

Recruitment:

Since he doesn’t appear until post-timeskip, he isn’t recruitable.

Gift List:

Plushies are a sure hit.

Meal List:

I’m guessing Agarthan alimentation is pretty different from the reste of Fodlan’s alimentation, so he keeps expanding his tastes as time goes on, although he might sometimes have a knee-jerk reaction to it. He loves lemonade though.

Lost Items:

Balm: a half-used balm, the kind youd use to treat a bad burn.

Sketchbook: a sketchbook written in an unrecognizable alphabet. It contains a lot of anatomical sketches.

White glove: a glove that reminds you of the one Edelgard used to wear at the Academy.

Quotes:

In The Monastery:

Choir Practice:

I don’t know the lyrics to that song.

Cooking:

I can’t do anything that will strain my right hand, but otherwise, I can help.

Counselor:

I hate to admit it, but I have a very strained relationship with someone I care a lot about. I wish he would listen to me and see where I stand. How can I go about it ?

Dining Hall:

With Aline: Thank you for insisting I try this. It’s delicious !

With Edelgard : One day, I’ll take you to see the street stalls in Agartha. The food there is to die for!

With Adel: I’m glad we didn’t have to cook this.

Gift:

That’s… I love it. Thank you.

Neutral: Thanks.

Disliked: Why did you ever think I’d want this ?

Lost Item:

Not theirs: I don’t recognize it, I’m sorry.

Theirs: Oh, thank you ! I’ve been searching everywhere for this.

Tea Party:

General: Thank you for the invitation. I really appreciate it.

Favorite Tea: Chamomile tea

Favorite Teas: “Did you know this was Dima’s favorite tea back when were kids ? I have to admit, it’s the main reason that it’s my own favorite.”

Observe: Please stop that. This is uncomfortable.

End: This was… genuinely nice. I really hope we’ll do this again someday.

Group Tasks:

Stable Duty (with Edelgard):

Loki: I’m not sure I want to come any closer.

Edelgard : These horses are nothing to be afraid of. Here, give me your hand- I’ll show you.

Loki: … Oh. They’re so… soft. Haha !

Weeding (with Loki):

Loki: I'm not sure I want to do this.

Aline : Here. I'll show you how to do it.

Loki: Nope, nope, I don't want to be covered in dirt. I'll stick around as… moral support.

Sky Watch (with Adel):

Adel: Hold on tight, princesse !

Loki: I trust you and Mirabelle not to drop me to my death.

Adel: I’ll always be there to catch you.

Results:

Good: What did you expect ?

Battle Quotes:

When selected: Alright.

War phase:

Full health: Let’s get this over with.

Medium health: I’m not sure how long I’ll manage…

Low health: I don’t have a choice !

Critical:

War phase:

Don't underestimate me !

Get away from me !

For all of those who never had a chance !

Don’t stand in my way !

Facing a named enemy:

Facing Dimitri : Dimitri ! Please, listen to me !

Against someone they don’t know: … Who are you again ?

Facing TWSITD: It’s about time you paid for everything you’ve done.

Against Thales/Arundel: Uncle-... I’ll kill you.

War phase, defeating an enemy:

Oof…

I’m out of here.

I warned you.

…That's so much blood.

I'm sorry…

It’s time they got what they deserved.

Ally Defeats Enemy:

Thank you !

Wow… That was impressive.

Do you need assistance ?

Stay careful !

Let’s make it together.

That was, for lack of other words, badass.

Retreat Quote:

War Retreat: I need to get out of here. I can’t die now !

#fe3h #fe3h oc #loki blaiddyd von hresvelg #edelgard von hresvelg #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #twsitd

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