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gloryseized · 5 months

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balladetto asked:

[AVOIDING] The sender stresses that the receiver's safety is a priority and urges them to reconsider. ( not necessarily fighting each other, from kane to shion! )

Meme Tag -- @balladetto

Kane grabs his hand to get him to stop moving, tugging away from his goal of returning to the Temple of Time, of sliding the Master Sword back in its resting place. The temple has a stillness about it, somehow suspended in time just like he'd been, and even though Shion has never seen a priest or other attendant come inside, there's not even a speck of dust on the altar that he could see. And still the light filters down from above, highlighting the pedestal and what it promises.

Interrupting the quiet is a frantic begging, a pleading that they've made it, that the world is safe now. Ganon is gone, they don't have anything more to worry about. And to a point, Kane is right, Shion allows, conceding to his brother's pull and resting his forehead against his brother's as he breathes in the other's smell.

Even if 'safe' is such a nebulous word at this point. Hyrule has been ravaged, torn to pieces underneath Ganon's rule. Castle Town especially marks a hallmark to the destruction, standing empty except for the lolling forms of wandering skeletons. Is there any chance of life now? Is there any chance for a future after so much death? Shion's mouth settles into a stubborn line as Kane talks.

"We can rebuild. We can do it," he hears Kane insisting, hands on Shion's shoulders, pushing him away slightly to get a better look at his brother. And something in Kane's expression crumples, sorrowful and worried by what he sees carved into Shion's face, and this realization gives Shion all the answer he needs.

Shion will set this right. He has to--Shion has to make this so it never happens. If what this all did to Hyrule isn't enough, it's what it did to his brother that haunts him all the more.

Kane knows this expression too, this determination, his eyes lighting with renewed energy as his hands grip tighter into his brother's shoulders, worry circling his mouth. "We don't know what will happen. G-ganon's gone! What if--"

Shion's fingers pinch together. << No. >> he signs sharply, reaching forward, he wraps his hand around his brother's neck, pulling him forward again so their foreheads meet. A gasp escapes Shion's lips. He can feel himself buckling, feel his will trembling. If he lingers here any longer, he might change his mind and he can't risk doing it, not when that could hurt so many people.

Not when that would mean his brother had to go through all of this alone.

Tapping his chest, left flattened palm chops forward. Both hands cross in front of his chest, palms flat, before he swings them wide. Tapping his chest, his left pointer finger taps his lips before swinging down to cover his right fisted hand. << I will be safe. I promise. >> he insists, even as his hands shake. He has to fix this. It was his responsibility and he has to fix this. He has to keep his brother safe.

Placing a kiss on his brother's forehead, he pulls away, slipping the Master Sword free from its sheath on its back. And he plunges it into the pedestal in the Temple of Time.

#balladetto #of masks and time! twin au.#mute courage || link #out questing. || queue #going back to fix things #i. realized i might have mucked with canon a bit for this but who cares. Vibes #also i got Super sad thinking about adult timeline now but that's for different and sadder times =']#everything is good and fine here this is fine

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thevalicemultiverse · 2 years

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man had always assumed that he was more intelligent than dolphins because he had achieved so much — the wheel, New York, wars, and so on — while all the dolphins had ever done was muck about in the water having a good time. But conversely, the dolphins had always believed that they were far more intelligent than man — for precisely the same reasons.

Alice: That's from Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy, right? It's a good quote. And I think it's safe to say, seeing the state of the world right now, I'm with the damn dolphins.

#~M: I want some questions! now! (ask)#~M: grin without a cat (anon)#~V: Cuddlepile #~T: Girls Love Girls And Boys #man or dolphin more intelligent #~C: Alice Liddell #((I know some quotes #and yes at this point I think any creature that just mucks about and has a good time #has got the advantage over us #*heavy sigh*))#~M: with this hand I will lift your queue

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dead-dove-yandere · 1 month

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This is a second part to this request, but you don’t need to read the previous part to understand this story. :]

TW: Stalking, obsession, unhealthy parasocial relationship, mentions of cheating

“Did you see this, Laura?” Her friend said as they waited in line for the concert. Laura took the magazine that her friend offered her, a tabloid style rag that spouted nothing but muck and slander about all of Laura’s favourite idols and bands. She frowned as she read the headline emblazoned across the top of the glossy cover.

IDOL’S BREAKUP AFTER CAUGHT WITH MISTRESS.

Her fist gripped the magazine tighter as she looked at the grainy paparazzi pics pasted on the front, all showing proof that you, her most beloved idol and the very one she was going to see in concert today, had been going behind your now ex’s back. Laura rudely shoved the magazine back to her friend.

“It’s fake news,” she said.

“I mean, they literally have pictures,” her friend suggested, but Laura shut her down with a scowl.

“I saw the article online earlier and it’s so obviously fake. All the pictures are probably doctored. Besides, their ex and their bandmates declined to comment. You’d have thought they’d have said something.”

“No, not really? Some PR person probably told them to keep hush,” her friend said.

“No!” Laura snapped, making some of the bouncers look over with a glare. She didn’t seem to notice, and kept yelling. “It’s not true - they would never do something like that. They know better than to just sleep around. I’ll tell you what’s happened - they just fell out of love and now their ex is going about spreading lies to whatever desperate journalist will listen.”

“Jeez, okay Laura. It’s not that serious.” Laura, however, was still fuming, even as the queue began to move again, and they were ushered into the venue.

“Anyway, I heard rumours that this “mistress” of theirs - if she exists - is going to be sitting in the green room. A lot of people were complaining about it online.” Laura didn’t reply and just huffed as she waited for the concert to begin.

As the band walked on stage, Laura’s eyes remained firmly fixed on you. You smiled and waved to everyone and she couldn’t help but give a nervous smile back. Yet, in the back of her throat, bile built up and she felt as though she might be sick any moment. Her friend’s words rattled around in her head, and she couldn’t help but think of that damned mistress of yours, lounging in the green room like she owned the place, probably not even caring that she’d stolen you not just from your ex, but your one true soulmate - Laura. Her lip curled in disgust, then she turned to her friend.

“I’m going to the bathroom,” she lied. Her friend nodded and left her to it, and Laura began to navigate the dense crowds, sneaking past the bouncers until she was in an empty corridor in the venue. Picking up a discarded audio wire she found on the ground, Laura began tying it into a makeshift garrotte and headed towards the green room, doing her best to not be seen. Whether you had a mistress or not, you certainly wouldn’t have one by the end of tonight.

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humiliatingsluts · 2 months

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Power Corrupts: Part 9

Rob couldn't stop thinking about it. He was horrified at himself, but it was also the most intense and addictive sexual experience of his life. He couldn't stop picturing Alex gagging on a strangers cock, or seeing the fat man fill her with cum. Not to mention feeling her whine and protest as he fucked her. He knew he had to go back.

But first he logged onto the forum and created an account. He typed out, detail by detail, every moment of his experience. Of course, he left out that he was Alex's wife. But he recommended as many men as possible take the chance to fuck her. He told them she seemed to love anal. While he typed it he jerked off.

And the very next day, Monday, was that day. He had been off work, compassionate leave, so first thing he headed straight back to Westminster. He was nearly first in the queue, so he hung back so he wouldn't be noticed by Alex. Again, she was on her hands and knees when he arrived. This time he joined the queue for her mouth. She looked even worse today than yesterday, her face and hair was covered in muck despite it being morning. She was quite enthusiastic, licking and sucking the first cock she was given and quickly earned herself a facial.

Rob stepped forward quickly, trying to keep his face obscured by his cock. Alex usually had her eyes closed so he thought the risk was slim. She opened her mouth and started bobbing her head up and down. Rob realised she had got much better at this in the last few weeks. Scared of being noticed, he gripped the sides of her head and covered most of her eyes and began fucking her face.

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Alex felt surprisingly confident at the beginning of the day. She would soon be off duty for several days in a row, and Monday was always the quietest day. She sucked her first cock almost passionately, and the first cock in her cunt nearly made her cum. The second man to use her face was rough. He started by letting her suck him but soon grabbed her head and started fucking her throat. His smell was familiar, but she stuck to her policy of closed eyes and anonymity. She already knew many of her colleagues and probably friends had used her, but she preferred not to know.

Something about this cock was too familiar though. She tried to put it out her mind, but when the next cock behind her forced itself into her arse, she took the opportunity to open her eyes briefly at the shock of the pain. And she broke: it was Rob. Her husband. Violating her mouth. She couldn't look away as he mercilessly thrusted into her mouth. He looked down and their eyes met. His widened in horror as he realised she had seen him. She tried to speak, or to pull away, but Rob more firmly grabbed her hair and didn't let up, if anything getting rougher. She moaned and protested but he ignored her, staring down at her as he used her.

It didn't take him long to cum, he convulsed as he filled her mouth with cum, thrusting slowly and grunting cruelly. He pulled away and Alex started to yell, to call him a piece of shit, a pig, a monster. But before she could get out more than a syllable, another cock was in her mouth. She watched Rob sheepishly step away, doing up his jeans and not making eye contact with her. Helplessly, she watched him leave her to the rest of the men.

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Rob's head was spinning. He had never cum harder in his life. The moment Alex had looked up at his, completely at his mercy and completely desperate, he had realised he needed her this way. The look on her face when he had cum in her throat was seared into his memory. He stood outside the free use room and regained his breath. Mere minutes later he was hard again. He went back in. Alex had been flipped onto her back and a man was sitting on her face, making her rim him. Another man was just about to fuck her. Rob waited behind him and spoke loudly so she would hear, "I had her arse yesterday, I recommend it." The man laughed and obliged, stretching out her arsehole. He didn't last long, and pulled out to cum on her stomach and tits.

Rob took his place now, spreading his wife's legs and groping her tits. The man lifted off her face and she looked up at him in fear and anger. But there was less anger now, mostly fear. He entered her arsehole easily, and slowly started fucking her. She sucked cock but didn't break eye contact as Rob violated her arse for the second time. The man came in her mouth quickly, and Alex swallowed it without a second thought and whimpered, "How can you do this to me? I'm your wife." Rob grunted out each word between deep harsh thrusts,

"Not" He felt her arse clench around him, "in" he grabbed her tits and squeezed until she yelped, "here" he thrust deeper again and groaned, "cunt." He said the last word with cruelty and started to cum. "Fuck, you're just a whore in here." he managed to gasp out as he came, pumping his cum deep into Alex's arse.

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mikalame · 8 months

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Heyyy could I request Tom with a reader who works for the band (books hotels, helps with set up, etc?) so shes always going on tour with them and he’s had the biggest crush on her for ages. Queue the boys making gestures and teasing him, maybe one of them accidentally tells reader that he likes her after they’ve been drinking?

Idk whether Tom would admit it or get embarrassed and pissy but I’ll leave it up to you 😭 feel free to make your own plot up if you prefer!! I have a hard time using my imagination 😬

Thx!! <3

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You had been spending the last few minutes organising the roster for the bands next tour, being deep in thought just clicking and putting the name of songs in time slots.

Once you finished wrapping up the Europe tour you were about to work on the next one when your hear heavily footsteps and giggles coming from the hallway.

Thinking it was just the band doing band stuff and mucking around before heading back onto the road you didnt think much of it just continuing your work.

Tom's pov

"Oooo, ___ in the room, you gonna go up to her and give her a big smooch on the lips" Georg teases pouting his lips, "Fuck off Georg" Tom groans he had been putting up with this teasing since yesterday when tom stuttered when talking to ___.

"Awww is little tommy embarrassed awww" Gustav cooed joining in with the teasing giggling as they stick around the corridor laughing more as tom tries to pull them away.

"What are you embarrassed about Tom" A voice comes from the room tom was dreading "Oh um nothing ___" Tom's vooice shakes, thinking this is like all conversations between the two and wanting to tease abit more bill deciceds to help his brother.

"We were just talking about a little party were going to later tonight, would you like to come" Bill smiles sweetly, Tom whipping his head to the side to look at bill with a 'what the hell' exspression, Georg and Gustav both look at eachother then bill all three of their faces grinning like madmen.

"Oh um are you sure, i would love to" You say adjusting the files in your hand, "No you should definatly come totally" The boys reasure you talking about the time they will come to your hotel door and what not.

"Why the hell would you do that huh, did you have to invite her" Tom mutters quietly as they walk away hiding his face in his hands cheeks flared red.

Even though he said it quitely the girl around the corner still heard what he said now thinking it was some kind of prank she wasnt sure if she wanted to go, exspecally if the guy she was going for didnt even want her their.

Time Skip

"I'll wait right here- or i'll just meet you at the club" tom says turning quick to walk away from the girls room that the others were pulling him closer to.

"No Tom man-up, i cant belive The Tom is acting so shy, huh, not so brave now" Georg snickers behind his hand earning a smack from bill as he knocks on the girls door.

"oi shut up- Hey ___ we're here, open up" He yells knocking some more beofre hearing the lock unlock and the door handle jimmy.

Your Pov

___ stepped out, her nereves all over the place, feeling the sweat form on her palm quickly wiping it away on the bottom of her skirt.

She hasent went out since working for Tokio Hotel even though they seem to go out everynight its mostly the boys and mabey the manager if its a special occation.

"Sorry if this isnt really club attire, had to dig this out of my suitcase" she giggles nervously adjusting the length of the skirt. "No girl you look amazing, right tom" Bill questions walking to the elevator cocking his eyebrow to his brother.

"Huh oh yeah, can we go" He answers looking away clearing his throat before walking making sure ___ was infront of him to he culd watch her as she walked as not to get caught by her.

Tom looks over to his left and sees Georg doing the fake makeout thing rubing his hands over his waist and fr a split second thrusting his hips up beofre walking back normaly.

hereing the giggles and having them walk behind her is making ___ more nervous thinking that mabey tom i even critisising her or making fun of her outfit, but she decides not to let it get to her like it normaly would she thinks of mabey finding someone to talk to during the night..... and mabey talk to tom.

At the club

After begs from the boys to talk to ___ he takes a couple of deep breaths andshaking his hands he walks up to the bar where she is standing oldering her drink trying to under stand what the man is saying over the loud club music.

After a couple minutes of trying to order a drink you think about giving up on it and getting one of the boys to do it thinking that they would be better as their used to the sort of stuff, until you hear a falillar raspy voice shout behind you.

"SHE WANTS A _____ ____" Tom yells not really knowing what else to say, the man behind the counter nods finally understanding what she wanted, walking away to go make it the two stand there awkwardly.

Tom has no idea whats going on his nerves everwhere, this being unmarked terriory for him even though he is usally the best at this sorta stuff.

And ___ freaking out because he crush is right their standing next to her, even though she seems him everyday its diffrent its not in the professional way this is more of a 'hang out' way, panicing from the situation she trys to find a way out.

"OMG TOM I LOVE YOU" a girls voice screeches over the music, the two look over and tom gets pulled into the crowd of people a girl with blond hair and short dress rubs her hands up and down his arms complimenting him on everthing.

With that distraction she grabs her drink and speed walks over to the table where the rest of the band is sitting all straight backs and seeming to look for someone until they see you they slouch back trying to look non suspitious and justcausslaly sipping from their cups.

After sitrting down a weird mood washed over the group, ___ already nerous about they whole thing start really sweating quickly adjusting her jacketr to make sure they dont see her sweating to badly even though they could probably see the sweat on her forehead.

Bill even though they had only been here for a couple hours is blackout drunk and swaying in his seat blabbering about what ever pops into is mind lifting the mood a bit until he siad somthing he wasnt supposed to.

"So wheres tom huh" cocking his eyebrow again looking at the girl, "Oh last i saw him he was getting felt up by some girl" looking back down at her drink quitely sipping it.

"He probably wished it was you" Bill says slapping his hand over his mouth shook about what he said, the rest of the group looking at him wide eyed and jaws dropped exspecaly the girl who is shocked by what he boy just said.

With the air still heavily from what was just said and bill being to scared to say anything else the group is quite until a sertin dread head comes tumbling into the table.

"Omg, i could NOT get away from them damn" he huffs wiping the 'dust' off of himself beofre looking back at the group whos eyes quickly look down or at eachother.

Looking at bill with a questioning look wondering what happened bill spills.

"I told her"

Tom knowing what that meant whipped his head over at the girl who's eyes that were previously on him now looking everywhere but him, then looking at the G's who do the same as the girl.

Tom stands up shaking the table a bit, leans over grabbing the girls arm before dragging her with him outside to talk without the music blaringing into their ears.

"So um- you know-" "I like you" she blurts out the alchol kicking in now knowing why they call it liquid courge "You do" he repets making sure he did hear that and tht he was correct "Yeah, um from what bill said it kinda sounds like you like me to?" she questions slowly sobering up by the second now wanting to get out of there.

Tom's breathing gets heavy as he contemplates if he is actually going to do this. He is.

"Yeah i do- um ive liked you for a couple of months now" tom swallows the saliva that is coating his mouth right now, clenching his hands trying to get rid of the sweat.

The air between the too is quite and still seeming like all other noise around them is silent even though the club is still blaring their music and people filling the club walking in and out.

Locking eyes with eachother both of their eyes flick between the others lips then back to their eyes being enough to signal what they both want before lock their lips with eachothers.

Holding her breath in her lungs scared that if she breathes to heavy this all might dissapear and she will wake up from the dream come true, she deepens the kiss to really make sure it happening and once truly convincing herself it is they both pull back catching the breath she didnt know she needed.

A airy breath comes from tom whos cheeks are flushed and hand rubbing the back of his neck beofre his face changes to an annoyed eyerolll.

Thinking somthing bad is behind them she turns seeing bill lauging gustav looking super happy running up to tease tom more upclose and Georg doing the fake make out thing again bfore turning back embarrased when he sees hes been caught.

SORRY IDK HOW TO END IT, hope you all enjoy and like.

#tokio hotel #tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz #georg listing #gustav schäfer #tom kaulitz imagines

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fatehbaz · 2 years

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On Saturday, August 2, 2014, the water supply for the city of Toledo, Ohio, was poisoned. Officials issued an unequivocal order to the half million residents connected to the municipal intake: Don’t drink, cook, or brush your teeth with the water. [...] Stores ran out of bottled water, leaving residents to queue up at local fire stations [...]. The culprit was a bright green plume of Microcystis, a cyanobacterium that thrives in warm water [...]. In spring, rains wash a pulse of nutrients off the surrounding region’s fertilized farms and send it down the Maumee and Sandusky Rivers and into western Lake Erie. [...] Tests showed that the city’s water contained dangerous levels of microcystin, a liver toxin produced by the bloom.

The source of the problem stretches for thousands of square miles across northwestern Ohio and eastern Indiana. The rich earth [...] in the region produces hundreds of millions of dollars’ worth of soybeans and corn, as well as wheat, vegetables, pork, and poultry. The landscape is a vast, flat expanse of tidy fields and modest farmhouses crisscrossed with county roads — but it wasn’t always this way.

Centuries ago, this part of the Midwest was a wild expanse of wet forest and marsh stretching across a million acres, and early settlers who slogged through the muck and mosquitoes called the place the Great Black Swamp. [...] On an 1808 map, the swamp, which covered most of northwestern Ohio, was designated as “land not worth a farthing.”

But settlers came anyway, felling the giant sycamores and oaks to create roads, and digging miles of drainage trenches to slowly bleed the water away from the muck. [...]

They [”the wetlands”] are considered a menace, a threat, a thing to be overcome. These attitudes are enshrined in state law, which makes impossible any action, including wetland restoration, that slows the flow of runoff through those miles of constructed drainage ditches [...].

[S]oldiers recorded the striking bounty of the Black Swamp and Lake Erie’s southwestern shore. On an April morning in 1813, two hungry soldiers stationed at Fort Meigs, near present-day Toledo, walked down to the Maumee River. The clear waters swarmed with perch, muskellunge, sturgeon, and catfish. Plunging spears into the water at random, they caught 67 fish in 30 minutes, often killing two or three with a single stroke. Every river mouth west of the Sandusky held dense beds of wild rice, where waterfowl settled to feed, then rose in flocks that darkened the sky. The rice stalks stood taller than a man’s head: to feed, ducks grabbed the stems with their feet and tugged the seed heads down to the water. [...]

In 1859, the Ohio General Assembly passed a law authorizing county commissioners to construct drainage ditches. Farmers benefiting from ditch construction shared the cost. The other Midwestern states also enacted laws authorizing drainage districts, enabling the construction of vast networks of ditches that drained great swathes of land — a mission that required investment and coordination, and could not have been accomplished by individual landowners.

Through the work of drainage districts, the Corn Belt states would lose more than 95 percent of their native wetlands. [...]

Some enterprising soul tested the abundant clay that lay a foot or two beneath the soil of the Black Swamp, and found that it made excellent tiles.

By 1880, more than 50 tile factories operated in northwest Ohio, and the Black Swamp was dismembered and used to feed an accelerating and diversifying cycle of human industry.

The great wetland trees — ash, elm, oak, sycamore — were felled and used to build houses, make furniture, and power the railroads that sprouted up across Ohio. In the 1860s, Ohio’s railways consumed one million cords of wood each year as fuel, and an unknown quantity for ties. The discovery of underdrainage created a growing demand for tile. All this drove an orgy of forest clearing and land draining which in the course of five decades, from 1870 to 1920, completely erased the Black Swamp. A wilderness went up in the smoke from railroad engines, and flowed in drainage ditches down to the Maumee and Sandusky, which began to run murky and lost their once-bountiful populations of fish.

Among the descendants of the settlers who conquered the Black Swamp, drainage is viewed as sacred, while wetland restoration borders on the profane. In terms of water quality, a prime place to create wetlands would be where they intercept the flow of polluted water in farm ditches. That could cause water to back up and flood the fields, however, and it is forbidden under Ohio’s ditch laws, which have changed little since 1859.

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All text, images, and captions published by: Sharon Levy. “Learning to Love the Great Black Swamp.” Undark. 31 March 2017. [Bold emphasis and some paragraph breaks added by me.]

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that-weird-breton-girl · 8 months

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Irideis, Part 11

Parts 1-10 here

In front of the temple doors was a goblin who, to keep things brief, nabbed the temple map Aradin’s mate Brian possessed. It took little convincing for the goblin to hand it over to me, but where I expected an illustration, I only saw the contents of a poem. It mentioned a “son of Selûne”, his grave, the moon, and the stars.

Inside, a squad kept watch in the entry hall.

“Oi!” A goblin wielding a battle axe confronted me. “State yer business. Now.”

I put one hand on my hip. “I have an audience with the one in charge.”

She squinted at me. “You one of those Moonrise types, then? Your kind don’t usually deal with Boss Ragzlin and Priestess Gut. Guess you’re after Minthara.” She gave me a once-over. “Could be ‘er blood by the looks of you.”

Is she like my father, or like those who stole him from me? “That’s who I’m looking for.”

The goblin assessed me. “She’s in tellin’ the warchiefs wot’s wot. Next raid’s gonna be a big’un, I hear.”

As we entered the inner sanctum, the hairs on my skin pricked. The fumes of melting flesh.

In the centre, a small queue of goblins lined up in front of the one I inferred was Priestess Gut. Behind her was an altar of skulls and tusks, to her side a large flaming brazier with long branding irons, glowing orange-red where they and the embers made contact.

“Let the faithful come to receive Her blessing!” Priestess Gut proclaimed.

The goblin next in line stepped up and extended his arm. Priestess Gut snatched it and lifted a branding rod from the brazier. I quickly averted my gaze and hurried up the stairs to our right as the recipient cried out in agony.

In one of the rooms on the second floor, a human was strung to a torture rack as part of an interrogation. I convinced the torturers to leave under the guise of being the human’s new tormentor. Once out of earshot, we asked the human, named Liam, about Halsin and set him free. He desperately warned us that Emerald Grove was the goblins’ next target.

We continued our investigation. More broken statues of Selûne, graffitied with bloody symbols of a handprint with a skull as the palm. Deeper in the temple, major sections of the second floor had been destroyed, revealing murky depths. Beneath the makeshift wooden floor boards that spanned the gaps, the rattles of spiders echoed below.

In a large room, a hulking hobgoblin performed a necromantic ritual with surrounding onlookers. By the process of elimination, this was Dror Ragzlin. His subject was a mind flayer corpse. As we passed by, Dror used a scroll to beckon the corpse to rise, demanding the identity of its killer.

Further in, a dark violet scrying eye hovered between empty bookshelves that lined the walls, its gaze unchanging. Around the corner, a rash voice.

“Your scouting part has not returned, and half the intruders escaped your guards.”

“Sorry, mistress. We mucked up.”

A goblin cowered before a drow, whose ghost-white hair was tucked into a thick bun. She adorned sleek armour. Minthara.

“Until their sanctuary is found, I will take something precious from you every hour that passes.” She rasped. “A trinket… a tongue… a limb…”

“I-I ain’t got no use without me limbs!” The goblin stuttered. “The lads’ll make the prisoner squeal soon enough, I swear!”

The drow raised her hand in authority. “Silence now, creature. Or I will silence you forever.”

As she turned to address us, maroon eyes locked onto mine.

I caught my breath and a cold hand caressed my thoughts. The chamber around me melted away, revealing a dark, endless nowhere. A glassy-eyed woman with long, braided hair leaned over Minthara, whispering into her ear.

That figure… that’s one of the Chosen…

The vision faded away.

Minthara opened her eyes and smiled amicably at me. A webbed tattoo graced her pale lavender neck. “A True Soul? Praise be, sister. Are you here to join my hunt?”

A lump grew in my throat. Don’t you dare call me that. I memorised her visage, imagining it at that fateful scene, long ago. People like her tortured Mother.

Noticing my hesitation, Shadowheart spoke up. “We’re on a hunt of our own, looking-”

“Was I speaking to you, faerie?” Minthara spat. “Keep still, or else I’ll cut out your tongue.” She turned to me. “You should manage your darthiir better.”

I swallowed. “Will keep that in mind. I’m looking for a druid named Halsin.”

An intent gaze. “Interesting. What do you know of this druid?”

Erm… “I have orders to capture him.”

Minthara’s eyes narrowed. “Orders from whom? This is my command, and if you were sent here, I would have been told to expect you.” She straightened her back. “It appears that you are new to your rank. Henceforth, you shall report to me. Your name?”

Shit. Shit. “I-Irideis.” I couldn’t think of a fake name in time.

To my relief, Minthara looked unfazed, unconcerned about my name. “Here are your orders, Irideis.” She leaned over a map of the Sword Coast sprawled out on a table. “The druid makes his home in a nearby sanctuary where his followers worship a false god. I intend to find it and destroy it. There is a weapon the Absolute seeks; I’m sure those wretches have it hidden away there.” Her low voice rumbled with excitement. “We will find it, amongst the dead and the ashes.”

The artefact. “You want me to locate this sanctuary.”

“Correct. Do so, then report back to me.”

I carefully nodded and turned around to leave.

“My patience wears thin, True Soul. The hunt must begin.”

There was a largely uninhabited area of the temple where we set up camp that evening. It was partially exposed; the sky peeked through gaps in the ceiling. In the distance, the drumming continued. We supped.

“I suppose that could’ve gone worse.” Shadowheart said. “I was half-expecting Minthara to attack when you opened your mouth, Irideis. You acted as though a Beholder had gotten you.”

“You must control your fear before it leads to your demise.” Lae’zel advised with concern.

“Mm.” I tersely answered. My mind wandered aimlessly in the air, flickering between memories.

Astarion put his hands behind his head and leaned back against a slab of stone. “It doesn’t seem like a coincidence that you happened to have an item that can protect us from the Absolute’s influence, Shadowheart. How did you come by it?”

She replied quietly, still adjusting to the fact that her guarded secret was now known. “I was part of a group sent by my cloister.” She glanced at Lae’zel. “We were to take the artefact from the githyanki and bring it to Baldur’s Gate, no matter the cost. Though… it turned out the cost was very steep. I was the only one to survive. I took the artefact and fled, only to be ensnared by mind flayers before I could finish the mission.” She sighed. “That’s all I know. That’s all I need to know.”

“How can you go through all this trouble and not understand why?” I asked. The change in conversation grounded me.

“I told you already - I surrendered my memories, for the sake of the mission. Shar’s secrets must be protected. Duty demands it. Once I fulfil my mission, my memories will be restored.”

“How do you know that’ll happen? What’s stopping your contact from holding on to your memories?”

“Lady Shar rewards her faithful. You just don’t understand. There is no more to question about it.”

Astarion pondered. “I can’t help but wonder if that wound on your hand has something to do with your devotion.”

Shadowheart inspected her right hand. “It’s my burden, from Lady Shar. It never quite heals, and sometimes it causes terrible pain to rip through me. But somehow, I can feel her influence.”

“What makes it hurt?” I asked.

“It’s difficult to say… sometimes I wonder if it’s supposed to be guiding me, punishing me, testing me… but perhaps it’s none of those. Perhaps it’s completely random. Granted, I’d like to hope there’s more to it than that, some meaning that Lady Shar will reveal to me in due time. Until then, all I can do is endure.”

Lae’zel rolled her eyes.

I haven’t encountered anything in the wilds that could relieve divine punishment. There must be something… “Are you sure there’s nothing I can do?”

“I don’t think so, but you’re sweet to ask. Maybe just be patient the next time you see it happen. It’ll pass soon enough. It always does.” She stared at the campfire. “Pain is sacred to followers of Lady Shar. Pain will give way to loss, and then to the peace of her eternal darkness. You can tolerate a great deal of suffering, so long as it has meaning.”

It was now an established routine; Astarion would show up in my tent, always a couple of hours after everyone retired for the night. We’d both sit down, I’d summon my familiar, he’d get his blood, and then he’d leave.

As I held the spider in my palms, I glanced at the marks on the vampire spawn’s pallid neck. The terrifying eyes I saw in his memories flashed by. “How does someone become a vampire? I mean, an actual vampire.”

“It’s simple, really. Just find a vampire that will drink your blood and turn you into a vampire spawn: their obedient puppet. In theory, the next step is to drink their blood. Once you’ve done that, you’re a free and true vampire.”

Vampires are never free. “So… they bite you, you bite them?”

Astarion gave it some thought. “Mm...yes and no. The problem is, once you’re a vampire’s spawn, they completely control you. They have to allow you to bite them.” His brow furrowed. “And why would they do that? Vampires are power-hungry creatures. They won’t lose a servant just to create a competitor. Trust me. It doesn’t happen.”

“Hm.”

“Don’t tell me you want to be a vampire.”

“Oh no!” I blurted. I could never enslave myself to sanguine hunger, to never eat food or see the sun again. Seeing that my answer slightly offended him, I clarified. “No, I was just wondering. That’s all.”

“Alright then.”

It was that night I began to become accustomed to the icy pain that shot through me when he bit me. Instead of jolting violently, my body recognized it as a new, but nonetheless unpleasant, routine.

Afterwards, Astarion sat back in satisfaction. But then he nervously looked at me. “You know, I’ve had this condition for two centuries, but truth be told?” He cleared his throat and darted his eyes away. “You were my first.”

A strange warm feeling bloomed inside me. It felt nice, weirdly enough. “I figured.”

“In all these years, I’ve only fed on beasts. Drinking the blood of thinking creatures is a different thing entirely. You’re delectable. And now I can’t help but wonder how the others taste.”

“They seemed against the idea, remember?”

He sighed. “Alas. It doesn’t hurt to ponder the question, though. Take Shadowheart, for example.” He waved his hand in the air to emphasise his description. “She strikes me as having a heavy, enigmatic flavour. Vintage port on two legs.” His eyes widened in wonder. “But Lae’zel? What in the hells would she taste like?

Lae’zel. She’s unlike anyone I’ve met. I thought of her golden eyes, olive green skin, and pursed lips, then considered all the drinks I encountered in my life. “Something exotic. Maybe an Amnan liqueur?”

“Ooh, that sounds appealing.” He grinned. “I’m almost convinced.”

“Tried it once. Never again.” I licked my gums in remembrance. “This is still theoretical, right?”

“Absolutely. A mere… thought experiment.” Astarion tilted his head. “So… in the spirit of theoretical questions… if you had to take a bite from one of them, who would it be?”

I was dumbstruck. “Erm…” I thought about that first night, when first he snuck in my tent and I retaliated. When I bit into his arm to free myself, a small bit of his blood had reached my tongue. It tasted of cold metal. “To be completely honest? You.”

“Oh… I’m flattered. Who knew you had such taste?” He rubbed his neck. “I suppose you did technically bite me back there.”

There was a lull in our conversation. My wound stopped bleeding.

“So…”

“What?” I asked.

“What do I taste like?”

My cheeks grew hot. “I don’t remember. It wasn’t much, anyway. Tasted like copper, I guess.”

He huffed in disappointment. “You really aren’t one for words.” He rose. “Unfortunately, all this talk is making me hungry. I’d better find something I can actually sink my teeth into. Something that’s not a drunken goblin, anyway.”

“Good hunting out there.”

“Eh, there’s nothing that tasty lurking out in the woods, but I’ll make do. Sweet dreams.”

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shewreckedmeagain · 8 months

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What the ACTUAL F

I signed back into Tumblr today, and messaging was working fine. I added a couple of things to my queue, and that worked fine too.

But now, all of a sudden, messaging's been turned off for me.

I've sent a message to Tumblr's help center but that's been hit and miss in the past.

I'll wait for a couple of days and see if they respond and fix the problem.

If not, I'll start over and I'll leave the details here.

Update 2023-10-07

I have given up trying to figure out how Tumblr makes decisions. My original blog: https://shewreckedme.tumblr.com is active again, so you can message and follow me there until Tumblr mucks it all up again.

Thanks for the patience.

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melanodis · 7 months

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1977 // 2023

glow up

#fun fact! this is the first time ive drawn springtrap since 2015 #may color these more later...#just wanted to get my color refs for later #hunk of metal vs old fart frightguard GO #GO TO THERAPY GODDAMN ‼️‼️#mucking queue #five nights at freddy's #henry emily #william afton #springtrap #art.psd #helliam #willry #if you squint #artists on tumblr

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purplekoop · 6 months

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A reprieve from the rabbid posting for more on those other funny guys with guns. No, not the actually popular ones.

So I've shown Poppett and explained her basic kit, explaining her to be the mobile close-range damage specialist of the cast, but when going back to touch it up tonight I think I've ended up making her one of the most technical characters in the cast.

Her basic weapon, the Blitzum Launcher, is simple: it's like a Splatoon Blaster, at least one of the more rapid-fire types, though it still has notable gaps between shots. This can be alleviated briefly with its alt fire, which lets you queue up to 3 shots to fire quickly in much more rapid fashion for a quick burst.

Her accessory, Bubblegum Bomb, is also pretty basic. She throws a gummy explosive that sticks to terrain, then after a short delay it explodes, doing a small chunk of extra damage and applying a sticky muck to enemies that slows their movement for a few seconds

It's her movement abilities that make things get a little nutty. Her basic normal movement ability is Pop Dash, a solid burst of movement that launches her forward, and can be aimed up or down to alter her trajectory. The ability is on a fairly short cooldown and has two charges, but getting a kill will refund one of these charges. The burst of speed is solid, but is lost pretty quickly once you hit the ground... unless...

Poppett has two "passive" movement abilities also enabled by her roller blades: Wall Ride and Roller Slide. Hold Crouch or Jump next to a wall to ride it, sliding along with your current momentum. You can also jump off the wall to gain a burst of speed in the opposite direction. Roller Slide meanwhile is performed by crouching on the ground with significant extra speed in any direction, or down a slope. Roller Slide has the benefit of maintaining your existing momentum, and also lowering your hitbox, while not limiting your ability to perform other actions like aim and shoot. These small mechanics (in theory at least) allow you to take bursts of speed and potentially extend them much farther and more fluidly than other characters.

There's also two alternate roller blade options which augment what her movement is capable of. The Air Riders trade one of your dash charges and the ground slide for a more potent single dash and a double jump that can maintain or alter your midair momentum. Meanwhile, the Heel Boosters replace the sudden burst of movement with a less extreme constant boost to forward movement (including while sliding and wall riding) limited by a meter that recharges gradually when not in use. You can even charge the boost in advance for a Sonic-like initial burst of speed by crouching.

The goal of these small movement mechanics alongside a more conventional burst movement option is to make an aggressive character that can make use of really expressive movement. Lucio Overwatch is (perhaps obviously) a big inspiration here, as his freeform movement is delightful, but feels somewhat wasted on a hero with mediocre damage and passive abilities that promote playing with his team, juxtaposed to a cooldown-free movement ability that encourages going wherever you want as fast as you want. Lucio rollouts are sick, but once you're there you don't exactly. Do much. A pro Lucio can disagree with me, but personally I wanted to give movement like his to a character that not only wants to get close, but outright needs to. Poppett's weapon has a hard limit to its range before the shots explode midair, so she has to get in close to be effective whatsoever. While I think basic big abilities would accomplish that playstyle, I really want the smaller mechanics to add a sense of flow that I think could be really cool and make Poppett one of the most rewarding and interesting characters to play.

This isn't a full character post yet, I didn't go in-depth on her weapon and accessory choices, but just my random late night ramblings that occured to me when refining my notes.

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jesterjamz · 1 year

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pokemoncharacterflags · 1 year

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A Quick Update

hey guys! so just a heads up- i WAS in the process of working through the requests in the queue when i accidentally rolled one of the wheels on my chair over my drawing tablet’s wire and now it... doesnt seem to want to work anymore. unfortunately, i do use the drawing tablet to work on some of the requests in cases where i need to manually make a transparent image, like for example, when using in-game models. i like to do this sometimes to add some variation to the edits i make because some characters have very few official renders and, in the case of some newer characters, might even only have 1 render.

so yeah, this kind of mucks things up a bit. im going to try to finish working on the requests in the queue but i might have to skip one or two and hold off on doing those until i have a working tablet again, so if you feel like your request has been skipped over, that’s probably why. i know tumblr eats asks sometimes, so to be cautious im taking screenshots of all the requests on my phone so that i dont lose them and can circle back to them once i have the tablet again, because as you can imagine, trying to remove the background from an in-game screenshot of a character is very difficult to do with just a mouse!

sorry for the inconvenience everybody, im gonna order a new WIRELESS tablet asap and then i can get back to making my gay little icons without any fuss, just like god intended

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harrison-abbott · 1 year

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Charles Wong

They kept winding up the kid Charles Wong. Because he was the only Asian kid in the class. In the whole year, actually. The boys just took the piss out of him constantly. Over and over. Charles was very quiet. Didn’t quite know how to deal with the daily ordeal. They threw sweets at him from the other side of the road on the lunch breaks. Made a game of it. Points for every skittle, chocolate raison, midget gem, jelly bean that’d hit him. He ignored it. With a clenched jaw. The whole thing went on for about two years. The bullying. Charles seeped it up and internalised it; moved to this high school for nearly two years, nearly four semesters. So it was nearing the end of the fourth semester that Charles figured he should do something about it. To make them stop.

It was a sunny day. The bell rang for lunch. And hundreds of teenage kids spilled out of the high school and bounded up the road to the supermarket for lunch.

Charles Wong did the same. He thought the first attack would come during the walk up there. But it didn’t. He went into the supermarket and bought a sandwich and a croissant and some orange juice, and he walked back outside into the car park, with the berserk seagulls and screaming kids in the queue waiting to get in. Past the chip shop where the pupils were getting loaded up on calories and coke, grease, sugar.

Then on the walk back home [to school] – it happened. Other end of the road. Those boys. With red gleeful faces. Began hurling shit at him. Charles felt a bug of chocolate ping off his forehead. And he thought thank the Lord. And he quietly closed the carton of his sandwich and put it in his pocket. He crossed the road, towards the group of boys. Their smiles turned narrower. Expressions turned curious. They blinked. Charles got to the curb of the pavement. There were six of them and one of he. All of them were taller than he was. Charles took his backpack off. Reached inside. And pulled out the ten inch wrench that he’d been keeping in there, especially for them. It felt like thunder and yore in his hand. And he put his bag down and ran at them with it – the shiny steel wrench. He bolted at the closest boy. Who shrieked girlishly. Charles swung at him with his weapon. The boy fell over and then got up and ran off along the field. Charles advanced on him with the wrench. He waved it, the wrench, about in the air, strong as the wind. That boy was too fast for him. So Charles targeted one of the others – who did the same – freaked, and fled.

Charles didn’t end up striking any of them with the wrench that day; the gang of six boys all retreated and ran back to school: and avoided Charles when he got back to the playground: and they told other people what’d happened: and none of them ever mucked around with Charles after that: in fact, nobody did. Not one person dared fuck with Charles Wong after this wrench incident.

School was easier for Charles thenceforth. He left high school in fifth year after getting three As and a B in his highers, and went off to university, where he flourished.

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