#really did not want to keep pausing in order to react to things

[hectateovrhere]

Soul, Body, and all

Pairing: Neteyam x male Metkayina reader, eldest son of Tonowari ( the chief)

Summary: you, the aloof eldest son to the chief, do ( your unexpected friend) Neteyam’s ceremonial paint and things get intimate.

A/N: idk how to write summarys but hopeful the story makes up for it this is more first time posting so hope y’all enjoy :) also I added “lore” just to make it more meaningful. Idk-

There was a comfortable silence that hung over you two. Neteyam sat infront of you his eyes catching every detail of your face. You didn’t know what to say and neither did he. An unspoken bond between you two. You were evasive and slippery you were loved but no one really knew you. The chiefs son was what you were and a great warrior; that’s all the reason your tribe needed to love you. You were adamant on keeping everyone at arms length; you weren’t interested in relationships, even with your siblings. No connections meant no feelings getting in the way of what you believed in. no one could have gotten this close to you but somehow he did.

You traced the structure of his face with white paint sharp and delicate at the same time; he stared as you focused. You place your hand on his shoulder as you got closer you grabbed the yellow paint and outlined his eyes with dots.

“What is the ceremony for?” Neteyam broke the silence

“It’s very spiritual… it allows you to be placed under eywas protection and our protection.” You fingers glided down his neck Neteyam gulped at your touch. “The paint is very important each style is different- they have a unique meaning each of us learn a different technique.”

“What does mine mean?” You pause for a moment coating your hand in pale green paint.

“Kind-hearted. A protector and protected.” You place your hand on his chest you feel his heart beating. “A special soul.” Your painted hand print was left on his chest Neteyam refused to utter a word as if they were jammed in his throat. The wind rushed past you with a whistle and the waves crashed to the shore in a musical pattern.

“Turn around.” You ordered softly now it was your turn to break the silence. He obeyed silently his strong back faced you. Coating your hands once again you place them on his shoulders pushing inward to his shoulder blades replicating that of wings. Your hands halted at his braid.

“Can I?

Neteyam nodded slowly you moved it to the side he shivered as you dotted the outline of his spine.

“The back represents freedom and your choice to look after those around you. A leader. People will follow you anywhere.”

“Will you?” The words slipped through Neteyam’s lips. He cringed at the way it came out like his body reacted on its own ignoring the brain and following his heart. It yearned for you. He failed to figure out how to express it to you and the looming possibility that you didn’t feel the same way terrified him. He couldn’t bare the thought of you slipping through his fingers.

Neteyam’s ears twitched at the way your hands paused. He prepared for the worst. What could you possibly think of an outcast?

“You want me to follow you forever?” You reiterated with a light chuckle; Neteyam flushed he knew it came out wrong. Of course he knew you had your duties you were the chiefs son; you made a promise to your people. He knew all about that; it was him once upon a time. It sounded like he wanted you to run away with him to drop everything and leave.

“I didn’t mean it like that.” Neteyam whipped around catching you by surprise you took notice to the distance between you. The short distance you watch his pleading eyes you could tell he was struggling to find the right words to say.

“I want you by my side and I want to stay by yours.” He explained “you’re the only person that makes me feel okay with never going back home. I want to stay with you.”

“What are you saying?”

In that moment time stopped all you could feel were his soft lips on yours. you weren’t sure what to do you’ve never kissed anyone before- you’ve never been this close to someone before. Neteyam was struggling as well both of you unsure about what to do and how to continue but doing it anyway; eventually you got the hang of it syncing with his movements. You could feel his energy enter you, careful not to touch him with your painted hands you attempted to deepen the kiss you wanted to be closer.

Neteyam understood what you wanted and did it for you basically grabbing your head and pulling you towards him. An unfamiliar feeling erupted in your stomach is this what it felt like? To be kissed? You never thought you would experience it. You seen your parents kiss and other people your age do it;but it never interested you. Now you could see why everyone liked to do it; it was nice you felt connected to him like you could feel what he felt, his senses were yours and the world seemed to melt away.

When you both pulled away everything felt cold by the way Neteyam was looking at you he felt the same way.

“Do you understand what I mean now?” He questioned his voice was gentle. you placed your forehead on his; your eyesight being filled with his deep yellow eyes only. You saw him for who he was and all he could be; you saw his heart and mind, his internal battles and his responsibilities. You unraveled before him he saw you, he knew you and you felt free knowing someone finally understood you.

“Neteyam..” you trailed “I see you.”

His eyes widened at your confession “I see you too.”

Your lips met again you held each other delicately disregarding the paint on your hands. this time there was less of a struggle both of you had somewhat of an idea on how to do it; all that mattered was the way it made both of you feel. He caressed every inch of your skin like he had been waiting an eternity to do so. Every inch he followed as if to memorize your body; your skin burned where ever Neteyams wandering fingertips grazed; every touch felt like fire and you savoured every second of it.

Neteyam embraced your warmth accepting it into his body, he could feel your soul. He silently thanked Eywa for guiding him to you this was her plan all along.

He was the only one for you. There was no one else. He was worth losing everything over and you would die before you gave your heart to another. Though you were young; in your heart you knew Neteyam was yours. Soul, body, and all.

#avatar #avatar the way of water #neteyam #neteyam x reader #neteyam x male reader #avatar x you #avatar x male reader #avatar x reader #neteyam sully #lo’ak sully #jake sully #metkayina #metkayina reader #avatar 2 #neteyam x you

[roosterr]

I had a cute little idea for the requests where it could be a platonic Simon and Reader where they can tell Simon’s stressed post-mission possibly from flashbacks or just a mission going wrong and whatnot and gets him to go with them for take out just to try and let Simon know they have someone to lean off if need be 🥺

this is so sweet :,) please enjoy anon!

(platonic) simon ghost riley & gn!reader

wc: 1k ao3

ghost is an expert in disguising how he's really feeling. you can only glean so much from just his eyes, the rest of his expression perpetually hidden beneath his mask and leaving most people oblivious to his mood.

you, however, are not most people.

it subtle, but the tells are there if you know what to look for. lately he's been more irritable than usual, snapping at people and losing his patience at things that typically wouldn’t faze him. you don't think anyone else has picked up on the tension in his shoulders, something that’s clear to you after all the time you've spent with him.

it's made especially obvious that something’s going on with him in the way he jolts when you open the door to his office. his head snaps up to look at you, the icy look he sends you only fueling your concern for his out of character reaction.

"haven't you heard of knockin'?" he growls from behind his desk, papers scattered over the surface, and if he wasn’t still wearing the balaclava you’re sure his hair would be in a similarly dishevelled state from how his fingers worry his head.

"...i did." you shut the door behind you, and with dismissive a roll of his eyes ghost looks back down to his work and does his best to ignore you. 

the longer you watch him, the more exhausted he seems; you can see the bags under his eyes now the eyeblack has been washed away, and the slight tremor in his hands as he attempts to write in a legible way. 

people have been talking, you hear them gossiping about how they’ve seen ghost roaming the halls late at night. none of them thought anything of it, but you knew that meant it was getting bad again, so you decide to just bite the bullet and try your luck. "you got a sec?"

he glances up at you, eyes sharp under his furrowed brow, letting your question hang in the air for a moment. you wait in silence for his response, only the rhythmic ticking of the clock for background noise.

"just spit it out." he finally grumbles, dropping his pen and crossing his arms over his chest as he leans back in his chair. you take it as a good sign that he didn’t outright tell you to piss off.

"i'm going for takeout, do you wanna come with me?" you try, a hopeful little smile on you lips as you slowly approach his desk. his eyes follow your movement, unreadable, and there's another pause before he answers.

"ask one of the others."

"i would’ve if i wanted to." you reply, smile deflated slightly by his clipped tone. he doesn’t react, simply observes you with the same deadpan stare, but you won’t give up that easily. "c’mon, mate, i'll pay?"

at that ghost releases a long sigh, letting his eyes fall shut in a slow blink before pushing himself to stand. "...if you insist."

you grin, a sense of triumph coming over you as he rounds his desk and gestures for you to move. both the walk to your car and the drive into town are spent in relative quiet, the space where ghost would usually respond to you with quips of his own filled only by his short hums.

you don't push or pry, you know he's not quite himself at the moment – it was the whole reason you were doing this, after all.

you let ghost choose where to eat, despite this being your idea, and he settles on that greasy pizza place you always seem to end up at on a night out. he still doesn't say much as you're ordering, or while you're leaning on the wall outside waiting for your food, until you speak up and voice what you’ve been thinking for the last week or so.

"look, i know you like keeping it to yourself, but," you start, watching the cars go by to avoid his gaze, "you can always talk to me, ghost."

"cheers." if you were anyone else, you'd be fooled by the ease in which he brushes you off, but there's something else in his voice as he replies. "you gonna give me a motivational speech?"

"i know you don't think anyone notices, but i do." your voice is low as you look over to him, the look on his face decidedly sadder than earlier in the dim evening light. "if i can help you, i want to."

his movement stutters, pausing with his hand halfway through rubbing his eyes like you'd caught him of guard with what you said. you're almost worried he'll shut down completely, but a second later he mumbles, "...you don't have to do that."

you huff. "you heard me, i want to."

"why? you got your own issues, no point boggin' yourself down with mine too."

"you're my friend, ghost. that's how it's supposed to be." you reply, nudging his arm with your elbow. he's stiff under your touch but, unlike earlier, his shoulders sag and his hands have stopped trembling. "you tell me your troubles, and we deal with it together. two heads are better than one an'all that."

"thank you."

you almost miss the whisper. you do your best not to react before he looks away again, trying not to make a big deal out of his vulnerability. instead, the two of you go back to standing side by side in silence, watching the world go by with a lot more peace than before.

your order is eventually called out, and ghost goes inside to collect it while you wait outside. it may not be much, but you're glad he didn't completely shut you out. you're not sure you know anyone who deserves a shoulder to lean on more than ghost.

when he comes back out you reach to take the boxes from him, but he just shoves a twenty pound note into your hand, and before you can react he's already marching back to the car.

"hey, i said i'd pay!" you call, a fond smile tugging at the corner of your lips as you jog after him.

"course i'm not lettin' you pay, you twat." he glares back at you, but the look holds no malice. a beat passes before his face softens almost imperceptibly and he adds in a quiet murmur, "not after all that."

#ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #mw2 x reader #cod x reader #141 x reader #call of duty x reader #mw2 #cod mw2 #call of duty #simon ghost riley #mw2 ghost #roosterr writes

[poetry-protest-pornography]

Okay, okay. I can't stop thinking about Kang and his approval seeking.

He plays a part to maintain his grandma's adoration, he tries so hard to do things that his dad will be proud of only to have the man shoot down every attempt.

And then, there's Sailom.

Even when he was actively bullying him, he was mostly angry that Sailom wasn't reacting the way he wanted him to. Sailom wasn't afraid of him, he wasn't giving in, he wasn't even properly mad. Sailom didn't give Kang a good grade in bullying him.

And now that they're... Whatever they are, Kang has rapidly shifted to wanting Sailom's positive attention and approval.

They do the money dance again when Kang leaves Sailom's house, only this time, Kang frames it as an almost apology:

When Sailom insists he won't keep the money unless Kang accepts his tutoring, Kang has a whole little moral crisis about standing him up (after carefully smiling and laughing off the comments from Max about how much he enjoys his own hot tutor), Kang shows up to the library hours late, and (after a fortifying breath) actually apologizes:

And then, when Sailom assures him that he wasn't waiting on him, Kang asks to dive into studying with this face:

After completing his assessments, we get this:

Look at those pleading eyes. Please please please tell me I did good.

And when Sailom's first reaction is confirmation? Look at how happy Kang is? Look at how he lights up!:

And then, the reveal:

He failed to get Sailom's approval, and he's devastated.

But it's more than that, too. He's realizing -- a little bit, at least, and it really comes together for him later with his dad -- that the way he's skating through life, the way he's letting his dad's lack of expectation and faith in him turn him into someone without direction, someone who can't meet simple expectations, even when they really want to, is making him miserable. The lack of effort has put him at a real disadvantage, he is woefully behind in school.

And for someone who puts a lot of work into coming off as the smartest, coolest, most in control guy in the room, he is at a loss. And all that wrong-footedness gets all wrapped up in his getting about Sailom. So first, he runs, and then, he doubles down on needing Sailom ('s approval).

We get the renewed commitment for tutoring when he shows up early. We get "let me drive you home", complete with "hold on tight " and both of them looking unbearably soft while the other can't see them. We get the dinner date with extra takeaway to share with Saifah. We get ... This:

And then later, after so much vulnerability and a whole ass chase, and a disaster of a surprise party, there's this:

Kang, getting a taste of what Sailom's attention feels like, of what meeting his expectations might gain him, and looking absolutely lost about it.

Kang has been trying to do well to prove himself to his dad, and his dad just constantly undercuts his efforts, and we see him give up, even after spending this whole episode fighting against the apathy and associated failures and disappointments that that has gotten him so far. But Sailom won't let him.

Sailom literally fights him in order to get him to keep going, to keep trying. Sailom sets himself as the motivation, as Kang's reason to keep going (Sailom took a very long pause when Kang asked "Do you want me to say I want you to be proud of me?" and let that particular word problem start working itself out in the background, and the answer came out "Yes" sometime thereafter).

And Kang is overwhelmed by the prospect of having someone's expectations, of being able to earn someone's approval.

And Sailom is overwhelmed by all the things he's feeling for this boy he literally spit on last week, but has now discovered is a whole mess, and also soft sad-boy under all that (I am on the fence as to whether he knew Kang was Umbrella Boy before he saw the picture).

They are both feeling so many things, and half of them are confusion, and I am also feeling many things.

#dangerous romance the series #dangerous romance #kangsailom #sailomkang

[the-s1lly-corner]

not sure if you’ve done this already but how would slenderman react to the reader hugging his tentacles? and generally showing affection to it.

Reader who hugs n kisses slendermans tentacles!

dont think i did anything like before so yahoo! honestly as much as i love slenderman, thinking of a whole boat load of ideas over the course of like. 9? years, this never crossed my mind. your brain, huge

its not often that you see his tentacles out, usually theyre for his hunting as well as defense.. and to look more intimidating. you know, generally not something that he wants you to be around for..

but i think every now and then they creep out during down time with you, perhaps during a cuddling session with your tall monster boyfriend? or maybe you even get him to indulge in "play" (not that kind of play get your mind out of the gutter) and his tentacles slip out, like you guys playing simple games

the image of someone playing tag or hide and seek with the forest demon is making me chuckle, something much needed post mini cry/freak out session LMAO

personally i like to think that he can only half way control his tentacles. like yeah sure when he needs them they're out, but for the most part they do their own thing, you know?

set up down, lets get to the actual request. his tentacles are colder than him, and admin is personally torn on making them slimy or not... perhaps slightly so? like juuuuuuust enough to be just a little oily but nothing insane, kind of feels like your hands after you just put lotion on them. smooth, too

very cold. i know i mentioned that theyre colder than him, but its like ice cold. so...

basically he doesnt expect you to show any love to this part of him, so hes thoroughly confused when you grab one of them and gently press your lips to it.. then let go. then grab another and give it a kiss as well

cue a confused head tilt before his voice comes into your head to ask what on earth youre doing

isnt it uncomfortable, with the slight ooze? isnt it too cold? doesnt it at least taste a little off?

torn about it, because on one hand hes used these things to kill. but on the other hand he mostly kills in order to protect his space and to sustain his body, and admin likes thinking that he sometimes gets a bit of guilt. call it him resenting his own existence and simply wanting to be left alone while having a natural curiosity for the world around him even though he only really destroys the life around him

also he doesnt like giving you stuff from victims, and i think he would have similar feelings about his tentacles

and yet... he cant deny, that he can hold you closer with them, that he can keep you nearby with them... and that you love him, and every part of him. undeniably, you do. i dont know, its something that when i think about it, its sweet

this creature is full of resentment, for himself and the world he was put in as well as the one who made him (zalgo cough cough au stuff) but here you are

assuming the reader is a human i think it hits even harder, because youre something that hes built to wreck and destroy. and yet youve given him pause, and that was enough for you to win him over

and you never stop surprising him

im getting off topic, but im just a sap for concepts like this, you know?

"its rotten work," "not to me... not if its you" but its you and slenderman, basically

i think the first few times when you start showing his extra appendages affection he pulls them away from you, maybe even forcing them back and tucking them away

but i think over time he melts into it and accepts it...

oh how cruel it was, for the universe to give this reclusive creature a sense of longing, which has been exasperated now that hes gotten a taste of it first hand

#creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #creepypasta imagine #creepypasta headcannons #slenderman x reader #slenderman x you #slenderman imagine #slenderman headcannons

[twst-drabbles]

Ace and Divus 1

Summary: While Ace wasn’t one to give rumors any mind, said rumors pertain to the Janitor and Professor Crewel being in a relationship and that changes everything. Of course he’d keep his eyes on them during class. If it’s true, then that’s just too juicy to ignore.

(Hehehe, enjoying this whole “people watching others behave in front of the Reader,” things.)

“—so retrace your steps and peel the skin from those fruits before just tossing them into the cauldron. Do you want to make noxious fume—hmm?” Ace nearly melted into the floor out of relief when Professor’s Crewel’s attention went right over to you, dozing away on your chair. Though, he couldn’t help the yelp escaping his throat when the crop snapped against the table. “Be a good boy and remember what I just said. If I smell so much as a hint of burning, you will fail.”

Ace had to keep the urge to kick out Professor Crewel’s knees inside when he turned around. Yeah yeah, he messed up and nearly knocked everyone out, but at least he disposed of it before it got too bad. Doesn’t he deserve credit for knowing how to do that? Apparently not, but as much as Ace wanted to bark all that out, he was more interested in Professor Crewel’s business.

Well, not just him, the part of the classroom that wasn’t made up of good little dogs all either slowed down or paused what they were doing as soon as the professor got within proximity of you. Ace can practically see all the perked up ears. Can’t really blame them. While a lot of things happen in this college, it’s usually of the magical variety. Nothing to do with personal relationships.

And this is Professor Crewel he’s talking about. Ace has been around campus long enough to know the sort of habits the professor had. Rarely did he ever get closer than crop whipping distance with anyone. Much like Vil, he kept a certain distance as though his very presence was a reward that should be seldom given, that one should be proud that they given you the time of day.

People like that naturally piss off Ace with only a smile. Makes him want to wipe it off by dumping paint all over their clothes. Yeah yeah, the things they’ve done to be the way that they are are impressive, but still!

So, of course Ace wants to see if the rumors about their relationship are true. Because then he can nag at you until you drop all the deets and little secrets you probably have. And then Ace can look forward to those A’s rolling right in.

“Is my class really boring you that much?” And already, Professor Crewel was way closer than he usually is with anyone. He wasn’t in front of you so much as he was to the side and leaning in, his smile promising mischief.

You didn’t react or retract back, as though this proximity was natural. You just nodded and propped your chin on the back of the chair. “I wouldn’t know. Wasn’t paying attention. Had to clean last minute last night, Crowley’s orders.”

The smile was wiped off and for a second Ace thought he was going to bring out the crop and snap it against his desk, but instead he actually set the thing down. He turned back and Professor Crewel cupped your face with his palms and tilted it towards him.

And you didn’t mind. You were practically too sleepy to do so.

“In that case, you should’ve messaged me. You already get little to no sleep as is.” Soft, Professor Crewel’s voice was soft as though he was genuinely concerned for you. “I would’ve understood. You’re practically falling off.”

“I’ll be fine, I just don’t want to leave it to the faeries. Don’t want to give the impression that I like using them,” you sighed out and opened your eyes, “Anyways, you can let go of me now, Divus.”

And he promptly retracted his hands, “My bad.” He said, even though the smile he has says the opposite.

You rubbed at your face, as though trying to get the sensation off, “Do I really look that bad? You keep touching my face.”

…wait a minute, so does this mean you and Professor Crewel aren’t in a relationship?

“Only sleeping for three hours at a time will make anyone look their worst.”

“That’s a yes then.”

What is going on? Are they shagging or not?

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst-drabbles #twst-drabbles exclusive #drabble #night raven college staff #divus #divus crewel #heartslabyul #ace #ace trappola #janitor au #reader insert

[ireallylovepupplies101stuff]

Gods AU Oneshot: The Demon (Pipsqueak) Servant.

Summery: When Demi-God Cuphead got his first mortal servant, it wasn't like how Cuphead expected. Though, maybe that's not a bad thing.

________ Out of all the mortals in the world, Cuphead had to get the cussing stubborn one.

It was interesting, how on his birthday he was given his first mortal servant by a village that pays respect to his mother often. It was probably their way to kiss up to her, but either way Cuphead wasn’t sure how to process the tiny little demon that approached him with a glare and had to be forced by his village leader to bow in respect by pushing his head down. He continued to glare during the rest of the village’s festival, and his glaring got worse when they finally left to return to the kingdom of the gods.

The only time the demon’s expression changed was when they were getting ready to leave, a young wolf approached and hugged the demon tightly with tears in his eyes.

“I don’t want you to go Bendy…”

Returning the hug tightly, Bendy pulled back a little to hold the wolf’s face as he put on a sad smile. “I know, but this won’t be the last time we see each other, okay? I’ll come see you as often as I can, I gotta make sure the village is keeping their word. I’m also going to write to you weekly. So keep an eye out for my first letter.”

With how the wolf was still crying and now started to whine, the demon made the young pup look at him. “Hey, where’s my happy widdle wolfy?”

Giving a teary chuckle, the wolf’s tail began to wag. “Here I am!”

Happy to see that helped, Bendy pulled the pup back into a hug. “I love you so much Boris…”

“I love you too Bendy.”

Cuphead didn’t think too much about that afterwards. He’s seen people who start working for the gods have tearful goodbyes with loved ones before. It wasn’t uncommon since mortal citizens didn’t live with the gods unless they were married to one or working for one. Still, that was the only time he witnessed his demon servant Bendy actually smile.

Or speak kindly for that matter.

A few days after being taken to the kingdom of the gods, Bendy tended to work in silence. Cuphead didn’t speak to him much either because he wasn’t sure what to do with a servant exactly, so he just gave Bendy busy work.

However, he did take note of how other servants would practically pamper their gods they work for, holding plates of fruit for them while fanning them and/or keeping them out of the sun. So, at one point while working on his studies, feeling his stomach growling after so many hours in front of his books, Cuphead ordered Bendy to give him some fruit from the bowl on the other side of the room. Not wanting to pause in his reading in order to be done sooner, and wanting to see what it’s like to be pampered by his own servant.

Bendy paused in his task of organizing the books that were stacked around the room, glanced at the bowl, then gave Cuphead an irritated look. “Get it yourself. I’m busy.”

Now, normally gods wouldn’t take it well if a MORTAL of all people actually had the nerve to talk back, especially a servant! Cuphead though, was too stunned to really react. His jaw dropped over how Bendy had the guts to say that to him, the demi-god known for his rage, without a hint of fear.

“... D-did you just talk back to me???”

Going back to work, Bendy didn’t even look at him this time as he huffed. “Your legs aren’t broken.”

Getting nothing but silence, Bendy glanced over this time, and rolled his eyes over how flabbergasted the demi-god looked. “Oh get over it. You’re a demi-god capable of shooting stars out of your fingers. You’re perfectly capable of standing up and walking 10 feet to get an apple.”

Cuphead doesn’t know what’s more shocking, Bendy’s attitude, or how he actually did get up and get the apple himself like Bendy told him.

Worst of all, this kind of thing kept happening!

Bendy actually refused to do certain orders when busy with something else, he gave Cuphead attitude, he disrespected other gods he didn’t work for, and he certainly wouldn’t hold himself back on speaking his mind. It was giving the little demon one hell of a reputation, and ticked off so many gods that they went to Cuphead’s MOTHER to complain about the disrespectful little demon.

She had pulled Cuphead aside and asked him if Bendy wasn’t doing his job like he was supposed to, and Cuphead wanted to confirm that he wasn’t… but, honestly, he kinda was doing his job. He did it pretty well in fact. He was just stubborn with an attitude.

So, Demitasse didn’t see the need to do anything about the little demon. If he was doing his job, then there wasn’t a problem. The other gods just had to suck it up.

Things continued this way for a while. It got to the point that Cuphead wondered if Bendy’s attitude was mostly directed towards him, because he’d occasionally catch him chatting with Mugman and holding small talk. He even talked to demi-god Dimitri and helped her out whenever she had her hands full! Meanwhile if Cuphead told Bendy to get his clothes for him to wear for the day, he’d get said clothes thrown at his face.

It got to the point where he’d actually start yelling and arguing with Bendy, and Bendy actually yelled and argued back. ESPECIALLY if Cuphead made a comment on his height. THAT never failed to get Bendy MAD.

Certainly explains why the angry little pipsqueak was given to a rageful demi-god.

At least Bendy didn’t put up a verbal fight when he was told he had to accompany Cuphead to his combat training with Hat. The demi-god was thankful for that, considering he was already not looking forward to training anyways. He didn’t want to deal with Bendy being a pain on top of that.

Today’s training was hand to hand combat with no god powers against another opponent. Cuphead was up against some schmuck who for some reason had some competitive vendetta against him. Why? Cuphead had no cussing clue. He never bothered to learn the guy’s name anyways, he could care less.

But today? Oooooh today this cusser was making him mad.

For some reason today he thought the best strategy to fight Cuphead was to get under his skin by fighting dirty and being petty. Sneaking in a god strength powered hit enough to make a blow hurt even more than it should, kicking up dirt to try blinding him, the cusser even managed to punch him in the throat! Hat wouldn’t intervene when Cuphead tried objecting or calling out his opponent, claiming they had to know what to do in any situation.

Bendy though from where he was watching surprisingly started objecting LOUDLY, yelling at the other demi-god to stop being a cussing schmuck. That though did nothing to help, if anything the schmuck just taunted Cuphead over how he’s such a pathetic demi-god that his own servant won’t respect him.

Eventually, Cuphead snapped.

He doesn’t remember much of what happened. He blacked out, and the next thing he knows, Hat is pulling him off the other demi-god who was now a bloody pulp. He dismissed Cuphead from training after that “disappointing” turn of events, and now Cuphead was limping off to go get cleaned up.

His head was still kinda foggy from the blackout. 

He thought he was getting cussing better at handling these damn black outs, but he’s still struggling with them as if he’s some overpowered child! What kind of demi-god is he if he can’t control his stupid powers and anger?!

So deep in thought as he mentally scolded himself, he nearly jumped when someone yelled LOUDLY.

“CUPHEAD!”

Stopping, Cuphead blinked in surprise when he finally noticed his servant, who was now standing in front of him, blocking his path. The Demi-god’s surprised expression soon turned into an irritated one as he glared at Bendy. “WHAT?”

“I’ve been trying to get your attention for a minute now! You need to sit down.”

Scoffing, Cuphead attempted to move around Bendy. “Cuss off.”

Bendy blocked his path yet again. “You’re sitting down, NOW.”

“The hell?! Who the cuss do you think you are telling me- HEY!!”

Grabbing Cuphead by his least injured arm, with a surprising amount of strength (though honestly Cup shouldn’t be surprised, Bendy’s a demon after all) the demon pulled the demi-god with him, ignoring his objections and his demands to be let go, as he started to move until he found a room with chairs. Bendy pulled Cuphead over to one of the chairs and stood in front of him, GLARING right at him with his now red eyes. “You’re limping and dripping blood all over the floor! You shouldn’t be on your feet so SIT THE CUSS DOWN!!!”

Stunned, Cuphead found himself sitting like Bendy said, making the demon huff and nod in satisfaction before he walked off to find medical supplies. When he did, he came back to the demi-god and proceeded to patch him up without being told to do so. Telling Cup to hold still, Bendy carefully began to clean the blood off his face.

Feeling the clean cloth rub against his scratched up and bruised face made Cuphead cringe slightly from the sting, it was then that he actually started to FEEL everything. The scratches and cuts he got from his opponent when he got more desperate to fight Cuphead off, the blood stains on his clothes that was making it uncomfortably stick to his skin, the sweat that was making every open wound STING, and not to mention how his knuckles throbbed from how hard he had hit the scum.

Cussing OW.

Seeing how Cuphead was trying his damn hardest to hold still despite his discomfort, Bendy paused for a bit, then continued to clean the demi-god up, albeit a bit more gently now. “... You would have won that sparring match honorably if that cusser wasn’t a scumbag.”

It took a bit for Cuphead to process Bendy’s words. When he did, it made him realize something.

Every time Bendy talked to him, and verbally talked back to him, as well as other gods. How he was polite to Mugman and Dimitri because they spoke kindly to him. Bendy doesn’t treat him like an almighty god. He treats him as someone he’ll respect when he earns his respect.

Bendy treats him, like an actual person.

“...Thanks.”

#bendy and the ink machine #batim #cuphead #the cuphead show #bendy and boris in the inky mystery #babitim #bendystraw #quest cuphead #quest bendy #quest boris #quest mugman #au #Gods

[dontknowmanijustworkhere]

From Pain to Laughter

Summary: Wednesday is in pain after fencing so Enid offers to give her a massage and discovers that her roommate is pretty ticklish

“Are you still in pain?” Enid asked. 

Wednesday had hurt her back during fencing, but absolutely refused to see the nurse or let anyone know. Enid wouldn’t have known if Thing hadn’t tipped her off, much to her roomie’s disgruntlement. 

“Yes,” Wednesday grumbled, half her face buried in her pillow. 

“Wens, you should really see the nurse-” 

“No.” 

“But-” Enid was cut off. 

“I don’t need to. I’m fine.” 

Enid squawked in disagreement. “You’re totally not! You never lay down except for bed and you haven’t used your typewriter all day . Is this about Bianca?” 

Wednesday didn’t want Coach Vlad to find out because then, inevitably, Bianca would too and she could simply not handle the humiliation of the siren finding out about a weak spot. 

“You’re in pain,” Enid tried again when Wednesday didn’t say anything. “You should at least get some pills for it.” 

“No.” 

Enid groaned. Why did Wednesday have to be so stubborn? 

She thought back to when her brother got hurt playing football with the rest of their cousins during a family reunion. He’d gone to get a massage because his upper back hurt that much. Maybe that would work for Wednesday too. Except she didn’t let anyone touch her. 

But maybe -

“Can I give you a massage?” The question must have surprised Wednesday. She didn’t immediately refuse. 

“What did you just ask me?” 

“Can I give you a massage?” Enid repeated herself slowly, now wondering if this was a bad idea. “It'll make you feel better. My brother got one and it helped him.” 

“And you believe I will allow you to do the same to me?”

Enid shrugged, despite her roommate not being able to see it. “I’m just trying to help, Wednesday.”

“I don’t need your help.” 

Enid pouted. “Please? I really think it’ll help and you should do something if you won’t go see the nurse.” 

Wednesday rolled her eyes. “If you insist then fine . But I don’t think it will do anything.” 

Enid smiled victoriously. She climbed on the bed, pausing when she realized she was going to have to straddle her in order to be stabilized. “Don’t get mad,” she warned and Wednesday scoffed at her for this. “But I gotta...” She trailed off, sitting on the back of her thighs but keeping it light incase Wednesday reacted badly. 

“ Enid .” 

“Sorry,” Enid said quickly. “But I can’t get you as well from the side.” 

The goth girl growled. “You are lucky I am allowing this.” 

“Lucky? This is for you .” 

“Get on with it,” Wednesday ordered, ignoring that last remark. 

Enid glanced over at Thing, who was on the other side of Wednesday’s bed. “She’s so bossy today.” 

Thing agreed. 

“Is it okay to go under your shirt?” Enid asked, not wanting to just assume. 

“If you must.” 

Enid started off near her waist, digging her fingers into the skin. Slowly, she worked her way up and then went back down. To tell the truth, it was her first time doing it so she wasn’t really sure if she was doing it right but it didn’t seem that hard. And Wednesday wasn’t complaining or stopping her so it must have meant something . 

At least, she thought until she felt Wednesday jerk underneath her. 

“What’s wrong?” Enid frowned in concern. 

“Nothing...” 

“Okay,” Enid didn’t believe her but continued on, keeping her movements slow and her gaze on Wednesday in concentration. 

Wednesday had to have been lying to her. The longer this lasted, the more she seemed to...squirm? 

“What the-” Enid’s brain caught up to her a minute later. She grinned in delight. “Are you ticklish, Wednesday?” 

“No,” her voice was muffled by the sheets. 

“Wednesday, you totally are!” 

“Do what you intended to and stop talking!” Her roommate sounded embarrassed. 

Oh, that was how she was gonna be, huh? Enid did as she was told, for like a minute. 

Then she let her hands slide down closer to where the goth girl’s stomach was, lightly tickling her there. She was encouraged by the snort she heard from Wednesday to keep going, skittering her fingers back up to where her ribs were, repeating this motion a few times. 

“Ehnidid!” 

“Yes?” Enid said innocently, biting her cheek to keep from giggling herself. 

“Sthapahp!” Wednesday was effectively pinned down and could not flop to get away. 

“Aw, but you need this, Wens! Look at you, someone’s got the giggles,” Enid teased. 

“I’m nhohoot!” 

“You’re not?” Enid tested this, letting her nails scratch up and down her sides a couple of times. She was victorious when Wednesday actually squealed . 

“Sthohop!” 

Enid switched spots, getting both of her armpits at the same time. Wednesday’s laughter got louder and she tried to clamp her arms down to stop it but that only trapped Enid’s there, doing nothing to get them away. 

“Sorry, Wens, but the tickle monster’s got youuu!” Enid snickered at seeing her normally stoic roommate giggling her head off. 

A few noises escaped Wednesday. She was trying to keep her mouth shut so no more laughter would spill out. Hempf . Well, that couldn’t happen. 

“Thing, help me!” Enid called. 

The disembodied hand was there in a flash, crawling up Wednesday’s side and up through her shirt like a spider. Her roommate’s laughter was belting out again, louder now that she was getting tickled in two places. 

Wednesday tried to move, squirming wildly to get away but Enid’s weight on the back of her prevented this. She was rendered helpless, forced to endure the tickling. 

“I didn’t know you were so ticklish!” Enid exclaimed. This would totally be some great payback whenever Wednesday got too mouthy with her. 

“Ghehet off!” Wednesday cried through her laughter. 

“Nope!” Enid declared. Wednesday moved her arms up to get away from her nails, just enough to give the blonde access to the entirety of her underarms. The Addams girl shrieked. Face pressed into her mattress, she laughed into it, no longer trying to resist. 

Enid wouldn’t keep this up forever. She did let up after another minute or so. Thing stopped too, scuttling back to the end of the bed. 

Her roommate laid there, panting. 

“Did that help?” Enid asked cheerfully. 

Wednesday turned over, shooting them dark looks. “ Never tickle me again.” 

Enid couldn’t help but smirk. She was totally gonna do it again. 

#tickle fic #tickling #wednesday tickle #wednesday tickles #wednesday addams #wednesday netflix #enid sinclair #thing addams #lee! wednesday #lee wednesday #ticklish wednesday #wednesday and enid

[theladyofbloodshed]

A Court of Tangled Flames - Chapter 31

Sorry it's been a bit of a wait, but I hope this chapter is worth it!

There were aches in places that Nesta did not even know she had muscles. Her throat was parched. Strangely, she had woken in a bed beside Eris. The last thing she remembered was trying to keep her eyes open in the chair next to his bed in Orla’s.

No, that wasn’t quite right.

Faintly, if she strained her mind, Nesta could remember flashes of silver then red. The barking of the smoke hounds. Shadows covering her.

Nesta stretched her hand across the gap between the beds to take hold of her husband’s. It was pleasantly warm although Eris remained deep in sleep. That was for the best. His body needed to heal from whatever creature had been set upon him in the Prison.

At the sound of her easing from the sheets, one of the dogs raised their heads. Firo dragged his belly across the floor then came to Nesta for a fuss. ‘You’re still looking after us. Good boy. Stay here with papa.’

Nesta never knew if the dogs understood her, but still she spoke to them. Often, she narrated everything she did to Safera.

Her tired legs carried her towards the kitchen.

‘-suspected it for a while.’

‘What does it mean? Sentient. Aren’t my shadows?’

At the sound of Azriel’s voice seeping from the kitchen, Nesta stilled. Why was he inside with Orla? Her brows pinched as she continued listening into their conversation.

‘Your shadows are shadows that you sing to. The clue is in the fucking name.’

‘Niamh, shh. Magic should not have its own thoughts. It should not react without an order or its master’s will.’ She heard Orla exhale then set something down on the table. ‘It means-’

‘That we are in big fucking trouble if Nesta ever loses control of it.’

‘Eris seems to have a way to soothe it,’ replied the healer to her sister.

‘And if Eris pisses her off and her magic decides it wants rid of him? You should be counting your stars that Nesta has not killed you or your precious court yet, Az.’

It was jarring to hear Niamh call him that. They weren’t friends. That was probably why she did call him that way. Nesta was ready to blow the door open and charge in there like a hurricane. She hated people talking about her. But something must have happened last night that she didn’t understand. The reason why her body was so sore and exhausted today.

She quietly stepped back down the corridor then made a show of stomping and clearing her throat to announce her arrival.

At the opening of the door, their conversation suddenly veered course.

‘Can bats fly in the daylight, Azriel?’

‘Yes. Actual bats are nocturnal. If you are referring to me-’

‘I am.’

‘-then yes.’

Niamh drummed her finger on the table. ‘Why is the Night Court not permanently in a state of night?’

‘I do not know.’

‘Good morning, Nesta. As your overbearing healer, it is my duty to feed you and check you over,’ said Orla as she wrapped an arm around her shoulder to lead her into a chair.  

A refreshing flurry of magic tickled Nesta’s skin as Orla examined her then toast was thrust into her hands. She took a bite and forced it down. ‘I don’t know what happened last night.’

Niamh’s eyes went to Azriel. His, in turn, flickered to Orla, passing the duty of truth onto her. ‘Your magic erupted last night. Nobody was hurt – except the curtains which really were ghastly – so do not worry. We’re just glad you’re alright.’

‘That’s it? My magic erupted and no harm done.’ Her lips puckered. ‘That shouldn’t happen, should it?’

‘It has happened before, after you scried,’ Azriel reminded her.

That time, her magic had seized control of her body. Not even Rhys was able to subdue it until Cassian intervened, giving it a momentary pause. Nesta built a bridge over her worry rather than drowning in it then continued nibbling at her breakfast.

‘Most people have flowers as a centrepiece,’ she said between mouthfuls then jerked her chin towards the Harp that sat in the middle of the table.

‘We weren’t sure what to do with it,’ Orla admitted.

At that moment, Niamh chose to stand and declare she would go and check on Emerie in Windhaven. Azriel stood too, saying he’d ensure Gwyn was safe – but reassured Nesta that the library would always be safe. She neglected to reply that no, it wasn’t. Her and Feyre had been attacked there. Then the shadowsinger did something that surprised Nesta. He leaned towards her and pressed a kiss to the side of her head.

‘You scared me last night,’ he murmured. ‘I worry for you, even if you’re not a part of my court. You’re still a friend.’

At the sounds of the door opening and closing, Eris was roused from his bed. He still pressed his palm to the stitches of his stomach so Orla demanded he remove his shirt so she could inspect it there and then.

‘Let me at least kiss my wife first,’ he’d replied, words still slurred.

The tight set of his jaw suggested to Nesta that Eris was still in a great deal of pain. That did not stop him from wrapping his arms around her to kiss her softly. The slash across his stomach was puckered and red, making Orla frown as she examined it.

‘It is healing, but slowly. Slower than I would like.’

While Eris forced down small bites of toast, he leant back in the chair so that Orla could clean the wound properly. Again, she had opted for mortal remedies, claiming there was merit in learning them. It made Eris wince and groan then he had a telling off that he was worse than a babe.

‘The last time you were stabbed in the stomach, you didn’t make this much noise.’

‘That’s because I didn’t have a wife to fuss over me,’ he winked.

The storm cloud was coming for Eris. Not that he knew. Her darling husband kept meticulous notes on her training in his preferred shorthand that was decipherable to most. Eris would have known if her magic was sentient. He’d have figured it out long ago.

They had spent too long away from the Forest House. Their absence would be noted. They dressed quickly then Nesta winnowed them to the cottage where the Harp would be stored. It took a lot out of Eris to ward it. She could see the exhaustion etching into his features as his magic wrapped around the cottage. It was her magic that winnowed them to the massive gates of the Forest House. Eris extended his arm for her to take as they crossed the paths, but his weight rested on her, breaths came out laboured. The stifling corridors were silent though not empty. Servants knew to scurry from their paths as if they were cats and all the servants were mice. Nesta hated the atmosphere of fear that Beron cultivated. He thrived from it. Dominating his children, his wife, his followers. They would not follow Beron if they had any other choice.

Once back in their room, Cotton-tail scurried towards them. She scooped the rabbit against her chest and kissed the spot between his eyes.

Eris slumped against a couch, exhaling loudly.

‘You should have rested longer at Orla’s. You aren’t well enough to be up.’

Eris grimaced as he swallowed. ‘Time moves quicker in the Autumn Court. You can never leave the Forest House for long. There’s always somebody waiting in the shadows to claw at your place.’

Nesta refused to let the storm come. Her husband had proved his love over and over. She held back the clouds, the thunder that should have rippled through her as anger squeezed her heart. Instead, Nesta knelt on the ground to remove Eris’ shoes then pulled a blanket around him. She knew him well enough to know that he would not lay idle. He would have a stack of paperwork to plough through, plots for the Harp to undertake. First, she had to be sure.

‘My magic is sentient, isn’t it?’

His jaw clenched together. ‘How do you know?’

No denial.

She perched on the narrow strip of the couch beside Eris and pushed back a tuft of his hair. ‘I overheard them talking this morning. My magic decided to put on a show last night, it seems.’

Eris dipped his chin, anticipating her words to pelt him. When Nesta did not berate him, he continued, ‘I wasn’t sure for a long time.’

Even now, Nesta could feel it purring in her chest, knowing it was being talked about.

On the shelf, Nesta retrieved a book bound in dark green leather at Eris’ request and he untangled the code, reading his observations to her.

Moves independently of will. Like calls to like. Responds in kind to flame. Developed a bond with N. More than death. Winnowing? Never wanes. Transformative? 

It was uncomfortable to listen to another’s observation of her magic, but Eris had spent the most time with it – seen her use it every day under his encouragement. It was only his observation, not an opinion of it, of her. He had never acted differently towards her as a result of his suspicions.  

‘I know that I should have told you sooner, but you were not in a place to hear the news when I realised. You are no longer afraid of your magic. I didn’t know how it would react if you knew and were scared to use it.’

‘It can hear you,’ she replied. ‘It’s always listening.’

‘Hello,’ Eris said. He continued, ‘I am sorry I haven’t told you. I’m a coward for not finding the moment to do it. You have so much on your shoulders. You always have. I didn’t want to add more, but it wasn’t my place to decide if you deserved to know.’

‘It changes nothing. It is how it has always been.’

Since she was saddled with it, she thought. Her magic was a living, breathing thing, stolen from the Cauldron in her rage. As long as she used her magic regularly, ensured it was given a run out, then it would bend to her will. Her magic might have its own will, but hers was made of steel. She was formidable in her own right.

‘Rest.’

A kiss was pressed to Eris’ temple.

‘You know I won’t – not with your safety on the line.’

For hours, they lay on the couch together, nuzzling for warmth while Eris finished reading reports. He had some accounts gathered from across Prythian from ancient texts about Koschei and the trove. His attitude was that the more knowledge, the better. She couldn’t help but marvel at him. The threat of Briallyn should have been a maelstrom that Nesta could not outrun, but with Eris as her husband, she knew they would weather it. He would find a way, as he always did, to take care of her.

‘I love you.’

If Eris had not been still so unwell, then he might have taken her there on the couch. Instead, he scooped an arm around her shoulders, drawing her in close. ‘I’m so proud of you. For everything.’ The pad of his thumb stroked against her cheekbone. ‘Do you want to talk about yesterday?’

The events of the Prison still had no landed because Nesta would not let them. She could not think of the golden-haired male who had promised her universes to conquer, not of the fact that she might have said yes before Eris had intervened. If he knew how close she had been to accepting the immortal’s offer, he might look at her differently.

Instead, Nesta drew Eris a warm bath and had servants bring them a bite to eat. She pressed chunks of cheese and apple into mouth as his head rested against the edge of the bath with his eyes closed. In a quiet, unsure voice, Nesta recounted what had happened when she had passed through the wall into the empty chamber.

Eris forced his eyes open. ‘I am trying not to get too excited but it sounds like the lost Dawn Court could have once been there.’

‘Do tell me more.’

‘I would love a willing audience to my theories, my darling, but I am too exhausted to move my jaw.’

‘Another day then,’ she murmured. Nesta swept a flannel through the water then began washing his beautiful body. The lean muscles of his body did not intimidate Nesta. It was nice to know that Eris could fight with words as well as weapons too.

She dabbed at his face and Eris made a low hum of relief.

‘I worried for you down there with Cassian.’

‘Did you think he would try to finish me off?’

The thought did not bear thinking about. A potential Blood Duel had swirled around in Nesta’s mind a few times as she pondered what lengths Cassian might go to in his goal of dragging her back to the Night Court. She knew that long ago Cassian had stabbed Eris in the gut when Feyre escaped the Spring Court. He would probably like the chance again.

‘If he ever hurt you, I would hate him for the rest of my eternal life.’

Eris cocked an eye open again. ‘Why must you make such devoted declarations? My body is too ruined to enjoy my wife thoroughly today, but these statements make me want to pluck out my stitches and be damned.’

She stroked a finger down his nose. ‘We have time. We have the rest of our lives to enjoy each other.’

At that, Eris gave a sigh of content. Soft lips curved into one of his rare, unguarded smiles. ‘Would you like to be High Lady one day? To be on equal footing with your sister?’

Nesta flicked water towards him. ‘Certainly not. Being your wife is enough.’

‘Queen of queens then?’

At the sight of his smirk, Nesta contemplated drowning him.

Whilst they were languishing on the bed, wrapped up in each other’s arms enjoying a thoroughly deserved lazy day, a servant summoned them for dinner. It was a chance for Beron to dominate and intimidate. He reminded Nesta of a petulant boy from her human village who used to burn ants or cut worms with a spade simply to be cruel. Sometimes he threw stones at dogs or tried to throw water at cats. Nesta had once held out her foot when he ran past to trip him over.

They dressed in silence. Eris moved stiffly, pressing his hand against his abdomen after any vigorous movements. His breathing was shallow and forced out between pursed lips. When she enquired over his wellbeing, Eris simply waved it away. They had opted for dark green fabric, so dark that it was almost black, traced with golden leaves and vines. Her bodice was tight on her ribs, a sign that her body had softened since she had last worn it; she had Eris’ love and Orla’s puddings to thank for that.

The shadowed hallways of the Autumn Court remained cold and unwelcoming as they moved through them towards the large dining room. Eris struggled to pull on his mask of arrogant heir, so Nesta took that role. She plastered a sneer across her face and strode past each of Beron’s sons without a passing glance. For the high lord, she dipped her chin so slightly that it ought to have been disrespectful. There was a fine line between daring and disrespect which Beron often moved depending on how he felt that day. What was applauded one day, would be a cause of punishment the next.

Beneath the table, Nesta laced her fingers with her husband’s, squeezing them gently. He carried her through every storm. Tonight, she would return the favour.

It was a tedious, strained affair.

Xander cleared his throat during a lull in Beron’s constant stream of insults. ‘I knocked at your rooms a number of times yesterday, Eris. It appeared nobody was there.’

Nesta cut in before Eris had the chance. ‘I’m afraid your brother was busy with his wife.’

‘All day and night?’ Xander raised a brow. Beside him, Uther gave a sly grin.

‘I wish all females were as lucky as I am,’ Nesta replied, stroking the back of Eris’ neck. ‘You shall never hear me complain.’

‘And yet she is still not bred.’

Of course, Beron would not address Nesta directly. His cold, flat gaze pierced Eris. Her husband was in no place to deal with his evil father today, but a warm hand settled on Nesta’s leg, stopping her from doing battle with him.

‘Children are loathsome things.’

‘Secure an heir. Your brothers might think twice about killing you.’

What a strange life to exchange remarks about fraternal murders. Nesta had become a pariah for saying Feyre smelt. She’d never tried to murder her.

Eris shrugged then spared a single, pitying glance to his three brothers. ‘Why should I care? Their numerous attempts on myself and my wife have been pathetic. They lack creativity or ambition. The only brother worthy of my worry was exiled.’

‘Do not speak that coward’s name in my home.’

Eliška’s eyes went to her lap at the mention of her youngest. It was clever of Eris to change the course of the river from him to Lucien, but Nesta wished Lucien wasn’t used as a scapegoat. It clearly brought his mother pain.

‘I did not speak it,’ replied Eris, holding his father’s stare. ‘Merely explained that he was the only brother who had the ambition and skill to assassinate me.’

It would never not disturb Nesta that murder could be discussed so openly. This was the cutthroat Autumn Court though. She had to grow with it rather than be suffocated by it. If there had been any attempts on her life, Nesta had not realised. Eris was always a step ahead.

After dinner, the sons were to remain with their father. Nesta linked her arm with her mother-in-law’s then felt the familiar press of her magic, asking to be let inside of her head, as they marched down the silent halls.

I do not like tonight. My smokehounds have been unsettled.

Eliška’s grip on Nesta was tight enough to hurt as they wove through the warren of corridors towards the latter’s rooms.

None would harm me, but I daresay somebody might try to hurt you tonight. Eris was unwell today, wasn’t he? Others would have noticed it. Stay in your room. Keep it locked. If you do not hear from Eris tonight then I will try and send a message beyond these borders to help you.

Her mother-in-law gave one curt bow of the head then swept along the corridor, flanked by her own guards. Nesta wasted no time in hurrying inside and locking the door. She retrieved a knife then searched each room, just as Eris had taught her once. She kept her back against a wall while moving swiftly, opening cupboards and checking under the bed. All of the windows were locked. There were no signs of any movement in the room whilst they had been at dinner.

Eliška’s words echoed in her mind. If she did not hear from Eris that meant he was dead. Would Beron go that far? Maybe not, but he might encourage his sons to. Then Nesta would be alone here with no allies or protection.

She twisted her fingers in her lap, stomach churning so violently that Nesta ended up running to the bathroom to empty it.

Eris was not well. He was weak and exhausted. She could not sit here and hope he would make it back to her safely. It was her turn to battle the storm for him. Her turn to face monsters.

Not knowing entirely what she was doing, Nesta hurried through the Forest House.

‘Find Eris,’ she murmured to her magic.

It slithered out of her like great snakes that scorched the carpet in their hunt. One silver flame remained pulsing so brightly that she had to shield her eyes. That was the one to follow.

It led her down a set of stone stairs. A chill seeped from them as she descended deep into the bowels of the Forest House, into the damp cellars. Eris had once told her he’d had his first kiss in them, behind a barrel of Beron’s favourite wine.

At the sounds of pain, Nesta froze. Her shoe still hovered above a step so she gently pressed the ball of her foot down, careful not to make any sound. She called her magic back to her.

‘Again.’

It was Beron’s voice.

Then, the unmistakable sound of a whip cracking through the air and onto skin.

Another grunt of pain.

She recognised that voice too. Her husband’s.

Unable to control herself, unable to reason that this had happened many times and it would be safer for her to slip back to her rooms, Nesta surged down the stairs.

Beron stood watching, with his arms folded, displeasure painted on his features. Eris clung to a stone pillar. His shirt was discarded on the floor. Blood streaked his back and more was splattered on the floor. Phelan leaned against another pillar, face giving nothing away. Uther held the whip, but Xander was enjoying every moment too.

‘You will not touch him again.’

At the sound of Nesta’s voice, the males turned.

‘Remove yourself from this place.’ Beron’s voice was quiet but authoritative.

Nesta hated him. She hated him so much. From the neat, brown hair on his head to the polished, black boots. She hated the male.

‘You will not touch my husband ever again.’

Her own voice was ragged with pain. Her Eris, who was so strong, so fearless for her, was beaten and broken at his family’s hand for no reason except for humiliation. She would take it no more.

Strike him dead.

Magic ruptured out of her. It was a beast that would never be satisfied. It would kill and kill and kill, if Nesta allowed it.

Tonight, there was only one male she wanted dead.

Beron was flung against the wall. Her silver flames devoured him before he had a chance to fight back. He might have been a high lord, but she was the bitch who had stolen from the Cauldron.

They warped his features, stealing the last of his eternal life, until he crumpled into a rotting corpse. She had stolen his life. And she was glad for it.

A tense silence filled the cellar.

Then a guard’s voice rang out. ‘She killed the high lord. Seize her.’

Phelan was quickest. His knife slit the guard’s throat. Fire then erupted from his remaining hand to cremate the remaining guard. His screams made Nesta close her eyes, as if that might block them out.

‘We saw nothing,’ said Phelan, staring at Xander and Uther.

Eris turned from the pillar. The wounds on his back sealed themselves. A faint, shimmer of gold bled over his skin instead as high lord’s magic seeped into his veins.

Phelan dropped to one knee then bent his head. ‘I swear myself to you, High Lord.’

Eris raked a knife over Phelan’s palm, accepting his blood as his vow. Then his amber eyes turned to his remaining brothers. ‘And you? Do you stand with me or against me?’

Both males followed Phelan’s example, bending to the ground and holding out their hand for Eris to accept their vow.

‘Eris Vanserra. High Lord of the Autumn Court.’

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#a court of tangled flames #acotf #neris

[duskwoodgirl4life]

Chapter 4

I have focused this chapter on MC and Jakes building relationship, how they both deal with their feelings for each other.

MC and Jake arrived back home when her phone started to ring, when she pulled it out of her pocket it was Phil. She paused for a moment deciding if she was going to answer or not.

MC: what?

Phil: Why MC? Why? Why did you destroy the apartment? I really want to work things out with you

MC: Go to hell Phil

MC put the phone down and went to put her stuff in the guests bedroom, Jake had put her cases on the bed for her to unpack. After a couple hours of getting things in the right place it was finally time to relax for the night.

Jake: How about we order Chinese for dinner?

MC: that sounds amazing, you order and I'll go get us some beers

Jake: okay, I'll find us a movie to watch

Jake placed the order and then started to look for a movie to watch, MC had gone to the shop to get some beers. When she got back Jake had picked out a movie for them to one of their favorite's IT. 30 minutes later the food had arrived Jake went to grab the food while MC grabbed a couple plates and 2 folks.

They both sat down, watching the movie and eating Chinese food after the movie had finished. MC cleared the plates while Jake moved the takeout containers.

Just as MC had grabbed 2 more beers MCs phone rang again she picked it up and it was Phil again.

MC: What the hell!! Why do you keep phoning me? We are over

Phil: I love you MC, I promise I have changed I've turned over a new leaf

MC: in the space of a couple hours? Just leave me alone

MC hung up the phone putting it back in her pocket, Jake had come back from putting the rubbish out and he noticed MC looked upset.

Jake: Are you okay?

MC: just my dumb ex boyfriend that won't get the hint

Jake: Do you want me to talk to him?

MC: it's okay, but thank you that's so sweet of you why couldn't I have found a guy like you instead of Phil

Jake's cheek started to turn a little red, which MC noticed. She giggled at his cuteness and she walked over to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. They both looked deep into each other's eyes and their lips came closer together. Before they knew it their lips had locked with each other's Jake pulled away from MC.

Jake: I'm so sorry MC I didn't mean to I..I..

MC: No it's…it's okay y-you don't have to say sorry

Jake: I am truly sorry MC

Before MC could reply Jake had gone into his room and closed the door leaving MC all alone in the kitchen.

Jake's POV

How could I be so stupid why did I have to kiss her soft lips? She's just got out of a relationship. She's your friend, you dummy, she's not interested in me. Why would she not go for computer geeks?

She will never want to be alone with me again, not after what just happened, I will understand if she wants to move out. I mean why wouldn't she want to stay here with someone that goes round kissing her.

Okay come on Jake just get some rest and everything will be fine in the morning. I hope I do really like her. From the first day she came into the shop and my eyes looked up and saw her walking towards me.

The next morning MC was first to wake up. She went to shower after she finished and went to make some coffee.

MCs POV

Why did Jake react like that? I do really like him, did I not kiss him well? Oh god what if I kissed him really bad and it made him feel sick. How can I look him in the eyes after that he's probably freaked out and he doesn't want to face me.

I can't say I blame him in a way I know I wouldn't find it pleasant if someone kissed me really bad. Omg what if he wants me to move out? And that's why he hasn't come out of his bedroom yet?

Come on MC you can brave this and just ask him if the kiss was really that bad, but what if he says yes it was bad. Okay, okay the only way to find out is just ask him that would be the grown up thing to do.

Lost in her thoughts MC didn't hear Jake coming out of his room, he lightly brushed past her causing her to jump. Her heart nearly jumped out of her chest and she got goosebumps all over her.

Jake: Sorry MC did I make you jump?

MC: it's okay Jake, I was lost in my own little world

Jake: I'm going to be working late tonight I've got a stock take to do

MC: oh okay, well if you need any help just let me know

Jake: I will do thank you

Jake grabbed his coffee and left for work leaving MC shocked not really knowing what just happened. Had Jake completely brushed off what happened last night? Was he too embarrassed to face her? All kinds of questions ran through MC's head.

MC kept herself busy for the rest of the day finishing off some last minute tweaks to a project for work. She put her laptop away and sat down on the sofa out of nowhere her phone buzzed.

Jake: Hey, are you busy?

MC: No, I've just finished doing some work. What's up?

Jake: can you come down to the shop this stock take is driving me nuts, plus I would like to talk to you

MC: be down in 5 minutes

MC leader forwards trying to work out what it was Jake wanted to talk about, putting her phone back in her pocket she made her way down to the shop.

When MC arrived in the shop Jake was up a step ladder with a clipboard counting and writing down the stock. She wasn't quite sure what to do so she just stayed near the door waiting for Jake to finish.

Jake: Hey, there you are thanks for coming to my rescue

MC: no problem what do you need me to do

Jake: can you put this onto the computer for me while I finish up here

MC: sure no problem I can do that

Jake: thanks MC you're a lifesaver

MC took the clipboard and went into the back office and started to put all the information onto the computer. After a couple hours all the information was now on the computer Jake had just finished.

Jake: Finally finished, thanks for doing that for me

MC: Do you need me to do the other one as well?

Jake: It's okay it can wait till tomorrow

MC: Jake? Can I talk to you

Jake: Sure what's up?

MC: about What happened last night I am sorry if the kiss was bad… there I said it

Jake stood frozen for what felt like hours just looking at MCs face, he walked over to her and ran his hand across her cheek.

Jake: MC the kiss was amazing. I shouldn't have acted like that. It was wrong of me. We are friends after all.

MC: I guess you're right

Jake: it's late why don't you order some takeout and this time let me pick up the beers it's the weekend after all

MC got up from the computer and went back up stairs to order the takeout, her mind was still going crazy by what Jake had just said to her.

MCs POV

I just can't work that man out. He kisses me I try to talk to him, he tells me the kiss was amazing but he just wants to be friends? If that is truly what he wants then I guess I have to go along with it.

I pull my phone out of my pocket and use it to order some takeout, this time I pick Italian as it is my second favorite food. I placed the order and put my phone down waiting for Jake to return.

Jake's POV

What the hell was all that about? Why did I tell her I just wanted to be friends? Jake, you are such an idiot. I do this everytime I like a woman. I just end up pushing them away and I end up broken-hearted.

Now I have to tell her how I feel even if she rejects me. I have to tell her it's now or never. But what if she starts to hate me? What if I tell her my undying love and she turns me down completely.

#duskwood #everbyte game #duskwood jake #duskwood hacker #iamjake #duskwood jake x mc #i love you jake #jake x mc #he loves me #i love you #love and betrayal

[dominicsorel]

Also hi sorry I just wanted to say in the Disorder cutscene it goes Roxas -> Xion -> Riku -> Sora, which like. You could say might be a way to show the nobody's and then their others in order. But also having Riku right in the middle of it all is such an interesting choice too, again it being followed by the "Xion siphoning Sora's memories through Roxas" explanation, why would the memories be going through Riku at all?

Also also, at the beginning of that scene, Roxas has one of Sora's memories of Kairi, which he later tells Axel about, saying it felt like a dream. But if Xion is getting Sora's memories (especially the ones about Kairi from what we know), why did Roxas end up keeping that one? (And also seemed to forget Riku's memory right after, only mentioning that he saw a girl who looked like Xion and not like. Seeing his dead coworker. But Xion did seem to keep that memory.)

Perhaps the two of them are more trading memories which each other?

Anyway I don't know if you've talked about any of this before but I'm really interested in your theory.

Oh, I love how they bunch them together like that. No Kairi (if you've seen my BBS Kairi is Sora theory, you know I don't fully believe this nonsense about Kairi effecting why Xion looks like that) or just Sora in there, is there? Nope, they put Riku there. And my theory involves Sora's heart or a piece of it being with Roxas to keep it safe. If he's Riku's Nobody, it would make sense for him to be chosen as a safe place for Sora to rest. Riku is someone who will always keep Sora safe, even at his own expense and subconsciously.

It would explain all the odd feelings Roxas experiences during his journey (as Sora experiences similar things with Roxas and Ventus inside him) and why Carpet would say he senses a friend despite Genie and others not feeling the same way. Mickey Mouse in the KH2 Novel thinks Pluto is nearby but it's Axel who was just AROUND Pluto for a period of time. He says Axel "smells like a friend", hilariously enough.

Also, Roxas reacts similar as Sora did when Sora speaks out of him to Riku as when Ventus speaks to Vanitas from within him. They both express shock and weren't aware the other person was with them at all. The only difference being that they assumed it meant Roxas was Sora's Nobody in the first case. Wonder what would've happened if they had access to the power of waking back then...

Riku was more willing to fight Roxas because he didn't fully believe he WAS Sora's Nobody upon meeting him and just went off what DIZ told him. You can see the very drastic difference in how he treats Xion and Roxas. He acknowledges Xion as a part of Sora and gives her room and time to consider her choices as someone with agency. He does not give Roxas this same courtesy. Makes more sense to me if Roxas is a part of Riku if he's willing to fight him. "I feel like I'm my own enemy", he says in COM. Maleficent tells him to not forget to finish himself because he's also "someone from the dark" which is how Roxas introduces himself to Sora in KH2.

Roxas explaining it felt like a dream when it WAS an actual nightmare that Riku was in was very interesting and accurate. He even reacts in a flight manner as if it was too much for his psyche to bare while Xion got trapped inside of it, potentially siphoning it from Roxas in the process which is why it might have faded from memory or it could've simply been too much for Roxas to handle atm so he pushed it to his subconscious. Riku also has to save Xion as...a Dream Eater does.

Pretty deep stuff there. He doesn't save Roxas from it but he acts without thinking with Xion. He just "felt like it". Not so much with Roxas. I love the line in the KH2 Novel after Riku stops Roxas and asks him if he "feels Sora" because he states he's getting frustrated with HIMSELF and then pauses before thinking that the sentiment is odd. He doesn't understand why he went to see Roxas.

My understanding of the siphoning memory power is if the heart is power, then wouldn't memory be too? The more experience you have, the more strength you have in life. And it's not necessary for it to BE at a conscious level either. We experience life-altering events some of us forget to cope but it still changes us. I guess the good thing in this situation is that even if your brain forgets, your body won't. Roxas gets weaker at times when Xion is at her best during Days. Not so unlike Riku's situation with Sora. Neither Roxas nor Riku wield the Kingdom Key anymore. Xion and Sora still do. But Roxas and Riku are still able to gain strength without taking it back from the other two.

Sidenote on the Keyblade situation: I just thought it was really precious that in the Days manga Xion compared holding Roxas's Keyblade to holding his hand.

#replies #didi speaks #text

[straightfacedstrangeness]

Broly movie semi-liveblog because of reasons

I only ever watched the original Broly movie once or twice cus of the suuuper long fight scene ending (and I think it came out, or we borrowed it from Blockbuster, around the time I was losing interest in DBZ)…which is great cus watching it now after the reboot movie has me going in almost totally fresh

Krillin’s puppy song (and how he just pauses then keeps singing after the ship lands X’D so you just hear him wailing in the background during Paragus’ big speech)

Paragus: I’m starting a new planet and I want you to be king Vegeta: :/ Paragus: Uhh…there’s also this big strong bad guy and only YOU can stop him! Vegeta: :/ Trunks: Dad, don’t go with him Vegeta: DON’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO! *goes out of spite*

Vegeta gets to the planet, gets his ear talked off by Paragus, sees Paragus’ whole army, doesn’t react to anything, but takes one look at the big buff shirtless dude covered in jewelry and decides “I want to be alone with that guy for a while” (Trunks: “DAD NO” Vegeta: “DON’T KINKSHAME ME”)

Son “cat trying to convince you it didn’t just eat five minutes ago” Goku

“Golly, who could the Legendary Super Saiyan be?” *shows a whole flashback of Broly being the Legendary Super Saiyan and names the movie “Broly: The Legendary Super Saiyan”*

Still gets me that the fan-favorite His Power Is Maximum villain’s weakness is that he flips out at the sight of the guy who cried in the crib next to him when they were babies

I’d still fight Master Roshi if I could risk getting within ten feet of him but thanks man for deflating the tension every time it gets serious here. And more importantly, giving my boy Oolong an actual reason to be here (designated driver). Which kinky freak on staff came up with that sequence of the two of them in bed together though?? XD

Realizing I haven’t seen the old DBZ movies since before my dad got his giant TV, and watching this thing in HD on a huge screen with surround sound blasting the doofy 2000s grunge rock songs shoehorned into the soundtrack just feels so wrong X’D

With Paragus’ whole thing being about trapping Vegeta on this planet so a comet can smush him, how much funnier would it have been if Goku had just shown up and immediately IT’d everyone back to Earth

This version of Broly is SO annoying, OMFG. Hulked-out glowing guy cackling about how he was gonna kill a child, “What do you expect from a true freak?! Wahaha~” Like 100% one of those guys who saw The Dark Knight and went “the Joker’s so dark and edgy, I wanna be just like him” Shut up already

Actually Broly’s fixation on hurting Gohan to upset Goku plus the Trunks-Vegeta dynamic could’ve made for an interesting subplot about father-son relationships, but nope I guess. Gohan and Trunks aren’t even in the reboot movie where they really dig into Paragus’ abuse of Broly (just a brief scene of Goten and Trunks calling Bulma for two seconds to tell her plot stuff)

Piccolo dragging Vegeta to the battle by his hair

I also actually love sad scared Vegeta because it makes him so much more interesting. Goku’s an excitable child whose relationship with martial arts is basically like a good work ethic, so he hears about someone stronger than him and gets all excited cus he wants to test his strength by fighting them. Vegeta’s an arrogant jerk generally used to getting his own way, so he hears about someone stronger than him and his first instinct is to go “pff, no way,” then when it’s clear the person IS much stronger he just shuts down. Probably a remnant of being terrorized and probably physically beaten by Frieza or his minions as a kid, cus you KNOW he wasn’t gonna just start taking orders from some guy who isn’t even his king dad

The classic DBZ squeaky foot noise when Broly walks...bless

“I’m the prince of all Saiyans, even you, Broly” “Then please try your best to make me kneel before you” Get a ROOM

“Did he really think I would die just because this planet is about to explode?”

*gives you my power, but in a tsundere way*

I’d been wanting to watch the first bunch of movies for a while since they use clips from em in the Ocean dub opening, but wound up with the 2nd movie set cus I found a good deal and the Broly reboot made me curious to revisit the original…now I’m torn between going on to Return Of Cooler & Super Android 13 my dumb funny beloveds, or going back to the 1st movie set and working my way up to truly Earn them XD

#dragon ball #rambling #goku #vegeta

[orreanintrepidness]

Sitting on his lap while Alistair was doing something on his PDA, Valentine was carefully writing out words in Orrean on a notepad. Her handwriting was immaculate, each stroke carefully placed as the message she wished to convey was very important.

Actually, Valentine was kind of shaking while she did it, a rarity for her. Perhaps he may take it as her feeling cold during those Orrean desert nights. But the reality was, she was scared, a feeling that didn't come up often.

Not when she was hanging off of a pole several feet in the air by her knees to get the perfect shot.

Not when she was freefalling after jumping off a burning plane with a broken parachute.

This was a life or death situation, a true one in her eyes. Valentine had to fight from crinkling the paper, as she wished for this message to be perfect. He might want to preserve it, this message that may never come again for him.

After all, in her family, you either marry or die when an assassin tells you their real name.

The message is carefully removed from her pad and given to Alistair after she turned to face him, tapping his cheek to get his attention. Using her usual detachment, Valentine swallowed her nervousness and put on a calm smile, hoping against hope he would not react badly to what he would see.

[In my family, we don't exchange rings, we exchange names. We truly believe in 'til death do you part', even before a marriage happens. A partner is loved until their last moment as their spouse. Even if we have to kill them ourselves to keep them to ourselves. I love you enough that if you ever left me for any reason, I'd kill you with my own two hands, because the thought of you with someone else when I can make you the most deliriously happy man in the world would kill me. I would kill you and then myself. That being said, will you be mine? Or will I have to claim you with death?]

And then she pointed to herself and slowly, quietly, sweetly, as if she practiced it to make sure the delivery was perfect. A preserved cherry blossom was pulled out of her pocket, offered to Alistair.

"SA-KU-RA."

That was it. Like a cured Pokemon move, whatever he did next would alter their lives forever, for better....or worse. Til death do they part.

To say the look on his face upon reading was one of shock was a given. He just stared at it, and stared at it, and stared at it. The silence must have lasted at least five minutes at a minimum. Not that such silence was unheard of with him, he was known for his long, drawn-out deliberations. This was not deliberation. This was him reading what was essentially his own death warrant if he declined. Not that he was considering such a decision given, it was Valentine who had made the demand. But that didn't make it any less... Unnerving, even for him. He knew she knew him too well, he relied on being an unknown, she would chew him up, and spit him back into the desert he crawled out of like it was another Tuesday. He dropped it. He just dropped it, like that. But he didn't move to act at all either. "Valen- Oh... OH... Sakura. You really need to not... Phrase an order like it is a question with choices. Choices give that illusion that there is any choice to be made on the matter..." He paused. Just staring at her for a moment, before he gave a nod, taking that cherry blossom into his hand, delicately, it would not be crushed like things usually would be in his palm. "I always have been... I already am, Sakura... Always..." His words stumbled again, and again, but he kept on nonetheless "Yes. The answer is yes." He finally blurted out, whatever hesitation was in him, it vanished in that moment. It had to. He knew it had to.

#ic #alistair's inbox: let's go! #cherryrockett

[diagonal-queen]

dia entirely forgot it was thungo thursday until mayoi reminded her and she dropped everything to watch the ep. here are all her thoughts, live-documented, in chronological order (apologies for this):

NOT RANPO CHILLING LIKE SHIT'S SWEET WHEN THE CAR HE WAS IN JUST FUCKING CRASHED LMAOOOOO

ranpo is so small next to minoura. he's so tiny and cute i just wanna cuddle him sm (and yes i am a little taller than him- height means nothing to me. we all know where the rest of his inches went YKNOW WHAT IM SAYIN YA FEEL ME)

'the police of this nation are idiots' yes minoura you're absolutely correct but consider this: the police of every nation on god's green earth are idiots

isn't it amazing how it was written in this magical reality-bending book that nobody would believe in the agency's innocence and in a couple minutes worth of running his mouth, ranpo just...undid it?? for like hundreds of police officers??? the sheer power of this man

god i forgot just how fucking fantastic this intro is. tbh this is probably my favourite intro of all of them. the colours and imagery and the chaos of it all MWAH (also kishow voice mm)

bones. was this panel too hard to animate properly?? did you read the fucking manga bones?? do you HATE US BONES??????

i could listen to ranpo talk for HOURS. literally hours, in a language i don't even speak, about anything he wanted, for hours, and i wouldn't get bored. his voice just...*kicks feet and giggles*

i missed you tecchou <3 please keep cooking for fukuchi. you're doing great sweaty xx

some loser: 'when do you suppose a life ends?' even bigger loser: 'when it becomes unable to adapt to change' fukuchi on his celestia ludenberg arc ok

IT'S BEEN LIKE ONE FUCKING WEEK AND THE UN IS ALREADY MAKING AN ANTI-TERRORIST GROUP??? THEY'RE FULLY READY TO FIND AND EXECUTE THE AGENCY MEMBERS IN UNDER A WEEK?? THE ICC LEGALLY CAN'T EVEN DETAIN CRIMINALS ON THEIR OWN IRL

i wish people reacted to seeing my posts on their dash the same way that the united nations reacted when fukuchi appeared onstage

congressmen will excuse mass shootings of gay ppl and then have shirtless fukuchi posters hanging above their beds where they half-heartedly fuck their wives and go to sleep before the thought of helping her also cum even crosses their mind

wait. *pauses and zooms in*. WAIT. YOU'RE TEL

YOU'RE TELLING ME THAT

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THAT ABRAHAM STOKER WAS THICC?????? THAT HE HAD A DUMPY???? THAT HE HAD SOME JUNK IN THAT TRUNK???? ALL THAT ASS INSIDE THOSE JEANS???? CURSE YOU FUKUCHI OUCHI FOR RIDDING THE WORLD OF BRAM'S CAKES

thinking about it, doesn't the decay of angels sound like a really cool name for an operatic metal band??

fukuchi: *enters room* ranpo: YOOOOOO STEPDAD GUESS WHO'S AN ENEMY OF STATE :DDDDDDD

fukuchi really is like 'you havent changed at all, boy' ranpo is literally eight years older than me. if he's a boy i'm primordial soup

fukuchi also said that ranpo's title of 'excellent detective' is self claimed. the thousands of people whose lives ranpo's probably saved must all be like 'say sike rn'

ranpo trusting fukuchi solely because the president said he trusts him. crying screaming throwing up ranpo GIVE ME ONE CHANCE (that's right guys we're back to this again)

fukuchi thinks he's hot shit cus he can jump high?? well my ocs can also do that fukuchi. sucks to be basic huh

IT'S NOT RANPO'S FAULT HE WAS BORN LATER AND THUS MET FUKUZAWA LATER??????? FUCK OFF FUKUCHI (also i love the way they're sitting they're all so silly mwehehehe)

omg ranpo also commented on the 'boy' thing lmaooo he and i are so good for each other <3 if only he'd give me a chance... </3

i wonder what portion of atsushi's budget goes towards emergency ramune. also imagine someone caring enough about you that they always keep one of your favourite snacks on you in case you get hungry or something. that's so cute i can't <3333

imagine coming up with a complex plan, twelve or so years in the making, to end the world, all because u asked ur friend out like thirty years ago and he said no T-T

fukuchi: *tilts neck* *minecraft skelly noise*

oh atsushi. i know other people won't like me saying this but you're so hot and i want to do the sex with you <3333333

wow bones. you've outdone yourself. this has to be the best fisheye yet- maybe even beating lucy's fisheye for how terrifying it is. i'm genuinely speechless

AKUTAGAWA

omg atsushi's speech on how loneliness is his biggest fear and how much he cares about his loved ones (kinnie moment), and the one thing he needs, truly needs right now is someone to fight alongside him to save all that he has to lose and the world as he knows it, and then akutagawa appears? soulmates. i mean it's not even like this is a surprise to me as someone who read the manga but, like, it's different when i'm watching it. soulmates. soulmates soulmates soulmates

and that's a wrap for tonight's edition of dia's thungo thursdays!! be sure to tune in for next week and see them cry tears of hopelessness and despair!!

#dia's daydreams #i say thungo thursday instead of wungo wednesday #because #what is wednesday to many of you #is often thursday to me #and this is also the case #when new episodes are released #timezones amirite #so thungo thursday it is #this post is so long and dumb im so sorry #if you read all the way to the end #im sorry

[toooldforfandom-liveblogs]

RWBY V8E11 - Risk

My main question going into this episode is... why did Ironwood's Ultimatum ask the same thing of Penny as the hack (assuming the Vault is in Atlas Academy)? I mean, in-universe it makes sense, he doesn't know what's going on. But we know. I'm not sure what's the narrative purpose of duplicating Penny's orders. Is it to have both Penny and her hacked self agree in what they need to do? To make her "lose" to the virus only because she agrees, without compromising the possibility of her coming back? Hm.

Anyway, I have no idea what the episode's title could be about so let's do this!

I think not even Palpatine in Star Wars went this hard with the dramatic lighting after his mask came off.

I hadn't considered that the bomb would be the thing to push people to reconsider working under Ironwood but, well, of course. On the other hand these guys saw Ironwood murder a councilman in cold blood without it ever coming up again, so I feel I have a pretty good reason for not thinking "this, this is the thing that breaks their loyalty"

All the light is gone from Ironwood's eyes, I guess the bomb threat finally killed whatever was left of him.

I love how the Ace Ops went from being awesome during their introduction to the slow reveal of how much they actually suck.

Winter just saved Marrow's life and there's no way she didn't know what she's doing.

I'm laughing IRL at their expressions and the situation.

Oscar is reaaally sounding like Ozpin right now

And Ruby finally, finally, got to her breaking point.

There's never going to be enough time for the show to get really into whatever is going on with Nora and Ren but I love the potential.

This is the payoff I've been waiting for almost two volumes and I'm loving it. Give me all the drama.

Nora's VA is killing it. I think I've never heard that particular tone coming from Nora before.

Wait.

What?

Of all the things I expected this is not one of them.

I wish they showed what Ren is seeing with his semblance. But I guess he could always be not using it right now.

Oh no, Jaune made me laugh. I'm getting soft in my old age.

I can't tell if that was a good apology or not. He assumed responsibility for what he said, explained the reason and made it clear that he knows what he is apologizing for.

I wonder if Nora thinks Ren regrets the kiss, since he mentioned Robyn's rally and she very clearly reacted to it.

That tiny flinch from Nora is absolutely wonderful.

The one thing that is distracting me here is Ren's VA. But maybe it's the way Ren in general gets directed which usually works for his character but feels a teensy bit stilted here, in a "ah, an actor is reading these lines" versus "Ren is saying this" way.

Still loving this scene.

Nora backstory!

now I wonder if he can turn off his semblance

If I hadn't been pausing I'd be crying right now, but this definitely got me teary-eyed.

All aboard the murder ironwood train

The most subtle of weapons, a giant Final Fantasy sword.

With that camera angle, he's already gone.

Welp, never mind

On one hand this is a natural continuation of Qrow's character development. A small return into his bad habits before continuing to get better.

On the other hand, I'm just not invested in his storyline. It lost me when Clover got killed and now I just want the writers to speedrun this bit so Qrow can either return to the main group or go do something else away from the show.

Who could it be to cause that reaction? Maybe Winter and Marrow?

lol at Ruby's angst pose.

Oh. We're going right into this.

I 100% thought they had missed the silver eyes or maybe save it for the last episode or something.

Ruby's VA is making a herculean effort to make her sound gravely while still keeping her squeakiness. And it's working.

This is amazing. I never expected the show to acknowledge that Ruby is perfectly capable of doing the same speculation as the fandom once she had the info. And I love how she's speaking.

Also, I think I can hear the fandom's reductive perception of Ruby taking a big hit.

And now I can hear my heart breaking.

I hadn't realized how much I needed this scene. When was the last time they got to be sisters?

aaand, it's gone. It can only be Penny, right? The one remaining issue in the mansion.

aw, c'mon. I don't mind (I do) if she's fully hacked but the internal fighting is destroying me. Just get it over with.

Nuts and Dolts fans: "Not like this... not like this."

This is very tragic but I can't help but find her eyes funny.

Emerald is helping! She's helping!!

Big fan of Jaune's semblance interacting with others'

From an objective point of view, this tracks. She's making a choice while she still can.

From my point of view: AAAAA, why am I watching this.

I'm 99.9% sure that this is not going to happen just because a super powerful main character makes the story harder to write.

And, also, I'm not sure Ruby would be able to do it, even though earlier in the season they talked about how sometimes they have to make hard decisions that they don't necessarily like. They were just talking about being optimistic, there has to be reason for that.

Winter would kill Penny here but Ruby is not there yet, and I doubt she'll ever be. That's just not who she is. I feel she's going to take a risk (ohh, that's why) here but I'm not sure what the plan could be. They can't stop Penny forever.

This episode keeps surprising me with things that make sense and I hadn't even remotely considered before.

That was weirdly anti-climactic.

same Weiss, same

I think I love Emerald.

lol

Okay, now you're just overdoing it with the title drops.

I think this is my favorite episode of this season so far, I liked every single scene. Marrow finally got a spine, Winter is (or seems to be) finally doing something, Nora and Ren finally talked, Ruby finally got to open herself up and reconnect with her sister, Emerald finally acknowledged she's switching sides and Penny finally "dealt" with the virus. All those "finally" are payoffs from things that have been building up for whole seasons in some cases, and all of them worked (for me). If I had to choose, I think Nora and Ren are the highlight of the episode, with Ruby being a close second.

For the first time since Penny got hacked I feel hopeful that she's not going to straight up die or choose to die. I mean, I'm still leaning towards that being the case but the aura thing is making me reconsider my pessimism. It no longer feels inevitable. Which is probably for the worse, since now that there's hope it'll just crush me harder when the writers decide to go ahead with it anyway.

I think that's all for now so, until next time!

#rwby #rwby liveblog #rwby v8 #rwby v8e11

[robo-cryptid]

F (i love your dialogue), G and R, if you don't mind! (:

F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

Oh gosh, thank you. I love writing dialogue, so I could probably go digging and find several. But I think about this scene from Main Squeeze sometimes and am still proud of it, so I'm going with that one.

“Wouldn’t kill you to be nice, though.”

“I can be nice.”

“Talk is cheap, Shimada. I’ll believe it when I see it.”

Hanzo pauses with the barest tilt of his head. There’s no sound but shaky breathing. Then there’s a careful brush of fingers, one of Hanzo’s knuckles tracing the shape of Cole’s cheek. It’s so soft it almost tickles, and Cole wants to squirm for more reasons than that. 

“What are you doin’?”

Hanzo pauses with their noses nearly brushing. He’s so close that he’s blocking out all the light, close enough that Cole feels the puff of air against his mouth when Hanzo says, “Being nice.”

G: Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?

A little bit of both, really. Sometimes I'll start with a scene I have in mind and then work the story around putting that scene into context. Buuut this can backfire because sometimes by the time I get to the scene in question, it doesn't fit anymore, lol.

Other times I write in order, not really because I am that devoted to it, but because of the aforementioned backfiring. Also because it's nice to have a tone, character motivations, etc., established before I get to a scene I'm looking forward to because that helps me figure out how it should go. And honestly, if I'm not careful and I write a scene I'm super excited about, sometimes my silly brain chemicals will react like, "you did it! You finished this whole fic!" which is... not helpful to actually finishing the whole fic.

R: Are there any writers (fanfic or otherwise) you consider an influence?

I had secretly hoped no one would pick this one, lollll, because I genuinely do not know! In one of the others I answered that I'm sort of a passive reader who just Absorbs most of the time, so it's hard for me to say what's been a big influence from pro published authors.

In terms of influences in fandom, I do think my enjoyment of some more descriptive writers has taught me to slow down occasionally -- you know, stop and smell the roses, I guess. My tendency is to be pretty sparse with description and run straight ahead, which can be very helpful for keeping things moving and not getting bogged down in the details (and I still secretly believe most fic writers would benefit from deleting words more often, or at least, like, writing exercises where they give themselves maximum word counts to learn the value of brevity), but establishing setting and atmosphere and sensory details are also really important for readers, lol.

So in that case, here is a short and probably-incomplete list of fic writers I admire whose descriptive talents are very inspiring and challenge me to step up my description game: motorghost, mataglap, t_pock, coinin, and CommonNonsense.

#robo answers #ask meme #anonymous

[rjalker]

okay making it again since the first one doesn't want to show up in the tag, probably because of the link, so I'll put that in a reblog.

The Future of Work: Compulsory, by Martha Wells.

Also known as the short story prequel to The Murderbot Diaries

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It’s not like I haven’t thought about killing the humans since I hacked my governor module. But then I started exploring the company servers and discovered hundreds of hours of downloadable entertainment media, and I figured, what’s the hurry? I can always kill the humans after the next series ends.

Even the humans think about killing the humans, especially here. I hate mines, and mining, and humans who work in mining, and of all the stupid mines I can remember, I hate this stupid mine the most. But the humans hate it more. My risk-assessment module predicts a 53 percent chance of a human-on-­human massacre before the end of the contract.

“Knobface,” Elane said to Asa. “You’re not the supervisor.”

Maybe that percentage should have been higher, the way the three humans on the observation platform were fighting about the flow rate. Not that I cared. I was in the entertainment feed, watching episode 44 of The Rise and Fall of Sanctuary Moon and monitoring ambient audio for keywords in the unlikely event that a human said something important.

“Those things make my insides creep.” That was Sekai, looking at me. Nobody likes SecUnits. Even I don’t like us. We’re part-­human, part-bot constructs, and we make everybody nervous and uncomfortable.

I didn’t react. I’m in full armor, and I keep my visor opaque. Also, 98 percent of my attention was on the episode I was watching: The colony solicitor’s bodyguard and best friend had just been crushed under debris while trying to save a transport mech trapped in a crash. Were they really going to kill her off? That sucked.

I didn’t realize anything had happened on the platform until I heard a strangled yell. I ran back my video: Asa had turned abruptly and accidentally bumped into Sekai, knocking her off the platform.

Great. I paused the episode and checked the monitoring drone down in the shaft. I couldn’t get a visual, but I tracked the power signature of Sekai’s suit. She bounced off the stabilizer wall (ouch) and hit a blade on the extractor housing. Gravity was lighter in the shaft, and there was a chance that the impacts hadn’t—yeah, she was moving. I isolated her comm signal and heard harsh, frightened breathing. She had 90 seconds before that blade moved and dumped her down to be incinerated in the collectors.

You would think dealing with this would be my job. But no, my job is: 1) to prevent the workers from stealing company property, everything from tools to disposable napkins from the mess hall; 2) to prevent the workers from injuring and/or killing management, no matter how tempting the prospect might be; and 3) to prevent the workers from intentionally harming one another in ways that might diminish productivity. So HubSystem’s response to my alert was to tell me to stay in position.

The mine was run by cheap, venal bastards, so the nearest safety bot was 200 meters above us. HubSystem ordered me to stay in position; SafetyResponder28 was incoming. It would arrive just in time to retrieve the smoldering lump formerly known as Sekai.

Asa, realizing what he’d done, was making a noise that did uncomfortable things to the organic parts in my head. Elane was sobbing. I could have ignored them and gone back to the episode, but I liked the colony solicitor’s bodyguard and I didn’t want her to be dead. Sekai, a human I was technically responsible for, would be dead soon too.

With my governor module inert, I sometimes do things and I’m not entirely sure why. (Apparently getting free will after having 93 percent of your behavior controlled for your entire existence will do weird things to your impulse control.) Without thinking about it, I stepped off the edge of the platform.

As I fell down the shaft, I kicked the stabilizer wall to push myself into the lighter gravity well. I landed on the housing above Sekai, just as HubSystem sent a command to my governor module that should have flash-fried my inorganic parts and soft human bits. Ha.

Sekai looked up at me, eyes wide. Her helmet had cracked (that’s what cut-rate safety equipment gets you) and her face was streaked with tears. I initiated a secure audio link between my armor and her suit, hooked one hand around the edge of the housing, and reached down. “We have 45 seconds to get out of here before we both die,” I said.

She gasped and shoved upward to grab my arm. As I pulled her against my chest, the blade cycled and dropped. A blast of heat and radiation washed over us. Sekai made an “eep” noise. I wanted to make an “eep” noise too, but I was busy. I said, “Just hook your harness to me.”

She fumbled the clips into place and got them fastened. Now I was free to focus on phase 2 of this stupid plan. I’d hacked HubSystem when I was first shipped here. Now I needed to make it forget what it had just seen. No—I needed to make this look like HubSystem’s idea.

By the time I’d climbed the shaft and slung us both up onto the platform, HubSystem was convinced that it had ordered me to rescue Sekai. I set her on her feet, filtering out the crying on the comm, and pulled up the management feed that I wasn’t supposed to have access to. Good: The supervisors were puzzled that HubSystem had directed a SecUnit to save a worker, but figured it was a productivity issue. Sekai and the others would be hit with fines for almost clogging the collectors with her burning body, but it was better than being dead. I guess.

Elane tried to pull Sekai away, but she turned back and stumbled toward me. “Thank you,” she said. It was like she could see me through my visor, which was a terrifying enough thought that my performance reliability dropped 3 percent.

Asa took her arm gently. “They can’t talk,” he told her.

She shook her head as her friends steered her toward the access bridge. “No, it talked. I heard it.”

Back at my guard station, I started the episode again. Maybe somebody would save the colony solicitor’s bodyguard too.

#Murderbot #The Murderbot Diaries #SecUnit