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stcverogers · 11 months

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TOP GUN FIC RECS 7!

top gun fics that i’ve been reading and obsessing with over recently

this is extremely important and i take this very seriously out of respect for the community. please do remember to read the rules for the respective blogs before interacting with or reading them.

F: fluff A: angst S: smut

𖥻 - series /multi part

masterlist

JAKE 'HANGMAN' SERESIN

F: it's all about you by @bussyslayer333 the four times jake knew that his girl was the one he was going to marry, and the one time he made her his wife.

F: next thing you know by @disturbedbeautywrites you and jake met at the hard deck. in the blink of an eye, you're happily married with children you adore.

F: one man's loss is another man's gain by @sebastianstangirl01 jake would never thank rooster for anything other than leading his wife to him.

F: dad's shirt by @stargazing15 you and your daughter get jake a shirt for father's day, though she's more excited to wear it than him.

F + A: oh deer by @wkndwlff jake loved you, that he was sure of. out of fear of ruining your friendship, he kept that a secret. when you're in a car accident and jake almost losing you, he had to let you know.

F: i think there's been a glitch by @folkloreslovechild jake can't help who he is when he's around you.

F + A: 5 times hangman got older + 1 time he got wiser, too by @folkloreslovechild jake had always loved you, he just never realised it.

F: jake and his sweet wife by @fireinmoonshot

F + A: always a bridesmaid by @sugarcoated-lame when the dagger squad arrived at rooster's wedding, he had given them a stern warning to stay away from his baby sister. of course, jake is never one to listen to what bradley bradshaw has to say.

F: and i know when i need it i can count on you by @carnationworld-writings jake will do anything to help alleviate some of his pregnant wife's pain

F + A: you again by @ereardon you and jake were once in love, till he decided that you needed to break up. years have passed and you've both achieved your aspirations. will this then make room for both of you to rekindle that lost flame?

F: apple pie and you and i by @honeyhenry jake realises how fortunate he is when he's surrounded by the people he loves most, his family.

F: reunions by @gigisimsonmars you and jake haven't been together long and a pregnancy scare creates uncertainty about your relationship.

F + A: beach day by @harvestleaves jake's main concern will always be his girl, even if it meant skipping out on showing rooster up at dogfight football.

S + A: stay by @sere-sins jake never spent the night, but you needed him. so he'll stay, even if it's just for today.

A: pink light by @sushiwriterhere jake seresin, in all his blonde haired glory, had you wrapped around his finger. you loved him like the earth loved the moon. he didn't.

A: past the texas line by @allbark-no-bite jake will do anything for you, there is no line he wouldn't cross.

F: let me walk you home by @fireinmoonshot jake thought that tonight was finally the night that he would make a move on you. much to his dismay, you were preoccupied the whole night. he settles on walking you home.

F + A: the worst best man by @youvebeenlivingfictional jake seresin was already an insufferable man. pit him as best man while you've the maid of honour for a wedding, you were sure to be on the verge of pulling your hair out.

F + A: hung the galaxy by @creativeashproductions the last time you stepped foot in the city of angels, you had become a runaway bride. this time, you’re happily together with a fiancé you love dearly.

F + A: would that i by @uselsshuman jake, the ever loving partner, will always be there to clean up your accidents, no matter how big or small.

F + A: the olive theory by @eternalsams on every person’s 24th birthday, they will receive an envelope detailing who their soulmate is. you’re disheartened when the contents of the letter doesn’t describe jake.

BRADLEY 'ROOSTER' BRADSHAW

F + A: i don’t know, blame the air force? by @gretagerwigsmuse you are hopeful in getting your end of year bonus, only to find out a big chunk of it was going to the defence budget. it didn't help that you were dating a military man.

F + A: days like this by @sometimesanalice when you've had a terrible day, bradley is there to cheer you up

F: a little bit of courage by @callsignmeiga you and bradley have reached the point in your relationship where he's ready for you to meet his found family.

F: all of the girls you loved before by @wannabeschyulersister all of the girls rooster's loved before made him the one you've fallen for.

F + A: do you want me? by @ash5monster01 rooster assures you that he wants you as much as you want him.

F: sweet encounters + sweet tooth by @junkdrawerfics rooster's first time meeting you was with payback drunkenly stumbling into your bakery, screaming for your croissants.

F + A: bad idea by @sometimesanalice rooster sees the girl that had dumped him at the hard deck, flirting with someone who definitely did not deserve her.

F + A: just roommates by @risriswrites you and rooster were just roommates, till you weren't.

F + A: rescue me by @beccaanne814 bradley is left haunted by the events of the uranium mission and seeks comfort in the one person who can give it to him.

F + A: ruffling feathers by @helloheyhihowdyheya yours and rooster's feud didn't just exist in the air.

F + S: baby come close by @bradshawsweetheart you trust bradley with all your heart, deciding that you are ready to take your relationship to another level.

F + A: pick your battles 𖥻 by @intoanotherworld23 your relationship with bradley ended on a bad note, cruel words were spat and feelings were hurt. you're both called back to topgun for a suicide mission and tensions arise.

F: baby on my left, wife on my right by @popcornlover wanting to be carried from the car into the house, you and your daughter pretend to be asleep

F: stuck on you by @teowritesthings bradley gives you the sweetest morning surprise.

BOB 'ROBERT' FLOYD

F + A: my girl by @rlphunter phoenix sets you up on a date, not knowing that you are secretly dating her backseater.

F: fix it by @lovingperfectionsblog bob was not good with women. he also should have known better than to seek advice from womaniser, jake seresin.

F: you gift bob flowers by @peachystenbrough

F: wicked game by @icegirl03 you and bob slow dance in the living room

F: baby, i'm yours by @superhornetbaby bob dials up the endearment when he's drunk

MICKEY 'FANBOY' GARCIA

F: 512 by @bonitanightmxres you've always thought that the guy living in apartment 512 was cute. you finally gather the courage to ask him out.

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heisenberg-simp257 · 1 year

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How would the Lords be as parents? We know how Alcina is, but how about the others?

You don't have to answer if it makes you uncomfortable.

I don't mind! In fact, this is my favorite kind of content XD Hope you enjoy!💖

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The Four Lords as Parents Headcanons

Alcina Dimitrescu

-We do already know how Alcina is as a parent, but let's recap a little just so she can be included. She can be very loving but is also very strict. However, she always has her children's best interests at heart.

-It's hard for her to show any loving affection with hugs and stuff like that. She's much better in showing her care with the life she's given them, safety and so forth. It's just hard for her to share her emotions.

-However, she's a very protective mother as we all know.

-She will kill anyone who dares harm her children or their livelihoods. They mean a lot to her, and this is how she really shows it. The more danger they are in, the more anger and stress Alcina gets, leading to her lashing out.

-Alcina isn't afraid to scold or punish. The way she sees it, she's the queen here, the one in charge. None of her children would dare talk back to her or speak badly against her. They have a simple yet solid relationship.

-Despite the level of dominance she holds, Alcina does have a sweet spot for her children. If they want to do something with her, she'll do it. She likes to spend downtime with them. Alcina isn't entirely cold, she does have a soft spot for her children.

Donna Beneviento (and Angie)

-Donna would be a good mother, be it a little absent minded here and there. However, she has rules and those rules better be followed or else. Her first rule is definitely don't go into the basement, and then it would be to stay away from her gardens.

-All her strictness comes from paranoia that her children could get hurt or something. She didn't have a very safe childhood, so she overdoes safety now because she's worried. Even though, if the kids are left with Angie, it's a whole other story entirely.

-Despite her overwhelming sense of fear, she still holds a sense of sereness and acts very calm.

-She likes to teach new things to her children, like her art of doll making, gardening, or even tea. Even though she wants them to stay away from her dangerous flowers, each child would get a little spot in the garden where they could grow their own plants under her supervision.

-Donna likes to do a lot of play with her children when they are young. She thinks the imagination is important, so if they want to have a tea party, a tea party they shall get. And if they want to play with dolls that she made for them, she'll drop everything to join.

-She is the queen of comfort. When I mentioned she's a worrier for their safety, that includes while they sleep. Nightmares don't get to cause her children any pain. Donna will give hugs, lay with them until they fall asleep again, or do anything to bring comfort.

Salvatore Moreau

-One of the most caring yet most fearful fathers is Moreau. This man has no idea what to do and no instincts seem to come to him. He's kind of just following on principle of keep them alive and safe and cared for. In fact, sometimes he's too caring.

-His children can never go anywhere without him. Moreau starts to see everything as a hazard and goes to "baby proofing" whatever he can. He always tries to find something to distract them, like a movie or something, in order to get him to feel peace for a while.

-But Moreau is also very proud of his children, running around and talking the ears off anyone he finds.

-The other lords are getting sick of him coming around and gushing about what his kids have done that day. To be honest, they didn't really care. Moreau might know this, but he doesn't care. Just getting to say it makes him happy because he knows his kids know he's proud.

-While he's always scared that something will happen to them, he's also aware that they need to feel loved. Moreau overloads his children with loving words and means of affection. All the hugs in the world from him.

-Despite his soft nature, he's also extremely protective. He will go full on fish mode if anything dares try to harm his offspring. In fact, he might even be scarier than the other lords when it comes to that aspect.

Karl Heisenberg

-Heisenberg is probably one of the most complex fathers in the world to describe because he is just one large mix of everything. He is fearful for both his children's safety and his own status as a parent. Yet, he also loves and cares for them like any parent should. He also has a sense of pride and determination to be a better parent than Miranda ever could.

-Yes, his temper is certainly a problem that he is trying to fix. Every time one of his kids does something wrong, even if it's an accident, he raises his voice. However, deep down, it comes from the fear he felt that they could've gotten hurt. His factory is not a safe place, so they need to listen to him.

-But despite his tough demeanor, his heart has grown three sizes with the addition of children to his life.

-Considering that his factory is a dangerous place to be, he tries to keep the kids occupied while he works. Most of what he does is throwing paper and coloring supplies on the ground and letting them have it. That means he shows up later that evening with them shoving drawing after drawing in his face. He acts annoyed, but he hangs them up all over his workspace.

-Heisenberg knows how dangerous the world is, so he is extremely protective. Not overly protective, but he seems to have a sixth sense for when his kids are in danger. At that point, he magically appears and deals with the problem.

-He's a rough man, but he isn't going to let his kids feel unloved. If they want a hug, they get a hug. If they need him to lay with them till they fall asleep, he's there. They aren't getting a shitty unloved childhood like he got.

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roo-roo-roo · 7 months

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Hi, this is my first time making a request and I'm a little nervous. English is not my first language so if I am wrong I apologize.

Esto puede ser bastante largo. Me preguntaba si podrías escribir la reacción de los líderes del dormitorio, Floyd y Rook, Romántica, pero si te gusta Platónico, eso también es perfecto. sobre una lectora que es una estrella, la lectora fue creada en un universo donde las estrellas son seres adorados desde que nacen, la lectora que se cansa de ser adorada todo el tiempo entonces sale al mundo (galaxia), a experimentar los diferentes tipos de lugares, otras galaxias, planetas, etc. (el lector puede viajar a donde quiera cuando quiera, y este tipo de estrellas pueden copiar cualquier cosa, ya sea voz, apariencia, poderes, etc.), el lector llega a un retorcido país de las maravillas. de curiosidad. La lectora usa pronombres femeninos, es alguien de baja estatura, como todas las estrellas sus ojos tienen estrellas jsjskd, ojos morados, se inclina más por gordita en forma de reloj de arena, cabello negro y como es estrella puede que también lo tenga muchos años de edad (entre 10 mil o 5 mil).

Mi explicación es bastante larga, me emocioné a mitad del pedido jdakdk. Espero que te sientas cómodo con esa petición.

A Prefect Who Came From The Stars

Dorm Leaders, Floyd, Rook x Female!Reader

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3

TW: none

Hello, Prefect! Thank you for this lovely request! I absolutely love your idea and I thank the Sevens that translators exist! I would definitely miss out on such a cool prompt. Despite my creative drive, I had to split this one into three parts because I fear that Tumblr won't be able to handle extremely long posts. Not to mention, I have an upcoming midterms exam tomorrow (oh my...). Thus, I hope this will satiate your excitement for even just a moment. I will update the post with links once I upload more.

❝ 𝓡𝓲𝓭𝓭𝓵𝓮 𝓡𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓼 ❞ ✧ ೃ༄

Heartslabyul was just as lively as ever. Another unbirthday celebration was organized at the dorm, this time in style. Pastry towers were meticulously put on enormous plates, and dessert containers resembled pyramids displaying a variety of items. As the breeze caresses your black hair, you immediately inhale the aroma of fresh roses. Following Riddle's overblot, the dorm got a little less rigid. However, this does not excuse anyone from accountability.

"Ace! I strongly advise you to stop this madness immediately!" Despite his petite stature, the inhabitants of his dorm dreaded the housewarden of Heartslabyul. “Oh, c’mon Riddle! It’s just a little frosting. The world isn’t ending now, is it?” Except for one, that is…

Ace struggled to respond as he crumbled in fits of laughter along with Grim. Apparently, the first-year student decided that it would be fun to fling a spoonful of cake frost. Not at Riddle. No. Ace wouldn’t do that on his own volition. It was supposed to be for Deuce, but he missed the mark by a long shot. Riddle breathed deeply, refusing to debate with rage. One hand was gripping the armrest of his luxurious chair, while the other rubbed the bridge of his nose. A small giggle escapes your lips as you reach for a napkin to delicately wipe the icing off his cheek. “It’s alright Riddle, there’s no need for you to be upset. Today is a wonderful day to have fun, wouldn’t you agree?” Riddle remained frozen on his chair. Hearing your exquisite voice was a new kind of dessert that Riddle enjoyed. It wasn't unusual for the two of you to chat. However, he continues to feel nervous, yet giddy when he does have a chance. “I s-suppose so…” He muttered under his breath. Wishing for your touch to last an eternity rather than a moment.

The party went smoothly as the hours passed and it was nearing its end. Riddle had started a toast to close off the event. A new ritual right after each party where he would give thanks to everyone, emphasizing you, of course. If he could, he would spend hours pouring his heart out for you, and only you. But we all know that he would never admit that out loud. Unless you bat your pretty star eyes at him…

“Miss Y/n, will it be alright to request some of your time before you go? I… I have something that I wish to show you.” You turn around to see Riddle extending his hand for you to take. The party ended a while ago, yet you were still here. Trey had asked for your assistance with a few things while he persuaded Grim to join Deuce and Ace on the way back to Ramshackle. Cater was apparently busy with a few things, so you accepted. Little did you know, Trey caught wind of what was going on between you and the housewarden. His best friend was easy for him to read, after all. “Why, of course.” You agreed and placed your hand on his, “you wouldn’t mind if I joined Riddle, right Trey?” Turning back, you see Trey shaking his head. “No! Not at all. You two have fun while I finish things up.” He nods to both of you, proud of his choice to keep you busy enough for his friend to gather some courage.

Riddle then leads you into the dorm, meandering through the corridors and up the stairs. You saw something in the way he held you. Always so gentle, always so elegant. It was as if he made sure you didn't shatter like a glass ornament. The idea of his delicate touch never leaving your form made your heart skip a beat. It was different from the worship that you received throughout your life. You both end your journey on a balcony that oversees the vast maze they had. As you step out and lean on the railings, golden hues envelop your form. The sun began to set right in time for Riddle to see this picturesque moment. Again, he was frozen, observing you from behind. The breeze that came next made the scene even more immaculate.

“Oh, it’s getting a bit cold. The view here is amazing though! Do you often spend teatime here? Because if I were you, I would.” You wrap your arms around yourself to remain warm until you feel another pair embrace you. “Yes… I do. Though, I wish I had someone like you to keep me company.” Riddle whispered. His voice had a wisp of melancholy and uncertainty. Hoping that you were fine with him giving into his desires for a moment. Of course, you were. You were doing everything it took not to melt him into nothing as your body started to heat up in embarrassment. Burying his doubts, you turn around in his embrace and cup his face with both your hands despite being flustered. There was no need for words between the two of you. All that was left were hidden feelings to be felt. And it was all washed away with relief as he kissed you for the first time.

“My apologies. You were just… simply irresistible.”

*Click* *Snap*

“This is like- sooo Magicam worthy! #Couplegoals!”

❝ 𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓪 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓻 ❞ ✧ ೃ༄

“Where the hell is he?!”

Scratching his head, Ruggie looked lost in Night Raven’s botanical garden. Sure, he had visited the garden multiple times, however, he had been here for quite a while. Struggling to find what he was looking for, or who he was looking for. “I’m sure he was here, he did inform me a while ago before class started.” You replied, pushing a few leaves aside as you helped Ruggie search for the missing royal. You and Leona were… a case yet to be solved. You see, when you first came to Twisted Wonderland, Leona was skeptical. Your scent was different from the others. He first thought that you were some type of fae just like Malleus, but the idea wasn’t enough for him to settle with. You were something more, something he couldn’t understand. Thus, staying away from you was the best option in his mind. While the others would praise you and flock to your energy, he would stay behind and scoff at them. He didn’t have the energy to deal with you. He’s got other things on his plate.

You, on the other hand, were intrigued. He obviously wasn’t like the rest and that made you want to know more about him. So, you followed him around like a second tail. Always seeking him out, curious as to why he would avoid you. You would continue your search for an answer by helping Ruggie bring him food. Even going as far as to help him in his studies despite his reluctance. Slowly, Leona would lower his guard down just a smidge. He would still question you and your advances, but he would never admit that your company would make his day a little more interesting.

As you continue to look for Leona, Ruggie has gone to the other side of the garden. He suggested that splitting up would make the search faster before the next class starts. Your starry eyes dart everywhere as you walk around. Suddenly, a loud yelp caught you off. Making you flinch and look down. “What the hell?! By the Sevens, Herbivore! Do the stars in your eyes make you blind or what?!” Leona growled, sitting up from the patch of grass he was lying on. Apparently, it looks like you’ve stepped on his tail by accident. “Oh! Oh no… I’m so sorry Leona! I swear it wasn’t my intention-” “Save it. What do you want from me? I’ve been hearing you scream and run around the place like an idiot.” He cut you off, questioning you with a groan.

Did he hear you all this time? If so, why didn’t he bother to respond? Sometimes you think about how insufferable the young royal is. You’ll never say that out loud though. He might throw you off a cliff back at Savanaclaw. He’s strong enough to do it with one hand if he wishes despite your stature. “M-Me and Ruggie were looking for you. He brought you lunch as you requested. I wanted to help him out because he looked stressed today.” You mumbled, shifting in place as Leona glared daggers at you. He was irritated. He really was, but he couldn’t help himself from caving in. You were annoying but cute. “Oh? Were you really? It seems that you’ve been using that damn excuse every time you want to see me.”

Ah… You’re on your own with this one, Prefect.

“N-No I… That’s not-” You gave out a little squeal as Leona yanked you towards him before you could complete your statement. Your head is now resting on his chest, as he reclines on the patch of grass. “Don’t test my patience, Herbivore. You’ve been taking a lot out of my naps, so you owe me.” Grumbling under his breath, he shifted and faced you. For the first time, he was able to take every part of you in. With your dark hair sparkling even under the shade and your glowing eyes, he kinda gets the appeal now. He tucked a strand behind your ear, observing you closely. Gliding his thumb across your soft lips.

“Y/n...”

“Yes, Leona?”

“You're starting to look a bug the more you stare at me with those big eyes of yours.”

“Excuse me?!”

While the two of you lay and joke around on the grass, Ruggie ends up munching on the sandwich that was meant for Leona while watching the scene in front of him. He had just found the two of you but decided that it would be best to keep some distance. Not only because Leona was enjoying himself for the first time in a long while, but it was also because he was feeling a bit petty towards the both of you. So what? You’re not gonna tell him that you found Leona already? Ruggie thought you were here to help him. Now, he thinks that it would be best for Leona to starve a little. He’s pretty sure that the lazy royal already had his fill by having you alone.

❝ 𝓐𝔃𝓾𝓵 𝓐𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓷𝓰𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓽𝓸 ❞ ✧ ೃ༄

“Ah! Miss Y/n! Such a delight to have you here at the lounge again.”

Greeting you with a bow, Azul delicately placed a chaste kiss on the back of your hand. You were a bit wary of Azul even after the fiasco you were dragged into by Ace and Deuce. Despite your adversity, the manager of Mostro Lounge would always make a statement with his “warm” welcomes. “ Come. Let us continue our meeting in my office.” Before you could protest, Azul swiftly whisked you away. His hand rests on the lower part of your back while the other holds yours. It was like he was waltzing you through the hallways. Despite the caveats that come when one interacts with him, he does have that charm. I mean, it does help with the business, right Prefect?

“There you go~ Is the seat to your liking? I was able to redecorate the place a few days ago. I made sure to choose something soft enough for your figure. It would be a shame to provide the bare minimum for such a being like you~” Azul muses as he circles the large desk he has after guiding you to your seat. “And what do you have up your sleeve this time, Ashengrotto? I’m assuming you didn’t call me for nothing, no?” You quirked a brow. It was unusual for the manager to waste the minutes that passed by. He would always make sure that business meetings would stay short and straight to the point. Time is money after all. Unless… this isn’t about business.

“Hmm? Is it strange for me to ask for your company without anything in return?” He hummed. His gaze was focused on the papers that he was signing, paying no mind to your reaction. Though, he would pay the Seven all of his money to give him an eternity for him to spend on you. “Yes, it is. The others would always tell me that you like things to be snappy, yeah?” Crossing your arms, you lean back and squint. His eyes shift to your celestial ones, narrowing as he smiles even more. He always thought of how funny it was that a small being like you could get all feisty. The contrast between your heavenly aura and tone of voice is what he loved about you ever since you two met. The moment made it seem like sparks were flying around him. Azul never would've realized how much he needed you if Jade hadn't pointed out how his habits have changed. He even wanted to present you with a contract, but ultimately, he decided against it.

"My dear… As much as I want to continue my teasing, I want you to know that I genuinely adore your presence. Albeit your wary behavior, I truly believe that I am the best version of myself whenever you're here." He sighed, leaning over his desk and resting his cheek on the palm of his hand. "Azul… you don't even know anything about me." "Then let me." He quickly responded, getting up from his seat. He made his way to you, offering his hand right after taking off his gloves. With hesitance, you placed your soft hands on his. It was warm, you thought. You realized that this was the first time Azul had shown a piece of his true self. His glasses no longer carry a glint of his sinister intentions like they used to. It was just Azul behind them.

"Let me know you. Let me know what you want—what you need. You have plagued my mind ever since we met and it hasn't gotten any easier for me. You keep me awake at night and bring my thoughts somewhere else during the day. What would it take for you to tell me what and who you are?" Azul breathed deeply, wishing that he wasn't so sensitive when it came to his feelings. He always wanted to pour his heart out, but he realized that you constantly avoided praise from your peers. He didn't want to drive you away any further. That would do no good to his heart.

He wraps an arm around your waist, bringing you closer to his body. Your plush figure was enough for him to feel a little lightheaded. You tried to think of an appropriate response while clinging to his suit. "Do you have any other meetings today? I'm afraid it would take a while for me to tell you my story." You fidget, earning a breathless chuckle from Azul. "There is nothing for you to worry about. You have me for the rest of the day~"

Rather, the rest of his life if the Seven would let him.

"Ah! There you are, Azul. We just saw the Prefect leave the lounge-" Jade stopped in his tracks with Floyd in tow. Both of the twins stare at their boss, a teasing grin slowly etched its way on both of their faces. "Hmm? What's the matter with you two? Wha- Hey! You better stop that Floyd or else I'll cut off this week's pay!" Floyd giggled in response. "You got something on your cheek there, boss!" He continued to smush Azul's face to get a closer look. Azul groaned in disdain, trying to pry the twin's hands off. "I was about to ask you if everything had gone smoothly, but it seems that you have already answered my question." Jade teased, covering up his grin. "What- Arg! What do you mean?!"

Turns out, you wore some tinted lip gloss and it left quite an impression on Azul.

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beyondthevisiblebackground · 12 days

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God, created the universe. With His voice He created all that exists: the birds of the sky, the beasts of the earth, the sea creatures, the flowers, the trees, the fruits, the stars and... human beings.

Absolutely everything was made by Him. Being the Creator, He had a specific purpose in everything He made. We can see that everything was created in order, for a certain reason, and in a perfect way, everything is good in a great way.

Dios, creó el universo. Con Su voz creó todo lo que existe: las aves del cielo, las bestias de la tierra, las criaturas marinas, las flores, los árboles, las frutas, las estrellas y... Los seres humanos.

Absolutamente todo fue hecho por Él. Tuvo un propósito específico en cada cosa que hizo. Podemos ver que todo fue creado en orden, por una razón determinada, y de una manera perfecta, todo es bueno en gran manera.

One of the biggest drawbacks in life is that we grow up with the idea of discovering who we are based on the standards society has given us. A society is based on the standards and norms we have created for ourselves to live by. For a long time, society has told us what is acceptable to them and what is not. It has given us standards of beauty, success and perfection, manipulating in this way, the genuine purpose of our life. Trying to take man away from the Creator to invite us to "discover" life as if there was not someone superior who put us in this place.

Society has been a toy that the enemy of our souls has used to confuse and distract us from the Truth.

It's necessary to understand that just like fashion, politics and conflicts in the world, society is changing and adapting, it is in constant movement but has no stability because it is dependent on the human beings that make it up. Under these terms we will never understand our identity.

Society is something created by man but it is not what created man. So why do we give it the power to tell us who we are?

Uno de los mayores inconvenientes en la vida, es que crecemos con la idea de descubrir quiénes somos basados en los estándares que nos ha dado la sociedad. Una sociedad se basa en los estándares y normas que hemos creado para vivir. Durante mucho tiempo, la sociedad nos ha dicho lo que para ellos es aceptable y lo que no. Nos ha dado estándares de belleza, éxito y perfección, manipulando de ésta manera el propósito genuino de nuestra vida. Tratando de alejar al hombre del Creador para invitarnos a "descubrir" la vida tal como si no hubiera alguien superior que nos puso en éste lugar.

La sociedad ha sido un juguete que el enemigo de nuestras almas ha utilizado para confundirnos y distraernos de la Verdad.

Es necesario entender que al igual que la moda, la política y los conflictos en el mundo, la sociedad va cambiando y adaptándose, está en constante movimiento pero no tiene estabilidad porque es dependiente de los seres humanos que la conforman. Bajos esos términos jamás entenderemos nuestra identidad.

La sociedad es algo creado por el hombre pero no es lo que creó al hombre. Entonces, ¿Por qué le damos el poder para decirnos quiénes somos?

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fandhate · 9 months

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Is there anyone else here?

I don't understand the sudden hatred for zorobin in the past couple years. When I came to Tumblr in 2010s zorobin is thriving and nobody judge you whatever ship you ship. But now why is it suddenly a problem if I ship zorobin? I ship them because they are hot and beautiful. They make a good looking pairing. Got a problem with that?

Twitter isn't exactly a safe place neither is Tumblr lol. Because all the unrelated posts about zorobin apparently floods the god damn tag. Even the hate post too.

ZS kebanyakan jadi ngeship FB gara-gara gak suka kalau character cewek yang paling sering diship sama zoro itu robin. Sama juga polanya kaya LN yang kebanyakan dari ZS juga. Mending kalau cuma ship tanpa ngejelekin. Seringnya mereka ngeyel juga.

#zorobin #zoro x robin #Robin x zoro

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twigg96 · 9 months

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On my hands and knees crying and begging you to do Charles for the fluffy alphabet thing (if you feel like it, of course!)

Omg @hopeandmanymilestogo yes of course I'll do the fluffy alphabet for Charles!! 💕💕If anyone else would like to choose another letter or character the Fluffy Alphabet is here!!

A - Attractive (what about their partner do they like most?)

Charles finds strong independent human beings to be the sexiest people in the entire fucking world. They can balance a fucking checkbook by themselves? Instant hard on. No but seriously. He really loves when he doesn't need to worry about his partner's well being while he's working. Boy already has five whole adult man children to take care of and raise, he literally can not take on the responsibilities of another human right now. So if his partner is stable in their career, financially stable enough to handle themselves and not asking him for money he's literally turned on by them all the time.

B - Banter (How do they tease each other? Is it always friendly/flirtatious or does it turn nasty?)

While Charlie isn't usually one for teasing or witty banter he will occasionally pick on his partner whenever he's feeling especially in high spirits, or whenever he is wanting some alone time with his partner. He doesn't particularly mind if his partner teases him. As a matter of fact he kind of prefers it. It feels natural, maybe it's from the years of being pushed around and called names from Dethklok, but no one can say Charles doesn't love a dominant partner.

C - Cute (Cuddles, Handholding, Sweet Touches, Caresses, Sneaky Moves)

Charlie is not a man of PDA at all. He believes that it is dangerous in his profession and in reality it truly could be for his partner if the wrong people wanted to use them against him. He is a very powerful man after all. However that does not mean that he will never sneak his pinky around his lover's own when he meets them at the bar of a large social event he curated for Dethklok. That doesn't mean he wouldn't wrap his arm around their waist when he was certain it was only them and the boys left over after the party was over. That certainly doesn't mean that in the privacy of his office or home he wouldn't touch his partner so sweetly that it left goosebumps running down their spines. And that certainly doesn't mean that he wouldn't risk the occasional ass pinch around the boys on nights when they're all getting fucking sloppy.

D - Dates (What kind of dates do they like to take their partners on? Are they creative with their date ideas?)

Charles has learned over the years that IHOP and Denny's are not the most ideal places for repeat dates. Even when they are open almost around the clock and offer a wide array of food. So... he has delegated the date idea job to his partner for the most part. It's not that he never tried. He just always became too busy with work to make long standing plans or put elaborate dates into action, which isn't to say that he never did. It was simply rare, on special dates, Valentine's day and Anniversaries that he planned extravagant venues and dinners. So normal weekly dates sere left to his partner to choose how they spent their time, which always seemed to work for the two of them.

E - Eat (Do they have similar tastes in food or do they share food at the dinner table? I. E. Swapping the tomatoes on the burger for the pickles on their partner’s chicken sandwich)

This boy has a very refined pallet. That however does not mean that he will not eat whatever is on his plate. He has spent years with the pickiest band on the face of the earth. His plate was always the scap plate for the bits that Dethklok refused to eat. A stray pickle here, a tomato there, chicken skin here, greens on the corner. His plate was always overflowing. Charles ate whatever he was given with a sour face. He actually FUCKING DESPISED PICKLED FOOD. All of it. Sour kraut, pickles, pickled eggs, kimchi, Mostarda, all of it. He hated the taste of vinegar and fermentation. He would always give his partner his pickled foods if they wanted it but he fucking loved fresh cut tomatoes and would happily trade for any tomatoes on their plate.

F - Fire (What drives them the most in the relationship?)

Charles' motivation in the relationship is to protect them from the horrors of the world as long as he possibly can by doing whatever it possibly takes. Even if that means leaving them for an extended period time to keep them safe.

G - Generosity (How do they show their partner they care?)

For the first part of the relationship, Charles gifted his partner lavish gifts believing that physical affection was the only affection that would matter in the end. However as time went on he stopped buying the gifts and started making more time for them. Spending time in their shared bed for them time. Even if it wasn't physical actives they shared in and instead they just talked about life, work, or stress. He showed he was there. That he cared for them more than just a text.

H - Hot Head (Are they quick to anger? Are they spiteful in a fight? Will they say things they don’t mean just to piss their partner off? Or are they easy going?)

It takes a hell of a lot to piss Charlie off. But when he gets there he goes the fuck off. Charles bottles up so much that it just gets to a point where he can't hold it in anymore. And while he absolutely will spout off some shit he doesn't mean screaming the meanest and nastiest shit anyone can imagine. He never intends to hurt anyone with his words. After a few days of cooling down he will always apologize but fights like this always shake the relationship and make his partner question things.

I - Interest (What are some of the interests they may share?)

While Charles and his partner met at an opera Charles was more of a Broadway musical man himself. He loved to watch the performances and choreography intermingle to tell a story.

Surprisingly enough, Charles loved to go to sports games. ANY. It was a great way for him to expel some of his pent up emotions.

He also is extremely artistic and loves to make pottery. (Ghost style of course).

J- Jealousy (Are they the Jealous type? How would they act if they were?)

Charles doesn't get jealous (now) because he is extremely secure in his relationship. When it first started however he refused to bring his partner anywhere near Dethklok for five reasons. Nathan, Pickles, Toki, William, and especially Skwisgaar. He believed full heartedly they would be swept away by the charm of fame (or Skwisgaar's sexual prowess) and leave him in an instant. He never specifically told them what to do however he did manipulate them into believing that Dethklok were the worst type of humans and outed them for all their worst behavior.

K- Kids (Do they want kids?)

No. Not at all. He has five adopted man sons he couldn't possibly imagine himself having actual babies and children especially when he knew his man children would have a whole fit believing he was replacing them in his heart... he just couldn't handle that.

L - Likes (Favorite things about relationship and partner)

If he's being incredibly honest with himself, he finds being in a relationship incredibly convenient. He doesn't need to explain to anyone why he's single at his age anymore. He doesn't need to sit alone at a two person booth anymore. Most importantly... he doesn't feel so incredibly lonely all of the time anymore. He was surrounded by an all encompassing loneliness that wouldn't leave before. One that he couldn't explain. With his partner by his side he doesn't feel that anymore.

M- Marriage (Are they interested in getting married at all?)

Yes. Charles started looking at acceptable rings several months into their relationship. He doesn't plan on asking until their both completely ready mentally and stable in their relationship. He also needs to make sure the world doesn't end so it may be a while.

N- No (Pet Peeves in a relationship)

Charles hates when his partner is ultra clingy or needy. He likes it as a bit or sex thing maybe but he can't stand if his partner needs constant attention. He has a job that needs his attention round the clock, Dethklok that are like three year olds, and the world to think about and save meaning his mind is always preoccupied on staying one step ahead on evil. He literally has no brain space left for an over clingy or needy partner. He needs some TLC himself.

O - Orange (What color reminds them of their partner?)

Blue or Green. The colors of nature he finds his partner calming and reassuring in the best of times. He loves to be around the mas they recharge his energy and make him smile.

P - Proposal (How would they or how did they propose?)

Charles would set up an elaborate date for his partner. He'd claim that it was for a special event. He'd rent out the entire venue and hire private staff that all signed NDAs. In the evening the two would eat under the stars and twinkling fairylights Toki was kind enough to provide for the event, promising Charles they would make the moment all the more romantic. Kneeling on one knee as the boys asll brought out desert out on a silver plater, the ring embellishing the cake he would ask the question everyone has been waiting years to hear from him. "Will you marry me?"

Q - Queen (King) (What traits makes them a KING or a QUEEN?)

Charles always holds the door for his partner. He always waits until their in the car and has their seat belt on before he drives anywhere. He does all the chores at home. Anytime it's just him and the boys he will always brag about his partner, he just can't stop himself. His password on his personal phone is always available to his S/O so they can access it if they need. He never cares if they read his messages or emails. He only cares if they answer calls only because they may talk to someone in the press by accident or someone wanting to hurt them. He sends security details out with them everywhere they go when he's out of town. But most importantly, he messages to let them know he got places safe.

R - Rain (What was the most romantic gesture they have ever done for their partner?)

You'd think that the most romantic gestures Charles makes towards his partner would be have to be in one of his grand dates or a glittering gift he bought... but you'd be wrong. Charles is the most romantic in the tiniest of his actions. When he tries the least and he's thinking about it the least. On those days when it suddenly begins to rain without warning, and he offers his umbrella to his partner without a single "I told you so." Letting his own suite get wet all in the name of keeping them dry and warm. On those chilly late early fall nights when the temperature suddenly cools off and leaves his partner shivering and rubbing their arms. He offers his jacket without a second thought. When he comes into the bedroom with their coffee made just the way they like it. When he reminds them of that One Thing they needed at the grocery store or to grab that One Thing before they leave for a party hours after his partner asked him to remind him. When he stares at them like he just realized that all the stars in the sky were his to hold and he whispers "God, you look amazing tonight."

S- Smooches (Who gave the first kiss? When do they kiss their partner? How often do they kiss their partner?)

I full heartedly believe that Charles made the first move and was the first to kiss them.

He never saw the relationship going so far or saw himself loving someone as much as he loved his partner but as the relationship progressed the kisses turned from heated desperate needy sex kisses to slow passionate ones that honestly frightened him with how deeply he loved his partner. Over time he pulled away slightly. He kissed them only slightly. Pecks on the lips and cheek to try and drive home that he still cared but couldn't be that person they needed. But once they had a proper talk about things, and the dynamics of the relationship. Charles found himself kissing his partner in all sorts of ways.

Charles kisses his partner Good Morning each morning they spend the night together. He tries his hardest to wait for them to finish their routine to drive with his partner to work and kiss them Good Bye there but if duty calls and he has to leave early he always makes sure to kiss them before he leaves. If work runs late and he gets home after his partner has gone to sleep he always gives them a kiss on the head Good Night but he tries to be home in time for dinner and a real kiss. Sometimes if he's lucky and his partner is feeling frisky he gets held up in the morning or stays up late with his partner's kisses... But that's not every day.

T - Travel (Do they like to travel with their partner? Where do they dream of traveling to?)

Charles travels all over the place all the time for work. So his dream vacation with his partner is a staycation. However, Out of all the places he's ever gone he never went just to sight see. If his partner ever made the argument that he could just go to relax... he might. It all depends on where and for how long. Charles gets anxious when away from work for too long and worries about seeing important political figures while on vacation and getting dragged into work without wanting to.

U- Universal (How Public are they with their affection? Are they very open with PDA? Do they brag about their partner?)

Being CFO of Dethklok is dangerous work... Charles would make it VERY clear that it is not a problem with his partner and in another world he would show them off proudly. But in the reality they live in it is too dangerous for him to have them on his arm at galas and in magazine photos. People could use the information of their relationship against him and use his partner as ransom for information about Dethklok or money. It wasn't worth that risk. In the privacy of their own home and around the boys (Once Nathan walked in on them however) they were very open. Charles hugged, kissed, and held his partner's waist whenever he wanted without fear.

Funnily enough however... Charles can not shut his mouth about his partner. He tells Nathan how amazing they are, how cute they are, what they did that morning, and how much he loves them almost every day during their meetings. It's like word vomit. He can't stop himself sometimes. He knows it's gross lovie dovie stuff but it feels so good. One time he caught himself telling a gear about his partner on the way to a summit meeting and had to have them sign a binding NDA. He even outed himself to a reporter by telling them about the hickie he had on his neck was from his long time partner but was whisked away by some loyal gears before he could pour his heart out.

V- Valentines (First holiday together. How did they prepare? How did they celebrate?)

This man was never good with celebrations or holidays... doesn't help that he's not exactly religious and doesn't celebrate most holidays to begin with. So when his partner brings him a little trinket on odd August day with a bright beaming smile it suddenly got his mind reeling. Did he miss something?! Was it their birthday? Was it his? When was Easter? He decided to make it up to them the next holiday for sure!

So when Halloween rolled around Charles was READY! He bought costumes for both him and his partner to wear, decked the appartment out in halloween decorations, bought candy and chips, made caramel apples and dip, bought a plastic jack-o-lantern (because he'd be damned if he touched pumpkin guts), got booze, and asked the boys to dress in silly outfits they bought and come to their little party. Charles dressed as a vampire flowing black cape, stick in fangs, fake blood and all. Murderface, Nathan, and Pickles all showed up as various members of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles looking disgruntled over at Skwisgaar who looked mildly annoyed in his white rabbit costume and Toki who looked all too comfortable in his sexy Alice costume. When Charles' partner returned home from work to the surprise party they broke into a fit of giggles in Charles' arms before running to get changed. It has since become a tradition to hold a private Halloween party since.

W- Wicked (What do they do that purposely pushes their partner's buttons?)

"Ummm... Actually-" Charles will "correct" his partner on little things they say or do in an fake annoying voice until they beg him to stop. Most of the time he's emulating Karen's he has heard in the wild while working and makes sure that his partner is aware of this fact. He never means it in a mean way its all playful.

Talking to himself- Charles spends a God Awful amount of time alone in his office with no one to entertain him but himself. Often time he finds a good playlist to listen to and gets his work done. But sometimes he gets his paperwork done early and just waits in his office for something to happen or work feels so heavy it's hard to get started. So, in order to get started or keep going he talks to inanimate objects or even just the air to entertain himself. This quirkiness bleeds into his everyday life with his partner. One time they found him talking to the house plant that they kept as decoration next to the table. "Well... do you have anything to say for yourself?" He grumbled. They asked who he was talking to and he angrily pointed to the dead leaf on the floor with a small grumble. "Kevin is shedding on the floor!" His partner just blinked and walked away.

Over Cleanliness- Living near Dethklok has taught him a lot about the human condition. He knows he never wants to live in a condition that is sticky or grimy and he lets his partner know that. He took over the chores at the house to ensure the best chance however, on bad days he will have anxiety attacks about having a dirty space.

Communication is Lacking - Due to his line of work there are a lot of NDAs and confidential things Charles has to keep to himself. If he has to leave suddenly for a confidential reason his partner will and has received a phone call that simply stated "He left at X time. You will be notified upon return." This never used to other his partner as much until the day they received the call that he "died" and another months later that he was actually alive. Their trust in him wavered so much then that they had to get counseling from Twinkletits at that point.

Explosive Emotions - Charles is the front of a lot of shit at work. He carries a lot home with him. He bottles a lot up for the sake of confidentiality and for the sake of his image. So there are times he tends to blow things out of proportion, or go off with out meaning to because he couldn't bottle any more. He needs a lot of TLC.

X- Xylophone (What song fits the relationship?)

Leather and Lace by Stevie Nicks and Don Henley

Y- Yearning (When do they miss their partner the most? What do they do to placate themselves in the mean time?)

Charles misses his partner the most while he is at work in his down time when his mind is free. If he's busy he still misses and yearns for them but it's not as much of a burning desire for them so he tries to busy himself so the time slips away faster.

Z- Zipper (Do they let their partner pick their outfits?)

YES. Charles has a horrible fashion sense LOL. Some believe it's because he's color blind. And that has some validity to it as he was diagnosed when he was little with a mild case of it but believed it would get better with age. He used to wear mismatched socks, God Awful suite and tie combos and brown and black shoe combos. Now his partner lays his outfits out for him at night so he doesn't have to choose.

These were so fun!!! I think I may just do the Sexy Alphabet in a few days after doing some more of these XD @ir0n-moon

#thank you so much for the ask!!#fluffy alphabet #metalocalypse headcanons #imagine metalocalypse #metalocalypse #dethklok #charles offdensen #charles foster ofdensen

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mus4ro0m · 9 months

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Sebastian: *coming around, he groaned at the pain coming back sering though his head. Placing a hand on his head he felt somthing warm and sticky pulling it away revealed blood* what...

Solomon: *Pointing his wand at Sebastian* Stay down Sebastian! *He snarled, his face contorted with malaise*

Sebastian: *looking up at his uncle in confusion, pain radiating through his body as a quick shot of Magic hit him*

Solomon: Don't move...! *he spoke dangerously, ready to shoot another spell if he needed to*

Sebastian: *He flinched at Solomon's tone, he knew that tone all to well shivering at the thought*

*He suddenly remembered, the relic, the inferi, Ominis, MC. Where were his friends? He craned his neck to the side desperately trying to scan the room for them.*

Solomon: *He kept his eyes locked onto Sebastian, he needed to make sure he didn't try anything* I should kill you...

Sebastian: *His eyes fell on two slumped figure on the floor, he strained trying to focus. Blond hair, slithern green uniform, Ominis. The other obscured by Ominis body but he could tell that it was MC.

His eyes darkened, he felt rage unlike anything he had ever felt, his best friends were hurt possible even dead and it was all Solomon's doing*

Sebastian: What have you done?! *He roared, his eyes dark, glaring, he bawled up his fist, gripping wand he pointed quickly at his uncle*

Solomon: I've just about had enough of you! *He grounded himself, readying his wand pointing it at Sebastian* AVAD-

petrificus totalus!

*Before Solomon could finish speaking the unforgivable words he stiffened up, falling to the floor, reveling the culprit*

Sebastian: Anne?!

#hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt #hogwarts legacy drabbles #sebastian sallow #solomon sallow #hogwarts legacy mc

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princessphilly · 2 years

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Call Me Jake Part 2

CW: adult language, PTSD, character using derogatory language towards herself that can be triggering to differently abled people, references to kinky shit

WC: 3226

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Jake always knew he was the golden child. It wasn’t necessarily fair but that was how it was. He was the apple of his ma’s eye, pa’s favorite, even his older sisters all adored him. Ma claimed he came out of the womb charming and with a wink that had the nurses all swoon. But Jake’s favorite person was Gramps Seresin.

Gramps had earned a Purple Heart and a Distinguished Flying Cross in World War II. But Gramps always said he did his duty with a twinkle in his eye. Much different than Pa who bragged about how many commies he shot down in Vietnam whenever he got a chance. Jake noticed that Gramps always looked tense when Pa got drinking and started bragging.

“Jake, my boy, war is serious business. Taking life isn’t easy and is nothing to brag about. The most important thing I am proud about is as Commander, my whole team made it home after serving in the Pacific. Duty and Honor, that’s what matters the most, Jake,” Gramps had said while Pa was bragging to his friends.

Even though Jake was cocky, arrogant, and very sure of his skills as he made it through Annapolis, Flight School, SERE, and Top Gun, he kept those words from Gramps in his mind. After going through air strikes in Afghanistan and Iraq, he wouldn’t now, not with Maverick and Rooster still there-

Jake sighed as he sat up in bed, the sheet falling down to his waist. The nightmare was back again. It only happened occasionally now but when it did, it was with a vengeance.

The nightmare was always the same: Admiral Simpson didn’t give the okay, Jake flew off anyway, but he didn’t make it in time. The enemy got Mav and Bradshaw and Jake watched them die before the enemy took advantage of his indecision to take him out too.

Reality was much different but there was always that what if lurking in his mind, ready to torture him at night.

Groaning, Jake got up, opening his blinds. It was a new day and he had a bunch of Fucking New Guys (FNGs) to corral on this shore tour at NAS North Island. For some reason, Cyclone thought he would be a good mentor to some newly winged lieutenant junior grades before they joined their squadrons. Not that he cared; Jake had a plan for his future and stuff like this was part of it as he made his way up to lieutenant commander, commander, to one day being Admiral Seresin, air boss and future Fleet Commander.

Pulling on a pair of shorts, Jake made his way to the bathroom so he could take a leak. Right after he washed his hands, there were several knocks on his door. “Fuck off,” Jake yelled.

“Can’t, you fucking douchebag,” was the answer. Jake shook his head before brushing his teeth, making the person wait. After several minutes, he strolled through his apartment to the front door.

“Bradshaw, as I live and breathe. Why the hell are you at my front door?”

Rooster snickered. “I was checking to see if Dot was here, Hangman. You two got kinda hot and heavy the last several nights.”

Jake gritted his teeth. So, he had put the moves on the only person to beat him at pool at The Hard Deck. She flirted back but in un-Hangman-like fashion, he didn’t seal the deal that night or the other night. “Actually, she’s not here. Why?”

Rooster furrowed his eyebrows, suddenly feeling concerned. “I hadn’t heard from her since Wednesday.”

Jake’s expression went from mocking to concerned. That was about three nights ago. “I’m sorry, but I haven’t talked to her, Rooster, not since she turned me down and got in her car.”

“At least you saw her get in her car. Alright, I gotta go.”

Curious, Jake wanted to know where Rooster was going because he was feeling worried himself. He didn’t even really know the damn woman, he didn’t know why rooster came to his place, but fuck, he cared.

Slamming his door closed, Jake’s ambivalent mood turned sour. Dorothy Kazansky was hot, she had a mouth filthier than the average aviator, and legs that went on forever. Also, every time he flirted with her, the glares from Mav and any other old timers there were worth it. Plus, that ass would look amazing bent over for him to spank and bite.

Brewing himself some coffee with a stove top percolator, Jake went to his fridge to take out breakfast. This week, it was protein overnight oats with chia and flax seeds for breakfast, quick and easy. Grabbing a spoon, Jake took a bite while waiting for his coffee to finish brewing. It seemed like Dot was probably more trouble than she was worth but Jake had enough experience to tell when someone had sub tendencies. Dot definitely had sub tendencies and Jake wasn’t above teasing her to poke at them. Grinning to himself, Jake decided that he would stop flirting with her to get her in bed for now. But the entertainment that came from teasing and flirting with her wasn’t worth giving up, yet.

****

Some nights were better than others. Some days were worse than others.

Dorothy sat up in her bed, rubbing her eyes. The past two days had been hell on earth. Her head hurt, her body hurt, but worst was the phantom pain from her right leg.

Dorothy’s right leg shouldn’t hurt, it was a complete prosthetic leg below her knee. But whenever the nightmares about the crash returned, the phantom pain came back with a vengeance. It was so bad, it hurt to move.

The pills were looking at her from her vanity, mocking her. Percs 10, enough to kill the throb, make it go away, but also make her feel like a zombie. It would make all the pain go away, including the grief for Dad, her career, everything. It had been two years since Dad passed away but whenever the pain was this bad, Dorothy felt fresh new waves of grief. The last time she saw Dad, she was at NMCSD after being transferred from Walter Reed. Dad saw his only daughter crippled in her bed, right leg gone under her knee.

Dad had written her letters and sent her texts, telling his Dot that she was going to be fine. But Dorothy didn’t feel fine, she felt horrible and she was ready to leave home again. Then an image of a sun kissed man with sea green eyes filled her mind and Dorothy cursed, “Fuck.”

Hangman Seresin was going to be a fucking problem.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck.”

Dorothy was out of water too. Grumbling, she finally got herself out of bed. Unfortunately, water was a necessity. Grabbing a bottle of water, Dorothy chugged it before grabbing an energy bar. Biting it, she dropped it as she heard footsteps outside her room. They were faint but getting stronger and Dorothy thought of her options as she clocked her potential weapons next to the bed. Then the door was flung open and Rooster came in.

“Good, you’re alive.”

Dot pulled a hand over her face as Rooster flicked on the light. “What the fuck, Bradley?”

Rooster moved quickly to Dorothy, pulling her in his arms for a quick hug before letting her go. Then he pulled the chair from her vanity and sat down. Dorothy sat back on her bed and looked at Bradley expectantly.

“You went incommunicado for long enough that we got worried. Be happy it’s me and not Mav or your mom.”

Dorothy bit back what she was going to say. Rooster was right; she didn’t want her mom or uncle Mav to see her like this. Instead she watched as Rooster grabbed a bottle of water and one of the pill bottles on her vanity table. Then he came over to her bed and sat on it. “Here Dot, it’s a Perc 5. You need it, I can see how much you’re in pain, princess.”

“Fuck you,” Dorothy grumbled as she took the pill and the water from Rooster. Swallowing the pill, she downed half of the bottle of water as well.

Dorothy felt a sense of shame as she fell back against her pillows. Before the crash, she had her life together, as an Air Force officer and with the help of Kevin. Now, she was a hot mess and if Kevin was here, he would be completely disappointed in her. So disappointed that the punishment would be straight up punishment, not funishment.

“You know, Dot, you’re miserable. You gotta stop beating yourself up and making yourself miserable for what happened,” Rooster started.

“That’s easy for you to say—”

“Dorothy, Kevin left me a letter that explained somethings that went on between you two that he told me to open a year after he passed.”

Rooster felt extremely weirded out; Dot was basically family, like a little cousin. The letter from Kevin basically said that he and Dot were in a consensual dom/sub relationship and that if Dot was still spiraling a year after he passed, Rooster should encourage Dot to join a kink community and possibly find someone to replace Kevin.

Rooster really had no idea what it all meant but given how Dot was starting to withdraw more often, he decided it was time to say something.

Staring at the ceiling, Dorothy bit her lip. “Kevin did tell me in his last letter to me, that I had a year to mourn before he would start to get me together.”

Bitterly laughing, Dorothy turned her head to look at Rooster. He wouldn’t understand, none of them really did; the only people she told were her parents. Kevin was a fellow officer; they had met the first time Dorothy was sent to Afghanistan. Within a week, they knew they were meant for each other. After a year, they went from a vanilla relationship to a BDSM one with power exchange. It was bedroom/home only but it gave the reckless Dorothy the structure she loved and gave Kevin someone to take care of. Then the crash happened and Dorothy was honorably discharged from the Air Force.

Kevin stayed in the Air Force but he got shot while on leave. Exactly thirteen months ago today, he passed away. Dorothy looked at the date on her watch and she sucked in a breath.

Rooster gave Dorothy a hug. “Remember, we are here for you, Dot.”

****

If you had asked Jake a week ago if he would have enjoyed dealing with a bunch of FNGs, he would have laughed in your face.

Becoming an instructor at a Fleet Replacement Squadron (FRS) during this shore duty hadn’t been part of his plans. Jake was still assigned to VFA-151 but on loan to the Dagger Squadron out of San Diego. But they had just finished their latest classified mission and most of the other members had rejoined their previous squadrons. So far, it was just Jake, Rooster, Omaha, Payback, and Halo still left.

VFA-151 was not up for deployment for at least another year and Jake was in no rush to go back to Lemoore. So getting his flight hours with boys who were set to go to VFA-154 and 192 was worth it for him. Now, the workday was over and he was headed to market because his ma had raised a man who could get himself his own groceries. Then he was going to something called a munch.

Jake hadn’t even planned to mention anything about looking for something more permanent to Coyote. He was Hangman; women were never an issue. Shit, the boys in Lemoore were glad he was still in San Diego. Better chances for all of them. But it had come up while Coyote came over for beers before flying back to Oceana.

”So, do you think you’d have a problem if I got back with Phoenix,” Coyote asked while staring out into the San Diego night.

Hangman snorted. So he had messed around with Phoenix a couple of times and so had Coyote. It hadn’t taken long for Hangman to realize that two dominant people like him and Phoenix couldn’t coexist in anything outside of a platonic relationship. Part of him was surprised that Coyote was talking about getting back with Phoenix but Hangman wasn’t going to judge. “No issue at all. She’s not my type either.”

“Please tell me you’re not saying she’s hot-“

“Phoenix is a smokeshow but I like my women submissive and willing to do whatever I want them to do.”

“Ohhhhhhhh.”

There had been a companionable silence before Coyote finally said, “You know, Hangman, you can try something like a munch to meet someone willing to do that for you. That’s how I ran into Phoenix.”

“Oh wow… okay, I had questions but they are now answered, Yote. But what is this?”

Now, Jake was headed to one later, in civilian mode. DADT had been repealed but this was still something he had to be very careful about. But if it was a bunch of bronies and neckbeards, Jake was going to leave immediately and take all of Coyote’s money at pool for the next year.

After changing into a black tee, some jeans, and flip flops, Jake got into his truck and made his way there. It actually wasn’t bad; there were a couple of neckbeards but it was mostly people his age who lived in the area. There were a couple of people Jake knew from base but they all politely ignored each other. It was easy as Jake used his middle name, Chandler; easy to remember but still not his first name or call sign.

However, Jake found his composure shaken when Dorothy walked in. She wasn’t new to this as a bunch of people yelled hi.

“Ohhh, you need to meet Snow White,” the woman to Jake’s left said. He already forgot her name but she had sweet brown eyes. “Snow White hasn’t been around in a while but I have a feeling you two are in similar fields.”

Jake wasn’t paying attention as he watched Dorothy greet everyone else. She hadn’t even realized he was there until the woman called, “Hello Snow White! Over here!”

Dorothy turned around, her eyes blinking in surprise as she recognized Jake. But the woman bounded up to her and gave her a hug. Jake slowly smirked as he realized that Dorothy was Snow White. This night was definitely looking up.

****

Rooster had told Dorothy to tell him no details when she told him she was going out to a kink community event but she felt like he would want to know how this happened. Hangman was sitting next to her and she wanted to snuggle into his heat. But then, Rooster would probably want to haul her back into the house.

Uncle Mav had told her that Hangman got around when he found out that she had been flirting with him. Her mom had helpfully said that Hangman was a younger version of Mav which had made everyone laugh at Sunday dinner last week. Dorothy was far from a virgin but she had needs and she didn’t think the cocky asshole could meet them. Then tonight happened and she was thrown for a loop. She had found Hangman very attractive that first time she played pool with him, but now, she wouldn’t say no if he asked if he could come over.

The munch was coming to a close and Dorothy reluctantly stood up. It felt good to be out and about again but the real world was calling. “It’s good to see everyone again,” she called out as she got ready to give out hugs.

“Snow White, wait for me,” Jake drawled. The slight Texas drawl to his voice definitely had an affect on some of the other people there, to Dorothy’s annoyance. But she just nodded as she finished giving hugs and saying goodbyes.

After finishing, Dorothy turned to Jake, motioning for him to follow her outside. Once outside and over by her car, Dorothy sighed. “You’re the last person I thought I would see here, Hangman.”

“I’d say the same except everyone knows you. But I’m new to this.”

Playing with her keys, Dorothy paused for a second. “New to this?”

“New to actually coming out in public. But to this… no. Just the longest I’ve been stateside.”

Jake closed his mouth as he realized he was starting to ramble. Steeling himself, he moved closer to Dorothy to where they were close but not touching. “Not going to press you but the last time we were at the Hard Deck, you said you’d think about letting me take you out. I know it was a joke but I want you to honestly think about it.”

“Why should I think about it,” Dorothy questioned as she put her hands between herself and Hangman. His cologne smelled so good and the whole vibes, this was so fucking different than pool at a Navy bar. Maybe it was pheromones from something else, something unexplained going on. But Dorothy looked up into Jake’s eyes and those green eyes were like emerald fire.

“I may not have done anything in public before but I can tell there is a good girl inside you looking for someone to tell her what she needs to do.”

Jake brushed a hand over Dorothy’s hair before leaning closer. “When you’re ready, you know where you can find me.”

Straightening up, Jake smirked as Dorothy took in several deep breaths. “Whatever,” she finally muttered before she opened her driver’s side door.

“Get home safe,” Jake instructed before Dorothy gave him the finger. Chuckling to himself, he made his way to his Ford F-150.

****

A week passed since the last time he saw Dorothy. Hangman from a couple of weeks ago would have cut his losses. Jake, however, was willing to wait a bit longer. According to Rooster, Dorothy had VA appointments and other shit that was just a bit more important than him. But Jake was very close to becoming impatient. Then the doors to The Hard Deck opened and it was Dorothy in a pair of sinfully tight blue jeans and a pink tee shirt. Licking his lips, Jake put a toothpick in his mouth as he watched Dorothy make her way over to him.

“Hi darlin’.”

Dorothy rolled her eyes as Hangman checked her out. He looked absolutely delicious in his summer whites, a marked difference from the usual service khakis they wore. Then he stood in front of her, sunglasses hooked on his shirt, pool cue in hand. “Missed you yesterday.”

“I had something more important to do than hangout here,” Dorothy teased. It was true, she had her therapy appointment and it had gone well.

Jake smirked, his green eyes twinkling. “Something more important than me? Sugar, you just hurt my feelins’”

“So dramatic, Hangman. Anyway, I thought about your offer.”

“Ohhh?”

It was just one word but there was a lot of meaning in it. Dorothy bit her lip, noticing how Hangman’s eyes followed her action. Moving closer to him, she whispered in his ear, “Pick me up Saturday at 6 and you’ll know my full answer.”

#hangman top gun #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin #jake seresin x oc #hangman x oc #jake hangman seresin x oc #ptsd #living with ptsd #top gun maverick #top gun maverick fic #top gun fics #hangman x kazansky oc #jake seresin x kazansky oc #future kink #future smut #future filthy smut #tiny bit of fluff

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I'm so sorry Hunter + Basilisk! reader

You never had a great relationship with Hunter. And it's obvious to see why. He and his "uncle" weren't kind to you and your species. By not kind I mean they brought basilisk back just to experiment on them. So your relationship was less than ideal. But you had shared friends, but they knew of the tense energy between you two. So it was easy to ignore him.

Once you guys were forced to live together in the human realm it was less easy. But besides a few awkward exchanges, you were still avoiding each other to the best of your abilities. And life went like that for a while. But then Luz defeated Belos. Which shouldn't have changed much. But at the same time, he was both of your tormenters.

Everyone decided to throw a party at The Owl House. It was more of a small "we did it!" party. It was overall chill. Which was needed. But you both could feel everyone's eyes on you. No one was going to ask about it but people wanted your opinions on Belos. It was getting overwhelming and you needed to go inside. "I'm going to go to the bathroom for a moment. Okay bye!" You ran inside and up into Luz's room. It was a nice quiet place. You couldn't feel people's eyes on you.

You were up in Luz's room for ten minutes before you heard the door open downstairs. Right. You were too busy basking in the sereness of being away from the party. That you forgot that the party's not over. You heard another series of knocks. Followed by Hunter's voice "Y/n are you here?" It called out. Shit. You decided not to say anything, hopefully, he would just leave. But instead, he came through Luz's door. "Y/n! Luz told me to look for you, she was getting worried." You simply glared at him.

He inhaled, "Can we talk things out?" He closed the door. You stayed silent, you weren't going to give into his mind games. If you don't say anything he'll leave. He doesn't have the power to hurt you anymore. He started walking toward you. Huh, locked in a room with "The Golden Gaurd." Wonder why that feels familiar. He sat across from you. "You know I understand your pain-" nevermind fuck the silent treatment. "You do not understand what I went through! I couldn't leave my small cage dirty cage. I was forced to drain from creatures no matter what I said." You inhaled sharply, "And you made it so I couldn't leave."

Hunter didn't say anything. He had a guilt-stricken look on his face. "I'm so sorry. I know that won't fix anything. But just know I'll try to make it up to you." He reached out and you flinched away. He sighed, "I'll get out of your hair. I'll tell Luz you'll be back later." He said and then closed the door. That was the most you spoke to each other. It wasn't much but it was an improvement.

#toh x reader #the owl house x reader #hunter x reader #golden gaurd x reader #hunter toh x reader #toh hunter x reader #toh #the owl house

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staarry-skies · 2 months

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raxistaicho · 10 months

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Edelgard suggested she might be wrong, though!

Eeeyyy, Strikes (that’s her nickname and it’s a lot shorter than butwhatifidothis, sorry) doesn’t usually make arguments anymore! This’ll be a nice break from Fantasy Invader.

Maybe.

Hopefully.

Spoilers for Trails in the Sky a ways under the cut

And uhh, that’s not an argument I’ve ever heard before, honestly, it must be a super old one. Good thing it got dropped, it’s weak.

So because Edelgard said,

It means the devs are saying, “you did wrong, tho.”

So I guess when Dimitri says he’s a monster who deserves death it means we need to ram him into something that can kill him, accept the game over, and start a new file of Three Houses?

When Joshua Bright said he was a broken person with a broken heart, it meant Estelle should have immediately given up on him?

When Velvet Crowe said she was monster and claimed she ate Seres just ‘cause, that meant she retconned reality and changed the circumstances under which she ate her?

It’s almost like sometimes people with trauma and a poor self-image say self-deprecating things that aren’t actually true.

“Which doesn’t mean Byleth is defying destiny by walking at Edelgard’s side. No sir.”

Again, the devs only said Silver Snow was the route that was made first to explore the world, not that the worldbuilding suits SS specifically. Otherwise, what the fuck is Azure Moon there for? I’ve seen it argued that White Clouds best suits Azure Moon because of Lonato and Miklan (setting aside that their respective issues were not about Dimitri’s personal tragedy but the broken state of Fodlan society), but with Strikes’ argument Azure Moon can’t possibly mesh with White Clouds because White Clouds only supports Silver Snow, according to her!

I mean... Azure Moon doesn’t mesh at all with White Clouds anyways, but that’s for very very different reasons.

I’m on to you, you red-headed, red-caped bastard.

I won’t let you invade Nohr, Ryoma >:(

Also, correct me if I’m wrong, but Byleth’s side, whichever side that is, does plenty of mowing down in all routes.

Damn, Fodlan is doomed.

Those poor celebrating commoners.

Oh no, is this Crushed Nugget again?

Now we’re delving straight into, I believe, Crushed Nugget’s Everyone is Miserable in CF set of posts, which is something I’d reeeeeaaaaaally like to dig into sometime, because it’s just a lot of petty and trivial ways to try to demonstrate everybody as being unhappy or less-fulfilled characters in CF.

These can range from the ever-popular “Lysithea doesn’t want to destroy the Empire in CF”, to “Yuri feels overworked in CF”, to “Raphael is irresponsible and happy in CF”, to “Ingrid is sadge in CF”. Yeah, being happy is bad if in CF and being unhappy is also bad if in CF.

It’s basically just her plucking at literally anything she can find to say that CF is bad in that exact moment without any regard for consistent standards. Ignatz’s is especially amazing given you know if the paintings he drew were reversed she’d instead say VW Ignatz is good for wanting to immortalize the horror of war so we never forget what war takes from us while CF Ignatz is bad for trying to cover up the pain with pretty pictures of something.

If you looked at red flags through pink lenses, wouldn’t they still look red?

Hey, you’re the one who said,

Because even the lord of the route is trying to tell the player that uhhh Byleth doesn't belong here, they're supposed to be on the other routes. Which checks with how the devs said that SS is the route the world-building is based on, and how within the game itself CF directly goes against SS' world-building.

Don’t blame me for arguments you made!

She’s missing the point. It’s not argued that you don’t get to choose SS. The argument is that you do have to choose CF. You can’t default onto CF the way you can SS.

Another important point is how riddled with But Thou Musts SS is.

Who’s in charge of the army here, Seteth!?

So... going CF isn’t about tearing Byleth away from their proper place in SS?

If Byleth is meant to go SS, as Strikes said above, then CF is about defying fate.

If CF isn’t about defying fate, then Byleth isn’t meant to go SS.

So suddenly Byleth is more than a self-insert for the player to glom onto? That’s a bit contradictory to the usual Edelcrit line, but okay.

Since Byleth is now their own character and not a self-insert to represent the player, then Edelgard isn’t trying to date the player and the player demographics have no bearing on whether or not she’s bi, nor does her "gap moe” have any bearing on whether or not CF is a valid choice, because maybe Byleth doesn’t care about all that. Maybe they’re into MILFs.

Technically no, there’s a sequence of options that can have Byleth making no positive choice regarding which side to take.

Miss the coronation entirely, then you have a “I must kill Edelgard,” and “...” option at the Holy Tomb.

Indeed, you can spend basically all of SS being dragged around expressing discontent, and getting But Thou Must’ed into following along with the plot.

Also, again, the argument is not that Byleth can’t choose SS. It’s that they have to choose CF.

Hey, speak for yourself, I usually marry Dorothea.

Strikes is getting real fuckin’ philosophical all of a sudden about the concept of player character agency in a narrative-driven video game.

For real, this is some Bioshock/Undertale-level shit.

You know, I never considered that maybe Corvo would rather just stay in his cell and accept execution as penance for his failure to protect the Empress. He can’t speak in Dishonored 1, how do I know what his thoughts on the subject are? Am I puppetting him to commit mass murder like some kind of revenge-loving cordyceps!?

I am so sorry, Corvo :(

But actually, Strikes, how do you know that Byleth wants to fight Edelgard? Maybe they want to pick Black Eagles every time? Are you perhaps denying their agency every time you join your beloved Golden Deer? (I’m just assuming GD is her favorite route since she professes to love Claude). Are you denying their agency when you click on, “I must kill Edelgard”?

How could you do such an awful thing?

Bonus round time!

Why is she continuing her arguments in the tags??? That sounds annoying as hell.

Also, uhh,

Look at that fucking smug grin. Is that the face of an expressionless killing machine?

I have no idea where this, “Byleth reverts to being the Ashen Demon in CF” argument came from. I guess because they’re killing people the Edelgard detractors would rather they not kill, they have to be doing it heartlessly? That’s assuming a lot.

That’s... more or less exactly what it is, actually.

I know Strikes doesn’t like Edelgard being portrayed as a sad, tragic figure, but uhh... she is. Edge of Dawn is right there, it’s about Edelgard’s sorrow thinking about the future.

#Fire Emblem Three Houses #Edelgard von Hresvelg #edelgard discourse #edelgard positive #strikes #butwhatifidothis #Another thing Edelcrits don't really consider is that maybe Byleth doesn't want to rule Fodlan? Like they get upset about Byleth not getting #to rule the land in CF but maybe they want that. You can't know they don't #don't try to make decisions for them #it's mean.

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witchtryals · 9 months

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TV Shows that Make My Brain Happy

Scooby Doo has been a favorite of mine since I was a child. I watched it at lunch growing up and I still watch it when my brain needs the happy chemicals today. And I would say it doesn't matter what Scooby Doo version I watch but that isn't true.

Scrappy Doo is creepy and the live action movies nailed him as a villain.

Ok, Ok, Ok.... I know.

Feel free to judge me for this one, everyone else does lol but Mountain Monsters makes my brain SO MUCH DAMN SEROTONIN. Its like the Spanish version of the Jim Adler the Texas Hammer commercial. All the tickles so happy. Its a dumb show, a bunch of hillbillies from Appalachia trying to catch Bigfoot in traps nee Wylie Coyote. Its fun.

Have you ever seen someone just "copy paste" something that worked and it just missed the mark? I still like the show, mainly because of the beauty of the Alaskan backdrop but this show was WEIRD and that's coming from me.

This is one of the best live action survival television shows ever. Period. Hard stop. No arguments will be accepted. Masters of survival, Terry Schappert - special forces, Jake Zweig - Navy Seal, John Hudson - RAF SERE instructor, and Matt Graham - "primitive" skills, take turns kidnapping each other and dropping the "victim" in a remote location where they have 100 hours to find civilization. Its a lot of fun and I've introduced this show to everyone I know because they have never heard of it.

This was an awesome show but Netflix dropped the ball. She has her own YouTube and patreon now so go check her out. She does elaborate DIYS and makes creepy and kooky a lifestyle choice. She is motivation incarnate.

These are my streaming happy chemical producers. Honorable mentions also include: The A-Team, Psych, Murder She Wrote, Tremors the Series, River Monsters, and the Addams Family.

What are your favorite TV Shows? I'm also ways mining for dopamine and searching for serotonin.

#blog #tv shows #tv series #don't judge me #scooby doo #mountain monsters #Alaska monsters #dude you're screwed #the curious creations of Christine McConnel #dopamine mining #serotonin #personal favorite #happy chemicals

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open to: anyone

plot/connections: old e.xplicit videos and pictures of seree were leaked. seree confirms it's her in the leaked content before her pr team can think of how to handle the situation. connections could be a friend, a partner, someone on her pr team or an assistant or other employee (trainer, stylist, chef whatever). could be whoever's behind the leak or not.

character: seree is a classic toddler-to-trainwreck cautionary tale. she grew up on a reality tv show. seree became an iconic child star before shifting into modeling when she hit her wild child era. a nepo baby through and through who can only admit she's fucked up if it's for the bit. but she's working on it. the therapy's expensive so the fortune she's made really comes in handy now that she's in college trying to stay away from the limelight.

don't check the comments is the oldest piece of redundant advice tossed her way as a makeshift coping skill for the hate and hostility that will inevitably follow a certain level of fame. but seree's not fully in touch with the human parts of her, so there's little online that she thinks can actually hurt her, regardless of what her therapist claims. "okay, you're clearly not fucking getting the vibes and it's bumming me out. this is funny. not tragic. i haven't had death threats this serious... or gross, since i started school and someone leaked the dorm i was staying in before i had to move. look, i've done nude shoots before. this is, like that. kinda. if anything, i'm not traumatized. i'm fucking mad that stuff got leaked and i didn't make money off it." not that she needs it. but seree clings to any farce she can confuse for control. "yet. legal's on it. it's fine, i'm built to handle this shit. why are you looking at me like that? it's creeping me out."

#indie kink rp #open smut rp #seree ... 🌱#open ... 🌱#queue ... 🌱

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Regrading Taskmaster: S06E07 Roadkill doused in syrup.

*Score changes noted in parenthesis.

Just gonna note -- Alex is really into weird glasses.

Prize Task: The Scariest Thing From Your Kitchen

With a ham sandwich, that's a ticking time-bomb. You don't know!

Mandolin. So many people have talked about injuring themselves on a mandolin. Sarah Millican brings one in later and talks about cutting off her fingertip. There's a pretty infamous Masterchef clip about it (maybe don't watch it if squeamish). Anyway.

Alice brings in "sweaty ham." So I'm not a stickler on "best by" dates, but I can tell when ham has gone bad because it gets sticky and I hate it. I would be hard-pressed to consume it, even when I need to eat. That said, "scary" is not the word I'd use for it. Asim brings in fanart that (1) has no association with a "kitchen" and (2) is actually kind of a good sketch. Plus, like . . . if someone makes you some art, don't blow up their spot.

Russell has a "doggy-cam" that he claims his girlfriend uses to spy on him. It's a decent offering. Good for his relationship? No. Scary? Yes.

Tim brings a door with bad hinges that hits him on the head. *deep sigh* Yes, it's technically a scary thing in the kitchen and slots just behind Russell so far, but like . . . c'mon. You're professional entertainers. There had to be something better.

Liza has a food processor with a fake finger in it. This gets a bit at my pitch of "mandolin," but it's actually plenty safe. It probably goes between Tim and Russell, but other than Russell, underwhelming.

Alice: 2 (0) Asim: 1 (-3) Liza: 3 (0) Russell: 5 (0) Tim: 4 (+3)

VT 01: Knock the bails off the stumps. You've got a maximum of one over. You must make your attempts from behind this stump. No stumps may be moved. Fastest wins.

Call me when I'm needed.

Some people have been playing cricket in the park near my house and I have tried to get them to explain the rules to me. It is not information that is compatible with my brain.

Alright, this one is tough. No bones about it, Russell knocks it out of the park. Simultaneously, he does step on the red carpet and cross the stump by the end of his follow-through. Gut reaction? Give it to him . . . but that might be because I thought it was cool.

The tricky thing here is the task combines cricket terminology with silly bullshit. It uses the word "over" but also lets them use weird balls and pull the carpet and whatever. So do you follow cricket rules or don't you?

I also briefly had the thought that it's not clear what "behind the stump means," but any reasonable person would recognize it means in relation to the target.

Look, no one did it like they were playing cricket and no one argued the outcome. Studio scores it is.

Alice: 0 Asim: 0 Liza: DQ Russell: 5 Tim: 4

VT 02: Draw a picture of the contents of this box. You may not open the box or look inside.

Mahatmabra Ghandi!

There's a great debate about why Alex made the bra wet. I subscribe strongly to the theory that Alex was making the joke that "wet" is the opposite of "sere" and he always gets them mixed up, but who knows?

There's no win condition on this one! They get a bonus point for naming the David Attenborough pun, but that pretty much leaves it up to Greg to decide the thing is going to judged. I think a reasonable person would assume that the win condition would be "most accurate wins."

So, three items. We split the task into thirds and determine if each person accurately drew the item. Quality of the drawings would then be the tie-breaker.

Liza nails two and I'd say her drawing of Michelangelo's David is passable. Alice has the same issue with the David statue. I'd call it passable but worse than Liza's.

Asim -- I'd give him David (and it might even be more accurate than Alice's). I'd even give him the bra, despite looking like "a pair of glasses." I will not give him the hat.

I think I'm only calling the bra accurate for Tim. He seemed to recognize there was a man in the box, but there needs to be some recognition that it's David. Like even just adding a leaf. I'm also only giving Russell credit for recognizing the bra. I will break the tie in favor of Russell because I can imagine a hat in his drawing and I cannot do that with Tim.

So, Alice and Liza three of three, but Liza's is better. Asim two of three. Tim and Russell one of three, but Russell's is better. Add in the bonus point and this is what you get:

Alice: 4 (0) Asim: 3 (+2) Liza: 5 (0) Russell: 3 (+1) Tim: 1 (-3)

Team Task: Write down as many obscure animals as possible. Guess the animals your teammate has on their list. Your teammate must only use mime. They may not write anything down or show you the list.

Blue dog. That famous breed.

You couldn't imagine a better way for this task to turn out than what Asim did. Writing down fictional, insane animals and then he still is somehow able to convey them to Tim and Liza.

Here's the thing . . . Russell makes animal noises for at least two animals and we don't see the full eleven. They're only allowed to mime. I'm hesitant to treat it as a full DQ condition because Alex is in there and confirming when they can move onto the next guess.

I think the way to handle it is DQ two of Alice's guesses, which puts them at nine correct guesses and the team of three at eight correct. This is all academic, though. No score change.

Team Funk: 3 Asim, Liza & Tim: 2

VT 04: Wearing this sweatband around your head at all times, tuck as many items from the kitchen inside the sweatband as possible. Then make a pancake with a diameter of at least nine inches. Then eat the whole pancake. Most kitchen items successfully kept within the sweatband wins.

Weirdly you managed to leave a whisk, two spoons, and a spatula in there, which are the things you need to make a pancake.

No DQ conditions, but two things needed to complete the task: making and eating a nine-inch pancake. I suppose you could also argue what the minimum qualifications are for "being a pancake," but they all get close enough, so let's not get into it.

Alex does tell them there's a time limit on tucking things into their sweatbands, which is not on the task but is enforceable if he says it then and there (rather than afterwards like when we Joe Lycett taught us the show was a scam).

Alice loses her mind for a brief moment and intentionally shakes all her items out. Her sweatband also drops to her neck, which might not be the head, but close enough.

There's even a more pedantic debate as to whether a container of sprinkles (hundreds and thousands) qualifies as one thing or if you need to count every sprinkle. However, there's a more fundamental issue in that people didn't finish their pancake.

The thing said "eat the whole pancake" and the win condition was about items in the sweatband, not how much of the pancake was eaten. Russell's plate is clean by the end of it, so that would mean he's the only one getting points.

Alice: 0 (-2) Asim: 0 (-3) Liza: 0 (-5) Russell: 5 (0) Tim: 0 (-5)

Live Task: Get an egg as close to the center of the target as possible. You must stand on the spot when taking your turn. You must ROLL two of your eggs. The person whose egg is furthest from the center of the target after each round is eliminated.

He's not necessarily eliminated. Oh fuck off, Alex.

Russell reaaally shouldn't have started with the egg he cockishly broke. You get more points the longer you last and you're not gonna last long with that one. The strategy here is to save rolling the Ostrich egg until the end.

As with all elimination tasks, I can't really regrade because I don't know how people would have done in later rounds. Studio scores it is!

Alice: 3 Asim: 5 Liza: 2 Russell: 1 Tim: 4

F I N A L

Alice: 12 (-2) Asim: 11 (-4) Liza: 12 (-5) Tim: 15 (-5) Russell: 22 (+1)

Main score changes here due to my reading in a condition in the pancake task. Broke his egg, but he wins again.

#tm regrade #taskmaster #alice levine #asim chaudhry #liza tarbuck #russell howard #tim vine #greg davies #alex horne

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Malorie Wilson (nascida em 21 de janeiro de 1991) também conhecida como Phoenix, é uma mulher que possui poderes sobrenaturais de representações apocalípticas herdadas de seu pai demoníaco, Trigon, e a irmã mais velha de Rachel Roth.

Malorie é descendente de uma antiga linhagem de feiticeiras. Sua mãe dela era uma princesa na Eslovênia. Ela se casou com Trigon e se mudou para Moscou, onde Malorie nasceu. Quando Malorie completou quinze anos, Trigon começou a treiná-la, tornando-a uma das peças-chave para destruir mundos, o que ela não fez. Dois anos depois, sua mãe morreu e seu pai Trigon desapareceu.

Malorie Wilson (born January 21, 1991) also known as Phoenix, is a woman who possesses supernatural powers from apocalyptic depictions inherited from her demonic father Trigon and older sister Rachel Roth.

Malorie is a descendant of an ancient line of sorceresses. Her mother was a princess in Slovenia. She married Trigon and moved to Moscow, where Malorie was born. When Malorie turned fifteen, Trigon started training her, making her one of the key pieces to destroying worlds, which she didn't. Two years later her mother died and her father Trigon disappeared.

Nome/Name: Malorie Wilson

Codinome/Codiname: Phoenix/Fênix

Família/Family: Trigon (pai; falecido), Mãe desconhecida (falecida), James (meio-irmão paterno/half brother), Jacob (meio-irmão paterno/half brother), Jared (meio-irmão paterno/half brother), Jesse (meio-irmão paterno/half brother), Jack (meio-irmão paterno/half brother), Raven (meia-irmã paterna/half sister), Tommy & Billy Wilson-Allen (filhos, forças de aceleração/sons, acceleration forces).

Espécie/Species: Híbrido (Metade-Humano, Metade Demônio)/ Hybrid (Half Human, Half Demon)

Poderes e Habilidades/Powers and Abilities:

Malorie herdou os poderes de seu pai. São eles:

Empatia: Malorie é uma poderosa empata, pois ela pode sentir e manipular emoções de outras pessoas. Malorie também pode conectar a mente das pessoas aos sentimentos dos outros e fazê-los sentir a dor que infligiram.

Telepatia: Malorie pode detectar e ler os pensamentos dos outros, projetar seus próprios pensamentos em outras das mentes, formar laços psíquicos com outros seres, controlar mentes dos outros para manipular suas funções físicas, atordoar mentalmente os oponentes com raios de pura força psiônica, criar ilusões mentais quase perfeitas e projeta sua mente e a mente dos outros no plano astral.

Telecinese: Malorie possui um alto nível de habilidade telecinética que lhe permite levitar psionicamente e mover-se rapidamente sobre todo tipo de matéria animada e inanimada. Ela pode usar suas habilidades telecinéticas em si mesma ou em outras pessoas para simular o poder de vôo ou levitação, estimular moléculas para aumentar o atrito, criar campos de força protetores a partir da energia psicocinética ou projetar sua energia telecinética como força puramente concussiva. Os limites externos de seu poder telecinético nunca foram claramente estabelecidos, embora ela fosse capaz de levantar aproximadamente cinquenta toneladas de entulho sem esforços.

Manipulação de Fúria: Quando Malorie sofre golpes ou se sente impotente em alguma situação ela tende a se enfurecer facilmente, e isso é o que a faz cada vez mais forte e mais perigosa.

Toque do Terror: Ao mínimo toque Malorie produz um desconforto como náuseas, ansiedade e mal-estar em uma escala crescente. Pode originar um desânimo, mau humor, depressão, ansiedade e/ou ataques de pânico no alvo impedindo que qualquer ação seja realizada.

Vulto do Pânico: Malorie quando quiser, poderá se transformar em uma espécie de vulto negro carregado de energias pavorosas e cheia de terror, para se locomover entre lugares.

Olhar Demoníaco: Ao manter um contato visual fixo com outra pessoa, Malorie consegue fazer com que o alvo fique paralisado por alguns minutos ou horas a depender da intensidade. Isso se dá, pois, seus olhos refletem e guardam o pânico em sua mais pura essência.

Entre outros.

Malorie inherited her father's powers. Are they:

Empathy: Malorie is a powerful empath as she can sense and manipulate other people's emotions. Malorie can also connect people's minds to the feelings of others and make them feel the pain they have inflicted.

Telepathy: Malorie can detect and read the thoughts of others, project her own thoughts into others' minds, form psychic bonds with other beings, control others' minds to manipulate their physical functions, mentally stun opponents with bolts of pure psionic force, create near-perfect mental illusions and projects your mind and the minds of others onto the astral plane.

Telekinesis: Malorie possesses a high level of telekinetic ability that allows her to psionically levitate and move quickly over all manner of animate and inanimate matter. She can use her telekinetic abilities on herself or others to simulate the power of flight or levitation, stimulate molecules to increase friction, create protective force fields from psychokinetic energy, or project her telekinetic energy as a purely concussive force. The outer limits of her telekinetic power were never clearly established, although she was able to lift approximately fifty tons of rubble effortlessly.

Rage Manipulation: When Malorie takes blows or feels powerless in some situation she tends to get angry easily, and this is what makes her stronger and more dangerous.

Touch of Terror: At the slightest touch Malorie produces discomfort such as nausea, anxiety and malaise on an increasing scale. It can cause discouragement, bad mood, depression, anxiety and/or panic attacks in the target preventing any action from being taken.

Panic Shape: Malorie, whenever she wants, can transform herself into a kind of black shape loaded with terrifying energies and full of terror, to move between places.

Demonic Gaze: By maintaining fixed eye contact with another person, Malorie can cause the target to be paralyzed for a few minutes or hours depending on the intensity. This is because her eyes reflect and keep panic in its purest essence.

Between others.Curiosidades/Curiosities:

Malorie é um dos Sete Pecados Capitais. Também conhecida como A Fúria.

Assim como Rachel, Malorie gosta de café.

Malorie é uma (o) dos irmãos (a) mais velhos (a) de Rachel.

Malorie foi quem destruiu o planeta de Kory Anders, juntamente de seus irmãos Jack, Jessie e James.

Ela atualmente está em um relacionamento com Dick Grayson. Isso pela segunda vez. Durante seu tempo em Central City, ela esteve em um relacionamento com Barry Allen.

Malorie se mudou para Central City e deixou a antiga equipe dos Titãs após a morte de Jericho.

Malorie e Barry possuem dois filhos juntos. Tommy e Billy que são forças de aceleração.

Malorie is one of the Seven Deadly Sins. Also known as The Fury.

Like Rachel, Malorie likes coffee.

Malorie is one of Rachel's older siblings.

Malorie was the one who destroyed Kory Anders' planet.

She is currently in a relationship with Dick Grayson. This for the second time. During her time in Central City, she was in a relationship with Barry Allen.

Malorie moved to Central City and left the former Titans team after Jericho's death.

Malorie and Barry have a two son’s. Tommy and Billy which are acceleration forces.

#wattpad #my oc stuff #dickgrayson #titans #tv: titans #fanfiction #dc comics

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