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fr-familiar-bracket · 2 months
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flooficandii · 2 years
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so this is canon now!
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domestic goths fanart when . unless i have to draw it myself 🤨
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axica-cattleya · 1 year
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Romantic/cute stuff I’ve experienced but I assign a twst character to each of them
Characters: Jack, Deuce & Idia (separately)
might be ooc if you squint
a/n: Most of them are gonna be about idia LMAO,, oh and if you know me irl,, haha,, yea,, 
there’s gonna be grammatical errors,, not really good at english ^^,
i hope you guys enjoy! <3 
I use the name “Yuu” btw
Yuu and Jack agreed to watch a movie in the cinema, they were both falling in line to buy snacks. The movie is about to start but there’s a costumer in front of them. The workers were doing their jobs slowly. Five minutes passed, and Yuu finally got what they bought. They ran towards the cinema. Yuu were not the best runner out there, but Jack definitely was an athletic guy, Yuu were pretty sure he could outrun them. They wondered why he was a bit slow at running today Yuu then realized that Jack was trying to match their pace so they could go to their seats at the same time.
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Deuce picking Yuu up with his magical wheel. Deuce and Yuu agreed that they meet at a certain place with a landmark that both of them knew. They met up and Yuu only waited for a bit before they noticed Deuce. Deuce was wearing his helmet but you knew what his magical wheel looked like. He waved at you and bobbed his head from side to side, making his magical wheel turn from side to side too, so Yuu would know it’s definitely him. It was honestly an adorable sight.. 
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Yuu were thinking about Idia, again. Yuu missed him. Before they knew it, Yuu opened magicord and typed out a simple, “Imy..” Yuu thought it wouldn’t notify him since his discord account’s status is idle. 
The blue-haired man definitely saw it. He’s always on his computer and cellphone, of course he would! The prefect panicked, they went to a search engine and frantically typed out a query. They screenshotted it and sent it to Idia while typing out, “I DIDN’T KNOW YOU COULD SEE IT AAA.”
“Lol yea, ofc i would”
He made fun of you despite him being flustered on the other side of his screen.
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Sitting beside Idia while Yuu were in his room. Both were too shy to even speak to one another. The Ignihyde dormleader then pulled out his phone and messaged you. Yuu looked down at their device, grinned and began typing away to send him a response. Both of them sat in silence, with the occasional huffs of breath whenever each one of them sends something funny.
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Idia and Yuu recalling their dates/pointing out things that happened while they hung out in person. But instead of doing all those again face to face. Yuu and Idia are in their phones, chatting, recollecting everything in heavy detail. 
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Yuu wanted to play Valorant, but you knew your computer wasn’t the best. They installed it on their computer despite knowing playing it would really suck since your device could hardly handle Genshin anymore.
Idia found out you started playing Valo(you posted it online) so he sent them his username so they could play it together.
“You know I suck at this.” Yuu warned him.
Idia then replied, “Yeah it’s fine.”
They played a game mode that wasn’t familiar to Yuu(hell the entire game was a new area Yuu had yet to explore). Idia noticed that Yuu kept running around with the default gun. He began typing..
Gloomurai: u can buy other guns in the store menu
----: how?
Gloomurai: Press []
----: wait nvm i got it :DD
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commodoresigma · 3 months
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[original drawing date: 22nd Mar 2018]
Drew this when the new plastic Sister of Battle range was first announced around, jesus, five years ago?! God damn.
Made six colour variants with the canon Orders Militant, plus my own homebrew order and a friend's homebrew order. I also had one for my brother's order but it's changed twice since then.
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yasheeke · 1 year
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Sentinels CEO and ShahZam drama on twitter
There’s nothing more entertaining than a bit of some drama in valorant. Despite VCT is still a month away the scene is already heating up.
It started on Jan 13th when a rather silly tweet by the official sentinels twitter handle posted a skit video poking fun at the stratbook of their team for last year which was just a roulette wheel with callouts written as ‘Tenz go do things’, this tweet took a quick turn as the former igl and sentinels star Shahzeb “ShahZam” Khan replied at it.
“Oh yeah, one time I spun the wheel and it landed on ‘please play with shroud, we don’t care if you win just make it hype. we’ll personally guarantee you a spot in franchising if you do’, “wrote the former sentinels’ player, indicating that Sentinels decision to bringing in the counterstrike superstar Shroud in the roster was more for clout other than winning.
This reply did not sit well with the Sentinels CEO Rob Moore, who blasted his former player by alleging that he had a poor attitude and didn’t want to be on the team while being in Sentinels.
“It’s weird that since you left all you talk about is how you want to be with the organization,” Moore replied. “When for all of 2022 you behaved like you didn’t want to be here. It seems like you have returned to the focus you had in 2021. If so, [G2 Esports] will be in great hands.”
Following the reply, ShahZam added to his allegation that Sentinels had him play with shroud as a “huge favor” and promised him a spot in the franchised roster to which Moore denied that he did not make any such promise.
This exchange ignited NA Valorant twitter with pro players, media and community members talking and tweeting about the exchange between Sentinels CEO and the former star.
With the current state of the scene G2 will have to reach VCT Americas League through Ascension league for ShahZam to face off against his former team, which means it wont be possible until 2024 , but  that match would spice up the scene.
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swiftyangx12 · 10 months
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I’m sensing a pattern when it came to my biases of fictional characters…
Yoru, Idia & Miguel: *Looks at each other* What?
…Oh fuck. I see it now. You are all completely traumatized, emotionally unstable, “levelheaded façade” guys with associations of shades of blue.
Luckily I created some OCs to fill in my places because I couldn’t imagine myself with you, three.
Arachnis: *Gawk at their creator* Rude much?
Agent Brass: I haven’t been introduced yet.
Miyeon: Are we done yet? Idia and I need to go somewhere.
Yeah, we’re done. I’m just calling myself out of this realization.
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dedalvs · 1 year
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Sorry if I worded it wrong no you're amazing I love all your languages I felt like you were so busy working on all these shows. Do you also make languages for video games?
I've made languages for two video games. One is Arena of Valor, for which I made four languages and four writing systems, despite the fact that the languages are barely used. I also created two languages and three writing systems for a video game that has yet to come out. I honestly haven't heard anything about it for over a year, and I started working on it at least three years ago. I'm very curious to know what's going on with it. Like, the company is still there. They've even announced a new game that's coming soon that is definitely not the game I worked on. (It also sounded cool, so like...I'd like to play it...?) But yeah, that's all I've done so far.
(Though I also did translations for the Telltale Game of Thrones games. Not quite the same thing.)
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I love the twst tanjiro!MC post! Would some of the boys, after finding out about their past, want to help them defeat Muzan? Or Malleus deciding he's just gonna go destroy this person who hurt mc himself.
Those that support your fight against Muzan usually have their own morals on valor or revenge. That or they simply want your ultimate happiness from your pursuit. Even if he was a monster of unbelievable power they're willing to return to help you and ultimately swoop in with their romantic intention in the end. You can't refuse them after you've completed your goal, right?
Trey Clover, Deuce Spade, Jack Howl, Floyd Leech, Jade Leech, Kalim Al Asim, Rook Hunt, Silver, Lilia Vanrouge
Now for those who will not, it's on the basis that they think such an ambition is baseless. Whether it's because they have tunnel vision when they see you or they genuinely don't care to help you in your pursuit doesn't guarantee your safety. Some may feel sympathy while others will honestly not care to entertain the thought of you chasing some other man even if it is to kill him.
Riddle Rosehearts, Cater Diamond, Ace Trappola, Leona Kingscholar, Ruggie Bucci, Jade Leech, Floyd Leech, Azul Ashengrotto, Jamil Viper, Vil Schoenheit, Idia Shroud, Sebek Zigvolt, Lilia Vanrouge
And for the few that will go back but without you are either foolish or insanely powerful. Even so, it's hard to dismiss you're prowess and knowledge for an enemy they've never met.
Malleus Draconia, Epel Felmier, Deuce Spade, Ace Trappola, Silver. Lilia Vanrouge
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froggibus · 1 year
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omg what abt valorant sova/chamber watching their s/o get killed by their mirror counterparts 🤭🤭
The Wrong Reflection - ft Cypher, Chamber, Sova & Phoenix
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Includes: Cypher, Chamber, Sova and Phoenix
Genre: angst, hurt/comfort
Summary: you encounter your boyfriend's mirror counterpart and realize all too late what's about to happen, and all he can do is watch
CW: violence, major character death, stabbing, shooting, degrading?, lots of angst, major injuries, near death experience, resurrection, hurt/comfort, some fluff at the end?, fainting
so this isn't *quite* what you asked for but i really loved this idea and wanted to make it a little less angsty so here we are lol...also this is my first time writing about Sova, Chamber & Phoenix so if they're a little OOC or there's timeline issues thats why
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Cypher:
Though everyone at Valorant had been warned about the evil doppelgangers that seemed to look and sound exactly like your closest comrades, hearing about it just wasn’t the same as seeing it. No matter how many times the other agents testified to you that it was the truth and swore up and down that there were “two Phoenix’s”, you just couldn’t wrap your head around it.
Until now, of course. Sent on a mission with Cypher and Jett, separated when a grenade went off and forced to hide in an alleyway until the smoke cleared, you didn’t think the day could get much worse. Then you saw your boyfriend’s hat through the smoke and went to pursue him, only for him to spin around and shove a dagger just below your ribs.
You flinch and lurch forward, just barely able to catch yourself before going toppling over. He yanks the dagger from your side, and just as you’re about to ask ‘why’, blood bubbles over your lips. You blink a few times, head spinning from both the pain and blood loss. 
Why would he…
And then you remember. You remember the warnings from Brimstone and the stories from Phoenix. This wasn’t your boyfriend at all. This must have been the mirror counterpart they told you about. 
Worst yet, your real boyfriend was nowhere to be found and you’re losing blood fast. It’ll be a miracle if you can even crawl, let alone fight. 
Somehow, you manage to get to your knees and pull out the small pistol you had tucked into your waistband. You brandish the weapon threateningly, swinging it around in a warning. The doppelganger doesn’t seem to care, though. 
You squeeze the trigger.
Cypher is frantic. He’s tearing through the streets, desperately searching for you. He didn’t want to be separated, but there was no other choice. The camera he had placed where you had first been was shrouded in smoke, smoke that was clearing way too slowly for his taste.
How long has it been since your comms went dead? Five minutes? Ten? He shakes his head. He can’t worry about that now. You have to be okay. You can’t die on him now.
He checks his camera one more time, leaning his back on a brick wall in a futile attempt to catch his breath. When the familiar screen loads, he’s relieved to see the smoke finally cleared enough to grant him sights on the streets below. 
The relief lasts only a second.
You’re on your knees, blood pooling down your side and forming a dark puddle on the scorched pavement. And standing in front of you is him. His heart sinks. He doesn’t need audio to know what must have happened. You must have mistaken the counterpart for him, and paid the cost.
Not you, he thinks. Anyone but you. Before he knows it, he’s tearing away from the wall, sprinting as fast as his legs can carry him back to where you were. He’s only seconds away, but he doesn’t even know if he’ll make it in time. He turns the corner just in time to hear the gunshot.
He flinches, heels skidding to a halt. You collapse to the ground face first in a pool of your own blood. His doppelganger is nowhere to be seen. His heart is racing so fast it's painful. Everything seems surreal. This can’t be happening, not to him, not again. 
His only solace is the slight twitch of your body, a miniscule sign of life.
He rushes forwards, dropping onto the pavement and sliding to you. He ignores the burning in his knees, the strain on his lungs. All he cares about is your collapsed form on the ground.
He flips you over, examining every inch of your body. He squints. There’s no bullet wounds, no signs of being shot. There’s only a gash just below your ribs, and that's clearly the source of the blood.
But hadn’t he heard a gunshot?
He looks at the small pistol laying on the ground next to you, the barrel still warm. There’s a bullet hole in the wall in front of you, and he almost sobs in relief. You didn’t get shot. You shot back.
He squeezes your body to his, so happy he almost forgets you’re bleeding out. It’s only when he feels your warm blood staining his clothes and hands that he remembers. 
“I’ve got you, little one,” he murmurs, scooping you up into his arms. “I promise.”
You’re not going to die on him today, he thinks. You’re coming back to him, no matter what.
You wake up in your own bed. It takes you a while to realize where you are, your eyes barely able to focus and your head pounding. You inch your way towards sitting up, your side burning the whole time.
What happened? You blink, trying to force yourself into remembering. You had been on a mission, right? With Amir.
Oh, you realize, memories coming back. He was there, but so was his mirror counterpart. And he had stabbed you. That’s why your side hurts. 
Still, it doesn’t explain how you got back, or how you’re even alive.
The door bursts open, and Cypher is standing there panting. “Y-you’re awake!” 
You’re beyond asking how he knows, assuming he put a camera in your room the minute you got back. You just nod, taking in his disheveled state.
“I was so worried,” he closes the door softly, coming down to sit in front of you. “You were…you almost—” he sighs “—are you sore? Can I hold you?”
“Yeah,” you say, your voice so hoarse you barely recognize it.
He wastes no time in wrapping his arms around you and nuzzling his head into your shoulder. “Don’t ever leave me again,” he mumbles into your neck, hot breath fanning over your shoulder, “please. I can’t lose you.”
Chamber:
Chamber had never once been worried about his counterpart. After all, they shared a common goal, and he assumed his counterpart had the same soft spot for you that he did.
He assumed wrong.
It was a month ago when you went on a mission together. A month since you followed the wrong Vincent, and a month since he almost killed you. Had your real boyfriend not been there, you would be toast by now. 
That incident was almost enough to make him reconsider his partnership with his mirror self. Almost. Still, he swore if he ended up in that situation again, he would protect you. That wannabe wouldn’t lay his damn hands on you again.
Now, stepping off the jet with him, you’re not worried. You know better now, and you and Chamber had also come up with a codeword only he would know to distinguish the two.
“Just stay by my side, okay?” He cautions, overprotective as always, “if we stick together, he won’t get the chance.”
You nod, letting him lead you across the abandoned pier. You duck behind storage boxes and abandoned machinery, Vincent trying to find the place where they’re going to plant the bomb. 
There’s a slight clicking behind you, ever so slight, like the scraping of footsteps on gravel. You turn your head for a second, see nothing, and turn back to see your boyfriend staring at you.
“What is it?” You ask, “did you find it?”
He shakes his head, “we already passed it. We have to go back a ways.” You nod in agreement, letting him lead the way. He leads you back the way you came, around a corner and to a deserted place in the docks. The surface is incredibly damp and uneven. You can’t see how they could ever plant a bomb here.
“Are you sure? It looks—”
You’re cut off by him pulling out his pistol and shooting you through the shoulder. The force of the shot is enough to knock you onto your ass, the pressure from the bullet making you scream in pain.
No, you think. This can’t be. You took your eyes off of him for one second, not even. How had he replaced your Chamber? How did your Chamber not notice you missing or—had he done something to him? “How?” You wheeze, applying pressure to your shoulder.
A smirk finds its way to his face.
Chamber expects you to be behind him when he runs from the storage box you’re currently behind to another. He’s so sure you’re going to follow him that he doesn’t even turn around. He’s so focused on finding where they’re going to plant that he doesn’t even realize your body heat isn’t behind him. 
To him, nothing seems wrong until he hears the sound of a gun go off. Not just any gun, his pistol. He whips around, expecting you to be there. His heart drops when you’re not. 
How had he tricked you? Did you run off? He shakes his head. You weren’t stupid, he was just too smart for his own good. But if he’s hurt you or worse, Chamber can only imagine the ways he’ll torture his mirror self.
He sprints back to where you were before, desperately looking for any evidence of you or where you could have gone. He tries to think like himself, tries to think of what he would do if he was trying to lure you to an early grave.
But he can’t. He would never hurt you, he would never think to even try. Time is running out, he knows it. If you’re not already dead, you will be in seconds. He slams his fist against the steel of the crate, the pounding echoing throughout the pier. 
He freezes. An echo. That’s right, for the sound to carry where he was, it had to have echoed off the boxes. So, he just has to follow them and find you, right?
He takes off quick as lightning, climbing the crate and leaping across the tops for a better vantage point.  Come on, y/n, he sighs. You can’t die on him like this. You can’t die because of him. 
He’s done a lot of bad things in his life, but he can’t possibly see what he’s done to deserve this. He can’t possibly see what higher power is cruel enough to take you from him.
He’s going fast, faster than he’s gone in his entire life. All he needs is to reach you, to save you, to do his job as your damn boyfriend and protect you. 
He hears a whimper and skids to a halt. There, just below him. You’re laying on the ground, blood pooling around your head. His other self is crouched above you laughing, dragging his pistol across your body.
He’s taunting you, he realizes.
That’s fine. If he wants to play, Chamber will play. His mirror self doesn’t see him coming, doesn’t see his sniper rifle being pulled out. Chamber takes a deep breath, steadying the scope like he’s done a million other times in his life. 
Just as he takes the shot, so does his doppelganger. The bullet rips through your chest, your body seizing once before going limp. The other bullet tears through the skull of his doppelganger and sends him toppling to the ground. 
Chamber hops down, rushing to your side. The blood is pouring out now, and though he’s seen countless people die, it's different when it's the love of his life. Your face and hair are coated in your blood. He hates the way it gets on his hands and covers his sleeves when he tries to apply pressure to the wound.
Your heart is beating, just barely. His mirror self must have missed but…he shakes the thought away. He needs to focus on you now. You can’t die on him, not now. Still, his own hopes don’t change the way your heart rate is slowing down more and more by the second.
He’s out of time.
You wake up in a flash of blue light. You have to blink a few times to focus, but the energy coursing through your veins is so intense it's like your senses have been dialed up to 11. Sage is standing in front of you, looking at you in concern. Her eyes are slightly puffy.
Next to her, his head hanging low, is Chamber. Your eyes shoot wide as you remember what happened, and start to register what's going on. He had killed you. Well, not him, but his other self. You died and—and Sage resurrected you.
The energy starts to leave and your strength wanes. You pitch forwards, expecting to hit the floor, but Chamber catches you before that can happen. He’s holding you gently but securely, strong arms unrelenting. 
“Mon chérie,” he sighs into your hair. “I can’t bear to part with you again.”
Sova:
It’s white as far as you can see across the horizon, snow blotting out everything in your path. You’re already nervous—this is a big mission, after all—but the snow just makes you feel even more uneasy. 
Your boyfriend grabs your shoulder reassuringly. “We get in, we get out.” 
You nod at him but your nerves are still on fire. Brim got wind of someone planning on bombing a safe house, and sent you and Sova to go investigate. 
It made sense why your boyfriend would be sent—he practically breathed cold air—but you? You despised the cold. Yet, they were unrelenting in their decision and no matter how many times your boyfriend assured you that you would be fine, you weren’t convinced. 
“Cover your footsteps,” you remind him. “They’re easier to track in the snow.”
He sighs, “angel, there’s nothing out there to hurt you. I’ll protect you.”
It warms your chest slightly to hear him say those words. Only for a second, though, until you make a wrong step into a snowbank and you’re sent tumbling away from him.
You roll to your feet, covered in snow and glaring. You look up to where you were, but your boyfriend is nowhere in sight. 
“Sova?” You call. 
No answer. 
You turn around. Could he have gone a different way? Or did you fall so far that he’s out of sight?
“Sasha!”
You hear a noise behind you and whip around, drawing your weapon. There’s nothing there. “Sasha, please! I—“
“I’m here.”
You turn around, coming face to face with him. He has his head tilted at you curiously, using one hand to push your weapon down. 
You frown. Something seems off. How did he get down here so fast? And if he was here, why wasn’t he answering your calls? 
“Why didn’t you answer me? I was calling you.”
“Sorry,” he shrugs. “I came as fast as I could.”
“Right…let’s get back up, okay, we need to monitor the situation.”
You start hiking through the knee-deep snow, trying to get back to where you were. You pause about halfway up, though, when you realize you don’t hear footsteps behind you. 
You turn around, about to ask why he isn’t coming up with you. You face him, and just as you do, you hear another voice behind you, Sova’s voice, yell: “y/n look out!” 
It’s too late, though. 
The Sova you’re facing let’s an arrow fly loose and you have no time to dodge. It embeds itself into your chest with a seeing pain, and you fall backwards into the snow. Despite the cold, your whole body feels like it’s on fire now. 
Your breaths are shallow and ragged, your chest barely rising and falling with each one. 
Sova stares horrified, looking between you and his doppelgänger. 
As soon as he saw you fall through the snowbank, he was coming up with a plan to come and save you. To get a better look at his surroundings, he uses his Recon bolt. 
That’s when he sees two figures at the bottom of the snowbank. His blood runs cold (or colder than usual), and he’s sprinting towards you. Just when he can see the top of your head, you turn around. 
He gets closer and that’s when he sees someone that looks exactly like him. He tries to warn you, yelling your name, but all he succeeds in doing is distracting you. 
That’s when the other Sova lets an arrow fly at you. You have no time to move before it’s planting itself in your chest. 
Sova nocks an arrow and lets it fly, but all it does is wound his other self. The other Sova gives a half-hearted salute, and runs away. 
Sova runs to your body, the snow beneath you stained red. He checks your pulse, but there’s nothing there. He’s frantic, desperately pressing his head to your chest to hear your heart beating. 
Maybe it’s the cold. 
Hoping is all he can do. Hoping against all odds that the cold has slowed your pulse down enough to save your life, that that’s the reason you’re not breathing. 
He breaks the arrow, hands shaking when he realizes it’s one of his. He tosses the arrowhead to one side and the shaft to another, before lifting you as gently as he can. 
You come to in an infirmary bed. Starch white sheets pulled up over your chest. Your eyes adjust to the light and you see that you’re in the Valorant infirmary. 
You try to sit up but your chest burns and you’re left laying down in the bed. You turn your head to the side, just to see Sova laying there. 
His hair dangles in his face, tickling his nose. You smile softly and push it out of the way. He’s frowning in his sleep and dark circles sit under his eyes. 
You wonder how long it’s been since he slept. It was only in his nature to blame himself for something like this. You could only hope it wouldn’t change anything between the two of you. 
You stroke his head gently, flinching when a hand grabs yours. Sova is half awake now, looking at you through tired eyes. His hand is in yours, thumb rubbing circles over the back of your hand. 
“I didn’t mean to wake you,” you say softly. 
“No, no. I’m just—I’m glad you’re alright.”
“How long has it been?” You ask. 
He grabs your other hand in his, his need for contact practically insatiable. “A few days,” he admits. “I was worried you would never wake up…”
“Hey, I’m here,” you give a weak smile, “and I’m alright. But you, you look like hell.”
You slide over in bed as much as you can and pat the spot next to you. “Come rest with me.”
He reluctantly climbs in bed next to you, wrapping his arms around you carefully. He nuzzled his head into your shoulder and kisses it softly. 
The two of you stay like that until he falls asleep. 
Phoenix:
Phoenix was the first to see his doppelgänger—and he would not shut up about it. Night in and night out, he would talk non stop about it. 
“He’s just as cool and as sexy as me—it’s like me, but evil!”
And you would roll your eyes at your boyfriend. “Sure he is, Jamie.”
You never pictured you would come face to face with him, so you never cared too much about your boyfriend’s words. 
Now, on a mission chasing your boyfriend's doppelgänger, you wish you had paid more attention. He really was identical to your Phoenix, and it only made it harder on you. 
You’re pushing yourself hard, harder than ever before, trying your best to catch him. He was faster than you and stronger, and way more agile. It made you wonder just how much he had been holding back on you in training. 
Your Phoenix is nowhere to be seen, too. You split up at the start of the mission and now he wasn’t answering his radio and you had no possible clue where he had gone. 
The Phoenix ahead of you disappears into a building, and despite your unease, you duck through the doorway and follow him. You follow him up the stairs and into a tiny, half-finished room. 
He smirks at you, eyes flickering with flames. “Wow, you really are almost as pretty as my y/n.” 
“It sucks you’re not nearly as hot as my Phoenix.” 
He rolls his eyes at that. You wonder what he’s doing, why he hasn’t attacked yet. Is he waiting for something? You can’t tell. 
You had no time to react when he raises his hands and the whole room erupts into flames. They’re scorching and they take the wood easily. The mirror Phoenix only gives you a half-hearted salute before leaving you to burn. 
You rip off your shirt, using it to cover your face from the smoke. You can’t possibly escape—the windows are barred and the door is blocked by the flames. You’re going to burn to death, and there’s nothing you can do to stop it. 
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Phoenix only realizes something is wrong when he sees a building up in flames. His comms broke as soon as he left and he had been searching for you ever since. 
When he sees the building, he just knows what must be going on. It only takes a matter of seconds to get inside the building and tear his way up the stairs to where the flames are beginning to spread. 
He sees you, limp in the corner with a shirt pressed over your face. He runs through the flames, the heat barely tickling his skin, and scoops you up into his arms. You’re alive—barely—but he knows running through the flames with you in his arms might do more damage than good. 
He can’t lose you, and staying here he’ll lose you for sure. He has to take the risk, but for the first time in his life, he hesitates. He would rather burn here with you than lose you. 
You start to come to while Phoenix carries you, coughing up blood and wheezing more than breathing. He rubs your back and tries to reassure you that everything will be okay, but he doesn’t know what he’s going to do. 
You’re awake, and that’s a good sign, but you need more medical attention than he can possibly give you in the field. He already called HQ but he has no idea when they’ll be here. 
He settles down on the ground near where the jet will pick you guys up, holding you firmly on his lap. He kisses your forehead, rubs your back and tries to keep you as calm as possible. 
You slump into him, arms lazily wrapped around his shoulders. His touch is reassuring but your skin still feels like it’s on fire and your lungs still ache from the smoke. 
You silently hope you make it through this because you know if you don’t, it’ll tear him apart. 
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angelltheninth · 1 year
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SFW Masterlist Part 4
DC COMICS
Jason Todd x Fem!Reader - Shelter in the Rain
Dick Grayson x Fem!Reader - On the Dance Floor Our Hearts Beat as One
DC Characters + Tie on the Door
Clark Kent Saves You When You Get Kidnapped
Jason Todd x Fem!Reader - Keep a Cool Head on Your Shoulders
DC Characters Flirting with You
Jason, Dick, Wally and Clark Laying Their Head on Your Lap
Kissing Kara Danvers During an Argument
MCU
Sam Wilson with an S/O who Has Wings Like Him
Cuddling with Bucky Barnes
King Valkyrie x Fem!Reader - A Touch Too Gentle
MCU Characters + Love Hotel
Eddie and Venom with a Affectionate Partner
MCU Character Protective Levels
ARCANE
Arcane Women with a Touch Starved Reader
Secret Relationship with Cassandra Kiramman
Arcane Women as Lovers
Taking Care of Jinx
Caitlyn x Fem!Reader - If Looks Could Kill
Night Routine with Vander
Reunion with Vander
Vi x Fem!Reader - And They Were Cellmates
CRITICAL ROLE
Vax'ildan x Reader - Meeting of Fates
Percy de Rolo x Fem!Reader - Overwhelmingly Yes
Things Percy Does That Make You Swoon
Vax Playing Hard to Get
BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA
Class 1-A Boys Being Protective of You
Helping an Injured and Flirty Keigo Takami/Hawks
Polyamory and Kissing with Bakugo and Izuku
BNHA Boys Being Kabedon'd
Polyamory with Izuku and Bakugo when You're Jealous
BNHA Boys Kabedoning You
Izuku, Bakugo, Shoto and Kirishima + Fanfic Tropes
TWISTED WONDERLAND
Twisted Wonderland Dorm Leaders with a Protective S/O
Twisted Wonderland Men + True Loves Kiss
Twisted Wonderland Men Teasing You
Riddle Rosehearts x Fem!Reader - Riddle Me Your Heart
Savanahclaw Men when You Sneak Into Their Room
Idia Shroud x Fem!Reader - Burning Blue Hot
Twisted Wonderland Men + Pick Up Lines
Secret Relationship with TWST Dorm Men
Leona Kingscholar x Fem!Reader - The Lion King's Fangs
AVATAR
Rivals to Lovers with Lo'ak
Neteyam Being Protective of You
Lo'ak with a Human S/O
Netheyam and Lo'ak Having Their Neck Kissed
Aonung x Fem!Reader - Stars in the Ocean
Neteyam and Lo'ak with an S/O who Gets an Avatar
Neteyam and Lo'ak when You're Curious About Their Fangs and Tails
Jealous Neteyam and Lo'ak
Patching Up Injured Neteyam and Lo'ak
Aonung with a Curious S/O
Cuddling with Neteyam and Lo'ak
Neteyam x Fem!Reader - Little Soldier Boy
Domestic Headcanons with Aonung
Neteyam and Lo'ak with a Human Girlfriend who Wants to Kiss Them on the Lips
Love Triangle with Neteyam and Aonung
Teasing and Flirting with Avatar Men but They Get Handsy
Neteyam Meets Your Parents
Tsundere Tsu'Tey Being Teased
GENSHIN IMPACT
Genshin Men Caught Under the Mistletoe
Scaramouche Asserting Dominance
Genshin Men when They're Flustered
Jealous Al-Haitham Headcanons
Spending New Years Eve with Genshin Men
Genshin Men Being Sick
Genshin Men Carrying You Around
Childe x Fem!Reader - Warmth of His Smile
Kaeya, Diluc, Childe and Zhongli Getting Hugged
VALORANT
Yoru, Phoenix, Sova and Chamber when You Wear Their Clothes
Valorant Agents + Mission Injuries
Valorant Agents Cuddling with You
Yoru, Phoenix, Sova and Chamber Giving Hickies
Valorant Ladies when You Faint
Yoru, Phoenix, Jett and Harbor React to Your Angsty Confession
Viper Wanting Cuddles
CALL OF DUTY
Ghost and Alejandro when They're Away for a Long Time
Task Force 141, Alejandro and Rudy when You Dress Sexy for Bed
Task Force 141 Being Homesick
Call of Duty Proposal Headcanons
Mutual Bodyworship with Simon Riley
BLUE LOCK
Itoshi Sae Marks You as His
Kunigami Rensuke Being a Clingy Sleeper
Boyfriend Bachira Headcanons
Bachira Reacting to Your Confession
Playing the Pocky Game with Itoshi Sae
Blue Lock Team Reacting to You Wearing Their Jersey
Blue Lock Team when You Get Wet From the Rain
Morning After with Team Blue Lock
Kunigami Rensuke as a Superhero
Blue Lock Men as Dads
STAR WARS
Anakin x Reader - Shut Me Up with Your Lips on Mine
The Bad Batch Being Protective
Touch Starved Din Djarin Headcanons
Din Djarin Melting when You Kiss His Hands
Gift Giving with Cassian Andor
A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE
Harwin Strong x Fem!Reader - Your Handsome Rescuer
Daemon, Harwin and Aemond Being Clingy
Daemon Not Being a Morning Person
Possessive Daemon Pins You in the Hallway
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acey-wacey · 1 year
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Can you do headcanons on what if Yuu/Reader just bursts into their room/office and just say "I'M VERY GAY FOR YOU", as like a confession, and just leaves by running away?
By their, I mean Riddle, Azul, and Idia (And another character if you want to add)
(Ps. Your working is amazing and I admit, I confessed to my current partner like this, it worked so)
Fr?? I need to try that, maybe I'd get a girlfriend 😔
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🌹 Riddle Rosehearts 🌹
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It was a completely peaceful day for Riddle.
He'd just aced his exams, ADeuce hadn't caused too much trouble, the dorm members were all doing homework or reading quietly in the common rooms.
But as he enjoyed the tranquility, he heard stomping down the hall before you kicked open the door and pointed at him with determination on your face.
"I AM VERY GAY FOR YOU!"
All eyes turn to you as Riddle stared with utter shock.
"GOODBYE!"
Riddle hadn't even process what you said before you stormed back down the hallway.
He just sat there, completely frozen, as the freshman looked at him expectantly.
Everyone thought he was about to run after you and tell you you had broken a rule or something but he just stared blankly at the floor.
The silence was broken by Trey who bursted out laughing.
Cater lamented about how he didn't get it on camera.
Riddle stood up in his chair, possibly about to go after you, but he sat back down.
He repeated this process about four times before he put his head in his hands, the breakdown setting in.
"What in the Queen's name just happened?"
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🐙 Azul Ashengrotto 🐙
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It just happened one day after class.
You weren't planning on saying anything but you passed the Mostro Lounge and Azul was right there so you just...
"Hey, bich! I'm gay for you!"
You left right after, not wanting to give yourself enough time to regret it.
Azul just freezes.
Floyd and Jade try to get him to move but he is still staring at the door where you yelled your confession at him.
You broke him.
About ten minutes later, he relocates to his office, staring at his wall, trying to process what you said.
Maybe it was the aggression of the statement or the confession itself but he really cannot get it through his head that you are gay for him.
Eventually Floyd has to kidnap you and bring you to the Mostro Lounge to fix Azul since he's hasn't left his office in a week.
You have the conversation and he tries to make you sign a contract stating that your confession is legally binding and you cannot revoke your words.
It's very silly but you agree on the condition that he goes on a date with you.
He's broken again.
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🎮 Idia Shroud 🎮
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To be honest, you thought it would be kinda funny to see his reaction.
One part of your brain says that it's a bad idea but the impulse control is not strong.
When the two of you win a Valorant round together, you scream it into the mic while celebrating.
"I AM SO GAY FOR YOU RIGHT NOW."
You are a little concerned about the crickets on the other side of the voice chat.
Before you could say anything, he logged off of the game and left the vc.
A few minutes later, a frantic Ortho almost broke your door down and dragged you to the Ignihyde dorm.
Idia was curled up in a ball on his bed, rocking back and forth with a dazed expression on his face.
His hair is a dusty pink and it's glowing brighter than you've ever seen it before, matching the splotchy blush on his face.
When he notices that Ortho brought you, he screeches and tries to scoot back but he has already backed himself into the corner.
You giggled and sit down on his bed, comfortably far from him but close enough that he could touch you if he wanted.
"I meant it, Idia. I am gay for you."
Idia.exe has stopped working.
Ortho is in a panic once more.
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hollowinmyheart · 6 months
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Jacks was a Merrywood & LaLa's brother Theory
I have tried to gather more information on the family tree of the characters LaLa and Jacks.
Was LaLa a merrywood?
Yes LaLa was a merrywood and sister of lyric merrywood. In OUABH (page 75) LaLa was first mentioned in the daily rumor pages and there kristof wrote "LaLa’s family is shrouded in mystery, which is often code for being common" so LaLa's family details were shrouded. But in Aurora Valor's diary in TBONA (page 227) aurora mentioned she was in love with LaLa's brother and LaLa thinks she isn't good for her brother. According to jacks Aurora was in love with Lyric merrywood which means LaLa also is a merrywood.
Is Jacks LaLa's brother too?
My suspicion is built on Jacks being another merrywood because of Aurora's diary. In the hollow Aurora+Jacks was written which indicates Aurora could've written that and she was in love with Jacks. In her diary she didn't write the name of her love she just wrote her truest love & her love was LaLa's brother. What if Aurora ment LaLa's another brother not lyric? What if Aurora pretended to be in love with lyric just to stay near jacks? & from Aurora's diary the word "truest love" and jacks being cursed for one true love indicates aurora cursed him with his kiss. Jacks doesn't use any Surname like LaLa.But at Lala's engagement party he had one conversation with robin :
" Lord Jacks,” Robin repeated, still smiling but looking vaguely perplexed. “Which House are you from?”
“I’m from a very old House.” Jacks took a sip from his goblet. “Everyone in my family died a long time ago.” (TBONA page 156)
After which Lala was horrified and we know that Slaughterwood's actually destroyed house merrywood. How can everyone from jacks house die? Ig house merrywood is the old house and everyone died. Also when evangeline was reading the merrywood house book then chaos appeared and may be he was the one who took the book with him & didn't let evangeline read it. House merrywood has many stories untold yet. I think jacks was a merrywood too. And he may be tried to live a simple life and choose to be an archer which maybe the merrywood lord didn't like and jacks was living in the hollow. I'm sure Aurora won't call lyric her truest love and she definitely was in one sided love with jacks. jacks was sad seeing destroyed merrywood manor in TBONA.
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zae5 · 5 months
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Flames
A recap of the events of House of the dragon through Helaena's eyes.
WC: 387
"Where is Aegon?" Her mother's insistent voice breaks her reverie as she looks up at her.
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"Not here" she shrugs and notices her worried face, her nails reddened with fresh blood. 
"If he's not in his chambers, where is he?  When did you see him last" her grandfather huffs in annoyance before leaving as abruptly as he entered, her mother calling out to him in warning.
"Has something happened?"
Has something happened she thinks again gazing at the flames at night. It is cold, the curtains have been drawn and yet a draft still remains. Aegon has been found and sits sullenly chewing his food, his grumbling breaking the stillness of the night. The sound calms her today, lulling the trance she finds herself in. The flames in the hearth bathe her in their warm glow, eerily beckoning her forward, encouraging the chatter in her head.
Flames of fate burning bright,
Flames lit at altars at night.
Flames forgotten, stoked at death,
Flames anew entwined in nets.
Black flame rises in change,
Fire and sea unite estranged.
Flames blazing through the skies,
Flames glowing amidst cries.
Flames at feasts and wars abroad,
Flames crackling of mistrust and fraud.
Flames heralding foreign valor,
Flames dancing, changing their color 
Their mother stands with grace beckoning change, green atop a swarm of swords, regal and proud.
Green flame burning bright, 
A tower amidst dragons alight.
Flames withering, waning with time,
Flames alighting under the cover of wine.
Flames of fury, flames of sorrow,
Flames that burn out come morrow.
As Aegon kneels and is anointed by the Septon she stares at him in wonder. Is this what we have been made for? Is this our fate, of power marred with burden and sorrow.
A roar brings clarity to the smoky hue shrouding her thoughts. The flames dance and sing as her eyes widen in realization at the sight ahead.
Flames of gashes running deep,
Flames in lonely hearths, that rise and weep.
Flames of change and mistrust,
Flames that burn because they must.
Flames that flicker, dying at last,
Flames that burn through the rickety white mast.
Flames of green and black dance,
Fate laughs and spins with chance.
There is a beast beneath the boards. A beast of fate that has escaped them today. A beast of fate that'll burn soon enough. 
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tobytost · 6 months
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Indeed, the lamentation echoes through the stars: why, oh why, is Ahsoka Tano, once a beacon of hope and passion, now reduced to a mere shadow of her former self? Her existence in the current Star Wars productions is a puzzling enigma, for her motivations are shrouded in obscurity, her spirit dulled to a mere flicker.
We, the faithful fans, mourn the loss of the vibrant Ahsoka we once knew, the spirited apprentice who stole our hearts in the Clone Wars and continued to inspire in Rebels. What purpose does this hollow version serve other than to capitalize on her past glory? The Ahsoka we fell in love with was defined by her heart, her tenacity, her unwavering spirit. Now, she stands before us with crossed arms, slow movements, and dry quips—a mere caricature of her former self.
Is this the fate you envisioned for her, Dave Filoni? If you truly cherish her as you claim, grant her a worthy narrative, one that befits her legacy. Spare her, and us, from this pitiful existence. If her story must end, let it be a warrior's death, a blaze of glory befitting her spirit, rather than this prolonged descent into mediocrity.
For the fans who have journeyed with her, we beseech you: do not insult her memory or our devotion with this feeble portrayal. Let her legacy be one of strength and valor, not a pawn in the pursuit of viewership and profit. Give us the Ahsoka we deserve, a character whose brilliance matches the stars themselves, and not this muted echo of what once was.
we're really in it now manifesto anon aren't we
I hard agree with you!! I don't recognise Ahsoka in current canon, and it makes me feel so bitter about what is going on
I'm not a huge fan of her but I really adored her character in tcw and rebels:( I have more thoughts but I'm soooo nauseous right now 😭
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venusflwers · 2 years
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# LOOKING OUT FOR YOU !
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summary. making sure streamer!idia eats :)
character(s). idia shroud
warnings. none , a little swearing here and there , lowercase intended , idrk how the mirror chamber works 💀 , not proofread (?)
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2:30 a.m.
it was 2:30 in the fucking morning, and he was still up playing games and talking to chat.
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not only could you not sleep due to him screaming over valorant (you find it funny how he can be so loud with zero shame in front of hundreds, possibly thousands even, of people online but when in person he can’t even properly speak to someone), but you knew he hasn’t eaten or even gotten up from his chair for who knows how long. after a little bit of contemplation on the matter, you finally decided to take action.
you left the dorm and snuck into the cafeteria’s kitchen and got to work. you quickly put something together for him and carefully brought it through the mirror chamber with you. after checking to make sure nothing happened to the food whilst transporting to ignihyde , you quietly set off to idia’s room.
you gave a gentle knock to his door. no response.
you sighed and figured that he probably had his noise cancelling headphones on. after knocking harder, you finally got the response you were looking for.
“hold on chat, im going to pause the game for a sec.”
suddenly the door to his room opened slightly to where you could just see one of his eyes, then when he realized it was you, he opened it fully. 
“you’re still awake? i thought you would’ve been in bed by now.”
“i would be if it weren’t for you screaming bloody murder.” you pursed you lips while idia looked away bashfully.
“anyways, i know you haven’t eaten since noon, so i made you something.”
he looked down at the food. “you didn’t have to..” you simply gave him a small smile. “i know, but i’m worried. please eat.”
he sighed and let you in, situating himself into his chair as you placed his food down on his desk. you stared at him intently, keeping an eye on him to make sure that he ate.
while eating, he would occasionally look at you through his peripheral vision, making eye contact with you. when this would happen you would give him a small smile as he continued with his meal.
as he finished up, you went over to him and looped your arms around his shoulders and gave him a small peck on the temple.
“thank you.”
you then left his room with a little sly smile, knowing damn well his hair was most likely tinged pink at the ends and red in the face.
it wasn’t until you left his room that he realized he, in fact, forgot to pause the stream.
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