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lightmycandle · 2 years
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Not me listening to Marvin Hits Trina rn
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dragondemoness · 2 years
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May i request sayaka, kaede tsumugi, and Celestia with a fem reader
That gets out of a pool in a hot way
A hot way, huh? Interesting🤔
I'm not entirely sure how someone can get out of a pool in a "hot" way, so I hope this turned out good
Sayaka, Kaede, Tsumugi, and Celeste x Fem Reader
Sayaka Maizono 
First of all-
She was a blushy mess the second she saw you in your bathing suit
Her face basically looked like a tomato
Amity Blight vibes
She giggled and stuttered while she told you how pretty you looked
When Hina invited you guys to the indoor pool area, she was only focused on you
Even more so when it was time to get out
When you climbed out of the pool, with water dripping down your back and you tucked your damp hair behind your ears while the lights shone down on you?
How could she possibly look away?
You looked absolutely gorgeous
Not that you didn't already but shush
If you thought she was a mess before, oh boy...
Multiply that by ten
And when you gave her a smile as you left to go take a shower?
She literally almost fainted
She couldn't stop thinking about that moment for the rest of the day
And how lucky she is to be with someone as beautiful as you
Kaede Akamatsu 
She swears that you are the most attractive human being she's ever met
With or without the bathing suit, you always looked so beautiful
But the way you looked in your bathing suit was something else
She was so blushy when she saw you
She didn't hesitate in telling you how beautiful you were
When you went into the pool, she couldn't help but steal glances at you
You were way more important than whatever pool game the others were playing
And when you got out, you looked absolutely stunning
No way could she look away now
She walks up to you, blushing like mad, and tells you once again how beautiful you are
"You really are beautiful, (Name)."
You giggle and thank her before leaving to get a shower
Her blush burns brighter and her smile grows wider
She really doesn't know how she was so lucky to end up with you
Tsumugi Shirogane
The shyest of them all
The second you enter the pool area with your bathing suit, she covers her blushing face with her hands
She feels wrong for staring at you, even when you tell her it's ok
Even when you get in the pool, she tries so hard to not look at you
But she can't help but steal glances every once in a while
And when you got out, she stared at you in awe
She didn't even think about how weird she felt about it earlier 
But she quickly looks away when you catch her staring
You walk up to her and kiss her on the cheek, making her blush harder
And when you give her a wink before leaving?
She basically combusts
You're way too beautiful for your own good-
Celestia Ludenburg
Absolutely shameless
She was caught off guard at first, but then she smiles, knowing that you're hers and hers alone
She approaches you and tells you how beautiful you are
She doesn't actually get in the pool; she doesn't like to get her hair wet
But she watches you as you hang out in the pool
You have her full undivided attention
She wouldn't dare take her eyes off you
She may or may not be having some not pure thoughts-
And when you climb out of the pool, she's even more in awe
She does not hesitate to tell you how pretty you are while she tucks a strand of hair behind your ear
And then you smile and leave to go get a shower
All she thinks about is joining you in the shower how beautiful you are and how she's the only one who can have you 😁
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pinkchaosstories · 1 year
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Blood and Thorns - Chapter 7 (part 1)
Chapter 7 (Part One): Parties and Invitations (Read Chapter 1 (part one) here) - (See here for a complete list of chapters) **Updated with minor (though important) changes April 30 2023
Just a quick Author’s Note: if you’ve read B&T on other platforms, you might notice these parts going forward will be different. I’m currently going through another round of editing! Thank you everyone who’s read any part of this and please leave your feedback/comments and/or like/share/reblog/etc. 😘
   The Magnus-Monroes hosted the engagement party a week after Frigga’s birthday. It was small, just the coven members and their families, and much more relaxed than the formal ball had been. It was a calm environment, the witches mingled easily, mostly talking about their own magical work or some work that was going on as the summer solstice neared. Frigga and Marcus were arm in arm, accepting congratulations from different members, and Frigga was in a good enough mood that evening that it was almost nice. Everyone had something to say, mostly about how good the match would be for everyone and how they were relieved for Marcus to finally settle down.
  In between the well-wishes, Marcus would lean into Frigga and crack some joke or make an observation. After Victoria Bloodswell had politely and somewhat coldly congratulated them, he took the opportunity. “That woman is almost as scary as your aunt. If I didn’t know better, I’d say she’s turned into a ghost herself. Should we ask the Blackwoods to hold a seance the next time we need to hold a business meeting?” He stuck the tip of his tongue out and winked.   Frigga giggled, lightly slapping Marcus’ arm that linked with hers. “Shush, she’s just like that. She’s not my aunt’s biggest supporter.”   “Really? I had no idea! I thought she constantly looked like she was trying to explode your aunt’s brain telepathically for fun,” Marcus teased.   Anyone who saw Victoria Bloodswell interact with the Thornehearts would see the bad blood. Something about leadership being stolen from her family, blah blah blah, generations ago founders did a thing, et cetera. It was all very abstract, and Frigga wasn’t sure there was any truth in such claims as the family had never been able to produce sufficient proof to back them up.     She briefly looked around the room, taking in the scene. Who hadn’t they spoken with yet? They’d seen the Morgansons and Cromwells, Ophelia and Aphrodite Rynauld were in a lively conversation with Morgan Blackwood about something, and the Downspires were in the middle of searching for their youngest daughter who, Frigga was pretty sure, was hiding under the table with Leland in the opposite corner of the room.   It was cute, actually, Leland’s friendship with Celeste. She was about a year older than him and was quite gifted. Leland had some kind of crush on her. Frigga couldn’t blame him, she was a cute kid, and it was honestly good for him to be around someone his age who was magical. He wasn't very interested in the comings-and-goings of the coven, so being around Celeste was a good way of getting him involved in the group’s social life.   A small exploding noise followed by surprised yelps and coughing of two small children captured Frigga’s attention. She quickly glanced at Marcus, who nodded and released her to investigate in the other corner of the room. She was readily joined by Sapphire as it sounded like Leland might be hurt. But when the two children crawled out from the table they were uninjured. Leland was covered in some sort of neon blue dust, like it had exploded in his hands. It painted the entirety of his pastel blue button-down, his palms heavily coated, most of his face, and some even settled into his mop of short red curls. Celeste giggled, less heavily affected though was decorated with a significant coating of blue down the front of her pink dress and in her black coiled buns as well. “Something magical happened!”   Sapphire and Frigga looked from Celeste to Leland who laughed in a carefree way, who was starting to get to his feet. “She was showing me her conjurations, and I wanted to try!”   “Wait, Leland, did you do that?” Sapphire asked breathlessly, grabbing a napkin from the table they’d crawled out from under.   “Yeah, it didn’t go very good! It exploded!”   The room froze when everyone heard Leland’s explanation. And then Aurora Morgansons began to excitedly clap closely followed by the rest of the guests, and Frigga and Sapphire gathered Leland up in a big hug, his aunt planting a kiss on his cheek much to the young boy’s obvious embarrassment. He had finally confirmed it: he was a witch and Frigga was ecstatically proud of him.   Once the applause died down, Frigga took her brother to get cleaned up while the party continued on, more excitedly and energized than before. It was rare a youngster would be confirmed around so many people, but everyone had been privileged to see it. It was a happy thing.   She carefully led Leland to the nearest powder room and had him sit on a chair after making sure he wouldn’t accidentally ruin it with the blue dust. “Hang on, I’ll get us a towel or something.”   “Sure, thanks Frigga.” The young boy peered around the room curiously, his legs kicking the seat.   She found a rag, dampened it, and pulled up a stool next to him to start working on the stain. “This is exciting, huh?” she asked cheerfully.   Leland shrugged. “I guess, but I don’t think it matters.”   His sister frowned and looked at his face. His complexion matched hers, pale skin littered with freckles, but he had their father’s brown eyes. He looked a lot like their father, actually. “What do you…why do you say that?”   Leland laughed, as if the answer was obvious. “Auntie already said you had to be the next heir, right?”   Frigga shrugged, rubbing forcefully at his shirt sleeve, checked to see if she was making any progress, and winced slightly because there was absolutely no change at all. “Sure, but that doesn’t mean anything at all. Magic isn’t just for coven work, my magic helps me too!”   Leland rolled his eyes. “But auntie is going to make me study more. I already get so bored. It’s borrrring!”   The stain wasn’t coming out. Frigga scowled at it, her nose wrinkling in frustration. “Yes, it can be. But,” she paused and looked at her brother, a mischievous smile on her glossed lips, “there’s lots of things that make it fun. Want to see?”   Her brother grinned and nodded furiously. Frigga sat up and looked around the room for inspiration. It was a small room, painted soft pink with white crown moulding, shiny marble tiles, and wall-length mirrors. There was also a large painting in an ornate hardwood frame hung on the wall behind the pink velvet chaise Leland was perched on. The painting was of a woodland scene. Someone had fallen asleep in a pasture and was surrounded by all sorts of small animals. It was perfect. Frigga focussed in on a small rabbit in the front of the painting, pointed a finger at it, and released a soft burst of energy at the painting.   It impacted, bursting like fireworks, and suddenly the rabbit began to animate, jumping out of the painting and around the room leaving footprints of blue sparkling light behind it. Leland shrieked with laughter, and Frigga couldn’t help but smile at the boy’s reaction. She pulled a few other creatures from the painting, a bird, a mouse, had them join the rabbit in running around the room and under the chairs, one even hopped into Leland’s lap. His eyes were huge with wonder, and when he went to pet the rabbit, it and the other animated creatures dissolved into white light, reappearing back in their original spots in the painting.   Leland burst into applause, and Frigga nodded in a smug bow. “Why thank you, sir!”   “Cool! Why don’t you do that all the time?”   “There isn’t a lot of practical uses for this kind of illusion, but sometimes if I can’t sleep, I animate a few of the angels on my ceiling to dance for me.”   “You think I can do it too?”   Frigga nodded, picking the rag back up to half-heartedly wipe at the boy’s mussed up face. At least that was coming out though it still left a small tint of blue behind. “I think you can do anything you want, Lee.”   He looked down to where she had scrubbed at his shirt. “You can’t use magic to clean it?”   Frigga sighed in frustration as she finished wiping his face and started at his hair. “No, you can’t clean magic stains out with magic. Or anything it seems. I think you’ve gone and changed the colour of the fabric itself, but I don’t want to mess with it until you’re not wearing it anymore.” She grinned and leaned in close, as if to tell a secret. Leland mirrored her. She whispered, “Wouldn’t want to accidentally explode you.”   Leland cackled. “I don’t think you can do that, Frigg!”   She crossed her arms, a brow raised comically high. “Oh, you don’t do you?”   Leland rigorously shook his head. “Nope!”   “I think I could!”   “Nu-uh!”   “Uh-huh!”   And they had about ten rounds of “nu-uh” and “yeah-huh” before dissolving into a fit of giggles. Frigga knew she was going to be missed if they were gone much longer, but it was nice to spend time with her brother away from it all. And honestly? It was nice to escape from all the social chess she’d had to play all evening. When the siblings calmed down, Frigga sighed. “I think we should be getting back.”   Leland groaned. “It’s boring, though.”   Frigga smiled sympathetically as she stood to hang the rag on a nearby towel rack. “Yes, it is.”   “Isn’t it your party?”   “It’s still boring. And stressful. Just be thankful you don’t have to deal with coven stuff.”   “Why?”   Frigga thought for a way to phrase her complaint that wouldn’t turn him away from magical practice generally. “I love our members, of course I do. And the magic we do is so much more powerful than any one of us can do on our own… But I’m not fond of all the social duties that come along with it, let’s say that.”   Leland nodded solemnly. “Yeah. Do you think Gertrude will make me a cake when we get home?”   Frigga chuckled as she held her hand out for Leland, offering to help him from his seat. “Maybe. Like a birthday cake?”   Leland took her hand and jumped up from his seat. “Yeah, but for magic-day.”   Frigga took a deep breath, steeling herself against the thought of returning to the party. But her chest softened with a thought. “I think I know someone that could do that for you, Leland.”
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cuti3chw3 · 2 years
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sorry to interrupt
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pairing: mingyu x reader, and wonwoo x oc (celest)
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when i invited mingyu to help babysit my nephew, i didn’t plan on talking about our best friends status, i knew celest is a very secretive woman but wonwoo? he’s on another level
i looked at mingyu and folded my arms “y/n hear me out, we both know those two had some shit going on and it’s not even that unrecognizable my boyfriend rolled his eyes and bounced the newborn on his lap
“yeah yeah yeah, whatever gyu” i took my sisters son off of his lap and pointed to the corner “can i have my future nephew back i will stand in the corner after i have him” i giggled and gave him back my nephew and he smiled at the baby “he definitely looks like your sister” “no he looks like me” “that’s impossible”
we bickered back and forth until jay decided to take a nap, so mingyu gave him to me and i laid him down in my room, when i came back to our living room, he was definitely think about something
“wonwoo and celest are definitely fucking, they give each other bed room eyes” i smacked his hands and rolled my eyes “what it’s true y/n and those two were making out last hip hop unit hang out i swear, i was trying to use the bathroom but no, those two were kissing” “no they weren’t”
deciding to ignore him i stood up “wait y/n i have an amazing idea” “what is it” “double date just the four of us to catch them” “we won’t catch anything but sure” “you’re so sure let’s make a deal” “no way, i don’t make deals with the devil” “y/n” “fine mingyu what do you want if you win”
“to makeout” “oh in that case please win” “you know i’m talking about in front of the members so i can tell them we’re finally dating like this “yes i do, i wish you weren’t though” i stretched and laid across his lap while he ran his hand through my hair “okay then the deal is on”
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that weekend surprisingly wonwoo and celest agreed to hanging out with me and mingyu, without me or mingyu using bribery.. again to our surprise, we were sitting around the table and made myself seem antsy
mingyu took notice of this and nodded while paying attention to how wonwoo and celest were looking at eachother
“i’m sorry i need to use the bathroom you know” i got up and mingyu faked concern and ran after me “i will be right back, hyung and celest can you wait up” “mingyu shut the hell up”
instead of going to the bathroom me and mingyu sat directly behind the couple and watched as wonwoo put his hand on her thigh “y/n did you-ow” i pinched mingyu to make him quiet down and let him know i did see it
“what are they saying” i elbowed mingyu and tried my best to shush the taller man “well based off of how their lips are moving, they’re scheduling a date not date” “so basically a hook up” “exactly” “see y/n i told you they had something going on” “mingyu if you don’t stop lying” after bickering for a small bit, we decided to come back and noticed wonwoo and celest’s faces change
after a couple more minutes me and mingyu finally came from hiding behind the two, when we came back, wonwoo was looking away and celest looked a lot sadder compared to how happy she was before we left
“hey y/n, im going to go home, i’ll call you, if you’re getting your back blown out by mingyu tell me, but not all the details” i got up to hug my best friend, and sighed at how upset she seemed
“mingyu i’ll be leaving too, i’ll see you at home” the two went separate ways making me and mingyu sit down in shock “what the hell happened” “you tell me i’m just as confused” “there’s definitely something between the two of them, so be ready to makeout with me”
mingyu kissed my cheek and i giggled “this might be the first bet you win” “what do you mean by that” “i mean this will be the first bet i lose to you mingyu we both know you suck at making bets”
“just say i’m gonna win and go” “i’m gonna win and go” mingyu deadpanned and gently pushed me to the side “i’m winning this bet”
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later that day mingyu took me back to the seventeen dorms and before we went to his room we passed by wonwoo’s
“wonwoo you never want to admit what’s going on between us, i haven’t even told my best friend” it went quiet except for some noise and mingyu looked at me
“let’s go in” before i could protest we walked in only to see celest and wonwoo making out, sitting on his lap, his shirt unbottoned type of makeout
“oops”
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a/n: happy 100 days @fairytaleyaya 🫂🥺🥹
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tuulikannel · 9 months
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May I ask 10, 34, and 39 for the Danganronpa ask meme?
10. What would be your Ultimate Title? XD If I could have anything at all, I would be very happy with Ultimate Anthropologist, Ultimate Author or Ultimate Linguist. ^^ (And yes, you can have the same title with others, so shush. ^^) If we're realistic.... Ultimate Scatterbrain or Ultimate Sleepyhead. Ultimate Procrastinator. Something in that vein. >_>
34. Best character design? Damn this is a hard one! For some reason Kyoko came first to my mind, but... hmm. I love Ibuki! Maybe her. Or then, actually, Junko. ^^;; Or Gundham. Oh, or Celeste. Or, eh... I got to admit I kinda hate Miu, but she looks great. And hey, I kind of like Mahiru's look too! I don't know who to pick!!! ^^;; I'll just say Ibuki cause I love her otherwise too.
39. Smartest murder plan? Another tough question! If we talk about the first game, it'd be Celeste's, cause let's face it, that's the one and only (successful) murder plan in the whole game. ^^ In the second game... chapter 4, I think. It suffers a little bit of the chronic Danganronpa disease of making things needlessly complicated, but honestly just a bit, especially compared to some other (*cough*ch.2 of V3*cough*), and overall, it's a solid plan. if the killer hadn't had just a little bit of bad luck, they'd have made it. (Ch5. of DR2 is ofc a veeery close contender here...)
Thanks for the ask! Here's the ask game! Feel free to send more if you want. ^^ I'm not going to be home for the weekend tho, so I might not answer them immediately.
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colleenmurphy · 1 year
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"Hi Ma and Minnie!"
Was all that was heard as the ancient staircase creaked under her thundering footsteps to get to her bedroom on the second floor landing. Col had a date to keep with Dave for dinner and she loathed being late for anything, especially time with him.
"Man...she's just like you were.."
The Sheehan sisters remarked as they went about their bridge game.
"Aren't we waiting on Harvey and Celeste?"
"They should be here any minute along with Helene. They're probably helping her with the flowers."
"She's going to love him even more after this I think. He's put so much care and detail in it."
Eileen sipped her tea with a small smile. Her little girl had finally found her prince.
"I don't even think that's possible, Min. They've weathered so many storms together they're unshakable."
Upstairs the inner dialogue wasn't flowing as smoothly as it should have been for Colleen. A hurried shower to get the smell of the day and the ocean off of her she ended up skipping the deep condition and threw her hair into a towel before grabbing the clothes she'd had the sense lay out and ask Helene to look over when she stopped by. The large purple gel glitter heart on the pastel kitten sticky note to the outfit was all she needed.
'Murphy tested Starling approved.'
Her hair was naturally curly, something she was ever self conscious about since the third grade and she was called 'Fuzz Ball'. She didn't exactly have the time to straighten it so she let it go and simply diffused it, moused and spray set it and hoped like hell that they weren't outside for any amount of time by the water. Lotion was slathered, makeup carefully and lightly applied and one last tiny little dab of perfume, something she dabbled in, was applied. Grabbing her heels, jacket and purse she headed out.
"Bye guys! Hey Harvey!"
Spotting the man that had taken up for her father after his passing she reached for a hug.
"Love ya, Papa bird!"
"How many times I gotta tell you to stop calling me that?"
"But...Harvey..."
Her green eyes widened as her features took a quizzical look. Colleen was certainly Jimmy's daughter.
"Colly don't.."
"Your last name..."
Sidling up to his left side she started shimmying. A cross between the mashed potato and the twist.
"Is that of a bird...why are you not pleased by being called Papa Bird? You're the only guy on the force that can actually fly a plane."
The dance morphed rather quickly into a rather one sided tango as Colleen grabbed poor Harvey and dipped him low.
"Good god you're strong, Col."
"Love you. Take care of Ma and Mins. I left you a surprise in the fridge."
They were eye to eye still in the dip as cheesecake negotiations were in talks. Col's pies and confections were one of the draws to the tea room her mother and aunt owned.
"Dark chocolate Black Forest cheesecake."
"Ooh! My soon to be new favorite. Stop tellin' me and lemme go."
Letting him up she smiled and hugged him before blowing her aunt and mother a kiss and heading out. She didn't plan on having an easy time getting into the Pedlar's Inn but she did. Parked on the side and walked right in, found Sully with no problem already waiting on her and she gave him an apologetic shrug.
"Thank you so much for waiting. I got caught up on the boat."
Shaking out his napkin he shushed her before passing her a glass of white wine.
"Trust me, I know all about boats. But you...I'd wait for you...forever."
Kissing his cheek she sat down and dinner was ordered. Something had changed in the air that night. It tingled like electricity and she felt butterflies in her stomach. Sully had seemed fidgety all evening and by now the dessert course was coming and he had disappeared. She could have sworn she'd seen her aunt Minnie in the background of the club room adjoining to where their table was but as quick as she'd caught her she was gone.
'You've had a long day. You've been working out on the water all day and you're tired.'
Sully popped back in this time sitting down across from her. Gently taking her hand into his own he ran his finger tips over the back of it.
"C-cColleen...I've got.."
She watched in slow motion as he went down on one knee in front of her. She noticed he was sweating a bit.
"A-a Question to...uh...ask you.."
Her heart had leapt into her throat and all the blood in her body seemed to be rushing to her ears. The lights had been dim but there were flashes of light popping off in her vision. Someone was taking pictures.
'This is it! He's finally going to ask me to marry him!'
"But I..I can't do ask you because it wouldn't be fair to because I can't. I can't marry you...Colly I think we should go our separate ways.."
Her mouth fell open as she dropped his hand. Her heart shattered as her mind raged to make sense of what her boyfriend of nearly ten years had just said. Another few flashes of light caught her attention.
Her Mother. Helene. Harvey. Aunt Minnie. What looked like the entire Sloughbridge police department. Dead silence. Everyone was waiting on her reaction as time seemed to stop.
"You..want...to...what"
Was the last thing she remembered before all hell broke loose in the nicest four restaurant in town. Somewhere over the speakers the newest pop hit played softly.
Tell it to my heart
Tell me I'm the only one
Is this really love or just a game?
Like some whoever had to oversee this had some sort of sick sense of humor. It pushed for Colleen to do something nobody, not even she herself knew that she was capable of doing. She stood up, clenched her fist and punched the only man she'd ever loved since she was a teenager square in the face knocking him over into a half assed backflip out of the cane back chair he had been sitting in trying to stammer an explanation.
"The only thing we need to be clear on is the fact that you used me. I was your means to an end when it came to the Grey Gull. Pack your shit and get the hell out of town because I never want to see you again, David Sullivan."
With that she turned on her heel, went home and packed a few bags and set out to warmer waters in Florida aboard the one boat Sully had never set foot on. The Trade Wind. She would call back home once she calmed down. Right now she just wanted to be in the middle of the sea with her sadness and try and pick up the fragile pieces of her heart.
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photobombingcryptid · 11 months
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“Let me ask this once again: what does the Foreign Affairs Minister — you — specifically gain from all of this?”
Across a round table Blaze is seated at, the minister shifts in her seat, leaning forward to pour herself and her guest a drink. “It’s simple. I, and in turn Cybertron, gain some semblence of control over Celeste’s planets. He’s been left to his own devices for far too long, smearing the name of our species in that portion of space. Do you smoke?”
“On occasion.” Blaze reaches forward to grab a cygar, lit by the Minister. “You want to make his planets less independent, is what I’m getting.”
“Until some order is created there. It’s not an utopia he’s built from ground zero. What you saw was the peak of luxury, the people above one percenters.”
“And how do we achieve it? How do you know of my personal feud with Celeste?”
“Insider knowledge. I have some people in his government who work for me too.” She draws from her cygar, exhaling a small cloud. “We need to get rid of him, permanently. That’s why I need you,” she points her digit at Blaze to emphasize her sentence.
“You need me to kill him.”
“Exactly.”
“How?” Blaze scoffs. “I’m not going to his insane planet.”
“He’s coming to Cybertron. In secrecy.” To that, Blaze opens his mouth to speak but is quickly shushed by the Minister. “Whatever you did back then has opened eyes in the public. They’re rioting. That mech has grown desperate and is reaching out for our help. He will arrive in a few weeks. It’s your only chance.”
“Do I get any assistance? I can’t just... Jump at him and kill him. He’ll have guards with him, for sure.”
“I cannot offer you any help beyond information. As a Foreign Affairs Minister, I, nor Cybertronian government can raise any suspicion. We’d have another war on our servos and that’s the last thing we need.”
Blaze fiddles with the cygar, not drawing any smoke from it. His gaze lingers on the Minister for a good while. “If I kill him and I, or any of my accomplices, happen to be caught: will the justice weigh into my favour?”
The Minister chuckles, optics glinting.
“With that, I will be able to help.”
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drakor127 · 1 year
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This is Drakus Hydrax (My Persona) x Celestia Ludenberg/Taeko Yasuhiro, CardDragon.
Deceptive Gambler x Chaotic Dragon Prince is a dynamic that won't get old
They'd shush each other in succession, proving that they may SEEM to be a genius versus her idiot on the surface but get them riled up and they’re the same brand of idiot.
Celeste actually knows that you have to get Drakus' ego inflated to get him to do things, which is something no one caught onto before.
If Celeste used her deception in tandem with Drakus' powers, everyone who faces them would die or be ruined for life.
I have a very important trait: Celeste has severe depression because of being a normal girl who had zero people to love, but is too proud to admit it and Drakus' whole thing is that he either is sleeping all the time or playing with his cards, but either way, he’s an expert at knowing how to exit stressful environments and enter states of extreme chill, so I see him just forcing Celeste to go listen to a chill mix for an hour when he starts to figure THOSE memories are coming up again.
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nimbasa-hideaways · 2 years
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Did you say roleplay details? Please do share
[ooc: ok so like, imagine the following]
[n suddenly passes hugh while there's panic over parts of unova being frozen over. hugh snaps out of worrying about his little sister and notices, holy shit, those are celeste's shoes- but he can't see her hair, which is usually how he identifies her. that long brown hair usually styled in bun-pigtails is absent, and he can't see her head at all from his position. he watches n and the subway bosses talk, hears ingo refer to her as "crescent" instead of "celeste", and that's when it clicks. and oh shit, emmet and n run off to find orion, and there she is with short white hair instead of long and brown- he is best friends with unova's champion. and said champion is about to fucking die of hypothermia. cuz i said to hell with early stage, i am intensifying the goddamn angst.]
[hugh starts fucking screaming, and this gets crescent's attention. she tries to get ingo, who's taking her to the nearest hospital, to take her back to hugh because he needs her- ingo refuses, so she calls out.]
{"Hugh!"}
[it's weak, her voice breaks, but it still gets his attention. she reaches out to him with one shaking hand, and he gets up and runs after them. crescent becomes the second person allowed to touch him, locking fingers (at the time platonic) and pulling herself in a last burst of energy into hugh's arms. she starts apologising, and he shushes her. he picks up where ingo left off, with the latter following close behind as hugh bursts into the closest hospital and starts fucking screaming at whoever can to help the girl in his arms.]
[they do, and orion and n arrive shortly after she's taken in. hugh reclaims his cold demeanor because n and orion and emmet and ingo aren't crescent or liana (the name we settled on for hugh's sister) so he can't be weak. n knows better, though. he encourages hugh to speak, let out his troubles, and he does.]
[when crescent is stable again, everyone goes in to visit. hugh goes last, alone, gestured in by orion. crescent is awake when he goes in, not looking at him. she took out her colored contacts. the two talk, apologise to each other, confide in how terrified of failure they were every time they were in danger. hugh goes to leave, but crescent wants him to stay. he does.]
[he hesitates when he lets her take his hand again. but when i made crecent ask why hugh cared about her so much, that was when my theyfriend hit me with the realisation that they are cute together. it was after we had gone "fuck canon" by that point, and worth noting he wasn't aged up for the ship at all- we just set him where we felt was right for his character.]
{".. Liana talked about you in a positive way, even before we personally met. Back when I was.. closed in, after what happened. After she would play with you, she'd come running back home, run straight to my room and tell me everything about the nice girl who moved in.."}
[a quote from the exact roleplay. crescent apologised for how annoying it must've been- but hugh denied, and said that it made him fall in love with her.]
[thank god for the xtransciever. and crescent understanding Communication. i decided, fuck it, roll with the adorable flow, and had crescent have the same sort of thing happen to her. liana told her about hugh, crescent developed feelings and told cilan, said green bean gave the full okay, and crescent just carried it with her until it spilled out in that hospital.]
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skz-chatbot · 26 days
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Celeste: and our babies?
Chan: angels. Nara and Haneul’s relationship is so much better now. They read together. Nara wants to learn her letters and Haneul is trying to learn numbers. Something about being a team.
Celeste: 😭😭😭 my babies
Innie: Hyung!
Hyunjin: I’ll get tissues.
💫
*chuckles* I told you to shush
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lollybliz · 2 months
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List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals and followers💖
aww, yeah okay! this is going to be horribly sappy isn't it, oh no fhsdljfhsdjlhsl
Music! Obviously different kinds of music do different things to my emotions, and I'm a ~feels things Bigly~ kind of person, but there's a good handful of songs and albums that make me happy. Like the soundtrack to Celeste, or any number of Touhou Project tracks. Not Bad Apple though, that one's overhyped- for good reason, but overhyped all the same.
Cooking, especially when its something I want to do rather than have to do, if that makes any sense. Like i enjoy baking. I make a damn good shortbread :3
~Vibdeo gambes.~ no wait don't leave- in all seriousness, frequently by the time i get home from work i'm in quite a bit of pain, and its peaceful and pleasant to be able to curl up under a massive blanket hoodie and play something pretty, with pretty music, where i can literally just pick flowers if that's all i have spoons to do.
Getting a notif from: one of the art blogs I follow Or one of the authors I'm subscribed to that they've posted something for a franchise/character/series I'm fond of. Yes i know that's kind of broad and vague. shush. fhdlsjfhsdjlhfsdl no but seriously, I have notifs turned on for quite a few blogs, simply because seeing whatever the latest thing they've drawn noticeably boosts my serotonin, and much the same for the authors who's work I enjoy.
i warned y'all this would get sappy.
When I get to talk to my friends, when i get a notif that they're online and have left messages for me, when they laugh at something stupid i sent them, when one of them sends me a link to something stupid cus it made them think of me ;A; i'm kind of new to having friends, and its kind of wild, tbh, how much i love them and how much having them has made my life better and warmer <3
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nice2michuu · 7 months
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The Fanfiction Files Part 2: Jake Sully
This is the second story of the fan fiction files, a google document i made during my Freshman/Sophomore year on my school computer that i think should be immortalized on the internet before I graduate. WARNING: Most of the stories that I created are not my best works.
{*I close the file*
*I sigh, tired of this punishment satan gave me*
And so we are done with FILE A9985. It's been hundreds of years of just reading for me; and for the first time in centuries, I am so close to reaching the next aisle. Aisle B. I don’t know why I feel a sense of hope that this will end, even after the English alphabet is done, with 10,000 stories per aisle, it just moves on to a different alphabet in a different language, even ancient ones. That is all I was told, I don’t know what will happen eons later once I finish the last Alphabet.}
FILE A9986, JAKE SULLY/READER:
As a Navi commoner, the Toruk Makto never noticed y/n. Jake Sully was in love with Neytiri, he would never even look in the direction of y/n. At least that's what y/n thought until the fight. 
She peeked into his tent and saw a painting. 
The beautiful Navi was laying down on his back. He was rubbing his temples, stressed about his series of arguments with the wife. His legs positioned like he was posing for a picture, loincloth just barely covering his-
y/n shook her head out of the gutter, he's upset and all she can see is a meal.
SNAP!
y/n’s eyes widened with terror and panic. She whipped her head around to see what caused the loud noise. Her head shaking caused a loose branch to fall and break
“Shit!” y/n whispered to herself
y/n turned back around to see a slightly sweaty azure chest at her eye level. She looks up to see him.
“How much did you hear?” Jake barked at her, grabbing her wrist to make sure she didn't run away. 
“I-“
“What’s your name? Why are you eavesdropping?!” Jake interrupted her with a slew of questions. 
“p-please stop…it hurts!” y/n yelped as Jake tightened his grip on her wrist.
Jake drags y/n into the tent, shushing her whines of pain. He lets go and y/n collapses to her knees, apologizing over and over like a broken record.
Shit, I fucked up this time, y/n thought to herself.
Maybe I’m being too harsh, Jake stressed.
Jake starts stammering-“W-well,” *he clears his throat* “explain yourself-uh-miss.”
y/n starts, “w-well I did eavesdrop-I’m sorry- but I didn’t hear anything! I was too late…I’m sorry..”
“Why were you eavesdropping?!?” Jake yelled, frustrated and angry.
He corners her, his height towering over y/n, breathing heavily onto her face
y/n couldn’t take it anymore.
“BECAUSE I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU!! I ALWAYS LIKED YOU FROM AFAR! I CAN’T DEAL WITH THIS ANYMORE!!” y/n’s screams turn into sobs.
Jake grabs her and covers her mouth, they both fall to the floor, Jake on top of y/n. “HUSH! She’ll hear you” Jake scolded, scared of his hot, blue wife. y/n nods and Jake slowly rises from her, awkwardly. y/n takes the chance to push. She embraces the Navi man and hugs tight to his upper chest. Jake’s ears move to the back of his head as he tries to process the situation,
What just happened? 
Should I..?
She’s so…attractive..
but Neytiri….
oh, what the hell!
 and after a minute, raises y/n’s chin so her eyes meet his. y/n gets lost admiring his glowing celeste freckles, his amber eyes, and his solemn, expression. Y/n moves closer, inhaling sharply before she goes for it. Jake ends the tension with a strong kiss, his tail wrapping around y/n’s waist.
Y/n pushes harder into the kiss, pushing away to breathe and immediately going back in. Jake exhales a breathy hum with guilty pleasure. Jake moves to kiss y/n’s cheeks, and slowly kisses down to her neck and collarbone. y/n moaned softly, breathless how her fantasy came true.
Jake and y/n sat down on a lounge sofa, a luxury only the leaders of the tribe had. y/n was led by Jake, moving her so she laid down and he loomed over her. “Are you sure you want to do this?” Y/n said uncertain, she felt this might be spiraling too fast. “Trust me, I know what I’m doing.” Jake said, implying he knew what would happen if they were to be caught, yet also implying he wants more. I want to pound this cerulean bitch so hard she cries. Jake thought, still angry about her eavesdropping, but wanting to start slow so she thinks she’s safe. “Take me” y/n says.
{I wish I could skip these paragraphs, but one sentence missed is a day of pure torture}
“With pleasure, enchantress.” Jake whispers, while taking off their loincloths. He positions her in doggystyle, tails holding each other. y/n’s ears moved back as Jake’s length entered her. They both moaned, Jake’s moan being more of a gruff, deep sound and y/n’s being more of a whispery murmur. Jake hugs her from behind, playing with her nipples as he gains momentum and throbbed inside her. 
“Oh god… keep going” y/n puffed between moans.
Jake Sully kept his pace and held her ultramarine hips. “You don’t know what you’re in for, princess.”
“W-What?”
Jake started pounding into y/n, His large smurf-like na'vi cock stretching her body. Y/n starts moaning louder. Jake used his tail to wrap around her waist for a better grip on her body. Jake grabs y/n’s hair and she moans in pleasurable pain. “I’m about to..” Y’n gets silenced 
Jake put his hand over her mouth and bent down to whisper in her ear, her moans muffled. “Shh, quiet, slut.” Jake was surprised by the sudden tightening and pulsing around his cock and electricity shot through his body. Y/n squirted on his length and all the built up energy in Jake finally burst as he filled her up with blue cum. Y/n’s breathing and moaning slowed and Jake hugged her again from behind, kissing her neck and rubbing her indigo vulva slowly. “You’re such a whore, y/n” Jake whispered in her ear. y/n could only moan and breathe heavily. 
{*I close the file*
I'm...I'm gonna go listen to Laufey, sob until I can't breathe, and claw my eyes out...}
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lunarscaled · 9 months
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❝ You will be housewife coded if you do not shush. ❞
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"... Celeste, what does that mean. Like... you're gonna marry me or something??"
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eyesocketinchworm · 1 year
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Tell me more abt Celeste. Whats up w her? im bored
I would LOVE to yayyyayyay she’s the loml
SO due to the structure of the actual story celeste is tragically underdeveloped in like what is actually seen of her in the text just bc it’s audio drama format and laz & arlo are the only ones who record stuff, so whatever celeste herself is saying that makes it into the canon script is said without her knowing she’s being recorded if that makes sense. Her story is kind of about like learning that people can’t be shepherded and shushed into being happier,,,,like the way she shows she cares or whatever is basically telling people what to do, which nobody appreciates, especially not the people she’s with,,, She also wants to avoid conflict at all costs (avi handles that for her- thus laszlo’s broken nose) except she’s surrounded by the world’s most emotionally unstable people (minus arlo) who will literally try to kill each other if they think the other doesn’t like them. Unfortunately Celeste tends to like ignore stuff and hope it goes away which comes from being raised in a family of kind of stoic people who never talked about their problems and just kind of assumed everyone should deal with their own stuff ,,, like celeste is by no means stoic but she will ignore what’s wrong for a ridiculous amount of time which becomes a problem when you have to do something about a big problem like being idk trapped on a space station
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wrongpublishing · 1 year
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Review: Aura Martin's "The Quiet Dark"
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by Calia Jane Mayfield.
Aura Martin is a poet based in St. Louis who focuses her work on prose poetry and centos. It is easy to tell from her previously published work that she has truly captured the craft and made centos into a staple of her work. Here in Wrongdoing, she writes a stunning cento entitled “The Quiet Dark” utilizing an amazing selection of work that embodies a sense of wanting and searching while coming to terms with self. With the selected pieces displayed above the work, which appears like a panel of writers at a conference, she crafts of the more beautiful pieces of poetry to be published this year. This is a poem that demands to be felt.
 “The Quiet Dark” is a poem that forced me to hold my breath until the very last line. Focused on the more sensual aspects of sexuality and wanting, she takes Franny Choi and Celeste Ng’s words and elevates them to new heights, infusing a deeper sense of searching for home among others in a way that is truly her own. While ‘cento’ may refer to patchwork, Martin’s poem feels more like a quilt handmade by a grandmother passed through the ages. Breathtaking and completely comforting.
What heavies your pelvis, and: what shushes the ringing when you dip your skull below. I waded back out, still wet of him, too afraid to wring him out of my clothes in case I was wrong. I walked through the first boy like a pool of water churning with living things I almost remembered from dreams. What you call wet, I call room to breathe.
The way she takes the lines from Choi and Ng, and creates such a visceral experience, is a unique quality that elevates her work form something simply good into a land of greatness that you can’t replicate. She brings forth an environment for her speaker to feel like a person that you want to listen to. This cento shows off Martin’s powerful ability to create tangible feelings and an ethereal sense of wanting. Time stopped the moment I started this poem, and it took my breath away with every line. I felt like the speaker and I became one the more time I spent reading and rereading the piece over and over. When it ends, you will feel the need to read it again and again, focusing on a new line each time. Martin takes and reshapes what it is to want to be and what it means to find yourself going from wanting the intangible and instead becoming the intangible.   Read Martin's poem in Wrongdoing Magazine's first issue:
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