#so i gave my resume cuz why not

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i always find it so funny when i see people say "but if ur a spy then u can't tell ur loved ones what u do u have to lie about ur whole career" sweetie idk what television you've been watching but everyone in my family knew that my grandfather was a spy even if u try to lie to ur partner it's pretty fucking obvious

#idk how anyone would even lie about that too #when i was mid-linguistics degree an FBI agent came to talk to us #cuz they like hiring linguists #so i gave my resume cuz why not #and she was like 'u cant apply if you've had any weed within the last 3 years' #so i was like ok goddamn and me and the group of 5 college kids standing around her desk all just like #took our applications back and thanked her for her time #just walked away #she told me they polygraph u for weed too #and im too anxious of a person to be able to outsmart a polygraph

[icarusignite]

Like an old melody, my heart resumes

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Summary: After years apart and with several misunderstandings between them, you meet Prince Daeron at what is meant to be his betrothal feast. When secrets and unspoken desires come to light, you and Daeron are faced with a choice: to let go of the past and embrace a love that has always burned between them or allow your tumultuous history to keep you apart. 

High Valyrian words: 

ñuha rūklon = my flower

kepa = father

Pairing: Daeron x Fem! Reader | (angst, hurt/comfort, fluff)

A/N: for the lovely @lady-targaryens-world and their request. Thank you, I had so much fun writing this. Daeron is a total sweetheart. I fancast him as Lucas Lynggaard Tønnesen cuz he looks like how I imagined Daeron. Hope you like the fic and hope your exams went well 💙💙💙

Word Count: 4K

"What's on your mind, ñuha rūklon?"

Your head snapped up to meet the eyes of Daemon Targaryen as he leaned in the doorway of your room, observing you keenly. You shifted your position on your bed, sitting up straighter against the headboard, careful not to disturb the slumbering brunette whose head lay on your lap.

"Nothing, kepa," you smiled at him.

"You've been distant lately. Ever since news of our travel."

You sighed as your eyes strayed to the crumpled letter in your fist, "Do I have to go Kingslanding, kepa? May I not just stay here, please."

Daemons said your name disapprovingly and gave you a stern look, or tried to anyways, but he was powerless when faced with your mournful eyes pleading with him.

"Your grandsire would feel your absence deeply if you do not go. Not to mention your mother, she would like all her children in one place."

"But-"

"You will have a good time there my little flower, and you will have your brothers to keep you company," he stated firmly before leaving.

You rolled your eyes and huffed in frustration. This trip to King's Landing would be anything but fun. Your parents kept trying to tempt you with tales of festivities and merriment, but all you could think about was that the only reason such an event was even being held in the first place was that he had returned.

Him.

Daeron Targaryen, third son of King Viserys and Queen Alicent, your dearest childhood companion, and also the boy who broke your heart. You frowned at the letter in your hand once again, a choked melancholic feeling rising in your throat. It was the last letter he'd ever written to you, dated years ago, and although you had written many ever since then, you never received a reply. It was unfair. He had promised you that he wouldn't forget you, but he had. He had forgotten you within the first year of being sent to Oldtown, and now your parents expected you to attend what would be his betrothal feast with a happy disposition. You could not do it. Although years old, the ache of betrayal still felt fresh.

"You've been frowning an awful lot lately sister," came a sleepy mumbled sound from below you, and you looked down to see your younger brother, Lucerys, looking up at you in concern.

You grinned as you carded your fingers through his hair, "Don't worry your head over it, little Luke."

He rolled his eyes at the nickname and pushed your hand away in annoyance.

"I'm serious. Why are you so sad? Do you really not want to go? If you want I can pretend to be sick and tell Mother that I'm not fit to travel and then you'll have an excuse to stay behind with me."

"You don't have to do that for me, Luke."

"But I would. I don't like it when you're sad."

Your heart swelled with affection for your younger brother and you smiled at him, hands going to brush the hair from his forehead.

"I know you're looking forward to it Luke. You don't have to stay behind for me. I'll be fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive!"

"Okay," he hesitated before raising his fist in the air. "But if anyone bothers you, you tell me, and I'll duel them!"

A giggle bubbled out of you at his heartfelt exclamation. You pushed his hand back down, thumbing the scar that stretched across the back of it.

"How about we leave the duelling to someone else? Wouldn't want our little prince to get hurt."

"You've got to stop calling me little!" he pouted and you couldn't help pinching his cheeks in affection.

"Oh, but you are little," you cooed. "You're so very little."

Luke grumbled your name sternly, and you laughed again, already in better spirits.

The great hall of King's Landing was ablaze with life and festivity. The air was filled with a symphony of chattering nobles, their voices blending together in a lively hum. The room echoed with laughter, gossip, and the occasional clinking of goblets, creating a vibrant backdrop to the grand event.

The hall itself was a sight to behold. Tall, arched ceilings stretched overhead, adorned with exquisite tapestries depicting scenes of Targaryen history. Soft candlelight bathed the space, casting a warm and inviting glow upon the gathered guests. The flickering flames danced upon the polished surfaces, reflecting in the shimmering armour of knights and the elaborate gowns of noble ladies. Long tables adorned with elaborate centrepieces and sumptuous feasts lined the hall, laden with platters of roasted meats, trays of fresh fruits, and delicate pastries. The tantalizing scents wafted through the air, mingling with the fragrance of perfumes and the rich aromas of fine wines. The air itself seemed to carry a sense of indulgence as if every breath was infused with the anticipation of revelry and celebration. The hopes and aspirations of potential suitors, the desires of ambitious families, and the excitement of a long-awaited reunion all converged in the great hall.

Nobles and courtiers, clad in their finest attire, mingled and exchanged pleasantries. Their colourful garments, embellished with intricate embroidery and delicate jewels, added to the opulence of the scene. Laughter rang out, accompanied by the occasional flirtatious whispers and stolen glances toward the newly arrived young prince.

Prince Daeron Targaryen sat upon the elevated dais, his family flanking him on either side. His presence commanded attention, drawing gazes from all corners of the hall. His posture was impeccable, his back straight and his chin held high, and his eyes scanned the crowd with a mixture of curiosity and expectation. As each of his prospective wives was introduced, Daeron's gaze fixed upon her, his expression charming and polite. He listened attentively to their names and the descriptions of their families, his demeanour respectful and gracious. Though his duty was to find a suitable match, there was a flicker of anticipation in his eyes as if he awaited the presence of someone special.

Just as one particular noble lady was stepping forward to be presented, the herald's voice echoed through the great hall.

"Announcing the arrival of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen and her family!"

The grand entrance of Rhaenyra and her entourage commanded the attention of all present. Daeron's gaze shifted instinctively, his eyes seeking out the captivating figure of his niece. The noble lady, momentarily forgotten, hesitated mid-sentence, her words drowned out by the flurry of excitement and murmurs that filled the hall.

Daeron's heart quickened at the sight of you, his eyes locking with yours, and for a moment, the rest of the world faded away. The noble ladies, the festivity, everything paled in comparison to your presence. He had not seen you in years, but the time apart had only enhanced your beauty and grace. Your hair cascaded down your back, framing a face that bore a striking resemblance to the Rogue Prince who led the procession with your mother. Your eyes sparkled with a lively intelligence, and your gentle demeanour held an irresistible allure. That was until your eyes hardened and when your gaze turned away from his with a barely concealed sneer, he felt his heart plummet.

King Viserys Targaryen, seated at the head of the dais, greeted his daughter with a warm and open smile. His eyes lit up with joy and pride as Rhaenyra approached, the years apart momentarily forgotten in the embrace they shared. As Rhaenyra stepped back, her gaze shifted to her father, and the smile that graced his face widened further. The aging king's eyes were drawn to you, his beloved granddaughter, who stood beside her parents. There was a mix of tenderness and nostalgia in his gaze as he took in your features, seeing glimpses of his late wife, Queen Aemma, in them.

When he uttered your name, it was filled with warmth.

"It warms my heart to see you once more. You grow more radiant with each passing day, just as your mother did," he pulled you into an embrace.

"It is an honour to see you again, Grandsire!" you grinned and then presented him with the present you had been working on during your entire journey.

The parchment you handed to him depicted both King Viserys and Queen Alicent. A royal portrait of sorts, done in charcoal. Your grandsire's eyes widened with delight as he took the sketch in his hands. His weathered fingers traced the lines and curves, his expression filled with a mixture of joy and melancholy.

"Oh, my dearest," he said, his voice tinged with emotion, "this is a gift beyond measure."

He then turned to his wife, who stood by his side, and held up the sketch for her to see. A smile adorned her lips as she admired the work, her eyes shimmering with affection as she thanked you.

Eventually, the clamour subsided and Rhaenyra and her family took their seats at the grand table, finding their places on the dais. By some twist of fate, you found yourself seated between Daeron and your brother Jace. You settled into your seat and turned yourself so that you were facing your brother mostly, wanting to avoid speaking to your uncle for as long as you could.

Once everyone had been seated, King Viserys stood again, raising his goblet high to catch the attention of all those gathered in the grand hall. The room fell silent, and the flickering candlelight reflected in his eyes, revealing a mix of pride, nostalgia, and a touch of sadness.

"My esteemed guests, noble lords and ladies. Tonight, we celebrate not only the return of my son, Prince Daeron Targaryen but also his journey of growth and learning in Oldtown. By the end of tonight's event, it is my fervent hope that Daeron shall find a bride, a woman who will stand by his side as he takes his rightful place in the realm. Let this be an occasion for new beginnings and the forging of alliances that shall strengthen House Targaryen and the Seven Kingdoms."

Your heart sank at your grandfather's words. The affirmation that Daeron's search for a bride was the purpose of this grand celebration struck you with a wave of unexpected pain but you pushed it away and kept a placid smile pasted on your face. You turned your attention to your brother, seemingly engrossed in conversation with his own betrothed, Baela.

"Jace, my dearest brother," you whispered, nudging him with your elbow.

Jace turned to you with a raised eyebrow, "What is it now? You're being suspiciously polite."

"I am always polite, how dare you?"

"You want something, don't you? C'mon spit it out, what is it?"

You grinned, "May I borrow your handkerchief? My hands are in desperate need of cleansing from the clutches of charcoal."

"You shouldn't have been scribbling away then," he eyed your stained hands with amusement.

"Oh, come on. Please," you begged, tugging at his sleeve.

"But I just had it washed."

"Oh, brother, surely you can spare your dear sister a clean handkerchief to save her from the grips of artistic messiness. Think of it as an act of kindness."

Jace huffed, reluctantly reaching into his pocket and producing the handkerchief, "Fine, but promise me you won't turn it into another work of art."

"I would never do that!"

"Mhmm, and what happened to the last few I lent to you?"

"I don't even have any drawing instruments right now. I promise, dear brother, it shall remain unscathed. You have my word."

You accepted the handkerchief with a grateful nod, laughter bubbling forth at the sight of Jace's disgruntled expression. With a swift and discreet motion, you wiped away the charcoal smudges, returning your hands to their former cleanliness. You handed the handkerchief back to your brother, who grumbled good-naturedly, but with a playful glimmer in his eyes.

As Daeron watched you engage in laughter and conversation with your siblings, a pang of hurt settled within his chest. The tinge of disappointment lingered as he longed for your attention and connection and the weight of his unspoken emotions was not lost on his older brother, Aegon.

Aegon, noticing Daeron's gaze fixed on you, couldn't resist the opportunity to tease him. He leaned closer, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes, and nudged Daeron playfully.

"You seem awfully distracted, dear brother. Is it the beautiful ladies or something else that's caught your eye?"

"It's nothing, I'm just lost in thought."

"Lost in thought about a certain someone, perhaps?" Aegon teased, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

Daeron scowled, "Leave it, Aegon."

"Well, well, dear brother, it seems our enchanting niece has indeed stolen your attention. You've had your eye on her since she arrived."

Daeron's cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and annoyance. He tried to deflect Aegon's teasing, but the slight quirk of his brother's eyebrow told him that Aegon wasn't about to let him off the hook so easily.

"I said leave it, Aegon. It's none of your business," he muttered defensively, forcing his eyes away from where they lingered on the curve of your jaw.

"All right, all right. I won't tease you anymore. But I have to admit, I think she is quite lovely myself."

Daeron gave him a withering look, making him laugh even harder. He took a swig from his goblet of wine and leaned in close.

"You know, you have this entire hall of ladies to choose from. I don't think you should mind if I were to take a liking to our dear niece here."

"Don't you dare-"

"Don't be selfish, dear brother."

"Aegon," Daeron warned.

Aegon leaned back in his chair with a satisfied smirk, "Well, if that's the case, then you might wish to speak to her yourself. This feast may have been held to find you a wife, but she sure is garnering a lot of attention."

He gestured to the various noble lords and knights who had their eyes fixed on your graceful movements. Daeron turned his attention back to the banquet in annoyance, choosing to ignore the surge of jealousy that rose within him. He watched you laugh with a scowl on his face. He wanted to be the one making you smile like that, to be the one sitting next to you and sharing in your conversation, but you were pretending as though he didn't even exist, never once meeting his gaze, no matter how desperately he sought you out.

As Daeron sat there, nursing his wounded pride, a group of noble ladies approached him with flirtatious smiles and sparkling eyes. Their gowns swirled around them as they curtsied and extended their hands, inviting him to join them.

One of the ladies, a vivacious brunette with a playful tone, spoke up, her voice laced with excitement, "Prince Daeron, would you do us the honour of sharing a dance with us?"

Daeron glanced at the ladies, his initial reluctance warring with the desire to distract himself from his lingering disappointment. With a sigh, he relented and rose from his seat, offering a polite smile.

"I would be delighted, ladies. Allow me to make this evening memorable for us all."

You watched him leave, a mix of bitterness and sadness welling up within you. You had expected this, but now as you witnessed him embracing the company of other ladies, you couldn't help the surge of tears that forced their way into your eyes. You scolded yourself inwardly for feeling this way, knowing you had no right to claim his attention solely for yourself.

Berating yourself, you forced a smile and attempted to push your discontent aside. You knew that Daeron was at the age where a potential wife was being sought for him. These noble ladies, giggling and vying for his attention, were merely following the customs of courtship as they tried to make themselves as appealing as possible to him. Each attempted to capture his interest with their charms, their eyes sparkling with hope. They swirled around him, showcasing their graceful movements and engaging in light-hearted banter.

Daeron, despite his initial reluctance, allowed himself to be swept into the dance, making polite conversation and offering charming smiles to each lady in turn. He appreciated their efforts and acknowledged their beauty, but his heart remained distant, his thoughts still preoccupied with you. He thought he caught your gaze from across the room, but he couldn't be sure and he didn't want to delude himself into thinking that you actually cared.

It was only the trembling of your lips that gave you away and when you discreetly excused yourself to rush out of the great hall, Daeron abandoned his dance partner mid-step and made his way swiftly towards you. The noble ladies he left behind exchanged confused glances, their voices hushed in curiosity as they watched him break away from their company. He followed the path you had taken, emerging into one of the adjoining dimly lit corridors where you stood with your back toward him. Your shoulder shook as you clamped your hands over your mouth to stifle the sob building inside.

Daeron stood at a distance, not sure what to do or say. You must have sensed his presence though, because you straightened your back and quickly brushed away any lingering tears before turning to give him your brightest smile.

"My prince. Should you not be back in the great hall? You know, dancing with your future wife?"

Daeron frowned, "What future wife?"

"One of those ladies is meant to be your future wife, isn't she? So shouldn't you be spending time with her?" you snapped.

In the solitude of the corridor, Daeron's eyes flickered with hurt as your words cut through him. He had hoped for a warm reunion, a chance to express his feelings and seek understanding. Instead, he found himself facing your unexpected harshness.

"Is that what you truly want? To see me dance with others while you remain distant? Can you not find it in your heart to tell me why you're upset? Why you've been avoiding me?" he pleaded.

"Oh, that's rich, coming from you!"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You know exactly what I mean!"

"How am I supposed to know when you won't say anything!"

A fresh wave of tears welled up in your eyes. How dare he be this audacious. He was pretending to be oblivious.

"You think I've been avoiding you? That I've willingly chosen to keep my distance? Perhaps you should look inward, Daeron. You never responded to a single one of the letters I wrote to you. You went to Oldtown and forgot all about me!" your voice broke, the tears running freely down your face now.

"Letters?"

"Do not pretend not to know!"

Daeron rushed toward you, entwining his fingers with yours, eyes boring into yours as he said your name.

"What letters? I swear I never received any letters. I thought it was you who had forgotten about me."

"Liar! I do not care if you did not care enough to respond but at least do not be a coward and pretend not to know about them altogether."

"Listen-"

"It doesn't even matter," you interrupted, wrenching your hands away from him. "I stopped writing last year, anyways."

"You...you wrote to me for six years?" Daeron's voice was soft in disbelief.

"What, is that supposed to be surprising? Not all of us can be callous and cruel like you. You were my friend, of course I wrote to you!"

Daeron took your hand once again, placing it on his chest so that you could feel his racing heartbeat, voice tinged with desperation.

"I swear on all the gods, the old and the new, that I never received a single one of your letters. I would never willingly ignore you or dismiss your words. Please, you have to believe me."

"Stop! Just, stop," you pleaded. "Go back to your dancing and select a wife from amongst the ladies grandsire has chosen for you."

You wanted to believe Daeron, to let go of the resentment that had consumed you, but the wounds ran deep, and trust was a fragile thread between you two.

"Why would I lie about this?" he implored again, stepping closer. "I have spent every moment longing for you, questioning why you had grown distant. If I had known about your letters, I would have responded, you know that."

"I find that I do not know you at all, so forgive me for disagreeing."

"Do not say that. Please do not say that. I have loved you since we were children!" Daeron's words came tumbling out of his mouth, making both of you freeze.

Your breath caught in your throat, eyes widening at his confession. Your anger and doubt began to crumble, replaced by a mix of astonishment and a glimmer of hope. You listened intently, heart yearning for the words you had always longed to hear.

"I cannot imagine marrying any of those women in the grand hall," he continued, his voice earnest. "Not when my heart has always been set on you. You are the one I have dreamed of, the one who has occupied my thoughts and fueled my hopes. Please, believe me when I say that you are the one I want to spend my life with."

Your breath was shaky as you struggled to absorb the weight of Daeron's confession.

"I... I don't know what to say," you whispered, your voice filled with a mix of vulnerability and bewilderment.

"Say you feel the same way. Say you love me too," he begged.

"I...you truly meant what you said?'

"I have never meant anything more in my entire life," he gently brushed away the tears from your cheeks, his touch filled with tenderness. "I understand your doubts and fears. But I want you to know that I am committed to proving my love to you, to mending what has been broken between us. I will do whatever it takes to earn your trust again and make you feel cherished."

"I...I don't know."

Daeron nodded, his eyes filled with unwavering patience and determination.

"I will give you all the time you need. I will be here, waiting for you, for all of eternity, if that is what it takes. Just know that you hold my heart in the palm of your hands, and nothing will change that."

You couldn't help the chuckle that escaped your lips as you met his desperate gaze.

"I do not think you have all of eternity, my prince. Grandsire expects you to be betrothed before the night is up."

"Whether or not I am betrothed by the end of tonight depends entirely on the lady I hope to be betrothed to. The decision is hers entirely."

You sniffled, "And who might such a lucky lady be?"

Daeron thumbed your cheekbone affectionately, tracing his fingers up your jaw and then settling them to cup your face. His other hand dropped to your waist, pulling you closer.

"There will never be another lady. Not when I belong to you wholly."

You sighed, leaning into his touch with your eyes closed. When you opened them, you were met with his startling intensity.

"I suppose I might be inclined to accept," you murmured, arms coming up to wrap around his neck.

His lips curled upward in a beam, "Is that a yes then?"

"Yes."

Daeron paused for a moment, his lips a hairsbreadth from yours, giving you a chance to pull away, before they met yours in a gentle kiss. Your lips moved in perfect harmony, a dance of affection and yearning. As your kiss deepened, Daeron's arms wrapped around you, pulling you impossibly closer, as if afraid to let go, his body pressing you into the cool stone wall behind you.

When you pulled away eventually, he pressed his forehead against yours and closed his eyes reverently as he whispered in the space where your breaths mingled.

"I am yours. I will be yours for all of eternity."

#daeron x reader #daeron targaryen #aemond targaryen #aemond x reader #house of the dragon #hotd #rhaenyra targaryen #daemon targaryen #alicent hightower #hotd fanfic #jacaerys velaryon #game of thrones #aemond imagine #aegon x reader #aegon targaryen imagine #angst #hurt comfort #hotd daeron #daeron the daring #lucerys valeryon

[reallyromealone]

Hellooooo can i request a baby sano discovering he has a tail✨ like he has some cute as hell onesie like a cat or a dog and he just goin in circles tryna reach it and then falls on his bum and cries cuz he didn't get the tail (the sano siblings dying of cuteness in the background and mama sano she aint dead cuz i sold my soul to ken wakui to bring her back filming the whole thing)

Of course my guy!

Let's GOOOO

♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

(Name) had been going at it for five minutes now, Emma had seen the cutest lion onsie and got it immediately for the almost two year old who was to say the least very amused with it.

The Sano siblings were watching with pure amusement as the youngest tried to catch his tail, the tot huffing and running in circles in an endless chase.

"You think he's gonna get it?"

"He's still figuring out mirrors, he's not gonna get it"

"Wanna make a bet?"

"Why not"

The Sano siblings loved their baby brother but he wasnt the brightest tot in the world.

Eventually the dizziness caught up and (name) fell on his bum and completely sitting on his tail, unable to find it "ah crap..." Mikey said as tears welled up in (name)s eyes and he let out pitiful cries "where go?!"

The child began crying and Shinchiro got up and soothed the boy and lifting him into his arms "see (name), right here!" As he shook the tail infront of his brother who rubbed his little face "no go?"

"Nope, so the hunt is still on!" Shinchiro never liked killing his siblings spirits so he let (name) resume chasing as the siblings gave their winnings over to Izana who accepted smugly and thus the cycle began anew.

#tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #emma sano #izana sano #manjiro sano #sano shinichiro #sano siblings #sano siblings x reader

[areislol]

helloooo! I absulutelY LOVE your writing !

I wanted to ask if you could wrote a 2th part of the genshin high school Au?

Its fine if you cant! Take care of yourself and rest a litle

student! thoma, itto, albedo x reader

ft — thoma, itto, albedo warnings — jealousy?? a/n — im so glad and happy that you love my writing <3 also as some of you guys might know, im going to be holding an event very very soon!! i need to finish some requests first so that i can actually post everything. might be a bit short cuz of the block limit. hope you enjoy this! part 1: here

recommend listening to: you finally found the one; playlist + try again - jaehyun, d.ear

student! thoma x student! reader

thoma is well known, well known for his good looks and his calm and helpful nature

it's no surprise when thoma says that he has a pretty tight schedule, many people take advantage of his kind nature - "hey thoma! my guy, can you help me clean this classroom? i have to go some where and i dont have time to do it.." "oh! uh sure thing!"

thoma is always getting called left and right, people wanting thoma to help them with their homework, cleaning, moving boxes and props and many more

thoma gets along with other people really well, strangers or not.

so when the teacher calls you to help other students move the props thoma immediately strikes up a conversation, not before xiao begs you not to leave him alone with the other idiots

"y/n! please dont leave me with these.." xiao turns to look at the crowd of people in front of him, scrunching his nose xiao resumed talking "idiots.."

"im so sorry xiao, but i need to help them move the props or else i'll get in trouble!"

after a few seconds xiao hesitantly lets go but as soon as you walked away xiao pulls you by your arm "what are you going xiao?"

"im going with you. what if you get hurt?"

and so you and xiao walk to the room and opened the door - there standing was thoma and a few other students, "oh! are you guys here to help us move the props?" "yeah we are, where do we start?" "just over there - thanks!"

you hum as a sign of acknowledgment, xiao follows you and insists on carrying them for you which you agree after xiao persists.

while xiao is moving the props to one and place to another, thoma walks to your side - you don't notice him until he speaks "hey uh are you alright?" you turn to face thoma, you've heard that thoma had a beautiful face, a face that looked as if it was sculptured straight from angels.

"yea im fine, why?" "you just looked.. out of it you know?" "mhm"

after exchanging a few sentences, it wasn't as awkward as it was before - thoma eased the awkwardness by telling a few jokes there and then.

after xiao was done he came back to you, "cmon y/n lets g-" xiao pauses as he sees another man next to you, talking to you, it was thoma.

honestly xiao had no problems with another guy talking to you he does but the look on thoma's face says otherwise.

before you knew it xiao was dragging you away as thoma and the others watch you getting dragged away by the, as it seems angry xiao.

"x-xiao! what are you doing?" "i already moved all the props." "oh, thanks xiao!" you say while smiling, though you were still confused on why he dragged you away

Every now and then you and thoma would meet up - but that would only be sometimes. sometimes you two would accidentally bump into each other and say your hi's and goodbye's - you two were even different classes so you two weren't close but thoma would still smile at you every time your eyes meet.

thoma always wanted to stay by your side, all his worries seem to disappear when next to you. but due to his tight schedule and constant pestering from others - he couldn't

although you and thoma only talked for a bit, your aura gave him comfort, you were something else - you didn't try to use him and you seemed like a genuinely nice person.

hopefully, you and him could talk more often

student! itto x student! reader

itto is only a grade above you, now honestly.. the only reason why itto is famous around the school is because of his muscular body and how he's quite literally.. huge, no, bulky.

he's also famous due to his VERY hyperactive nature, even if he didnt eat sugar, it seems like he did eat a little bit too much sugar.

itto is part of the basketball team though he's not really good at basketball.. there are rumours that itto is only the team to make their team look strong and fearsome rather than weak and small.

you and itto never talked to each other, you two lived completely different lives, you were a normal student who studied there and then and didn't go out a lot but itto? that's a whole different story

the ONLY time you and itto ever talked was during p.e

you and itto were put into a team together - due to his outgoing nature you two got along pretty quickly though you absolutely hated it when he swung his arm around you

whenever there was an athletic carnival itto would be here(along with xiao and more) to cheer you on

you could be racing against the fasted students in the school and itto would still be cheering for you..

(but hey, let itto do his thing)

you also cheer for itto whenever it's his turn to race or participate in any sport activity

itto loves it when you cheer for him and he's really bad at hiding it

"go itto!! you got this!" "i know i got this y/n! i wont let you down!"

then a few seconds later he misses a shot because he was too busy looking your way and talking to you REALLY loudly, it was embarrassing but it was also sweet

itto had a HUGE grin on his face, itto knew that he was smiling like a mad man but he couldn't hide it, how unfortunate.

itto will try to find where you sit at break. will push xiao just to sit right next to you which often leads to xiao glaring at itto and dragging you away from this "idiot".

although itto looks like the type to get horrible grades, his grades are pretty decent which yes, is surprising

might even tutor you if you ask him.

itto gets distracted very often when you're there in a sporting event or anywhere really.

and that might get itto kicked out of basketball so the basketball's coach advises you to not go there anymore

:(

itto is obviously saddened by this but still makes the effort to meet up with you

will still be the same big, energetic puppy boy even if you two dont talk anymore - itto's holding a grudge against his coach right now

itto WILL purposely annoy the coach just so that he can get kicked out of the hall and meet up with you/sit with you.

he might even get banned, but does that really matter? nope

student! albedo x student! reader

albedo is apart of the painting class, known for his good looks and his not socializing a lot

his mysterious personality catches the eye of many - and that includes you.

albedo is often seen walking towards the library and then walking out after about 2-3 hours, how do you know that? oh well..

you were one of albedo's fangirls..

not the crazy ones of course. you found his quite handsome and due to him having mysterious nature, you felt obligated to find out what he does in his free time

you're not being a stalker you swear :')

you weren't those fangirls who went crazy whenever albedo walked out one of his classes, those fangirls who followed him whenever he went, the ones who bug him a lot, the ones who.. YOU GET IT

so here you are, watching albedo walk into the library - once he closes the door you walk over to the door and open it quietly

watching albedo sit down you walk over to the aisle of books

taking one fat book out you eye albedo while using the book to cover your lower face, only your eyes remained.

albedo sat down on the chair and started to write

you thought you were being slick but.. you weren't, at all.

"i can you see you" "..."

was that directed to you? you dont know so you stay still, still eyeing albedo until he looks up to look at YOU

you felt your face burning up - you knew that albedo was handsome but to be THIS handsome?!

"... you can stop staring at me now" "huh?" "you keep on staring at me, do you need anything?" "oh.."

well this is embarrassing isn't it?

after you explained everything to albedo he sighed, "you could've just asked me you know? i dont mind you showing what i do on a daily basis. there's no need to be a stalker.." "oh well... that would be nice"

since then you and albedo would walk around the school whenever

talking about flowers and mechanics - it was one of albedo's favourite subjects after all.

though albedo aren't in any of the same classes with you and has a very busy and stressful life - he still tries to talk to you, albedo has come to known that talking to you made his day more better, your words were reassuring, your whole presence made him feel not.. overwhelmed

the amount of girls and sometimes even guys harassing and even following him everyday was already stressing enough but once none of them are there and you're just there, sitting next to him in the library - it just seems like heaven.

albedo also buys MANY drinks for you and saves your seat in the library - for studying of course.

did i not mention how albedo tutors you? no? well..

albedo tutors you whenever there's an upcoming exam or test for you - and he's the BEST when tutoring you.

you don't have to pay him, no nothing.

it's FREE!!!

and albedo doesn't over complicate it. he wants you to get good grades and for you to not stress at all.

tutoring and buying coffee for you are his subtle ways of caring for you.

albedo really cares for you but nobody was really there for him so he doesn't know how to show his love to you.

(and so he uses google)

and that's how albedo finds himself buying coffee for you!! and tutoring you more often.

he wants the best for you, and he'll make sure that you dont struggle in school and so that you can find a good job that pays well, if not then he'll still be there! helping you whenever you need it :)

note: if you would like to be added to the genshin taglist pls just ask me!! dont be shy <3

taglist: @tomansimp @one-offmind @miitchiji liking + following + reblogs are very much appreciated!! another note: im sick, yes. but im so happy i completed this request - music helps a lot with imagining things + scenarios!! gimme more requests >:) also i didnt proof read cuz.. im a bit too lazy im sorry!! i will fix any mistakes later

#genshin impact x reader #thoma x reader #xiao x reader #itto x reader #albedo x reader #high school!au

[locoforloak]

"Step Back" Lo'ak x fem! na'vi

Context: You always have to fight for your boyfriend in situations you didn't want to

Disclaimer: violence, swearing, kissing

wrd count:907

A/N: short lil story cause I'm so nice

"Get up!" People were crowding around you as you were on top of a girl. Punching her and yelling in her face. You felt someone pull you off of her. "Never talk to my man again BITCH!" You screamed at her. You pulled yourself away from the person holding you. Turned out to be the person you were fighting for. Your boyfriend Lo'ak. You rolled your eyes at him "You can't just beat up every girl that calls me attractive babe" "That's literally my job. I can't just let some random girl call MY boyfriend hot" "She called me hot" "Yes bruh that's why I beat her ass" "Well thank you I guess, you're like my protector" You smiled at his comment.

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You guys held hands at you walked back to his hut. Neteyam met you guys. "Did she beat another girls ass again" Neteyam was leaning against a wall. Lo'ak rolled his eyes "Yes" "I sure did I beat that girl a-" "Watch your language please" Neytiri said while holding Tuktirey in her arms. Tuk laughed, "My apologizes Mrs. Sully" "I told you, you can stop calling me that. You're family" Lo'ak smiled while looking you. He was happy his family accepted you. You dragged him into the hut to eat something. "Another fight Y/N?" Jake asked while trying to fix his gun "Yes. Can you believe she called him hot. Like I'm the only one that's supposed to call him that" Jake laughed "Good thing you let her know" You were proud people agreed with you. You looked at Lo'ak while he was eating, having something on the side of his face, you took him by his chin to face you. You slowly wiped it off from him. He looked at you while you did it, "Stop looking at me weirdo" You lightly pushed his face away. He laughed while resuming what he was doing. You both heard commotion coming from outside. You looked at each other, getting up. It was the girl and her, brother? Boyfriend? "Where's that girl that was in a fight with my sister" Her brother. "I'm right here" He walked up to you. Before he could get any closer, Lo'ak got in front of you pushing the boy in the chest. "Step back cuz" "What are you her boyfriend? Pretty scrawny for a boyfrie-" Before he could say anything else you punched him in the face. "Say something again" You looked at him on the ground, holding the area you punched. Lo'ak lightly pushed you behind. "She had to do it for me. Next time it won't be her, don't have her name in your mouth again" "And control your weirdo of a sister" You added from behind him. Lo'ak family was all behind you witnessing this unfold. The boy scrambled up off the ground, running away. "Damn I didn't know you could punch like that" Lo'ak pulled you in by your waist, his family groaned as they all walked away.

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"Wanna go see Payakan? I haven't seen him in a while" He held your hand as he lead you towards the water. "Yeah of course" You two headed out towards Three Brothers Rocks, Lo'ak started calling for Payakan. He came up behind you saying hello. "Hello brother, remember Y/N, my wife" You were shocked by what he called you while talking with Payakan. He looked at you and smiled. Payakan responded [Yes I remember. You talk about her all the time]. "Hey" Lo'ak shooed Payakan. "What did he say?" "Nothing, nothing important" You nodded your head. You two talked to Payakan for a few hours, until it was eclipse, "Bye brother, I will see you soon" "Bye Payakan" You gave him a goodbye kiss. "He said thank you" "You're welcome" You rode back while fooling around with each other. You got back just in time for dinner, Neytiri was strict about that.

{the next day| Lo'ak's POV}

I was trying to catch some fish for Y/N when a girl came up to me. "Hello what's your name?" I ignored her at first, in case Y/N was around. She got impatient and tapped my shoulder. "I have a girlfriend" "So what. I was just asking for your name" "Lo'ak now bye" "So feis-" "Excuse me?" As I expected. "Woah you're beautiful" "Thank you, now I'd like for you to get away from my "feisty" boyfriend. Please and thank you" You gave the girl a fake smile as she slowly walked away. "I knew you were around" i said while taking the fish off of my arrow. "You did good" She rubbed my back. For some reason I felt something from that. Praise from her was my weakness. She helped me with the rest if my fishing. As we were walking back, a boy approched her. "Hey are you Y/N?" "Yes. What do you want" She had that attitude she always has. I loved it. "I wanted to let you know that you're really pretty and I'd like to take you out" "Uhm do you not see my boyfriend standing right next to me?" "Oh I thought that was your brothe-" She slapped him quickly "Don't you ever again, say something like that to my Lo'ak" She walked away. I caught up with her. I put down the fish and turned her so I could kiss her. "God I love you" I kissed her passionately as she held me in her arms.

#lo'ak te suli tsyeyk'itan #avatar loak #avatar x you #avatar 2 #avatar #atwow #lo'ak x you #lo'ak fanfiction

[a-pocket-full-of-rodents]

And so on Judgement Day I am not worried.

What is there to fret over the presence of the divine?

And I know I have already let my grandparents bury their grandchild,

But what has ever been the harm in a little teeth and claws?

What am I if not an old portrait on a desk somewhere?

Judgement day is creeping closer and I have never felt more doomed.

Another bath should cleanse me hopelessly free of myself.

On Mondays I work at an art gallery that has exactly one hole near the ancient history section and a puddle near the impressionism.

It doesn't pay well and it makes me cry more than anything but when has art ever done the opposite? When have I been able to gaze into oils and truly admit I had not unravelled myself a thousand times over to recognise it?

And anyway this art gallery has all these sculptures and to tell you the truth I'm more of a portrait man myself but there is one that has lived through every last rendition of me yet

And he sits at the back behind a peeling gate and his artist statement is broken over with blood and small hands and he's nothing special, really, and it's silly to wax poetics about sticks in the mud

But I think I like it no more than I have grown fond of it. As every morning I touch-up the glaze and I paint him over in fresh polish and I fix up his skin with new, uncracked clay

And you know I'm standing here, a bleeding corpse with an eye for the wretched, and I wonder just how old this really is? Cuz sure, it's got the date of creation (day of mourning, day of funeral bells) right there next to it but oh god he's been sculpted and twisted so often is it even him anymore? Is any part of him whole?

When I repair the cracking in his skin what am I adding? What did I just take away? When my father scrubbed this artwork and when his father and his father and his did the same they weren't really cleaning so much as they were praying, huh? How much of this clay has been set from the beginning? How much modernism seeps in his bones?

My english teacher tells me poems aren't meant to be this long, Monty, you're meant to break them up into little words and say only the essentials so if I make a cut here and here and you can see, can't you, how condensed it now is? How much more palatable your words sound now that you aren't rushing them?

And when I went home that day and carved Eve's rib out and shaved my head and dumped my words heaved over into my sink until they clogged I think I understood. And I think, this understanding of relatability, of "is this even really a poem you're just saying things by now", I think that gave me the driving force to submit my resume

And so I think, Father, forsaken as you may be, I was not right and it was immoral and still you are wrong to deny me my wings and still you are wrong to chain my knees to your temple and god I know pretty little girls like me aren't any good for begging or howling or cursing but really when you've taken all my teeth and they've been stained a horrible shade of yellow and the tips are sharp as the claws on the lambs feet no Father I do not repent for myself and yes Father I will drag this helpless screaming body down your catacombs through my digestive track out of the gates of eden and Yes father I will love love love in anyway I can and No father I quite like my disgustingly miserable face and honestly I can't even recall what this was about and I don't know why your churches get the best architecture when there is an art gallery right next door do you see it? Do you see me? Exit stage left on the cabaret of displacement look at your beautiful lamb close your eyes and enjoy the buffet and so, in the grand scheme of things, Father, I think your prophetic day of Binaries will do me no good and I think I will skip today's pressured reinvention and then tomorrow I will wipe at my sculpture as I always do and I will wipe and scrub and clean it completely free of fingerprints of humanity of relation and I will clean this hollowed-out misshapen shell of a man as I always do as I always have and as you never cared to and Father I swear to you I will make something holy of your hands creation and I swear to you I will make something of this body. I swear to you I will not kill the one thing that I love.

On Monday mornings I take the blade and I carve myself up and on Monday evenings I take my artwork home wrapped in an almost smothering sheet.

Baths are good remedies for atheism, I have found.

And devotion is nice for Hell but really who's keeping score nowadays?

Portraits are not so good for the escapists, but there is always the chisel,

And wool on a lamb glints dark in the shadows of claws and howls.

And I do feel bad about mutilating that sweet grandchild of theirs into a burnt family portrait, I must admit.

But Jesus watches me scrub my hands till they bleed gold and he sees me puking up prayers over Sunday dinner so what's the fear in a little Religion?

Judgement day never seems to end and I am hopelessly doomed.

#poetry #poets corner #poets on tumblr #art #queer poetry #trans #trans poetry #queer art #trans art #heeheehoohoo #oh boy don't we love A Feeling

[mayceez]

Really long Vent post. Cuz I just gotta say something into the void.

I've had a really difficult time. It feels like I live one crisis to another sometime and now a new one.

I can't go into full detail as I don't have the energy but I lost my job and now effectively both me and Hazel are unemployed.

It all happened so fast. I was being praised for doing an amazing job. And suddenly everything changes. It's all so hard to process. I genuinely gave it my all and then some. Coming in early and skipping my lunches. Working at home off duty because I knew work would pile up and cause problems for everyone. And like a fool, I didn't collect over time cuz I didn't want to cause problems. I figured it was for my own piece of mind. I never realized till now how much of a workaholic I became. It was no wonder why I always had little energy and drive. (I withdrew and I was hardly around with any friends. I couldn't do it. Drawing and other hobbies just.. I couldn't do them anymore )

I wasn't in trouble because of that. I got in trouble because I stood up to director in another branch who became increasingly hostile in emails and harassing. Even came up to me in person to chew me out in front of me training someone. I couldn't take it anymore so I pulled my boss who got her boss (my agency director) and we had a sit down..and the director just had nothing but venom and disappointment to me.

I took it upon myself to learn extra things and the initiative to implement because I could do it faster than out sourcing. (running insurance verification, networking directly with other agencies, Office safety corrections like Fire safety ect) but according to the director, that was all "standard" in other agencies. Lest we forget I took these ELECTIVLY and unprompted. It wasn't in my job description or list of duties. But I being automatically compared to other agencies who supposedly do that by default. That..hardly seems fair.

I took a couple days off suddenly because I realized work stress was getting to me. My direct boss approved and agreed. Yet this director thought I was a liability. This director stated I wasn't a 'team player ' cuz I stood up for myself. But that's just causing trouble.

So I was given an ultimatum. Resign or be terminated. Either way, immediately. I was pressured to resign under the guise ' It'll be better for your resume' . Now I'm finding out Unemployment financial assistance is hard to get If you willingly leave. Willingly resign. I got played out and left hang to dry. I'm still going to push for it and gods be granting I'll be accepted. I hope.

But that's termination of health benefits and insurance. I'm trying to push COBRA and I hope that works out too.. but either way, my Gender surgeries have AGAIN grinded to a halt.

Time after time, I get close to bottom surgery. Top surgery. So close to having my own damn boobs. Getting rid of what's between my legs. But again SOMETHING happens. That's 3 times now? I can't keep doing this. I'm 34 now and I still can't catch a break. I still can't get my body corrected one way or another.

So I'm fighting a really bad spiral. My dysphoria is an all time sky rocket high alongside my dysmorphia. I'm trying to figure finances with Hazel and work out a plan. I need COBRA to go through because I don't want a lapse in my HRT..the list just goes on.

I'm tired and exhausted and I had to scream into the void . I guess I feel a bit better after writing it out. I just really need peace of mind and my body not to be this ugly wrong filth. I don't even got fur or cute paws, at least make my physical 'gender' the right thing Universe. I hate living like this. I can't stand it anymore.

At least I have some tournament winnings. I can keep going for awhile for fun.

#vent #personal life

[fanatichistory]

Was trolling around and came across this beautiful meme and thought...well hey...idea

The idea turned more into a story the more I wrote, my apologies 😅, and said story starts off with Aaron ( Caretaker) and Devana (Whumpee).

Scene Prompt 16!

Cw: at the end its made like a character dies but the mushroom is magical, be that as it may it is still a character death mention until effects kicks in just in case that affects anyone

*I have edited best I could, it is really lengthy teehee 

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"You ready to go on an adventure?"

Devana turned to the voice of her best friend, Aaron, entering the kitchen while she finished tying off her hiking boots.

"You bet. Say, are you Sam or Frodo in this analogy?"

"Definitely Sam."

"So, mushrooms...where does one find the mooshy wittle mushrooms." Aaron spared a gleeful side-eye as they both exited her house and made for the woods out back.

Aaron knew a lot about plants, trees and yes, mushrooms, as well as how to make all sorts of things from them.

Devana figured it was a requirement of being a witch and part of living and learning the natural world.

Ever since learning the secret of all things that go bump in the night and that her best friend had learned a trick or two, not quite harry potter style but no less awesome, suggesting she tag along with him on these foraging excursions was a way she could learn more about his world.

Not just for curiosity's sake, though she had an academic urge to learn and sponge as much as he offered to share, but it was because they've been besties since elementary school and she couldn't fathom a part her life, or his, where they didn't share or take part in the other's.

"So, I've lost you to the zone have I?" Aaron chuckled as he led her down the familiar forest path they took as kids to the creek.

"Yeah. Didn't think we were heading for the creek today..." The sun shrine through the canopy of the trees as the wind picked up and gently rustled the leaves. She loved being out in the woods.

"Well you brought up mushrooms and I am looking for a particular kind..." Aaron paused and turned back to look at her as if silently questioning. But she knew what it meant and burst out giggling and doubled over.

"No way! You're looking for actual magic mushrooms?"

"How astute of you to deduce this."

Devana laughed even harder while he rolled his eyes at her and dug in his pack for a few seconds before pulling out a small book and tossing it over to her.

"Page 34, that's the mushroom. I'm making, or attempting rather, an invisibility potion." He explained while running a nervous hand through his ashen blonde hair.

Devana had turned to the page and skimming the paragraphs, noting the illustrations of the mushroom he wanted as well as his nerves.

"Question."

"Yes, my young Palawan learner?" He tried to tease with a half upturned smile.

"Why you nervous and in need of an invisibility potion?" She closed the book and walked up to him and placed a hand on his shoulder so he was turned to face her.

"Are you in trouble with the ooga boogas?"

He gave her a wan smile and turned fully to face her as he placed both hands on her shoulders.

" I'm fine Dev, I swear. The potion isn't for me it's to help a friend of mine. One who haven't met yet cuz he's...well, a bit dangerous right now. He's in deep shit and I wanna have this potion on standby. Among other things..."

"So he's the one surrounded by the ooga boogas. Hence the deep shit?"

Aaron let go and resumed walked leaving her to follow before he finally answered.

"He's the king of the ooga boogas, Dev."

She let out a whistle and opened the book back up to page 34 and looked over information again.

There was also no way he'd elaborate further. She knew she could only ask questions about plants and fungi and animals. Oh and weather stuff and how he was able to manipulate it. But that was it.

"What happened to you just hugging trees and petting rocks?"

Aaron whipped around at her but she jumped out of the way laughing as they rough-housed for a bit before resuming their magic mushroom search.

"According to your book, it's blue and it likes water...probably why it's blue if I remember your lessons on color associations and symbolisms in the natural world."

Aaron smirked and feigned surprised at her as they finally arrived at her family's creek.

"You have been paying attention!"

"I wasn't just being curious for the sake of discovering your witchy secret. I'm you're best friend, family, I want to be a part of your world and help you any way I can Aaron."

Devana started scoping the banks of the creek for the elusive mushroom while he processed this but she continued anyway.

"I know you keep me out of it, and living out here in the middle of the woods on the family homestead makes it easy to do. But I only call the scary things 'ooga boogas' because you keep me too ignorant to call them by anything else."

"Dev... I'm trying to keep you alive. Keep you human at least." Aaron wasn't doing much looking, focused more so on his best friend with her back turned to him who was more hurt than he realized.

"Ignorance isn't protection. It's not bliss." She was only half looking at the moment, walking down the side of the creek while keeping her back to him. Devana didn't want him to see how mad she was. No, not mad, hurt.

"You're right, it's not. But there are rules, laws.. you're not even supposed to know the amount of information that you do! It's enough to sentence you to death!"

Devana looked up then at him as realization registered on her features.

"But I don't know anyone else, I only know you..."

"And by law that's enough. There's so much you don't know Dev, please understand I'm doing this for your protection. Not out of spite or anything. "

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes before placing her hands on her hips while he went "uh oh" and braced himself.

"I'm not going to pretend to understand. I'm going to continue to be your bestie, we are gonna find this mooshy mushroom cause I'm starting to feel frustrated that we haven't yet and I also want to go finish my chores for the day. Crack open a book, eat a burger or something...I don't know...." She trailed off, her eyes wandering back to the creek.

Aaron offered a small reassuring smile and handed her some of the trail mix he packed in the bag.

"I'm sorry Dev."

"Don't be." She gave him a smile back and resumed the search as he waded through the creek to reach the other side. "Besides, you're hands are pretty much tied I guess. Can't fault you there really."

"You're being awfully nice, all things considered. Thought you might make me beg for awhile yet?" He questioned her cautiously as he was bent over in the dirt, digging into the embankment.

Devana, herself was bent over the embankment on her side of the creek searching for the mushroom, as she chuckled to herself.

" I would but the realization that you're treating and managing me like my parents when you promised not to is payback enough."

She chuckled harder when he audibly groaned as the truth sunk in.

"The creek, Dev! I'm so sorry... I wasn't thinking..." She heard him wading back over as she spied the bright blue top of the star of the day and sidestepped him to go collect it instead. "I was so consumed by my needs I forgot about yours. You say you're fine all the time but I should know better-"

Aaron was cut off by a voice a weight sunk his chest.

"-Well look who's out in the woods all alone and without the protection of his king..."

They both turned to the new voice entering the conversation as a well dressed man in a suit, looking more like a cross between an account and a bodyguard, continued to speak.

"...time for you to die now, witch."

"Aaron run!" Devana grabbed his arm and tried to pull him in a direction to run. Any direction.

"It won't matter and I'm not leaving you Dev so don't tell me to do that again." He yanked his arm free and stepped between the beefcake accountant and his best friend.

"Cute, but I have a job to do and it is completed upon you're death" With that the beefcake accountant rushed forward in a blur of speed that neither of them could keep pace with and grabbed Devana by the neck and tore into her with his teeth, a feral like sound escaping him while a shrill scream escaped her.

Aaron whipped around as lightening sparked from his fingers and spread up his arms as his hair raised with the electricity.

Sensing this, and the rising magic and anger in the witch, the vampire beefcake accountant tossed Devana behind him and further dismissed her as he rushed the young witch to do battle.

Devana had landed on the embankment with the mushroom within reach. It's bright, almost clear blue color almost glowing. As the sounds of fighting reached her and the throbbing in her neck reminding her she was alive, she would have chalked the glowing of the mushroom up to blood loss.

Until she heard the whispers.

With Aaron out of her peripheral vision she had no idea if he was using his harry potter magic juju stuff or if he was getting his throat ripped out like just she did.

But the whispers assured her he was okay. That they could save her, heal her....

Aaron dispatched of the vampire beefcake accountant, leaving his limbs strewn about the forest floor in his anger before finally coming to his senses and looking around for his friend. "Devana? Dev?Dev?!"

He spied her body sprawled across the embankment and ran over to her. Just in time to see her eat the blue mushroom.

"Devana! No, what are you doing?" He fell to her side and saw the blood pooled around her, the gaping twin holes her neck were jagged and fresh blood still flowed from the wound.

Quickly applying pressure as she weakly blinked up at him, she placed a hand on his reassuringly as tried to stem the flow of blood.

"It's okay, the mooshy said so...I couldn't leave you...when you...were in-in danger.."

"You ate it, Dev, that potion is poured onto objects or persons to render them invisible. It's not to be ingested. The mushroom is poison! Do you understand me? Supernaturally poisonous"

"Or blue raspberry flavored...which it was..by the way.."

"What?!"

"The mooshy...mushroom...tastes like...blue raspberry...slushies...from the movies..."

"Dev? Stay with me okay, you can't go. You have to stay with me." Aaron kept one hand on her neck wound to keep the pressure on as the blood continue to drain from her body.

His other hand pulled out his phone as the voice of his friend's secretary answered the call. Mentally cursing to himself for dialing the work number and not his private number, he forced himself to keep composure.

"Please inform the king that it is Aaron calling from his mobile, I would like to discuss the terms of our agreement for the upcoming event. Also, tell him to pack an umbrella. It's raining."

Hanging up the phone he looked down at Devana's face, who looked as if she had fallen asleep, but he knew better.

He could no longer feel her life force and he had no idea if she died from the wounds caused by the vampire attack or by the magic mushroom that let her relive her favorite childhood memory with her parents at the movies.

And as the tears fell down from his face onto hers it was indeed raining.

Unknown to Aaron was that the magic in the mushroom did more than conceal objects and people and allow them to relive fond memories...

#whump community #whump scenario #scene prompt #blue raspberry flavor #way longer than i expected it to be #will be back to edit #all i did was see a meme and go ope storytime #human whumpee #witch caretaker #beware the ooga boogas #Devana and Aaron my ocs #vampire whump #caretaker x whumpee #whump prompt #protective caretaker #writer community #writing #my ocs

[theasexuwhalestuff]

Thoughts while watching Part III of the Kenobi Series

Looking at the title card for the umpteenth time and wondering why tf they couldn't just have gone with Kenobi. Most people already call it that instead of his full name. Lesser chance for confusion, and sounds way better. Similar ring to Andor.

Was looking forward to seeing Obi-Wan resume his panic/anxiety attack and completely lose his shit. But I guess him calling out to his master for the millionth time also works.

But seriously, Qui-Gon you bitch where are you when your son needs you answer him FFS.

I really have to commend Ewan for his portrayal of Obi-Wan during this stage of his life. I know he's mentioned that he's had to relearn Obi-Wan's accent, and I can hear hints of his Scottish accent coming through, but something else still sounded off. It took me a while to figure out the way his whole inflection and tone had changed. This was a conscious choice on Ewan's part, since the Obi-Wan he's playing now is very different to the one he's played before. He's portraying a broken, dejected man, and it's reflected in the way he speaks and interacts with the world around him. He doesn't help the Jedi who sought him out, and is unwilling to help Bail. His attitude towards Leia borders on indifferent and in this episode he even snaps at her, saying not everyone is good. I mean sure she can be annoying and something of a know-it-all, but I don't think I could ever have imagined Obi-Wan snapping at a child during the prequel era. Gone are his easygoing smile, the somewhat dramatic cadence of his voice, and the sarcastic remarks. Goes to show just how much research and care has been put into the state the character is in at this point in time. A person's experience is truly what shapes them, and here we're fortunate enough to get a glimpse of who this man could be in much different circumstances, and just how much he can bend before he breaks.

Mapuzo is a nice planet. I like the aesthetic.

Leia's actress, Vivien Lyra Blair was likely only 8 years old during filming, and it doesn't help that she easily looks like she could be 6 at the youngest. Adorable and very talented though. I've seen some of her other work.

Leia stepping up to the role of caretaker, because really, this man needs some serious help.

Damn, Order 66 rlly did a number on the great Negotiator, huh? Man can barely form words.

Why tf is this dumbass wandering around planet-to-planet in his old Jedi robes and the most Jedi-looking outfit in existence. Couldn't have picked out a different colour?? Different style and cut of clothes?? You're public enemy number one, man. Common sense be flying out the airlock.

That slip-up in front of the troopers gave me second-hand embarassment.

Ok, nice save. Negotiator back in his element, kinda.

Aw, Obi saying he wishes he could say he was Leia's father, and being soft to her 😭

Remembering his parents and his baby brother goddamnit.

But why tf are they talking so freely at the back of that space truck.

Ok, I love that unlike in the prequels, The Mandalorian and The Book of Boba Fett, the fight scenes here are a lot slower since Obi-Wan is woefully out of practice, but is still kicking ass cuz well, Stormtroopers.

Leia running to Obi-Wan exactly the same way Grogu ran to his papa after being snatched by those bandits in Season 2 😭😭😭

Leia looking distraught and hugging Lola, so Obi-Wan goes to comfort her 😭❤

Quinlan Vos lives??? Also, Obi-Wan's tiny smile at finding out his little shit of a friend is still alive.

Reva starting to piss me off ngl.

Vader suddenly appearing with his saber scared the shit outta me.

Man rlly just took out his lightsaber only to immediately bolt outta there lmao.

Ok but when did lightsabers get so thick.

Im sorry but why are you walking away from Vader?? RUN my dude.

Yeah, this is why I loved The Mandalorian so much. Sick of Jedi and Sith devilry, and watching the SAME two men trade lightsaber blows, fucking boring. There's more to Star Wars than the fucking Jedi. Pls no more Jedi in future Mando seasons, Favloni 🤲

No rlly, how is he gonna come back alive after this? He's barely hanging onto life.

Yeah man, he's right. Really shoulda skewered this asshole when he choked his pregnant wife nearly to death. A child-killer not to mention.

I can already hear the dudebros lamenting the quality of the last epic duel lmfao.

WTF ANAKIN, DON'T BARBECUE YOUR DAD-BROTHER.

Letting Leia go alone was a stupid ass decision, but Tala and NED-B to Obi-Wan's rescue!

Run, Leia, run.

#kenobi series #kenobi spoilers #obi-wan kenobi #leia organa #qui-gon jinn #quinlan vos #darth vader #reva #ewan mcgregor #vivien lyra blair

[biblicallyaccuratebeskar]

Metal Home

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Chapter 6/22: ~1.8K words

Purpose

“So, what’s this guy’s name again?”

“Greef Karga. He’s a Guild agent, who I see to get new jobs.”

“And the Guild is your bounty hunting club, right?”

He didn’t respond to that. I guess “club” wasn’t the right word for it. The main town on Nevarro was crowded and seedy as hell. Everywhere I looked it seemed there was some nefarious activity being undergone.

“Don’t stare,” Mando murmured. I snapped my eyes forward. “Listen to me,” he said as we approached the tavern, “when we get in there, I’ll do the talking. They are going to look at you, want to know why you’re there. You’re there because you’re with me. Understood?”

I nodded as the door snapped open and, I shit you not, the tavern went silent.

He walked in first, beskar clinking in the pin drop quiet. As I followed him I could feel the eyes on me and heard some snickers. He sat down in a booth across from a man with a graying beard.

The bearded man, Karga I presumed, looked around with quirked eyebrows. “Nothing to see here, folks. Back to your drinks,” he called out, waving over a droid to bring us three glasses of green alcohol. Activity resumed and the volume heightened around us. “Well, Mando, I admit this is unexpected,” he drawled out, flashing a charming smile at me. “Who is this lovely lady gracing us with her presence?”

I saw Mando give a slight nod out of the corner of my eye. “Larkin Vega,” I said. “I’m his co-pilot.”

Karga chuckled. “Ah, co-pilot. I see. Didn’t think you had it in you Mando. Thought you were more of a...lone wolf type.”

“Yeah, try to make small talk with him in the middle of a desert.” It tumbled out of my mouth before I could stop myself. Karga had a hearty laugh out at that. Mando’s helmet slowly turned to look at me. Oops.

“Oh, I like her,” Karga said, clinking his glass to mine on the table and taking the shot. Mando took our glasses and placed them on a passing droid’s tray.

“So,” Karga said, squinting from the liquor, leaning forward, “is it true you got Xila? I mean I’m not surprised, but I am impressed.” The feeling in the tavern shifted. Conversations dimmed, and once again I felt eyes carving over us.

“We’re here for new jobs,” Mando responded, low and serious. Karga smiled at that. “Ah, but of course.” He reached in a bag and produced three bounty pucks.

“What’s the intel on these?” Mando asked. Karga looked a little taken aback.

“Intel! I admit I’m not very prepared. You usually take jobs and ask questions later. But, here’s what I do know.”

He told us about each of the bounties, mentioning their reputations, their histories. I listened as intently as I could, but it all seemed like a foreign language to me. Mando, however, gave no hint of anything aside from stoic confidence. For the first time I was jealous I didn’t have a mask too. My face wouldn’t betray anything under beskar. After Karga finished, Mando pointed to the pucks on the right. “We’ll take these two.”

Karga was obviously confused by this. His eyes flicked over to me and then back to Mando. “You’re sure? I picked all of these out for you myself.”

Suddenly, I felt a presence by my side. I looked over into the gut of a massive man, looming over me like I was an hors d'oeuvre being passed out by one of the droids.

“Pretty little things like you don’t come around here too often,” he leaned down, muttering at me. He smelled like he’d nearly drowned in beer. I kept my gaze forward, watching Karga roll his eyes in annoyance. “And with a...woahhh a Mandalorian?” he continued, swaying. I saw Mando place his hand over his blaster. “I can do better for ya. I have...I have a face! I bet he’s just hiding under all that beskar ‘cuz he’s scared. Isn’t that right, Mandalorian?” Mando’s hand squeezed over the weapon.

“We are undergoing a business transaction here,” Karga interjected, with frantic diplomacy. “Carry on,” he said, waving towards the door.

“Oh no. Noooo. Not until he shows his face! Comes in here with his little fuck toy all high and mighty and won’t even-“

BANG!

My ears rang as the shot flew past me. The man hit the ground dead, chest smoking. Mando put his gun back in the holster, scooped up the two pucks and was out the door, boots heavy on the floor. The tavern resumed its normal volume as soon as he left.

I swallowed. “It was very nice meeting you,” I said to Karga, before rushing around the body and out to follow him.

Running outside the tavern, I spun around trying to catch a glimpse of metal. There he was, still walking like someone had lit his cape on fire.

“Mando! Hey, Mando!” He slowed, hearing my voice, turning when I caught up.

“What the hell was that?” I nearly shrieked, prompting some looks from others passing by. He handed me the pucks.

“Take these back to the ship. I need speak with someone before we leave.”

“Oh, okay, so we’re just going to fly right by what just happened? You just killed a guy for being a nuisance! I could have taken care of it!”

“I don’t doubt you could have.”

I shoved the pucks in my pocket. “Fine. Have fun with your little friend.”

I walked back to the ship, dodging the townsfolk and trying to ignore the odd warmth spreading in my chest.

——

He came back after an hour or so. I’d busied myself with tuning up the hardware on the exterior under the left wing. It was, as I suspected, a bit of a wreck, but fixable. Always fixable.

It was cold in the hull, so I was warming up outside. I’d noticed that the night before, trying to sleep. I was so tired falling asleep was no difficulty, but when I woke up I couldn’t stop shivering. If Mando noticed, he didn’t say or do anything in response. I was tightening another bolt when I heard his incoming footsteps.

I wasn’t going to engage when he came back, still offended by what happened in the tavern, but he stopped, apparently waiting for me to come to him.

I sighed and looked over to see him holding something that looked like a shiny metal box. And, by the Maker, I was intrigued.

“What is that?” I called, coming out to meet him. I guess he’d gotten it from the person he was talking to, whoever that was.

“This,” he said, and was that excitement in his voice? “is a Rising Phoenix.”

Now that I got a good look at it, I realized, both thrilled and horrified-

“Did you get a jetpack?! And holy shit, is it beskar, too?”

A Mandalorian jetpack, stars above. He placed it on his back, clicking it onto the armor plate.

“I was trained in the Rising Phoenix when I was a boy, but...it’s been a while,” he said, shifting from one foot to another. The thrusters burst to life with the press of a button on his wrist. I could feel the heat from a few paces away. The thrusters strengthened and I backed away, ready to be entertained by his epic Mandalorian thing, per usual.

It sputtered into a stream of flame and he looked up, posture ready as it thrusted him into the air.

It made him hop just over a foot in the air like a womp rat. He just barely got his footing when he came crashing back down after a whopping two seconds of air time.

I slapped a hand over my mouth to hide my smile. Oh, Maker, this was going to be a million times better than I was expecting.

He grunted and tried again, this time the jetpack sending him backwards. He flopped to the ground on his back and it thrusted as he laid there, sending him shooting away from the ship across the dirt.

“Mando!” I yelled, just barely getting sound out as I laughed.

He was wrestling with it on the ground like he was trying to tame an animal. It looked like the jetpack was winning.

“Ok, ok, I’m coming,” I gasped out, finally feeling a little sympathy. He had managed to pin it and shut it off and he was just laying there, staring up at the sky as if to ask “why.”

I reached him, laying down next to him on the hard ground.

“You’re ok, right?” I asked after a brief period of quiet.

“Yes,” he responded, and I could hear the clench in his jaw. That got me laughing again and I covered my face with my hands.

“So it’s been a while, huh?”

“Yes, it has been.” He groaned a bit as he sat up. “I’ll just need practice.”

I giggled a bit at that and he looked over at me.

“I’m sorry about the tavern.”

An apology was unexpected, and it sobered me.

Mando, I’d begun to notice, was very purposeful. With every action or word uttered from his mouth he had a goal in mind, and more often than not, that goal was executed with precision. With him there was no wasted time, no wasted breath. That’s why I knew he was serious.

“Thank you,” I said softly. “He was a dick, anyways.”

He let out a breathy laugh at that, and I laughed with him. It felt good, sharing something with him that wasn’t serious. Standing, I offered him my hand, and he took it.

“I’ll need to go back into town for food and supplies. I’ll be back before dusk,” he announced.

Before he went, he came with me back to the ship to drop off the Rising Phoenix. I wouldn’t have touched that thing with a ten foot pole after the spectacle I’d just witnessed.

When he returned, he brought food with him as well as some parts I needed. I ate while I finished the job outside, giving him privacy to have a meal by himself. It had become a weird little routine of ours. There was some comfort in at least knowing he was a being that ate food.

It was later into the night when I was done. He’d shown me how to lock up the hull myself, so when I came inside and found it empty I assumed he’d already gone to the cockpit for the night. Yawning, I stretched out my back as I made my way over to the bed, and stopped dead in my tracks.

Waiting on the mattress was a massive woven blanket, folded neatly into a plush square. He had noticed I was cold.

No wasted actions. No wasted attention.

And damn, that blanket was comfy.

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[thetoaddaddy]

i goofies a little during the interview ;A; about timing on extensions cuz im used to doing one week fills not 4 week on myself so im fast as fuck on that. So I’ll clarify on that when I go back in cuz it’s bothering my ocd brain and I don’t wanna embarrass myself when I get extension clients. But im happy i landed a practical interview! The owner was really informative and chill. She seems to really understand im a little out of practice and willing to educate me. Gave me way better vibes than my last job did. Its only part time but if i get it i can work on my side biz and maybe other at home practicing as well as continuing education/certifications! She was all about that sort of thing and happy im willing to keep going after certifications.

She asked me a lot about my experiences as a cashier. Most interesting question i got was if i got an opportunity in six months at somewhere else would i take it? Which i said depending if i fit well here and if i could do both i would consider it. Which she talked a lot about loyalty which is what she’s looking for. Which i get. I thought i goofed up until she said “you are loyal under the right leadership which i see here at ur cash job. So if I can be the right leader to you I believe you’d stay loyal here.” Which damn. Interesting question and a great perspective! I am pretty loyal under good leadership. I’d say im pretty low maintenance all i really need is decent coworkers and a real schedule. So I agree. I’m a good follower if I respect my leader lol.

She asked me why I was only at my last job for a few months and I told her because of scheduling issues. I had to ask every day and would have to prod and pester for my hours. To which she was surprised by. I wonder if she’ll call em… I didn’t mention the environment got pretty toxic. I didn’t put them as a reference on my resume cuz I know they won’t respect the law about not giving a poor reference. But hey i respond best to good leadership. Not weenies with a vendetta against my school that fuck over new graduates to get back at them. So that was my interview! I just felt like sharing cuz im amped up >w<

#🌺 ooc #deets about my interview

[queencryo]

two days ago, red and i woke up in laramie wyoming, with a battle plan. that is to say, paralyzing uncertainty and anxiety. i checked out of our hotel, and asked some advice. locals said that going south on US289 would probably be safe, so we did just that. it was... laughably fine, lmao. i was still terrified, but i spent most of the time after we got out of town (and saw that it was legitimately just fine lmfao) planning. winter storm was coming in later that evening, that would close off pretty mluch every mountin opass north of the panhandle. i spent a lot of time on reds phone checking utah DOT websites, google maps, planning out routes. it felt like a flurry of activity, all routed thru a cell phone that wasnt even mine.

Come colorado, i took over a bit west of denver. not realizing that ahead of us in our route was a huge mountain pass at like 12000 feet elevation. it waas kind of terrifying. thank fucking god it was entirely dry with only small patches of ice.

a little after that, we agreed to ride through utah, then soithwest along to new vegas as was the original plan two weeks ago. only problem was that the mountain pass in monticello was likely to be blocked by the storm. so we drove as fast as fucking possble to moab, along the way speeding by numerous beautiful mountains n shit. red took over a bit before moab, and i resumed freantically monitoring road conditions. we also stopped at like three gas stations in moab, getting a coffee in each one and asking if they thought the monticello pass would stay clear. the consensus was 'idk yeah probably'.

we get to monticello. its snowing. off the road, theres a good foot or so of buildup. we followed a garbage truck for a while, but pulled in at a gas station when it did. to assess. the clerk said eh just follow a plow and youll be fine. i go to the bathroom, where the fuckl is red.... why is there an eighteenwheeler where our car was. oh, she and the car are stuck in the snow in the next parking lot over. apparently she had to move the car to get out of the way of the truckers who were now moving to the fistfighting stages of arguing about fifty feet away. fighting stances n shit, yelling. I went inside to get help, since i didnt know what i was doing. got help from a family who was at subway (mostly the dad, josh). he didnt know stuff, but he gave me the confidence and additional pushing that i needed to plan and execute helping alice do a three point turn to get baclk to tjhe travelled portion of the road. thanks josh!

a lil after that, a sbowplow went by and we attempted to follow it! (engaging with some youths who pulled a scooter from the snow for some reason??? they offered to help us get unstuck but it didnt really be necessary as it turned out!)

and so began our trek down the mountain. it was... scary as FUCK, for me anyway. i remember playing country roads (in part as propitiation to the mountain) and then that one detektivbyran album i listen to. keep my anxiety in check. red did all the snow driving, cuz she learned to drive in new mexico so she knows some stuff abt snow. We couldnt see more than twenty feet ahead of us at basically any time, and she later told me that at multiple points we were actually sliding. waugh. eventually, tho, like 30 minutes or so (felt longer) the snow turned to rain. and the roads were blessedly clear.

shortly afterward, i took over. the plan was to drive as long aspossible due west, along smaller highways, possibly all the way to st. george. neither of us really had it in us thoc 'o we had to stop around 10, in kayenta. still, thats a solid 13 hours of travel, some of them extremely stressful. i dont think we did too bad at all.

yesterday, we went from kayenta to primm. i originally wanted to sleep in goodsprings, but upon cursory research, turns out its a ghost town witha population of 160, no hotels. didnt have it in us to camp last night, so we stayed in the buffalo bill resort and casino. the inspiration for the bison steve resort in nv!! this is honestly the nicest hotel room ive ever been in, and the price is 10 dollars more than our motel 6 in laramie. highly recommend if ur in primm for some reason.

#blog #journal

[drageverywhere]

Ok so I was Team Jack and defended him a lot but I’m starting to see what people were saying about him. When they first broke up he seemed genuinely upset and V seemed irrational. I felt so bad for him and understood why he would want to keep posts of them up. But lately it seems like V is regretting what happened and trying to make up and Jack is the one being aloof and cold and wanting to move on. Which he’s entitled to if thats how he feels we dont know what was said to make him feel that way BUT I noticed he is deleting negative comments on the posts of him saying cute things about vanjie.…but still keeping those posts up? Why would he do that if he’s truly trying to move on now? It feels like he’s not wanting to give the relationship another chance but still trying to cultivate an image using his relationship with V as his resume to do it in a kinda bullshit fake way? Which is gross?? 🤢He’s also started following reality TV castings and casting directors? It’s putting a bad taste in my mouth. If he wants to be famous he should be aware of how this looks cuz it’s not a cute look. I can imagine dating V is challenging lol. But there are so many pros! Aside from the obvious that V is handsome cute funny rich well travelled interesting generous etc V has that irresistible magic vanjie charisma that radiates likeability. It surrounds her so much it touches the people she cares about and signals to us are worthy of our attention making them more special too by association. I dont know if Jack realizes how valuable that is and what he’s giving up if he lets it go. We saw how the same thing elevated B to even greater heights of fame after season 11. Jack has a good singing voice, he’s really pretty, seems to have a fun sense of humor and seems like a nice person. Hes probably very special to the people in his life who love him. But let’s be honest he doesn’t have stop you in your tracks obvious universal specialness like vanjie has to so many people, star quality that everyone feels on a global megastar level. Other than the fact that hes special to vanjie. Which makes him part of Vs magic circle of charm and watchability. Probably the main reason he was even cast on 24 hours of love is cuz he was such a perfect fit for vanjie. I can’t see him being cast or having much of a selling point as a character on another reality show unless its as vanjies ex (which would be GROSS 🤢 and make him immediately so unlikeable 😬) There are thousands of other good looking nice clean cut guys with pretty singing voices and anxiety in LA alone, let alone the country. There’s only one vanjie. Worldwide. It’s like giving up on Beyonce. Being given the opportunity to play the prince charming who won the heart of the gay nation’s sweetheart made Jack someone really special. He was so good at it! It made him endearing. It was probably hard work sometimes but the potential it gave him in return was huge too. If he really does want to be famous so bad he would be dumb not to do everything he can to make his relationship with V work. For the personal reasons of any genuine feelings he has, and because I truly want him and V to be happy if they can be, but also because it’s his best shot at being someone incredible who people want to know about. THAT is what elevates his other talents and qualities to something really special and interesting as a whole unique character people can buy into. When they were dating he seemed to be really good at being a loving boyfriend and making V happy. That’s a character I wanna follow! He should play to his strengths!! For the potential for his future ALONE its worth it. And if he really was in love with V then he also gets to be with the person he loves. And for us as fans we get to see V happy and fall in love with him for making her happy and being a sweet guy. We’ll wanna support him. Win win, no brainer. No matter how difficult V might be to date it cant possibly be more difficult than it would be for Jack to be as charming and likeable and famous and successful as he could be with V’s help and attention.

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[zumpietoo]

I think milly has finally gone off the deep end. She just keeps reposting the same hateful comments/photos for every post and is spewing insults. No originality either. Also not sure why they’re all upset suddenly that cole is trying to be a “cowboy” like he’s literally had those boots forever..? Since even before riverdale? The joke is that he finally wore them out and they’re falling apart not that he’s trying to copycat anything. The comprehension of these trolls I swear 🙄

Oml, are they now freaking out over his footwear??? Haven't even gotten over there, but that's truly batshit...

However (now hijacking your ask).....the last part of my wayback machine series (cuz it deserves to go separately from the other two):

Oh hahaha!!! We can't actually effectively argue anything so just oh hahaha....meanwhile, to facts:

Umm.....during quaranteen she (per her mommmeee) actively tried to get back with him....including Munchausen by proxy with her dog; weeping into the phone camera begging him to come over; the Antelope Valley shoot redo, on its anniversary, with a photographer cosplaying as him; the endless indirecting, the cosplaying Ari, herself; the endless sexual harassment/assaulting, on camera for years after filming resumed (to the point that years later, they still had to film split screen and keep them separated/cast an entirely new woman to pair him with); doxxing him twice; endorsing her flying monkees; now with a dude entirely because the dude vaguely resembles him/bagged on him; her "friendship" with his other loony ex, with whom she has nothing in common (besides dumped by him), used to stalk, bully and harass HER, she's never even met.....

The "Kaia situation" was her own making and she proceeded to cause a firestorm of hate to rain down on Cole entirely because she couldn't accept, again, it was, in fact, oooooverrr.....and that Cole is permitted to have friends....because nothing actually happened between Cole and Kaia....and even if it had? SH were already split AND the one who did the cheating was PP.

Also, once again, how exactly is Cole a "pos"? Y'all always say this, but we neverrrr get anything to back it up.....and no, dude, I get that's your fantasy, but....no. He dumped her, once and for all and was, once he gave himself space to grieve, quite happy about it....(and certainly very happy now....)

And WTF does it matter, even if you were right (no)? Dudes....the ones who need to "move on" are yourselves----or at least explain why you're so obsessed with hating him....

Okay, learn to speak coherently, Silly.....buuut....I thought tracking "likes", etc, was evvvollll????

[silvereternitywrites]

Avatar of Fear

Prompt: "Come to me! Face your fear mortal!" "I fear NOTHING!" "Then I will show you true nothingness!" A few moments pass and the warrior before you is a crumpled mess. Your turn. "Come to me! Face your fear mortal!"

Prompt Source: user IlikethequietZeppo; subreddit “Writing Prompts”

"Which one do you want first?" I asked cautiously.

"Your FEAR!"

I reflected idly that there something familiar about the horned, hulking figure's shape, though I couldn't pin it down.

"I am up an' heard you fine, you do speak so's my damaged auriculars can catch your holy word, but my question remains valid. Your, uh, Grandness? Which one you all up and want me to face first?"

I stepped closer, and if I 'kicked the previous guy' out of my way it put him outside easy stomping range until he had some time to grapple his head back together.

"I DO NOT UNDERSTAND THE QUESTION," the being rumbled. Somehow their quiet tone was more bone-quivering than the yelling.

"I got at least three or four high-level fears, an' all up an' dozens o' the smaller fears, and I gots the AnXiEtY," I sang the last word a little, bobbing my head as I listed. "So like. You want I should start with the itty bitty fears n' work up? Or go straight for the BigNasty? Cuz like. I already don't know what you up and get outta making other people face their terrors, but I got fear n' terror t'SpArE."

The sound of shifting, and the sense he had leaned his chin onto one massive fist as those eyes narrowed in glowing consideration.

"HOW MUCH SPARE? YOU EVER SPILL IT OVER WITHOUT THE INTENTION TO DO SO, LITTLE FEAR-HOLDER?"

"Sometimes," I admitted. "Talk in too much detail and it can up n' spread. Do it matter?"

"WE WILL SEE. SHOW ME THE FEAR THAT SPREADS FASTEST AND FURTHEST AND I WILL DECIDE."

So I did. I gave him my consuming terror that no matter how hard I work or how much I try, I will never be able to make an impact on the world I lived in. How I was afraid of failing those who depended on me, not even necessarily by failing, but by ceasing to be there. My deep-rooted, frightening sadness that I might not be missed, or known, or equally, that my loss might destroy my loved one's vital supports and stability. My fear that, on the other side of mortality, floats /nothing/, that a person simply ceases at death, and all that remains is memories for a generation and a few heirlooms, all of which will be lost to time sooner or later, and if that means what miniscule impact exists then too disappears without being felt-

"STOP, STOP, NO MORRRE!"

I blinked. "I ain't even got to any other fears, that's just th'one that tends ta up and bother me worst," I protested.

"I HAVE NOT HAD FEAR LIKE THAT PUT UPON ME IN TOO MANY AGES TO COUNT. YOU. YOU ARE WHY I AM HERE. I WAS SEARCHING FOR YOU, LITTLE FEARMONGER."

I made an offended noise. "I go outta my way to NOT put the fear in peoples! But you up and ASKED!"

"Yes. And now that I know where my Champion all up and be, I can go back to bed. Resume my nap. Oh- and you clean up these cultists, would you? Tell the next bunch you're an acceptable substitute for me so they don't wake me early again."

"They woke you from a fuckin nap?! Rude," I growled, and he laughed before fading away, and I realized I was in a room full of those purple-robed folks, who I now remembered dragged me and fifty others in here intending to watch us scream and die.

Their fears... I knew what they all were. Every last one of them, written in glowing purple above their heads.

I stepped over the crumpled forms of the others brought in with me; most were dead of shock already except for the three before me, and one of the three living including the guy I'd shoved to the side. I made a note to check back on him- his fear was turning from purple to sorta pinky, like fushia near the middle, and at the start of the word it had begun to glow red as forge coals. Something in me told me he needed privacy, or at least to not be disturbed, as he finished conquering his fear with stubborn grit and Blood, so I stepped over him to put myself between him and the cultists.

My head felt weirdly heavy- then again I remembered one of these fools cracking me upside the skull earlier so I didn't pay it no mind as I picked up two of the decorations they scattered around the desecrated altar.

And as I began to heft them in my hands, flip them, watching the stripes flash before discarding the one for another with a different color but the same weight as the one I still held, I saw their fears grow.

"Grand High don't like bein woken up afore it's time," I said, in a strange, slow, drawling voice. It felt like it was deeper than it should be. With extra growl in it.

"But he up an' said you found his Champion for him, and that save him some work. Might all see the Ticket-Taker after all."

And now their fears were harmonizing, all singing the same tune despite their individual notes, and my lips tilted up into a grin without my permission. Something... sharp, in my mouth, where it shouldn't be sharp, hung over my lip and scraped as my grin stretched a lot wider than I thought it should go. I couldn't worry about it or concentrate, though, not with them singing such a pretty harmony of horror and knowing at me.

"Anybody ever told you," I sighed, and my weight shifted to the balls my bare feet, "if you gonna lay out a right feast, don't be surprised when somebody up an' drops by t'take a bite? And all this fear you laid out up in this room?"

I inhaled deeply, and watched their fear grow one more time.

"This is all up an' lookin fuckin’ DELICIOUS."

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[moondonky]

Lol

Manipulations come in many forms, most of it is harmless to get a desired outcome.. could be a que for u do sumthing.. but I like to have fun,, I like incentives, expect me to do that lol I prolly won't I'll play dumb be koy,, usually they'll want more and more and more, so will i... step it up if ur gonna manipulate me or tease me or play with me, play harder, if thats a game u wanna play ill play too.. say ur at work and expected to do a favor, and then anouther and anouther, once it becomes me just working more,, I'll ask for a raise,, and if I don't get it well no more favors,, but if I do,, and u expect more favors and more and more and more I'll ask for a benifit.. and if I don't get it, back to square one no more favors.. gotta be carefull with me.. cuz if u say well that's ur job ill only do my job cuz I know it isnt and be stubborn about it,, and if u call me out and say I gave u that raise.. I'll be like okay and go back to just a few favors, but keep asking for that benifit.. and when they say well we can't do that ill say they can... I know I'm a hard worker why u keep asking me to do more and more and more favors.. and if they keep playing and ask why I'm here and not there then I'll say cuz I like it here and it's closer,, if u want more favors then hire anouther worker,, and they'll say we don't need that many more favors, and say we'll ill do it give me anouther raise then ull save, cheaper than a benifit,, win win lol temping offer so I'll get it and do more and more and more favors.. but at that point I'm valuable and I have leverage I'm doing all the favors,, so I ask for a promotion, ya know could be better utilized I have potential.. now I'm doing two jobs and all the favors... that's a feat that deserves a benifit.. I'm a partner.. we got a relationship now,, do I not deserve that,, and this is where the line is drawn, cuz now it is about respect as a person, do u even care about me, this is where u see there true colors, did they value u or were they using u... and if they say no,, back to square one now it's personal it's not a game anymore.. they know ur value they know u can do it they know u can do more they know they can rely on u they know ull be there... and if they still don't give me that benifit,, poof I dissapear now u don't have to pay me anything anymore.. now they gotta find someone else.. and I'm fine i saved all that raise added to my resume.. now they got manipulated, hard workers are in high demand, I just didn't wanna be disrespected, I am a person I'm a human, I'm not a slave I'm not a soul in a jar...

Lol effin millenial, why not.. relations and interests, family and friends, I don't let anyone use my energy like that, why would they, if someone wants to play let's play, but I refuse to be manipulated like that, I've already had my fair share of that.. next place I work Ill get benifits from the start.. that's life lol