#that they NEED a winner and that they’re willing to pull out the

[robindrake93]

So did Dr. Gaul just not want any winner for the 10th Hunger Games and that’s why she released her snakes into the arena, knowing they’d kill everything with an “unfriendly” scent or was that another test for Coriolanus. If it was a test and he failed, what was her plan for the Hunger Games winner?

#the ballad of songbirds and snakes #the hunger games #listen i know that there’s an ‘antidote’ if that’s what you want to call it #but every tribute was bitten by multiple snakes multiple times #and it didn’t look like there was anyone waiting to rush in to save the one who only got bit a few times #i assume based on what katniss has said and the whole thing with the double suicide = no winner #that they NEED a winner and that they’re willing to pull out the #tribute who lasted a few seconds longer than the others (ie when the competitors froze to death) #but i don’t actually see how they could have pulled it off in this instance #i’m rereading the book #maybe i’m forgetting something critical and dr gaul calls her snakes to her with a whistle like dogs or something idk #that brings up another interesting thought about the mutts and how long it took to learn to control them #particularly across various species #particularly since the birds had to be hand-caught via nets and couldn’t just be whistled back into a cage #AU where coriolanus just lets lucy grey die in the arena #au number two where dr gaul’s snakes get loose in the capitol and start killing citizens

[ccscocoapuffs]

Lady Dimitrescu NSFW Alphabet (MARCH MADNESS WINNER #4)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) She would be so loving and so gentle after you two have sex. She definitely is the type to pull you closer to her and snuggle you while she orders her servants to get you anything your heart desires.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) Her favorite part of herself is 100% the claws, she loves the beauty of them and the deadliness. They help her achieve protection of her family as well. her favorite part on her partner is your eyes. She is a firm believer that the eyes are a gate way to seeing someone's soul.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) She loves to eat the cum outta you , after you orgasm she immediately goes down on you to get a taste.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) She doesn't really have a lot of secrets she's very open, however she does have a small thing for voyeurism. She would secretly love it if she knew one of the servants was catching a peak of what you two were engaging in.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) She is very well experienced, she knows her away around women the best as that is were her soul attraction is (she's a lesbian change my mind)

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) It really depends on what you two are doing. She loves to scissor so that's for sure a top favorite of hers but if she is using the strap on with you then she loves doggy style the most.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) She is extremely serious, after all this is the time when she feels as though the two of you can show how much love and devotion you have for one another.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) She is very well groomed, however she does have a bit of a bushier appearance down below. The thick black hair matches the gorgeous hair that adorns her head.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) Lady D is a very intimate person, she will light candles for you, lay out rose petals. whatever you desire is yours when it comes to sex with her. She will truly give you her whole heart when it comes to intimacy though.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) She doesn't really masturbate, there is no point when she has you. Even before you came along she had several servants who were more than willing to satisfy their beautiful mistresses needs.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) Lady D likes to keep things interesting in the bedroom hence why she does engage in many kinks. Bondage, blood play, knife play, spanking, and a few others.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) The privacy of her bedroom is valuable to her as it's the one place she tends to let her guard down just a little bit, hence why she cherishes it as her favorite place to have sex with the love of her life.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) A little risky to say the least but if you give her some severe attitude...be prepared is all i will say. Nothing turns her on more than the thought of brat taming.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) anything that involves Heisenberg being around you, she simply can not stand the mere thought of that filthy man thing even speaking to you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) Both giving and receiving are fine to her yet receiving may be a bit of a challenge for her considering well she is 8 foot tall. Though her giving skills are unexplainably good, she prides herself on being able to make you cum with her tongue alone.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) She prefers slow and sensual unless you provoke her. Coming back to the brat taming previously mentioned is truly where she begins to use the much more rough and faster pace of things.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) She doesn't really like quickies they don't allow the time for her to relax with you an enjoy the experience of you two fucking to be completely blunt about it.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) She is always down to experiment with you but she doesn't really like risky, so something like public sex is a no for her. However, if there's a new kink you wanted to try or a new position she would never deny you of that.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) She can go as long as she wants to be honest, another gift of mother Miranda one could say is the stamina. She determines how Manny rounds based on you and your reactions to things but if for some reason you want fucked till you go stupid, she can 100% deliver.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) Yes she actually owns many many toys and has a room in her castle just for such things. Her favorites to use are her paddles and dildos though she does use them solely on her partner.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) She is a major tease to you though she usually gives in once you start whining to her about how much you want it. i suppose you could say she makes you beg for it first.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) She can actually be rather loud in the bedroom, she loves to make sure that you know just how good she is feeling. Though no one in the castle would dare hearing her moans unless they wanted to end up somewhere in the catacombs.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) She would love to have a child with you, now yes giving most likely it's a two female situation here, IVF does exists and she would love to experience that with you. Giving her condition she is most likely unable to carry a child and the thought of you being able to carry one of her babies is thrilling to her simply because the fact whether there is a donor involved or not that is your baby with her.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) Fat ass pussy that what's going on and isn't a damn thing wrong with that.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) I would say her sex drive is overall medium length of high. She does have sex with you a few times a week but it's not like its a schedule if that makes sense.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

She doesn't really fall asleep until much later after you two have sex. She prefers to make sue you are comfortable and taken care of throughout the night before she rests.

#fanfic #alphabet #horror #resident evil #resident evil village #lady dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu x reader

[denim-mixtapes]

Nice List jim hopper

Hiiii thank you for requesting Hopper!! I haven't written anything for him yet because I wasn't sure if there was a demand, but back before season 3/4 he's the only person I read fic for in the ST fandom so I'm happy to get the chance!! I don't really know where this lines up with the canon. Probably somewhere in season 2 but??? Let's just pretend that canon doesn't exist anyway.

Picking out a Christmas Tree with Jim Hopper w/c: 676

Join the Christmas Party!

“Are you gonna tell me why you dragged me all the way out here, Hop?” 

You wring your cold hands together, willing away the shiver that follows as Hopper digs in the back of the pickup truck. 

“You said,” he grunts, fighting with something in the bed, a fierce metallic clunk interrupts his sentence. Pulling what you now recognize as a hacksaw free from the clutter, he huffs and continues, “you said you’ve never had a real Christmas tree.” 

“Oh.”

It’s all you can muster. Your heart cracks at the gesture, the fact that something small you mentioned in passing a few days ago led here, to the middle of nowhere on the outskirts of Hawkins, surrounded by rows and rows of evergreen trees.

“Yeah, oh! Now come on, ’M already freezing.” 

He guides you up the first row of trees with a firm hand on your lower back. Something you’ve learned in your time living with Jim Hopper is that he’s a man of few words. He never has too much to say, and even when he does he struggles to say it. But that doesn’t mean he can’t find other ways to make his feelings known. In small gestures; a fresh pot of coffee before he leaves for work, or throwing your towel in the dryer so it’s nice and warm when you get out of the shower. Or in larger, more grand ones like this, he never fails to make you feel loved. 

“Do you have decorations already?” You ask, lacing your fingers with his and tugging along toward a tree that caught your eye. “I don’t remember you ever having a tree in the past, real or not.” 

He huffs a single, clipped laugh and shrugs, “I think I’ve got some lights out in the shed. Maybe. It’s, ah, been a while since I put one up, you’re right.” He didn’t need to tell you that the lights were leftover from Joyce’s predicament last year, or that the few ornaments he does have aren’t meant for the tree. Not anymore, they’re too special, handmade little things from Sara’s daycare and elementary school holiday parties, a My First Christmas ceramic teddy bear that he can’t bring himself to throw away. You can see his expression go blank at the thought, his hand tightening around yours ever so slightly, but don’t dare mention it.

Humming thoughtfully, you notice that the one that caught your eye has a bald spot in the back and move on. “Well then we’ll just have to start our own collection from scratch!” 

The smile that takes over his features is still a little guarded, but it’s warm despite his apprehension. “Yeah?” He asks, voice thick with emotion, and presses a kiss to your temple. His whiskers tickle against your hairline, cold nose pressing into your skin and sending another shiver down your spine. “I like the sound of that.” 

As you turn the corner to the next row of trees you spot the perfect one, and without thinking you drop his hand and run for it. “This one!” You shout, turning in place and bouncing on your toes. Your excitement is contagious, only encouraging a wider, joyous smile onto his face as he jogs to catch up. “This is it!” 

It’s picture perfect, almost as wide as it is tall, standing just a little taller than your head. The branches are full, evenly spread, and if you didn’t know any better you would say it was store bought. Fresh snow dusts it evenly, glittering in the winter sun.  

From behind Hopper engulfs you in his embrace, thick arms wrapping around your waist, careful of the blade in his hand. He rests his chin on your shoulder, “looks like a winner to me. This the one you want?” 

You don’t give a verbal response, only lean heavier back into his hold and nod. 

With another quick kiss pressed high on the apple of your cheek, he releases you and twirls the saw in hand with a flourish, “then it’s yours.”

#jim hopper x reader #jim hopper/reader #hopper x reader #hopper/reader #hopper drabble #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things reader insert #1k celebration blurb

[estiebestieban]

Esteban/Fernando?

(Affectionately also tagging @sphinxofgrease who asked me for the same ship xoxo) Anyone who has been following me for longer than a day must know that I’m obsessed with their little silly dynamic. There is something so honest about them, the narrative that’s spun between them is so delicious I desire to shove my fingers into it and twirl it around a bit. They should be put in a glass still sticky from jam and shaken around a bit.

Over half of my time is spend thinking about how Esteban came into the sport and raced on the same grid as the greats  -   how he was young and foolish and so full of hope. How he adored Fernando since he was a child, how the battles between Fernando and Michael formed his adoration for the sport. It was Fernando himself who contributed to him forming a love for the thing that would later unite them.

And then, he was on the podium for the first time, and Fernando was looking up at him.

There’s something to be said about a photograph. Something about hands reaching out to grab the camera. A moment which needed to be remembered, even when the connection might be limited.

And the year after that they would be teammates... the boy who was young and who walked a tightrope between his talent and his financial security was put up besides the man who is so known for his cunning personality.

Esteban never backed down. The kid who laughed after he got shoved. The man who lost his seat and thought he would never race again was now suddenly in direct competition with a two times world championship winner.

I think a lot about the way Esteban never backed down, and how Fernando probably took one look at him and saw a resemblance. A sharp tongue and a desire to be the best. Willing to put the work in even when you come from anything but a respectable racing pedigree.

In the last two years, there have barely been any team orders. They’re allowed to race between the two of them, keeping up with one another for most of the time, because they know one another so well. They know exactly where the line is, where they can push and where they need to pull.

At the end of the day, they are the ‘all we need is one word to understand the whole story’ dynamic. The ‘the world might suck but it sucks a lot less when you’re here with me’ dynamic.

Conclusion?

Fernando gave Esteban confidence, a space to grow where he was safe. Esteban in turn gave Fernando the challenge that he always chases. The both of them compliment one another. And watching them commit crimes for the greater good has been an absolute pleasure.

#snarling like a dog !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #cuetheviolins #ferneste #they ...... mean everything to me

[inventors-fair]

Clench of Victory: Wanting Winners! ~

Our winners this week are @bergdg, @spooky-bard and @wolkemesser!

@bergdg — Desire

Look, out of the three, one of ‘em had to come out on top, right? I forget if I wrote the “your first cool idea and someone else’s first cool idea are probably gonna be the same” article before I saw the multiple desires, but either way, I had a feeling. The way to combat that is to make them all pretty great! Honestly, though, I do feel that this card’s got the nuances down. Desire and passion being entwined is a good choice—and I honestly didn’t see that the flavor text was a riff on Judgement Genesis until looking it up. Not the most original, but your adjective choice ties nicely to the mechanics.

Really, it’s the mechanics that make this card the most reasonable to me. You’re pushing the envelope in a way that feels unique to both the Incarnation type and balanced to contemporary MTG gameplay. Choosing only one card means choosing your passion, and the length of the impulse is really sweet as well and allows for flexible deckbuilding in both limited and constructed. I think, aside from shifting your flavor text to more of your own words, the only thing to change is “Whenever one of more creatures you control attack” to “Whenever you attack” re:Adeline.

@spooky-bard — Taste of Home

STRAIGHT. UP. POSITIVITY. Look, I’m a grimdark man at heart, but when I saw this card, the first thought I had was that someone understood the assignment. It’s a cute, simple, relatable card that sorta loosely implies the environment and, to me, feels like a card that would come near the end of limited playtesting when the team needs one final flavor home-run to round things out. Maybe it’s Eldrainian, maybe not! Doesn’t matter.

Personally, too, I’m a fan of these kind of Narrow Escape effects. This one’s hella cheap and makes an artifact token that you can sac for life; in a tight spot, declaring blockers to help you stabilize while throwing down a cool ETB on your next turn can be quite relevant indeed, and while it’s not something you probably want to build a deck around, Food as an archetype has always been a favorite of mine since its introduction. What does this world have to say about it? That’s about all the inner world we want and need for this card. It’s tight and direct and pulls no punches about the kind of simple adventurer’s desire that really makes players feel like they’re part of their own deck in a way. Again: you get it. Specificity matters so much in designs like this.

@wolkemesser — That Hideous Hunger

Oh, hey, more food! Christ. This card’s an absolute menace. I think that you really struck something with me here, because odd titles like this that happen to work within the card’s framing device are super cool to me. It’s an embodiment of hunger, sure, a form of uncontrollable desire—passionless, but exerted; unbalanced, but omnipresent. I say “unbalanced” in the purely flavorful sense. The card itself is a pain in the butt but not something that people can’t deal with. “Eat or be eaten” is a great way to go about realizing how hunger works, and you know what, I’m glad to see you taking your wild ideas and really cleaning it up here.

The fact that it affects yourself is very fun, and it shows that it’s a card you probably want to hold onto until you can get things out; don’t let your hunger manifest until you’re willing to show for it. I wonder if there would be a token-y archetype in white that could combat this, and/or if blue would have extra bounce to take care of a card like this, because wow, this card comes down and you’re not gonna have a good time. Except maybe you are with the lifegain! Four life to the Food’s three is an excellent little idea. I mean, what else is there to say? In Commander, you’re gonna make enemies, and in Standard/Limited, you’re gonna have fun. Small notes: “They are” should be “They’re,” and weirdly enough, “Food” should be “Foods” in this kind of effect, which I don’t blame you for missing. That’s a weird’n. Just like the player who plays this and gets to live their trollsona dreams. ... Not like that, Tumblr.

Really gonna have a fun time with commentary this week. Runners coming soon!

@abelzumi

#wanting flavor contest #mtg #magic the gathering #custom magic card #winners #commentary #inventor's fair

[itsavgbltpta]

Should You Watch Mashle?

(Full English title: Mashle: Magic and Muscles)

(Japanese title: Mashle)

A Brief Summary

In a world where magic is used for everything, not having magic is a death sentence - and it’s easy to tell if someone is magic-less as all magic users have a mark on their face.  But one little baby without magic got a lucky break and was raised in the woods, hidden from the world.  With not much to do in said woods, this baby grew up with a lot of physical training.  Like… a lot.  So much, that when the magic users do eventually find him, he can deflect their spells with his sheer physical might alone.

So now Mash, with no magic ability, needs to go undercover in an elite magical academy to rise up in the ranks and become someone with enough power to change the way the world full of magic thinks of those without it.

So, should you watch the anime?

Yes, as long as you enjoy typical Shounen Jump style stories.

Take one part Harry Potter, one part One Punch Man, and add in Mob’s haircut (from Mob Psycho 100).  Boom, you have Mashle.  This show isn’t changing the world or anything, but it’s an amusing way to pass the time.

While a lot of basic bits seem to be literally ripped out of Harry Potter (including a game almost identical to Quidditch), the smaller details are definitely original - which is good, because otherwise I’m sure JK Rowling would sue, lol.

Most of the spells the students have in their repertoire are battle-focused, with certain students having essentially bloodline techniques.  While Mash doesn’t have any actual magic, his “spells” generally refer to whatever muscles he’s using to conquer the challenge.

The school has regular courses (potion making and the like), but the meat of the show is the battles Mash and friends find themselves in.  And, while it feels very typical shounen, it’s fun to watch the weird magic techniques and how our heroes can figure out ways to overpower someone that would normally seem to be the obvious winner.

The goal of most of these battles is for coins.  To be considered the best, someone needs a certain amount of gold coins by the end of the school year.  There are ways to earn coins via academic measures, but that’s not the way the students end up earning most of their coins in this show.  That main method is betting between themselves and fighting it out.  And Mashle packs in a lot of fights for being only 12 episodes long.  In fact, it’s mostly fights.  This isn’t a bad thing, but if you’re looking for deep and impactful character development, look elsewhere.  If you’re looking for fun action, you’ll be happy.

Despite being packed full of action, Mashle has a more comedic spin than a lot of modern shounen, and I found myself chuckling at the antics in more than a few episodes.  How Mash finds ways to get around having no magic are usually the best bits.  I don’t want to spoil much here, but my favorite is probably how he is able to “fly” on a broom.

The character designs are pretty simple, but in a way I like.  They’re easy to identify, which is handy when the opening intro song starts flashing over a dozen characters at you.  The fights look good too, with smooth animation.  No complaints on the visual side from me, except for the boring robes everyone wears.

By the way, the ending song is a bop, and I watched it every episode - Shu Cream Funky Love forever!  Entertaining endings are rare in anime, so I’m always happy to watch one.

There’s an eclectic batch of students at (or involved with) the academy, including:

Best dad/grandpa who is willing to live out in the woods and deal with a kid that opens doors by ripping them off the hinges because he can’t remember to push or pull (Regro).

The “I don’t want to be here today” roommate who has fairly average magic skills and is too much of a doormat to say no when asked to do something (Finn).

The token female of the group who is obsessed with dating/marrying Mash because he saved her (Lemon).

**I’m hoping Lemon gets some good fights/character growth later in the series, because honestly there aren’t any cool female characters in this first season, which is a shame.**

A secretive and powerful student who likes to think himself a lone wolf even though he is always helping his friends out… and who has a major sister complex (Lance).

A hotheaded delinquent type who’s all about trying to look cool for the ladies, but fails miserably because he’s trying too hard (Dot).

And a villainous puppet master willing to do anything to make sure only people he deems worthy are allowed to thrive (Abel).

Plus more eccentric students who want to show off their cool magic techniques (usually in battle)!  There are some villain-of-the-week students, but also some that show up later in the season that look like they’ll play a bigger role in things.  

Where does it rate on my personal scale?

S: I will buy it at full price (unless it’s released by Aniplex USA, because fuck their pricing).

A: I will buy it on sale sometime down the line.

->B: I had fun watching it, but don’t need to own it.

C: It’s not my cup of tea, but wasn’t awful.

D: Dropped it.

X: Finished it out of spite, but did not enjoy it.

Mashle ranks at a high B.  After so many shounen shows have been going darker (like Jujutsu Kaisen, Demon Slayer, and Chainsaw Man - if you count that as shounen), Mashle is refreshing and fun.  I will tune in for season two, but I’m not really excited enough to buy it or check out the manga.

#anime #anime review #should you watch the anime #itsavgbltpta #mashle

[parheliion]

xiao zhan . cis man . he/they ➶ ALL EYES ARE ON THEM ! it’s PLUTO HIGHBOTTOM, the THIRTY year old escorting the tributes of DISTRICT ONE to the capitol ! i do hope they get themselves a winner this year, i’ve always liked them ever since they proved to be so OUTGOING, it’s just a shame that they can be CALCULATED at times. they’re are so eager for a win, i’ve got everything crossed for them! ( character IS part of the uprising )

LOADING PANEM CITIZEN NO. C-5627381923... P. HIGHBOTTOM, CAPITOL.

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full name: pluto highbottom age: thirty district: the capitol gender: cis man pronouns: he/they sexuality: biromantic asexual occupation: escort for district one status: active public reception: well received in one, but viewed with scrutiny in the capitol. medical conditions: none. height: 6′4″ parents: CITIZEN NO. C-123572386; jupiter highbottom (exterminated), CITIZEN NO. C-726312934; venus highbottom (under review). siblings: none.

FILE ENCRYPTED, HIGHER CLEARANCE NEEDED TO ACCESS.

from a young age, pluto knew of their family history. the highbottoms are credited with the creation of the hunger games, and it’s something that they are in no way proud of. casca was said to have also hated the idea of them behind closed doors, one day hoping that they would die out from their horrific nature and not become the now perverted idea of entertainment for the masses of their country. 

jupiter instilled the same thoughts into his son growing up. the games aren’t something to idolise, plu. you know that, you’re smarter than that. and although the highbottoms kept their political views to themselves, they still had to save face. after all, being such an illustrious name within high capitol society, all eyes were on them at all times. snow made sure of that.

pluto grew up under the public eye, and although it’s not something that they’d wish upon anyone, it’s something that he’s thankful happened. it helped him when it came to forming how to act around others, how to be ‘false’, how to weave in and out of conversations with much-to-do’s and plenty-to-say’s. and although their family very much inwardly didn’t agree with the goings on within the capitol and their such blatant disregard for the people outside of their wealthy city, they had to save face. it’s why they became a renowned sponsor, reviewing their options for that years tributes to give at least one kid a fighting chance of making it out alive. 

however, over the years, this wasn’t enough for pluto. seeing what the elite were doing to the poor, innocent kids who were being made to “pay” for “crimes” such as wanting freedom, wanting food, wanting shelter against a city that wasn’t willing to give it to any of them whilst expecting their resources to be shipped to them first hand was absolutely abhorrent to him. i need to do something, he said. you can’t, snow’ll kill you quicker than sniping a mockingjay out of the sky with a sniper, his father protested. they couldn’t be seen to be outwardly helping the districts. so, what better way to lend a hand to them than pulling the weight of their name and landing themselves a spot as an escort.

still, eyes were upon him. growing suspicions of a second uprising were on the horizon, and venomous eyes looked towards a newfound eager escort who was wanting to be placed within one of the lower districts to prove themselves. no, that wouldn’t do. they needed to be in the spotlight, needed to be a shining star. he was, of course, pluto highbottom. he deserved the best-- or that’s the way that it was explained to him four years ago as he took up the spot as the escort for district one. usually, an escort would work their way up through the districts. safe to say it painted somewhat of a target on his back was a bit of an understatement, especially since district one was known as a veritable “miniature capitol”. no matter, he could do exactly what he needed to do right under their noses.

four years, pluto has worked for district one. four years, he has been using an encrypted phone to funnel information directly to district thirteen in aid of the soon-to-come uprising. for four years, he has been planning the downfall of the very institution that his ancestor helped build. and soon, he’ll see it done. of that, he is sure.

#PLUTO. INTRO #mj.intro

[demonicsaintess]

Just… *wipes tear* just know I accidentally forever deleted this article right before it was finished. I cried a bit on the inside, like a winner, (sike I cried on the outside too!!), and decided to write it again, but better.

Three Animes I Have Dropped, and Why

So, we all like anime! Yay! That’s why we’re here right? We have our favorites, those we’ve hated, and those we’re obsessed with— the ones who have become a part of you (wow that’s cheesier than a little kid’s hands at the cesspool of mechanical rat pizza—-) *ahem* Anyways, I thought I’d write a pretty straight-forward bit about 3 animes I’ve dropped and why. Now, without further ado:

Don’t Toy With Me Miss Nagatoro!

Sometimes one needs a palate cleanser between animes. This, is one of those animes. I’d honestly say under my breath, it’s a “beginner’s” anime. I’m personally unaware of any, but I truly wonder if there is someone out there desperately pining for this show. Not to say it’s a bad show, it’s a great concept for a high school romcom, but it just leads you by the nose with the shock value. I get that a romcom is very difficult to make completely unique these days, and it’s still a charming show in itself, but I’m TIRED of ecchi laced romcoms where the joke is perverseness. Not saying Nagatoro is sexual, just, the show to me felt like her sadism always had to do with anatomy? I’m not sure I’m explaining this quite right. TLDR; I got tired after a few episodes, of seeing this almost romanticized play of Nagatoro mercilessly bullying someone. It’s not a bad anime; but for me it was destined to be dropped~

Death Note

**Note; I’m getting a horrible, chilling feeling running down my spine as my fingers move across my keyboard.

I’m willing to stake my nonexistant reputation on this take. Therefore my take is; maaaaaan honestly what a damn let down. Maybe it’s just because this sort of anime doesn’t appeal to me, but the only reason I even watched the damn show was because I was trying to get my wife into anime. She’s a normie, so this actually didn’t backfire on me, except towards myself. I had to sit through the most BORING anime I personally have ever watched. Sue me okay? I said what I said. Everything about this anime is just dumb; and here’s why. I’m all for fucking narcissism and killing bad people to make society better, but goddamn fucking Light is an idiot. I just feel like he rushed his killings. I wasn’t excited even once, except watching how excited my wife was. I would have dropped this before I even started, if it wasn’t for her. I watched the first 12 episodes and BOUNCED. TLDR; Light is an annoying toddler and also a fucking idiot who honestly is simply book smart. Dude is lame as hell. Even the bitch he pulled is lame. What a lame way to try and fix the world. Think bigger you loser.

God of Highschool

Okay so, this one as well, is probably going to get me flamed, but again, I said what I said. I’m not quite sure when I decided this anime was not for me, but when I did, I was ready to throw it away. To be fair, I don’t even think I made it past his 2 friends going up against whoever they were in the contest? It just felt… slow? to me; maybe even boring. For example, the characters were awesome, but felt two dimensional to me. Of course, this is just speculation, considering I didn’t make it very far into the show. I lost interest in it, and unfortunately the fight scenes weren’t enough to make me stick to it. I heard it’s pretty good though, from other people, so I can’t knock it too hard. TLDR: it’s not my kind of show, but the fight scenes could be pretty hype for someone who likes shonen more than I do!

So yeah, I’m not saying these animes are bad. There’s a reason why they’re so popular; but just not interesting enough for me.

Thank you as always, for taking time to read another entry by me,

The Holy Villainess

#anime #manga #anime review #anime recommendation #anime talk #death note #god of highschool #shonen #anime opinions

[luimagines]

Hi! I have a request, but first i wanna say your writing is absolutely amazing! The length + amount of time you put into these prompts is insanely good. Now! Onto the request, how would the boys react to a reader from a more modern era? Maybe a more modernized hyrule or our current point in time?

Masterlist

Thank you so much for the compliment! I'm happy to see the response even if this blog is still relatively new.

I hope I do your prompt justice.

I probably could have done a headcanon list but I was hit with inspiration.

I also might have given Reader some backstory.

Scenario below the cut! It’s long, take caution.

It was a cool night, but you didn't mind. Your bed was warm, the WiFi was fast and even if it was three AM on a school night, you managed to keep yourself giggling with cat videos and blursed memes until the words and colors merged.

A night well spent.

But it led to questionable decisions.

Even if the shredded cheese in the fridge was beginning to seem a more and more enticing snack, your body was tempted to succumb to slumber.

Until a large purple light encompassed the entirety of your window.

Something was in your backyard.

Aliens. Your tired brain supplies and you sprint to the glass and push away the curtains. Is this it? Is this where I'm kidnapped and never seen or heard from again?

You pull out your phone and open up the camera.

"Pics or it didn't happen." You remind yourself and snap a few before showing your face.

What you see isn't what you're expecting. Instead of a flying saucer in the sky beaming down a laser or a weird pear shaped space craft on top of the grass, there's a single panel of glowing light, swirling with black accents that creeps in a circular motion.

"Cheese and crackers...." You gasp and begin to blatantly stare at it with no regard to whether something may be coming out of it.

You wait and nothing happens.

You wait some more and nothing happens.

You spend an hour watching this portal that has appeared out of nowhere, waiting for something to happen, willing for something to happen. But you get nothing.

The unknown stares right back at you, unblinking and unchanged.

Go through it. A voice tells you. What if there's something on the other side?

"I'm going to die." You gulp and take a deep breath.

Who else gets a chance like this? The voice talks again. This could be a grand step towards a more modern society. A whole new world could be on the other side, waiting, reaching out, calling to humanity!

You think you a see a shadow move behind the portal and out of sight but it’s gone before you can even process it.

"Should I call the police?" You step away from the window, ignoring the thoughts, the voice- you're too tired to know if it's your own any more. What's the plan? How does one go about something like this?

Where’s your sense of adventure? Pack a bag and go! What if it goes away?

That last thought seems to get through to your tired brain and for a reason beyond your understanding, it latches onto it.

Now you’re excited.

You run to the closet and take out your old backpack. It used to be for school but it was fancier since it was the only one you could get. The bag had a replaceable water bag with a plastic straw connected through the back of it and the straps have just worn down enough to where they’re actually comfortable. It doubled as a hiking backpack and came with its own insulated lunch box that clasped on the back of it.

It’ll finally serve its purpose.

You quickly roll up your favorite blanket and strap it in tightly beneath the lunch box. You’re quick to take out two extra outfits and pack them as well as change out of your pajamas.

Ok. What would you need? You don’t know where you’d be going so this has to a catch all kind of deal.

You pack away your swiss army knife first for good measure. A solar powered charger for your phone and an extra pair of socks follow suit even after you’ve picked out the extra clothes.

You take out the water bag and run to fill it all the way to max capacity as you think of any other necessities.

You’d need food. You have a small jar of peanut butter and granola bars that can fit in the lunch box. You can bring your extra water bottle and put in the side pockets of the backpack, and maybe bring some of those powered flavor packets your brother loves so much. You think he has lemonade and some green tea ones.

Those would be great. He won’t mind, hopefully.

You let the bag overfill momentarily before running back to shove it in your bag. with the lid screwed tight.

Next you run to the kitchen, grabbing the first things that you thought of already and begin to look around for more.

You grab an unopened pack of beef jerky, a bag of veggie sticks and a half eaten bag of dried mangos.

During your search you grab the water bottle and fill that too.

You return to your room with your bounty and begin to carefully put everything in the box. With some more deliberation, you run back to the kitchen and make yourself a quick sandwich, eat it, make another one and pack that as well.

You look out side the window and the portal is still there.

The sun is beginning to rise now so you’re trying to go as fast as you can, unless you want to neighbors to think something is going on.

Even if it is.

You’re about to leave but in a stroke of brilliance, you run to pack sunscreen and bug spray as well. You see a small first aid pack that was bought recently for when you would take your family vacation but you reason that it might one of the most important things you’d have if you got hurt.

Into the bag it goes.

You grab your hoodie before you leave the door, wrap it around your waist and pocket your phone, your headphones and your wallet.

You feel immediately under packed when you step outside and see the portal up close.

It’s weirdly triangle shaped, you think and step closer.

You reach your hand out and try to touch it. It feels as if you put your hand through a humidifier but it’s not wet. It’s misty and cold but not necessarily unpleasant.

An idea hits you right before you take your first step through.

You pull up one of the earlier photo’s you took and send it to your friend’s group chat. It showed up in my backyard. I decided to make a bad late night decision and I’m going through. If you never hear from me again, I want you all to fight over my electronics. Winner takes all. Godspeed.

And you step through.

You had first assumed that it would merely take you tot he other side but very quickly realize that you have to walk through it.

The first part still had a little light but with time, it got darker. So dark that you couldn’t even see your hand in front of your face.

You kept walking.

As fast as the light disappeared, it came back and you stepped into the light of an open field, right in front of one, two, three, four, nine males that had appeared to be traveling towards you or rather, towards the portal.

The portal disappears in the process.

“Oh so we didn’t have to go through it! We had to gain another member!” One of them yells. “Would have been nice to know before we packed everything up!”

“Ho boy, where am I?” You ask and tighten your grip on your backpack. Why didn’t I bring a weapon?

They all had long tunics and swords on their backs. Old fashioned leather boots and hand bracers were the norm in this group and you realized very quickly that your jeans and t-shirt had wildly missed the memo.

“Dang, I didn’t think I’d walk into a LARP group. Sorry about that.” You sheepishly smile. “I had no idea where the portal was going to take me. But if you would be so kind-”

“Wait, what’s LARP?” One of them speaks up. He was a dirty blond and somewhere in the middle of the group height wise. He wore a white cape like thing with blue designs on the back but you didn’t recognize the symbol.

“Live Action Role Play?” You tilt your head. “It’s why you’re all dressed like that? Right?”

“This is just our clothes.” What appears to be the youngest bounces up to you. “What are you wearing?”

“First I could grab in my closet.” You admit and look down on it. It’s one of your comfiest shirts and best looking pants. You’re a little proud of yourself for finding those in the dark.

“Weird.”

“We’re heroes. We’re all named Link.” Cape guy speaks up again. “Is it safe to assume that you’re in the same boat?”

“Heroes?” Your eyebrows furrow together. “I’m not a hero and my name’s not Link.”

You’re quick to tell them your name and you watch as the confusion covers their faces. “My brother’s name is Link though if that helps anything.”

“Oh we needed him!” The youngest groans and it instantly irks you.

“What would you need with a five year old?” You deadpan and cross your arms. 

The information stuns the group.

“The portal showed up in the middle of the night and I’m the one that went through it. I’m pretty sure I was the only awake to even see it. Are you telling me that it was for my little brother?” You’d be lying if you said that you weren’t a little pissed. “My baby brother was supposed to go through it? He was asleep! He’s five. What kind of logic is that?!”

“Well...” The biggest and oldest of them runs a hand over his face. You think he has some cool tattoos and sick scar going across his eye but he looks about as angry as you feel, so you don’t say anything. “It appears the gods truly do not care for the hero’s maturity, only his existence.”

“Ok...What’s with all this hero talk?” You bite back. “What did... Where am I?”

“Hyrule.” The second with cool face tattoos speaks up. He’s got a large fur pelt around his shoulders and you have to tighten your grip against your backpack again to keep from reaching out to touch it.

Even so you feel yourself deadpan even more. “Hyrule? Like the ancient empire? The one that collapsed more than two thousand years ago? That Hyrule?”

You’re inclined to not believe them and write all of them off as crazy... but you also walked through a portal. And your grandma did say that magic existed in the strangest forms.

They all share looks of concern and some begin to murmur quietly amongst themselves but you’re too far gone to even notice.

“Did I time travel?” The idea hits you like a bus and you feel your eyes widen as you stare beyond the group. You quickly take our your phone and unlock it.

No signal.

“Is that a type of Sheikah slate?” Someone asks you.

“I don’t know what that is.” You reply automatically. “Wait, hold on, what year is it?”

“Why don’t you tell us what year you’re from and we can start from there?” The darkest brunette of the group speaks up.

“202x PC” You say robotically, not really processing the world around you anymore.

“That’s...” The blond with a long blue scarf speaks up with a slight hiss. “...Beyond any of our timelines. You see, we all come from different worlds and eras of Hyrule’s history.”

“I don’t think you’re the farthest down anymore, Wild.”

“This would then make them my successor, right?”

“It would make their brother your successor.” Someone amends. “I think they just jumped in his place.”

“Leave my brother alone.” You snap back into the present, pocketing your [hone again. “Ok, you know what, screw it. I don’t know what you’d want my brother for but I’m here now. I’d gladly take his place if it means he gets to stay home!”

“Hey.” A boy with pink hair stalks up to you looking a little more serious than you’d like.

“Nice hair dude, way to defy the gender norms.” You smirk a little before genuinely grinning, hoping to quell the tension. “What product do you use? It looks like Artic Fox but not every place sells their brand.”

“...I have no idea what you’re talking about but what happened to Ganon in your world? How have you been handling it?” He snaps and places his hands on his hips.

“Ganon? Like my old principle? That’s a name I haven’t heard in forever.” You’re confused again. “Last I heard he joined the police force only to be reassigned out of state. I don’t know what’s happening with him. Kinda hope he gets fired though. He’s not a bad guy but he’s not someone you’d want in that kind of position of power, you know.”

“Police force?”

You blinked and look them all over. They look very medieval. “Oh... You don’t have that...”

You begin to think about your history lessons and what they might be familiar with if they’re telling the truth about being from Hyrule.

“Ya’ll got knights?”

Many, almost all of them nod, a few with face of despair already on them before you finish speaking.

“It’s kind of like that. Mixed with a towns guard position... kinda. They enforce laws... at least they’re supposed to but the whole system is flawed and racist and really needs to be dismantled for the abuse of power that they have-”

“Abuse? Of power?” You have their attention again.

“It’s stupid and it won’t really make any sense if I try to explain because I doubt you have anything similar but it’s basically a group of people given the right to treat the public in anyway they like for their own benefit because they have no one telling them that they can’t.” You groan and slowly begin to feel your lack of sleep catch up to you. 

You slowly reach to behind you and sit down on the dirt, looking at all of them. “Mr. Dragmire wasn’t like...Demise or anything but he was a huge jerk. No one liked him. He liked me though. I remember that. I was the envy of the whole school because I somehow got on his good side while everyone else wants to strangle him. I think he was transferred for some misdemeanor or something like that... like he might have been throwing hands with someone he wasn’t supposed to. I never heard all the details. I didn’t really care for it when it happened either. I’m pretty sure he lost that fight though. The dude looked like a blast of wind could have knocked him over let alone someone’s knuckle sandwich.”

“I would love to hear more about this.” The youngest sits next to you with a large grin on his face. His eyes are bright and his body language reminds you of your cousin Zelda. You instantly think they’d get along like a house on fire. “What are your monsters like?”

“Monsters?” You tilt your head. “Be a little more specific bud, it depends on where you’re from.”

“You have that many?!”

“It depends on if you believe they’re real or not.”

“Speaking of monsters, can you fight?” The shortest walks up to you. You like that his tunic is stitched up with multiple colors and designs. It gives it personality, you think. “Do you have a weapon you’re more comfortable with?”

The question throws you off your rhythm and you don’t fight your wince. “What would happen if I say that I do not, in fact, have any sort of weapon on me?”

“I wouldn’t believe you.” Pink guy speaks up again. “That pack is huge, there has to be something in there.”

“It’s food, water and extra clothes my guy.” You lean back against said backpack since it won’t let you lay down with it still on. “Not a lot of space for anything else. I’m pretty good at hand to hand combat though. Karate’s a good way to fight out stress.” 

“Your bag’s not magic?”

“Why the hell would it be magic? ...Are you trying to tell me magic actually exists?” You raise an eyebrow as your eyes begin to close against your will. “I know my grandma said it does but I thought she meant like fairies and shadow demons.. and bigfoot. Can’t forget him, he’s the real MVP... You know...Children’s bedtime stories and stuff like that, it’s not real. But like magic magic? Magic items and the like? Find me Tinkerbell and I’ll show you Neverland, that’s what I say.”

“Are you serious?”

“Second star to the right, straight on till morning.” You respond.

There’s a moment of silence as the group in front of you processes your words. It’s hard to tell their reaction since you’re not looking at them but you no longer have the energy to do anything else.

“Are you falling asleep right now?” It’s the one they called Wild.

“I...” You try to open your eyes. They don’t budge. “I haven’t slept in nearly 20 hours... I think. I might have past 24 hours a while ago actually. Portal showed up at like four in the morning... I had to get up at six and I didn’t sleep at all before then.”

More silence.

“Great another one.” Someone scoffs.

You snort.

“Why did we pack up camp again?”

“No one kill me.” You say right before you lose consciousness. “Please and thank you.”

“They’re doomed.”

“Have some faith Vet. They stepped in for their little brother. That has to mean something?”

“They’re in for a rude awakening, and that’s all I have to say about it.”

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #linked universe x reader #is this readers origin story #maybe? #i got a little carried away with this one #had to stop myself before i went even further beyond #i don't know if I want to continue with this as a story or just throw out some headcanons with modern reader #i like to think that everything i write takes place in a separate universe #especially the ones where they catch feelings #might throw out what they think of reader #might not #depends on you guys! #let me know what you think!

[pinkteapotwriting]

Hey baby! Congrats on 200, you deserve it darling! If I could request the Marauders in skirts fluff maybe? Love you.

Winner number two for marauders in skirts fluff <333

Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes I love this

Marauders x reader

Warnings : literally none just fluff

Word count : 474

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Okay, okay hear me out. Sirius would see you in your skirts and he’d be absolutely thrilled. Sirius is the man of confidence though. So one day when you’re getting changed he gives you a look and you tilt your head. 

“What’s up baby?”

“I wanna wear that skirt”

“What?”

“I wanna wear that skirt.”

Who were you to tell him no? It was just a simple black denim skirt and you couldn’t keep yourself from smiling at his wide eyes as he inspected himself in the mirror. 

“Damn, I thought your legs looked good in these things, but it looks like you’ve got some competition.”

You just rolled your eyes. 

“Think your legs look good now, put on your combat boots while I grab you something else.”

You pulled out a silver studded belt and if he was tall before, he was a giant now.

“I like the way you think, Y/L/N.”

“I like the way you look, Black.”

“Well that’s just shallow Y/N I’m more than a pretty face.”

“Yeah, but it doesn’t work against you.”

“I like your pretty face too.”

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Remus would totally go for a softer style. He’d see you in one of those longer skirts with one of his knit sweaters tucked in and he would melt. He’d approach you shyly cause we all know Remus needs as much praise as he gives out but you were more than willing to oblige. 

“Y/N, what would you think about me wearing skirts.”

You immediately rummaged through your stuff to find the perfect one. It was an overall/dress combo with buttons lining up the middle and you adored the look on his face as he got more and more compliments throughout the day.

“I really thought people would be more mean.”

“Nope, why would they? You’re completely gorgeous. Besides, if they were mean I’d just have an excuse to beat people up.”

“I think Pads would throw hands before anyone else could.”

“Exactly, I’d hold, he’d punch.”

He pressed a kiss to your cheek. 

“I adore you.”

---

James would just wear your school skirt for curiosity’s sake, but he’d be so confused by it.

“What the hell where are the pockets?”

“Babe women’s pants sometimes don’t even have pockets, let alone skirts.”

“That’s bullshit! These are completely useless.”

“I don’t think they’re useless.”

“Oh, why’s that you like holding everything in your hands? How am I supposed to hold them, Huh?”

“I just meant you look cute, that’s all.”

“Is that right? I think you look cute in these too, especially with those thigh high socks.”

“Yeah?”

“Hell yeah.”

“Great idea, then. I’ll grab em and you can put them on next.”

Unfortunately you were too short for them to go up to his thigh, and didn’t he just love rubbing it in your face.

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@thotbutpurple @sunny-bunnny @quindolyn @weasleyposts

#Sirius black #sirius black x reader #james potter #james potter x reader #Remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #marauders x reader #marauders #marauders era #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter fluff #fanfiction #fluff #sirius black fluff #james potter fluff #remus lupin fluff #marauders fluff

[empressapprentice]

Arcana Headcanons: M3 + MC Who Beats Everyone at Chess

Hello friends! The lovely @firefly-child posted about a fun game called Request Roulette. They post a prompt, and anyone who wants to is free to fill it. The first prompt is: “How would the main 6 react to MC beating like every person that’s goes against them in chess but at the end they whisper to the LI that they actually have no idea how to play chess and just kept moving pieces till they won” and also includes the lovely line “hehe move pieces around make brain go brrrrrrrr.” I just had to do this. I’m going for a bastard version of The Queen’s Gambit here.

Housekeeping stuff: This is just the main 3, although I have some ideas for the other characters and will be posting soon. I also wanted to break the posts up because despite this being incredibly silly, it still managed to be super long (oh well!). Also warning for some horniness in Julian’s, but nothing worse than what you see in game (couldn’t resist hehe). The good stuff is under the cut :)

Asra:

You and Asra don’t tend to play board games together, favoring card games that utilize his Tarot deck. So despite him knowing you so well, he doesn’t realize you have absolutely no clue how to play chess.

Asra learned to play during one of his many trips and it became one of his favorite ways to distract himself. Playing chess didn’t require the friendly camaraderie that other games do (something he couldn’t muster while mourning you or during your recovery) and gave him something to focus on other than you. He got surprisingly good over time. Though he never put any real time into studying strategies, he has an uncanny ability to figure out his opponent’s plan, always countering it perfectly.

So when the two of you join an informal tournament and you start doing really well (like, really well), Asra just can’t take it. He can hardly believe that you were hiding this skill from him for all these years. He’s looking at you with so much love in his heart and a goofy grin on his face.

When you take a break before the final game and beckon Asra over, he assumes you’re nervous. He peppers your face with kisses and leans over to give you words of encouragement, but you stop him. You instead whisper in his ear, telling him you’ve been just pushing pieces around randomly. He pulls back, a look of shock on his face. Then, he breaks out into peals of laughter. 

Knowing your secret does not diminish Asra’s enjoyment of watching the final game at all. For a moment, he considers resting Faust on your shoulders and using her to communicate possible moves, but he decides to take a step back and let you work. He truly doesn’t care that you’re faking it, he’s in awe of you. His eyes even get a little misty when he thinks about how far you’ve come since the resurrection, the picture of cool confidence in front of the crowd.

When you win, he picks you up in his arms and spins you around. Sure, you may not be a secret chess genius, but it is just like the person he loves to manage to pull this off.

Nadia:

Nadia has been trained in a wide variety of strategy games and genuinely enjoys playing them. She occasionally studies chess strategies to keep her skills sharp. There’s nothing she enjoys more than the challenge of cracking a puzzle. It’s just like when she tinkers with mechanical projects: there’s always a “right” answer to each move her opponent makes, and she loves to figure it out.

She’s hosting a friendly competition with some fellow politicians and dignitaries in the salon. She encourages you to play a game, since it’ll look good for the Countess’ partner to be an active participant in the games.

She’s pleased to see you win your first game and continue to work your way up through the ranks. There’s pleasant chatter in the room while everyone compliments the Countess’ choice in partner. She’s proud of you, but her competitive edge is seeping in. She can’t believe that you hid your talent from her--she’s impressed, a little turned on by your chess prowess, and determined to take. you. down.

Soon, it becomes clear that you will need to go against Nadia. You’re shaking in your boots. You got this far against your other opponents, but you genuinely didn’t care about the outcomes of those games. All you wanted was to help Nadia host a good afternoon of friendly games. But now you’re in too deep. You need to put up a good display of strength against your wife, and ideally you would lose so Nadia can save face, but at this point you don’t even know how to move the pieces to get a certain outcome.

You and Nadia are seated across from each other and you are both trying to keep things friendly, but there’s a distinct undercurrent of tension in the room. You get first move as the reigning champion. Nadia takes a long moment, makes a deliberate move, then leans back and smirks at you. Uh oh, she’s feeling really competitive.

You go round for round, while you just move pieces based on your general whims. You can tell that Nadia is becoming slightly flustered, struggling to figure out your strategy. Finally, mercifully, Nadia pulls out a winning move. By now, the dignitaries have lost interest and the event naturally winds down after the game ends.

When you and Nadia are alone after the game, you know you have to tell her your secret. She detects the change in your mood and assumes you’re upset about losing. You turn to her, and the story spills out of you. You finish telling your story, breathless, and the two of you stare into each other’s eyes for a long moment before breaking out into laughter.

Julian:

Who brought a chess set to the Rowdy Raven? It looks so out of place in the tavern, where drunkards usually stick to playing cards and other simple games. The goal is usually to play as many rounds as quickly as possible to shuffle a few coins back and forth among the gamblers.

When Julian spots it, his eyes light up. He asks if you’d be willing to play a round against him, before a mysterious stranger walks up and claims the chessboard. They say that you’ll have to fight to use the chessboard. Julian’s already rolling up his sleeves, but you quickly realize that the stranger wants one of you to play them--if you win, you can borrow the board.

Emboldened by your drink, you push Julian away and sit across from the stranger. You know you’ve never played chess before, but how hard could it be? Turns out, not that hard. You just push a bunch of pieces around and soon, the stranger declares you the winner.

Julian swaggers up to the chessboard and sits across from you. Julian, the love of your life, who is so smart in so many ways, has also come to the same realization that you came to just moments ago. He has no idea how to play chess. 

“Hey, MC, how about the winner gets to ask a favor, ~any~ favor of the loser?” He’s waggling his eyebrows at you just like he always does. He’s calculated his odds of winning, and they’re not good. But he figures that if he wins, he’ll ask you for a kiss, and if he loses, he’s sure that your creative mind will find some use for him.

You play against each other, each making more and more questionable moves. You don’t know much about chess, but you think he’s moving some of the pieces in the wrong configurations. But you worry that if you call him out, you’ll expose your utter lack of chess knowledge. He also thinks you’re doing some weird things with the pieces, but he has the exact same concern.

Neither of you are willing to back down and admit you don’t know what’s going on. You also don’t know how to end the game. It’s something with the Queen piece, but which one is even the Queen?

The two of you play against each other, getting progressively drunker as you sip on Salty Bitters. A tankard or two later, you crack. You tell Julian all about your stroke of luck against the stranger and his grin just gets wider and wider. He tries to play it off like he’s an actual chess genius and he knew what he was doing the whole time, but you call his bluff. Better get him home, because soon he’ll be begging to be punished for lying.

#the arcana #The Arcana Game #the arcana headcanons #the arcana main 3 #asra alnazar #nadia satrinava #julian devorak #nic arcana headcanons

[calpalirwin]

Numbers

Summary: Sebastian doesn’t want to be another number to you, but little does he know he’s the only one.

A/N: Everyone say thank you to @jessalyn-jpeg​ for always being willing to cry over this man with me. 

Important distinction: Italics represent his thoughts, while bold italics represent hers

Word Count: 3.2k

And away, and away we go!

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The sun was high and warm, and the sounds of wood cracking against leather grew louder as Y/N walked towards the baseball fields. “Yo, Number 1, lookin’ good!” she whistled, her fingers wrapping themselves in the chain link fence surrounding the field.

There was a loud laugh from the man playing shortstop, and he turned to either flip her off or stick out his tongue, but a baseball came flying in his direction, high and powerful. But not high enough. Almost lazily, Sebastian lifted his heels off the dirt, raising his left hand in the air, the ball coming to a stop in his glove.

“Right field, get ready!” Anthony, the pitcher shouted. “Stan’s lucky charm showed up!”

“I don’t need luck, Mackie,” Sebastian taunted, pulling at the sleeves of his jersey. “I’m Number 1 for a reason. Best shortstop in the state, right here, baby!”

“Mackie! Stan!” the coach barked in warning.

“Sorry!” both men laughed. And with his brief pause, Sebastian took off his hat, waving it at Y/N in greeting as she took a seat in the stands, before putting it back over his sweaty locks of brown hair.

As the practice continued, more girls made their way out to watch the team, and Y/N couldn’t blame them. Something about a guy’s ass in baseball pants, especially when that ass belonged to Sebastian Stan. And the college baseball team didn’t have any complaints about the attention they gathered, plays becoming more dramatic than they needed to be as a chance to show off, until the coaches finally called it quits.

“So,” Anthony asked Sebastian as they headed for the dugout. “Is today the day you ask out Y/N finally? Or should I try to shoot my shot? Like what's going on here, man? Cuz whatever it is between you, it’s gone on way too long, and I only got so much patience.”

Sebastian wasn’t sure how his face could grow warmer after being in the sun practicing for two hours, but it did. “I- We’re friends, ya know? And it’s not that I don’t wanna ask her out. It’s that I don’t know how. Or how she’ll react. It’s… a whole thing, ya get me?”

“Dude…” Anthony shook his head. “I say this because I care. But if you’re gonna make a move, make it fast. No one wants to be the one to cross you when we all know you got a thing for her. But if you’re not gonna shoot your shot…”

“Thanks…” Sebastian said, not sure if he appreciated the obvious advice or not. He knew he needed to ask Y/N sooner rather than later. But the idea that his teammates were lying in wait for him to either make a move, or step aside stirred up feelings of jealousy. But the only way of making sure they didn’t date her… He slung his bag over his shoulder, before squaring them and strutting out of the dugout, headed straight for Y/N. “Now or never, Stan,” he whispered to himself.

“Seb!” a girl called out and he turned to the sound, putting a smile on his face.

“Hey.” He offered a small wave, his eyes spotting Y/N, and kept walking, but then more girls were calling his name, batting their eyelashes, and touching his arm as they asked questions, and somehow Y/N got lost in the shuffle.

Y/N watched from her spot, the smile on her face dropping as she watched Sebastian get swarmed by girls who only wanted his attention so they could later brag to their friends that they’d gotten to talk to the star of the baseball team. And Sebastian wasn’t the type to be rude, even when he should.

Sighing, she shouldered her bag, heading down the bleachers, figuring she’d she go rescue him from his oh-so terrible prison of adoring girls.

“Hey, Y/N,” a shy voice called out as her feet hit concrete.

She lifted her gaze to find one of the newer players smiling at her. “Oh, hey, Tom,” she smiled back at him. “Good practice out there.”

“Heh, thanks,” he mumbled, his cleat digging into the ground. “So… you waiting for Seb?”

“I was yeah,” she admitted, looking over at Sebastian who was still under siege. And then a swell of anger bubbled inside her. If he couldn’t be bothered to pull himself away from them for her, then she didn’t have to wait for him. “But I’ll just catch him later. So, what’s up?”

Tom blinked in surprise. “Uh… I… Not much really. Was gonna head back to my dorm. Ya know, normal stuff I guess.”

“Well c’mon, I’m headed that way myself, I’ll walk with ya.”

Tom brightened as someone whistled from behind. “Damn! Kid’s got moves!” Anthony’s voice called out loudly. He jogged a few steps to join the couple, “Yo, Y/N, what about Seb?”

Y/N looked over her shoulder at Sebastian who still wasn’t even looking her way. “What about him?”

~~~

She mumbled airplane sounds under her breath, twisting her wrist to make the paper airplane fly around, before she really sent it flying across the living room. She watched as it glided through the air before nose-diving into the carpet as the front door opened.

“Apology food?” Sebastian asked with a hopeful smile, holding up a bag of takeout as he kicked the door shut.

“And what’s the apology for?” she asked, rising to her feet and crossing her arms.

“For being a dick after practice.”

“Chinese?”

“Your favorite,” he said, handing her the bag.

“Fine. Your transgressions against the crown are forgiven. This time.”

He tilted his head back as he laughed. “Thank you, your Highness. Although a little birdie told me that you ended up alright. Holland, huh?”

“Mackie is worse than girls with gossip, I swear…” Y/N said with an eye roll. “But yeah, Holland and I talked.”

“You know he’s a freshman, right?”

“Aw, is somebody jealous?” She flashed him a sardonic smile as they both plopped down on the couch and dug into the food.

Sebastian let out a scoff. “Me? Jealous of Holland? Pfft, yeah right.” Yes, insanely jealous, actually.

“Oh, so if I said he walked me all the way to the apartment, that wouldn’t make you mad?”

“You’re not my girlfriend, Y/N,” he said around a swallow of food. Despite how much I wish you were.  “If you wanna make baby Holland feel like a man for escorting you home, I really don’t give a shit. But you can do better than a freshman.” Like me.

Like you? “And you’d smell better with a shower,” was her retort as she knocked her shoulder into his.

“Mmm, you gonna join me?”

“Pfft! In your dreams, maybe.” And in mine.

Only in my dreams cuz once again, I fucked up.

~~~

Y/N figured one date would be enough to stir Sebastian into action. But one, the man had already made himself scarce by the time she left for her date. And two, the date sucked.

You’re not Sebastian was all she could think about throughout the dinner of cheesy one-liners, and bad jokes that bordered on offensive.

“So…” he asked suggestively as they walked out. “Wanna head back to my place?”

“No, I’m kinda tired,” she declined politely.

“Oh… well then I’ll call you sometime and we can do this again, maybe?”

“Yeah… no,” she said, shaking her head. “This was… nice. But no. You and I? Not gonna happen.”

“Right… I forgot you’re friends with Stan.”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“Oh, c’mon. Dude obviously likes you. And he’s not the one anyone wants to have on their bad side.”

“Then why did you ask me out? If all of you are so scared of Seb?”

“Cuz you’re hot, and I’m not on the baseball team,” he shrugged.

“Yeah… I’m gonna go home now. And you… ugh… yeah, no. Not gonna happen.”

~~~

Sebastian turned his head as the door opened. “Back before curfew, huh? Whatta gentleman.”

“Fuck you,” she told him with a roll of her eyes before stalking off towards her bedroom.

“Whoa, whoa, wait,” he said, bolting up off the couch. “C’mon, what happened?”

He wasn’t you. “He’s a pig. Said all the wrong things.”

“That sucks. But hey, can’t all be winners, right?”

“I guess… Although he did say one thing that was somewhat interesting.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. Apparently you scare people off from asking me out.”

He snorted. “That’s fuckin’ stupid. Will I be pissed if some jackoff makes you feel like shit? Yeah, and I’ll probably say something. But shit… I’m not your boyfriend, or your dad, or some shit. Sounds like a lame cop-out because they just don’t wanna admit they’re pussies.”

And what’s your lame cop-out? “Ugh… I need a drink.”

“Grab me one, yeah?” he asked, sinking back down into the couch as she changed directions to head into the kitchen instead.

“So, how was your night?” she asked, grabbing two beers from the fridge.

“Uneventful,” he shrugged. “There was a girl I was hoping to go out with, but it didn’t work.”

“Aw damn. That sucks,” she said, as she joined him on the couch and handed him one of the beers. 

“Eh, it was my fault for not asking sooner,” he shrugged again, clinking his beer against hers. “To shitty nights.”

“Here, here,” Y/N cheered half-heartedly as they both took a long drink. “Fuck it. Paper airplane contest?”

He snorted into his beer. “We’re not seven anymore.”

“Aw, afraid you’ll lose?”

He sat up straighter. “Loser buys next case of beer?”

“You better get your wallet out, now.”

~~~

Sebastian knew he should have taken his chance after that first date gone bad. And Y/N knew she should have pushed him harder in her confrontation. But for whatever reason, the friends stayed at their stubborn stalemate.

Without Sebastian willing to make a move, Y/N began to wonder if maybe everyone had it all wrong. Maybe Sebastian was simply protective of her without having an ulterior motive behind it. So, she continued to go on dates with other guys on campus to ease the ache, until she couldn’t pretend they weren’t Sebastian anymore.

For his part, Sebastian not only took careful notes of the reasons Y/N gave for each of her short-lived romances, he also stupidly pointed her in the direction of new interests. And then he tried not to drown in his jealousy, before learning to grow doubtful of wanting a romantic relationship with her at all. Why would he want to sacrifice a lifelong friendship just to become another nameless guy she tossed to the side once she had her fun with him?

~~~

“Sebastian!” she gasped at him when he came home one night as she nursed away the end of yet another short-lived romance that wasn’t him.

“You’re drunk,” was the observation as he dropped his duffle bag to the floor.

“Ooooohhhh yeah,” she giggled at him with a wide grin, eyes hazy. “You gonna join me?”

“So we can both be sick? Yeah… Not a chance.”

“Boo…” she pouted. “You never wanna do anything with me.”

“One night. One night I don’t wanna drink with you, and that equates to me not wanting to do anything with you ever? Make it make sense, Y/N.”

“Well, you don’t wanna date me, that’s for sure,” was the drunk scoff.

He balked. “When did I ever say that?”

“Well it’s true, isn’t it? Everyone keeps saying that you like me, but you don’t do anything about it. Are they all lying? Or are you?”

He shook his head. “I’m not doing this. I’m not having this conversation with you.”

“Why not?!”

“Because you’re drunk off your ass!”

“Just answer the question!”

“I don’t know!”

“What type of bullshit answer is that?! How do you not know if you wanna date someone?!”

“It’s the answer you give when you used to think you wanted to, but now you’re not sure anymore! Now… I gave you my answer. And I already told you once I’m not having this conversation. Not when you’re drunk. I’m going to bed. G’night Y/N.”

“COWARD!” she hurled the insult at his retreating back.

In his room, Sebastian didn’t sleep. He lay in bed watching his ceiling fan spin in slow hypnotic circles, cursing himself for letting it get this bad. If he had just asked her out after that one practice… If he could just rewind the clock…

In the living room, Y/N sobbed into her hands. The distractions never worked, even the promising ones. And Sebastian… If it turned out he didn’t want her…

Thoughts spiraled and time ticked by, Y/N growing more sober, and Sebastian more angry with himself.

“Seb?” she asked in a small whisper, knocking lightly on his door as she pushed it open, finding him still awake in bed, the little lamp on his nightstand illuminating the room.

“What do you want, Y/N?” he asked, more harshly than he meant to, as he pushed himself to sit up against his headboard.

“I- Nevermind… It’s stupid…”

“No, wait,” he called out to her as she turned to leave. “I didn’t mean it like that. I- What’s up? What did you wanna ask?”

She took a slow breath to steady herself as she turned back around to face him. “Do you like me? God, that sounds so juvenile…”

“Of course I like you, Y/N. You’re my best friend.”

“But you don’t like me enough to date me. Just enough to be protective about me dating anyone else.”

He sighed. Now, or never. “It’s not that I don’t wanna date you, Y/N. It’s that I’m scared to.”

“That doesn’t make any sense.”

“To you, maybe. But to me, it’s perfectly valid.”

“How? How is that a valid reason? Sebastian Stan, scared of dating a girl? A girl who he’s known his whole life? Make it make sense.”

“You think I wanna be one of the guys you date? Maybe if you actually dated people, I wouldn’t have ever thought twice about dating you myself. But you don’t date, Y/N. You… God, I dunno what it is you do, but it’s not dating.”

“Fuck you,” she spat, feeling tears well up. “Fuck you! You don’t get to slut-shame me!”

“Slut-shame you?! How is it slut-shaming that I don’t wanna be another number to you?! That I don’t wanna be another source of entertainment for you until you get bored of me?!”

“Because you’re not a number, Sebastian!”

“Bullshit I’m not! You literally call me Number 1! You don’t love Y/N! You… you entertain yourself until someone better comes along!”

“That’s not true…” she whispered, heartbroken that he thought it was.

“It was for all the other guys! I don’t wanna be like them, Y/N! I don’t wanna be some random number to you! I wanna be the one! I don’t know how much clearer I can make that.”

“You know I only dated them to make you jealous, right?”

“Well congrats… you win. I’m insanely jealous of every guy that you parade through that goddamn door.” His mouth twisted and his vision started to swim.

“I didn’t wanna win, Seb. I wanted you.”

He hissed through his teeth. “Past tense… that, uh… Yeah, that hurts. Thanks for that… For this…” he twirled his finger about the room. “Awesome conversation. Glad we could have this talk.”

“You wanna know why it never worked with those guys?!” she yelled at him, her hands flying up in the air. “They weren’t you! God, I tried so hard to make it work with those guys! Any of them! But none of them made me feel the way you do. None of them get me the way you do. And… God! I wish they did! I wish at least one of them did, because then I could finally stop wasting my time on you when it’s obvious you don’t feel the same way about me!”

“I don’t feel the same?!” He grabbed a small notebook, hurling it at her. “If I never felt the same, explain that!” He pulled down the collar of his shirt, pointing at a small tattoo of a paper airplane on his chest “If I never felt the same, explain this!”

“Y-you got a tattoo? When?”

The sudden drop of her voice level took him a moment to realize what she’d asked. “When you started dating the guy with tattoos…” he told her.

“And this?” she asked, bending down to pick up the small notebook he’d thrown at her, thumbing through it. “Blue eyes, tattoos. Text back on time. Don’t say stupid shit,” she read aloud. “A-are these notes on how to date me?”

He shrugged. “I like to think they’re observations.”

“W-why would you need notes on how to date me?”

“To make sure you don’t get bored of me. To make sure you don’t forget me.”

“Seb-”

He shook his head fiercely, feeling his throat close up. “Don’t. Just don’t, okay? I know this is all my fault. I know if I had just stopped being a little bitch, and said something sooner like I wanted to, none of this would be happening right now. But I- Fuck… It’s always been me and you, and I dunno what I’d do if that stopped happening. You’re my best friend. And I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember. And… I can’t risk losing you. I won’t lose you. Even if that means spending the rest of my life jealous of the guys you date.”

“And you never bothered to think that I had the same fears? That I’m just as in love with your stupid ass?”

“Why would you be? I’m just the idiot best friend.”

“Haven’t you been listening? I- God, did you really get a tattoo?” she asked. “What even is it?”

“It’s a paper airplane,” he mumbled, face turning red.

“Can I see it again?” she asked somewhat shyly.

He shrugged, taking off his shirt and tossing it to the side. “Happy now?”

“Oh, Seb,” she giggled, crossing the room to him. “You didn’t have to take your shirt off. You could have just tugged down your collar again.”

“Are you complaining?” he teased lightly, pulling her into his lap.

“God, no,” she said with another giggle. “Oh, Seb,” she sighed, her fingers tracing the ink on his skin. “God, we’re so fuckin’ stupid, aren’t we?”

“Oh, I’m definitely stupid,” he admitted. “Said and done so much stupid shit I shouldn’t have said or done.” His nose nudged against hers, his lips brushing against her cheek when he said, “God, I’m so sorry. I shoulda manned up sooner. And I shouldn’t have said those things about the guys you dated. I just- I fucked up. I let my insecurities get in the way, and I fucked up.”

“I fucked up too, Seb,” she whispered, carding her hands through his hair. “I was trying to fill a you-sized hole when I had you in front of me the whole time.”

“So you still want me? Even after I was the idiot coward that kept fucking up?” The blue eyes were big and watery with small traces of fear as they held her gaze steady, foreheads knocked together.

“Of course I still want you. You’re the only one I’ve ever wanted, Seb.”

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[bloodycassian]

Reader x Cassian (kind of) Dynamic with the inner circle. Reader is protected from a new opposing threat by the Inner Circle. Shortish.

it is my headcanon that Cas and Az hustle fights ALL the time on the continent when they’re there.

Utterly drunk, you stumbled out of the bathroom and back into the crowd that awaited. The enormous caged fighting ring in the center of the crowd was flashing with shadows and flares of blue and red. The crowd roared, some even calling out cheating among the fighters. You didnt care, just grabbed another drink and ambled around the crowd, looking for a way to the fight gate.  You spotted Amren's small figure close to the ring and beelined for her. For that comforting radius that lacked people around her. Too afraid, even without her powers anymore. She still held the viperous look. "Your drunk." She said over the crowd, not taking her eyes of the fight.  "And you're small." You laughed, taking another drink. You could tell she wasn't happy, but with the events of that evening she couldn't blame you for needing a drink. The complete waste of time moving forces had been, only to find out the opposing army of Rask was an illusion. A very good one as well. Azriel's spies hadn't detected the magic, and Rhys himself didn't have and explanation of the dummy bodies that were left in the wake after a blow of magic seemed to just... wink the light out of them.  "Maybe it's a diversion?" Amren had said, inspecting one of the hollow bodies. It was a real Fae, just... empty. They never fought back, letting the lord of bloodshed end each one of them as they stood in place. He vomited shortly after the work was done. You rubbed his back soothingly through it. "Fifty silvers on the big one." A man slurred at your side, speaking to someone he obviously didn't recognize. Your chest bloomed with pride. That was your 'big one' up there. Cassian's face lit up with a smile, then Az caught him with a kick. Rhys' face burst into a wide grin. "Fifty gold marks on my Spymaster." He countered, getting the man to look up in shock.  "S-sor-" the man stammered, backing away into the crowd. Rhys' smile faded. His face had been gaunt for hours after the small army had been eradicated, it was nice to see even a small part of him coming back. Even with no new leads on who was controlling the opposing forces, tonight was a good night off. Even if you couldn't spend it with just Cassian. Azriel and Cassian knew how to put on a good show. Circling each other, they exchanged blows yet again. Azriel wiped blood from his brow, his shield was failing against Cassian's. But his shadows were giving him good enough blind spots for him to jab into Cas' sides.  "No witch fuckery in the ring!" A bearded man from a street balcony yelled. Cassian spit out blood onto the floor of the ring. There was always slight concern when they fought, but you trusted Azriel enough to not actually hurt him. They had grown up together. They knew each other's limits. "Trying to make me slip, brother?" Azriel panted, his fists up ready to block.  Cassian huffed a laugh, "I dont need the help." They collided again, and again and again until the bell rang and the round was over.  "You two are going to break that stage before either of you wins." Amren said, sipping from her cup of... you didn't want to know if she was trying blood again.  Both were covered in sweat and bloody, the wounds already healed. Azriel silently wiped his face with a towel, his hair disheveled. Cassian was much more of the showman, flexing his wings out in the empty space, earning a loud cheer from the audience. His eyes went to you, how you stared at the delicate folds of his wings.  "C'mere" He said, holding a hand out to you. You handed him your drink instead. He laughed, downing the rest of it, then he pulled you in next to him. Tucked you under his arm. "You stink Cas!" You groaned, trying to wriggle out of his grip. He boomed with laughter and let you go, the soft folds of that wing raking over your shoulder. "Not in public, remember?" You scolded, wobbling back to Amren. Your brain was fuzzy, and time seemed to slip by too fast. The bell rang again, calling them back to the ring. You watched them circle, then clash. Circle and clash over and over. There was no clear winner. The bet holders booed and threw empty bottles and cups at the caged ring. "Collect your money and leave." A voice boomed over the crowd. A chill ran through you at the authority in the voice.  Light appeared on a rooftop, three stories higher. "Now." The woman's sultry voice said with a purr. The crowd silenced, and began departing immediately. She was pale, the dark coat she wore making the alabaster of her skin stick out even more. " I require a word with the high lord." She looked to your left where Rhys was standing, hands in his pockets. Unconcerned.  You tried to pull yourself together. Willing your mind to sober up. Cassian's face was curious, then horror struck. Then you were in the air with his arms around you. His sweaty tan arms locking you in place. Your head spun. you clamped down on the nausea building. "What the hell Cassian-" He cut you off with a quick kiss, then let you drop. You started to scream, then were caught by a pair of smaller arms. Azriel.  Cassian was gone before you could say another word. Azriel was flying with speed that made it impossible to hear him even if he was shouting in your ear. He only stopped once the lights of the city had faded. Amren waited by the bank of a slow moving river for you. "Ride, get as far away as you can." Azriel said more to Amren than you. "Why- Where's Cas?" Your eyes stung with fear, heart hammering even in your state.  "Amren can explain, I need to get back to help. Go, now." He said, pressing something cold into your palm. Amren pulled the horse you handn't noticed closer. You balked at the thought of even attempting to climb on while this drunk. Your head swam still, trying to get you the right way up from flying. You gripped the coolness in your palm tightly, setting your jaw and readying yourself to argue with Azriel. You couldn't leave without Cassian. Especially without knowing if he was okay. Azriel saw the look and the fight you were about to put up, and sighed. He picked you up again and placed you in the saddle, then hooked your feet in the stirrups for you. You held the horn for stability, hoping to the Mother the horse wasn't a rough ride. Amren was behind you in a flash, her arms wrapping around you to hold the reins.  "If we're not back by nightfall, send the Darkbringers." Azriel said from the air. Amren nodded, saying nothing. She only kicked the horse, starting with a trot, then a gallop. The tears streaming rivers down your face felt as foreign as the ache in your chest.

#amren #rhysand #inner circle #cassian #azriel #reader x cassian #acotar fic

[tobi-smp]

when people talk about technoblade needing to take a narrative loss it’s not that they’re saying that he needs to lose a canon life for it to count, it’s that he never personally learns from his actions which the narrative doesn’t hold him accountable or even criticize him for even when that fact makes him and it hypocritical.

he didn’t Have to die during the execution scene for it to be a consequence, but at the same time he’s actively Refused to take responsibility for this actions that Lead To his execution. not only did he take tubbo’s second canon life in a public execution (which is exactly what his almost-death was mirroring), but Both of his attempts at destroying l’manberg Could Have Lead To More Canon Deaths.

tubbo could have lost his last canon life to technoblade shooting him with fireworks at his inauguration on the 16th, tubbo lost his Second life from essentially the same action. We know that it wasn’t written in the script, but the characters don’t know that, Technoblade doesn’t know that. tommy could have died when technoblade released withers on him, he literally Told tommy to die like a hero while he was doing it. Anyone could’ve died to the tnt or the withers or to technoblade shooting them.

technoblade Could have hunted them down if he really wanted any of them gone for good, but at the same time he had no way of knowing that it wouldn’t kill them, he was willing to take that risk. (”The ends justify the means Tubbo.)

not only can the same be said for doomsday, but doomsday did lead to a canon death, jack manifold Died For Real and only came back because he pulled himself out of hell.

so it goes like this:

technoblade takes a canon life and then risks the lives of a dozen other people (at least two of which could have been permanent) and then those people are framed as Narratively In The Wrong for trying to get revenge.

technoblade Almost But Doesn’t lose a canon life and then in response he Takes A Canon Life And Risks The Lives Of A Dozen Other People out of revenge and the narrative frames this as a Punishment for the people who’d tried and failed to get revenge the first time.

narratively speaking, if the butcher army is in the wrong then technoblade Should Also be in the wrong. that has to be the outcome because the butcher army did the exact same thing that technoblade did but to a lesser degree and less successfully. but technoblade gets out of that by making the named victim of his revenge “government” rather than “people.” he’s getting revenge on the Government for hurting him, the Government that corrupts. he doesn’t have to reflect on the people he’s hurt because he refuses to Consider the human aspect of government, of a country. it’s a shield from criticism and self reflection.

the problem Isn’t that he hasn’t gotten hurt by other people enough, it’s that his mindset isn’t Changed or even Challenged. it’s that he’s let off the hook and framed as in the right or at least the Winner for doing exactly what he’s angry at other people for doing But Worse. he believes in “absolute reciprocity” except for when it’s Him that’s facing consequences for his actions. which wouldn’t necessarily be a problem if he weren’t trying to play a lighthearted antagonist role that dips into heroism right now and if the narrative had framed him properly at the time.

technoblade shouldn’t have gotten murdered by the butcher army, he should have Felt Something for the people he’d hurt, he should have Felt Something when he was alone afterwards, he should have Felt Something when tommy died, he should have Felt Something when tubbo was so scared of having his home ripped away for a fourth time that he built nukes. even if he didn’t like, Turn A New Leaf or whatever, it should have Some affect on him. he doesn’t have to face any of the consequences for his own actions even when he’s the Winner. even when he frames his anger as stemming from having genuinely Cared about the people that he’s angry at.

if technoblade gets to win through revenge after framing his opposition as inherently corrupt because of their attempt at revenge then he shouldn’t Get to feel the same way about revenge afterwards. he should have to reflect on the nature of revenge and the nature of violence. but he doesn’t, he stays the same while everyone else bends around him. people are Afraid to stand up to him, to treat him as a real antagonist, because he’ll just destroy them harder than they could ever hurt him. and he doesn’t view his actions negatively because he’s never learned from them or learned from hurting other people.

so he’s an antagonist trying to shove themselves into an anti-hero role and the narrative around him just has to let him do that. and I’m not even gonna pretend like I don’t still Like it. part of the reason why he can do that is that he’s just a genuinely enjoyable and fun person to watch and interact with. but it’s just not as Interesting and it fucks the narrative weight of that arc all to hell.

#dream smp #technoblade #tubbo #tommyinnit #jack manifold #technoblade critical #c!technoblade critical #meta #long post

[irondad-creator-awards]

Prizes Update!

Unfortunately, @broskepol​ has had to pull out of the prizes as they’re swamped with work, but we still have the wonderful winner art created by @monireh89​. We’re keeping the actual design under wraps for now, but here’s a selection of her art so you can see her talent and get an idea of what’s coming for our winners.

Also, @krystalpomme​ is donating three custom Polariods for a raffle open to all nominated creators. More information can be found here. The prize is a physical print so you’ll need to be willing to give you mailing address to us to receive the prize. If you’re a nominated creator and would like to be entered into the raffle, drop me a message or email on [email protected].

#Irondad Creator Awards #irondad #spider-man #irondad and spiderson #iron man #tony stark #peter parker #spider son #artists #art #fanfic #fandom awards #writers #writing

[korissideblog]

ohh it's time for a sillie little sports festival fic <3

Tsumi belongs to the lovely @glitchviper , who also helped me a ton while writing this <3

[tw: fighting; derogatory language; like... Aito gets nasty with it]

Tsumi was preparing for the fight, her usual redgement of slow stretches. She wasn’t sure how this tournament would end, and she honestly didn’t want to think about it. She just had to get past the first round, then she could worry about the next one after.

Time slowed as she stretched her arms over her head, breathing calmly to soothe her nerves. Just do it. Aito would probably hate her for winning, but some things were just more important than other people’s opinions. Winning this sports festival meant more than just a metal and a ‘good job’ from her teachers. It meant proving herself to her peers- and earning her place in the ranks of Pro Heros.

But she shouldn’t think about that. She shouldn’t even be thinking about the fight right now. All she should be thinking about is her muscles relaxing as she stretched her legs. She would do her best. If her best lets her win, that’s good. If her best still ends in loss.

Then at least she’ll know what to work on.

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Aito’s forehead was an interesting sight.

Not that it was fairly fascinating in any way. Honestly, other than the twin horns poking out of the top, it was the model of an average teenager’s forehead. The only thing that was interesting about it was…

Was that you could see it.

Usually her forehead could only be seen in small slivers, seconds before you were charmed by the boy’s eyes. But for the sports festival, Aito seems to have an agenda in mind. You see, Aito is a strangely cruel creature, the kind to drink blood just to taste it, but there were just certain sympathies that were impossible for even her to ignore.

But with her bangs held back with a bandana and her poisonous yellow eyes on full display, she seemed more than willing to ignore them today.

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The girls stood across from each other on the floor of the stadium, Aito facing the crowds and waving as the announcer warned them to not look directly at the boy, especially not his eyes. Tsumi focused on her breathing, preparing for the fight ahead. She didn’t plan on much, Aito seemed an easy enough opponent. He was hubristic, and would probably lose interest in the fight in favor of the crowds. All Tsumi had to do w-

And then Aito looked at her. His eyes shattering into millions upon billions of fractals, all moving and shivering and growing and shrinking and rattling and screaming and-

And suddenly Tsumi found herself kneeling, the sides of her vision cloudy and dark as she continued to stare directly at Aito’s eyes. The next thing she knew, she was laying on the ground, the taste of concrete only shadowed by the pain in her head. She felt like she had been trampled by marshmallows- a fairly pleasant sort of pressure all over her body as she looked up to see Aito waving to the cheering crowds, and looked at a nearby television screen as a replay showed Tsumi kneeling before Aito, and the boy slowly approaching before landing a kick into the side of Tsumi’s head. She had charmed her. Tsumi knew vaguely of Aito’s quirk- and tried to figure out how to fight without looking the student in the eyes when-

Tsumi felt hands on her horns, and was immediately greeted by the sickeningly yellow eyes that she only wanted to avoid, the fractals returning and only growing worse with proximity, seeming to somehow engulf everything that wasn’t the darkened sides of her view.

“Breathe, Tsumi.” Aito commanded, helping Tsumi rest on her knees. “You’re going to have to breathe. You’re stressed. Just breathe.” Aito watched as Tsumi inhaled and exhaled, nodding as her breath returned to its regular pace. Aito had noticed Tsumi start to hyperventilate a bit when she hit the concrete, and wanted to make sure she was still alright.

He wanted everyone to see what a spectacular fighter he was, and he couldn’t do that if his opponent was in a suboptimal state.

“Tell me, are you tired, Tsumi?” Aito asked, trying to get a quick rundown on Tsumi’s state of mind.

“No- not tired. My head hurts.” Tsumi admitted, clearly under Aito’s control as she seemingly tried to look away, but just couldn’t. Aito also felt the need to look away, honestly, she’s never looked directly at one of her classmates for this long. Even when her eyes were covered, Aito had a habit of not looking directly at anyone he was interacting with, just as a second layer of protection. But this required focus, so even through her discomfort, Aito would press on.

“On your feet now, you need to stand up.” Aito advised, helping Tsumi up to the crowd's confusion. “Now, tell me Tsumi…” Aito whispered, slowly starting to spin them in a circle to further disorient her opponent. “Are you going to make this fight easy for me?”

“Never.” Tsumi responded honestly, with little expression in her face or voice, and Aito knew it was true. Both because of how amazingly dedicated Tsumi was and also because… you know- you can’t lie when charmed.

If Tsumi wasn’t going to make it easy on Aito, Aito wouldn't play nice either.

“Can’t you hear them Tsumi?” Aito asked, tightening her grip on the demon’s horns to keep eye contact. “They’re booing you. They’ve finally realized it. Realized that you’re scum. You’re nothing. You’re less than nothing!” Aito barked, watching Tsumi’s eye try to dart around, to look at the crowds as they jeered and heckled her in her mind, but she couldn’t. All she could do was hold Aito’s shoulders, weakly trying to push him away. “Do you have friends here, Tsumi?”

“I-I-“ she stuttered. Aito’s never gotten anyone to stutter while answering a question! Aito’s control only grew crueler as she grew more exhilarated- electrified as she imagined her next fight going just as easily- and the one after that, and the one after that, and so on and so forth till!! Victory!

“Yes… of course you do.” Aito hummed, keeping Tsumi’s hallucination laden mind focused on her voice. “They hate you. They know what you are and they hate you for tricking them.” She continued, her grip on Tsumi’s horns growing tighter and tighter as he felt victory at the tip of his forked tongue. “They’re gonna watch me put you down like the dog you are. And they’re gonna cheer! And they’re gonna thank me! Thank me for destroying you. Thank me for finally showing them what worthless vermin you really really are.”

Aito’s voice grew stronger, till Tsumi couldn’t even hear it anymore- only feel the shivers of sorrow and the wish to just keel over and die. Die right there and never have to face anyone ever again. Because she was disgusting. And she was weak. And she was worthless. And she was… she was getting so tired. So very very tired and… and she wanted to lie down… she should just… just lie down. And… and…

And the next thing Tsumi knew, she was laying down on the floor of the stadium again, again looking up at Aito- the bandana now over her eyes- as she laughed, almost seeming to shake with all the excitement. The crowds cheered hesitantly, not sure exactly how Aito got her opponent to submit, but… a winner is a winner?

Except… Tsumi could stand. She wasn’t immobilized, she wasn’t out of bounds… and she definitely never surrendered.

So… she could stand up- and she did- and she could sneak up on Aito- and she did- and she could- and did- snatch the little demon by the tail.

Aito yelped in surprise, barely even thinking to turn around before Tsumi had pulled him back into the fight. Tsumi pulled Aito to the ground and- if not with a bit of irony- kicked the creature in the head. Aito’s head made a bit of a louder noise when it made contact with the floor, but little harm was done as Aito rolled back onto her feet and shook it off, immediately charging back into the fight. He reached up to remove the bandana, but was stopped as Tsumi smacked her hand away, landing a punch within just the next second.

“Ah!! Tsumi! Ah you got my eye!” Aito whined, reaching up again to apply a soothing pressure on the injured eye and turning away from her opponent as if to shield himself. “Owowowowow!” Tsumi’s Big Sister Mode immediately kicked in as she was about to call the match off just to check on Aito’s eye-

And she suddenly realized that she should have seen this coming when Aito’s elbow crashed into her nose.

“Ah!!! You-” Tsumi barked, touching her upper lip and scowling at the blood leaking from her nose. “You brat!”

“Well hey now!” Aito huffed, putting her hands on her hips. “We don’t have to be rude!” Aito grew to regret the bandana as, while trying again to remove it, he caught a right hook to the jaw. Aito went stiff from the force, spinning around on his heel and falling flat on his stomach like a cartoon.

The crowd’s cheering came to a climax as Tsumi realized she shouldn’t underestimate anything about her opponent, and needed to finish this while she could. She reached down and grabbed Aito by the back of her collar and her wiry little tail, lifting her up just enough to throw her over the white lines and right out of bounds.

Aito huffed a bit, trying to catch her breath before finally standing to face an equally exhausted Tsumi.

“Great match señora Sumi!” Aito chirped, shaking hands with Tsumi and immediately getting back to her usual chipper attitude, as if nothing had ever happened. “I’m not too happy that I’m out of the tournament, but I’m glad I was beaten by someone as tough as you!” Tsumi stared blankly at Aito, unsure if this was some sort of trap or joke or- then suddenly Aito removed his bandana and pulled Tsumi close, clacking their horns together, as everything went into a familiar sort of tunnel vision. “Believe me Tsumi, I won’t be beaten by just anyone. If you value your sanity, you will win this tournament.” Aito spat, her grip on Tsumi’s hand tightening for just a second, before she was released again and Aito closed her eyes. “Good luck on your next fight, Señora!” Aito giggled, giving Tsumi a tight hug before slipping the bandana over her eyes and skipping back into the side door of the arena.

“Aito wait!” Tsumi called to the girl as he started to walk away. She might have been angry at the little gremlin but that didn’t mean she had nothing to say. “I hope you know the outcome of this match could have been far worse for you,” she paused, smiling a bit at Aito’s pout, “even so- I owe you my thanks. You actually managed to teach me something… and as for the tournament, I don’t plan on losing.” Despite her quirk not being activated a dark aura seemed to surround her, her voice a whisper of a sinister tone.

Aito pout turned to an equally evil smile, his tail wagging with enthusiasm as his ears flapped in excitement- as if he would burst at the seams with delight from just the promise alone. “Give ‘em hell, ‘Sumi!” she hollered, raising his hands to his head and making his fingers look like Tsumi’s horns as he cheered for his once-opponent.

Tsmui laughed wholeheartedly at the boy, turning back to her side of the arena. “I plan on it!”

#ohhh these sillie little girls <3 #aito takao #tsutsumi natsumi #bnha oc comeback #event: sports festival tournament #Kori stories