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gabessquishytum · 5 months

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This insecure Dream Human AU ( from here: https://gabessquishytum.tumblr.com/post/733275896145969152/im-always-going-to-be-a-sucker-for-insecure ) is going wild in my mind!!

I'm seeing this whole saga of Hob slowly, slowly teaching Dream how much he appreciates his body, maybe over weeks or months. Hob is a patient man and it's more important than anything that Dream feel comfortable and safe and loved. So he takes it one bit at a time — one body part, one precious swathe of skin. They keep the lights dim because even though Hob wants to see every detail of Dream in crisp 4k, he's committed to not scaring Dream. So he gets some low amber nightlights and focuses on feeling his way over his lover's body inch by inch.

He starts, maybe, with one hand playing in Dream's hair, while Hob laves his little earlobe and then kisses slowly down to his collarbone. He's careful and keenly alert to any shift in Dream's body, any tension or tremor or resistance. Hob he presses wet kisses to the crook of Dream's neck, feels his pulse patter wildly beneath the skin. And then as he approaches the thick neckline of Dream's oversized sweater, he can feel the slight shake in Dream's hands, which are clutching Hob's shirt.

"Alright?" Hob pauses to ask, and Dream nods, still obviously nervous, and Hob raises his eyebrows. "We can stop."

Dream takes a moment. He shuts his eyes. Then he shakes his head. "Please don't."

Hob is nearly overcome with gratitude. How did he ever earn the trust of this beautiful creature? He is tender and careful, letting Dream keep his sweater on and only dipping his nose and his mouth inside the neck to nuzzle and suck at Dream's beautiful collarbones.

He can tell from the hitch in Dream's breath that he likes it, and Dream's pleasure sends the blood rushing to Hob's cock. He nips — carefully, Dream is so delicate — at the thin, sensitive skin covering the birdlike bones and lets his hips rut into Dream's. Maybe they both come in their pants like teenagers, but it's ok because they're taking this slowly.

Eventually, one day, Dream comes into the bedroom without his sweater, and lets Hob move his ministrations downward. Slowly, slowly he explores the edges of Dream's tight little tanktop and more carefully than ever begins to slide it up to expose more of the treasured body. Weeks go by in which Hob learns every plane and crease and freckle of Dream's nipples, laving them mercilessly as Dream writhes and begs him not to stop.

After a month or more, Hob is kissing every rib, running his tongue over them. Dream even, eventually lets Hob kiss his belly button — the first time, he shouts at the strange sensation, but he lets himself relax under Hob's expert hands and lips and tongue, trusting his lover's care and his own pleasure.

It has gotten very hard not to believe that Hob actually loves his body.

Hob moves over the planes of Dream's stomach and down toward the jut of each hip, peaking over the edges of his tight jeans. One then the other.

It is several more weeks before Dream's own shaking hands move to lower his zipper and he lets Hob nose beneath the snug denim waistband. Hob almost comes on the spot and he has to swallow back tears as he realizes the level of trust Dream is giving him and how far they've come.

It's taken months to get from neck to waist, but it takes only a few sessions of Hob laving the crease of Dream's hip, inches from his painfully hard cock, before Dream is begging…

"Can you… through the fabric? Do you think…" Dream sniffs, ashamed that he's STILL struggling with this. He wants it SO badly, and Hob has been so patient and good to him, and it's been ages — he's SO close, but—

"Sweetheart." Hob reaches up to wipe the tears from Dream's cheeks and stop the spiraling in its tracks. He's so proud of his lover's progress and so unbelievably gratified to have been allowed so much of him. "Of course," he murmurs. He's gotten this far, and he'll keep going, century upon century if that's what it takes. A little underwear fabric isn't going to stop him.

He groans as he mouths at Dream's precious cock through his thin, silky boxers. Dream is writhing and clutching Hob's hair. The fabric is no match for Hob's clever tongue, and — neither of them think it's actually going to happen — but Dream comes with a shocked sob and a clenched hand in Hob's hair, and Hob savors ever drip of spend that soaks through to his tongue. He holds Dream tenderly after that and soothes him and tells him how good he's been and how proud he is.

Dream's jeans go next — he was always particularly self conscious of his skinny legs, but Hob shows them the same love and attention he's shown every inch of Dream's skin. And now, every day after he kisses the slender thighs and the hollows behind Dream's knees and his graceful ankles, he's allowed to kiss his way back up to where Dream's cock hides shyly but eagerly behind his boxers and soak the fabric with spit and bring Dream off with his strong, clever tongue. He's even allowed to explore the (still shielded) skin of Dream's balls and — in tiny increments of millimeters — the area behind.

It takes weeks more of this before one day Dream slowly hooks his shaking fingers into the waistband of his silky boxers and — smiling coyly but with teary eyes fixed on Hob's — he slides them down, and then he's naked under Hob's gaze.

They are still using the amber nightlights, but in this moment, Hob doesn't care. Dream's skin glows ethereal and perfect as he finally lets Hob take care of him thoroughly.

It's another several months before they can tun up the lights. They experiment in starlight and moonlight and with the low lamp on the nightstand. But eventually, on a warm summer day, they make love in a distant green field with the sun blazing down on both their naked bodies.

And afterward, Hob holds Dream close and murmurs poetry into his ear, and this time Dream believes every word.

This is so soft and sweet. I'm actually melting, I love these two so so much.

Imagine Hob curling around Dream, spooning him so tightly. Dream just fits perfectly in his arms. Maybe he starts whispering right up against Dream’s ear. First of all he tells Dream how beautiful his "imperfections" are. How much he loves those beautiful long legs, because they do a magnificent job of carrying Dream around each day. And also because they're so pretty. Hob loves the jut of Dream’s ankle bone, the sinews and tendons that show through the skin, the perpetually bruised knees. He loves every bit of his Dream, and he talks about it all in detail.

And maybe he goes on to share one or two of his own insecurities. How he's sometimes felt like he doesn't match up to what a man should look like. Sometimes he hasn't loved his body as he ought to. Dream is surprised to hear his gorgeous, confident Hob say those things, but in a way it soothes him. He feels less like he's being weird or needy. And now he knows that he should pay special attention to certain parts of Hob to make sure that he feels extra loved.

They definitely have lots and lots of gentle sex. And also silly laughing sex. And messy raunchy sex. Sometimes Dream keeps his t-shirt, or his socks, or his underwear on. Hob never minds. As long as Dream knows that he's cherished and adored, Hob is content. He just wishes he had an eternity to love on every single inch of his Dream <3

#cowardly--throwaway #the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw body image

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an-apocalypse-of-magpies · 1 year

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Whatiu, Toa of Stone

Whatiu, Whatiu, what are we going to do with you? Whatiu is a being of anger; at injustice, at evil, at her forsaken world. But when Pazu Nui fell into ruinous decline, with no clear foe, she went more than a little bit mad. Now she stalks the wilderness, lost to her own fury, a prisoner in her own head. She barely knows her purpose any more. A tool made only for destruction, her howls ululate across Pazu Nui, starving for evil to destroy. And with her mighty Flail Fists, her great strength, and the Kanohi Rupaku, the Mask of Tremors, her target’s destruction is not a matter of when, but how.

Whatiu is designed along the philosophy of the meme of ‘Aren’t you tired of being nice? Don’t you just want to go apes***?’. The flail arms are a design I’ve wanted to play with for a while now, adopting the idea from Prithvi from Digital Devil Saga, and I eventually settled on a series of links stuck together with chains and system studs. Posing the actual model will be difficult without wire, but oh well. To fit the berserker aesthetic, I made sure to use judicious application of large armour pieces, like the Nuva armour on the forearms and hands, and the Glatorian/Stars feet for thigh plating.

She is not okay.

Kanohi Rupaku designed by Galva_Nize.

#lego #lego moc #bionicle #bionicle moc #toa

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2undial · 16 days

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miscellaneous courier six oc thoughts under the cut because i love her and need to ramble

her name is calla and she's the worrrrst <3 okay technically calla is a nickname (her full name being carolina callaway) but i have NEVER actually referred to her as carolina and i refuse to start now. ANYWAYS she's a sharpshooter who's ridiculously good at caravan who used to be a mojave bootrider -> reluctantly became part of the chairmen when mr. house took over the strip -> worked as a dealer and enforcer at the tops -> was DEFINITELY fucking benny. kinda power hungry but good at hiding it. benny considered the two of them as more of a serious item than she did (aroallo) but she played along b/c being seen as benny's girl did her a lot of favors within the chairmen due to their chauvinism. at one point benny let his plans for the platinum chip slip and, seeing this as an easy route towards a power grab, she left in the middle of the night and took the job as courier six. ultimately goes for the independent vegas route, and in my head, the dlc saga takes place AFTER the endgame so she's already the head of new vegas when ulysses comes calling. what else. uhhhh her two highest stats in my game are charisma and agility and her tagged skills are barter guns and survival. she uses the lucky revolver you can find in primm. i passed that one barter check in dead money that leads to dean turning on you so that's canon to her too lol. she was pretty close to singer before benny had him killed, as they had similar ideas about the bootriders' transition into the chairmen and wanting to keep the tribe's traditions alive. she has an essential tremor which lead to her training her hand-eye coordination extensively. AND she's a bitch because i <3 mean aro women. love her :)

#calla

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rebel-walnut · 11 months

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Let's Do The Time Warp Again

Steddie Season 3 time travel fic, Part 6

Ao3, Pt. 1, Pt.2, Pt.3, Pt.4, Pt.5

Steve answers the door on Eddie's second knock still adorned in his sailor costume, and if Eddie wasn't running on pure shock-ridden survival instincts he'd make a comment about it. As it stands, Eddie barely even remembers the drive over.

Eddie had woken up to no air in his lungs, clawing at the fraying couch cushions he'd collapsed onto mere seconds after getting into his trailer. He didn't have time to think before he was shakily punching out the numbers smeared in red over his forearm, Steve answering with "come over," in that oddly commanding and seductive tone of his that he seems to get during Armageddon, and then Eddie was replying with "on my way," and suddenly the line was dead. Eddie's lucky he remembered how to get to a house he'd only ever been parked in the driveway of to sell overpriced drugs to underaged teens.

Now, Steve seems to be wearing a similar distressed expression to Eddie's, complimenting his rumpled costume. Steve peers through the crack of the slightly open door into the woods surrounding the house before tugging Eddie inside and latching the door behind him. Steve's fingers stay anchored to the light denim of Eddie's vest over his shoulder, the tremor in them almost hidden by the weight of the fabric. Out of instinct Eddie covers Steve's hand with his own, their shaking syncing for a second before finding their own polyrhythm. Neither says anything for a moment, anxiously content to match each other's panicked breathing and catch the worry in the other's eyes. Then Eddie makes the mistake of looking down to Steve's right hand.

"Why in the everloving fuck do you have a nail bat, Harrington?"

Steve's small laugh cuts through some of the anxiety in the air, and he gives it a small spin in his hand as he lets go of Eddie's vest.

"I feel like I shouldn't need to answer that, given what we just went through- er I guess go through in a year? Besides, Jonathon made it, I just stole it in '83 and never gave it back."

Eddie tries not to let his jaw hit the floor as he reaches for the handle of the bat, fingers slightly brushing Steve's. He lets Eddie take it.

"Byers made this apocalyptic instrument of insanely metal destruction? Who knew he had it in him," Steve snorts while Eddie inspects the bat, though not daring to give it a swing lest Mrs. Harrington materializes right in front of him to personally murder Eddie for slashing up her Roman drapes and turning her vases to dust.

"I feel like I should've known he had it in him," Steve quirks his lips into a crooked smirk and gestures to the left side of his face. "He's the one who kicked off the thrilling saga of me getting my face caved in," Steve's tone is light and teasing, but there's an underlying tightness to it. "Plus, it wasn't nearly as bad as the year after when fucking Hargrove smashed a plate over my head-"

Eddie had heard the rumors about who tried to curb stomp King Steve back in '84, whether Steve deserved it or not, had it worse or not. He opens his mouth to ask, because really? Hargrove smashed a fucking plate over his head? That's a story Eddie needs to hear, cause fuck Hargrove and his god complex, racism, questionably closeted homophobia, and just general douchebaggery, that guy's the worst. Eddie would continue his train of thought -and probably turn it into a whole tangent- if the way Steve cuts himself off mid-sentence while the color drains away from his face wasn't extremely concerning.

"Steve? What-"

"Hargrove."

Steve's eyes grow impossibly wider as he reaches to dig his fingers into both sides of Eddie's vest. He's not shaking anymore, but Eddie wouldn't call paralyzed with fear a win either. Eddie balances the bat against the door and mirrors Steve, resting his hands on Steve's shoulders in a hopefully comforting weight.

"Hargrove gets flayed- the mindflayer gets him," Steve's eyes start to narrow a touch, the panic giving way to compartmentalized strategy that Steve must have learned from the world ending every year for the last four years. "He gets flayed, and then tries to kill Nance, and I hit him with, well, a really wicked car-"

"You hit Hargrove with your car?!" Eddie's voice squeaks and Steve drops his hands, rushing down the hallway with Eddie behind in tow.

"Well not my car -I wish I could have kept the Todd Father-"

"Todd father?" Eddie whispers to himself more than anyone, watching Steve grab a magnetic note pad off his fridge and rip the grocery list off the front before scrounging through a drawer for a pen.

"-Robin would have been relentless about it though, despite the fact that I drive her and the gremlins everywhere for free-" Steve's rambling feels like a habit he picked up from Robin, Eddie thinks. His rant tapers off into small mumbles and hums as Steve scribbles chicken scratch all over the notepad in a mess of dates and question marks, finally tearing it off the pad and sliding it across the island towards Eddie.

“Now, I was trapped in a Russian bunker for like three days so most of my information is coming from what everyone else told me-” What the fuck? “-but from what I remember, El and the rest of the kids find out for sure that Hargrove is flayed on Tuesday. Same day that me, Robin, Dustin, and Erica get stuck in the elevator. He must have been flayed before Tuesday though -I think El mentioned something about seeing him the day before and thinking he was off- since he was already showing enough signs that he was flayed,” Steve pokes at the paper with the butt of the pen, tapping where he underlined Sunday the 30th (today) - Tuesday the 2nd (TWO DAYS!!!). Underneath, he wrote Hargrove trapped in the sauna on 2nd, possibly already flayed, and ASK EL!!!!!

Steve’s gross overuse of exclamation marks aside, they still have almost no information on how to fix this. Even before adding Hargrove to the mix, their plan seemed to consist of ‘lure spooky evil Russians away from the gate and see if we can use their portal,’ and ‘ask a magical pre-teen to blast them forward in time somehow, even though she might not even be able to do it.’

“Steve, I’m gonna be totally and truly honest with you here. I do not give even half a fuck about Hargrove, and I’m not sure why you do, but I think maybe we have bigger problems than the biggest douche-weasel we know getting what he deserves,” Eddie watches Steve’s gaze darken, his eyes narrowing and his brow furrowing at the center.

“If it was just him that this concerned, I wouldn’t give a shit. But he’s Max’s brother,” Eddie’s eyebrows shoot upwards and he tries to suppress the drop in his chest. “The guilt over not being able to save him is what gets her cursed next year,” Steve’s breath is shuddering, his intense stare breaking just a little. “I can’t let her go through that again, man. She doesn’t deserve it. She’s just a kid- one of my kids- and I didn’t even see it. I barely even noticed something was wrong with her, just let it happen right underneath me,” His voice cracks as he stares into Eddie, eyes wide and hollow. Eddie lets his heart break from the haunted look on Steve’s face alone.

“Fuck- you should’ve seen her when she handed me that fucking letter- so resigned to her own death, and she’s barely even a teenager, just accepting it like she thinks she deserves it-” Steve breaks and his head drops into his hands, quiet sobs wracking his body against the counter. “And I don’t even know if she made it- we let her go after him alone-”

Eddie moves in an instant rounding the island to pull Steve against his chest and tucking Steve’s head under his chin, just letting the other curl in on himself. Steve’s breaths heave against both of them, Eddie drawing his in slow and pronounced in an effort to get Steve to match his breathing.

He didn’t know Hargrove was Red’s brother. He knew them separately; Hargrove being the asswipe that liked to terrorize his friends in highschool, calling them every applicable slur under the sun. Red was just the quiet yet slightly off putting girl that lived across from him, that he only got to know at the end of the world. He barely even knew why she was cursed in the first place, spending most of his energy running from murderous jocks. But fuck, that girl stole his heart the minute she pulled out the Myers mask. So, fine. Anything for Red.

Steve’s still shaking against Eddie’s chest, but it’s at least slightly slower now. Eddie’s rubbing small circles into Steve’s shoulder, trying to give some sort of grounding pattern and pressure as Steve slows his breaths in between shudders.

“We’re gonna figure it out,” Eddie whispers against Steve’s hair, his breath tousling it just a touch. “Red’s gonna be okay. We know now, we can fix it,” Steve sniffles against Eddie’s shoulder and leans into Eddie’s hold around him. After a moment when Steve’s breathing is back to normal, he straightens up but doesn’t quite lean out of Eddie’s space. His eyes are tinged red from tears to match the flush of red in his nose and cheeks from crying. The pink is striking against the deepness of his eyes and the gold of his freckles, and Eddie thinks it’s a cruel joke from the universe that Steve still looks like an Adonis after a breakdown, meanwhile Eddie ends up looking like a rat that got left out too long in the sun.

Steve lowers his hands from where they were tucked around himself and gently rests them against Eddie’s arms, his thumbs tracing light patterns under the crease of where Eddie’s elbow bends. Steve’s staring holes into where their skin is touching -both of them just lightly holding each other and neither daring to move- before he gives a small cough and a shake of his head that dislodges a few perfectly-styled waves.

“Thank you,” Steve says in the smallest voice Eddie’s ever heard from him. It’s the sort of voice Eddie used around Wayne during the first few months of them living together. The kind that says I’m scared, and I’m vulnerable, and don’t judge me, and please give me a chance before deciding you don’t want me. Or maybe that last one’s just for Eddie.

“You don’t need to thank me. It happens,” Eddie tries to match Steve’s lightness, the moment too fragile for his usual buzz. “Besides, I meant what I said. Even if it’s too late to save Hargrove, we can help Max,” Eddie pulls on Steve’s arms a little for emphasis, and Steve sways into his space with a tentative smile. “I don’t know what consequences we have here -whether this timeline gets erased or what- but we should try, right?” Eddie flits his eyes between Steve’s, relishing in the light that’s slowly coming back. He wants to bask in it.

“Right,” Steve says with more of his usual lightness, looking back down at their tangled arms. Steve runs his fingers across Eddie’s skin again, both of them just staring down together. Steve’s fingers dig in a little bit. “I know we just got past the dark shit, but we should probably talk about the whole reason you came over in the first place before I decided to hijack your freakout.”

Eddie laughs despite the dryness in his mouth at the memory of the dream, jerking his head a little to get rid of the phantom press of hell-tentacles around his neck. He’d bleach the dream from his memory if he could. The endless dark of whatever extra-terrestrial ocean he was in, the slick sounds of the vines moving against each other. The suffocating press of them. The hissing voice that was thick enough to breathe in like air. Eddie’s still trying to figure out where to start when Steve takes a step back to wrap his arms around himself.

“Any chance it had to do with a void and vines from the upside down?” Eddie’s blood is cold in his fingertips and buzzing against his skull. Fuck. No. Eddie forces down a breath and tries not to taste the lingering scum from the upside down.

“Fuck.”

“Fuck, indeed.”

“So it wasn’t just a standard PTSD dream? You had the same thing?!” Steve gives a solemn nod. Eddie’s pacing now, every ounce of calm that he’d mustered up for Steve a few minutes ago now defenestrated and set on fire. His hands are pulling through his curls in his usual nervous habit with Steve standing oddly stoic across from him, save for the heavy indents his fingernails are making in his arms. “Goddammit, I was really hoping I was just overreacting.”

“Did, um. Did a voice? Say anything to you?” Eddie squeezes his eyes shut and tries to push down the physical memory brought on by Steve’s words. The voice ‘saying’ something feels underwhelming. The way Eddie heard it, it was more of a force of nature than anything. Tearing between his cells and slithering between his ears, the hissing suffocating and killing any air he tried to breathe. Pungent and thick like smoke, less of a voice and more of a weapon. Eddie tries to talk about it anyways.

“Told me I don’t belong here, but I can be used. Used for an army, I think, I don’t know- I was sort of choking on vines at that point,” Eddie stops his pacing to face Steve and bite at his nail instead, Steve’s eyes immediately snapping to his.

“So the other figure was you…” He says it more to himself than to Eddie even though Steve’s gaze is still intensely trained on him. “Do you think-” Steve cuts himself off with a harsh swallow and Eddie knows he’s feeling the phantom grit from the vines in his throat. “Do you think it’s him? Creel?” Steve’s eyes are blown wide and his nails are digging deeper and deeper into the sides of his arms. They live in the silence between them for an infinite amount of seconds before Eddie has to break it.

“Has to be,” It’s quiet and unsure when he says it, but the unspoken fact is sure; Vecna knows they’re here. And he’s going to make them pay for it.

“Fuck, okay. God, this would be so much easier with Nance, she’s always the logical one with the strategy,” Steve huffs out a breath and finally releases his death grip around his biceps, electing instead to scrub his hands down his face before resting them on his hips. Were Eddie not currently in the middle of an existential crisis, he probably would’ve had to bite back a comment about Steve looking like an exasperated housewife. “Do you feel any different? When Will got possessed he said he could sense it, like a presence or something, was always touching the back of his neck. I don’t know, I never really understood it. But anything like that?”

“No, I don’t think so,” Eddie runs his fingers across the nape of his neck- in search of what exactly, he has no clue. Maybe for him to turn into the upside down version of Medusa with vines sprouting from his head. The thought makes him want to gag. “Maybe we woke up early enough that it didn’t like, mark us or whatever?”

“Maybe…”

It’s naive and they both know it, but neither say anything to contradict it. Steve gives a small thoughtful nod with his eyebrows back in their usual furrowed state. Eddie’s ready to drop it until tomorrow anyways, having had enough threats to his wellbeing for one day.

“Okay. Well there’s no way you’re going back home tonight. We can camp out in the living room and take turns sleeping to make sure nothing else happens,” Steve says with a clap of his hands and is back in what Eddie has dubbed his Babysitter Mode ™. Eddie chooses to ignore the plasticity in Steve’s smile as he’s shooed into the living room to flip through Steve’s frankly massive collection of VHS tapes. He’d blame it on Steve working at a video rental store, but that hasn’t even happened yet.

The whirring of the microwave combined with light popping is muffled from the kitchen, Eddie still fidgeting at the entrance to the living room. It’s a slightly surreal experience being at the literal King of High School's house for a sleepover movie night, and being casually told to go pick from dozens of movies. Sure, it was brought on by interdimensional time travel, but that feels slightly less relevant when faced with being invited into Steve Harrington’s mansion that could fit Eddie’s whole trailer in the foyer (What kind of house has a spacious enough hallway to be considered a foyer? ridiculous).

Eddie’s still debating just withering away in the entrance when he notices a slightly crumpled beer can by the foot of the couch. The spill is sticky with age and dark around the edges, almost black at the farthest points. It’s absolutely disgusting. It also happens to be just human enough to break the perfect mansion illusion and let Eddie over the threshold. Turns out even the Steve Harrington of ‘85 has his bad habits, if you can call leaving a spilled beer out for months on hardwood floors that probably cost more than Eddie’s whole life a bad habit. He kicks the can lightly with the toe of his sneaker and is surprised to find it not glued to the floor, but rather moving freely.

He crouches down next to the spill and picks up the can to find it still half full of liquid. On closer inspection the edges of the puddle seem almost gooey, the black reflecting blue and green in the light. Maybe not grosser than anything Eddie’s ever found in the corners of his room, but still gross enough that he wrinkles his nose when he touches a finger to the black and it comes back gelatinous.

“Harrington! I’m gonna need a hazmat suit and some paper towel in here-” Eddie gasps at the sharp prick of pain in his finger and blinks a few times at the way the goo seems to be- moving. It forms an all too familiar pattern as the goo starts to create tendrils that twist up from the spill and slide against each other. Eddie stumbles back, but the tendrils are quick to follow. They latch onto his hand again, pulling and sucking at the skin, sending shocks of pain up his arm. He tries to shake them free, wipe them off on the floor, nothing.

The tension in the goo is building fast, the tendrils too strong to the point that Eddie cant get away. He watches as the tips of his fingers start to turn white and pale, an ache behind his eyes and temples growing. There’s a buzzing in his ears blocking out any other sound, and Eddie just catches the sight of his veins turning thick and black with poison before his vision starts to tunnel. He thinks he sees a mop of golden brown curls come into view. Maybe they call his name. Someone is, he thinks. There’s a hiss in his throat and under his skin and in his veins, and all Eddie can think is that he forgot to pick out a movie for Steve.

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zaceouiswriting · 1 year

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Fairy Prince - Hearts of Leviathans - Ch.6

Characters: Sky x male reader, Brandon x male reader, Riven x male reader

Universe: Winx Club/Winx Saga

Warning: None

Fortunately, when he arrived at the transporter's landing pad, the strange servant was not there. Only a few guards protecting the place are there.

But even more surprising was that nobody was near my room when I got my things just a few minutes ago. This only makes the absence of this strange servant on the landing platform even more unexpecting. So where could this guy be? I quickly checked the day, but I did not mistake the day.

But now it was five minutes after the time grandfather had told me, and still no ship here to take me to Magix. The ancestors of all living beings must have been the most uncreative people there are. I mean, Magix? Really? You can't make it any more obvious than that.

However, that was not the point. I had to look around with trepidation because of what was happening because nothing like this had ever happened in the past.

After another five minutes had passed, I became frustrated with the situation. Though I felt like throwing a tantrum, I managed to maintain my composure. "Excuse me, guard?" I spoke up, noticing that his hands shook and the other men appeared intimidated by me too. It seemed my reputation had preceded me.

I sighed heavily and averted my eyes in disappointment. "When will my ship get here?"

One of the guards quickly activated a hologram bracelet and looked through folders. He kept checking them as if whatever he saw in them would magically change. His eyes widened in terror. I already knew that something was amiss. Thus I fixed my gaze on the guard and waited until he met my eyes again. "I-uh-I... no royal ships are listed for today, Your Highness!" He bowed apologetically, but that wasn't necessary. After all, it wasn't his fault.

Annoyed that the plan was abandoned because I was away for a day pissed me off a little. I took a small item from my left pocket and activated it. The small metal object shot parts of it and formed a rectangle. A display was immediately seen, generated by a small magical crystal within its main body.

I punched in a number and brought it to my ear. After waiting some time, my beloved brother's cracking voice was suddenly heard. "You know the whole palace is looking for you, right?" He sounded disappointed, almost startled by my sudden reappearance.

"Calm down before you have a heart attack, little brother. I only want you to tell the old man that I will travel to Magix alone because he canceled the ship. Although I'll be there much earlier, I'll keep in touch with you."

“Okay, brother. Keep out of trouble!“

“You know me.“

"That's exactly why I told you that!"

Chuckling, I ended the call only to be met by three pairs of confused eyes. "I like old tech." I shrugged and turned away from them, stepping off the landing platform only to walk alongside the stairs.

A bit away from the stairs leading up to the landing platform, I stood still, closed my eyes, and focused on the flow of magic. A second later, I shifted a step to the left, where I sensed the flow of magic more strongly and breathed in and out in a long, deep rhythm. The warm air rushed through my nostrils straight into my lungs, stretching my chest where I held it only to breathe it out of my mouth with all the magic extracted from it. But as soon as the magicless air came out of me, it was reinvigorated by the magic-filled air around me. Gradually I felt the magic pulse of my body and the world reacting to each other. No one around me seemed to take notice, as they had grown accustomed to the regular tremors of our world.

They didn't even feel that this quake wasn't a natural occurrence. I use all my power until beads of sweat form on my forehead to pull stones from the depths of the world with the most concentrated magical energy. Just enough to build a stone arch. As soon as it closed, a faint surge of magic went through my body. It wasn't enough for anyone else to feel, thankfully.

I leaned forward and rested my forearms on my knees, needing to breathe for a second. With all my senses overflowing, I couldn't concentrate anymore. Even if I could focus, I still have the problem of a lack of energy in my body. For fucks sake, I can't even move my hand to my pounding heart! A minute, then two fell into the sand. Soon enough, five minutes passed, and I was still standing in front of this stupid unfinished portal. With barely enough energy to finish it.

Even though it took me a while, I still somehow managed to get both my hands on the porta. Pushing all my magical energy into it, while everything on my mind was Magix.While I have no idea why "it" taught me this rune, I think it was essential for me to know. Maybe not for this moment, as I hardly think "it" knew about my grandfather canceling my flight, so probably for a moment in the future. Learning such high magic is extremely difficult, and only masters of magic can even attempt these forms of magic. But thanks to this rune, hopefully, I won't have to practice for years only to fail again and again.

Combining the two, I soon found the rune pulsing, almost like a soft, steady heartbeat. Slowly the rune disappeared, and in its stead, there was Magix in all its beauty. I could not move, not only because of the beauty of the portal, which glowed a warm blue but also because almost all magical energy was gone from my body.

Breathing heavily, sweat dripping from my forehead, I had to steady myself by leaning against the portal frame. I never thought it would be this freaking hard! Usually, runes don't need magic, or at least not this much, but this special one seems to be something else.

“Your Highness!“

Terror ran down my back, even though it could have just been sweat; seeing it as horror sounds more correct. All because the foreign servant was the one calling for me. Without looking back, I threw my luggage through the portal. Not a sign of weakness in any of my movements.

Before I went through it myself, however, I turned around. Startled again, as I could see him running with luggage… his luggage! Nope. Nope. Nope! I won't let him go with me! This decision didn't even take me a second. Making me wonder how much of myself I lost in the war. Then again, who in their right mind would want a spy by their side? So I quickly turned again, only to step through the portal with one foot, breathing heavily. After taking another step: I stuck my head back through the portal to see my home again, only to make sure the strange servant would never be able to follow me through it.

Standing just outside it at the edge of a nearby forest, I was mesmerized for a second. Closing the portal gate was almost out of my mind. But suddenly, I remembered "him" and in doing so, I also recalled the strange servant getting dangerously close to the portal I opened.

Despite my luggage, which I saw sliding down the hill I was standing on out of the corner of my eye, I decided that closing the portal was more important now! I stuck my right hand back through the portal, snapping my fingers. Instantly I could feel magic being drawn out of me. Quickly I pulled my hand back to me. The portal was slowly shrinking, but as 'it' told me, I wiped away the rune on my side. Apparently, this was supposed to close the gate immediately as long as nobody went through it. Tension built up in me as it didn't. Could the servant really go through the gate? I didn't hesitate for long! Luckily I didn't have to wait much longer as the portal disappeared seconds later, leaving no magical residue.

Breathing even more heavily than before, my body suddenly gave up. As I fell into myself, I couldn't even feel whether I was hurt or not. Strangely there was nothing, not even the sensation of grass under my skin.

As I took an extra deep breath after pulling myself together - even if it was just a little - I felt like I never had before. The magic here is so much more potent than on my homeworld. It filled my nostrils, quickly flowed into my lungs, and soon enough strengthened my whole body. With only a few minutes of taking deep, slow breaths, my magic was replenished. Maybe even fuller than ever.

As I turned to look up at the shimmering blue sky, clearer than even the one on Rijokan, the world my grandfather wants me to marry me too. Their night sky is so much more beautiful than any other, with its three moons; a blue and biggest Ninjoka, the deity of the sea; the one in the middle, the purple moon Jinka, the mother of magic; and the third and smallest, the green moon Nahura deity of nature. They only align for a single night every ten years. Every time they plan something important on the planet that night.

I still remember the night sky, though: four years ago when we visited the world, and the event happened. Usually, my grandfather would never have taken me anywhere. Too great was his fear of what could happen, or rather what I could have done.

To this day, I remember him. Eric. With his wild brown hair swept up, the little slit in his left eyebrow, and those sparkling hazel eyes. He smiled so much as we chatted after he crashed into me with his hoverboard. I nearly kissed him as I laid on him after he saved me from falling to the warm stone floor. He just looked so beautiful in the evening sun.

The smile that warming memory brought me was quickly gone. Now it just pisses me off. It's possible that everything was planned, at least a little bit. Grandfather knew where I was and where I most likely would be going, and when night fell, no guards were looking for me. Until now, I never thought about it too much. But now?

And yet it wasn't Eric's fault. He's just a pawn in his family's game. The only difference between us is that one day I will have power; long after we have been compelled to fulfill our duty to our families, people, and worlds. He will always be just a prince while I'm the future of my whole world.

I wonder, does he even know we're engaged? On the other hand, it now feels like he was actually the one who instigated it, but he looked so innocent! Too innocent for someone who could do such a thing. On the other hand, can I know anyone for real? As that thought crossed my mind, I furiously rummaged through my pockets, searching for my communications device. The moment I found it, my anger only grew.

"Are you already there?" I heard my brother's soothing voice asking me.

"Why did you tell that weird servant I was leaving?"

"I didn-“

I growled like a feral animal at his pathetic attempt to lie to me, his voice shaking until it broke entirely as he tried to lie. "You know I hate liars, Galan!"

A scared sigh escaped his lips. "He was there when I told Grandpa. I couldn't say anything at the time.” Trying to utter those words broke my heart. "Are you-are you mad at me?" he asked shyly.

"Of course, I'm mad at you!" I suddenly yelled at him so loudly that some passers-by looked at me in shock, almost as if they thought I was crazy. There was silence between us, only interrupted by a low whimper. "OK. No, I'm not, but my disappointment and anger are beyond measure!” A soft chuckle, just as quiet as his whimper before, came from the other side of the communicator.

For a long time, we just breathed together. However, at some point, I had to sit up again. Of course, I couldn't sit there all day, after all! As I did so, I felt a backpack next to me that I had forgotten all about. Sitting up, I pulled it onto my lap and started rummaging through it. "Can you-"

"Yes, I can send you pictures of Magix," I told him with an eye roll. As he was about to say something, I cut him off. "Yes, I'm sending you a gift. What do you want? Blue Managums? Sherishbloms?”

Another silence so heavy it almost hurt me fell over our conversation. So deafening that I couldn't hear anything around me. "Ahhh!" I yelled as two bird claws dug into my shoulder like nothing before. It didn't attack me further. It only stood on my shoulder and looked at me with a cocked head.

"What's going on? Are you all right?“

My brother's panicked voice made me jump a little. But the bird was not impressed. I could feel blood trickling down my back as the bird, with its seemingly powerful beak, looked at me in a way I couldn't fully pinpoint.

"Everything's fine!" I told him quickly, maybe even a little too quickly. "We'll talk later. I have to go!" Before Galan could say anything, I hung up. I quickly put the communicator back in my pocket.

The bird seemed pleased that my full attention was now on it and gently nuzzled its head against mine. I was so confused when it happened that I almost fell back again.

Suddenly, the claws pulled out of my flesh, forcing more blood to drip down my body and soak my shirt even more. The bird opened its broad wings and jumped into the air with a single bound.

Seeing my blood on its claws, I quickly grabbed for it. A surprised cry came from the bird as I held its body in one hand. It tried to get away from me with all its might, not even stopping to smack my head with its massive wings. But I was unfazed and quickly cleaned his claws with a dry patch of my shirt.

When I finally looked up, the bird seemed shocked, almost hurt. I ignored the glint of sadness in its eyes and tossed the bird to the wind.

I watched the bird fly away. Only when it was far away did I realize what I had done. Shocked at my own antics, I could think of no reason to clean the bird's claws of my blood. It made no sense.

When I looked around, thankfully, no one seemed to have witnessed it. The whole situation forced me to stand up completely. While doing so, I grabbed my backpack and headed down the hill to get the rest of my luggage. "Now I have to get some new clothes," I mumbled under my breath, seeing my bloody shirt out of the corner of my eye. Anger built dangerously fast inside me as I shook my head.

Once I had all my luggage back, I headed into the massive city, carefully staying away from the flying cars powered by magic crystals and the crowds of hoverboard riders.

Who would have thought that being on a battlefield for years weighs this heavily on one's mind? Everything I see here feels like the first time I see those things, almost like I've never seen them before, although I know it's no different at home. But to be fair, aside from being on battlefields, I wasn't around other people much the last couple of years. Hopefully, I can learn to be an ordinary person again, despite all the gory memories that pop up when I hear the crackle of magic.

At this point, I could only hope that I didn't forget too much. I'll only see it if I actually interact with someone, though. But for now, I'll bathe in my anonymity in this big city. This anonymity will likely only last until I arrive at my new school, where everyone will already know who I am.

[Masterlist]

#winx club #Winx Saga #winx club imagine #winx club x male reader #winx saga imagine #winx saga x male reader #sky #sky imagine #sky x male reader #brandon #brandon imagine #brandon x male reader #riven #riven imagine #riven x male reader

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ragsy · 6 months

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We're experiencing a Category 5 Ragsy Watching Movies Event right now, these are the movies I've watched for the first time this month:

An American Werewolf in London

Shin Godzilla

Attack the Block

The Thing

Wayneradiotv Self Aware Gnome Saga Final Episode (this one counts because it's movie length and I watched it in one sitting)

Willy's Wonderland

Movies I've procured copies of but haven't watched yet:

Pan's Labyrinth

Little Shop of Horrors

Tremors

Crimson Peak

#ragsycon exclusive #this is probably more movies this month than I've watched in the last two years combined #I've enjoyed all of them but some of them were 'haha fun' while others left me a whole different person #I'll let you decide which was which

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jadegretz · 27 days

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Veil of Shadows: Ahsoka's Saga by Jade Gretz

Ahsoka Tano landed her sleek VCX-100 freighter on the desolate moon of Ryloth. The desolate landscape mirrored the unease stirring within her. A tremor, a ripple in the Force, had drawn her here, a disharmony unlike anything she had encountered before.

Gone were the vibrant blue hues of Ryloth's oceans, replaced by a sickly yellow sky that cast an unnatural glow on the cracked, barren terrain. Canyons, once teeming with life, lay dormant, their silence broken only by the howling wind that whipped at Ahsoka's Togruta lekku.

As she disembarked, the tremor hit again, a wave of nausea washing over her. The Force here was fractured, a broken melody that twisted and contorted around her. It wasn't a malevolent presence, not like the Sith she had faced, but something… wrong. Deeply wrong.

Drawing her twin lightsabers, Ahsoka activated their blue blades, the luminescence casting a pale blue glow on the ravaged landscape. Taking a deep breath, she ventured into the desolate canyon. The tremor subsided, replaced by an unnatural stillness, broken only by the steady crunch of her boots on the cracked ground.

The canyon walls seemed to shimmer, shifting in a way that defied explanation. Strange growths, luminous fungi of an otherworldly purple, clung to the rocks, their spores filling the air with a pungent stench. Ahsoka wrinkled her nose, her senses on high alert.

Then, she saw it. In the distance, a swirling vortex of energy pulsed, the air around it crackling with raw, unstable power. As she approached, the distorted landscape began to bend around her, defying perspective. Trees stretched into impossible shapes, boulders danced in mid-air, and the very ground seemed to ripple and flow like water.

The closer she got to the vortex, the more pronounced the effects became. Ahsoka stumbled, momentarily disoriented, her vision blurring. Doubts, like phantoms, flickered at the edges of her mind. Doubts about herself, about the Force, about the very reality she perceived.

But Ahsoka was a Jedi, forged in the fires of war and tempered by loss. With a determined set of her jaw, …(see the rest of the story at deviantart.com/jadegretzAI). For more supergirl, chun li, batgirl, tifa, lara croft, wonder woman, rogue and much more, please visit my page at www.deviantart.com/jadegretzai - Thanks for your support :)

#ai #aiart #digitalart #jadegretz #fantasyart #fanart #beautifulgirl #aiartwork #aiartcommunity #ahsoka #clonewars #starwars #starwarsart #jedi #ahsokatano

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thornhands · 11 months

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WIP LAST LINE GAME

Rules: Make a new post and post your latest line in your WIP & tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like).

He takes a moment to admire the tableau they make, the gracefully arched throat, the way Kits hand cradles Fox head, the almost tremors of Fox thighs where they are spread open by Kits broader ones.

Tagging (no pressure): @patchmates @painterofhorizons @omgpurplefattie @dngrs-untld-hrshps-unnmbrd @saga-ordsmed and anyone else who wants to (:

#decided to take a stab at the Kit/Fox/Quinlan smut again #it's fighting me worse than I fight myself come bedtime #and I don't know why #I just want you guys to have a good time #and orgasms ): ): ):

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thetremorssaga · 1 year

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Gigaboid!

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baubeautyandthegeek · 8 months

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Learning The Ropes - Casey Matthews/Rosalita Sanchez, Kate Riley/Rhonda LeBeck

A/N: Day 22 of @yeehawgust and we're getting some more @thetremorssaga up in here.

Kate Riley and Rhonda LeBeck had been working with Casey Matthews ever since she moved to Perfection, so when Casey asked if they minded her bringing in a friend to ‘learn the ropes’ with them, they had agreed easily. Now, with Rosalita listening and learning every day, Kate found herself smirking as she joined Rhonda at the tent edge with a fresh can of cola from the cooler they had brought with them. “She seems happy…” “Young love.” Rhonda murmurs, leaning closer. “She’s a quick learner too…. Look at her.” Rosalita is coated in a fairly thick coat of dust and grime, mostly sand, smiling as she helps Casey settle the last of their set up of wires and sensors. They’d worked around El Blanco, selecting a safe area of land just outside Burt’s land, a place they all knew El Blanco ignored. Learning the ropes had lead to Rosalita lending them a hand and, much as neither Kate or Rhonda would ask, charming Casey into loving her all the more.

#tremors #tremors 2: aftershocks #tremors: the series #tremors saga #rosalita sanchez #casey matthews #kate riley #rhonda lebeck #rosalita/casey #casey/rosalita #kate/rhonda #rhonda/kate #yeehawgust #yeehawgust2023 #yeehawgust 2023 #day 22 #learning the ropes

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mahvaladara · 2 years

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I am missing exactly 2 movies to finish my Tremors saga. Because one of those movies that’s a guilty pleasure of mine and I just love Burt Gummer and I was devasted he died in the last one, but I believe, I truly believe, he did not. They never found his body, and it’s Burt fucking Gummer, the man who subdued El Blanco!

The man!

The legend!

He’s alive!

(Fight me!)

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marinavonsaturn2010 · 1 year

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Capítulo I

Era uma noite escura e chuvosa na grande metrópole. O trânsito estava horrível o que fazia com que eu não pudesse desfrutar de uma conversa com o senhor simpático que conduzia o carro em que eu estava, decidi desviar os olhos do livro por um momento para observar o mundo pela janela a fora.

Nada havia mudado desde da última vez em que eu olhara o movimento dos carros e como estavam fluindo naquela chuva intensa, pelo menos agora parecia estar mais lento e menos frenético então decidi guardar o primeiro livro de uma das minhas sagas favoritas: “A Corte de Espinhos e Rosas” e assim que guardei os fones eu também pausei a música que estava ouvindo.

Motorista:Senhorita, estamos quase chegando, só precisamos passar pela ponte! Minha neta também gosta desses livros, ela não para de me contar sobre todos os outros livros que ela tanto quer ler.

Marina:Eu a entendo, já li e reli esses livros mas nunca enjoo! E não tenho pressa para chegar ao aeroporto, meu voo é daq-!

Não pude terminar de falar quando o automóvel em que estou é atingido por outro veículo e lançado para fora da ponte pelo seu lado esquerdo. Me senti completamente atordoada enquanto olhava o chão do carro que está enchendo e enchendo com a água fria daquele lago.

Olhei rapidamente o banco do motorista para ver a porta aberta, eu não tinha muito tempo e tinha apenas duas bolsas comigo, ambas eram impermeáveis e muito menos eram pesadas…Eu decidi que as levaria comigo mas teria que ser rápida ou não conseguiria segurar o fôlego.

Então respirei fundo e segurei o fôlego ao abrir a porta do meu lado direito. Ir para a superfície não foi nem um pouco agradável, meus membros protestavam contra a gélida e escura água que parecia querer me arrastar para baixo, para o fundo mas eu não iria.

Eu não prestei..ou melhor eu não conseguia prestar atenção no local à minha volta, apenas consegui fechar os olhos respirando fundo para tentar obter o ar que meus pulmões tanto necessitavam. Conseguia apenas sentir perfeitamente meus músculos tensos, meu cabelo molhado grudado em minha pele, minhas roupas encharcadas e os tremores que meu corpo ensopado e com frio produzia…Aquilo só piorou quando fiquei de joelhos e abri os olhos…Tudo que vi era uma imensidão de branco…Era neve.

Isso não é possível…Ou pelo menos não é possível de acontecer..Calma, calma, respira fundo e se acalma,a primeira coisa que devo fazer é trocar de roupa e me secar, depois eu devo procurar saber onde estou.

꧁__________✧|ᕗQuebra De Tempoᕙ|✧__________꧂

Prendi o cabelo em um rabo de cavalo assim que terminei de colocar minha jaqueta e abri a segunda bolsa que eu havia trazido comigo, graças a Deus tudo dentro dela estava seco e intacto, por coincidência achei um saco para guardar as roupas e a toalha então assim que terminei de guardar eu peguei tudo e comecei a andar sem rumo pela floresta, teria que achar um caminho sozinha ou morreria.

Andei e andei por aquela floresta cheia de neve mas não encontrava nada além do branco puro e o frio que fazia meu corpo inteiro protestar, parei por um momento e fechei os olhos para respirar fundo…Foi quando senti o cheiro metálico e claro de sangue, sangue fresco e recém derramado. O cheiro vinha de aproximadamente apenas alguns passos à frente e para direita.

No local de onde vinha o cheiro eu pude ver um arco e uma aljava de flechas, uma flecha em específico captou minha atenção que logo se dividiu pelas marcas de sangue carmesim que contrastava no meio daquela paisagem sem vida.

Para algumas pessoas essa situação ficaria ainda mais assustadora, outras acabam por vomitar com o cheiro de sangue…E tem aqueles como eu que não se incomodam em ver ou sentir o cheiro de sangue, apenas querem sair dessa situação e sobreviver ao que quer que aconteça apenas para alcançar seus próprios desejos.

Peguei a aljava e o arco retirando o sangue e a neve deles e segurei a flecha que havia chamado minha atenção, logo percebi que ela era mais pesada e maior do que as outras, também percebi que ela tinha uma ponta de ferro e sua madeira era bem diferente, assim que coloquei ela em seu devido lugar ouvi um galho se partindo e esse som me fez ir em direção ao meio de arbustos congelados para me esconder.

Assim que me escondi eu o vi, um enorme lobo de pelo prateado que podia facilmente se camuflar em meio aquela neve mas o que me deixou intrigada e hipnotizada foram seus olhos que tinham um tom dourado tão intenso, brilhante e magnífico, a beleza daquele animal me deixou tão absorta que não percebi que havia dado alguns passos a frente o que fez com que dois galhos se grudassem em meu rabo de cavalo e se partissem.

O lobo se virou em minha direção na hora e começou a rosnar enquanto se aproximava do arbusto em que eu estava, instantaneamente peguei a flecha diferente que tinha dentro da aljava e a posicionei no arco puxando a corda, eu prendi a respiração e observei seus movimentos…Se ele viesse para cima para atacar receberia uma flechada.

Eu não tinha muita experiência com arco e flecha apenas o básico do conhecimento, então eu poderia matar o lobo em um golpe de sorte ou estressar ele o suficiente para que possa achar uma saída…Dispersei meus pensamentos no momento em que vi ele vir para cima para me atacar e atirei a flecha em direção a sua cabeça, acabei por escorregar na neve então acertei seu olho o que o fez urrar de dor e se afastar.

Sai dos arbustos e peguei outra flecha e a atirei assim que ele veio para cima de mim novamente, dessa vez o acertei bem abaixo do pescoço e o lobo parou me encarando com apenas um olho dourado antes de cair no chão e respirar lentamente.

Me sentei ao lado do lobo e ficar encarando ele me fez perceber onde eu estou, quem/o que eu matei e isso me trouxe um sentimento de remorso pois…

- Eu estava na minha saga favorita “A Corte De Espinhos E Rosas” e tinha acabado de matar Andras.

Cap. 2 <-

#Andras #Acotar #A Corte De Espinhos E Rosas #A Corte de Flores e Magia

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5 INTERESTING ONE PIECE THEORIES THAT MAKE SENSE IN 2023

One Piece is full of unanswered inquiries and secrets, also a spread of cryptic characters. There are a lot of One Piece Theories now that the Wano arc is finished. Fans all around the globe have been speculating multiple aspects of One Piece Theories for ages. Some very few One Piece theories make sense leading to some rather exciting and crazy possibilities. Let us dive into the One Piece world to find some of the best One Piece Theories that will blow your mind.

How strong is Blackbeard?

Do you know that Blackbeard didn’t sleep in his entire life? A normal human needs 8 hours of sleep so that his body and mind can function properly. If we do basic calculations Blackbeard has 3 characters or 3 souls in his body and each sleeps for eight hours.

When one character/soul sleeps another 2 are awake. This must be the reason that he can use only 2 devil fruits at a time. His next devil fruit will be a zoan type because his current fruits are tremor-tremor fruit and dark-dark fruit. Tremor-tremor fruit is a paramecia type and dark-dark is a logia-type devil fruit.

Now the question is which fruit Blackbeard will have. Now Kaido is out of the equation, there is a very low possibility that Blackbeard will have Kaido’s devil fruit because Momonusuke already has Kaidos replicated devil fruit.

But imagine Blackbeard in dragon form and the power of dark-dark devil fruit around him. It will be impossible for Luffy to defeat Blackbeard alone.

Who will be Luffy’s new allies?

There are many characters in One Piece that would ally with Strawhats in wars to come like Katakuri, Marco, Shirahoshi, Yamato, Kuja Pirates, Revolutionary Army, Wano Samurai, Shanks, Law, Captain Kid, and many more. But we all are waiting for the most interesting alliance of Strawhats and Red-hairs. It is highly possible in the next arc to come.

Now that the Wano arc is finally over (manga) there is the possibility that we may see a new alliance of straw hat pirates. Oda in his recent interview stated that One Piece will need more than 3-4 years to complete its story. Considering 4 years, we can speculate that more than 200 chapters of One Piece will come in the future but these 200 chapters are very less for One Piece Theories to come true. So we could consider more than 300+ chapters will arrive in the coming years.

The Yonko saga is not over yet just the wano arc is completed. Two more Yonko’s are left to be dealt with. So it is possible that Oda may wrap up both remaining Yonko’s in the next 70 to 80 chapters. Now according to various One Piece Theories, which Yonko will Luffy ally with? Of course, Luffy will ally with Shanks and fight Blackbeard. We will get to see the full potential of Yonko Red-haired Shanks.

This One Piece theory connects to the previous ones we discussed because fighting Blackbeard will need two strong fighters as he can use two devil fruits at the same time and if his devil fruits are awakened then this alliance is a must for the balance of power in One Piece.

Also, if Blackbeard somehow pushes his limits and starts using 3 devil fruit at the same time considering he gets his third devil fruit then Luffy cannot defeat Blackbeard without any super strong alliance. It’s not like Luffy will kill him because Luffy never kills his enemies. Teach is needed for the final battle but that’s another one of One Piece theories.

Is Shanks Celestial Dragon?

This is one of the most interesting One Piece Theories now that makes sense. We all know the God Valley incident. The God valley incident has been successfully erased from the history books of One Piece by the world government. After this incident, all celestial dragons left the place. Now the theory is, what if a child of some celestial dragon must have been left behind and pirate king Gol D Roger must have felt pity and taken that child with him?

Speaking of that child, Roger must have later accepted him as a member of Roger Pirates and even gave him his Straw Hat. The kid is none other that our Shanks.

#one piece #one piece theory #straw hat luffy #op luffy #monkey d luffy

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