#will i ever consistently spell hange one way

[eponymous-rose]

So I've been playing Baldur's Gate 3 like everyone else and had An Incredibly Wild Combat Experience just now...

(spoilers under the cut for an early-game fight; if you don't care about the game, this is 100% parse-able as a d&d fight)

So there I am with my character Amisra (elf fighter), and a party consisting of Karlach (tiefling barbarian), Astarion (elf/vampire-spawn rogue) and Gale (human wizard). We venture into the lair of a hag to try to rescue this woman she's kidnapped and I'm getting a little blithe when it comes to spell slots and short rests - everyone's starting to look pretty rough, and then there's a long stretch of having to navigate carefully around traps, mostly via jumps that I actually remember to have Feather Fall on this time. "No problem," I think like every D&D player before me, "I'll simply take a long rest before the boss battle." And the game, in its DM-ish wisdom, says, "No, you can't long rest in the lair of an actively hostile enemy, what were you thinking???" and that's how I get into a fight that's way, way over my head.

I'm giving it my best shot, dealing with illusory hag-enemies and complicated terrain, but it's clear this is going to be my first total-party-kill of the game. Several characters have been knocked down and brought back up, and we've been in enough of a bad state that all of our healing potions are gone (leading me to the realization that you can craft in battle, which then leads to all of the crafted potions also being consumed).

The stage is set for disaster: the hag still has half her health (60-something points), and my whole party is out of all spell slots and fancy tricks. Astarion and Karlach are knocked unconscious on the other side of the room via Ray of Sickness, making death saves. Gale and Amisra are in some sort of necrotic zone that's dealing damage every round.

The immediate turn order: Gale, Hag, Amisra. Gale has 1 HP and will be unconscious from the necrotic damage after his turn. Amisra has a whopping 7 HP but is being held in the damage-over-time area by a Hold Person spell she cannot seem to save against. The hag has a perfect shot on everyone in the room.

So I'm sitting there like "well, it was a fun run while it lasted" and trying to remember when I saved last. At this point, I figure I might as well go for a little roleplay flair and try to think of what Gale would do for this, his final turn. Well, he'd look to magic. But, uh, sorry, those cantrips aren't going to deal 60 points of damage and get you out of your current predicament. Too bad.

Hang on. I've picked up so many scrolls, surely there's something there that might be a fun finish. Scroll of Flying? Nah, then I'll just die in midair. Scroll of Ray of Enfeeblement? Yeah, I'm sure she'll be real sad that her melee attacks do marginally less damage as she annihilates us with ranged attacks anyway. Scroll of Feign Death? Who's ever even used that spell successfully in a video game? What would you even--

Wait. Scroll of Feign Death. Resistance to all damage types except psychic, puts the target in a comatose state. Gale's going to be unconscious next round, but Amisra still has 7 HP...

So Gale, very dramatically, pulls out this scroll and casts the spell on Amisra, who Feigns Death very convincingly considering she's frozen on the spot and slowly taking damage. And Gale takes the last burst of damage himself and falls unconscious.

The hag absolutely doesn't stop there and keeps hitting Karlach, Astarion, and Gale until they're dead... but she never targets Amisra. She thinks she's dead. She actually thinks she's dead! And she might be right, as Amisra takes 2 HP and 1 HP of damage each turn, frozen in place...

And the hag just... stops. Everyone is dead, right? Yup, four bodies on the ground. Time to go and do whatever it is hags do for fun. She leaves the battlefield.

And Amisra finally saves against the damage-over-time with One. Frickin'. Hit. Point. Remaining.

I as the player have about 1 HP remaining myself as I fumble frantically to move Amisra out of the dangerous area and manage to remember how to use a mouse in time to cast a Scroll of Revivify on Gale. Two of us, each stumbling around at 1 HP, no other healing available, no idea where the hag is in her lair, the rest of our (very dead) party on the other side of the giant room, and a huge path of traps and treacherous drops to get back to the surface. What can we do but press on, deeper into the lair?

In the next room, which I have never seen before, I am shaking. If there's a trap, we're probably done. I'm too nervous to try looting anything in the room - what if she comes back? And then I see a sparkly fairy circle of mushrooms, looking an awful lot like an exit. No way. NO WAY.

I click that fairy circle so many times and just hold my breath as the two remaining party members stumble to the exit... and promptly appear back in the (slightly less dangerous) bog. The bog where, in its infinite DM-ly kindness, the game finally allows us to make camp, where I can resurrect Karlach and Astarion in peace.

And that's how we avoided a Total Party Kill with the most situational spell scroll use imaginable!

Edit: Also, a tip for when I did go back to fight the hag - a 2nd-level Magic Missile auto-hits up to 4 targets, so if you position Gale toward the middle of the room you can take down all 4 illusory hag-clones in one turn. Ahh, it was nice to have spell slots again.

#baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate #eponymous gaming tag

[hiimawarish]

help me hold onto you

s. kaveh and his sketchbook full of you. cw. a little angst at the beginning and self-deprecation. fluff. implied lovers. maybe a lil suggestive? female/afab reader. tw. none? not proofread. wc. 0.7k a/n. i love kaveh with all my heart. this man deserves all the happiness in the world, so have a random thought i had today that ended up in kaveh finding comfort in you. credits. dividers by @/cafekitsune.

who could ever leave me, darling? but who could stay?

Kaveh disliked uncertainty. 

Perhaps it had to do with his distaste for unfairness or just the amount of changes he had gone through as a child—whatever the reason, uncertainty filled him with dread. There was something ominous about the concept; the fact that you could do everything right and still end up in the wrong place. He knew the feeling too well. Whether it was in the Akademiya with that one project that finally pushed him and Alhaitham apart or the Palace of Alcarzarzay that served as a sword hanging over his head, Kaveh had experimented with the twisted ways of an uncertain future too much for his liking.

It was unfair, he knew; who was he to complain about all of this misfortune? Kaveh had not forgotten, not even once, that he had brought this misery upon himself. At times, the young architect couldn’t help but feel like a tainted Midas—instead of gold, withering everything he dared touch. From his father’s death to his own debt, through every relationship he had managed to ruin… Kaveh had long since accepted that misery was the staple of his life. 

That was what uncertainty consisted of, didn’t it? It consisted of working hard and doing everything within your power to have the best outcome and, still, find the complete opposite at the end of it. Uncertainty meant too many possibilities, too little control, and that made him nervous.

At least, until you came into his life.

His thoughts came to a slow halt at that; his eyes naturally glanced down at the page full of sketches of you. In some, you were laughing with that wide smile that seemed to bright as shine as the desert’s sun. In others, you seemed lost in thought—lips pressed together, nose slightly scrunched up, and your eyes far away. There was just one sketch that seems a little different, and the smile that came onto his face at the sight he couldn’t stop; cheeks blooming with blush, eyes wide with embarrassment, and a smile full of both amusement and affection. It was his favorite.

You were his favorite.

If this had been any normal situation, perhaps Kaveh would be filled with dread and anxiety. His heart would flutter in his rib cage nervously, asphyxiating him. He would spend endless nights awake in his bed, his amber eyes glued to the ceiling as he went over every single wrong step he could take. 

Yet, there is none of that.

No anxiety. No dread. No overthinking.

If he didn’t know any better, Kaveh would have thought you had put a spell on him, enchanted his very soul into rest. You hadn’t, though. He wasn’t sure if it was how careless you seemed to be, living your life one day at a time with no further planning, or maybe just how easily your voice could ground him back to reality. Whatever it was, he found himself addicted to it—addicted to the way your smaller hands kept on drawing mindless figures on the window on his back, sending chills down his spine. To the soft whisper of your voice, the affection dripping from every syllable, every phoneme. To your silent care for him in those cups of coffee you brewed for him on the late nights he stayed at your place. 

You cared.

You stayed.

As Kaveh watched his countless sketches of you, pages and pages filled with the image that haunts him, he smiled—a genuine grin curving into his lips. You always said you didn’t like the sketches; it made you self-conscious to see yourself like that, portrayed in beautiful and messy strokes across pages with the details of your cupid’s bow and your nose, the fullness of your eyebrows, the movement of your hair… You were his muse. 

Uncertainty could still pull the strings of fate and steal you from him. Kaveh could still ruin this, ruin you, as much as he had ruined basically everything else in his life. He could still push you away, as fiercely as he had done at the beginning… But you were a force to be reckoned with. You were a raging storm. You would not leave, he knew, unless you wanted to.

Neither uncertainty nor fate could make the choice for you.

And deep within his heart, Kaveh knew you’d always choose to stay.

more works.

©2023 hiimawarish do not translate, repost, copy, modify

#genshin impact #kaveh #genshin kaveh #genshin impact kaveh #kaveh x reader #kaveh x you #kaveh x y/n #natsu writes

[nightmun]

I wanted to talk a bit more about my intern OC Handtern since I haven't really gone into them much since I made them a proper character, so I decided to make this post about them! It's pretty long and kinda consists of two separate parts due to this character technically having two designs (I was gonna do two posts instead of the one initially but decided against it since it is the same character and it would be better to have it all in once place) so if you want to read more it will be under the cut!

Handtern is a bit of a more out there take on the intern, going all in on the long arm idea. They pretty much just are a stretchy arm snake that originates from somewhere in the hospital (no one is really sure from where though). They don't really have a proper name so everyone just started calling them Handtern after a while. No one, including themselves, are quite sure where they came from or when they initially showed up, but ever since the implementation of the rhythm treatment program they have been working as an intern at Middlesea Hospital. They aren't able to do too much in terms of helping the patients directly due to the limitations of being literally just an arm, but they have an impeccable sense of rhythm and excel at pressing a button (I mean what better job for the literal doctor finger?).

Personality wise, Handtern is a super kind and friendly individual. They are really sweet at heart, but unfortunately that doesn't really translate too well when you're an ominous arm with no real good way of emoting. Because of this, as much as they want to befriend the patients, they tend to keep their distance form several of them, knowing that they make most people pretty uncomfortable.

The only people they interact with more regularly outside of working are the three kids and Cole and Nicole. Hailey, Logan and Lucia are the only people who go out of their way to include Handtern in anything. Maybe it's because they're younger, but they seem unbothered by Handtern's otherworldly appearance and will invite them to join in several activities, which Handtern much appreciates. Cole and Nicole are pretty laid back and tend to be less bothered by Handtern as well, so they will hang around the two of them on occasion. They have even gotten a few piano lessons from Cole after a rather abysmal performance on the cafe's piano, though Handtern doesn't typically hang around them too often since Cole and Nicole tend to have their own thing going on.

Everyone else in the hospital is either mildly uncomfortable with them to varying degrees but are too nice to say anything, or in the case of Richard specifically, openly rude and constantly expresses the strangeness of the intern being an ominous arm snake (as well as questioning their effectiveness at their job because of it). Handtern has learned to tolerate it, though, since they can't really blame people for being uneasy around them. Still, it can get to them sometimes, especially since they do really want to connect with people in a way they can't really accomplish as they are.

As is probably obvious, there are a lot of challenges that come with being literally just an arm, and by far the biggest one for Handtern is communication. Without a mouth, they can't just talk to people. Despite being a hand, they're not too well versed in sign language, and most of the patients don't really know it either anyways. Writing is an option, but their handwriting is absolutely terrible (try writing when your arm is a noodle) so it can be really hard to read. They can twist their form to spell letters, but that takes a lot of effort and can be really tiring, especially if they have a lot to say. So typically they rely on shaking their hand "yes" or "no" to respond to simple questions, or elaborate noodle arm charades if they want to get a more complicated point across. Another solution that they started using lately is the use of a button board, similar to the ones people will give to their dogs. While it isn't a perfect solution, it does allow them to communicate more than just "yes" and "no" without having to make people guess what they're saying.

So that's pretty much the basics of Handtern, so now on to the other version of them that exists:

I originally wasn't gonna do more with Handtern than just having them as the long noodle arm, but after one of my friends asking what they'd look like as a human and a desire to have an intern that can emote a bit more than not at all I decided to give them person privileges. Idk if Haniel will be actually canon to their story or if they'll just remain a "what if?" type version of the character but regardless I wanna talk about them cause I have a LOT of art of them already that I want to post with actual context as to who the hell they are first.

So this is Haniel, the human form of Handtern. After a pretty bad encounter with Connectifia Abortus, something happened (still don't have this too fleshed out yet so if I figure it out at some point I'll edit this later) that led the virus to turn Handtern into a human (can the virus do this? Who cares it can make a dude's head fall off without killing him and causally delete an eighth of a person's heart so imma put that as the reason). After the change, they picked up the name Haniel in place of Handtern since the latter didn't really fit anymore.

Being turned human obviously comes with a bit of adjusting. Things that seem pretty simple like walking or drinking water are a pretty big challenge to them and take a while to get used to. Sleep is also something they're really not used to, and they end up being tired a lot because they keep forgetting that's something they need to do now. That and the stress of trying to keep up with the pace they were able to accomplish before despite their newer limitations leads to a lot of stress early on, and their first week of being a person in particular is pretty rough.

It's not all bad though. Now that Haniel can talk, they have a world of things to say. They have a tendency to drone on a lot, reveling in the fact they can finally say the things on their mind instead of fighting a war to get even the most simple points across. Food is also something they really enjoy, since without a mouth before all they could really do is smash their hand into stuff. They're particularly a fan of sweet things, though anything with even a sub par flavor is heaven to them. They also really enjoy just being something that doesn't creep people out. Now that they are a person, they can interact with others in a way they never could before, especially since most people aren't uncomfortable or outright scared of their presence anymore. They do still have a bit of self consciousness about socializing though, partially because they have so little knowledge of human social cues and behaviors (mainly cause they were a hand before but also because they haven't observed too many human social interactions outside of people being treated) and partially because they still have that feeling that everyone dislikes or is afraid of them from their time being the hand. Even with both the positives and negatives, though, they're still determined as ever to help people as best they can and they will always do it with a smile on their face.

So I hope those of you who did take the time to read this enjoyed learning a little more about my silly little goober of a character. They're a bit more odd than your typical intern but they still do their best to fit in with the hospital, and with how weird that place is anyways it really isn't too hard. You'll definitely see more art of them in the future though, both as the hand and as the person. Hope you all will enjoy seeing those and thanks for reading!

Also real quick at the end here's a little ref of the two designs so you can properly see them,,

#rhythm doctor #intern #handtern #haniel #my art #my god this took so long to write yeesh #I was gonna add more art to this post but I decided not to cause this took long enough as is and I really don't wanna draw more for this #I'll probably make art relating to stuff I talked about here eventally but I don't want to do that now #plus I wanted to get this post done this weekend #though I wanted to post it like two hours ago but the writing and the art took longer than I thought :') #but whatever hope y'all enjoy this and hopefully tumblr won't hide this from the RD tag like it's been doing with a few of my posts lately

[nekomacheercaptain]

Day 7: Shanks x fem! reader

Not much to say other than that Shanks is a huge tease...

Word count: 0,7K

Content: edging, oral sex (female receiving), swearing, female reader

“Fuck! Stop being such an asshole, I was so close,” your whines were barely audible for the man between your legs who had stopped feasting at your pussy to merely lick it, ripping away what you knew would be a heaven of an orgasm from you.

He looked up at you with his cheeks smeared with your juices, “Ah I know you love it when I’m an asshole though, just see how wet you are,” he grinned before delving back with his tongue lapping between your folds, making you grip his hair.

“I’m wet - ah! - because you won’t stop torturing me,” you mewled as your complaint went ignored, his thumb rubbing circles around your clit, and you knew he wouldn’t give you what you wanted. But god it felt good, his skilled hand knowing exactly what buttons to push to make stars appear. And that bastard redhead knew it, always taking advantage of how sensitive you got under his touch.

“Torture? Sure as hell doesn’t sound like it the way you’re moaning my name, babe,” and you could feel his cocky grin against you before his tongue and lips attacked you aggressively, back to devouring you like you were his first meal in months, slurps and squelches audible in your shared cabin. And you proved him right by groaning and yelping for him, his actions churning your stomach, that delicious warmth filling your body once more.

“Oh fucking, shit, fuck, Shanks! Yes!”

Through your moans you exposed your desperation for him, along with the death grip your hands had in his red locks, making him groan as you tugged harder. The control he had over your body was nothing short of magic, his touches like spells and enchantments so enthralling and dizzying making you unable to do anything but be addicted to the emperor.

But why would you ever be anything but when he always gave you the most world shattering orgasms - when he decided he was finished abusing your poor cunt. And he was not a man of decision making, rather acting on impulse. And often his impulse mostly consisted of being a little shit, especially when it came to the bedroom with you- he wasn’t satisfied until he had you slumped exhausted like a starfish on the bed. Preferably after being stuffed by him, but he wasn’t a picky man, as long as he got his fun.

And how fun wasn’t it having your legs shake and clamp around his head before hearing you groan at him in frustration, begging for release? Too much. His devilish eyes looked at how your chest was heaving, how lovely your breasts looked when they were pushed together because your arms had chosen to pull out his hair, and fuck what a sight you were for sore eyes with your jaw hanging open in loud gasps, unable to speak - you were close already. Again. How cute.

“Gonna cum, baby? Gonna cum on my tongue?” Shanks groaned into your heat, his mouth working even faster against your cunt as his thumb now started to brush over your clit, causing you to arch your back off the bed due to the sparks being sent through your body.

“God yes, m’close! Please, Shanks!” and just as you were desperately moaning your boyfriend’s name, that painfully tight string inside of your body about to snap, stars starting to cloud your vision, it was all taken away from you again.

You leaned on your elbows to look at him, giving him an angry look, seeing him lick his lips that had been a few seconds away from sending you to paradise. Your panting was the only audible sound in the room before you spoke.

“I fucking hate you, you know that?”

“And I love you too, sweetheart,” he gave you a sly grin, before pressing a kiss to your thigh as his mischievous eyes took in your ravished form; one of his favorite sights in this big wide world.

Thank you for reading and hope you enjoyed it!

#shanks x reader #shanks #red haired shanks #one piece x reader #one piece #kinktober 2022 #sinful #my work #x reader

[fetish4juggalos]

The sawyer brothers and you making them friendship bracelets

This is my first head cannon post so please be nice:) also I apologize in advance in case of spelling errors or grammatical errors

Btw these headcannons are for the old movies tcsm1 and tcsm2 so the personalities are based off those movies

Chop top:

I feel like bobby really likes friendship bracelets like alot

He already wears jewlery like dog tags from when he was in the military or random stuff hes found on his nightly runs so when you made him his first bracelet he was hooked

Definitely prefers the rainbow loom kind over the fabric/string kind

Wears all of them at once or ties them to his clothing/adds them to rings of keychains and random places like that

If you want to teach him how to make them himself you wont have to ask since he will have already begged you to teach him

Is a bit hardheaded(no pun intended) so he isnt all that good at following instructions. More than likely fucks them up so you have quite the collection of mangled bracelets that hes made for you

Nubbins:

Nubbins is the kind to lose like anything small you give him so unless you tie the bracelet to his wrist when you give it to him you wont ever see that bracelet again

Doesn't really have a bracelet type preference though you mostly make frabic/string kind for him since whenever he wears the rainbow loom kind they always pop (and since you can tie the fabric kind to his wrist)

Never takes them off and as much as I want to say its because of sentimental value....its more than likely because he rarely showers/changes clothes

Probably still has one of the first ones you made him still around his wrist same as chop top however nubbin's bracelets are in much worse condition

And when I say way worse I mean WAY WORSE. Like the bracelets are hanging on by a string and severely discolored from him messing around outside or just dried blood

Bubba:

Bubba really isnt one for jewlery

He really only has a few old dog tags chop gave him and some jewelry off of victims that he found pretty

Saying that though doesn't mean he doesn't absolutely adore them like all the other things you have given him

He doesn't wear the bracelets sadly. Not because he doesn't like them but because he doesn't want to ruin them

As soon as you give him them he'll be quick to put them in his room or somewhere were they'll be safe

Might have a box or something to put them in along with a handful of his brothers gifted trinkets and some teeth

His gifts to you mosty consist of bones, teeth, and stuff he finds on nightly runs with chop top but if you taught him to make the bracelets himself it would become his go to gift for you since you like them sm

Also makes mangled braclets

Drayton:

Isnt opposed to them but also doesn't really like them

Its not because hes mean (even though he kinda is) but because hes an older man and sees them more as a kids thing

His closet consists of mostly classical/work clothing so he isnt really into the bright colors but will wear them if it makes you happy

Yall will be at another competition or event and youll spot the brightly colored bracelet slightly hidden under his jacket sleeve

If he sees it makes you happy when he wears them or a boost in your mood he'll be more attentive as to not forget to wear them

#chop top x reader #chop top sawyer #nubbins x reader #nubbins sawyer #drayton sawyer x reader #drayton sawyer #bubba sawyer #bubba x reader #texas chainsaw 2 #texas chainsaw massacre

[shadyruinskryptonite]

Titan Bending Chapter 14 - Retaking Wall Maria Part 1

Warning: Violence consistent with cannon, NSFW so MDNI, language, major character death (both consistent with canon of both AOT and ATLA as well as diverging from canon), so much trauma literally everyone is so traumatized, very much slow burn, a little enemies to lovers, SO MUCH ANGST, hurt/comfort, hurt and delayed comfort, AFAB reader

Chapter Warnings: It’s the battle to retake Wall Maria so everything that comes with that. If I have any ATLA-specific readers that aren't very familiar with AOT, this includes lots of death, killing, fighting, weapons, angst. Since this is the first chapter that gets into the much heavier themes of AOT, I’m going to say now that if I ever put a trigger warning that you know or even think won’t sit right with you, please protect yourself. Message me and I’ll give a summary of the chapter without any of the triggers. 

AN: I think I know how to spell Bertholdt but I tried typing it and got different results from Google and even now I’m not positive, so I just call him Batteringram akin to the thing everyone does with Bernaby Humplesnitch.

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The sky is a beautiful painting of oranges and pinks as we make our way up the wall to depart for the mission. Bellow us, Flegal can be heard cheering specifically for Hange but it starts a cacophony of people cheering and even some of us responding. I’m pretty sure I can even hear someone cheer for Levi which I’m sure he must just love.

My thoughts are confirmed by his “tch” next to me as we ride up. Standing on top of the wall, the world looks so pretty. It makes it easy to forget what we’re about to set out to do. That is, until Jean, Connie, and Sasha scream in response to some of the onlookers. It really makes the air feel like it’s buzzing with anticipation.

“I wonder how long it’s been since the Scouts got a send off like this?” Someone asks.

I hear his friend respond, “I don’t know, I’m not sure if we ever have.”

That’s a shame. From a taxpayer perspective, I guess I get it but I think I can say with certainty that I’d have nothing but respect for these guys. Hell, if my situation weren’t what it was and I was born and raised here I’m sure I would’ve willingly joined them anyway.

Erwin chimes into their conversation, stating, “Well as far as I’m aware at least, this is a first.”

It makes me jump when even he gets into the spirit of the moment and lets out what can only be described as a battle cry; devoid of any words or syllables, just a scream to let out some of his tension and rally everyone together. When I look to the rest of my friends to see if they’re going to join him, the look of abject horror on Levi’s face makes me laugh out loud. I laugh so hard, in fact, that I practically double over which gets Hange laughing too.

This feels like a good way to start a mission off. 

And with that, we travel down the other side of the wall to where our horses have already been unloaded, mount up, and set off. We ride for what feels like forever before we finally hit some heavily-wooded foot hills that we take on foot. Walking with everyone, the excitement from earlier seems to have warn off and reality set in. I’ve only seen the tail end of one of their normal missions, but if that’s anything to go by this is going to be dangerous as hell.

Of all people, Eren is really showing his nerves. So much so that his hands are even shaking as he holds his flashlight. Handing my reins to Connie for a moment, I walk forward to clasp him on the shoulder and give him a pep talk.

Whispering so that only he can hear me, I say, “The only reason you’re nervous like this is because you’ve seen what a mission really looks like. You had ignorance on your side before so it makes sense that you weren’t nervous then. But if you weren’t nervous now? I’d think you were a psychopath.” I ruffle his hair before finishing my little speech. “You’re also far better prepared for anything we’re about to face now than you ever have been. So are every last one of your friends. We’re all going to be just fine.”

Realistically, I knew I couldn’t promise that, but I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t believe it to be true. And it seemed to do the trick, because it looked like he got some of his fire back. Anything I couldn’t give him, Armin then took over and took care of. 

As we keep walking, a river could be heard in the distance. The same one that Mikasa had told us about when we were planning and the same one that I’d bend from. I glance at Levi and Hange and they both give me a nod signaling to run over and grab some water. Collecting it and tightening the ring around myself I meet back up with the troops at the foot of what they were calling a mountain.

We all have to get back on our horses and I shift and bend so that the water doesn’t hurt my horse. And then we’re off. The sun has barely begun to rise.

Just like Erwin planned.

Erwin calls for everyone to switch to ODM gear and we all stand on our horses to take off. I’m suited up in the gear, but I use my waterbending instead. The only reason we opted to have me wear the gear is as a sort of mobile storage for extra blades, thunderspears, and gas if someone else were to need it. I did receive training on the thunderspears though, because from what we could glean from our experiments my bending coudn’t cut through any of Eren’s hardening so it likely wouldn’t be any use against the Armored Titan.

Coming to the top of the wall, I can see Eren, Mikasa, and Armin all freeze.

Right, this used to be their home.

Before I have an opportunity to feel too bad for them, Levi orders us to keep moving and we all do.

I guess if there’s ever a time to actually obey an order now would be it.

I keep running while Armin stops to examine something. Levi, Hange, and I mention the surprising lack of titans, but signal to Eren to move to the next step. As soon as Hange sends off the flare, he launches himself into the air and transforms.

No matter how many times I see him do it, it’ll never cease to impress me.

Just as soon as it started it was over. Eren hardened and plugged the hole without a single hiccup. It was all way too smooth and I could tell it was making Levi and Hange uneasy the same way it was me. And, from the conversation I overhear Eren and Mikasa having, it sounds like he doesn’t trust it either.

As we move around the wall, a red flare goes up and we stop immediately. We return to Erwin, Armin, and the others via the top of the wall, but before we can get answers someone shoots off a red flare and claims that a part of the wall is hollow. Just as quickly, a sword strikes the soldier clean through his body and a blond man emerges.

Shit! That’s gotta be Reiner!

Levi drops down to attack him faster than I can register, stabbing him once through the neck and again through the chest but instead of dropping to the ground he retreats just as fast as he acted.

I hear him yelling something with Armin but can’t make it out over the sound of Reiner transforming.

For some reason, it’s less impressive when it’s not Eren.

Erwin reminds everyone to pay attention saying, “We still need to find his allies!” but just as he does so, it seems that his allies make themselves known. There’s an utterly jaw-dropping display of flashes before there are suddenly an entire army of titans surrounding us. At the center is a horrid hog-monkey looking son of a bitch, and I’m assuming that’s who Connie was referring to when he mentioned the “beast titan.”

As quiet as it had been is how chaotic it was now as this monkey shot-puts what has to be a five-ton boulder at us. When it doesn’t hit the top of the wall, it seems that like we might have been in the clear. However, when the dust settles, it was so clearly the opposite. The entrance was completely blocked so there was no longer any way out other than to go through the wall of titans.

The Armored wastes no time in beginning to climb the walls and it’s not until he’s almost on top of us that Erwin finally gives orders. I can tell Levi makes some kind of snide comment by the way Erwin side eye’s him, but his instructions are clear: Levi Squad and Hange Squad are to take on the Armored while everyone else is to guard the horses.

Got it.

What doesn’t sit right with me is that Erwin finishes his orders by saying, “One final time for humanity.”

It’s like he’s anticipating this being the battle that takes us all out.

As soon as we all break in our different directions, I notice that Erwin keeps Levi and sends him in the other direction.

Shit, why? Is it so that if we all die in here Levi survives out there? Or does he think we’re good enough on our own that they’ll need him out there?

As I’m contemplating Erwin’s choices, Eren transforms. No sooner had Reiner made it to the top of the wall than he was sliding back down after Eren.

Here we go!

As Eren and Reiner begin to engage, I can’t help but feel overwhelming pride watching him dodge and counter. 

I can’t let myself celebrate for long because he could need us at any moment, but damn do I feel like a proud parent.

That is, until he goes to kick Reiner and I have to stop myself from smacking my forehead. Reiner does exactly what he should, and grabs Eren’s only leg anchoring him to the ground, throwing him around like a dancer’s ribbon.

As soon as Reiner gets the upperhand, Mikasa is chomping at the bit to swoop in. Hange scolds her but I can tell Mikasa isn’t convinced.

“On the wall you told him to trust his own strength, now you need to trust it too!” I yell at her from a different rooftop.

That’s when it hits me. 

“Wait! Hange, I can help!”

“You heard what I just said!” She calls back, clearly aggravated.

“No, the attack hinges on using the thunderspears at the right time. Everyone else can keep doing what they’re doing, but my bending can help! Nothing with the thunderspears!”

She thinks only for a split second before another screech comes from Eren and she nods in approval.

I zip over and approach Reiner from behind, using my water on any of his joints where there isn’t hardening present. It’s also clear from watching them fight that Reiner’s armor isn’t as tough as Eren’s hardening so I start trying to work near the nape from as safe of a distance as I can manage.

Reiner whips around but doesn’t immediately see me, giving Eren an opening. It doesn’t last very long though as they begin grappling on the ground.

Flying back, I explain, “It’s too hard for me to hit Reiner without also hurting Eren, but they’re on the ground. Eren’s on his back and Reiner is on top, this seems like prime position for the thunderspears.”

We hear rumbling and notice Eren has flipped Reiner. “Nevermind.” I add before turning to go back.

I can’t freeze the ground because Eren will slip too. I whip one hardened blast at Reiner which blows him back but doesn’t do much else.

Fuck, I need more water!

I quickly use my ODM gear to get out of the way and move towards the canal to get water. While I’m away, I hear Hange call for them to move in followed by the explosions of the spears.

Shit, faster!

As I make my way back, Jean is giving them a pep talk about what they have to do and they move in at once.

After it’s clear that the hit was successful, everyone begins celebrating. Except for Sasha and Connie. Their tears and confliction seem to really bother Jean as he starts yelling at them to suck it up.

“Horseface, lay off,” I call as I approach. “Give us a minute wouldya?”

He reluctantly releases them and speeds over to another rooftop. I sit down between the two of them and just hold them for a moment. Let them cry. After they go for a second, I gently say, “Unfortunately, Jean was right. I know you once knew this kid, but you only knew the side of him that he wanted you to. It doesn’t make it easier, but try to think about it like…like you killed the bad side of him. Yeah, kill the traitor and leave nothing but the decent memories behind. There’s still a lot of this day left, and you two are still very much needed.”

Like all of my pep talks, I don’t know if it really helped. But emotions can be dealt with from the safety of the barracks. There’s no time for that here when there’s so much more fighting to be done.

Just as I’m about to go check on Armin and Mikasa, the Armored lets out a scream very much like the one Annie let out in the forrest. And based on everyone’s reaction, it has to be equally as bad.

Something is launched over the walls, and by Armin’s description it likely has Batteringram or whatever the fuck the kid’s name is in it. But he doesn’t immediately transform like everyone thought he would. And, from the sounds of it, if he had transformed right away it would have been disastrous for us.

As Hange divides up command, Armin leaps forward to attempt to negotiate.

Fuck, I get that they were once friends but kid’s gonna get himself killed!

We can’t hear what they’re saying, but we’re already to move at a moment’s notice. Be that forward to help, or backward and away from his transformation.

Suddenly Mikasa attacks. They’re back and forth but he’s holding his own. And then he’s gone.

God I wish I knew what was happening.

As he swoops off, he suddenly starts going up, and it gives us only a second or two to take cover.

Hange please, please be safe! 

The resulting explosion is unlike anything I’ve ever seen and unfortunately I wasn’t quick enough to try to use ODM gear and it blew me back. The last thing I remember seeing before my vision went dark was the world lit up in a toxic shade of yellow.

I came to just a few moments later with a ripping headache. Eren’s titan shielding us from any burning derbis, and everyone huddled around me.

When I open my eyes Armin scoots closer. “One of your pupils is blown so you’ve definitely got a concussion. But other than that, are you okay?” 

I grunt and rub the bridge of my nose with the heel of my hand. Without looking at anyone, I say, “Never better. So, now what?”

I still hadn’t seen the Collosal titan but based on that explosion, it must be quite a sight. 

Everyone is extremely on edge for obvious reason, but I’m surprised by how much fear is in Connie’s voice when he says, “Hey, Armin? Your orders? Come on!”

Sasha follows this up with an equal amount of terror when she yells, “What should we do?”

I’m still getting my bearings back and trying not to think about just how bad my head hurts, but I can see how freaked out Armin is too. What no one expects is for Armin to ask Jean to take over.

I’m proud when Jean immediately makes a call to head for the river. I hadn’t realized just how natural of a leader he is.

Eren runs in the shadows as to not draw Batteringram’s attention. As soon as he’s close enough to the canal I dive in, completely submersing myself so I can heal every inch of my body.

It won’t get rid of the concussion, but it’ll at least make me feel better.

When I come up for air, no one is talking. It seems there’s still no plan, so I offer whatever I can. “Jean, you mentioned a distraction. I’d be a perfect one. He’s expecting to see Eren, he’s not expecting to see a waterbender. It could throw him off even for just a second and give an opportunity to make a move.”

“No way.” I raise my eyebrows at him. When he doesn’t continue and another wave of burning buildings comes raining down, I prompt, “Last I checked no one else had a better plan. It’s safer to use me as a distraction than it is Eren.”

Jean shakes his head. “Eren might be the objective but that doesn’t mean they won’t take you too.”

Armin jumps in to continue the thought. “Plus, while you’re both equally valuable, it’s for very different reasons. You are the only thing we have that they don’t. They’ve always been able to one-up us by using the titans in ways we didn’t know possible. Now, we have a person to use in ways they can’t even comprehend. Jean is right, you can’t go in as a distraction all on your own.”

“Well Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb, what are your ideas then because from where I stand-” I’m dramatically cut off by more crashing nearby, “we need to do something fast.”

We all stare at each other for a moment when I get another idea. “Hey, I couldn’t do this earlier because it would’ve impaired Eren just as much as Reiner, but there’s definitely enough water here for me to lay down a sheet for him to slip on.”

Jean shakes his head again, “He’s too hot, it’ll melt before it can do anything.”

“No, I think you’re wrong.” I interject. “Something I noticed back home is that firebenders struggle to melt my ice and it’s something Hange and I have been experimenting with. My ice got cold enough that it burnt her, I think it might stand a chance, even if it’s just for a second. It doesn’t hurt to try and I can do it without giving away my location.”

Jean pauses and nods. Just as I’m about to take off though, he stops me. “What should we do after he falls though?”

“That seems like it’s your call right now ‘cap,” I say with a determined smile. His eyes widen and he starts to stutter, so instead of forcing him to try to figure it out, I give my two cents. “My suggestion though would be to move in as soon as he’s horizontal. I’ll keep working at it to try to get him on his hands and knees if not entirely prone, at which point you should try to go for the nape.” I pause and turn around, distributing my thunderspears to everyone. “You’ll all be in a better position than me to get him and you’ll have a much easier time with these than swords even though he doesn’t have armor.”

As I’m about to move out, I stop and turn, quickly saying, “If this doesn’t work, you’ll need to have a plan b because it’ll give our location away. I’ll follow your lead if it comes to that. Just,” I look to each and every one of them, “please be careful.”

They all nod decisively at me and I take that as my que to make a wave to ride closer. When I’m close enough but just outside of his peripheral field of vision, I take most of the contents of the canal on land. Running as stealthily as I can, I get so close that I can start to feel the heat radiating off of his titan.

I discern his path of movement and run out just ahead of his current location. As quietly as I can, I splay my water out in front of him and quickly bend it into a thick sheet of ice.

I don’t think he noticed me. And the ice looks nice and clear too so he probably won’t see that from all the way up there.

Just like I planned, he stepped on the ice and slipped, only instead of falling forward like I had hoped he went backward.

Less ideal for sure.

In a quick maneuver I shifted my ice to where his other foot would fall to brace himself, and that slips too. He falls so slow that it gives me time to anticipate where his hands will be and move my ice there.

Boom!

He’s down on the ground, but he’s on his back.

Shit, I should’ve kept at least one thunderspear.

He has to roll over to try to get back to his feet, but I don’t see the kids anywhere yet. To buy some time, I freeze his hands to the ground.

Still, no one.

Fuck!

Acting before I can think, I spout up so I’m on a level with his nape.

Guess this is on me.

Just as I’m about to slice with a waterwhip, his hand breaks free from the ground, ice still in tact, and he swings it towards me like a club.

I don’t have time to react.

Something smashes into my body.

#aot #attack on titan #snk #shingeki no kyojin #avatar: the last airbender #atla #the gaang #Levi Ackerman #Levi x y/n #Captain Levi #Levi x reader #Hange Zoe #Prince Zuko #Zuko #Zuko x y/n #Aang #Katara #Sokka #Toph #Suki

[shamelessfngrl]

My Viktor Vektor Headcanons: Part 1

He visits his local dollhouses and books 15 minute appointments with every joytoy, not to enjoy their services, but to give them quick check ups, make sure they’re not being abused etc. Most of them can’t afford to take time off, let alone to book an appointment with a decent ripper, so this is his charity work.

His favorite soda is Spunky Monkey, they even sponsored him back in his boxing heyday.

He doesn’t know how to swim

His maternal grandfather is Sebastian Kalemba, don’t @ me, I suck at math

He didn’t lose his championship fight, he took a dive for a fuck ton of eddies, enough to get through medschool without having to enter indentured servitude to TT in exchange.

He is mildly dyslexic, which is why he has trouble consistently spelling his name. It does not affect the quality of his services.

After medschool, before working at the clinic where he met Ronny, he wanted to roam the desert for a gap year or 2 with a mobile clinic/rv, except ran into some trouble with a Raffen Shiff clan. Kidnapped and enslaved as the clan doctor for almost a year. Fell in love with one of their enslaved women, unknowingly helped her commit a coup as she helped him escape. The first nomad girl he loved, she is the woman tattooed on the back of his arm, 'Always got your 6', alludes to how she helped him escape.

He’s a widower, his tattoo of the ring girl is his late wife Veronica, Ronny, died on a merc job. She was a nomad too, which explains his weak spot for Nomad V. 

He met Jackie while on a date with Ronny, at the Coyote Cojo. Little Jackie came storming into the bar straight to his mom, crying, covered in bruises with a bleeding nose. Mamá Welles tried to cover it up but Vik recognized some signs of abuse. Taught Jackie how to raise his fists in defense, started training him since then. Mamá Welles didn’t want Vik to directly interfere, because he’s ‘ganic and Raul wasn’t, didn’t help that Raul was quite a bit bigger than Vik too. Vik couldn’t always be there if Raul decided to hit them, so arming Jackie was the next best thing.

He also doesn’t know how to drive small vehicles. Big wheelers, RVs, motorcycles sure, but fuck cars.

One of few people left who knows how to ride a bicycle

Vik has mild optic nerve damage from his fighting career, which is why he’s always wearing sunglasses, everything is always just a tad too bright.

Vik is a bit of a weeb, collects maneki-nekos, occasionally humming 'Pon Pon Shit' to himself when sorting his tools.

Vik played bass in a 7th wave punk band during high-school and the early days of medschool, but had to give it up because practice times and gigs were messing up his study schedule, and he wanted to become a doctor more than a rockstar.

He got the scar on his chin from his first fistfight ever, at 14, defending a younger kid in his neighborhood from wannabe gangers.

When he went to Trauma Team Medical University, he hated being on ambulance duty, having had to occasionally shoot people. It’s part of why he prefers fists over firearms.

Growing up, Jackie made the sugar skulls that are strewn across his clinic as gifts to him

His favorite food is sushi, then Chinese food, and he only drinks on special occasions

On his last day at TT he stole a hazmat suit (hangs in one of his lockers in the clinic), meds, and several tools, lit a fire on his way out. Never got caught. Burn corpo shit, amirite?

If you'd like to read any of my takes on these, please be patient, they will come!

If you'd like me to read any of your takes on these, @ me please!

Thank you for reading this long ass post~

#viktor vektor #viktor vector #victor vektor #victor vector #cyberpunk 2077 #headcanon #fanfiction #dyslexia #burn corpo shit #ripperdoc #cp77 #cp2077 #i like to think so #story prompt #inspiration #shameless #nomad v #viktor vecktor

[charmixpower]

Im reading the comics, I've gotten though s1 and s2, and will eventually get to talking about them (I've already cropped all the parts from s1 I wanna talk about) and Riven has a very specific characterization, and I really love it

Let me talk about what makes up his v character

Fuck you, there is a mission

This is the first thing you'll notice. Comics Riven is probably the first to remind everyone that, yes, this is a mission, not a chance to hang out with the girls, stay on target

He also is notably always trying to get anything related to RF done as quickly and well as possible

Like literally anytime he shows up in the comics during a mission he avoids any sidetracks as hard as he can to focus solely on the mission

He will bitch at the others to get their heads in the game and get their asses in gear and it's really funny

Riven gets into this whole huge fight bc he thought someone was shit talking RF

The Shab Stone comic is p good but it goes against Riven's very strong "prioritize the mission at all costs vibes". Riven would not go rouge, he knows he can't pull off his idea with only one~two people. Bitching the entire time and being soo salty and passive aggressive at Helia it makes everyone uncomfortable? Yes. I can definitely see him fucking needling Helia hard. I can't see him running off tho

Like, Riven is the only guy who hasn't let a mission gone sideways bc he wants to hang out with one of the Winx up until this point. My favorite dialogue from him is when Musa is aggressively shooting her shot and Riven is like "hmm I think this might be a lizard type monster"

He simply would not break rank, he'd be a fucking major asshole and attempt to bully Helia into listening to him. But not intentionally endanger the mission

That's something only s1 show Riven would do in his fucking dumbassary, s1 comics Riven is too busy drinking his respect RF juice

Like yes Riven is a dumbass and an asshole, and I would understand and respect this conflict if it was s1 show Riven, but s2 comics Riven would die before doing something that harmed a mission. Please let him be awful in character consist ways

He is always extremely serious looking around Musa in s1 except for the first time he had a proper conversation with her

Riven talks to Musa, calls her beautiful, like literally that's what he says, Musa somehow interprets this as him mocking her (which fuels my hc that Riven just had a voice that sounds mocking and sarcastic which causes him so many problems) and from this on in the s1 comics he maintains a serious ass face when looking at her

Throughout the comics it's reassured that yes, Riven does have feelings for Musa. No clue how that works with him dating Darcy but no one ever accused these comics of being canon

My favorite interpretation of this is that Riven, after completely wiping out with Musa the first time, put all his focus into trying to impress her and it still didn't work but it didn't work in a funny way

In my translation he calls the Winx girlies

Nothing to add that just made me very happy

He is a MASSIVE introvert

Comics Riven will avoid large groups of people like it's his fucking job. He will go to a party and sit on the sidelines because he fucking hates people

He's always on the fringes. He's outside during the dance, sitting on the beach when everyone is chatting in a cafe, he literally runs off to where ever he's least likely to be bothered and doesn't come back

There's a magic spell that makes people argue in one comics and Riven is never shown to argue with others because he straight up doesn't speak. Yes, that could be because the writers didn't want to write about him, but literally every other boy except Helia got in on it. Riven literally took a vow of silence so he wouldn't get mixed up in that shit, amazing

He doesn't even give his opinion on the mission most of the time, or anything. He stands far away from his squad and is kinda vibes in the background. The strongest "people....no thank you" energy. The only person he visibility likes being around is Musa and he gives her small smiles and holds her but is still pretty fucking quiet when it just them and if there's a mission usually talks about the state of that

He is so bad at talking to people I love him

He's everything I wish s3 Riven was

This is literally ideal s2 on Riven. Someone tried to piss him off by saying Musa was with some guy and Riven was like "Literally where does it say that this is any of our business"

This is full s2 Riven setting up a date for Musa with someone else energy and I am absolutely living for it

He's in his lane, focused, flourishing. Completely disgusted with the idea of parties and hiding out back on a rock somewhere enjoying solitude

#winx club #Winx riven #winx comics #rus chatters #winx club riven #winx musa

[lpdwillwrite4coffee]

Okay y'all. This is the story of how I owe $17,000 to the guy who propositioned me during family night at a local brewery and now I'm committed to bringing sensible wine options to his house for Thanksgiving.

Our tale begins like most do - panic crying in the living room while my house floods. Because of a freak polar vortex like day in February, my old drafty house and the rust bucket of a boiler in the cellar created a horrific one-two punch that ended in me nearly freezing to death in my own home and almost all of my heating pipes cracking and leaking, flooding my first floor and basement. It was terrifying, beyond stressful, and most importantly to this story, expensive.

After 2 and a half months of living in a hotel, battling insurance companies, daily anxiety attacks, and having 4 grand of insurance money stolen by my bipolar, narcissistic mother, I hit my absolute fucking limit. Friends of mine who are much better off financially than I have ever been in my life offered to help me out of the dark, lonely, and cold hole I'd wound up in. Three text messages and a lot of tears later, I was in possession of a check for $17,000 and had an official start date for construction. Praise Dolly.

A hop, skip, and a jump through time and we're now in July. I'm paying my friends back in monthly installments and trying not to crumble from the knowledge that it will take me 4 or 5 years of consistent payments to get out from under this loan. But at least I have heat. It's the little things I guess.

My friend, let's call him Mitch, and his wife, who unfortunately shares my name but for this we'll call her Lucette, are kindly checking in on me and inviting me to coffee/dinner/drinks to hang out. Things seem like they're back on track to being normal.

Lucette gets a new job that requires a ton of travel, so I don't see her as much as I do Mitch, but that doesn't bother me, as Lucette and I were never particularly close and spending more than an hour of time with her makes me feel like a dirt poor 19 year old who showed up to a nice dinner party in paint stained jeans and a ripped band tee. We are not energetic or socioeconomic equals.

One weekend, Mitch and I get drinks just to catch up, and he tells me that him and Lucette have made the decision to try out ENM (ethical non-monogamy). They've been married for 7 years, have had a bit of a dry spell due to pandemic close proximity, and there's just the general vibe that they want to try new things. I get it! And I'm encouraging. Life is too short for bad sex, I tell him, and he's thankful I'm not judging them. We have a good laugh about it all - particularly the bit about them seeing my profile on Feeld, as they have one too - and after another beer, I go home.

This is probably the part of the movie where the music changes, warning the viewer that some event is looming and possibly dangerous for our protagonist. If only life had such a soundtrack I could hear.

Throughout the summer and into September Mitch and I see more of each other and I take notice of the uptick in chill weekend day drinking and texts. Nothing about it feels off or motivated by anything other than being bored and wanting to hang out with a friend. And because I know about his ENM journey, I think there's the appeal there of getting to speak freely to someone who won't wrinkle their nose and make jokes about bringing pineapples to neighborhood BBQs. In a stunning change of mental pace, I don't overanalyze it. Perhaps this was a mistake.

One morning I wake up a text from Mitch cancelling plans. I'm secretly thrilled - I didn't want to shower that day anyway. But I can also tell something has gone horribly wrong on his end, but he doesn't say what, so I just "yeah, sure, let me know when you're free next" my way out of the conversation.

When we do talk next, he tells me why he cancelled. Lucette cheated on Mitch during a work trip. They'd established rules within their ENM arrangement that she broke. And she broke them loudly, multiple times, and with her iPad still logged in and left on the kitchen counter in full view of Mitch. Horrible words are said, declarations of 'the best sex of her life' are sent to several group chats, pictures are seen. It's bad.

Mitch is unwell. I comfort him as best as I can and he tells me that he and Lucette aren't pulling the divorce lever yet, but he's still heartbroken and scared he's going to lose his marriage. I feel awful for him. I offer to buy him another beer. He shows me the texts he saw. It's officially A Lot.

From that day on, I become his "my wife cheated on me with the guy she told me not to worry about" therapist friend who he can unload on and get sympathetic words in return. I've been imprinted on by the depressed baby bird hatched by infidelity and low self-esteem. It's not the first time, and I'm certain it won't be the last.

Tell me, how's that soundtrack only you, the audience, can hear? I bet it's tense and full of cello.

A few weeks later, I get a head cold. It's not the end of the world but it's annoying. I'm fevered, stuffy, exhausted, and I have not a drop of soup or broth in my home. Mitch sees my Instagram story about being sick and offers to bring me soup. "Aww, that's so nice of you, thank you." "Of course! I'll go get it and be right over." "Awesome! Just text me when you drop it off." Thirty minutes later my doorbell rings. My dogs bark their heads off. I'm a little annoyed. The bell rings again. I see Mitch's car in my driveway. I mutter to myself about why he didn't just leave it on the steps as I go to the door. I look disgusting and I'm flushed with a solid 100.2 fever, but I guess I'm having face time with Mitch now. I open the door and he hands over the soup almost immediately, but with an odd look on his face. I thank him and ask what I owe, but he refuses for me to pay him back. I thank him again. He doesn't make a move to leave. I tell him I'd invite him in but.... *gestures widely to the PJs I've worn for 3 days in a row and the broken capillaries in my nose and the dogs still barking behind the second entryway door* He smiles awkwardly and says it's okay. He still doesn't leave. "So... how are you, Mitch?" His shoulders slump. "I'm not doing great."

Ah. There it is. Mystery solved. My time has been bought with soup and he's lingering to collect on it. So I lean on my door, sniff back a disgusting level of mucus, and brace myself for whatever is about to be said. Turns out, Lucette couldn't stop texting the Best Sex Ever guy and possibly is fixated on him due to some weird aging hot girl nonsense. Mitch tells me he and Lucette are separating. She's sleeping in her home office. The mess got messier. I tell him I'm so incredibly sorry, this is awful, etc etc etc. He stays for 20 minutes to tell me all of this and get as much of a pep talk as I can muster while trying not to sneeze directly in his eyes.

In the interim, I've gotten several strangely loaded texts from Lucette, telling me she's glad Mitch has me and that she knows he values my friendship and advice on things. Alexa, play "She Knows." But I keep things as vague as possible, because I don't want to shove myself even more in the middle. I didn't choose to be imprinted on, but I can choose not to encourage a more permanent bond. Call me a wildlife rehabilitation center.

Being sick takes me out of commission for a while, and I have to reschedule multiple things, including getting beer with Mitch. That doesn't deter him from messaging me of course, but I don't see him for a couple weeks. When I'm feeling better, I tell him we should check out a brewery we've never been to before and we set a day.

This is probably the part when the audience yells as the protagonist not to go. Don't get in the car. Stay home.

Ah, to not be a participant in the narrative.

I get to the brewery and immediately I notice 2 things: 1, it's family Sunday Funday, and 2, the vibes around Mitch are........uncomfy. I turn into a socially anxious motormouth. I can't stop talking about literally everything that doesn't matter, including the child at the table next to us playing a solo game of Uno and the 80's music playlist. I order my beer and finally force myself to chill tf out. Maybe I've picked up on a vibe that has nothing to do with me. Maybe he's just feeling weird. Maybe I'm just insane. All of these options are valid.

Halfway thru our drinks, Mitch brings up the odd texts from Lucette. "I think I know why she was being weird with you." "Oh? Why?" I sip my beer and wait. He says, "So, back when Lucette and I decided to open up our marriage, we had a discussion about who we'd see ourselves dating..."

Hey audience, how's that music crescendo?

I blink. Mitch gestures with his beer. "And obviously, your name was at the top of my list."

And because I'm the definition of smooth, I practically shout, "REALLY???" so loudly 5 people turn around and look at me. Mitch doesn't even look away from me. Instead, he stares deeper into my eyes and asks, "Do you ever see that becoming a possibility?"

Me. Dating Mitch. After months of supporting him through a painful, messy separation that hasn't even really become official. After knowing way too much about his sex life. After all the sad boy memes and depressed 1am texts he's sent. After being forced to read his angry, sexually charged break up poetry in front of him 2 beers in at the bar.

AFTER I HAD TO BORROW $17,000 FROM HIM AND LUCETTE.

I verbally flounder for a painfully long 12 seconds while watching that little girl beat herself with another Uno Reverse card, and finally land on a gentle but firm rejection of the idea. I don't have a chance to mentally process all the messed up parts to this messed up puzzle in the moment but when I get home it starts to click.

They had that conversation in the spring. Around the time that I had to borrow the money in the first place. And while I don't have proof, I can almost guarantee that Lucette vetoed Mitch's suggestion of bringing me into their situation, and now that they're breaking up, he feels like he can take a swing at it (pun? unintended?)

Which means that every single interaction, every single conversation and hang out, every single dollar bill I borrowed is colored with the knowledge I now possess which is that Mitch, for however long, has wanted to fuck me. He's wanted to fuck me so. Goddamn. Bad.

Audience, I bet you're the star at your optometrist's office with all that 20/20 vision. I'm honestly jealous.

No wonder Lucette was sending probing texts with the energy of "I know you know, and now you know I know." No wonder Mitch attached himself to me like a duckling trying to cross a busy road. No wonder both of them were so earnestly checking on me when I first moved back into my house. NO WONDER MY SUBCONSCIOUS MIND HAD BEEN SCREAMING "YOU'RE IN DANGER GIRL" FOR WEEKS.

And before ALL of this, Mitch had organized Thanksgiving at his house since Lucette would be out of town, and one of his friends created a list of what people can bring. I signed up for wine, since it means I don't have to cook. And when this entire thing came to a head, I started to write an "I'm bailing" text to Mitch. But before I could pull that trigger, our mutual friend messaged me to say how happy she is that I'll be there and that she's missed me.

So now, after finding out that Mitch has wanted to get his dick in me for months (if not longer) without even considering the power imbalance of me owing him SEVENTEEN THOUSAND DOLLARS, I have to pick out a sensible red and white wine and show up at his house at 2pm on Thursday.

Audience. Reader. Friends. I am.... stressed. And in serious debt.

And apparently hot enough to possibly instigate an argument between spouses.

Cue the Charlie Brown Thanksgiving song. This year I'm grateful for autonomy and friends willing to come up with a code word in case I need to escape quickly.

#ohhhhhhhhh this is bad bad badbadbad #“obviously” SORRY??? OBVIOUSLY???????? #OBVIOUSLY YOU'RE AT THE TOP OF MY LIST #WHAT LIKE I'M FRESH MEAT ON YOUR GROCERY LIST??? #WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK #this is edging closer and closer into financial abuse territory and I HAVE to get out from under it #he didn't even think about how bad this could be for me #or how uncomfortable it would make me #and here I am just trying not to freak out about owing them money for the next 5 years of my life #AND HE GOES AND PROPOSITIONS ME #I can't #this is too much #god this sucks #what do I even do now?? #this was not the holiday I anticipated #storytime #tumblr stories

[anoray]

Just a few more random thoughts about Season 5 of The Dragon Prince...

The animation design team does a knock out job on just about everything except horses. I do love horses and I find the ones in TDP just don’t seem to look and move very much like horses, kind of like the animators find them boring and don’t put much elbow grease into it. I mean, look at the really cool dragon in this sample comparison to the stuffed animal horses.

At least two horses got munched by the monster wolves during this season and nobody seemed to feel all that sorry for them. If it had been dragons, well. 

Don’t get me wrong, I loooove dragons, too, and the scene where Zubeia envisioned speaking with Avizandum was done so well and really touching.

I applaud this show for all its gorgeous dragon designs, like this stunning sea dragon and sun dragon!

Moving on, after a few stumbles in Season 4, the characters and relationships are developing nicely, especially Callum and Rayla and how Callum is struggling with his guilt over using dark magic. Viren’s slow turnaround has been intriguing but he needs to pay the piper for all the wrong he’s done. All in all, everyone seems to remain consistent with their core personality for the most part as they grow during their adventures together, but the glaring exception to me remains Claudia.

Ever since Season 1, I’ve never quite understood how her character can act so dimwitted a majority of the time, yet she’s somehow able to remember and cast complex spells. I’m still scratching my head over how neither of Viren’s children inherited much of his brain power, although Soren has really come a long way and it was great how he helped Deadwood/Elmer. Meanwhile, Claudia still goes from oohing and awwing over some little critter, then has no problem crushing it to do dark magic. Overall, I continue to find her Jekyll and Hyde portrayal uneven and jarring.

At this point, Claudia’s behavior is 95% petty and cruel unless it involves Terry or her father, plus the kicker is that she wouldn’t even be getting very far in her quest (or have anything left of her humanity) without the help of Terry.  

Speaking of Terry, I genuinely have no clue why this kindly, good hearted elf person:

Is still finding excuses to hang out with this pretty much obvious psychopath:

I guess Terry hopes he can help Claudia do less awful things by showing her love and kindness? But he’s the one putting all the effort into their relationship it seems. Unless the writers have Claudia undergo a major change of heart and help Callum, Ezran, and Rayla end Arravos, I’m not sure how she can be believably redeemed.

#the dragon prince #the dragon prince spoilers #the dragon prince season 5 #what do they have against horses #claudia ugh #everyone else thumbs up #awesome dragons

[yearofradicalselfbelief]

Part Four [Progess & Foundation Laying] - 16/12/23

Hello! I actually have a non-depressing update to write today, what a time to be alive. Discussions of 2024 goals, and changes to my writing schedule ahead.

I’ve spent the last week or so basically already making a start on my goals for 2024, so that once January hits, all I need to actually do is maintain the momentum instead of spending the first few weeks undoing whatever bad habits I could let myself slip into just because it’s the holiday season.

My big goals for 2024 are nothing new. I go into every year wanting to read more, write more, and exercise more. The thing is, there was a time when I’d have these goals and each one truly would be starting from scratch. Before I started writing daily as a rule, weeks would go by where I didn’t write a single word, then I’d feel bad about not writing, which would make me want to write even less, and create that great little feedback loop from hell. I also went through a ridiculous reading dry spell during/following my uni years, because nothing makes you want to read less than doing an English Lit degree, and honestly I’d never been big into fitness beyond a few weeks-long health kicks up until I hit my 20s, either.

So when I’d first have these goals, none of the foundation would be there, and I was basically expecting my habits to go from 0 to 100 the second the clock struck midnight for the New Year. Recently, I’ve been doing things smarter.

Starting my daily writing streak on 1st January 2020 was a great starting point, because I haven’t missed a day since, and I’ll be hitting my 1500th consecutive day of writing sometime in the first quarter of next year. The year that followed that, 2021, I started to take my fitness way more seriously. I worked out on and off before that, but 2021 was the year where I did my first ever 75Hard challenge – successfully – in the summer, then another the following autumn, and I’ve done several since.

2022, as I’ve said, was a bit of a write-off because of everything I went through, but 2023 has been the year of upping the reading habit. Last year I read 14 books, this year I read 41 – with ~5 more being in progress, but I probably won’t finish those til New Year. My goal for next year is 50.

The thing is though, juggling these habits means that it’s been pretty common so far for one thing to fall by the wayside while I focus on the other two. When I did flufftober this year, I didn’t have the time to do a single workout the whole month. Or when I do a workout challenge, my writing output halves because it gets to the evening time and it’s just a struggle to stay conscious during the evening hours where I’d ordinarily get my best words in.

So my overarching goal for 2024 is to have a year where I just absolutely ace all three of those habits. I want to read lots, write lots, and get a great level of consistency with my workouts. I do have more minor goals that fall within all of that too, like finding a way of using social media that isn’t all or nothing. This year, my screen time has either been insanely high, or I’ve been on Instagram breaks for months at a time. Then I hang around until I can see it’s wearing on my mentally, and disappear again for a long stretch. I really want to find a middle ground with that – one that doesn’t have me being so terminally online that I feel like shit, but also one that doesn’t have me constantly missing out on cheering on overseas friends, with whom IG is my only source of real communication.

And, as I said on my main blog, another big thing I’m changing is really controlling where my energy goes with my writing, and when. Because I do have a bad habit of focusing on fanfic more than I focus on the novel. There are a few reasons for that, and honestly I don’t even regret it – yet. But if I don’t make any changes, there will be a day on the horizon where I do.

Fanfic has been, and still is, great for me. It gave me a community of amazing, kind, supportive, and generous people when I was in the lowest point of my life (and I cannot overstate how much that made that time bearable for me), and it has improved my writing by miles. I’ve had people in my life who do openly view it as me wasting my time because it hasn’t gotten me further in my writing career when you only look at the basic facts, and there have even been times when I’ve been tempted to give into their way of thinking. However, earlier this year I read some very early drafts of the novel – from way back before I even started Little By Little – and they were just not good at all. Then, I look at the chapters I’m producing now, and seeing how much better they are, and that change is thanks to the sheer amount of fic I’ve produced in the last few years.

In part it’s because of the fact that writing so often is bound to improve said writing, but it’s also because of the feedback I’ve gotten on those fics. Feedback doesn’t always only limit itself to reflecting on the specific story that feedback pertains to. Sure, sometimes it’s a case of “I wasn’t a fan of this plot point” or “I don’t like this character”, but other times it’s “I feel like there has been too much introspection in these last few chapters” (which was a big problem with my writing at the start of this decade, and really showed in early novel drafts), or “I really enjoy the humour you put in your stories” – because allowing myself to have fun and be silly with the narration in Catch the Wind, and seeing not only how much fun I had with that, but how much people liked that, really freed me up to add the same thing into the novel itself.

It all contributes, and while I do have a tendency to get upset at myself for reaching the ripe old age of 27 without having yet even queried a single novel, I look back on the stuff I was writing at the ages when I really wanted it to happen that specific year, and I can see that my writing just wasn’t ready for it. Now, thanks to fic, it is.

But that still leaves me with the fact that I now really do need to start prioritising my time. The discrepancy with fic and original work comes in the form of instant validation. With fic, I can finish a chapter, and if it’s a popular story I might have a comment on it within an hour. And it’s not that I feel like I can’t write without that, but because it’s such a help with my own anxiety when it comes to writing. I have a tendency to finish every chapter thinking it’s shit, and I don’t believe otherwise until I have that first comment telling me someone enjoyed it. With novel work, it doesn’t work that way. And because the novel means so much to me, that adds to the anxiety, until there are times when I’m so anxious about working on it that I can’t even enjoy working on it, because I’m just telling myself “what if this is shit? What if you’ve wasted ten years of your life building this world and creating this thing, and it ends up being for nothing?”

And I mean, it won’t be for nothing. If no agent wants to take it on, I’m not averse to the idea of doing a patreon type thing with it once I’ve exhausted every other avenue, but it is just that initial anxiety. I know it’s irrational, and my beta readers are really enjoying it, but the fact remains that I am a Frightened Bitch. It’s genetic.

But I need to overcome that, and I won’t overcome that if I’m running to the safety blanket and instant validation of fanfic whenever my anxiety spikes.

This is something I’d resolved to fix for quite a few years now, but I’ve never gone in with a specific game-plan, which means I then fall back into usual habits very quickly, because “idk I’ll figure it out” isn’t cutting it here.

So, I’m imposing a rule where I can only post one fic chapter, total, a week. Not one chapter of each fic, just one chapter of one fic. Fridays will be fanfic days, and I’ll post my chapter, and then I’ll go back to novel work. If a few months go by and I’m especially happy with novel progress, I might up that. I still want to take part in flufftober, but I’m really hoping that by then novel work will be so far along that doing so won’t be a problem, because it’ll be a nice break from edits rather than all-out rewrites. The plan is to also decide at the start of each week what will be updated next, let you guys know what it will be so you’re not waiting only to find out it’s a fic you don’t even read, and then rotate between that and the novel during that week. My current way of doing things is to have like 12 word docs open at any given time and just add to each one here and there until something is finished, but that isn’t the most efficient way to go about this.

I do have other set outlines as to how I’m going to achieve my other goals, rather than just “read more” and “exercise more”, because breaking them down into concise weekly targets to hit makes so much more sense. As for the screen time/social media dilemma, I’m going to be taking every Monday off of social media – with the exception of answering IG messages, because I use that in place of texting and I don’t want to completely self-isolate, just lessen the scrolling and the posting. I’ll also be limiting how often I can post, because the folk who follow me over there will know that my IG stories get a bit unhinged re: length at times. If I need more than that, which I think I will, I’ll extend the break to Tuesdays, too.

And the 50 book goal is pretty neat, because I can then just set myself with the goal of one book per week, or aim for 100 pages a day, which is fairly doable most days.

It’s going well, so far! I worked out five times this week, I’ve done quite a bit of reading, and I’m currently in the progress of updating every fic that I want to update before this once a week rule comes in (HTWA, Free, and Fallen Through Time are the top priorities – then, I think HWFG should roll around to be the first thing I update come New Year).

And to finish things off, I mentioned in my last post that I’m forcing myself to go out and do fun things for the sake of doing fun things at least once per month, beyond just errands and stuff that needs to be done, even if it just means a solo cinema trip or whatever. I did that this month, so have my proof of that in parting. Went to the city centre for lunch with a friend, and to take in the Christmas lights and snoop at the pretty clothbound classics.

So happy to be able to post something actually positive on here for once! I intend to keep that up, and I’m very grateful to the people who are following along on here!

[thecameronchronicles]

Ambition

TW: Smut. Language. Enemies to lovers. 

SUMMARY: You and Pope are up for the same academic feat, tensions (and smut) ensue…

WORD COUNT: 2700

Ambition

Everything you’ve ever wanted was just beyond reach. Having spent years meticulously planning each and every detail of your academic ascension, you could practically trace the coattails of success. There was only one thing standing in your way. Pope Heyward. 

Always a rival for scholastic greatness, you were always separated by a simple margin. And today would prove to be a continuation of this consistent rivalry. It was the day in which you were set for a scholarship interview, a financial grant hanging in the balance, which would decide if your dream school was attainable after all. Because of this, you wouldn’t let anything invade your focus. Not the worries that gnawed on you to such a degree that you couldn’t eat or sleep. Not a secondary plan as this was your sole focus. And certainly not Pope freaking Heyward. 

“Might want to breathe at some point before you pass out…” His voice stalled the lines you’d made over your note cards, having written out any potential question with planned responses to sound more eloquent than your adolescent repertoire would normally respond to. But you wouldn’t allow him the favor of even a second of your attention as you’d just shift in your seat and silence anything that wasn’t the words written before you. 

It was only when you were addressed by your last name with a tone less than patient that your eyes lifted to find a woman in a tailored suit and a polite smile fading quickly, that you realized you were being acknowledged. 

“We’re running short on time today so unless one of you wanted to come back tomorrow, we have to interview you both together…”

“Fine with me…” Pope answered as you tried to conceal your disdain by offering a forced smile, all while silently wishing he’d just obliterate before your very eyes. 

There wasn’t a single function in which you couldn’t find yourself pitted against him. Science fairs, literary competitions, spelling bees, even social media would all act as a stage for you trying to upstage one another. And yet, there was more riding on this moment than any of those aforementioned, and so you would grin and bear it before moving to your feet while he feigned chivalry by letting you go first.

“I’ll make sure to let you know how the weather is on the east coast-”

“Only when you come visit ME?” You shot back as he glared. 

“Wouldn’t be caught dead-”

“If only, my life would be so much easier-” You crossed the threshold, offering a firm handshake to the only person in the entire world who could grant you the access you’d been vying for since you could remember. And yet, Pope was equally as eager to showcase his own worth for acceptance, leaving your brown nosing intentions far too obvious before you each took a seat in the respective chairs right beside one another. Proper introductions out of the way, you were appreciated for being flexible and allowing a joint interview, before the first set of questions had begun. 

“What would you say was your greatest accomplishment?” Pope was asked first as he explained his success as a mathlete, getting second in a state-wide science fair, and being chosen out of an elite group of writing enthusiasts for a specific publication selected for only a few. 

“And you?” You were asked, suddenly all words having sat dry on the edge of your tongue. Each of your successes; debate captain, class president-a narrow win from none other than your current rival, record-breaking fundraiser numbers, and even the highest SAT score in recent history, you froze. At least you had until finding motivation in the smug look spread across Pope’s face, and then, something poetic spurred from what would have otherwise have been a pout. 

“Honestly, I don’t know.” Pope scoffed, feeling victory within reach without much of an effort, “Because I don’t think I’ve really done anything yet. At least not in contrast to what I know I’m capable of. But there’s only so much you can do in high school…” Impressed, your interviewer began to make notes while Pope rolled his eyes as the next question would be asked. 

These questions would continue, Pope having impressed your interviewer whenever you’d fall short and vice versa. Inquisitions of career aspirations and role models left you both rather dull to any sense of life outside of your academics, as was to be expected from two souls so steadfast on ensuring their family’s sacrifices were not made in vain. But the query quickly altered from professional to personal with questions neither one of you could answer with confidence-things that weren’t studied in your notecards as you hadn’t thought about them. 

“Why do you feel YOU deserve the scholarship?” You were asked this question first, your eyes falling short of the desk before you as you stalled, “I’ll give you a second,” Your stomach twisted in self loathing for having been too surprised to offer an eloquent response to this final question of the interview.

“I don’t-'' Pope answered as your eyes rose to him in surprise. 

“There are probably a hundred other applications that have higher scores and better electives.”He paused, shaking his head before continuing, “But I would do anything to prove that I earned it. I would spend every day working harder than the last…” As he spoke, you couldn’t help but admire him. Every single thing he said had been spoken as if it was on a teleprompter from your own thoughts, your eyes fixating longer than what was appropriate for someone who was your sworn enemy. But as your admiration continued to burn, this scorch lowered from your chest to your stomach, and lower still, as you suddenly found him in a new light-a light that had your thighs pressing together as he continued his speech of worthiness. 

The full nature of his lips pulling every so often into a smirk led you to wonder how soft they would feel against your own, your eyes drawn to his hands as he’d lift them in passion as he spoke made you envision those fingers wrapped in your hair and finally onto your hips as he'd pull you as he saw fit. And finally, the sound of your name coming from his lips as everything else muffled around it as he spoke of how you were a ‘worthy opponent’ and pushed him to be great, swelled your heart and dampened your panties. 

“Fuck, me…” The words left your lips as both Pope and the interviewer silence to view you. You hoped for a moment that the words hadn’t been uttered and were conjuring of a ‘worst case scenario’ getting the better of you. But with the way they looked at you, you were well aware it was certainly a reality. 

Addressed by your last name, you blushed deeper as you were berated, standing at your feet as you could no longer endure the pressure of this moment. The way he had affected you had your hormones firing on all cylinders, the pressure of your entire future riding on one wrong word-having been spoken BECAUSE of this newfound outlook, everything swallowing you whole and leaving you desperate to leave. And so you did. Hurriedly, you barreled through the door and back into the waiting room, where the sound of your name echoed at your back. 

“Are you-” Pope began to ask before finding an interruption in your upset. 

“Don’t pretend like you care, okay? Congratulations, Pope…You deserve it…” You shrugged and tried to leave before he took hold of your wrist.

“You don’t even know if I got it-”

“Are you kidding?! Everything you said in there was honeyed and exactly what they needed to hear! I just sounded like an echo of that-IF that! So applause or salude or whatever the hell you're supposed to say when you lose-”

“We won’t know until-”

“God! I know I lost it! I lost it BECAUSE of you!” His brows raised in intrigue as his eyes took in every detail of your passion. “I WANT you to get it so I don't have to see you here anymore! So you won’t be here anymore! Because I can’t stand to have you look at me like that-”

“Like what?”

You threw your hands up to motion to him. “Like THAT! Like you’re going to…consume me or something…and I hate that it gets to me! I hate everything about you and I just want you to leave me the hell alone-'' Once your volume had reached this point, Pope would bite the inside of his lips together before taking you away from the attention you’d pulled from the receptionist as well as your interviewer having moved from his office. 

“Would you two like a minute?” He asked as Pope motioned you back inside. 

“I understand these things can be stressful…but you two need to learn how to address it with a clear manner of appropriate conversation-so I’m giving you twenty minutes to figure out how to do that…” Pope’s hand left the curve of your back as the door closed behind you. 

“Great! Now I have to be here even longer!”

“I had other things to do , today too, okay? But you had to have your little attitude because I ‘affect’ you.'' He teased from your earlier confession as you now stood across from him, finger raised in an accusatory fashion. 

“You ‘affect’ me because you annoy me! Always thinking you’re the smartest person in the room and yet you-” You stopped, stopping yourself from making a furthering confession that would reveal details you didn’t want him to know-a crush you’d been able to hide beneath hostility and competitive aggression until now. 

“Yet you aren’t!” You finalized as he feigned hurt over his chest. 

“And YOU are?”

“More than you!”

“Guess we’ll see then won’t we? But just promise me when you lose out that you won’t take it too hard…Would hate to have you even more tense than you are now-”

Your fingers clawed into curves. 

“What the hell are you trying to do? Scratch my eyes out? Go ahead-give me your best, but-” Something prompted you upwards, whether it would be the surprise in knowing this would silence him or the need to know his kiss after years of having it infiltrate your attempts to focus, you had connected your lips with conviction before immediately retreating. Embarrassment and regret cast over your expression as you moved towards the door to leave, before he took hold of your wrist and brought you back into him. 

Without a word, he pulled you against him, one arm wrapped around your wrist as the other came to your cheek, pulling you into him with a steady kiss. The moment that your fingers fisted his dress shirt, he’d taken you against the desk, using it to stabilize you both, before driving his touch to your ass. 

“Damn…” He cursed as you'd tease his bottom lip with your tongue, lifting you over the edge of the surface behind you, until you wrapped around him. 

“You want to do this here?” He asked, heaving from your passionate kisses, as your eyes didn’t waver even as he moved to the direction of the door, “When they can come it at any second?”

“Fine with me…” You used his former words against him as he scoffed, picking up on this tease immediately, before taking you to him once again. 

Only now, when he brought you to him, he’d return you to your feet and bend you over the desk, lifting up the skirt of your dress until he could have it bunched within his hand. But where you’d come to expect the sound of his belt being made loose at your back, you instead felt his breath on your ass, his hand bending you forward that much more, before finally drawing his tongue between your folds. 

The silent vibrations of his approval added to your pleasure as your fingers reached before you for anything to use as an outlet for the need to remain silent, but he was making a perfect mess with your panties pushed to the side, his tongue removing those tensions one lick at a time. 

“Pope…” You groaned as he paused from your wince. 

“Stay quiet, wouldn’t want them to know just HOW dirty you are-or how wet…” He smirked before returning to his ambitions, your fingers dismantling the organized array set upon the desk, clawing at anything within reach, and sending a few objects to collapse with a chime of contact, all while remaining disreponsdent to caring while he was sinfully intricate with each of his movements, validating that he was knowledgeable in ALL things. 

“You’re so close already…” He acknowledged, rising from you and turning you to face him, gentle guidance of his hand holding some form of dominance as you became submissive for the hope he would allow you your release that was desperate for attention. 

“Please-”

“Fuck…You even beg so pretty…” He bit his bottom lip at the sight as your fingers now made a mission of his pants. He allowed you to undress him just before taking his cock within your palm as he took hold of your wrist.

“I wanna come inside of you-so go slow…” He explained as you whimpered to his wish, nodding, before hovering over his dick, thick and intimidating, before bringing a single stream of spit to his tip. 

“Shit…” He groaned, the sight almost too erotic, before he’d collect your hair in preparation of a kiss, only to feel you descend onto your knees. 

“Oh-shit…” He tensed, the surprise of your enthusiasm driving his eyes into a roll while you took him behind your mouth. Hollowing your cheeks immediately, you focused on supplying as much pleasure as possible in the form of a tongue savoring his anatomy and leaving him just as feral as you’d been left. 

“If that was all it took to make you quiet, would’ve done it sooner-” He teased, offering an all-too-pleased-with-himself smirk before you’d make quick work of his cock, a sharp wince leaving his clenched teeth before he’d bend you back over that desk. For only a second, he’d tease your lower lips with a single round of his cock’s head before ultimately plunging into you. 

His dominant hand was set between your legs, rubbing your clit in the perfect sensations of circles and pressure as you struggled to navigate your breathing in silence. He marveled at this, the erotic moment existing solely for the two of you, wearing caution damned by you both for being discovered, and the ultimate euphoria granted at how you took him with such focused ambition. 

“Pope…” You whimpered his name in repetition as he nodded, folding himself over you to silence his own moans into your skin, curses and your name an echo on his lips as the sound of footsteps crossing before the door brought him to turn. Pushing him off of you from his hesitancy, you unsheathed him, making him grunt, before pushing him onto the chair he had sat in only minutes prior, all high and mighty with arrogance-now forced into submission by you. 

“He’ll be back soon-” Heexplained, arrogance exchanged for worry as you nodded. 

“How quick can you make me come?” You asked as he smiled, dragging his nails into your hips as you aligned yourself with him, taking him into you once again as you controlled the place of your shared pleasure. 

“Shit, you feel-” You silenced him with a hand to his mouth. 

“Shut up and give it to me-just give it to me…” You groaned as he bucked into you, clenching his teeth, while your fingers wrapped through his hair. 

“Like that, huh?” You nodded. 

“JUST like that-I'm so close…” You confessed as he nodded.

“Fuck, me too…shit!” He spat, his eyes screwed shut as he began to convulse within you, your body welcoming his release with your own, as he held you in place for just a moment to ensure you wouldn't stain the chair beneath you beyond what was necessary. 

“This shouldn’t take long-” The sound of your interviewer returned as you were quick to dress, managing to appear presentable in the nick of time before standing before him with the hope he couldn’t tell just how you’d found common ground. 

“I hope you two found a way to come to an agreement.”

“Oh she came…” He muttered as you nudged him. 

“Shall we continue, then?” You were motion to sit, watching as Pope sat within the chair stained with your interaction, teasing you through the duration of the interview, drawing your taste from his lips at every chance, tormenting you with his choice of wording making you flash back to how he felt inside of you, before ultimately learning how this mutual tension had derived from the same mutual ambition; each other. 

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#obx #outer banks #pope heyward #pope heyward smut

[ontheshroom]

Always Forever

Bryson tiller x reader

Fluff

A/n: @harlowsbby

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You had met Bryson through Jack as they were good friends. When you first started to really hang around Bryson things were friendly, but you both quickly started to develop feelings for each other. You had a hard time trusting Bryson. His songs didn’t really give him the best reputation and you’d been hurt before and you never wanted to feel like that again. Bryson had this way of making you feel like you’re the only girl he’s ever been with. He made you feel like when he was looking at you, you were the only two in the room.

This summer he had to perform at a festival that you all were attending in Kentucky. It was supposed to be the biggest event of the summer for Kentucky and you were so excited.

Your whole party consisted of Jack, Urban, Neelam, Bryson, and you. You five really just stuck together the whole time unless others joined like The Homies. Bryson wasn’t set to perform till later that night around 6:30ish when the sun was starting to set, and you all had arrived there at around noon. Everyone decided that they were growing hungry and decided that you all should order some pizza. You and Bryson lay up with your head on his chest and his arm around your body. You two weren’t dating, but you guys, sure enough, acted like it subconsciously. Urban snapped a quick picture before Neelam announced that the pizza had arrived.

“Want me to grab you some?” You asked Bryson causing him to smile up at you.

“Please, ma.” He said holding your hand until he had to let go of you and walking away.

As you were getting pizza for the both of you, Neelam walked up next to you and smiled at you sweetly.

“So, you and Bryson?” She asked wiggling her eyebrows, causing you to chuckle.

“We’re not dating.” You said looking back at him and then back at Neelam.

“But, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to.” You smiled grabbing the last slice of pizza before returning to sit back next to Bryson.

After you guys ate it was finally time for Bryson to finally go on stage. Everyone else stayed in the back where they had a camera view of the stage, but you wanted to actually watch him perform so you walked right next to the stage still hidden from the crowd. After about three of Bryson’s most famous songs he only had one more left to perform.

“Y’all have been amazing to me tonight so I thank y’all for that! Now, if you keep up with me on the gram, you’ll know I have a friend. Her name is y/n. She has been such a vital part of me lately. I am constantly with her she inspires me to make the music y’all enjoy so much. Now, y/n is actually right here, and I wanna perform this song for her so y/n bring your ass out here, ma.” Bryson says smiling waving you to walk over to him.

You felt shy walking out in front of all those people, but Bryson had this spell on you where you swore he could give you the confidence to do anything.

Bryson started singing Always Forever, you told him you loved that song the second he sampled it for you, although you always wondered who it was about.

“Wish you had feelings like mine, baby. It feels like I’m still just a homie.” Bryson sang.

“I’m simply tryna forget everything. Since you don’t remember anything.” Bryson sang the closing of the song.

“Y/n, I don’t wanna be just a homie. I want you, I want to call you mine. You mean so much to me and impress me every time I’m with you. On your looks, your mindset, how hard you work, and how much you care about those around you. I could go on forever, but I just wanna ask you. Y/n. Will you be mine?” Bryson asks you as fireworks go off around you.

“Yes, Bryson. I’ll be yours.” You smile up at him as he pulls you in for a kiss.

Bryson definitely knew how to make a space with thousands of people, just feel like you two were the only ones in it.

#Bryson tiller #Bryson tiller x reader #Bryson tiller fluff

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Sonic Cast in the Magic AU

This consists of small snippets of backstory and information of sonic characters in my Mage/Magic AU. I’ve been working on this for months and it’s been worked on bit by bit and left in my tumblr drafts so i’m SO HAPPY that it’s gonna be posted now.

if you have any questions about the au, feel free to ask! :D

Decided to add the thing so it doesn’t make looking at it on mobile hell-

Sonic Windstep- A hedgehog who has been described as a literal speed demon, both for his extraordinary skills of flight but his raw talent and mastery of momentum magic. Not only can he manipulate his own momentum, by making himself as fast or as slow as he needs to be, but he can alter the speed and movement of other objects and people. He can go from slowing people down to sending them flying whenever he wishes. While he’s got a good heart, he’s not exactly good at staying out of trouble, and his use of magic certainly keeps him out of it; but it’s better at keeping others out of danger. He’s one of the most well-known mages in the land, getting all kinds of attention. His familiar is a Peregrine Falcon. 

Amy Rose- This cheery hedgehog lady has a very peculiar type of magic. Her magic is quite literally in the cards with card magic, and not just about the clairvoyant use of them with fortune telling (although she does enjoy doing that and was the first trick she learnt). With a special set of crafted magic cards, she can use them for a multitude of different spells and magical enhancements, such as summoning weapons or objects, setting traps, or enchanting herself depending on the cards. She can even use the very cards themselves as a projectile. It’s a very versatile set of magic that is difficult to master, but she is well on her way to doing so. She usually helps out at Vanilla’s inn or at Honey’s studio but she enjoys doing Tarot Card readings on the side. Her familiar is a swan... that seems to act exactly like her, cheerful and loving one moment... and then horrifyingly aggressive the next.

Miles ‘Tails’ Prower- A young fox who’s already a prodigy, his intelligence being far greater than anyone of his age. Despite the terrible teasing he suffered during his earliest years, getting to the point of dark rumours about him being born with two tails, he’s grown past it and training hard to become a great and wise magic user. Tails’ magic is one that isn’t very common and even harder to master, the magic arts of an Artificer (At least I hope I’m getting this right-). Everyone is aware of magically enhanced items and almost everyone has used them at some point in their life but very few can make them, yet Tails is already steadily learning the ropes of those very skills. As an artificer, he constantly comes up with ideas for enchanted items, from tools to weapons and uses his own specialised tools and magic to create them... it doesn’t always work but he won’t ever quit! His familiar is an Octopus, who frequently likes to hang out on his arms and play with his tools and spare parts.

Nakon 'Knuckles' Guardia- A reclusive echidna who comes from a long thought extinct clan of solitary echidna mages. Very little is known about this clan except they were very powerful and defended many magic-infused artifacts, but they suddenly just vanished. Only Knuckles remained and has been on his own in the Emerald Groves ever since he could remember and continues to live in them to this day. No one knows what happened to them, or why Knuckles is the only one left and neither does he. He may not have memories of his clan and has had to fend for himself from a young but that doesn’t matter to him. He strives to keep up the honourable duty that his ancestors did before him. Knuckles uses an ancient form of nature/earth magic that is very difficult to replicate, very very few mages can accomplish ancient forms of magic. His familiar is a dragon, which matches his rare and powerful magic.

Shadow Ranchor - A mysterious and almost unsettling hedgehog whose origins are unknown to many; even his own memories of his past are foggy. What he does remember was his dearest friend, Maria Ranchor. Whom she and Shadow were watched over by her grandfather. who had found him and taken him back to their home but did not tell him anything else about his origins. Maria was a sickly girl and was frequently bedridden or had to have elixirs that only did so much at a time. Her grandfather tried desperately to find a cure for her disease but most of his attempts were unsuccessful. Unfortunately, they were attacked by a mysterious cult, Maria was killed trying to protect Shadow and her grandfather was taken away; never to be seen again. Shadow had fought these cult members the best he could but they subdued him... and that’s the last of what he can remember. He had awoken from this slumber-like stasis, the emotional wounds still fresh and rage still fueling but only to discover 50+ years had passed now... He shows great talent in one of the more notorious branches of magic, blood magic. He not only can control his own blood, such as stopping himself from bleeding, shaping it and manipulating or using it in blood rituals. He can also manipulate other people's blood which can be... very bad. He, later on, discovers that he is an artificial being made by the same cult that attacked Maria and her grandfather. He doesn’t know their connection to the cult but he vows he will discover his past if it’s the last thing he does. His familiar is a surprising one to some, A dove. It originally was Maria’s but he has taken it as his own, a true sign of devotion and love to her.

Rouge Éblouissante- An alluring and beautiful bat mage who seems to have an obsession of all sorts of gemstones and jewels... but for good reason! Her magic, gemstone magic, stems around the very use of crystals and jewels. She’s able to use many of them to grant her all sorts of enhancements and perform particular spells and even use them to make gorgeous charms for her liking. Not many people know of her past, she loves to tease that she’s full of mystery and can’t give it all away. She runs a cabaret that is a very popular hot spot, the home she lives in is above the building. Her familiar is a peacock.

Silver Occasio - Despite barely being a mage yet and still learning, the teenaged hedgehog holds a massive amount of power for someone his age. Silver's talents lie with time/divination magic, being able to control time such as slow it down, and speed it up (he has yet to discover if he can even alter the past..). He can also see the future and look into the past to some degree, although both of these can be very... upsetting for him, he's seen things that he'd rather not have. These powers have given him some amount of stress but he has tried his best to control and come to terms with them. Despite the heavy duty of these powers, Silver tries his best to be an optimistic and cheery little dork. Currently, he’s being tutored by the finest mages in the Sol kingdom, some would call him lucky but the mages don’t really help with the pressure. Thankfully he has found support and comfort in his best friend, the Princess herself. His familiar is an owl.

Blaze Emberlot- The teenaged princess of the Sol Kingdom, her bloodline has ruled over the kingdom for many decades; many members of her family tree bare great and powerful magic. Blaze is naturally talented with the powerful magic that is fire/heat magic. This of course has left her kingdom... greatly concerned. As a child, she struggled to control it and many children even feared her for it. For many years she has been monitored by her kingdom and trained under the very best mages, it’s more been keeping an eye on her and making sure she doesn’t destroy the whole kingdom though... Despite the destructive power of her magic, she performs it with such grace and elegance and always keeps a cool, calm exterior; hiding the burning passion inside. This has settled a lot of her kingdom's concerns for her, but it has not settled her own inner anxiety. Her familiar is a lion, suiting the tradition of her family line having big cat creatures as their companions.

Cream Maplewood- A sweet little girl who has just started her learning of magic, yet at a young age she already shows exceptional talent with beast/animal-based magic. Being gifted with the ability to not only communicate with all sorts of creatures but even pacify them. She can’t do much else at this moment, but with how much she’s achieved so far; she’s sure to be a powerful mage. Her familiar shows great promise with how rare it is, a unicorn. It is not her only companion however, Cream seems to attract a large number of creatures called Chao; one who she has gotten very close with and called Cheese.

Vanilla Maplewood- The gentle and nurturing mother of Cream, she owns a inn/bakery where she excels in her quite unusual magic specialty. Culinary magic. Not only does her food actually manage to heal your wounds and injuries if needed, can improve your mood, improve your health and lift sickness and many other properties depending on whatever she bakes and cooks. She even learnt how to cook a large amount with only a small amount of rations, saving her money and wasting very little. Her bakery is very successful and popular and she is known as one of the best culinary magic users. Her familiar is a deer.

Big Immanis- A laidback gentle giant that has quite a shroud of mystery on him. Very few know much about him except the obvious, that he’s a quiet fisherman that prefers a life of serenity and simply doesn’t talk much about himself unless it’s about his love of fish. Many assume things about him as they haven’t seen him be anything but as a fisherman but little do they know that he is very powerful both with his immense strength and size and his mastery of water magic, even being able to manipulate ice itself which is not an easy feat to achieve for those who attempt water magic. It wouldn’t be a good idea to get on his bad side, but thankfully he’s so easygoing he’d barely ever want to hurt anyone unless given a good reason to. Who knows what else has happened in his life... His familiar is a frog and has been by his side for as long as he can remember and his best friend nicknames him Froggy.

Vector Marblemaw- a large loudmouthed crocodile with a heart of gold. His magic is quite unique and considered odd but very fitting for Vector. His specialty lies in incantation/vocal magic, which surrounds his voice/vocalisations in order for his magic to work. Ranging from powerful attacks to gentle healing spells, as long as he has his voice, his magic is strong. So he indeed lives by the phrase loud and proud. He runs a Watchmen service which mostly aids in public safety, crime prevention, crime detection, and recovery of stolen goods; whether enchanted or not. Although it can be hard for them to find work, they’re definitely good at what they do. His familiar is a whale, a powerful yet gentle creature that is known to sing and vocalise just as he does. He used to be embarrassed by this familiar when he was younger but not anymore.

Espio Omagatoki- a calm and collected mage who has a surprising talent in a branch of darker magic, shadow magic. While his magic has frightened and unnerved many but he does his best to teach people that the darker magics don't necessarily mean they're evil from the start. He knows he’s not a bad person and his magic shouldn’t dictate that, and so far he's been successful in changing some people's minds. He works with his close friend, Vector in his Watchmen service, using his magic to assist them in their work; he especially strives well in stealth-related missions. His familiar is a praying mantis, and yes he knows the irony of it you don’t need to mention it he’s heard it way too many times.

Charmy Marblemaw- A young, energetic and hyperactive bee that Vector had adopted and taken under his wing. Despite being a bit easily distracted and even... annoying to some, he is still a good kid and still tries hard to learn about his magic, even if it’s at his own pace. He has recently learnt he has a knack for light magic and while only being able to do flashy performances with it, he'll slowly but surely learn how bendable this branch of magic is. His familiar is/will be a hummingbird. If he gets it now, all he'll be able to do with it, for now, is just talk to the familiar and maybe fly around with it on his staff which he finds kinda boring unless he feels too lazy to fly himself. That’s a rule with children and familiars, the only rare exception is that magic can be used through the familiars while on their staffs.

Mighty Armoure- a kindhearted but strong armadillo man, his durability and strength is something to behold but yet he’s full of surprises, not even with his pacifistic nature but his magical specialty, his talents lie in bard/music magic. While considered unusual or even a more comical branch of magic, Mighty truly shows just how powerful it can be if used correctly. From the strums of his bass guitar to his powerful voice, he wows people with just how well he uses this magic. Of course, he prefers using it outside of fighting, best believe he will and not even have to use his strength… probably a good idea if you didn’t anyway. He’s usually a traveller and goes from place to place but always comes back home to visit and make sure his siblings are doing well as they study. He and Matilda didn’t have a good homelife originally but they’ve moved on from that now and don’t speak of it. His familiar is a bear, and just like Mighty, it's fiercely protective and it’s not smart to get on its bad side.

Matilda Armoure- The younger and much more snarky and witty sister of Mighty. While she has jokingly said she studies the dark arts, this is simply her just messing with people. Her magic specialises around art magic/animation, having the power to bring things to life, but excelling at things that come from her own creation, mostly through drawing and sculptures, but she can still bring to life any inanimate object that has a solid form (So don’t go asking her to just bring a random slap of stone to life it won’t work). Luckily for her, if she so needs it, she has quite a vivid and interesting imagination so if she needs to protect herself, she has a full sketchbook of things that can protect her. Her familiar is a fox and loves to jokingly mess with people just as she does, not even Matilda is safe from suddenly loud strange sounds from the creature.

Ray Fellowes- a jumpy and skittish young flying squirrel boy. He’s a close companion of Mighty, almost an unofficially adopted little brother to him. Despite his nervousness, is deeply loyal and a clever young mage. He's discovered his talents lie within healing magic. While not having much confidence in his abilities just yet, he's still learning and willing to make himself stronger. In the meantime, he's happy to still at least have magic that can help others. He’s also aware his branch of magic can have a dark side to it, where it can inflict injury and illness instead of taking it away but he’s smart enough to be cautious of that side of it. His familiar is a mouse that tends to hide in his sleeves if it’s not on his staff, not out of shyness, but simply out of comfort.

Nack ‘Fang’ Bizirik-  A scrappy hybrid criminal that has had a rough go of life. Nack didn't have the nicest beginnings, he was discarded by his birth parents and given to a cult (this cult stemming from the one that created Shadow). This cult experimented with spells and curses and used orphan children as their test subjects; Nack was one of these subjects. He wasn’t at an age to know that a curse was put on him that stunted all of his magic and only when the curse was broken would be able to use his natural magic again. He was soon tracked down by his uncle (after finding out what his trashy parents did) and to avoid any trouble by the mage, simply gave the child back to him to raise himself, his uncle raised him the best he could and was a supportive figure for him. Unfortunately, it wasn't easy to raise the young hybrid and after continuing to grow older and still lacking any magic ability, he ran away from home; angry and bitter at the world. He became a thief and stole many-an-item. He used many of these stolen enchanted items and charms to make up for his lack of magic. He soon met Bark and Bean not long after and grew close to them, even becoming something of a family with them over time. When he found out about his curse it was... not fun to say the least, but it was discovered his talents circles around shapeshifting magic when it was broken. Fun times! His familiar is a beetle, who he found discarded in trash not long after running away, it was Nack's only friend for the longest time.

Bartek 'Bark' Nor'easter- A mute, physically imposing and powerful polar bear mage. He comes from a pure-blooded, wealthy and high-class family of mages, the Nor’easter family. They had high expectations put on him the moment he was born. He was expected to have natural-born skills with mind magic, which involves telekinesis, telepathy and many more, and he did. This is what his parents expected him to study and nothing else, whether he liked it or not. Bark was made to be a certain way and act and do as his parents wanted, when he didn't; they were not afraid to use their mind control on him to have him be as obedient and ‘perfect’ as possible. This abuse gave Bark the determination and spite to become stronger than they ever could be with this magic. lived up to that self-made promise, he's by far one of the strongest mages when it comes to Mind Magic, almost becoming feared for how powerful and adept he is at using it. Most telepath users only being able to talk to one or a few handfuls of people at a time, Bark can use his to speak to massive crowds at once... albeit his power can extremely overwhelming and it's wise not to have him lose his composure else it'd be by far the worst meltdown for everyone else... He left his home quickly after he was finished with his studies and hasn’t spoken to his parents since and still tries to rid himself of their reputation. His connections with a criminal (Nack) and a troubled child (Bean) that he has taken under his wing definitely don’t help with his image but he’s trying to live his life in the way he wants for once and still trying to heal from his parent's treatment. His familiar is an Elk, he got his familiar much later than most magic users as his family didn't let him have one in case it served as a distraction, and man does he feel like he missed out.

Bean Nor'easter- a troubled young mage that was adopted by Bark after he found him and took him under his wing. He is a talented potion-master, and while it's easy for most magic users to accomplish creating potions with a bare amount of magic. His skill is on a level that requires use of spells to give it that extra... spice. And his creative thinking definitely helps with this. Unfortunately, he was mentally unstable and no one knew why or didn't care to find out. Only seeing this boy as a danger and thinking he needed to be dealt with. Bark would discover not long after befriending him that a curse was placed on the boy when he was young. Bean didn’t remember how he got it but it was the cause of his mental instability, it’s a fairly common and weak curse. Thankfully with Bark's support and doses of elixir, he’s improved greatly and had a smooth road to recovery. He continues to improve with his magic and hopes to become a powerful potion master. His familiar is a Pheonix, which is a very rare creature to acquire as a familiar, he found it after hearing a nearby explosion in the forest he lives near and they took a liking to each other. Explosion-prone buddies!

Scourge Abscond-  An arrogant and reckless hedgehog that bares quite a resemblance to Sonic... as he should, as they are actually cousins! They used to be close growing up, but unfortunately, they weren’t given the same attention. Scourge was not as lucky as Sonic when it came to receiving positive attention. Poor Scourge has always felt stuck in his cousin's shadow, never seemingly being able to live up to the ‘better’ child. Envy and bitterness grew in him and they drifted apart. During their teenage years, Scourge finally ran off and has become a known criminal since. His specialty lies in teleportation/portal magic, which definitely comes in handy when you choose to do crime for a living. Sonic has many attempts to reach out and reform his cousin but... it’s yet to go well. His familiar is a hyena, and for a long time has been his only friend that he can rely on.

Jet Skyborne- A brash and cocky hawk teenager whos very interested in flight-related sports and has shown to have great skill and talent in them, he, unfortunately, isn’t at the top yet. Despite his arrogant and prideful attitude, he uses it to mask his insecurity and jealousy. Especially towards Sonic, who Jet claims that he’s a rival to him and vice-versa(Sonic definitely doesn’t see him as such and more of an annoying teenager who constantly wants to challenge him-). One of the biggest reasons for his insecurity is the kind of magic that he seems to be talented at, weather magic. He badly wishes he could have something better, and even tries to fight it by trying to learn different magics and cast them but no matter how hard he tries to fight it, weather magic is his specialty and he can't get away from it. He sometimes struggles to control it and it ties to his emotions in the worst ways so when he gets at his worst... it’s not a fun experience. It even resulted in injuring his older cousin, another reason why he hates his magic. His familiar is an eagle, he loves to fly with it and it’s the one thing he’s truly proud to have.

Wave Skyborne- an ambitious and self-confident swallow woman, ever since she was but a teenager she’s always had a mindset and interest in business endeavours and while it did take some plotting, she eventually managed to get a good business flowing with her natural talent as an alchemist. She’s very skilled in the art and science of alchemy but that doesn’t mean she has her competitors, she has a slight rivalry with the young prodigy Tails. She belittles him and calls him an amateur but will never admit that she’s quite impressed with how skilled he is, even at his age she wasn’t nearly as good. While she can say things to her brother and cousin that might get them at each other's throats, especially Storm, she truly does care for them... she doesn’t know how to show it. She hopes that if her business is successful enough she can provide not just her but her brother and cousin with all the riches and wealth for them to be able live happily; she’ll never stop trying to achieve her goal. Her familiar is a wasp, while very aggressive to most people, it’s very close to Wave and loves to stick by her at all times, and if not, it’s found taking naps on her head or in her toolbox.

Storm Skyborne- A large, loyal albatross man, he may not be the brightest bulb but he really does mean well and tries his hardest. The magic that he specialises in is quite unexpected for someone like him, his powers specialise in emotion/empathetic magic. He doesn’t really know how to feel about him having this kind of magic himself, he never has. It’s not bad magic to have but he just hasn’t figured everything out about it. Unfortunately magic for him lately has been even more difficult and hard for him to control following an... incident he had that left him injured and both mentally and physically scarred. Since that day, casting magic in general and even some physical activity has been difficult to accomplish, at worst his magic can unleash in uncontrollable spurts and considering the type of magic he’s naturally talented in... it’s pretty bad for everyone around him. It’s often easy to tell when he’s not in a good mood or having a bad day, as it just affects everyone around him. Because of his misfortune with magic, he’s begun to avoid being out in public for too long as some folks had even considered him a bad omen... Since then he’s just tried to focus on using his physical strength over magic as much as he could; even if it doesn’t get him too far. His familiar is a shark, who is actually quite a sweetheart and very affectionate, especially to Storm.

Zero Edevane AKA Infinite- A dark and brooding jackal man whose life has gone down a dark path. He was the eldest of his siblings and without parents, he took it upon himself to be the responsible one and look after their family. His speciality revolved around illusion magic, although he would face belittlement from some folks, as some see Illusion magic as a weaker branch of magic. Unfortunately, tragedy struck his family, his siblings had died and he was the lone survivor of the family. This filled him with sadness and rage, seeking revenge on the ones that destroyed his life and took his family away from him. A got his hands on a very powerful but cursed artefact and decided he was going to use it to get his revenge. And it did grant him lots of power and grant him the ability to wield the very rare and unstable magic of chaos magic. He went on a rampage and his mind was corrupted by the power of the artefact. Zero was eventually defeated and thought to be destroyed along with the artefact, well only one of those things is true. He survived the encounter but the artefact was tethered from him, despite being destroyed a part of it remains to him and will be for the rest of his life. He’s currently in hiding and stuck in a horrible state of depression, a part of him even wondering if it would’ve been better if he wasn't here. His familiar is a moth, he recently found this one during his time hiding out and it’s the one companion he has during this time. It’s not his first familiar though, he had another one previously but he lost it, just as he lost his siblings.

Gadget Fortier- A clever and handy wolf man whose large, strong stature tends to surprise many. He was raised in a more rural town where mages are smaller in numbers. His parents run a repairing service that has them fixing all sorts of knick-knacks, Gadget took after them and has always enjoyed tinkering. Much to everyone's surprise, it turned out he had the ability to cast magic. He had a fitting talent for restoration/repair magic, being able to restore any sort of object to a brand new state; even if the damage was immense or pieces were missing. He still does enjoy the fix things the old-fashioned ways, however, out of habit and for enjoyment. His familiar is a bee, it loves to play around with a lot of the spare parts Gadget has lying around.

Shade Nocturne- A serious and rather eerie echidna woman who was raised in a large cult-like society that’s hidden from the world, as Cults are heavily outlawed. She was raised to learn the dark arts and has a talent for them, being knowledgeable about all the branches and especially being gifted at curse magic. Her cult leader, Ix, raised her almost like his own (as he had disposed of her own parents for getting in his way), moulding and shaping her into his finest apprentice and second-in-command. Shade always believed he was doing the best for her, even if it was sometimes.. questionable; little does she know that his need for control and power go to the point of putting a curse on her too. To make sure the risk of her becoming more powerful than him could be prevented. She was always curious about the world outside of her cult and wanted to learn more but Ix, being as controlling as he was, forbade any contact outside their society. She did sneak out behind her leader's back to discover more of the outside world and was careful in her endeavours and would eventually meet a few people that she would call her friends. The more time she spent away from the cult, the more she began to painfully realise that the cult she had been born into was... bad. All of Ix’s ideals were wrong, even discovering she herself had been cursed by him. It hurt to realise this but the truth and logic couldn’t be denied. Soon after this revelation, Ix was ready to destroy her and many of her new allies attempting to stop his dark plans. She found herself having no other option but to destroy the one father figure she had in her life, once breaking the curse he put on her she did so. She knew it was for the best to do but... it still hurts. All of it hurts. Since then shes’ still reluctant to use her power but one day hopes that maybe she can change the way people see her, her magic doesn't make her a vile, wicked person... right? Her familiar is a raven and had been a close companion of hers for a long time, albeit secretly as Ix would’ve destroyed her familiar if he ever found out about it.

Tikal Guardia- Legend has it, that long ago lived a young but powerful mage that came from the mysterious Guardia Clan, a girl named Tikal. Tikal’s spells were the stuff of legend, her skills specialising in Summoning/Conjuration magic. Being able to bring forth any creature or entity or if able to, even a person as she so pleased... and if necessary she could even banish them. Where? Who knows. A pocket dimension. Another world. A void of sorts. No one knew except her. According to legend, she has a mystical connection with a powerful deity that she could summon at will, this deity is simply known as Chaos. Because of this connection, she had a strange bond with the chaos and loved them ever so dearly and protected them the most. A true pacifist by nature, she made it her duty to protect the innocent and righteous and stop evil in its path; even if it meant turning on some of her own blood. Unfortunately, at one point she was forced to, her father and the leader of the Guardia Clan became power hungry and were planning attacks and the only thing she could do was summon Chaos to stop them. It was a devastating amount of destruction but it had to have been done as much as it pained her. No one knows if she still lingers today, whether as a spirit that hasn’t quite vanished or is somehow still secretly alive but hidden away. Her familiar was/is a manatee.

Marine Marlowe- An adventurous racoon girl that descends from Tanuki bloodlines. She currently travels across the sea while she continues her magical studies, it’s very rare for her to be in one spot for long but she always returns to the same spots where her friends reside. She’s very recently found her talents lie in rune magic, and while she hasn't learnt everything yet and is nowhere near being a master. She has the determination to learn as much as she can, what she’s learnt so far has definitely aided her on her oceanic adventures. She’s close friends with princess Blaze and frequently visits her and has a home in the Sol Kingdom.  Her familiar is an otter who’s as playful and mischievous as her.

Honey Chirimin- A bubbly young cat woman who’s a big fashionista. She’s had an interest in clothes and fashion for as long as she can remember; always loving to experiment with her clothes and dress up in all sorts of outfits! This seems to fit with her family’s history of tailoring businesses. Her magic specialises in creation magic, specifically in clothes and fashion. She can create and enchant all types of clothing items she creates for customers and folks. It’s a complicated process that took some time for her to perfect but her unique fashion line has made her famous despite her young age. She continues to come up with new ideas and outfits and will never stop! Her familiar is a spider that gives her quite a lot of inspiration.

Tiara Bobowski- a spunky young manx cat woman who has been Honey’s best and closest friend since they were young kittens. She has stuck by Honey’s side through all her endeavours and will continue to do so, serving as her assistant and helping her with whatever she needs, but her favourite thing to do is to be her photographer. Tiara tends to prefer her own company (with Honey as the exception) and explore herself and play around with hobbies, interests and even magic. Recently she’s discovered that she has a knack for inscription magic due to all this experimenting. Her familiar is an antelope who she loves to catch in action shots on her camera as it’s always on the move if not on her staff. 

#magic au #mage au #sonic au #sonic the hedgehog #sth #au #alternate universe #long post #infortmation #sonic cast #sonic characters #text #miles tails prower #amy rose #knuckles the echidna #shadow the hedgehog #rouge the bat #silver the hedgehog #blaze the cat #cream the rabbit #vanilla the rabbit #big the cat #vector the crocodile #espio the chameleon #charmy bee #charmy the bee #mighty the armadillo #matilda the armadillo #ray the flying squirrel #fang the sniper

[aphelea]

serenade (tierden)

@gay-otlc @aroace-dadwinstan

Summary: Tiergan attempts to hide from a ball. Alden Vacker, son of the host and Tiergan's classmate, finds him instead.

(Basically: Tierden angst ft. Quinlin)

“May I have this dance?”

Alden’s face was shrouded in shadows, his eyes illuminated only by the balefire lamp hanging overhead. He had to shout to be heard over the din of the crowded reception hall—the very crowd Tiergan had been attempting to avoid. 

“You may not,” Tiergan answered, stepping aside to allow Alden to pass through the hall and into the moonlit grounds. He cursed himself for keeping such a lackluster hiding place. Of course, it was only a matter of time before someone from the ball caught up to him. He was lucky it was only the Vacker heir – a boy he knew far too well for his own liking – and not, perhaps, either of their fathers or another nobleman appearing to scold him for his disappearance. “And you may go.”

Alden remained where he stood. He offered Tiergan an arm with a familiar, impish smile, and said, “I would not be a gentleman if I left you here to drown in your sorrows.”

“I wasn’t aware you were ever a gentleman, Alden,” Tiergan responded, batting away his outstretched arm. “And I’m certainly not drowning in my sorrows.”

Alden shrugged. “If that’s what you choose to believe.”

“I’m not—oh, forget it.” Tiergan rose to his feet, his full height towering over Alden. Alden did not seem in the least bit fazed; instead, he looked up into Tiergan’s eyes with an amused expression and stepped forward. 

“Is this your agreement?” Alden asked, and Tiergan sighed. 

“I refuse to return to that stuffy room you call a reception hall,” he replied, well aware that he wasn’t quite answering Alden’s question. 

Sometimes, it was better to keep boys like him on their toes. 

Alden smiled and swept a stray hair from Tiergan’s forehead, his fingers ever so lightly brushing against skin. “And I will not make you do so,” he promised. “I confess I was running away from that wretched hall, myself.” He stepped forward, taking Tiergan’s hands in his own, and spoke softly, “Dance with me here, Tiergan.”

Tiergan’s breath caught in his throat. “There’s no music,” he protested lightly, unable to bring himself to move his hand. He wanted to bottle the feeling rising in his chest now and bathe in it every night like some spell of protection; wanted to drink in the sight of the boy in front of him instead of Youth each morning like it would save him and make him who he was. There was nothing and there was Alden, and there was danger in the hall mere minutes away but he did not mind. He protested only for consistency’s sake, but really it was meaningless. 

“And?” Alden asked, placing his other hand on Tiergan’s shoulder. “That’s hardly necessary.”

“No,” Tiergan echoed. “I suppose not.” Instinctively, he placed his free hand on Alden’s waist, as he had done so many times during his lessons as a child. He’d dealt with those mind-numbing lessons, then, by imagining somebody else in his arms in place of his tutors, somebody who would look up at him with the same expression Alden offers him now. 

“You’re sure that your mother isn’t coming this way?” Tiergan asked as Alden stepped closer, so close that his breath was cool on Tiergan’s cheek. 

“I’m certain,” Alden replied as they began to sway to an imaginary rhythm. “My parents are occupied with their responsibilities as hosts.” 

Tiergan raised an eyebrow. “And shouldn’t you be doing the same?” 

Alden’s teal eyes glinted with amusement. “I’m occupied with making sure our guests are feeling satisfied.” He grinned, and Tiergan’s heart skipped a beat. “Well. Only one guest, of course.” 

“Oh?” Tiergan asked, pulling Alden in closer. “I certainly hope you don’t mean me.”

Alden laughed, a sound beautiful enough to replace any need for music. “Well, I’d hate to be keeping another special guest waiting.”

“You think I’m special?” Tiergan replied, feigning confusion. He was well used to Alden’s attempts at flattery. He was usually loath to let them affect him this much, but it was late, and as such it was impossible to hide the heat rising to his cheeks at Alden’s proximity. 

Tiergan recalled the first time he’d seen Alden deliberately try to flirt with him – one day, during a particularly tumultuous shared Telepathy session (as they’d always walked the fine line between being at each other’s throats and at each other’s lips), their mentor had exited the room in a huff while Alden and Tiergan argued for the fourth time that day. It had taken them a few moments to realize their position, at the time – Tiergan, in his irritation, had pushed his way into Alden’s space, and Alden had simply smirked as he did now. 

That was the first time they kissed. It was unfortunately not the last. 

And yet, they still walked the fine line. 

It was obvious by the way that Alden dropped his arms and scrambled backwards the moment the sound of footsteps echoed on the steps behind them, how his almost affectionate expression towards Tiergan melted away into that of disgust as another figure emerged from the shadows, glancing between the two of them with confusion. 

“Your mother is looking for you,” Quinlin Sonden said, crossing his arms and eyeing them both with suspicion. “I’ve had to bear the brunt of her interrogation for the past ten minutes.”

Alden ran a hand through his hair. “Oh. My apologies.”

“It’s alright.” Quinlin’s eyes finally landed on Tiergan, who was attempting to hide in the shadows. “What exactly were you doing out here? Was he giving you trouble, Alden?”

Tiergan scoffed. “I only give him what he deserves.”

Quinlin rolled his eyes. “You aren’t as clever as you think. Perhaps if you spent less of your time being angry about everything–”

“–I’m not angry about everything!” Tiergan cut in, angrily. 

Alden rolled his eyes and stalked away, not bothering to cast Tiergan a second glance. “Leave him, Quinlin.”

Quinlin waited until Alden had rounded the corner, and then grabbed Tiergan’s wrist tightly. “Watch yourself,” Quinlin hissed, gaze harsh. “I won’t have you infecting him with your ridiculous ideas. Alden is a Vacker, and a damn good one at that. You can never have him.”

Tiergan stared at him for a long, hard moment. Finally, he replied, “Neither can you, Quinlin.” 

Quinlin sucked in a breath and released his suffocating grip on Tiergan’s arm. “I’ve long accepted that who I am is not who I need to be. I’ve learnt to keep my mouth shut. I think it’s high time you do the same.”

“Over my dead fucking body.” Tiergan replied, holding Quinlin’s gaze with a steely resolve. 

Quinlin sighed. “Then so be it.”

Tiergan turned away. “So be it.” 

Quinlin moved to walk away, then paused. “You cannot change him, Tiergan,” he said, sorrow evident in his eyes. “Alden sees you as a phase of teenage rebellion, nothing more. There is a reason you two were unable to become Cognates.”

“I’m well aware,” Tiergan said through gritted teeth. “And what makes you think I don’t see him as the same?” 

Quinlin’s lips curled into a mournful frown, but he said nothing as he walked away. 

And soon, Tiergan was left alone beneath the balefire lamps, with nothing but his own tumultuous thoughts and a memory of a man he couldn’t be sure if he hated or loved. 

Quinlin was right. Tiergan did not have the strength to change the deep rooted beliefs Alden held about the workings of the elven world. Alden refused to look beyond its glimmering facade, into the lying eyes of each and every Councillor. 

But Tiergan was certain that he couldn’t be the only one with his views on the world. He simply had to venture out and find the others. 

And maybe, if he was lucky, find someone he could truly rely on.

#august's writing! #tierden #kotlc #well. it's certainly. a fic #hmm

[creepypastalover97]

Ok, time for another creepypasta au headcannon

Today’s headcannon is going to be about Circe’s #1 BF

Will grossman

Just to clarify. I know in canon will has not killed a single person in his life. He just gets lucky, like all his kills are just freak accidents.

Now on with the headcannon .

. Will is a honest to god himbo. I’m not going to beat around the bush here: Will Grossman is a fucking idiot. He doesn’t have book or street smarts, He had to be told, at age 25 mind you, that Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny aren’t real. This is how bad it is:

“ guess who has was also born on December 25, like I was?!” -Circe

“ Jesus?” - will grossman

“ no you idiot, I’m talking about laughing jack”- Circe

“ LAUGHING JACK IS JESUS!!!!!!” - will grossman

. He does not understand sarcasm

. Cannot spell for shit and has the worst handwriting you’ve ever seen in your life

. Circe and Laughing Jack are literally Will’s only friends. Every single other resident of the Under Realm hates him. Nina the Killer gets more respect than him. The only time anyone besides LJ or Circe hangs out with him is if they want something from him or they want to screw with him.

. Will desperately wants people to like and respect him. He’s super lonely and desperate for the approval of others. He wants to be an infamous serial killer because he thinks people will finally give him respect.

. He has autism

. He likes to act like he’s a big shot and supper confident. But is actually HORRENDOUSLY insecure

(( especially around other big killers it makes him feel small and worthless))

. BIG HORROR MOVIE FAN! (( his favorite has to be “ House Of 1000 Corpses” and “ SAW “ )) he also likes videogames, watching/criticizing the serial killers from the documentaries he watches, plays with Chuper and hang out with his best friends LJ and Circe.

. He's expressive and easy to read, he does try to tone down his emotions when he gets sad or angry since getting overly emotional isn't good, but neither is bottling it all up.

. His mask isn’t the same one as Isaac’s, it’s just a replica. But Will wants everyone to believe it’s the same mask because “this creepy mask’s been in my family for generations” sounds cooler than “i paid someone 1500 $ to make a creepy mask for me”.

. He knows LJ came in a box, that he used to be colorful, that he was made for someone and that he's claustrophobic because he spent a long time trapped in his box, but he doesn't know all the details to know how far back LJ's connection to his family is.

. Will and LJ have been friends since Will arrived in the UnderRealm . LJ knew right away who Will's Grandpa was, and at first held a deep grudge. That was, until he realized how clueless Will actually was. LJ now protects Will with an iron grip. Which, props to LJ for becoming a mom, I guess. William however can barely survive on his own. It's a good thing Pasta's still need to eat or else William wouldn't even have a job.

. That's right, Will goes to The institution by day, and works KFC ( Kentucky fried children) at night. ^^ tired boi he is.

. Alchoholism runs in the family, he goes out drinking with LJ at times, but hasn't reached the point where he feels he needs to drink.

. He's a dog person, which is why he has Chuper. He's fully aware Chuper isn't a dog and just looks dog-like, will still baby him like any regular human would baby their dog.

. he has a folder filled to the brim with pictures of his favorite serial killers and their victims body’s.

. his favorite food consists of Fast food and junk food

. no way shape or form was Will ever abused, neglected, mistreated or bullied growing up! He lived an incredibly average life- his parents raised him in a middle class suburban neighborhood, they never argued or fought. ( Will and Circe actually bonded over the fact of their backgrounds were similar, well besides Circe always was a killer) Thus what he ended up doing in the future came to everyone as a complete shock and horror. Motives? He doesn’t have one- quite frankly he doesn’t believe in them- he just woke up one day and decided he wanted to be a serial killer.

. He listens to nothing but shitty nu-metal and pop punk songs from the 2000′s. Will unironically thinks “How Could This Happen To Me” by Simple Plan is one of the greatest songs in the entire history of music.

. To kill he prefers heavy blunt instruments, like sledgehammers or metal baseball bats, maybe even a cast iron frying pan in a pinch.

. He’s pretty messy about the killing honestly, so he always needs to add in time to clean and double check that he hasn’t lost any of his own blood. To make things easier he always wears a hairnet under his snapback.

. Absolutely BLASTS eastly 2000’s pop punk music through his headphones while disposing of the body and might even bust some moves.

. Enjoys gambling but has shit luck and no strategy for card games.

. Similar to this he is absolutely terrible with money, he always spends way too much and borrows other peoples money and then doesn’t return it.

. Basically lives off sports drinks, he likes light blue and red the best.

. He can’t keep a plant alive for longer than a few weeks, he always forgets to water them, and on the off chance he does remember he overwaters by a mile.

. Has a few scars on his hands from learning how to twirl a butterfly knife. He’s actually pretty good at it now though.

. His favourite colour is forest green. Closely followed by pastel pink. Definitely has both pink and traditional green camo pants.

. He drives really fast and changes lanes aggressively. He’s one of those people who laughs while passing a semi-truck WAY too close.

. Winks at people all the time, even like old men. It’s a little weird some times.

. Has both ears pierced once, one nipple, his tongue, and his frenum (dick) pierced.

. Will sometimes is just absolutely baby brained/lh, he will sometimes just wanna touch things he shouldn't

. is British and Celtic.( he was so stoked when he found out Circe was part British. He would have never guessed due to her looks and lack of a British accent.)

. He tries to impress his crushes by attempting skateboard tricks he can’t actually do. It has never worked for him, but he has absolutely not learned his lesson. And probably never will.

. Is a collage drop out. ( he felt normal school was never his thing. So he made a few pipe booms and set them off at his college campus, taking the life of 107 people.)

. Is the great, great grandson of the London ripper ( aka issac grossman) you bet he was over the moon when he found out his great great grandfather was a serial killer.

. Forgetful af. If he forgets something about you dont take it personally. Hes just a very forgetful person.

. He feels that Lj and Circe are the only ones he can trust.

. Actually does take showers.

. He wears eyeshadow and paints his nails

. A strawberry blonde with light blue eyes.

. Roommate with LJ, they're pretty much bros

. currently questioning his sexuality, he struggles with it a lot.

“so the man who tried to kill you! What did he look like?”- Laughing Jack

“He was so hot- it was crazy“ - will grossman

Frankie has tried to kill Will on several occasions

. Will is a massive fanboy of Jeff and begs him for an autograph every time he sees him.

. He doesn't exactly hate Frankie, but he's not too fond of him either, he's an asshole. He'd still help him out if the guy needed any help, he's not heartless (tbh, Frankie would do the same for Will n LJ but won't admit it shhhhh).

. hes insecure on how well he does co paired to others in the institution. Like he thinks hes not good enough to be there or something. ( good thing Circe there for him during school hours to cheer him up. Since they are also a student there)

. Pretty damn good at fighting. Despite being pretty thin and not particularly strong, he’s very fast and agile. However, if he gets too close to an opponent and they manage to overpower him then he is fucked.

. Kind of naïve to how the underrealm works (Jack’s fault, not his), and as a result can be overly optimistic. Less about the creatures there, more about the people.

. Reserved. He mainly keeps to himself and tries to keep his head down. Whilst he’s pretty naïve about the underrealm, he does know that being a human there is risky.

. Bit of a pushover, he’s not really a fan of starting fights, mainly because he can’t be arsed, so he just kind of puts up with people.

. Will and Circe actually connect very well, and are BF’s despite their age difference

Will Grossman: 25

Circe r. Ackerman: 16

. Circe considers Will as a friend. Both of them often feel like outcasts amongst the others and as a result they kinda understand each other. Circe studied psychology in high school so she has a more advanced understanding of autism, which Will has, than the average person and as a result she much more accepting and compassionate towards Will's hyperfixations, sensory issues, self-stimulatory behaviour, etc. Will on the other hand is a very patient person and doesn't judge Circe for being overly blood-thirsty and having severe mood swings, which a lot of the pastas are cautious of. They like to jam out to music from the 2000’s and get fast food together.

. He sometimes misses his old life, as boring as it was, he misses his parents too and it's still a somewhat sensitive topic for him since he didn't get to say goodbye to them.

Overall will grossman is no doubt a dork. But he’s lj’s and Circe’s dork. So he’s in good hands/claws

P.s none of this is canon. So don’t take seriously if you don’t want to. so don’t hate, if you do. Take it somewhere else. Thank you. Bye 👋🏻

P.s.s. Go check out Circe’s origin story on archive of our own. It’s called rabbits are not what they seem.

#creepypasta world building #creepypasta headcanon #will grossman #creepypasta #creepypasta au