#with other people and they just go HUH WHAT never heard of that game tf u talking about

[sainamoonshine]

Me: I will introduce my boyfriend to the easiest board game I know, it has exactly three (3) rules!

My boyfriend: *completely fucking destroys me at every turn*

Me: this was a mistake 😀

#it’s a game that the internet describes as EASY! FOR CHILDREN!!! #but the kicker is that the easier it is the more complex the math some people will end up doing to like fucking strategize and shit #anyway I’ve had this game since I was a kid but had never played it with another living person lmao #I used to play both sides by myself #and also it’s one of the oldest game on earth and yet no one ever seems to have heard of it?????? #like literally you can play it with rocks and holes in the dirt! #so anyway I’m just glad now another person knows what it is so I stop looking like a fool when I wistfully share my memories #with other people and they just go HUH WHAT never heard of that game tf u talking about #it’s Mancala I’m talking about Mancala

[paintedteddy]

Masked Men Mayhem (Simon “Ghost” Riley and “Konig TF TG)

MDNI Because this story has:

- Swearing

- Mentioning of male and female private parts

- Moaning

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Samara went to the clothing rack where all the guests put their jackets.

19-year-old Samara Johnson was never a party girl herself, she is more of what people describe as a casual girl. When she’s not doing homework that is very-very-long-cuz-it’s-fucking-college bitch, she would be reading books, or play games like Stardew Valley, or Animal Crossing. Just your basic calm lifestyle.

Samara just joined the party because it’s her roommate’s cousin’s birthday and she decided to try some change in pace for once.

She looks around and sees the party guests playing Call of Duty.

“Hey, Sam!” Her roommate, Kailey calls out to Samara. Kailey Kurtis is the Ultimate Extrovert, going out to the latest party, always having a fun conversation in mind and overall a really fun person to be around.

“Oh uh, hey Kailey…I was just about to-“

“Sam, I need…”

“Leave.”

“Why?”

Sam felt embarrassed.

“Nevermind, what do you need?”

“Follow me”

You know…this might be interesting, Sam thought, I hope I’m right because if it’s not interesting, I’m just wasting my time.

“Open your eyes.”

Samara opens her eyes to see two masks.

One is a ski mask with a skull in which the eyes are supposed to go, six thin line are drawn under the skull while two thick lines are on the top of the skull piece.

The other looks like a blanket with two holes. Said two holes have a red triangle underneath them.

“Kailey, what are those?”

“Oh, these are masks that two of the characters from Call of Duty,” I thought we could wear them before we give him you leave.

Huh, Randy’s still getting presents. Sam thought.

Kailey hands her the skull mask.

“Okay Sam, three, two, one!!!”

The two put on the masks and both look in the mirror.

“Damn, this looks so cursed!”

“Heh, I know ri- ugh…”

Samara clutched her stomach. “God, it hurts…”

Samara didn’t know what to do, her abdomen was burning in immense pain.

Samara moved her right hand vertically. She begins feeling a…two…four…oh did she just.

Samara looked up and see Kailey been through the same change as Samara was.

“Oh, oh fucking god…” Kailey placed her confused hand on the bottom of her six pack and slowly made her way on to her D cup bosom, pain and pleasure began mixing up as she clutched her breast.

Kailey looks down and notices her tit. The fat on her chest began to stiffen to the point that her tits don’t feel like stress balls.

“Holy-“ Sam begins to feel a burning sensation on her chest. Her tits aren’t that big, size a. But then started to swell, going from A size to the pec size where it prominent beneath a shirt.

Samara placed a hand on her/his right leg, it just…feels so hot. Samara let out an erotic moan as she gave her a newfound man boobs a little squeeze.

Samara tried to take the mask off but it wouldn’t budge “Kailey, where did you get those masks from?”

“I-I can’t remember b-but they’re from the same store.” Kailey was probably too aroused to speak. Samara thought.

Samara looked at her arms to that they are now getting more thicker and muscular. Samara also feels her sleeves tighten to the point that they are just ripping.

Samara heard the sound of Kailey whimpering and looked up to see that Kailey had a little growth spurt, so little that her hello kitty shirt looks more like a tank top. Samara looks down to see Kailey’s now gorgeous abs now exposed to the bathroom light. Sam couldn’t help but blush over the sight of the six pack. Fortunately Sam thinks, Kailey was looking at the abs with lusty look in her eyes. “You look kinda…” Sam paused at the sound of her voice deepening a bit, but then finished her sentence. “Kinda hot.”

Kailey looked at Sam. The stare was both a mixture of lust, confusion, and nervousness,

Kailey groan as pain began surging through her thighs, the have become more thicker and harder but the most interesting part about this is the crotch. Kailey put her right hand on the area between her legs.

“Oh~ oh, fuck, fuck,”

“Kailey, everything is gonna be- oh my…fuck~”

Samaran covered her mouth with confusion, herhis hand went to her crotch Oh…oh god…Samaran’s mind was racing. God, this new pleasure is to much. She finally let go and finally analyzed what was going on the event she(?) and Kailey(?) put the masks on. She’s …she…he’s a man now.

Samaron’s hand goes up and touches her aching jaw. His jaw begins to feel more square and masculine.

As Samaron looked at Kailey, he (Kaileng) was caressing his new cock right in front of Samara. When Kailey looked at Samaon he stopped doing it as he saw Samara looking at him. Kaileng then, looks away from the confused Samaon. Shaking a little.

Samaon doesn’t care though, he was feeling a little dizzy.

“So that’s the skull boy you said could kill ya in a flash,”

“Don’t go near him”

“Already there, and I ain’t even dead, I mean just ust look at him, he’s wear the most skimpiest outfit God has ever seen,”

Skimpy? Skull boy? Where’s Kai…who’s Kai…nevermind. Samaon lift his head up and scanned the area, explosions, deaths, war…wasn’t he supposed to be used to it.

“What do you mean skimpy?” Samon looked up to see a soldier standing right in front of him while Samon was sitting. He looked around his area. His eyes darted to a gun. The next thing you know, he picks up the gun, points it at the man, and pulls the trigger.

Samon picks up the gun and runs to the nearest washroom.

The washroom reeks of grimy flesh and compost. It looks like the type of place you would see in you would see in a stereotypical haunted house horror film.

He ripped off his now-really-tight clothes. He looked in the mirror and saw a really hot man in a mask… shirtless right in front him.

He groaned in pain as scars formed on his body. Scars that were so familiar to him. from those time where he was tortured?

After the scar was fully formed, his eyes darted to the mirror, the sight of his hot body that had been formed when he began to put on the mask. The body in which he had for a few minutes after it fully formed started to feel…familiar to him.

His hand reaches to his right pec, it’s…bigger than he thought. The soldier gave it a squeeze…arousal surges through his new body. “Oooh~ Fucking hell~,” he moans under his breath. “My- my voice…,” it was really deep, and is it… British?

He took his other hand, placed it on his left pec, and give it a gentle squeeze, even if it’s gentle, that darn thing still worked a punch.

He kept masturbating, exploring his new body parts that he gained during his transformation. Moaning and groaning.

When the soldier finished, a military uniform started to strap on his new body.

New (and traumatizing) memories started to form. Samara Johnson is gone… all that remains is a Ghost.

A female voice called on his walkie talkie.

“Ghost?”

“Present Laswell.”

“Meet me, Price and Gaz at the helicopter,”

“Roger.”

#simon ghost riley #konig cod #tf #tg #ftm #OBSCURE TFS >>>>> #EAT IT UP SIMPS #I’M SO SORRY IF THIS IS BAD! IT’S MY 1ST TIME WRITING SPICY TFS

[sangonomyia]

gamer!scaramouche / reader

headcanons・includes cursing, league of legends terminology 💀

ੈ‧₊˚ you just thought scaramouche was one of those smart kids who hung out w those “harbinger” kids (or wtv they call their little squad…)

ੈ‧₊˚ scara seemed like a not speaking unless spoken to kind of person, but you quickly learned he was one to bite back easily — hence why a relationship between you never bloomed

ੈ‧₊˚ however, your friends childe and signora—two who hung out in scaramouche’s clique—invited you to a discord server to play league of legends with them and a bunch of other people. you knew a fair amount of how the game worked from your older sibling, so you said yes !! … Hehehehe …

“—motherfucker lost a fucking turret within the first three minutes of the game what a fucking dumbass how did you invite people to play with you yet manage waste all of our time bruh i don’t even have as much hours on this game as you do but i’m still better than you who do you even play with..who has the patience to play with you—“

ੈ‧₊˚ …above was what blasted in your earphones as soon as you joined the group call …

ੈ‧₊˚ ................. ( ･ᴗ･̥̥̥ )

ੈ‧₊˚ and now you have to worry about screwing up and being a potential losing factor. Oh How U Love Men Who Play League Haha..

ੈ‧₊˚ signora and dottore welcomed you despite the … white noise occuring in the background, and you patiently waited for their next game to end while listening to the apparent pro gamer’s scoldings to childe lol

“ok now that they’re in the game, what lanes are we taking guys”

“i’ll take top lane … signora take top too—“

“yeah don’t leave that mf alone ever—“ “bruh stfu already”

“alright, i can take mid.”

“yeah dottore can handle mid alone, so i’ll take bottom.”

“..but who’s y/n going with?”

“……..”

ੈ‧₊˚ you felt your palms sweating against the keyboard and mouse as you took bottom lane with scaramouche, who you had never talked to before—and who you had just witnessed reprimand childe brutally on his poor league skills

ੈ‧₊˚ if childe spent more than enough time on this game … how much more nagging were you—a person who only watched their sibling play—gonna get?!

ੈ‧₊˚ as childe and signora argued during the game with dottore acting as a “mediator”, not a single word peeped out from either you or scaramouche. only the sounds of spam clicking and scaramouche’s occasional huffs of frustration (towards you or the other team, you don’t know) were heard

ੈ‧₊˚ you felt your hands stiffen and sweat, your brain was racking up strategies, tips, and tricks that you could remember from the past gameplay you’d seen

ੈ‧₊˚ even with all the obnoxious chatter from your other teammates, it felt as if you were being assessed, every move you made being watched — from the way you used your main’s attacks disorderly to the way you just spam clicked to attack a turret !!!?!

ੈ‧₊˚ it was at this moment when you realized you never wanted to touch league again, interact with scaramouche, etc all due to the hawk’s eye you felt from him. it was enough to make your face feel like it was on fire—a casual player bottom lane-ing out with a berating, experienced player

“…” “mf signora doesn’t know where top lane is where tf are you—“

“…” “HUH i’ve literally been in the lane this whole time you just havent seen me because your dumbass keeps trying to travel through jungle ” “LMFAOOOOO”

“…”

“…”

ੈ‧₊˚at this point it felt like scaramouche’s silence was pricklier than his constant bashing. you didn’t know which one was worse, but—

“YOUR TEAM HAS DESTROYED A TURRET!”

“bruh isn’t this y/n’s second turret destroyed..!? scara what the hell are you doing, and why are they carrying you lol”

“shut the hell up, i’ve been killing the enemies while they destroy the turrets”

“lets gooo you and y/n are a better duo than you and childe that’s for sure”

“...yeah, why didn’t you mfs invite them to play with us before huh?” and with that, scaramouche let out a breathy laugh. it sounded proud and accomplished, a sound so contrasting from his berating towards childe. you felt your cheeks heat up, not because of your embarrassment this time but how wonderful it was to hear. your chest tightened for a moment at how that quiet, snappy kid seemed to put his guard down around you. you never needed validation from anyone, but receiving it from him was .. was .. was 😵‍💫!!?!?!?

ੈ‧₊˚ and scaramouche let out that laugh bc of … bc … bc of … of … you !!??!!?!?! YOU ?

ੈ‧₊˚ ever since then, you've been hopping on calls whenever you could with them. if you guys played league, it was an unspoken agreement that you and scara would play in the same lane. eventually, you found him dropping casual, subtle praises whenever you got some kills in or destroyed a turret. in return, you found yourself teasing the self proclaimed “god-sent clutch” more and more, finding out his weaknesses that sent him beyond flustered

ੈ‧₊˚ even when you weren’t playing at your best, scaramouche wouldn’t berate you for it like you think he would. he would reassure you (in his own way) with words like “mf it’s fine just get your ass back here” or “wow now the pressure lies on me to do your job of carrying us smh”

ੈ‧₊˚ your little gaming group soon ventured out into games other than league, like lighthearted farming games, sandbox survival games, or you’d all join a call to watch childe get the shit scared out of him when foxy came running through the hallways of five nights at freddy’s

ੈ‧₊˚ you and scaramouche started texting and calling privately when no one else was online to join the minecraft realm signora had paid for. it started out from little dms inquiring about what time the group would hop online, to conversations needing help with school homework, until you both started calling each other separately—where it was just you two enjoying whatever you guys were doing during those calls: destroying other teams in rounds of bedwars duos, doing homework together, or staying up until 4 am talking about things you were sure scaramouche wouldn’t let anyone else hear besides you

ੈ‧₊˚ it never occurred to you that gamers had their own way of showing affection … until scaramouche happened. you caught him doing little things in the group calls that made your heart explode, whether it was constantly killing you to hoard out reactions of you, letting you and only you into his minecraft base, only saying yes to playing roblox: royale high if you asked, so on and so forth

ੈ‧₊˚ you didn’t want to take these actions too seriously. after all, he was just a gamer boy, nothing else, and you were sure he’s done this with everyone else in the group—how else would he have gotten close to the people in your gaming group now besides teasing them too? plus, you weren’t really sure if romance was on the first thing on this boy’s mind. all he really had it going for him was his skill in gaming, top of the class grades, and you were sure he was going to follow his mom’s paths in careers regarding leadership

ੈ‧₊˚ it was only when dottore had come up to you after school to ask if you and scaramouche wanted to hang out. you were a little confused, yes you and scara grew closer but shouldn’t he just ask him himself?

“i can hang out after school, but why don’t you just ask scara? i don’t know his agenda.”

“oh alright, i just assumed you guys would be together or something but just meet us at wanmin”

ੈ‧₊˚ … he just assumed you guys would be together or something? what the hell is that supposed to mean

ੈ‧₊˚ another out-of-the-blue occurrence was when signora started giggling at you after scaramouche dropped you guys off to your class, since his was a few rooms away

“ehehehehe”

“huh”

“you know scara waits until the last minute to get to his classes? he never walked with me and childe to class before and just played that stupid something-impact game on his phone”

“okay..? are you implying that i’m a good influence on him or what”

“hehehehehehehe”

ੈ‧₊˚ from interacting for the first time online to talking every day at school, you knew that your relationship with scaramouche had most certainly bloomed

ੈ‧₊˚ but when the snappy kid who usually bit back at anyone seemed to soften up around you, when the boy who had his claws out in defense was fine with you brushing your hand against his, it made you wonder

ੈ‧₊˚ could you win him over? not as in victory and he’s a game, but a trophy you could clasp to take care of, to treasure, to hold? could scaramouche be yours? with all the advantages and weaknesses you knew against him, was it possible to hear that breathy laugh of his again? was it possible to always be the cause of his sounds of joy and pleasure?

ੈ‧₊˚ it felt like a game, but not in a way where you play until you’re bored and move on. it was a game of chess, and you hoped to checkmate yourself into his heart <3

endnote this wasn’t supposed to be this long LOL but as you can tell, i am entirely whipped for gamer scaramouche hehe ^_^ yeah Yeah yeah this is definitely not based on real experience lol Hahahah…... anyways !!! i love scara the hc of him being a gamer makes me so !(!,$:$? literally like that would mean he’s good with his fingers. Like .!,!?$$/!? im combusting

#genshin impact #genshin headcanons #genshin imagines #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche #the balladeer #gamer scaramouche

[moons-and-stars-and-shit]

hi may i get a matchup pls!

Appearance: i'm mixed race (asian & black),tan skin, 5'7, slim yet toned body, long curly hair (dark brown with auburn highlights), nose and belly piercing, dark brown eyes

Personality: I'm either really chill of really wild depends on my mood and setting, i speak my mind and i'm kinda headstrong, i've been told that i'm pretty funny in like a sassy sorta way, i do whatever i want so i guess that makes me rebellious, but i'm also try my hardest to be sweet and helpful

What i want in a S/O

i want someone who is fun and can keep up with me and even challenge me sometimes but i also want someone who's smart and kinda different from me so we can learn from each other

MBTI and Zodiac sign

i'm a taurus estp

Aesthetic

I guess you can call it cute n sporty, i wear crop tops and sweat pants a lot, most of my clothes and all my shoes are sports brands, and most of my clothes are in pastel colors

Hobbies

I have experience in a variety of sports normal ones like soccer to extreme ones like snowboarding, u name it i probably done it, i play bass guitar, and dance hip hop, i'm also into like yoga and other spiritual practices, i like to cook

Likes

I collect horror and teen comedy movies, i like anime, "chilin", animals are cool, video games, traveling, having fun, snacks, cosmetology (like hair and skincare type shit)

Das it! Thank u in advance i really appreciate it! (≧◡≦) ♡

@starbriteuwu

𝚁𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚙 ♡

𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨 𝐓𝐞𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐮

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐘𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐌𝐞𝐭

Alright 👏

So you we’re the captain of Nekomas girls volleyball team

And one day Kuroo was like “hey we’ve never actually played the girls team before 🤔”

So he (with the help of the coaches) organized a little practice match between the two teams

And sis when you walked in

His jaw hit the floor

Like how tf we’re you so gorgeous????

And his jaw dropped EVEN MORE when you started making casual conversation with Kenma

Like huh????

Kenma talking to other people????

Unheard of.

So being the little snoop he is decided to investigate

By investigate I mean he just went up to Kenma and asked “who his new friend was”

Kenma then explained that you and him often played video games together

You stretched your arm out to shake Kuroos hand promising him a good game before walking off to go warm up

Poor Kenma got BOMBARDED with questions about you

Kuroo was just really drawn to you ok

After a while it was time to start the game

Now this game was INTENSE

Both of the teams were really good

And both of them honestly had a pretty similar playing style

But there could only be one victor

It was super close but the girls ended up winning

Kuroo approached you after the game congratulating you for the win before asking you if your team would like to grab a “after game meal” on behalf of his team

You decided that your girls deserved some food after working so hard, so you agreed

You ended up sitting next to Kuroo at the diner you all went to

And oh boy he was PANICKING

Internally of course

You felt the atmosphere was a little tense

But you just laughed it off telling Kuroo that you don’t bite and to loosen up

He chuckled at your straightforwardness before starting a conversation with you

You both talked the WHOLE time

Casually including Kenma into the conversation for a little bit

But overall it was mostly you and Kuroo talking

After everyone was done eating you began your walk home

But you we’re stopped by...

You guessed it Kuroo

He just told you that he really liked talking to you and would really love if you let him take you on a actual date

You laughed at his flustered face

But you ended up accepting his offer 😳

And the rest is history

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮

He loves how your mood matches the vibe

Does that make sense????

Like if the room is serious then your serious

If the rooms goofy then your goofy

He loves this because he can always count on fun times with you

BUT

you know when you need to get serious

Ok so he LOVES that you speak your mind

But you do it in that kind of sassy way so it never comes off as mean

He loves it because you honestly just tell him how it is

You tell him he’s being an asshole

Then he’s being an asshole

You tell him that he needs to study or else he’s gonna fail

Then shit he better bust out the books

You really keep him on track if you know what I mean

And finally

He just ADORES your style 😩

It’s like cozy

But athleticy

And also soft girl vibes

Just...yes

𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐓𝐨 𝐃𝐨 𝐓𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

He loves to play sports with you

It doesn’t even need to be volleyball

He’ll try whatever you wanna practice for that day

Honestly there’s some sports he hasn’t even heard of before you showed them to him 😀

But

He’s also down for just chilling at home and watching movies on the couch

Or get this

He’s actually really into yoga

Says it makes his feel “zen”

Whatever the hell that means....

So he really likes to try new yoga poses with you

𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐜

He absolutely lets you test new skin and hair products on him

There has 100% been spa dates in this relationship

Sometimes he buts into you and Kenmas gaming sessions

But quickly gets kicked out by the both of you 🥲

Ever since you two started dating there have been a lot more requests for practice matches with the girls volleyball team

You made Kuroo try hip hop before

And he’s actually not half bad 👀

Ok but Kuroo in a tight shirt and baggy pants 🥵

𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲

They are opposite Signs in the Zodiac, giving them a special, complex connection.

They can combine to make a whole, each partner’s strengths balancing the other’s weaknesses.

Taurus and Scorpio have tons in common, but because their personalities are so powerful, they often swing between passionate love and passionate disagreement!

Taurus and Scorpio both have deep desires, Taurus for possessions and Scorpio for power.

They’re both concerned with wealth and resources, and they’re both intensely passionate about all sorts of things.

Taurus is a bit more self-focused than Scorpio, who is more concerned with their lover and immediate family.

Both of these Signs have a great, deep-rooted need for security in a relationship, but with slightly different focuses.

While Taurus prizes honesty and forthrightness and abhors infidelity, Scorpio loves to be mysterious.

A Scorpio’s need for security is more about the need to be constantly reassured that their emotional connection with their loved one is strong.

The good thing is, Taurus needs this reassurance too — and is also willing to provide it for their Scorpio lover.

Their powerful connection that can shine when obstacles to intimacy are cleared away.

When Scorpio realizes that Taurus is there for the long term and won’t create the misery that some Scorpios attract to their lives, this relationship can blossom.

𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐀𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜

𝙰𝚃𝙷𝙻𝙴𝚃𝙴𝚂 ⚽️ 🏀 🏈 🏐

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu fandom #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu matchups #kuroo #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo x reader #kuroo x y/n

[smndragon]

Hello! From my side of the 🌎 👋🏻🙏🏻🌻😊

If your precious energy and time allows you, I wanna participate in the respective unique game.

GF's initial thoughts about you.

I immediately heard loud and long "crazyyyyyyy" don't worry in a good happy way. Sudden burst of excitement and happiness. Like jumping with excitement. Something about their eye smile is standing out like they have this different like eye smile. Very pretty and cute.

Their initial  thoughts were they wanted to know about you like in depth 👀 like what you like? What you dislike? I heard food allergies also. So they are interested for deep friendship ? But they fear that you are far more knowledgeable and comes from kinda higher status than them? (Status as in not only materialistically but your name and status is known like is something you known for?.)

[Bestie people know about you but they don't show that they know you. 😳. ]

Sentences you heard in your past life :-

♧ "Too much."

♧ "Accept the Challenge or declare your loss."

♧ "Never saw them defeated."

♧ "This person have very hard and harsh personality."

♧ " some words and then i heard Lion and had vision of this big ass lion."(lion was mentioned in that sentence 😅)

"KIRGISTHAN. (Maybe some place or kingdom or food? Idk what this word means.?"

Sentences you said in the past life :-

♤ "poverty is not meant for me."

♤ "I'M gonna turn this pain into my happiness."

♤ "you wish my downfall but ill climb high on fron of your eyes."

♤ "just watch me."

♤ "This thing have mu name on it."

♤ "Trust word is not have importance."

♤ "Society and world is cruel."

♤ "Its not my end yet." ( warrior energy.)

♤"Fighting, choice and option."

Some other words I heard / had vision of :- wooden circular watch, horse, diamond, drained, gruyere (idk what this means? ), grazier(idk what this means search up.), stand-out,male shoe tap noise, Alexier, krishantering (idk what this means some foreign word.),crusade/crusendtment (something like this.)

(Wahhhhh! So many different language words.)

Hope this resonates.🌟🌌🙏🏻

Sorry this exchange reading is quite short.😭🙇🏻‍♀️🙏🏻

☆ My initials :- S.D.S (She/Her.)

Thank you so much for your precious time and energy.🌟🌌🙏🏻🌻

(Please if your energy not allows then feel free to delete my ask. If so then apologies 🙇🏻‍♀️🙏🏻)

Sending loads of positivity and happiness.🌟🌌🌻

Stay Safe and healthy.🌻

"don't miss me too much." A twirl of something in the hand and jumping over a fence or gate. A great escape.

"Hurry up! It's closing dipshit!" Against an escape somewhere.

Listen to la estrella de David by Juan Nah

Tw!! Abuse and beating mentioned!

"whit acting like that!" "Wasted potential seed of mine!" "Quit that useless hobby of yours!" A toxic mother.

"cry me a river sweetheart this is nothing." Grabbing hair. "Thank me later." Getting beaten.

End

"you keep acting like that and you'll get a kiss on the lips or a sucker in the face." A red headed girl with an old cap.

"gingers are a nightmare." Tf🧐

Okay I got nothing much but pretty homophobic stuff might've happened to you in the 1880s or 50s-60s. THIS IS A WARNING

"teach your games faggot." Yo he's hiding behind a closet.😳 Stg. But still huh??✋😩

"don't talk to me." "My mom doesn't want us hanging around anymore." A friend leaving. Rolled sleeves. Grabbing their bag. I imagine this could be their father too. Short brown hair.

"you're sorry huh?" Sarcasm

"you're real dirty aren't ya?"

"Darrel, our dreams aren't gonna come true sitting around here!" Friends on a porch. This could also go "your dreams aren't gonna come true when you're like that!" Speaking of them being queer.

Sorry there's so little but I wanted to get a lot done tonight! I'll be opening another game soon hopefully you can join!

[tscmu]

Some headcanons for the Hq boys and how they propose to their s/o?

HI YES THIS IS THE KIND OF STUFF I LOVE WRITING ABOUT PLS okay so u didnt really specify which boys so im gonna go for ones that i can picture proposing that sounded weird ok-

characters; koushi sugawara, satori tendou, kenma kozume, osamu miya + tooru oikawa oK LETS GO

koushi sugawara

- pls he’d make it so heartfelt and meaningful HHH I LOVE HIM~ - he’d want to make you feel how much he loved you, like actually feel it in your heart - i feel like he’d tell a FEW people, probably only get daichi to help AHAHAH - bruh asahi would probably have a mental breakdown and tanaka would snitch💔💔 - but he’d have an idea of what you both wanted i think, you wouldve spoken it over before defos - he’d want it to not be that public, just the two of you - so it’d be at like a hiking trail you both go on or something, a place that means loads to both of you but isn’t there for the world to see - and then...…came the day - he knew how much you picked up on little details so he had to be sneak sneak ten thousand™ - “hey, wanna go out on that one walk up *insert name of place idk*? ok ok ok i’ll get ur coat sugar” - EEEEEEEEEEE - he was trying his absolute best to keep it together - he knew you’d most likely say yes, so he wasn’t TOO scared, but it was still SCARY LIKE- - and then u got to the place he wanted to propose - it was this place where you always stopped, where there was a little bench (with your initials STILL carved into it from all those years ago) and it looked out over a nice view - “ooh, can we stop here again!” “u-huh i was actually gonna ask-” - bro he almost forgot the speech daichi read over to him about 20 times - but HE DID IT WOOOO - he didn’t want to make a MASSIVE deal out of it, the wedding would be more important to him but he still wanted to make you know how much he adored you - speech included lots of memories dating even back to before hed even SPOKEN to you i stg this man - AND U SAID YES!!! u have no choice. u did.

satori tendou

- i feel like he’d be kINDA similar to suga?? - a little less caring - he’d never actually pictured himself getting married tbf- - he never thought he’d actually find the right person so he just....gave up idk - BUT THEN YOU CAME INTO HIS LIFE- - even with you he hadn’t really thought about marriage, he was just focused on having fun with you, but then ushijima was like ‘...so, tendou. when is the wedding commencing between you and y/n.” and he just- - it was actually when they were sitting there he started to plan it - ushijima would SEEM like the worst person to go to, but he was actually quite good at this stuff - so in about 2 hours sat at the back door of tendou’s work, they had sketched out a sort of plan on the back of a spare napkin - there was one main thing he knew he wanted to talk about - how you always stuck by him, no matter what he did - he thought he’d seriously fucked up, and you would be back at his door the next day, smiling and chattering about this new café you heard opened down the road - god, he was terrified to even mention paris to you, but you were so up for the idea, it took him by shock - he didn’t take you for granted - so for once, he wanted to make you feel loved - they couldn’t think of a place to take you for ages, but then it hit them - you and tendou always went to wakatoshi’s games, ever since high school you both always made the commute if you had the time - and ushijima had a game coming up in two weeks...…. - when he mentioned it OFC U WERE DOWN PLS, you loved going back to japan - like ofc france was incredible but......... it was just lovely to see everyone again ;-; - since youd been there so much, you basically just got to stand right at the side of the court AHAHAH - so they won the game. obviously. its ushi and kags we’re talking abt here. are you kidding. then tendou started acting weird, which made u hella sus - it was the first time in what felt like years you’d seen him so...nervy - he kept fumbling over his words, you had to yell at him to speak up - but eventually he did it - he spoke abt how much you meant to him, how you made him more comfortable in his own body, how you stuck by him through everything - AND U SAID YES. AGAIN, U HAVE NO CHOICE. - and yes ushi and kags started cheering and the news outlets put u on the news i dont make the rules ok

kenma kozume

- ok mans is TERRIFIED - he’d quite genuinely never thought about marriage, throughout his years with you by his side it just...never crossed his mind - but it was when you were lying in bed one night, his arm dangled over you as you both drifted in and out of sleep - and it just hit him - why the fuck were you both still like this? - marriage was something you always expressed a love for, when kuroo got married you were basically in a trance the whole time - how was he so unaware? - people described kuroo’s proposal as pretty much perfect, he’d always been good at reading his partner, so he just used that knowledge to make something he knew they’d like - so, to kenma’s extreme distaste, he went to kuroo - oh my god kuroo fucking c r i e d - kenma was finally ‘growing up’ - so after about an hour of kuroo sobbing, they finally got down to business - after lots of.. lets say elaborate ideas from kuroo, and lots of no's from kenma, they finally came to a sort of compromise - since you and kuroo worked in the same department, he would text you on saturday simply asking if you wanted to catch coffee and talk about that one assignment - obviously, you said yes - not thinking anything of it, you just pulled on a jumper and jeans AHAH- - then you notice,,,why tf is he taking u to a beach at 7pm in march???? - #serialkillerkurooheadcanons - but u see kenma and ur like... wtf have u gotten yourself into- - have they been possessed?? who knowz - and then u get BLINDFOLDED LIKE WHAT - but then u snap back down to earth like why would they kidnap u- - as kuroo takes it off, kenma’s quite literally shaking - poor babie - he never really knew how to explain his thoughts properly, so the speech wasn’t anything extremely dramatic and/or romantic - but he did in a way tell you how much you meant to him - he spoke abt how you boost his confidence, have always been there whenever he needed you, and how you seem to always understand him when he’s being at his most blunt - therefore he thinks you’re his soulmate - PLSPLSPL IM CRYING

osamu miya

- i think he always knew he wanted to marry you - atsumu always embarassed him about it- - it got to the point you didn’t actually think he’d propose, you would just wake up one day and a wedding dress would be on the door - but it got to the point where tsumu was mentioning it significantly more when you went over for dinner - mama miya was always telling you how happy she was that samu picked you - even your own parents were being oddly warmer towards samu, whenever they phoned they asked how he was, etc etc - so you knew something was up - samu was always really polite to your parents, asked their permission before he even took you out on a date - ironic because you lived together but still- - so turned out, he actually mentioned proposing to you to them - they adored him for gods sake so of course they said yes - then tsumu thought he was acting weird, so he told his side - jesus christ they freaked out - his parents were always nervous about atsumu, who slept with random people on the weekends, and hadn’t been in a proper relationship since middle school - you were basically their god send AHAHA - so it was a massive deal when he wanted to marry you - it would appear that he didn’t really care, but in honesty it meant the wholeass world to him - like suga, he’d go for a location that meant a lot to both of you - christmas was a huge deal for both your families, they both came together and you had an incredible time - and last year some of the jackals came over, which was just hilarious - so what better time than christmas with your loved ones around you??? - it started off like a normal christmas, you had an incredible dinner ( cooked by none other than osamu ((with atsumu and bokuto attempting to sabotage it but just burning their hands on the pot)) ) then all played some games - but it was when you were all watching the basic christmas tv programmes when the atmosphere... changed - everyone was looking at you and samu, even sakusa looked excited - it was when his father muted the tv, and samu took your hand, your heart was basically beating out your chest. - he spoke about how he felt like, for the entirety you’d been together for, every day he seemed to fall more in love with you. you were like his rock, when things were even a bit off he could just come to you and you’d automatically make him happier even just by looking at you - bruh bokuto and hinata were sobbing in the corner

tooru oikawa

- surprising, but he never thought about marriage - he just kind of assumed he’d be one of those people that would be in a relationship for like a week then just.. move on to another person idk - that was until he ran into you - everyone, even his own parents, said he was a different person when he started dating you - it was ironic, you were quite similar to him - yet you made him rethink his fucking morals  - it was sappy asf - ANYWAY BACK TO THE TOPIC AT HAND - he took this proposal really seriously, he wanted it to be the best moment of your whole life - until the wedding ofc ofc - since you’d basically changed him as a person, he wanted this to just show his appreciation for everything you’d ever done for him - he wanted you to feel his love - and so he set about preparing a good proposal - he’d be like osamu, and definitely ask your parents first - your parents loved him anyway, they thought he was the best thing that’d happened to you for a long while - he basically knew what he wanted to do - nothing too public, but nothing too quiet - whats the point of proposing if some people dont see am i right??? - sometimes when you both either a) needed a break or b) you both had a period of time where you were free, you both just booked an impromptu holiday AHAHHA - #richkidtingz - so obvs he had to do it on one of them... it was ur thing after all?? - it was when you walked in the door, face red, and flopped down on the sofa next to him, he grasped the opportunity - “..got any spare holidays from work?” - you quickly went on a travel agent website and booked a three day holiday to brazil, leaving the next morning - it was one of your favourite places to just escape to, so it made sense for him to propose there tbf - it was as you both woke up the first morning there, still sleepy from the night before, you grinned at eachother. - “hey.. get ready quick, i wanna do something.” “wHAT-” - he didn’t actually know where to do it, he just called a taxi and asked for your favourite high street HAHAH - after about an hour of browsing around shops, your hand never out of his, you finally asked ‘what did you want to do?’ - his breathing almost stopped i stg, he didn’t realise how scared he was - but then... HE DID IT POGGERS - he stuck to what he knew he wanted to speak about, making you sob in the process ofc - and even all the locals congratulated you!!!

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HI THIS IS SO LONG IM SORRY BUT I LOVED WRITING IT PLS!! THANK U FOR REQUESTING da box is always open mwah

#im sorry this is so long #but it was fun to write so fuck off #yes i listened to adore you while writing this #yes it made me cry #we dont talk about it #haikyuu #haikyu #haikyu!! #haikyū!! #haikyuu!! #sugawara #hq sugawara #hq #hq imagines #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu hc #hq hc #hq headcanons #tendo #tendou #kenma #oikawa #tooru oikawa #osamu #osamu miya #miya osamu #kozume kenma #kenma kozume

[mrsunstrider]

I’ve been out of the fandom side of league for a long time, but I’ve had a lot of thoughts about the current event and how much of a letdown it feels to me, and I wanted to get them written down somewhere. Spoilers ahead for the Sentinels of Light event, up until the end of part 3.

I’ll start with the things about it I like: I think all the art for the event is incredible, the art team did a really good job, likewise the music and cinematic were both good. I like the relationship and animosity between Riven and Irelia, I think this was a good opportunity to have them interacting and is one of the few things that has been done well in the visual novel. I think Gwen is very cute, and I like that it’s canon that she’s the one dressing them up. I liked the parts with Rengar - the only section that’s actually made me laugh so far - although I think he’s also been written very… out of character. I’m not a big Rengar fan, so I can’t really comment on it in depth, but I’m pretty sure he’s never referred to himself in the third person before.

As for the rest of it.... Yikes.

I understand and appreciate that they couldn’t put every champion in, but to not mention anyone directly involved in the event is a weird choice. Where are the leaders of Demacia and Noxus? Why should I believe that Leblanc would leave the (apparently incredibly easy to get into) Black Rose hideout open to anyone? I know it’s established that only relic weapons can defeat the wraiths, but does that mean every other champion just… I don’t know, died before the sentinels arrived? We see random background characters - the solari soldiers, lunari people, those two piltover sentinels - but literally no other champion who could’ve been included even if just to go “shit’s fucked huh, I gotta stay here and protect my people” or whatever.

But then the whole event seems so disconnected from the rest of the lore and the other relationships throughout it. I think Graves and Miss Fortune are the most egregious examples of this. All of Graves' lore, short stories, cinematics he’s been in have mentioned TF or shown him with TF, but when you meet him in Piltover he’s there “on vacation” and there’s no mention of TF at all. Even when you get to Bilgewater and meet up with Miss Fortune there’s no mention of him, like he just didn’t exist. It’s so heavily at odds with how they’ve been treated in the past, with being heavily entwined with each other’s stories, with TF’s multiple voice lines in legends of runeterra mentioning Graves, even with the nods to TF in the Sentinel Graves skin. 

Miss Fortune, imo, has had it the worst though. All of her previous characterisation has been ignored in favour of having her immediately betray the Sentinels for power. She’s portrayed as desperate and paranoid, convinced everyone is working against her to help Gangplank, instead of the self-assured, powerful captain Riot has been putting forward since Burning Tides. When the bio for Ruined Miss Fortune came out, I thought maybe they were trying to cover up spoilers for Ruined King, but now I don’t even know where Ruined King is supposed to fit into this narrative. Pyke and Miss Fortune seemingly don’t know each other, and none of the other characters in Ruined King are mentioned at all.

All in all the whole thing doesn’t feel like a big canon event, it feels like a poorly written, rushed AU. Done well, I think a visual novel could’ve been a cool format to tell this story, but I think it would’ve benefited so much more from being a chaptered story on universe instead. Compare this even with Burning Tides - the story, the featured game modes, changing the announcer to Gangplank - and it just falls flat in so many ways when it’s supposed to be so much bigger. @vaguely-concerned said on their post that it feels like the sort of fanfic men write to disparage women and queer people who write fanfic, and they’re honestly completely spot on, right down to the shoehorned in no-homo relationship between Graves and Vayne.

From what I’ve heard, the lore team didn’t even work on the visual novel, but the skin team did and honestly… it’s obvious. The Sentinels of Light event feels like it exists just to showcase cool things that could happen, with no regard for the established characters it’s using to do them. And while the event has been disrupted by covid and delays, that doesn’t change the fact that the writing is juvenile, repetitive and that the story has no set tone. I don’t know if this is supposed to be a serious event, when the player-character seems to only have joke lines, when Graves’ only motivation is apparently robbing people, when Rengar is sad because someone beat him up once.

I’m someone who really likes the lore in League of Legends. I thought Burning Tides was amazing, and I’ve been waiting years for them to do something similar, but this event has just made me tired and sad. The enthusiasm I had for it at the start of the month has just fizzled out completely, and now I feel like I’m just waiting for it to be over so we can wait for the next thing.

Anyway this was a lot of words to say I’m a salty TF main lmao

#League of Legends #Sentinels of Light #boy I wrote an essay here huh #here's all my feelings anyway lmao

[mevekagvain]

Chapter 54- Once again, Marie's clothes are atrocious.

Chapter 55 - 'The wounds are healing like a normal person's would'. Uh no?? For a normal person you'd need to treat and stitch up that shit, not leave them wide open as you poke at them.

Chapter 58 - Honestly you don't get to say that others take away lives so easily when you and everyone under you is also murder happy Rai. Like yeah there's nuance but it's still not as clear cut as you'd think.

Chapter 65 - It's hilarious how both Rai and Frankenstein suck at all sorts of games. Maybe that's the real reason they're bffs.

- Yuna,,, cutie,,,

- You did your best M-24. It wasn't very good because you should have been distracting the infected not Jake, but you did your best.

- Never understood the whole being in pain thing from being flicked in the forehead like, how hard are they doing it?? I've been foing it to my sister my whole life and vice versa and neither of us have ever been in any pain.

Chapter 66 - They're posing while blocking the way of the kids sjksksks. Also you can obviously see that M-21 is turned away because he doesn't want to do this on a deeper note. Not that it matters because they're posing.

- Marie is so smart I love her.

Chapter 76 - The kids are honestly so sweet.

- I do not like that Jake is taller than Rai. He himself is already too tall, and Jake's supposed to be taller??

Chapter 77 - They really had to get Marie's boobs into her death silhouette huh... ew.

Chapter 78 - Wow even Cloud wasn't strong enough to handle the experimentation. The Union is real hardcore.

Chapter 79 - Tbh calling Marie and Jake the best of the best still makes sense even with all the stronger opponents considering that said stronger opponents are all in higher positions than them. Exception would be Cerberus who I'd say are more at an equal position and that's easily excused by saying they have more experience. Plus it was said by M-21 who knows jack shit and only got info from loudmouth Jake so obviously none of it is going to be accurate anyway.

Chapter 81 - Cutie 🥺

Chapter 82 - Huh, so vampires are category B in the Union for experimentation records. I'd say nobles but that's doubtful since they've only been able to replicate mind control and mutation through drinking blood. The latter only occurs in vampires since their blood bonds are corrupted.

Chapter 85 - This just reads like a creepypasta or scp lmao.

Chapter 87 - Rip Simon, I always liked him.

Chapter 88 - If Rai heard how much I mocked him he'd be shocked. Ofc he wouldn't hurt me since I haven't committed crimes but I bet he'd be hurt inside.

Chapter 89 - Even Crombel appears to think vampires and nobles are one and the same which is interesting. Maybe that means vampires, even though severely mutated through weakened blood bonds, have the same basic dna make up as nobles? Or I suppose they could have managed to get nobles to experiment on. Wouldn't be too hard to snatch a dead one from the Loyard massacre.

Chapter 90 - It wouldn't be strange if Raizel was under the impression that M-21 was actually a werewolf who was experimented on and this had his power trapped within him initially. After all, he has a werewolf heart and likely an aura somewhat similar to one in Raizel's eyes. Thus he could have easily thought that since he would never have met an actual werewolf who had been prevented from using their power and wouldn't know what their aura would be like. So human aura with faint werewolf traces? Must be a werewolf. It would be disproven quickly enough for the audience not to notice either too since Frankenstein does a checkup on him.

Chapter 91 - Raizel and Frankenstein going 'tf are you talking about' @ M-21,,, that's me at noblesse characters always.

- Idk where Frankenstein gets so much trust in Raizel's choices. The last group of people he hung out with was the traitors and as the name suggests, that didn't go well. But then again... the whole thing happened precisely because he didn't trust them enough to be their friends so I guess he's kinda right? In that if he doesn't trust ppl they'll definitely betray him compared to if he does trust them where even if he gets betrayed he'll know it's not his fault. Anyway that's irrelevant and the point is that Frankenstein has no reason to be so confident when Raizel's previous stray pets were the traitor nobles.

Chapter 92 - I guess Shinwoo doesn't like bananas if he keeps pawning his off to Rai.

- 5 hours to get to a place he's been before and should know the way to... Yeah no wonder mvp lord was always so fucking worried about him.

- Queen I know you think he's hot but you're gonna get brain damage. Also looking at the girl on the right there are definitely other foreigners in Ye Ran.

- By my hcs this would be said by Urokai because think most human experimentation in the Union is stupid. Like experimentation to cure idk, cancer? Good. This shit? He hates it.

Sidenotes - Tbh I've never really had the same complaints about the kids not being the main characters along with Rai and Frankenstein the way other people do. Like sure it would have been cool and I would have loved Shinwoo to be Union or werewolf related somehow but I always just found it hilarious how all expectations were subverted and it turned out they really just some normal kids TM. And it make sense! Sure they're special, for completely normal teenagers. Just let them chill and be teens instead of getting the trauma the rest of the household carries around like designer handbags. I say that but Shinwoo being Urokai's son is my canon lmao

- Good thing that the abandoned building didn't have automatic or rotating doors or else the kids would be super dead.

#noblesse #raining while reading

[neshai-esper]

Did you heard about that fucking drama around the Suitable Boy series, where a muslim guy kissed a hindu girl?

Yes I did. It's a bit frustrating reading about Hindu nationalists who suffering in midlife crisis, isn't it?

I think I can't put too much good words to the side of Hindu nationalists (nor of anyone’s who thinking in the same, extreme, aggressive way), because I'm a vessel of love and acceptance. I enjoy finding beauty in innocent, unselfish love.

All right, I’m not want to dig into deep in religion stuffs because it’s a very huge topic, but... we still have things to mention.

It’s all about the bussiness.

With that being said, lot of religions do the same, but most of them got turned inside out by the sick elite and politics. Even if we know that religion should not be affected by politics or being used for financial, selfish deeds, yet it happens, and it is not the devilish-side of the religion, but those who attempt to use it. 

This is a fatal vortex from which it is difficult to get out, and which brings only hate and destruction over our head, because this manipulation itself (to be effective) brings dissension, disrespect, degradation, intolerance, rejection among others, and these creates fear and hate. This two emotion is the most effective “tool” with you can control people by these. You just have to plant it into them, and it will blooms because people will spread it by themselves (bad news that it’s easier to start spread it than to curb it). The problem is, that for these sick people, is just a bussiness, and nothing more.

We have to overcome these emotions, which they have been trying to pump into us since we were born. Where and how should we approach this fight at all? Well, there is an important question before our first step.

Who are we then?

Some people says that:  - I am XY, and I have a soul.  But I always says:  - I am a soul, and I have a body.

This is a very huge difference between the two perspective, and believe me when I say, if you are able to see yourself and everyone else as a soul, then you have a key to how can you wash away the unneccessary illusions and categorization, and get closer to your true being and to others’. 

Don’t get me wrong! It’s not about ignoring the material, it’s about keeping in mind who you are, and who are you NOT. It’s about don’t being lost only in the material, but keep remember the the other side of the truth. This comes handy in several situations, for instance, when people around you starts to offending, expel, harassing, stigmatizing you and trying to divert you from your goals, happiness.

Are you a muslim? *Boom* stigmatized Are you a christian? *Boom* stigmatized Are you black? *Boom* stigmatized Are you white? *Boom* stigmatized Are you mixed? *Boom* stigmatized Are you female? *Boom* stigmatized Are you a male? *Boom* stigmatized Are you homosexual? *Boom* stigmatized Are you bisexual? *Boom* stigmatized Are you vegetarian? *Boon* stigmatized Are you meat eater? *Boon* stigmatized Are you struggle with financial problems? *Boom* stigmatized Are you having XY job? *Boom* stigmatized

Let me ask then:  Can you still see that poor SENTINENT being under this pile of crap!?

Of course you can’t. It’s easier to focus on stigmas and see those instead of the person who getting buried by it, while completely forgetting about him/her; who is still breathing, his/her heart still beats, and feels, in every damned second.

People don’t want to see the sentinent, transcendental being in others (and often forgetting about their true identity as well - now this is an another reason why they pick this side), but insteand they are using labels to categorize others and based on those, decide their “value”, seeing what the other person is worthy, and with these, they’re attempting to raise themselves above others, making themselves privileged and give themselves more rights over different things. But at the end, it’s all just illusions, weak attempts to avoiding to watch into the mirror, and as long as they can keep kicking others watching the ground where their victim is laying, they don’t have to think of themselves, nor reach the mirror of their gaze, and face the truth.

Why people feel the "needs" of hurting others?

I belive that the person who is healthy in mind, in terms of emotions and such, will never attempt to hurt others. It means that most of them (not all of them) are broken, and suffers - and to escape from this suffer, they spending their time with hurting others, and keep their focus on them instead (which is still NOT a good excuse of what they are actually doing with other people at all and it’ll never be) - this is what the elite and politics want to ride, and use, and took away everything from us to keep away people from their true self; because knowing it can bring changes. Positive changes, which can not produce money, but true value instead.

Religion originally brings love, peace and respect. It’s a great guide for a happy life. It brings down walls and borders by the power and purity of it. Be who you are, no matter where are you from, what is your identity and such, you have the right to practice any religion freely, it’s about spiritual teachings that cannot be stolen, nor owned by anyone and kept away from others by what-tf-ever reason (if a person think it in different way, he already lost the meaning of it and failed in several ways). But...

...love and respect are not a good bussiness (or at least, not in this way, it is not uncommon for many companies and organizations to getting more money by sympathy, although there is no sincere love behind their movement). They have to change, pollute one of the richest source of love, to spread hate and rejection, fear by it. Now this smells like a good business to me, huh?

It is, but the sad fact that even those who try to handle and practice their religion well, often get lost in not only these fabricated bullshits and set-up stages (what is going on around the muslim religion and terrorist activities for instance, but christianity could be an another good example for several reasons), but because of their own ego and imperfections, bad habits, often contradicting their religion's teachings.

It means that simply appearing in the media in a wrong (and often false) way is not the only reason for a misjudgment of a religion or a group of people who devoted to it. All of us build up our own reality based on our experiences, and probably all of us know people who practicing different religions, and these people's behavior might affect our view of their religions as well. Sometimes, in a wrong way, even if the person didn't even approached- and practiced the religion and it’s teachings well.

Word to the wise:

Personally, I belive that as long as your love and respect towards the other person is honest and pure, you make no mistake or disrespect what should scream for your punishment, and I think in most of these cases (like this one you asked about dear Anonymous) the ego is more hurt than the religion was/would ever. 

Lot of people have struggle with practicing and even understanding their own religion well sometimes, which can bring up a question? Are they "worthy" of practice that religion? And I’d say yes, they are despite of that.

I'm sure that as long as you do it from your pure heart and devotion, you are, and if your path meets with an another person's path, who follows a different religion, as long as your love and respect still honest, neither of you failed in what you believe.

And please, be nice with each other! Don't play an "eye for eye" game out there, in with you cut off X’s, and Y will cut off yours, because this is what people doing day by day, attempting to take away everything from each other.

Are you want to make the whole world blind?

#ask #Anonymous #religion #Hindu #Muslim #identity #love #respect #eye for an eye #depression #stigmatize #soul #teaching #spirit

[woulddieforperrytheplatypus]

Perry being relocated is sad, but it could lead to some bonding moments between Phineas and Heinz should they interact again. Phineas tells Heinz that it really started to sink in that he shouldn't have thrown away the pamphlet; if he had actually heard Perry out, maybe they could've kept the whole thing a secret from OWCA. Heinz comforts him and tells him it's not his fault; in hindsight, he shouldn't have roped some random kids into his scheme, but Phineas tells him it's not his fault either.

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WAIT THAT’S ACTUALLY SO CUTE??? oh man do I have Some Ideas™ for this

First of all, I have a feeling they’d all kinda stay away from each other for a while. I think Phineas would just be too sad to see anyone, and he’d rather spend his time moping with Ferb. Heinz wouldn’t even know where to find them anyway, but he’d probably want to stay away from them because he’d just feel really fucking guilty. I mean, it was Heinz that built the other-dimensionator. It was Heinz that let them come with him. There is no way he wouldn’t feel solely responsible not just for himself losing his nemesis, but these kids losing their pet, and that’s not even getting into the guilt I’m sure he’d feel over letting his doppelganger attempt to have them yeeted across the room or fed to the goozim (until, of course, he was also sentenced to a game of Poke the Goozim With A Stick). 

But after a few days of moping around the penthouse and attempting to build things that he gives up on halfway through, there’s a knock on the door. His first thought is that it must be his weekend with Vanessa (already? how did that happen?) and he’s like :/ because he has to explain to her that he accidentally had Perry relocated literally just hours after finding out that the guy had a whole family that he never even knew about. But then he opens the door and it’s Phineas standing there, and heinz.exe stops working for a few seconds because why is this child standing outside his penthouse? 

And Phineas has obviously been crying but he’s not right now, and he just looks up at Heinz with the saddest puppy dog eyes and asks, “Can I come in?” and there’s absolutely no way Heinz can say no to him,

Now, Heinz is obviously very confused because there’s really no reason for this kid not to hate his guts, so he has to ask what tf Phineas is doing here. Phineas just kinda shrugs and sniffles real quick, and Heinz has read Perry’s body language enough that he can kind of tell what people are thinking even if they won’t say it, so he sighs and just says something like, “You miss him, too, huh?” and Phineas nods and then starts fucking sobbing, and poor Heinz hasn’t had t comfort a crying child in years, so he has no idea what to do.

So Heinz gestures to the couch, and he’s like, “... you wanna sit?” and Phineas just looks at it for a second and Heinz quickly adds, “it’s not the same one he peed on,” and Phineas doesn’t stop crying but he does crack a smile before he sits down. Heinz sits down, too, and he asks why Phineas is there again, because while his new couch is very comfortable -- perks of not buying new inator parts and new doors every day; he could afford a very luxurious couch -- he is decently sure Phineas did not come here to try out his couch.

And Phineas takes a minute to compose himself, and then he says something like, “I was just starting to get to know this other side of him, and now he’s gone” except like phrased so it’s sadder idk it’s hard to write dialogue if I’m not actually writing something in fanfic form lmao. 

Heinz just kinda nods because he doesn’t necessarily relate -- sure, finding out Perry had a family was surprising, but the difference between Agent P with his family and the Perry the Platypus that Heinz knows isn’t anywhere near as stark as the difference between Agent P and the Perry that Heinz can sort of picture at home -- he does relate to wishing he had had the time to learn more about him before he had to leave. 

Then Phineas asks, “What was he like?” and it all kinda falls into place. He came here to get to know the side of Perry that he didn’t really get to see; the side that Heinz knows better than anyone, because he’s seen both the friend and foe aspects (often on the same day, when they’d go hang out after work). So Heinz starts talking and talking and talking, and it’s oddly comforting because this is what he used to do with Perry the Platypus and he hasn’t really gotten to monologue since Perry left and he’d forgotten how therapeutic it was. It’s not the same, obviously, but seeing Phineas’s reactions to his stories is heartwarming in a different way.

And then maybe Phineas apologizes, and Heinz is like ??? because if anyone should be apologizing, it should be him -- and he was getting there; he was just a little wrapped up in happier times -- and Phineas explains the whole thing with the pamphlet and the fact that he basically ignored everything Perry tried to tell him (and he doesn’t say it, but hearing Heinz talk about Perry and what he thought and what he felt just makes it worse because it means Heinz (his nemesis!!!) was willing to listen to him and he wasn’t). And Heinz is like “Dude, literally shut the fuck up because this was all my bad” (but, you know, not like that) and they talk about that for a lil bit and Heinz finally says, “You know what? We both messed this up equally. We can share the blame, how ‘bout that?” and again, Phineas doesn’t say it, but that makes him feel better, too, because everyone else has been telling him to stop blaming himself. Even Ferb said it, as if Ferb wasn’t completely level-headed the entire time. If Perry had handed Ferb the pamphlet, he would have read it and he would have figured out what Perry was getting at, and then Phineas wouldn’t have wasted so much of their last few hours together just being angry at him. This is the first time someone has been real with him about it, and it means a lot.

And that, my friends, is the story of the newly-formed unbreakable bond between Phineas Flynn and Heinz Doofenshmirtz :,)

I have a sneaking suspicion that part of the reason you sent this was that you know that I’m a complete sucker for a good Phineas/Heinz (non-romantic) relationship, but I have to admit, the more I think about this, the more I feel like this would work out better with Heinz and Ferb. I know that’s probably really weird from someone who’s literally written a whole tumblr essay about how Phineas and Heinz are basically the same person (casual promo is casual), but I was actually just talking to revenblue on ao3 the other day (I would tag his tumblr instead but a) I don’t want him to feel compelled to read all my bullshit and b) I want to bless any Perryshmirtz fans out there who may not have read his fics yet because he is The Perryshmirtz Writer™) about how Heinz would get along with the boys, and I realized that Ferb and Heinz would actually get along really well in a different sense? 

The charm of Phineas and Heinz’s potential friendship has always been that it would be someone to excitedly talk to about building and inventing and that they’d connect through excited conversations that they can’t have with anyone else. Sure, Phineas can talk to Ferb about it and Heinz can talk to Perry about it, but neither of them talk back very much, so putting two excitable blabbermouths together would be fantastic. 

But Heinz and Ferb would get along really well because Heinz would actually listen to him. He’s so used to hanging out with Perry that he can pick up on silent cues with no problem -- something that would be really useful when hanging out with a mostly nonverbal kid. As much as it looks like Ferb might get that from Phineas already, it looks more to me like Phineas just assumes they’re on the same page and Ferb just roles with it. I’d go more in depth but a) it’s almost one in the morning and I have an 8:30 class tomorrow and b) this post is already so much longer than it needed to be, but tl;dr: This would be a great way for Heinz and Ferb to bond because it would give Heinz the chance to monologue and infodump about his best friend at the same time it gives Ferb the chance to both learn more about Perry and to talk to someone who’s going to pay attention to his own thoughts and feelings with no prompting.

#anon: so what if -- #me: WRITEWRITEWRITEWRITEWRITEWRITEWRITE #im sorry i got a little carried away here #i might actually write this as a one-shot separate from the potential seattle fic just for kicks but idk #im really bad at writing ferb so i would probably attempt it with phineas if i did #anyways its late (early?) and i need to take a shower whoops bai #look i have an ask #pnf

[silver-wield]

Honestly? I will never ever get what Cler!ths have against Zack/Zerith. The guy loves and treasures her; they're so damn cute together; they actually spent quality time together, so their relationship is believable; A in the remake is clearly not over him; and he's available (as in she won't be trying to steal him from someone else). What's to hate about all this? A will surely be happy with Zack, so if you love her, wouldn't you want that for her? 1/3

But I guess it was never about her happiness, huh? I know they must think CloTis just root for Zerith to get rid of A, but to me it’s not about that. After all, before Zack came into the picture, I couldn’t care less about A since I hated her in the OG. But I liked the way she was with Zack in CC. And now with Remake!A that I don’t feel so strongly about as in the OG, I want her to be happy too. 2/3

Also, at least our side is decent enough to not shove A with someone she has 0 chemistry with (hint hint Barret x Tifa). Having CloTi and Zerith as the canon couples is the best thing that can happen to those characters. No one gets left out, and all of them win and are with the person they love and is suited for them. But hey, maybe it’s just me. 3/3

Because he’s canon and ruining their fanon lol That’s pretty much the whole reason they hate him. I was watching the entire gameplay of Crisis Core yesterday because of a thing nagging me about Cloud where I heard he and Zack did some kind of claw arm minigame and that’s why Cloud was upset during the collapsed expressway bit, but I didn’t find it because the reason Cloud’s upset is different, but still because of Zack.

But, at least I got to see a whole lot of parallels between Cloti and Zerith. And these aren’t just FF7 to FFCC, no, these are parallels going from CC to 7R meaning the devs looked over CC, picked out these scenes or lines and then deliberately inserted them into Remake so that we’d see the couple parallels between the two. Because that’s how canon works. They associate the couples to each other so that people see and understand this is how it’s gonna be. 

But some people are just dumb and keep sticking their fingers in their ears and putting blinders over their eyes. They don’t wanna see and hear the truth and then get butthurt and crazy at everyone who can. Because they wanna be the blind leading the blind. Only, we’re not blind and don’t wanna be. 

Aerith definitely has very low interest in Cloud. I mean, she literally brushed off being concerned about him during the drum after she saw him go off at Sephiroth. She didn’t care. Red and Barret asked if Cloud was ok and Tifa said she was really worried about him, and what was Aerith’s reaction?

“True, but it’s Cloud—I’m sure he’ll be fine.”

That’s after literally seeing Cloud freak tf out the last time she saw him. Aerith doesn’t care about him. Not like that. Seems he’s more like a useful tool for her to battle Sephiroth with if I’m being honest.

I’d feel sorry for these people, but they’re just so nasty I can’t bring myself to. They spent years dragging Tifa: her appearance, her clothes, personality fucking everything. There wasn’t one single thing about her they haven’t tried to destroy just to prove how much better than her Aerith is. This is a character that Nomura designed to be Cloud’s ideal woman. Even if they’d never got together and just mutually pined for each other forever like the absolute dorks they are, do these people really think that treating Tifa like this would make Nomura want to be kind to them? Do they think scrubbing out the canon story is respectful to Nojima? To any of them? They’ve worked on FF7 for 23+ years. These trolls might have loved the game for that long, but this is their work. Something they love even more than anyone else does. Nojima kept coming back to Cloud over and over because he had such a deep connection to him. He has NPCs talk about Cloud like a relative in game (yeah because Johnny’s dad is totally a message from Nojima to Cloud about how he feels like he’s family and he’s sad to say goodbye to him) and people are shitting all over it. 

These morons better get their attitudes sorted because no matter how much they cry and scream and complain the story is still Cloti and Zerith and always was.

[ckret2]

how tf do u write sir pen and alastor

Step one: rewatch this and this a million times specifically to focus on how they talk—the way they emphasize words, the cadence and flow of their sentences, pace, sound effects, mood, pitch, tone, etc.

Step two: reread their lines here or here (each one handles the transcript a little bit different—the first one is more comprehensive, the second one more objective, and they disagree on a few words) so that you can more fully absorb things like their vocabulary, length and complexity of sentences, etc.

Step three: keep those pages open constantly so that every couple paragraphs you can refer back to those pages to refresh their voices in your head when you get nervous about drifting too far off the accurate voice of a character who's got less than three total minutes of footage, which will be often.

Now you have their voices in your head.

Step four: Go write their voices!! Here are their voices:

Sir Pentious is pretentious. Alastor sounds like a radio host.

I know, I know, that sounds super obvious.

Sir Pentious will occasionally use vocab & sentence structure that makes him sound old-fashioned and dramatic on par with a parody of a Shakespeare villain. He uses phrases like "[they] dare not hinder [me]" or "the likes of I" or pronouncing "striped" as "stripéd." His vocab isn't wildly complicated—you shouldn't be sending readers running to the dictionary—but nevertheless he sounds intelligent.

Pretend that in his heart he's constantly on the verge of giving a villainous monologue about how his evil plan will let him effortlessly conquer the world, and anything else he's doing—whether it's trying to impress a crush or ordering lunch at a fast food restaurant—is either a practice run for that villainous monologue or a distraction from being able to give it. His casual conversations will have that hint of grandiosity. He's going to be mildly irritated at anything that undercuts his grandiosity—it doesn't have enough style, doesn't have enough class. He'll jump on opportunities to gloat, to talk about his goals & plans, to talk down his enemies—to try to make himself sound good, basically.

And—this is super important—remember that he thinks he's evil and is proud of it. He's not one of those villains who believes he has a just or justifiable cause. He's also not one of those villains who is villainous out of spite/anger/vengeance. He says that he is evil and he is gleeful about it. Don't feel the need to give him sympathetic/understandable/justifiable motives for his actions, because he doesn't think he has any and he doesn't care. He's power-hungry and he's bad and he's having fun. He embraces it. Embrace it when you write him.

Alastor is 100% performative at all times. Imagine that at every moment he's speaking he sees himself as a radio talk show host sitting behind his desk with a packed studio audience and the knowledge that thousands more people are listening live. He's animated and exuberant because he's trying his damnedest at all times to be an entertaining host for that imaginary audience. That's his job: put on a good show for the audience.

So every comment is snappy and interesting, he always sounds upbeat and energetic. When he talks about himself and his own emotions, it never sounds confessional, intimate, or sincere; even if he's talking about something that's genuinely been a heavy psychological weight on him, he doesn't present it like that. He presents it like a guest on a talk show telling the host a funny anecdote about his life, or a comedian telling a story to the audience: even if the anecdote is about something miserable, it's presented as an interesting/entertaining story for the consumption of the audience.

(See: the jokey way he says, "Hahaha, why does anyone do anything? Sheer! Absolute! BOREDOM!" The woe-is-me faux drama when he says "My work became mundane, lacking focus, aimless!" Those straight up sound like two depression symptoms. His voice does not sound depressed.)

So he speaks in anecdotes, one-liners, punchy comments. There's going to be very little "uh-huh" or "mm-hmm" or grunts or sighs or other such wordless sounds—everything he says is going to sound crisp and carefully enunciated for the audience at home trying to listen in over the radio.

(And you can play with that as appropriate: I have his performativeness go down when he's having an actual intimate sincere moment, and I have it crank up wildly when he's uncomfortable, secretive, feeling vulnerable, etc., and he wants to hide that.)

Step five: remember their weird speech quirks!

Hiss! Sir Pentious has got his hiss. Now, listen to me very carefully: if choossse to write Sssir Pentiousss'sss ssspeech ssso that every sssingle sssibilant isss emphasssized jussst like ssso, I ssshall sssneak into your houssse in the middle of the night with a Sssharpie and ssscribble an angry faccce on your forehead.

This is the best essay I have ever read on writing accents. And one of the most important points in it is: don't misspell every word to phonetically match how the character sounds, because it's incomprehensible, silly, and gives readers headaches. That applies to Sir Pentious's hiss.

Now, I feel like you can give him SOME hissing. If there's a word or phrase HE's trying to emphasize—if he's talking Extra Fancy, or if he's spitting an insult at someone, or if he's just being more pretentious than usual. Example: if a hero sneaks into a villain's lair and the villain captures them, the villain might sarcastically say "so nice of you to join us!" When I hear Sir Pentious giving that line I hear his voice jump up on the first word, "so nice of you to join us!" So I could write that as "ssso nice of you to join us!" for that extra emphasis. I wouldn't write it as "ssso niccce of you to join usss!"

Also: you can just not write his hiss at all. That's valid, we'll still hear it in our heads. I don't write his hiss when I'm writing inside of his perspective because he doesn't hear himself doing it.

If you DO write his hiss though, remember that it's not just on the S's. Sometimes he over-emphasizes his H's as well or inserts them where they don't belong. ("hhell will be mine, h'and everyone will know the name of Sir—") That's harder to naturally write into dialogue than the S's, but if you're looking out for opportunities you might naturally stumble across one or two. At least remember to carry the hissed H's in your head.

Radio sounds! Alastor's dialogue is loaded down with radio sound effects—studio audience applause (and different kinds of applause for "applauding a stellar performance" versus "welcoming a guest onto the show"), studio audience laughter, little trumpet sounds, snatches of music, xylophone scales, telegram beeps, drum rolls, the screams of the damned—you know, normal things you might hear on the radio. And less clear things too: a thousand different static sounds, muffled voices like you might hear when passing through stations and getting near but not actually on the right station, garbled humming, little second-long clips of songs he heard earlier.

You don't want to CONSTANTLY talk about the sound effects he's making; but like, also, constantly talk about the sound effects he's making. Strike a balance. Good luck.

Get familiar with sound effects—listen to the radio and pay attention to the sound effects used in bumper messages, listen to the sounds in old game shows, listen to radio dramas, find guides by people who work on sound effects for radio and see what they do, browse sound effect sites to see what kind of categories are listed and that people look for. Alastor shouldn't sound like a radio drama, but you can steal sounds from that. If you can hear a sound but aren't sure what to call it, try looking up lists of similar sound effects for sale and just look at what terms they use in the file names to describe the sounds. (Obviously you don't want to buy a $50 folder containing 500 radio sound effects, but oftentimes you can still see the names of the files.)

And—again, from that essay I linked earlier—the characters don't complain about each other's voices in canon. If someone's going to comment on Alastor's radio noises, there has to be a good reason for it, because it's a divergence from the norm. (Like, I have Sir Pentious commenting on and asking questions about Alastor's radio sounds to show he's curious about/interested in Alastor and how his abilities work on a deeper level than just "oh yeah of course the radio demon makes radio sounds" and to show that he's absolutely not too intimidated by him to risk annoying him—and that's intended as a deliberate exception from the norm, to the extent that Alastor comments on it once.)

Musical numbers! Occasionally Alastor will burst into song. Unless you're desperate to try your hand as a lyricist, I recommend against actually writing full songs for him, for this reason: when we see Alastor's full song in the pilot, it sounds like he's singing, because he is and we can hear it. When we see a full song in a book or a fic, it sounds like somebody's reciting poetry, because we don't know the tune and we can't hear the song in our heads. And "giving a poetry recital" is a very different vibe from "singing a song."

What I do to get around this is, when I think Alastor oughta be singing, I just take a song that actually exists and have him sing that one, and then I can fling the link at readers. Go get familiar with pre-1933 popular songs. I recommend vaudeville and musical theater as easy sources to draw from because it more often tends to be snappy, energetic, and oftentimes humorous, which fits Alastor's vibe. I also don't quote the entire song, just a couple of relevant lines—so that within the fic itself it comes across like dialogue rather than like a poetry recital. If you HAVE to include the whole song, mix it in with actions, description, narration, etc, so that it can still be read as dialogue rather than like a solid block of poetry. He's not just standing in one spot unmoving while he sings, is he? No of course not, he's Alastor. Have him dance and do dumb stuff.

Step six: remember their weird accessories, mention them from time to time.

One of the streams that I don't feel like digging up says that Sir Pentious's hat's facial expressions mirror whatever Sir Pent is currently feeling, even if Sir Pent's own expression is less honest to his true feelings. Personally, I go with that—his hat is always showing his genuine emotions—unless it's off his head, in which case it can have its own separate emotions for a moment (such as: reacting to the fact that it's fallen off its owners head). It's completely psychically connected to him and so it's never going to have a separate/independent reaction to what's goin on, just mirror Sir Pent's. There are other ways to headcanon his hat and so other ways to write his hat but that's the way I do it.

Alastor's microphone cane occasionally talk. In the show we see it do that when Alastor specifically prompts it. We don't know if the cane is its own person or if it's more like a magic ventriloquist doll Alastor talks through in order to banter with himself. I treat it as like, 1/2 a person: it's a direct extension of Alastor, and it's got some low-level intelligence, but like intelligence on the level of a chat bot programmed to try to have conversations with people but that doesn't really think for itself. Since it's an extension of Alastor it doesn't really have any thoughts/knowledge that he doesn't, but it's got a slightly snippier/crankier personality, and it might on very rare occasions say things that Alastor like, knows on a subconscious/instinctive level but is consciously denying. Its primary function is to give Alastor the reply he's looking for when he says something he wants a reply to, or to set him up for a snappy one-liner he wants to make but is unable to make unless someone else says JUST the right thing first. Again, there are other ways to headcanon/write his cane, but that's the way I do it.

Also Alastor has living shadows, one of which might be his own shadow, but like, I always forget about them so I don't do anything with them. It's fine it's cool it only shows up during musical numbers anyway.

Step seven: remember their body language.

Sir Pentious's overall body language is, unsurprisingly, pretty serpentine—he's got some wiggles, he's got some dramatic bends that show off his flexibility—and also rather elegant, or at least making a show of looking elegant. At least when he's busy posing in between doing actual work. And he likes playing with his bow tie.

Alastor's gestures are big and theatrical and his arms are always going everywhere.

However, that's not the part of their body language I want to talk about! That's the normal stuff! I'm here for the weird stuff!

Hood! Sir Pentious's hood is basically always flaring out and flattening down and flaring out and flattening down. (And I do headcanon it as a hood—just fraying along the bottom—not as hair. Every time I see fanart that treats it as hair and they braid it or put it up in a bun or whatever I have a moment where I picture his hood shredded up the length into strips and go "OH GOD, OH GOD.") Like, do not constantly describe every single time his hood flares, because it's every five seconds. But don't leave it out by any means. Pick important moments. Make sure it actually adds to the scene.

Eyes! In canon there's a few shots where we can see that Sir Pent's many many eyes move and blink, and they ten to look toward whatever Sir Pent is focused on. It seems likely that they work. If you want to say they work you totally can. I say they work. If you're gonna say they work, keep in mind what kind of field of view that gives him, and keep in mind what you can do with that knowledge. Like, if he's sitting at a dinner table with someone to discuss some kind of skeevy underground business deal and the other person slowly pulls out a gun under the table and points it at him, he's going to see that gun with his knee-height eyes and be able to kick that dude's whole chair over with his tail. 

Smile! Alastor's single most defining character trait is the fact that he's always smiling. The terrified sinners that named him the Radio Demon should've named him Smiley McSmiles. Therefore, there is no need to tell readers that he's smiling. They'll be like, "of course he's smiling. He's Alastor. We're not stupid." However, it's a good idea to mention from time to time that he's smiling, because like, Alastor's single most defining character trait is the fact that he's always smiling. And when it's that constant, it helps to occasionally bring it up to like, maintain that continuity, maintain that sense of the fact that his smile is always there. So you've gotta strike that balance between "don't just keep telling the readers that Alastor is still smiling because you don't need to tell them that" and "mention his smile from time to time." The way I do that is like, mentioning his smile in conjunction with other things, usually as an indication of his mood. Whereas with other characters you'd show changes in their expression by going "he smiled," "he frowned," "he grimaced in disgust," with Alastor you'd say like "his perpetual smile stretched wider into a more genuine one" or "he pressed his lips together as his smile thinned" or "he fought to keep smiling through the disgust"—that way, you're not telling readers that Alastor is smiling, it's something you're mentioning in the process of telling readers something different and more important about his mood.

Step seven: remember this ain't TV. Keep in mind the difference between how they sound when they’re talking out loud on screen and how they’ll sound when they’re just text in a fic.

To get their voice across, you might have to exaggerate some things in written dialogue that you wouldn’t in spoken dialogue. For instance, Sir Pentious doesn’t always have vocab that makes him sound like a pretentious, sophisticated supervillain. Sometimes he says “No other demon can compare to the likes of I!” but then sometimes he says “You wanna go, missy?” When he says that the latter line in the show, he still sounds pretentious, because his VA is still using his pretentious-sounding voice. In writing, there is no voice. Most readers KNOW what his voice sounds like, and if you’re writing close enough to his voice they’ll be able to hear it; but it’s going to be harder for them to hear it if you have him saying words that go against what his voice sounds like and they aren’t actually simultaneously hearing his voice IRL saying those words.

So, while “You wanna go, missy?” works on screen when we can hear the contrast between his voice and the dialogue, if that scene was written instead, it’d be easier to get his voice across with “Do you want to go, missy?” because it still has the unexpected/humorous casualness of “missy” in there but making the rest of the sentence very formal preserves Sir Pent’s pretentious speaking style.

Step eight: keep in mind that the question I'm answering is "how do you write sir pent and alastor," not "how should sir pent and alastor be written," so feel free to toss out anything that doesn't work for you.

#hazbin hotel #sir pentious #alastor #about my writing #anonymous #ask

[secretsfromwholecloth]

Deadfire, day 10.

It’s a little odd to hear Edér in the DLCs occasionally address the Watcher as “Watcher”. I don’t remember him doing that much if at all before.

I don’t know why I didn’t get the quest to fetch the Titan’s Heart at the same time as all the others, but I guess I’m taking an extra trip back to Neketaka. Well, if there’s any way to get the thing without being caught stealing and having to murder everyone in Wakoyo’s office, this is the playthrough to discover it.

Answer: I thought there wasn’t and I would just have to get murdering, but then I stole the thing and didn’t get caught? Huh. I’ll take it!

Either rogues are ridiculously powerful or I’m getting less bad at the combat in this game, because so far the fights I was afraid of and kicked down the difficulty for have been hilariously, “maybe I ought to try them on Relaxed next time” easy. Mind, I’ll probably regret all my life choices if I actually do that.

So, stick around to level up people’s soulbound gear a bit more? Yeah, I think so. Nice of the game to make all the arena fights repeatable.

This is the first playthrough where I bothered using traps, so I only just now got the achievement for using five of them. Which is the last one I’m ever likely to get, looking at what’s left.

Either Edér is impervious to just about everything or I’m picking the wrong fights, because his shield needs him to get hit with afflictions to level up, and it’s not going very quickly.

All right, Anlaf and Konstanten are done with their pieces, and Edér will have plenty more opportunities. Time to pack it in and get started on The Forgotten Sanctum.

If you heard a faint squeeing noise just now, that was me.

Sadly for me, with a Watcher with no support abilities, I can’t bring both Rekke and Aloth along; one of them will have to cede their spot to a healer. So which will it be? Neither is the star of the DLC, but they both got a lot of love from it; Aloth got a lot of attention in the early and mid-game but hasn’t been in the party for a while now, whereas I just had Rekke along for much of BoW and all of SSS, but that was the first time I actually used him. You know what, I think I’ll keep Rekke, and our new and improved ranged-weapon-using Xoti can be the healer. I don’t think I’ve ever brought her along for TFS—even Oriol tore himself from her side to get Rekke, Fassina, and Aloth into the party.

Grinning all through Tayn’s introductory conversation, as usual. I like Tayn. He’s the same kind of fuckup I am, just slightly less of one.

Oh gods, the drug trip. Edér and Rekke’s lines are classic, but I do wish Fassina had something to say for herself there.

I’d say Tayn and Edér need to be friends, but no, they absolutely do not need to be friends. There’s no way that ends well for Eora.

Is...oh no. Xoti? Are you starting a screaming argument with Edér? Is that what this is?

Oh. No, this isn’t a screaming argument, this is something entirely different. Xoti, you said you were over him. Was that a lie to try and get Anlaf into your bunk, or did you get over him and then get un-over him? (There’s a pun in here somewhere about getting under him, but the whole point of this exchange is that she hasn’t and wants to.)

You know, 27-year-old Xoti calling 37-year-old Edér “a little old” is an absolutely valid opinion, but my experience and the norms of my ethnic community right on up to my mother’s generation leave me eyebrowing a bit. (Disclosure: I’m 36 myself, which may or may not be influencing my view of this.)

I’m just going to sit here and have feelings about the presence of the “Hands off. Edér’s mine.” option, though Anlaf certainly won’t be taking that one. (Clelia and Eiheune never got this conversation, but even if they had, that wouldn’t have been their reaction—Clelia would’ve whistled for the rest of the OT4 to witness the possible new addition to the polycule, and Eiheune would’ve shrugged and been like, that’s between you two, I’ll talk to him about it later.)

I’m very bad at portraying romance, yes. But I’m far worse at portraying monogamy.

The “Have you shown him your...charms?” option? No. No, don’t. She’ll actually go and do it. Possibly right here in front of two archmages, three imps, the rest of the party, and a bunch of mysterious tentacles.

Xoti’s story about trying to catch him half-asleep and then get him drunk into the bargain to lower his resistance = XOTI NO. Her getting a couple of approval bumps from Edér for telling it in a jokey way is just the icing on the fucked-up cake here.

And you know, I gave her enough time with Maia that they started throwing up romance banters, so I officially wash my hands of Xoti’s love life.

Anyway. I was heading to the Archives before I got sidetracked, right? Right.

...no, I apparently do not have a sufficiently ridiculous Mechanics score to pick the lock without dispelling the illusion first.

I’ve got some feelings about the note from Galven Regd about how everything we know about the War of Black Trees is a lie.

And some very different feelings about the manual for the flesh construct controller. If there’s one part of this series that’s ripe for kinkshaming, it’s this DLC. :D

I’m letting Rekke knock over all the book piles, because he seems to find it funniest out of everyone in the party. You’re welcome, kiddo.

I’m going to pronounce “Llengrath” with initial /ɬ/ and no one can stop me.

Oh, the mycelium in the Central Stacks. “The fungus shivers at your blow. Possibly in pleasure.” Yep, kinkshaming time.

The only inconvenient thing about giving Xoti a ranged weapon is that she hangs back too far from the front lines for her Circle of Protection to cover the melee squad. Protecting Fassina is better than nothing, but still.

Do you really think I’m not going to lick the runes when given the opportunity?

Sure, Rekke, go ahead and lick them too if you want.

So, Xoti, that Waidwen’s a cutie, isn’t he? The sort you might write erotic fiction about if you were that way inclined? You, uh, wouldn’t know anything about this book here, would you?

I can’t read “A True and Accurate Account of the Ten’s Final Stand” without having it in the back of my mind that Edér was 17 when the Godhammer went off. Seventeen! Imagining him as a skinny kid with only one-third of a clue what he’s doing, becoming Divine King of the Dyrwood or whatever the fuck and going to his death on that bridge...yeesh, it’s painful enough to think about Waidwen, who was at least a grown man when it all went down.

Oh, hello, fungus Llengrath. Ahem. It’s rude to stare, you know. Even if the eyeball falls off and rolls away afterwards.

Fyonlecg, I do enjoy listening to your VA, but you’re being very tedious right now. You and your creepy remote-controlled worm body.

The archmages’ opining on the Hand Occult falls squarely into Does This Remind You Of Anything territory, heh.

I love hearing Concelhaut complaining about everything. And you can’t do a godsdamned thing about any of it, you horrible old skull.

And I’m just going to sit here and have a metric fuckton of feelings about Bekarna, while I’m at it.

And there’ll be more fun stuff in the morning, it’s rather late.

#pillars of eternity #deadfire #watcher Anlaf

[shawnshoooodies]

Handsome stranger

You felt dumb, dumb and betrayed. You thought you finally found the one, the one you could love endlessly and vice versa. Turns out you were wrong, again. That having your loyalty was just a game. The moment you saw the messages from Ben, Toms best friend, about when he wanted is money from the bet, you know something was wrong. And when you figured it al out, it broke your hard into a million pieces. You checked your watch, it was already 11 pm, and you were sitting on a cold metal bench in the middle of Amsterdam. It was getting colder and the only thing keeping you warm was your jeans jacket. The only thing you wore underneath was a thin shirt and some sweats, not counting on the fact you had to leave the apartment at this hour. The second he told you, you didn’t want to spend even a minute longer there. You grabbed your bag and ran away, as far as you could. Your shame was to big to go back to your parents, telling them they were right all along, that Tom was not a good guy. And even if you would want to go there, they lived 90 minutes away, and the next train would probably be around 6 AM. Even though you only had one beer, you still felt a little tipsy. You couldn’t think straight.

You saw couples and groups of friends passing you by on their way to the bars of Amsterdam, ready to enjoy there free friday night. Amsterdam was beautiful at night time, little lights everywhere. You almost forgot all your worries, till you realized why you were here again. What were you gonna do? You had no one in Amsterdam to fall back at. You started losing hope. And after some time, a random guy came to sit next to you. Which was weird, since there was an empty bench not even a few meters from this one away. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” He said, probably to you, since there wasn’t anyone around who he could be talking to you. You turned your head to him, seeing him stare at the square were al the party people were enjoying their friday night. He looked cute and innocent. Your parents always told you, to never talk to a stranger. They could be a weird creep, who wanted to kidnap you. You smiled a little. The thought of your parents knowing this was happening, you, alone, on the square in amsterdam, where everyone was getting drunk, almost talking to a stranger while you just had a bear, in the middle of the night. They’d probably kill you. “What is?” you asked curious, not really sure were he was referring to. “Amsterdam, al the lights, people having fun, its amazing.” he said, turning his head to you with a smile. He was cute. like really cute.

You looked at him and smiled back. “yeah.” You replied back with a smile. He really was right, it was beautiful.

“So what is a pretty girl like you doing here all alone? You know that isn’t really that save right?” You giggled for no reason, just the irony. “Why would you ask? planning on kidnapping me?” He smiled. “Just curious, i mean you don’t look that happy.” You tried to keep your smile on your face, which was, by now, the hardest job ever. A tear starting running over your cheek. You wiped it away immediately. But it was to late, he saw. “Can i ask you what's wrong?” he asked with a worried face. You chuckled. “I don’t even know you.” He smiled to you and said: “The more reason there is to talk to me.” He had a point, you know he did. He was a random stranger. He didn’t even know you. “I broke up with my boyfriend.” You eventually said. “oh, i’m sorry.” You giggled and replied. “Why would you be sorry? It’s not like you just said you loved me because of a bet. or just used me for sex. So don’t be sorry please. It's fine.” by now, tears were running all over your cheeks. You couldn’t control yourself anymore. He kept quiet. “Sounds like a dick.” You smiled a little through your tears. “He was.” “is” he replied. “he is a dick. Otherwise you wouldn’t be sitting here.” You laughed. “so handsome stranger, whats your story? why are you sitting here?” You asked him. He smirked. “handsome stranger huh?” He looked at you, and hold his hand up. You shaked it. “Its Shawn, but Handsome stranger sounds great.” You laughed at his silly comments. “y/n. But don’t ignore my question, i shared my embarrassing story, now share yours, why the sad lonely looks?” He did look sad and lonely for such a handsome guy. “Just… things.” he replied with a sad look. “things? that's all i get?” “Hey did i sign a contract or something? i don’t owe you my life story, it's unimportant anyway.” he chuckled. “We don’t even know each other, so talk to me.” You said to him with a smirk, reminding him of how he convinced you to talk. He sighed. “My girlfriend dumped me by text.” He said with pain in his face. “ouch. She sounds like a bitch” He smiled a little. “She is, i just don’t wanna know it. And because we didn’t tell anyone we were in a relationship, she is gonna deny it to anyone.” You frowned. “wait you lost me, who is everyone?” He slicked. “Just, people.” You laughed. “Why are you laughing? Do you think its that funny.” shawn asked with a hurt expression. “Its not you, it's just.. this. We are sitting on a bench in Amsterdam at freaking midnight. We both have big broken hearts, and you are like ‘vague boy’ over here.” He reacted with a semi-mad face. “ hey i told you what kind of happened, that counts.” by now you two were lauging out loud. The whole situation is weirder than you thought it ever could be. Than suddenly your phone started ringing. You totally even forgot you had it with you. You grabbed your bag from between your feet and took your phone out. When you looked at your screen you saw it was ‘baby’. Looking at your phone took you straight back to reality. “baby? Let me guess. didn’t had time to change his name yet.” You kept quiet. it hurt. “It is the dick right?” Shawn asked. You nodded. “Here let me take it.” and before you could even respond, Shawn took the phone out of your hands, answered it, and put it on speaker. “y/n? thank god baby you picked up, i’m so sorry, please say where you are and i’ll pick you up.” You heard Tom speaking throught the phone. And you would be lying to yourself if you said it didn’t break your heart. Shawn knew this, don’t ask him how, but he did. He wanted to cheer you up, and he succeeded. “I’m sorry sir, but this is the assistant of Y/N. She can’t come to the phone right now, anything i can give through?” He kept his face straight the whole time, while you were keeping your laugh in as a crazy person. Shawn smiled at you when he saw the laugh on your face.“The fuck who are you?” Tom asked. “Like i said sir, this is y/n’s assistant. Can i do anything for you?” “what the fuck dude, just.. You now what, nevermind, whatever. The fuck man.” And than he ended the call. You started laughing so hard, people on the other side of the square started laughing at you. Again, it wasn’t just Shawn, pretending to be your personal assistant. It was the whole situation. A random stranger named Shawn, just pretend to be a personal assistant to your ex boyfriend, who just dumped you, you have been chatting with Shawn, on a bench, in the middle of Amsterdam. This was probably the dumbest thing you've ever done, but you didn’t even care. Shawn laughed with you, probably more about you than with you, but he laughed. And it was great having someone laughing with you. After your giggles started to cool down a little, you suddenly realized you were getting cold. Who blames you , since it was already 12:30 am. Suddenly Shawn stood up from the bench. “I think i should go, gotta get up early tomorrow, you have a place where i can walk you to?” Shawn asked friendly. Suddenly you remembered al the things that happened the past couple of hours, and you started smiling sadly. “You don’t?” he asked confused. “But where have you.. oooh right.”he suddenly came to the realisation that Tom was your only place to stay. “Well, you can come with me?” You looked up, not really sure if the thing he just suggested would be the dumbest thing to do for a 20 year old girl. “uh, i don’t know..” “Y/n, you realize sitting here on your own is even more dangerous.” You realize he had a point. a very good one. Shawn looked like a good guy, he had something familiar, you just couldn’t really put your finger on it. He reached his hand out to you. “i have a hotel room in the hotel over there. it just has one bed, but it a king size, you have completely your own space.” A hotel, what could go wrong in a hotel?. You took his hand and he smiled, pulling you up and walking over to the hotel.

After some minutes you arrived at the Hilton hotel. “Wait, you sleep here?” You asked, it was kind of hard to believe that the random stranger slept here, he looked so normal. “yes” he said like it was the most normal thing in the world.

After you guys took the elevator, you arrived at Shawns gigantic suite. “Damn, you sleep here al by yourself? This is gigantic.” Shawn chuckled. “Yeah i like it to.” He took of his jacket threw it on the chair in the middle of the room.

“I’ll take a quick shower, or do you wanna freshen up first?” Shawn asked you while standing in front of a door thats probably leading to the bathroom. “oh no its fine, you go take a shower.” “okay, the remote is probably on the nightstand, make yourself at home.” He said with a smile. he walked into the bathroom and closed the door. You walked to the middle of the room since you still were standing in front of the room door. Everything was so extra, it was awesome. You’ve never been to a hotel like this, with such luxury. And the bed was gigantic. unbelievable. You sat down on the end of the bed, and took your phone out of your bag.

You have 3 missed calls and 10 messages

Baby: Y/n its not what it looks like

Baby: i swear i can explain

Baby: please come back

Baby: y/n where tf are you??

Baby: Who is that dude who took the call

Baby: Fucking hell where did you go?

Baby: Are you at your parents?

Baby: please don’t tell them what happened

Baby: its not what you think, really

Baby: i’ll come and pick you up at your parents

Baby: please be there..

Fuck, you got yourself in trouble. if your parents would found out about any of this, they would make your life a living hell. The message was send about a hour ago, which meant you still had like 30 minutes before hell burns down. Explaining your parents you were in bed with a midnight stranger wouldn’t really improve the situation. You sight. “Just let it be y/n, you’ll be fine.” You told yourself quietly, hoping it would cool you down a little before handsome guy would be done showering. And if it was on que, there he was. “Are you okay?” You scared up, not realizing he was already done freshing himself up, and when you saw him you realized he wasn’t yet. “I'm sorry you have to see this, but i forgot to take some clean clothes with me.” Oh you didn't mind, really. He stood in the door opening of the bathroom, a towel casually knotted around his waist. But just low enough to see his V-line and a little scarf. It was cute but so damn hot. “Don’t worry about it.” you told him with a little smile. You looked at him, and he looked back, and it took him exactly two seconds to realize you felt like crap. “Y/n are you alright?” He asked with a worried look on his face. He took a few steps into the direction off the bed. A tear escaped your eye. “i’m fine” you said while quickly wiping the tear away. “No you’re not, what happened?” he asked, still looking worried. He sat down next to you, on the end of the bed. Still with the towel knodded around his waist. “Tom is on his way to my parents, and if they found out what happened, and where i am now, they’ll end me, i just can imagine how mad they’d be.” More tears started streaming from your eyes, and you keep your head down. It was just now that you realised how messed up this al was, Tom was your whole life. You did everything with that guy. And now, everything is just gone. “y/n you are not the one who should be worried about that, he should. When he arrives at your parents he is the one who has to explain the situation, and i don’t think your parents would be too pleased by that.” He strokes your shoulder. You can feel his eyes starring at you and you look up, right in his eyes. “Everything will be ok, i promise.” And with just that one look, you felt save and calm. Two emotions you almost forgot that existed. Two emotions you hadn’t experienced for the last couple of years.

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#shawn #mendes #shawn mendes imagine #shawn mendes #imagine #love #story #stories #au #oneshot #music #if i cant have you #theres nothing holding me back #mercy

[mr-lancers-english-class]

Waiting to Die Part 3

Waiting to Die Part 3!

AO3 isn’t working for me, but I’ll update when it is.

Word Count: 1916

Sam didn’t go to school the next day. She had woken up with a massive headache, and when her mother checked, a perfectly normal temperature of 97° (for Sam that was absurdly high, but Pamela didn’t know that). As a mature and responsible high school junior who was definitely totally worried about getting good enough grades to get into a good college, she spent all day texting Danny and Tucker. She tried using Discord, but after twenty messages with no responses, Sam remembered that first, the school wifi had recently gone on another purge and now blocked any sight deemed “games” or “personal” or “messaging,” and second, Danny had English Literature and Tucker had Statistics and neither teacher was particularly forgiving when it came to phones. After watching half of a movie and knitting a hat, she tried again, this time via text.

SM: Am I missing anything good?

TF: No

DF: Yes

TF: Definitely not

DF: Wes has decided that Tucker’s a ghost

SM: But…

SM: He is. Is that news?

TF: Ha ha

SM: I’m here all week, folks

DF: Lancer gave me your homework. We’re starting presentations next week, and we all need to make an outline for next class

SM: I thought only six people are presenting?

DF: Yeah, but we don’t know which six, and I think Lancer’s gonna pick based on the outlines

Sam groaned. She had not enjoyed reading The Great Gatsby, and did not want to have to think about the book any more, much less give a ten minute presentation.

SM: Well fuck

TF: Lol

TF: That’s what you get for taking Lit honors

DF: Moderately jealous

SM: You did this to yourself, Fenton

He had. Where her parents had made her take the hardest courses, his parents often didn’t even realize he was at school, much less think about his course load.

TF: Sooooo……… how’re you doing?

SM: My head hurts and I have a fever

DF: How high?

SM: 97 F

DF: That’s not good

SM: I know

DF: Aren’t you normally like a 93?????

SM: Yeah

TF: When do you start melting?

DF: Dude!!!

SM: Right under 100

DF: You don’t ask somebody when they start melting!!!!!

DF: But Sam, if you get up to 98, let me know and take an ice bath

DF: I don’t want to have to explain to your parents why you’re missing and there’s a puddle of ectoplasm in your room

SM: That’s fair

TF: Gtg. Tetslaff is yelling at me for not changing out

SM: Good luck! Don’t die!

DF: He should be fine…. Right?

SM: Nope

Suddenly, Sam straightened up. Her hair started to float up around her head and the air smelled a lot cleaner. She sighed, and climbed out of bed.

SM: Ghost. I’ll text you when i’m done

DF: Valerie just “went to the bathroom”

SM: Got it

DF: Be safe! You’re still sick

Sam pulled her hair back into a quick ponytail, stuffed a pillow under her sheets and turned the lights off to keep her mother and father from noticing anything, and shuffled over to the window.

“Well then, guess I’ll die.” As her voice trailed off, the two rings split around her waist, and she transformed. Immediately, she staggered and fell against the wall. “Oh, no no no. Not good. Come on, Sam. Just one ghost. You got this, you got this.” She quickly turned her arm intangible and reached through her wall, grabbing the Fenton Thermos and Fenton Wrist Ray she kept there. Danny had been both building and stealing his parents weapons since the Trio first started fighting ghosts, leading to the rather sizeable hidden collection they now maintained. Aside from the three other guns and extra thermos in her walls, Sam had stuffed an arsenal into the school walls, her locker, Danny and Tucker’s locker, her car, an old oak tree in the park, the library bathroom, and the Nasty Burger.

“Alright, let’s do this.” She attached the Wrist Ray to her left hand and the Thermos to her belt as she phased through the wall. It only took her a minute of meandering up Main Street to find a trail of small craters and broken bricks, and only a few more seconds to find Skulker.

“Ah, Ghost Child! You are here, which means I can-”

“Cutting you short there, buddy. I’m sick. I need to be home sleeping. I don’t have time to deal with your whole ‘Kill the Whelp! Take the Whelp’s pelt and hang it on my wall! Argh! bullshit. Can we just call it a draw and you head back to the Ghost Zone?”

“Never! I shall be victorious in this hunt-”

“Dude, seriously. You never win. Like, never. Not once. I’m giving you one chance to go home. The Red Huntress is gonna be here two minutes ago, and she’s not as nice as I am. Can you please just go away?”

“You are weakened. That means I shall-”

Skulker was cut off and thrown spinning backwards in the air as a missile hit him square in the chest. Sam groaned and dodged to the side as Valerie shot by her. She popped up, and almost went crashing to the ground just as fast, her vision fuzzy and darkening. She watched as Valerie went zipping around, peppering Skulker with rockets and plasma blasts and the occasional sideswipe with her hoverboard. If she hadn’t been on the verge of falling, Sam would have taken a moment to appreciate Valerie’s skill. Sam had never seen her equal. Back when they had dated for a month in freshman year, back before either of them knew what they were doing as ghost and ghost hunter, Danny and Tucker were convinced Sam was better. Having seen Valerie in action (and having been on the receiving end of that action more times than she would have cared for and thankfully not recently) Sam knew that, if it weren’t for her plant powers and preference for negotiation over confrontation, Valerie would have long surpassed her. As it was, most ghosts just needed a few kind words, directions to a natural portal, or a weekly shipment of boxes.

“Take that, ghost!” Valerie’s shout jolted Sam back to the present, right in time to fall into the road. She sat up as Skulker crashed a few feet away.

“I shall have your skin, huntress!” Skulker roared, clawing out of the new crater.

“I already told you, Skulker, go away!” Sam planted her hands on the ground, and let her powers loose. In seconds, vines and roots began to spring from the ground, breaking through the asphalt and wrapping themselves around Skulker’s suit.

“No! I will not be defeated by a tree!”

“It’s poison ivy right now, thank you very much, and yes, you will.” Sam pulled at the vines with her mind, and they brought the metal suit crashing into the ground. Skulker’s head popped off and rolled away, his little feet kicking frantically at nothing.

“And in you go,” Valerie laughed as she pulled out her own thermos and sucked in the head, as well as the rest of the armor. “That wasn’t too bad, eh?”

Sam smiled weakly. “Not too bad.” Valerie nodded back, her mask hiding any emotions. The two girls had come to a tentative truce at the end of sophomore year, and had been getting more comfortable with each other ever since. Sam had even gotten a burner phone so Valerie could call her at any time. She hadn’t yet, but it was the thought that counted.

“Hey, you good?”

“Mostly. Just a little under the weather.”

“Aren’t you dead?” Sam turned abruptly to glare at Valerie “Ack, wait, that came out wrong. Sorry. I just, well, I didn’t think you could get sick.”

“Oh,” Sam’s face relaxed. “Yeah, neither did I. But, here I am.”

“You should go rest.”

“I’m planning on it.”

“Like, right now. Go back to the Ghost Zone. I can take care of things here, at least for a few days. Besides, if I need any help, you have a phone number for a reason.”

Sam sighed. “Okay. Don’t die, Huntress.” She lifted off the ground a little.

“You too, Wraith.” Sam chuckled at the mention of her ghost half’s name as she flew shakily away. Valerie sped off in the other direction with the small hope that maybe she would make it back in time for the end of class.

“Now, back home I go. Slowly, very slowly,” Sam said to nobody. “Very, very slowly. Don’t want to collapse, don’t want to fall.” She faltered above the buildings. “I’m gonna set myself down right there, because falling hurts a lot. That is more power than I’ve used in a while. That was more power than I meant to use.” Sam set herself down in the middle of the road, and glanced back at where the fight had just gone down. Vines were everywhere. A few were still growing, twisting up to the sky. The entire road was blocked, along with half of the sidewalk.

“That is way more power than I thought.” Sam turned away from the destruction and pulled out her burner phone. She wasn’t sure how, but once she clipped it to her belt, the phone was always there when she transformed.

“Where is it… there it is.” She speed dialed the fire department. “Yes, hello?”

“Amity Park Fire Department Non-Emergency line. How can I help?” The operator on the other side of the phone sounded too cheery.

“Hi, yeah, it’s the Wraith.”

“Oh, hi! How are you? It’s been so long!”

“I’m pretty good, Sharon, you?”

“It’s good, it’s good. Nothing’s burned down recently.” Sharon, the operator, laughed.

“That’s good. So, I made a bit of a mess…”

“Just now?”

“Uh huh. Skulker showed up on Main Street.”

“Is everyone okay? Do I need to get an ambulance? A firetruck? The police? Did you burn something down?” Sharon’s voice rose an octave as lots of scrambling and thudding was heard through the phone.

“Nothing’s burned, Sharon, and nobody’s hurt. No police or ambulances necessary. Just a lot of vines in the middle of the road.”

“Can’t you undo them?”

“To be honest, I don’t know how. I was hoping, if there’s some extra people at the station, you could send some to burn them down?”

“You said in the middle of the road?”

“Yeah, they’re growing through the road. And a few on the sidewalk. And they’re poison ivy. Sorry.” Sam winced.

“I’ll send a crew down. Main Street?”

“Yeah, right in front of the mayor’s office.”

“Okie dokie. Sounds good. And thank you!”

Sharon hung up before Sam could respond. The woman was nice, and Sam liked talking to her. She almost never got to, but Sharon didn’t know anything about her other than their phone calls and the news, so when they did talk, Sam enjoyed the outside opinion and caring voice.

“And now, all the way home. You got this Sam. You got this.” She continued walking, slowly and shakily.

It took her another half hour to walk to her house, and then three minutes to muster the strength to fly up to her window and phase through. She wasn’t sure when she had transformed back, but a quick glance in the mirror told her Sam Manson was lying on her bed and not the Wraith. She sighed lightly, and drifted off to sleep.

#danny fenton #sam manson #tucker foley #valerie gray #phic phight #phic phight 19 #inverse trio au #plant core au

[mysmedrabbles]

Fourth of July with the RFA

Happy fourth of July to my American followers!! Sorry this was written so quick I got this idea like 5 seconds ago and I have plans for today whoops not the best time.idk why jumins is always the longest tf?

!!!Said RFA member and mc are in America for summer holidays with an American MC!!!

Enjoy!~

-mod alex

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Jumin

-when you told him you were planning a party for the fourth he got excited

-mainly bc he knows how classy most of your parties turn out

-when he shows up to a barbecue grill out with tiki torches, too much beer, something called a “sloppy joe” and 99 cent store American flag streamers he’s more than confused and slightly appalled

-also because hes literally wearing his best suit to a backyard bash

-finds a way to look more casual (you know, taking off the jacket, rolling up his sleeves, no tie, shirt slightly unbuttoned, aaaand now im nosebleeding)

-at first doesnt understand why the heCK there are sloppy joes its a mystery to us all

- is his normal charming self with your relatives you better watch out, that pervy cousin is making eyes at jumin

-makes a speech about american independence bc hes an extra lil shit and ends it with, “so therefore, if the british had never given america independence...i wouldve never met the love of my life. Happy fourth of july.”

-everyones drunk tho so no one really heard that but you and the one overemotional 4′5 aunt who cries at everything

-sitting on the grass and watching the fireworks show

-him putting his jacket around you when you get cold, you just leaning your head on his shoulder as he kisses the top of your head

-he doesnt understand sloppy joes but likes spending time with your family

Jaehee

-vaguely knows what its about

-buys you red white and blue flowers

-you guys go with your family to a local festival

-going on a merry go round together? you betcha

-going on a ferris wheel? ofc. kissing her every time the ferris wheel booth you guys are in goes up bc shes mildly scared of heights? y e s

-you guys eat some of the weirdest things, like fried butter? bacon and maple donuts? sloppy joes? fried cotton candy?

-playing the expensive festival games that are obviously rigged

-little did they know that baehee had prepared for this moment by practicing devil tricks with multiple youtube videos lmao

-she wins you a small stuffed panda and you cherish it forever

-walking around with her, hand in hand around the festival

-getting red white and blue streaks painted on your guys’ face

-kissing under the fireworks

Yoosung

-is so excited for this holiday

-i mean he loves all holidays but hes never experienced the horror fun of an American holiday

-you guys buy some wacky red white and blue sunglasses with “Fourth of July” written on top as well as those obnoxiously tall fluffy America flag hats (yall know what im going on about)

-”look honey! a fourth of july sale!” “yoosung, love, its the fourth Walmart we've passed they all have sales”

-trying various themed recipes together (granted since youre here for holiday and are at your parents, your younger sibling often intervenes)

-"moooooommm mc and her boyfriend are kissing in the kitchen againnnnn"

-him back-hugging you as you stir fry some shit idk cooking lingo all I eat is doritos and ramen

-kissing your shoulder as you finish making the decor on the America themed cake

-him getting along great with your family and fitting right in

-it seems so natural, how easily he smiles and cracks jokes with your parents

-wants to help with the barbeque but thats your thing to do and you will stand by that

-him buying you roses

-both of you guys playing tag with your younger siblings and cousins you guys lost

-when the fireworks start he probably yells out a scream from shock

-flinches every time one of them goes off so you guys go inside and move the couch so that youre still facing outside but the door is shut so no noise

-making out when it gets dark

-he tastes like cake and strawberries

-with the fireworks in the back y'all look like youre in a disney movie

Seven

-stay in watching documentaries on the revolutionary war

-you guys just mute it at one point and he starts doing silly voice overs for the show

- “I’m mad at some dudes so I’ll lift up my hat at you while I row away with these big guns and all your husbands and sons hrrrrrr”

-eating red white and blue candy and drinking an inhumane amount of Dr.Pepper

-you drag him outside to the park to watch fireworks that the neighbors are throwing

- “look theres one!!” “ah did you see that one??” “that one was so pretty!” “damn you just missed a really big one”

-you guys would hang out in the park until three am just enjoying each others company

-yall would probably go on the kids playground and goof off, playing on the swings, going down the like,,, three foot long slide, just being little kids

-any holiday is the best holiday with him

Zen

-he sings the star spangled banner 😂

-he's got an amazing voice but youre p aure hes holding the last note just to show off

-you guys buy matching tshirts that say "sloppy joes come and get some this is AmErICa" with a picture of childish gambino dabbing bet you wished it said smtn abt sloppy joes now huh

-going down to the beach for the day

-getting one of those giant donut rafts and just chillin together y'all better hope you aint on the west coast w one of those

-a tickle war breaks out, resulting in you falling off the raft

-zen dramatically "saving you" its like 6ft of water people cmon

-him giving you mouth to mouth cpr even tho you dont need it so basically y'all are just making out

-going to a local restaurant for sloppy joes burgers and fries

-new drinking game: every time I say sloppy joes , take a drink

-going on the boardwalk at sunset and watching the fireworks from the cruise ships

-he cant stop staring at how gorgeous you look, staring at the fireworks like theyre magic

-cant help himself from kissing you

-late night pretzels

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