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thegnomelord · 2 months

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was thinking about drawing Ifrit from "Hell has a basement floor" and had some headcanons on his appearance.

on one hand i was thinking to make him tall and burly, built big to store all the mana and power he has, make him built like a volcano.

on the other.... what if and hear me out.... Ifrit.... skinny. tall and gangly, long limbs, underfed, outlines of bones poking out from underneath the skin, sunken eyes for that extra unsettling factor. besides magic does have a cost. maybe it's just your body that needs to be exchanged.

now i thought of the second hc because tall and skinny isn't exactly associated with the kind of brute force Ifrit has but he's still strong even if his lifestyle is gonna put him in an early grave. now imagine when he's finally part of tf 141 they notice that he's not very well in the food and weight department for his height and the amount of energy he spends so... they start feeding him (especially Price and Soap because protect and care hoard/pack)......

i've also been getting into the trope where characters gain weight as a sign of health and living a better life. so yeah tell me what you think

and maybe share your hcs on Ifrits appearance because i don't want to butcher your creation on accident

Okay 1: you have no idea how happy it makes me when I hear ppl want to draw fan art of my stuff :DD, internally I'm like that dog video where the dogs happily tapping his paws lol bc he can't contain his excitement lol. And also yeah, I'm a huge sucker for the trope and your little idea with Price amd Soap tickles my brain.

And 2: man you did some mind reading bc your hcs are actually very close to what I've made up for the lore of the whole au. While I want to overall leave Ifrit's body type ambiguous to give readers some space to imagine themselves in Ifrit's place, Ifrit is 100% underweight with more of a volleyball/basketball player type build, as mages focus on stamina and endurance rather than raw strength bc that can be augmented with magic. Also has stretch marks because their weight fluctuates a lot lol

Okay lore spoilers so if y'all want to find out through the story skip this-

Okay so— magic is increadibly taxing on the body, not just by eating away flesh and creating mage marks as a Mage's power grows, but just by simply existing inside the body magic stresses the body. Because fundamentally magic is toxic to humans, and even mages who have the needed adaptations to utilise magic are no better than our ancestors when they were first learning to stand on two legs.

The best metaphor I have for magic is chemo drugs. They're used to kill a cancer but they also damage healthy cells. Magic, similarly, damages the body by existing inside it, but also is used by mages to heal the damage as soon as it happens. This uses a lot of calories and also why mages have really irregular weights, losing 10kg in a week isn't an uncommon thing.

Someone possessing even half of Ifrit's capabilities would need to eat 3x that of a regular human of the same height and weight. Mages are literally Shaggy from Scooby Doo lol. And that's only to get the bare minimum their body needs, caloric need becomes much bigger if they're active like Ifrit is. So you'll find that many mages, but especially military ones, are underweight and need to regularly get Iv fluids and nutrients to help their body recover from using magic. They also need to eat a lot of highly caloric food, which isn't easy when one of the most common side effects of magic use is puking your guts up.

Most military mages don't reach 30. The average life expectancy is around 25, with active duty (i.e. constant missions and daily magic use) mages lasting on average 3-4 years before their body basically breaks down, but they can last longer depending on how conservatively they use magic.

Now, knowing all that, Ifrit has been actively using strong magic on par with military mages since they were 14-15 years old and while they're not the healthiest, they're healthy as a horse when compared to most mages. The reason behind their continued survival — their mage marks.

#gnome's tea break #gnome correspondence #hell has a basement floor series #hell has a basement floor lore

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ryo-apologist · 2 months

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Shiggy's Slutty Lil' Waist

Shigaraki Tomura x Reader

CW: Smut, Minors DNI, I will block your ass, talk about crop tops on men and gray sweatpants. Don't like? Bully me it'll be foreplay <3 /j

AN: I saw a picture of Johnny Depp in a crop top. We all know the one. And yk what? Shiggy has the same slutty lil waist. And so far all three of my posts have been about Shiggy. Will that change? Idk ask me next week. It's my comfort character and I can seek toxic comfort WHEN I WANT-

~Darling XOXO

☾ Shigaraki Tomura has the sluttiest fucking waist.

☾ That's it. That's the post.

☾ No, I'm kidding. I'll elaborate for thirsty whores like me. And Barbie. Shout out to them.

☾ Shigaraki obviously has the fits going for him. Name one outfit he wore that didn't slap. Exactly. You can't. So contrary to what people think, I think Shigaraki takes a bit (Not a lot, do not get me wrong) of care in how he looks. He has an image to maintain after all. How can he be expected to be the big, bad leader of the LOV if he doesn't look like it.

☾ That being said, I think at some point it just comes naturally to him to dress in ways that suit his body.

☾ And we all know he has the body to do so. After he left that big ol' test tube? Did y'all SEE his arch? Fuck man I couldn't arch better if I TRIED. Like,-

☾ Okay before this post turns into a tiktok comment section on the thirstiest of Gojo Edits, let me continue.

☾ My point here, is he probably doesn't dress like we see in the anime all the time. That would get tiring. Drain his mana level if you would. And he needs time to recharge.

☾ So, In this essay post, I'm here to argue that Shigaraki Tomura wears crop tops that barely brush past his nipples to show off his slutty little waist.

☾ You know, the shirts that had a hole in the front? Instead of sewing them like a reasonable man, he rips them from that hole all the way around. Which means his crop tops vary in length. Every single one of them.

☾ And that leaves perfect access for you to wrap your hands around his waist and just hold him like that. He hates it. No, he doesn't.

☾ In all truth, Shigaraki loves the feelings of your hands on his midsection because it's such an intimate place to him. He loves feeling you touch him with no fear, even though he knows the second he's done with you, he's taking those hands and dusting you.

☾ Y'all didn't think I was about to turn my greatest number one villain into a *gasp* nice person, did you? /lh

☾ Sorry, not here. Shigaraki does not do love. Only with me, dw guys I'll treat him right :). He's a man with needs that get in the way of his bigger plans. Sorry, not sorry.

☾ Anyway, trail your hands up his ribs and play with his nipples. Pinch them and roll them between your thumb and forefinger. It buys you another day. Additionally, you get to play with his fat tits.

☾ He has one shirt that he outgrew after his transformation that absolutely hugs his double dee, mommy milking, calcium cannon, honga-bazongas, dippin dots, whatyoudoingouthere withallthattiddies, boinga boinga, bouncing bangers.

☾ This one magically turned into a crop top. It was crazy. Shoutout to whoever put it in the wash to shrink it. They a real one.

☾ It was me.

☾ And it's like that one meme of the guy looking at something with his pecs right there and the lady is just O-O at them. Which...Yeah me too.

☾ Anyway, he wears it all the time because he's convinced it still fits.

☾ Play with his...pecs... through the shirt. He has the most sensitive nipples and it just brushes against them just right and...He likes it is all I'm gonna say.

☾ Now, I know what we're all thinking, 'Darling, what about the pants?' And Darling's got you, baby cakes.

☾ I only tease in the bedroom :)

☾ Grey sweatpants season is EVERY season for this man. He's got like three pairs he cycles through. Kurogiri HATES them. He tries to throw them out and replace them with sensible jeans or slacks.

☾ Never works. He's like a raccoon with stocks of them EVERYWHERE.

☾ Anyway, so he's got his gray sweats and his slutty little crop tops. Let me paint this picture for Y'all.

☾ Shigaraki Tomura wearing a tight white t-shirt that's shrunk into a crop top, clinging to his chest as he stretches his arms above his head, biceps straining against the fabric. His toned abdomen is constricting with his every breath of his, on full display along with the angles of his slutty lil' waist. Your eyes follow down to his belly button and following the trail of white hairs that lead to his v-line, the waistband of his pants just barely clinging to his hips but hugging the delicious outline of his cock, which, while even flaccid, is enough to make anyone drool.

☾ Y'all seeing the vision now? Because I do.

☾ I'm seeing the vision. I'm salivating over the vision. I'm ready to turn into a Gojo fan girl at this point. Like I'm drooling. No lube. No protection. No-

☾ And if you start playing with his tits like this? In this outfit?

☾ He's trying to swat you away, you're getting in the way of his game, but your hands are feeling too good. He's only half paying attention to the pixels anyway, but it's about the principle of letting you get your way.

☾ But you can see you're winning with the way his cock twitches in his pants, throbbing in plain sight.

☾ Your lips trace along his neck and suddenly the pause screen pops up. There's a dark patch already soaking through his pants and they're lose enough your fingers can dip right past the band and trace along his shaft.

☾ He's already groaning, debating if this is worth his time. Worth the distraction.

☾ When your pretty little fingers wrap around his cock and give it a firm tug, he decides it is.

☾ Do not think he rolls over and let's you do as you please however.

☾ No, no, no. He's pulling you over the couch and pinning you as he gets rid of the bigger distractions stopping from doing exactly what he wants.

☾ If he leaves you a dripping, drooling mess on the couch, that's your own fault really.

☾ But who really cares at that point, because in the end, you won anyway <3

☾ But FUCK does Shiggy have a slutty lil' waist.

#bnha #boku no hero academia #boku no hero acedamia #boku no hero academia x reader #darling writes #mha #mha x reader #my hero academia x reader #tomura shigaraki x reader smut #tomura x reader smut #tomura x reader #tomura shigaraki x reader #tomura shigaraki #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x reader smut

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liaarxse · 10 months

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hiii I love your work and you're probably busy with a lot of requests but,, I was wondering if you could mayyybe do a super tough, neutral, intimidating but chill s/o with the sweetest hidden heart they're protectin so people don't think they're weak or worry about their emotions? 😭 with mitsuya, kazutora, and sanzu? Even if you can't I wanna say thank you cause you work super hard for super great work :D hope you're well! <3

I was almost brought to tears. Thank you so much 😭💕

Don't worry, apart from the continuation request for my last work and yours, I don't have any LMAO

I've never written for Sanzu but I'll do my best !! <3

Heart of gold

Characters: Mitsuya Takashi, Kazutora Hanemiya, Sanzu Haruchiyo

Warnings: None

A/n: What if dare dared every single one of y'all to send a request? Would you? 😨

— Mitsuya Takashi

Husbando here

So, Mitsuya worries about you

Doesn't matter if you're a pro at hiding those damn feeling behind some sort of invisible shield

Mitsuya has x-ray vision when it comes to you

You CAN'T fool this man

Well, you fooled him in the beginning, but still

He knows how you feel and why you're doing it, but please

Don't act like that when you're alone with him

Let the man love you y/n

The first time he met you, he swore somebody shoved a stick up your ass

You were either not showing any emotions or were frowning

Like, even when Nahoya cracked some half-ass joke, all you did was just "puff"

???

Bruh

But Mitsuya was INTRIGUED

We know the man doesn't judge, so instead of making fun of you (like that giggly bastard would), he opted to trying to befriend you

Which worked a bit TOO well

The first time he saw you break out of your shell was when you met Mana and Luna

Like, the moment Mitsuya left the room and only Mana and Luna were with you, you just started beaming

But how can you not? They're the cutest kids ever

And come on, they're kids. They can't harm you or anything, so there was no reason for you to hide it

And they LOVED your smile

Later, when you went home, the girls didn't stop talking to Mitsuya about it

And he was shocked

Nah

Flabbergasted

Who's the one with the stick up their ass now?

The following day, he called you over to talk about that

You were kinda disappointed when you found out the girls said that because what if Mitsuya finds you, like, weak or something like that?

Yeah, no

He loves you, and he made sure to let you know you could express your real emotions when with him

And that's when he saw you smile for the first time

And he swore to cherish it for the rest of his life

— Kazutora Hanemiya

You knew banana since y'all were kids

Like, you knew Mikey and Baji as well, but after some time, you just split apart

Nobody knows why

You just woke up one day and you never saw him again

Until now, when you're dating LMAO

You were always this, intimidating kid

You had the worst glare back in the day, which led to you always playing with the toys you wanted from the other kids

Now it scares away creeps and assholes

Which Kazutora LOVES

But sometimes he gets scared too

He's tried so many times to get you to smile

Poking your cheeks, making funny faces and sounds, doing stupid shit, watching funny videos with you but nay

You didn't smile

Sometimes, you gave him glares, which resulted in him almost shiting his pants

But he loves you nonetheless

The first time he saw you break out of your shell was when you were going back to his place, late at night while it was raining.

Thankfully, you had an umbrella that you shared so you didn't get soaked

And it was pretty romantic ngl

He gave you sweet looks, smiles, winks

And you didn't even notice them

Ass

What you did notice was a small kitty on the side of the road, drenched

And you had too weak of a spot for baby animals so you stopped in front of it and gently took it in your arms

You held it right next to your chest, keeping it warm

And you were even slightly smiling

You didn't even notice when Kazutora snapped a picture of you

You looked up at him with your usual harsh look, but it melted away, just for tonight

You both gave the kitty a quick bath and food back at his apartment, pretty much adopting it

And unbeknownst to you, his shared petshop it the future holds your name with the picture he took that night, framed on the wall

— Sanzu Haruchiyo

I'm a Barbie girl in a not so Barbie wooooorld

Life with drugs, it's fantastic

You can't brush my hair, but let me kill you any or everywhere because I forgoooot

You like my version of Sanzu girl?

I know you do

Anyway how did you meet?

Bitch I have NO IDEA

You were friends with Senju (love her sm)

You've only seen him a couple of times, didn't even talk, so how did it happen???

Y'all just randomly started dating

I mean, Mucho probably knows

Oh wait he's dead

ANYWAY

You're dating, and you're both happy

But nobody knows that

They know you're dating, but not that you're happy

He wears a mask, and you're constantly bitching around so they think it's just forced love or something

He's a master manipulator after all

Obviously not the case

But how did they find out?

You were out with Sanzu and some other Toman members when, all of a sudden, some guys from a rival gang approached them

It was obvious they wanted a fight, but you, unbeknownst to anyone except Sanzu, knew how to fight

So, in the blink of an eye, you both just wrecked their shit

And were LAUGHING

Maniacs

The other Toman delinquents didn't even try to take part, they just sat there and stared

Some were fighting back, others tried to run away, but not no avail

Mercy isn't a word in your dictionary

And neither was losing

So, you both finished them pretty quickly, of course

After all that, he removed his masked and kissed your cheek while you were both still grinning from the adrenaline

Cutie pies

Which just got exposed to everyone since a gang member took a picture of you and sent it to half the gang

Ah shit

Y'all didn't even mean to expose yourselves like that

But they didn't have the right to do you like that

You did what any other person would do

You kicked them in the nuts

But who cares?

In the end, all it matters is that you love each other

How cute <3

Maybe run from the police now <3

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puriiinz · 9 months

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ꕤ GARLIC BREAD? smau | ellie w.

05:00- gold dust

a/n: THIS IS SO LONG LMFAO it's 3:53 am rn and idk how i managed to write over 1k words but um... enjoy!!! :] also don’t mind the typos if there’s any…

contains: implied homophobia, cursing

"what even are you trying to do?" dina asked as she set her phone down, eyeing the girl in front of her curiously. her and jesse were at ellie's house, sitting on the comfy couch as ellie did whatever she was trying to do in the kitchen.

ellie simply said "garlic bread." and looked at the recipe, looking towards her couch when she heard jesse's laugh. "what?" she raised her brows in confusion, frowning when dina snorted.

"what the fuck are y'all laughing at?"

"when did you learn how to bake?" jesse asked when he calmed down while wiping his tears. the last time ellie tried to bake was for dina's sister's birthday. since ellie didn't know what she could get her she decided to bake some cupcakes, simple right? wrong. that was the first time ellie ever tried to bake. there were eggshells in the batter (which she didn't even realise) and god knows how she baked them because they where shaking like jello when she opened up the box. they had to eat them despite jesse's protests because dina's sister was just so nice, and she couldn't not eat them when ellie put so much effort into them just for her. they begged and nearly cried but had to eat them since they couln't do anything to convince dina's sister and damn ellie for making a dozen cupcakes for four people because when they finally finished the cupcakes, dina's sister brought more. it was when jesse almost puked all over dina's shirt dina's sister got convinced and put them away.

"are you guys still stuck on those cupcakes? i was like, i don't know, fucking sixteen when i did those? it's been years." ellie got back to her dough, putting it in a greased pan and leaving it to rise. she washed her hands and sat on the opposite of the couch jesse and dina were sitting.

"why are you making the bread from scratch anyway? you could've just bought it." dina said as she surfed through the tv channels and finally deciding on something. she leaned back and let jesse put his legs on her lap. "maybe she's doing it for yn." jesse said as he made his hands kiss, making disgusting noises as he did so.

"are you?" dina questioned while her attention was mostly on the show that was playing on the tv. she turned her head to look at ellie when silence washed over the room, laughing at the face ellie made, "oh my god, you ARE making it for her!" she exclaimed loudly, making ellie hiss.

"you don't have to let the whole state know about it you know?"

"of course i do! that's hilarious."

an hour and a half had passed. it was 1:30 pm and ellie had 30 minutes to get ready, freak out and drive to yn's house. the bread was ready and surprisingly smelled good. dina and jesse had left (against their own will) so ellie could make the bread in peace. ellie had just taken it out of the oven after spreading garlic butter and a little parmesan on the bread when her phone dinged. she took a deep breath and unlocked her phone just to see a notification from yn, making her smile slightly.

'hey el! hope you didn't bail on me :]'

'who'd bail on a pretty girl like you?'

she huffed and put the bread in a container and put that container in a bag, put her shoes on and finally got out of the house.

ellie was officially freaking out. her hands were sweaty and her legs shook slightly.

"come on, you've seen her a million times already." and with that ellie got out of her car and knocked on yn's door. she leaned her head against the door and heard a faint "i'm coming!". she sighed and smoothed out her clothes.

"hello m’lady ellie, pleased to make your acquaintance." yn bowed slighltly, laughed and stood up when ellie smacked her head. "no i'm serious, it's so nice to see you." caught off guard, ellie coughed and smiled, "likewise m'lady" and bowed.

"come in, i made tiramisu."

"how do you manage to make the things i love every time? do you like, look at someone's face and see what they like?" ellie questioned as she took off her shoes. she closed the door and trailed after yn and sat down at the kitchen table. yn laughed and sat across from her, "i wish but no, you just look like you like tiramisu and garlic bread."

"oh! i um... i made garlic bread for you. i didn't taste it and it's my first time making it so hopefully it's not awful..."

"hey, i'm supposed to be the baker, not you" that made ellie smile again, she took the container from the bag, opened the lid and put it on the table. yn took a piece and quickly ate it, groaning at the taste.

"wh- is it that bad?" ellie jumped to her feet, grabbed a glass and filled it with water. she heard yn laugh and put the glass back on the counter.

"are you crazy? this is so good! you might just replace me at the cafe."

"don't be ridiculous," ellie scoffed "why did you even stop working there anyway, did they just randomly stopped paying you?" yn laughed slightly and sighed, licking her lips she answered; "we had a fight- by we i mean me and jade, i'm good with julie i guess? although she hasn't messaged me since the fight."

that surprised ellie, why would they even fight? what would they fight about? "i thought you guys were close, what happened?"

"i thought so too but things happen i guess." yn got up and headed to the counter. "coffee?" ellie hummed, "sure."

ellie watched yn as she prepared the coffee and started to look around.

"we fought because i apparently like girls and i 'don't accept it because i like the attention'"

ellie was baffled and didn't know what to think. "huh?"

yn suddenly turned around, startling ellie in the proccess, and started talking.

"that's exactly how i reacted when i read jade's text! like why would i pretend not to like girls for attention? that doesn't even make sense! i told her and julie a million times, no i don't like girls and there's nothing wrong with liking girls but i don't, is it that hard to comprehend?"

"you don't like girls..?"

"no, i mean girls are pretty as hell that's for sure. but i don't see myself being in a relationship, like it doesn't feel like i'll ever be in one." yn said as she poured water into the cups.

"oh"

"yeah... i mean it feels wrong when i think about being with a girl but like i don't like girls so it's no big deal. like when i see pretty girls i want to kiss them and make coffee and desserts and stuff but it feels just... off you know? maybe somethings wrong with me." yn giggled and brought the cups to the table. ellie thanked her quietly. it was silent for a few seconds when ellie decided to speak up.

"have you ever thought about liking girls with no other thought behind it?" yn looked at ellie with a confused expression on her face, "what does that mean?"

"i mean, the way you explain these things... it feels like the things you say were said to you when you were younger? you know like you're almost being forced to say these."

"well my parents weren't… angels but their opinions don't define me. anyways enough talk about depressing stuff, you came here to spend time with me. cmon let's watch cringe shows."

"thank you for the bread, it was delicious."

"you don't need to keep thanking me yn."

it was 4:55 and ellie decided to go home. "couldn't you have stayed more?" yn asked as she leaned towards the doorstep, watching as ellie finished tying her shoes and smiling when ellie looked at her.

“it’s not like i’m going somewhere. we could always have a sleepover or something." yn smiled and stood straight. "i'll be sure to wear my cutest pajamas for you then." she answered, gave ellie her bag while winking.

"i'll be waiting," she took her bag from yn "well... see you soon?"

"see you ellie."

#puriiinz #ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x fem reader #tlou2 #dina tlou #jesse tlou #smau #tlou #dina the last of us #jesse the last of us #ellie the last of us

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chillwithhana · 12 days

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Ahm ahm mic check mic check 123..... *Lights camera action*

Background music plays ~

To namaskar deviyo or sajjano. Jiska aap sabko tha intezaar, jiske liye dil tha bekarar wo ghadi aa gayi aa gayi sorry sorry 😭😭 mera show meri marzi to chalo lemme first introduce myself to new viewers ! It's me aapki pyaari host Tamanna jo aapko Pakane entertain karne ke liye wapis aa gayi hai 🥰.

Iss baar humari hostage~ahm ahm Guest hai *drumroll sounds* Meri pyaari honey didi 😭 You would remember her as @chillwithhana on Tumblr .

*makes you sit on sofa*

To kaisa lag raha hai humare iss tapri show pe aake? So humare iss show ka format kuch aisa hai ki Main aapse kuch questions phuchungi that whole Tumblr wants to know (nahi nahi sirf meko janne hote hai main hi pura Tumblr hu)

Sooo here are your questions ~

1) Introduce yourself to our viewers but the catch is you gotta describe yourself through fictional characters , colours, seasons, or some food item !

2) How did you discover this app called Tumblr? Or ye app ke negative or positive impacts in your life?

3) Describe some of your mutuals as your real life family members (ik ik hum bhot delulu hai 😭😭🍿)

4) Hector bhaiya ke baare main aapki rai (Sorry sorry ) actual question hai agar aapki life ke upar koi book hoti to uska naam kya hota ? Or usme aapka sabse fav chapter konsa hota ?

5) Any message or motto you have to give to our (non existent) viewers, kuch word of motivation 😋 kyunki yaha sabka ek hi question hai "Padhai Kyu Nahi ho rahi?".

Chalo iss hi ke sath I take your leave Thanks humara invitation accept karne ke liye.

Dher saari chai, ice cream or jhappi.

*turns towards camera*

Luv y'all Tumblr waasi, you guys gotta wait hume humara next hostage mil gaya hai to jaldi hi ek or baar aaungi aap sabhi ko pakane ke liye.

Signing off

With love 🖤

Aapki pyaari Tamanna (Desire 🤍)

*fixes my kurti and applies lipgloss for the final touch-up* okay , I look pretty today.

*sits on sofa and smiled at camera then faces Tamanna ji*

Thank you so much for having me on this vahiyat show . I would love to answer your questions kyuki ab apsara ki demands h to mana kaise kr skti hu.

Hi , I'm Hana. The characters I think I relate to are Jo March from the movie little women and Neil Perry from the movie dead poets society. Winter/autumn is probably my season and food item? I love dark chocolate sm

i discovered this app in april 2023 , i was looking for an app where I could share my thoughts about the books and shows i watched/read. The negative of this app for me wasn't really that big although I did met some creeps here but I chose to ignore them. The positive impact is that I got to meet such amazing people from this app and have a desiblr khandaan of my own.

I love all of my mutuals even if I haven't talked to them alot . Some mutuals as my family members will be :- @taurusmoon2008 and @btw-its-tamanna as my daughters (ily both of you) , @hectorfrombritain as my bff and also the father of you two kiddos😭✌🏻, @bandarrrrr as my chaotic friend or just for that drama I can say boyfriend 😔🎀(server vala stupidity uk).

aapke hector bhaiya mujhe bhot pyare hain- oh actual question ka jawab dena h? Well the name of my book will be "Through the thorns to the stars" . And my favourite chapter will be when I met my first love.

The only message I'd like to give to the non-existent viewers is that you are loved , and everything will be alright no matter how bad it gets. You just have to keeping moving forward in your life. Baaki padhai nhi ni hori vi mujhe bhi nhi pata cuz mere se bhi nhi hora.

Chalo finally ye vaahiyat show khatam hua. Khud bhi bak bak krti h aur aaj mujhe bhi bak bak karwaya

Thank you for having me hostage , i mean having me as a guest here. Ab koi aur shikaar dhundo 🤩🎀 Mai to chali~

I love you Apsara jii

#hana!#tea with tamanna #desi blog #desiblr

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opercot · 7 months

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OCTOBER BIONICLE POST (PART 3)

HOLAAAAAA, hope everyone's having a great day. Here the last part of the challenge called BONKTOBER.

First, before that, i made a Día de la Canción Criolla inspired Opercot and Fear of the Dark.

Well, let's start the last ones:

Day 21: Speed

Did one of the 2001 story beats, that is Pohatu vs a Nui-Jaga, and i imagine him doing a cool entrance :v. Hope ya like it

Day 22: Skull

Got the SUPER HYPER REALISTIC PROGRAM: Photography :v. I saw that in the version of studio, i don't have the skull guys, so i put the one i have to do a scene, with some of my other figures i have :v (y'all see mah house :v)

Day 23: Lost

Did a recreation of the 2003 storyline moment when the Toa Nuva lost their elemental powers, so they need to rely in the powers of their mask

Day 24: Aquatic

Made with one of my own Toa, to do a normal day in the oceans in that world. I think the Rahi in general are really chill, or better said, like normal animals, so, i love depicting them chilling in their environment (Toa of Water-M'hara Swimming with some Tarakava and fishes)

Day 25: Krana

Made one of the scenes that the entirety of Le-koro got infecte with the Krana, even it's protector, Lewa

Day 26: Titan

Made 2 of my favorite titans in all Bionicle, Axon and Brutaka, hope y'all like it (made 2 versions of it :v)

Day 27: Death

Made the scene where Lhikan passes away after the attack of Makuta. I really love how this scene is made of, so, i wanted to do a tribute of it, hope y'all like it

Day 28: Tall

I find it funny the height difference between the tallest and shortest member of my Toa team, so i exagerate it :v (Toa of Ice-Gwyri; Toa of Earth-O'truca)

Day 29: Fusion

Did the part in 2001, where the Toa mata did the Kaita, to at least have an oportunity against the Manas, hope y'all like it

Day 30: Village

Did a small chat between Nuju and Kopaka (Matoro is translating all the insults that he tells the poor toa), while the other are hearing it. Hope y'all like it

Day 31: Makuta

"I am the ground you walk on ... the air you breathe. No longer must I fight you to rule a Universe. I AM the Universe!"

And that's all, hope y'all really liked this series, hope there's another for the next year, to show more of this cool scenaries, Thx to the creator of this challenge, and thx to all of ya for this. Have a great 31 to y'all

#art #digital art #bionicle #bonkle #lego bionicle #lego #bionicle moc #stud.io #bonktober #bonkles

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corvuserpens · 10 months

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So yeah, yesterday I decided to FINALLY watched The Meg bc everyone kept saying it was a silly fun shark movie... AND THEY WERE RIGHT. It was AWESOME.

I went in expecting practically nothing, and it blew me away. The story premise is ridiculous and it totally feels like the director, actors and crew 100% knew that and embraced it! The movie never takes itself too seriously, it practically tells you to just kick back and enjoy it for what it is, which is exactly what makes it so much fun. It's an exciting comedy horror about a giant prehistoric shark in present day Earth, the CGI is dubious but the cinematography makes up for it with some great, well composed shots. For example, when Suyin is in the trench and is being attacked by a giant squid? That in itself is pretty cool imagery, but then you see the Megalodon swimming over her sub with the squid in its mouth in the gloom, illuminated from below?? WOW????

Then the characters are like, surprisingly deep? They have interesting backstories that inform us on who they are and while Jonas is the only one who gets some screen time for his Big Trauma, we later learn that Lori might have blown up a whaler ship for an environment organization and that's how she learned to pilot? And that Suyin had a tough relationship with her dad but they love each other so much that with his dying breath he tells her how proud he is, that she already surpassed him as a scientist and he hopes Meying will grow up to be just like her? And we get all of that with some very organic, short dialog or like 3-4 minute scenes, which is rare these days. Legit good writing where it is most needed, all the more sober scenes are well-acted and so immersive, the characters are so likable I ended up rooting for all of them to survive (except that billionaire whose name I didn't bother to learn, everyone else I remember except him, FUCK that guy). Even the side characters, though flat, were interesting because the actors gave them so much personality!

And, WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERE'S A WHOLESOME CISHET SHIP WITH JASON STATHAM WITH VERY LITTLE SEXUAL TENSION BUT A LOT OF ROMANTIC TENSION?? WHAT IS THIS WITCHCRAFT??? Seriously, I was shipping Jonas and Suyin so hard, their interactions were adorable. How he goes from being the typical Tough Manly Man Who Is Super Competent And Punches All The Bad Guys While Wearing The Same Tough Guy Face All Movie to genuinely caring for the whole Mana One crew and respecting Suyin as an accomplished female scientist in her own right who knows what she's doing and is also brave and headstrong herself... Much 'aww'ing' was done.

Not to make this too long a rant, I love talking about movies I enjoyed, sorry, but a few other small things I liked about it: that Lori and Jonas remained good friends who care and support each other, and want the other's happiness even being divorced, we need more of that! And Dr. Heller apologizing to Jonas and meaning it for saying he was crazy and basically ruining his life (plus Jonas forgiving him in the end), definitely wanna see more of that! Jonas' friendship with Meying, THAT WAS SO CUTE, I COULDN'T GET ENOUGH OF THEM!! The gags were all genuinely funny, I was laughing through most of the movie, and the jump scares got me more than a couple of times (though that might be a fault on my part, I'm a big wussy and I am not afraid to admit it). The action is so. DUMB. But it's the kind that it's so dumb it's good, y'know?

Final note, I gotta say, let Jason actually act more because he's really good and directors keep hiring him to play a stoic emotionless hero when he can do so much more? He has impeccable comedic timing, his line delivery no matter how bonkers, always lands, he's REALLY CHARMING and y'all are wasting his potential imo. Given, I haven't really watched many of his movies after the Transporter franchise, but for example, I loved him in The Italian Job and a couple of weeks ago I started watching Homefront and I was enjoying it because he gets to play a widower with a young daughter in a new town, and now I definitely need to finish it bc I'm a sucker for father/daughter dynamics.

Anyway, yeah, if you like sharks, B-movies or just something fun to watch that will make you laugh, go watch The Meg. It's good enough to convince me to go watch the sequel next August. Can't wait!

#the meg #a crow's rants

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ooo excuse to share tunes for a Put My "On Repeat" Playlist On Shuffle & Post 10 Songs That Come Up tag game that I saw my friend @stmichaelthearchangel do!

Motto by NF | swag & so is the rest of the album

All Outta Oil by Istasha (feat. Depth Strida) | Istasha got like a really vibin' deep rumbly voice that I enjoy

Running by NF | LMAO ok another one from said album.. sobbing and crying, this one hits hard 😭

Dope In My Fuckin' Head by Ghostface Playa | actually I just realized my On Repeat playlist is literally like 70% songs from my ROOT playlist lmaooo I got phonk brainrot

OBSESSED by shinki21 | can't better describe how I feel about this song other than the title itself <3

TIME'S UP by Dxrk ダーク (feat. Jake OHM) | this one is a nice bop

WRONG CHOICE by BXNOSTOWN (feat. Nixk) | the bass in this go brrrrr

NOT ENOUGH MANA by HAARPER | this one is more chill compared to the others..... maybe i'm just saying that bc there's some piano in there lmaoo

CLASH! by Oliver C Beats | oh boy! another phonk tune

Your Blood by Nothing By Thieves | WHAT A TURN OF EVENTS THE PHONK STREAK IS OVER!! anyway, love this song the buildup from like 2:30 to 3:08 rly sends home the vocals coming after that point it's literally my favorite part for real

Tagging uhhhh @limecircles @spearxwind @shrapnarl & @sleepvines! No pressure and such, I honestly am just gazing for tunes if y'all wanna share any (wouldn't even have to be limited to a playlist, just tunes y'all be vibing with if y'all have any :p )

anyone else feel free to do this! feel free to tag me I love listening to tunes always

#cai.txt #song tag game #music recs #man i think it's been at least a few years since I ever did a tag game of sorts #love throwing tunes around <3

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inventors-fair · 11 months

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You Came, You Saw, You Innovated

GREAT stuff this week, folks! It was a tough prompt, but y'all knocked it out of the park. I have heard you, and my next one will definitely be a lot less complex, but for now, revel in the glory that you all very much gave me what I wanted to see this week.

Here's the commentary!

Abyssal Rebuttal by @nicolbolas96 **JUDGE PICK**

Starting it off strong with Dandan, a format that has approximately 3 fans worldwide. For those wondering, the format centers around a shared deck with multiple copies of a single creature, and other cards that interact with it. The original version of this deck involved, you might have guessed, Dandan as the central creature. I do think a Dandan set would be a little tricky logistically, but that’s not what I’m judging. This card is simple and clean, but the reason it deserves to be a judge pick is because of how effectively it conveys information. The reminder text is short but every inch of it is crucial and easy to parse, and once you read it you go back to the effect to understand it with new eyes. I also think the strongest design choice here is not limiting “the Dandan” of the deck to only be Dandan, which would allow for a much more healthy variety in play. It obviously brings up questions of “how do players decide what the Dandan is” and “how are those cards distributed”, but this card is a brilliant example of showing AND telling in all the right amounts.

Cathar Challenger by @horsecrash

Horde magic is also a very cool direction to take this week’s prompt, and also makes me realize that I could have simplified the prompt into making a card for a “weird” format. It’s tough to evaluate the power on this one, since Horde can vary wildly depending on what variation of the rules you use. It’s obviously calling to Cathar’s Crusade, but doing it on attack and tacking on the lifegain might make it a touch too strong. On the other hand, it not affecting your own board is pretty big, so it definitely depends how many teammates you have. This one is just really tough to evaluate in a vacuum, I think a cheaper version that scaled less strongly could definitely have been a strong contender.

Deep Water Scavenger by @i-am-the-one-who-wololoes

This is definitely a tricky one, but it’s very fun to parse with the information I’ve been given. This being an uncommon helps contextualise a few things- it does have a mill ability, but fifteen cards is such a low threshold that we’re likely talking draft deck (40 cards), or potentially even smaller. Also, since it’s such a small library, and because there’s an ability that cares about cards leaving your grave without any way to make that happen, I’m going to guess that this format involves you shuffling your grave into library instead of losing when you draw from an empty library. It’s a fun card, though the pieces seem a bit disjointed until you fit them together. The shroud is a bit of a sticking point for me- they don’t use it anymore, and for good reasons. Hexproof or ward would serve this design much better. It definitely makes me curious to see the other cards in this set, so well done.

Dreadraven by @wolkemesser

Ahh, the classic “change the name of the design last minute and forget to update.” We’ve all been there. For what it’s worth, I like dreadraven a lot better. The mana cost almost got me for a sec, I was ready to comment that mono blue doesn’t get deathtouch or lifelink, but that little black pip saves me from being all pedantic. This card doesn’t tell me much except that it’s made for a best-of-three format (or maybe even more), but a draft environment built around snowballing one win into another, or coming back from a nasty game 1 loss could make for some really interesting designs. I would be curious to see if this is something they would allow in black-border magic, since they typically seem to want every game to be a totally fresh start. Anyways, you pushed the envelope, and that’s what I asked for this week, so thanks!

Guardian Seacat by @piccadilly-blue

Whoof. I’ll admit, this one I had to look up, because I spent ages puzzling over what this could be for, and I say this as someone who’s played some Judge Tower. I honestly totally forgot about the “X is always 3” rule, but this takes an interesting spin on it. The main issue I see here is that Judge Tower is fundamentally not a format designed for fun, it’s designed as a training exercise. Add draft to that, plus the aspect of a shared library, and you’re left in a confusing spot. Plus, this just tanks a free loss, which either means there are more cards that do this, or this is the strongest card in the set. It’s definitely one of the most creative designs this week, and kudos to that, but I just don’t see how the format would work.

Hekara, Rakdos Emissary by @deg99 - **JUDGE PICK**

It is interesting that those who submitted for Commander Legends-esque sets all tackled the color identity problem. I mean, it makes sense- that’s the biggest obstacle by far, and it’s fun to see all the different angles on it. Emissary threw me for a loop for a second, but once I grokked it, I saw the possibilities. You can run her as a Rakdos commander, or you can pick up another Emissary and go with pretty much any other color combo except Azorius, Simic, or Selesnya. I also like that you tried to include incentive to play her on her own, but I think the ability comes off a bit awkward and too heavy-handed on the idea. I think the mechanic already takes care of that, as you can’t make her a rakdos deck unless you have a black or red Emissary to pair with her, so already there’s some incentive to play her alone if you’ve been pulling good Rakdos cards. That being said, I like that vein of abilities, I just think they could be a bit more subtle. Also, I don’t love the epithet considering it copies the name of the mechanic, so a shakeup there would improve the flavor immensely.

Imperial Protection by @nine-effing-hells

Ahh, emperor. The solution to “Well, we have six players and eight hours, what are we going to do?” This one is cool, again following the philosophy of not making the card useless if you aren’t the emperor, but making it just a bit better if you are. I do think hybrid is a bit iffy here because white anthems and green anthems don’t really overlap in size or function, but it’s a bend at most, so eh. Just like the archenemy cards though, I’m curious how you envisioned the actual drafting experience. Is it a shared pool like 2HG? Do teams draft 3 at a time or separately? Do teammates sit consecutively or staggered? The fact that I’m asking these questions is a sign you’ve piqued my interest, and now I want to go play more emperor, so... good card?

Isrun, Gravewhisperer by @real-aspen-hours

More identity fixing! Last one was limited to two colors, this one to three, both with a very clever take on how to do it. This one has a more strict limit, but allows you to double up on partners with the same colors, and also allows you (the designer) to put a solid mix of 1 and 2 colour commanders for some mixing and matching. The creative element is going over my head a bit I think, since the mechanic is clearly alara-themed, but the flavor text says Tarkir. Is it a mashup of all the 3-color faction sets? If so, neat, but maybe the mechanic deserves a more general name that isn’t tied to only one of the 4 (or 5) planes you’re giving some love to. The card itself is fun, playing into some abzan graveyard themes and their whole “fury of the small” kinda thing.

Logistics Accountant by @hypexion - **JUDGE PICK**

Oh man, Coup in magic. That... honestly, I kinda wanna do that now. Seems like a lot of fun. Seems like these are more public roles though, since the treasurer would have to be public information. I want to know how big these teams are. Is there a set number of roles that are distributed? Are they chosen from a pool at random? Do players get to choose their roles before the game begins? Can you have more than one role? The second ability would seem to suggest so, and also that they would have various activated abilities. I can see the Treasurer having an ability that (obviously) lets them spend coin counters, which is very clever. Whatever this format is, I want to play more of it, and if you invented it, I demand a full write-up of the rules immediately. Anyways, uh... yeah. Good card.

Loyal Toadie by @helloijustreadyourpost

Scheeeeeemes. It’s a fun word to say. Anyways, another take on archenemy, and this one comes at a different angle than the others. While the other submissions had one effect for the archenemy and one for the team, this one wraps it up into a single effect, basically allowing you to scry or fateseal, either to pull a better scheme or avoid a nasty one. Unfortunately, I’m not quite sure it works as intended, since “setting a scheme in motion” refers to the act of revealing it and triggering the ability all in one go. That being said, it’s a fairly easy fix to make it just counter the scheme ability in exchange for allowing them to set another one in motion. Alas, nitpicky rules are nitpicky. Apart from that it seems very fun, and I love how this can be a competent henchman who supports your evilest plans, or a bumbling buffoon that ruins your moment of greatness. Excellent flavor.

Malack, Butcher of Worlds by @certification-wizard

Much like one of our examples this week, this submission implies a long, drawn-out event over the course of multiple days, since it both asks you to defeat five or more players, and it references prize packs that are also drafted, implying that you can add to your pool post-construction- as well as a “campaign”, which carries its own weight. What’s interesting to me is the typal element, and the specific commander callout. This is some form of draft league event with commanders, which sounds like a very interesting premise. However, being so reliant on your opponents to be playing different decks is pretty rough, and the ability is ambiguous enough that I don’t know if it would count defeating U, B, and UB commanders as two or three for the count. Finally, the last aspect here is how heavily typal it is. What does the set environment look like, where you can expect to see two demons per pack? Also, if you’re drafting, that messes up card parity, which is a no-no. See cards like Cogwork Librarian, who always keep the same number of cards in the pack to avoid this issue. This is a really cool idea, but the elements feel a little scrambled, and hard to unify into a single idea.

Mask of Elesh Norn by @lanabutnotdelray

Eugh, who would want that mask? Creepy. Also no eye holes. I’ve already made commentary on the idea of an archenemy set, so let’s look at the card instead. More dual effects like this, where one functions as the archenemy and one functions on the team (and in other formats), are definitely a cool way to address the idea of Limited. However, I... don’t know how this would work? Is it subtracting from each “kind” of token (which I’m not sure is an actually rules term for tokens), or just one overall? If your opponent has a Tireless Provisioner, would they choose which one they make, would you, or would they make none? The idea is really clever, but it seems there’s a reason they haven’t tried to implement this effect before. Definitely a cool premise, and I’m right up there with Maro in my love for token doublers, but this one gives me a bit of a rules headache.

Mercenary Auction by @flightyquinn

Hoo boy, okay. This is WILD, and I think I mean that in a good way. This card reads to me as one that was designed for a specific format, but also made ambiguous so it could be played in other formats, and so I say to that... what the hell happens if I make my commander opponent into my teammate? Is it all of a sudden one 2HG team vs two individual opponents? Do the other two team up? Is this meant to be a signifier with no rules baggage like “friend or foe”? It makes my head spin. For that matter, even in the format this was made for, is that really... fair to your teammate? Like in a social sense? You and your buddy are all excited to go to this new draft event, then your opponent says “nope, you’re with me for the rest of the day, or until I play this again.” It’s possible I might be wildly misinterpreting this card, but teammate does have actual rules meaning, so y’know. As for the rest of the card, I LOVE the bidding aspect, where they’re incentivized to show good stuff so they don’t have to discard. However, you’re likely not gonna have much mana left over after paying 5 for this, so I think you could even play it for free without being too busted.

Omenpath Reveler by @salamileg

...Funny enough, I am literally about 2/3rds of the way through making a planechase draft cube built around the idea of omenpaths. That’s pretty funny, though admittedly it’s an easy idea to go for. This one is simple, but encourages planechase on a few different levels. It wants you to get chaos, obviously, but also wants you to roll as much as possible first. It definitely wants you to be able to roll at instant speed, but too bad so sad for the poor little satyr. The flavor text is great, though the use of the word chaos is a bit on the nose. Obviously there would be some logistics issues with trying to draft oversized cards, but we can assume the business people will figure that out. Nothing much else to say, this is a solid uncommon with a lot going for it.

Radar Bauble by @sparkyyoungupstart

Okay, so originally I had only a vague idea what this did (and to be fair, the card does a fairly good job of conveying some of the information), but, like a vision from the heavens, my phone saw fit to grant me a clip of TCC playing what I can only assume is the format this was made for. Now I must ask, in your set made for this format- can you only submit cards with the Treasure subtype? Any artifacts? Is there a minimum and maximum submission, or can you just mooch off of your opponent’s artifacts? The rest of the card became fairly clear, though I don’t think that’s quite how the second one would be worded. I think this would definitely be a fun one to explore more, maybe with the classic caveat of “one guaranteed treasure in every pack” for logistic’s sake.

Ranger’s Axe by @bergdg

And so we reach our last commander card. I built something similar to this a while back, but I think mine had a key difference- namely, it functioned like Backgrounds, where you could only run the equipment if your creature commander had the appropriate keyword. This seems to say that you can add green to the color identity of any commander you want, with no downsides, drawbacks or punishments. As you can imagine, that gets pretty scary, and is probably something best to be avoided. However, if we move on and assume that it’s meant to be restricted to a specific subset of commanders, the rest of the card is great! You can run it in the 99 for a decent buff, but if you have it in the command zone, it’ll automatically start by giving +2/+2 and trample, and scales really nicely if you have a cheap commander. I do think it could stand to be a touch cheaper either on the mana cost or equip cost, but dealer’s choice.

Waters of Wisdom by @squeezyboi

Framing it almost perfectly as the first and last cards, here is our second of two Dandan submissions. Normally, I try to avoid comparing cards, but it’s hard not to here. The card itself is a nice functional uncommon, but some parts of this confuse me. One of the key features of Dandan is the shared library, so does your format do away with that aspect? It’s not a terrible idea to make it work in draft, but then it does change the format significantly. In the second half, this card falls into a bit of a trap that the other one avoided- forcing the singular creature to ALWAYS be Dandan means that the decks always have to have blue, there’s no variation in the creature aspects, and it severely limits what the rest of the set can look like. I think to make this design work, you want to give yourself more freedom.

Yulius, the Protean Shadow by @spooky-bard **JUDGE PICK**

2 headed giant? In my commander? It’s more likely than you think. This one plays really well, and honestly it was hard to not give it a podium spot. Point is a neat ability, though admittedly not hugely impactful on most designs, and it makes me curious to see what anchor would be. Going off of fighting game terms that my friend had to teach me, the point is the first one you send out, and the anchor brings up the rear. With that in mind, I assume it’s some kind of protection or survivability, but I’m not sure what’s small enough to match up with +1/+1. Anyways, the battlebond-esque flavor is off the charts, the draftplay and gameplay here seem lots of fun (as long as you use the 2HG rules of being able to pick two cards at a time and have a shared team pool), and altogether this appeals to my personal sensibilities quite a lot. Nicely done!

So long, thanks for the engagement, and I'll see you all in a few weeks!

~judge @naban-dean-of-irritation

#mtg #magic the gathering #custom magic card #inventor's fair #commentary #innovation nation

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my2imaginary2wonderland · 2 months

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GUYS I KNOW HOW TO GET TO CHILE TO SEE MANA AND KOZI!!!!!!! (WITH IMAGES)

i will need help from someone upper 18 years old on Mexico, but hear me out:

1: I escape school the Friday before the tea party (I wouldn't attend that one since the time and I don't have lolita clothes) 2; I get to the bus station, and with fake permissions, I take different busses

3: I think there aren't any direct busses to cdmx, if someone can leave me stay at their house during some hours or days, better, plus, without stopping they are like 13 hours from my town to there

4; at the bus station at cdmx, someone of y'all will pick me up and we get to the airport, if anyone else does this plan, we meet at the airport

5: we fly to Santiago

6; at this point, the amber alert will activate at Mexico, and we would have to ask for posada at someone's house or sleep on the streets

7: the event

8: if we cannot get back so I don't risk the person who brought me there, I stay at Chile working at a bakery the rest of my life, If I never have the chance to go back

If this sounded crazy, hear the next one:

1: I get nearby to a town with access to the sea, and there some good Samaritan will pick me up on a boat

2:the boat leaves me on Brazil, if possible, I know someone who can give me posada (if he isn't a green old man)

3: from there I cross to Bolivia, if at this point me and the others aren’t together, we met at La Paz and from there in a bus or something we travel to Santiago

3; after the event we all come back to our countries, to those who are from Mexico like me, would go back with Venezuelan immigrants, those who are from countries on the road too

Important to note: since that amber Alert will be activated, whoever who joins will have to think their excuse of being missing so many days, if they don't plan to stay at Chile

More explanation (y en español) in:

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stop-breaking-my-heart-dragonage · 11 months

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[half agony, half hope] ch1: the night before, there was a thunderstorm

ch1 | ch2 | ch3 | ch4 Read on AO3

Pairings: Warden!Carver/Merrill Rating: M [for future sexual content] Summary: Merrill had every reason to reject Carver the night before the Deep Roads expedition, as much as it… Creators, as much as she didn’t want to. Carver left her home that night, and she hasn't seen him since. He has a new life with the Grey Wardens now, and Merrill's accepted that their friendship, and the chance to be more, has ended.

But, five years later, Hawke comes to the Hanged Man with some exciting news: Carver's coming home.

Note: I've worked on this long, self-indulgent, multi-chapter story of mine for what feels like ages. It's loosely based on Jane Austen's Persuasion; the basic premise of two people who were in love break up after a persuaded rejection then reunite years later, and the story title is a nod to it. It's set between acts 2 & 3, and Carver's a Grey Warden serving in Fereldan... because we need more fics with Warden Carver. So I hope y'all enjoy the first chapter!

Also HUGE thank you to @pi-creates for beta-reading and putting up with my nonsense in writing this fic!

-x-

A pretty evening, one not long after Merrill first left her clan to settle in the alienage of Lowtown, ingrained itself in her memory for the past five years. To think so much time had passed and yet she could recall it all verbatim.

No matter how many hours she sat before the eluvian, focus trained to repair the mirror with so little progress, or how often she distracted herself with the companionship of her friends in the Hanged Man over drinks and cards… there always came that moment.

It usually struck her when she spent too much time cooped up in her home, eyes sore and mana drained from every desperate attempt to make the eluvian work. That night would rush through her mind like adrenaline in blood.

The heavy onslaught of angry rain against her door, and the even angrier rumblings that shook all of Kirkwall. Gooseflesh that spread along her damp skin, prickled at the heat of fingers on her cheek. The way her breath caught. Heart pounded. Butterflies trembled in her belly.

Those soft brown eyes, reflective like a polished tiger’s eye stone, that peered down at her through dark lashes.

The scent of wet dirt and steamy tea, and something else so familiar that Merrill couldn’t describe it as anything other than as him.

“Merrill…?”

Five years ago, the Hawke brothers, as well as Anders and Varric, went on an expedition to the Deep Roads.

The night before, there was a thunderstorm.

Unassuming as it was at first, the air flowed with in an electric gust that carried the warning of the impending rain. They’d gone to the Wounded Coast in search of replenishing Merrill’s stock of embrium, elfroot, and what other herbs and greens she could find. She hadn’t expected Carver to offer his company for the trip; surely he had much to do before such an expedition, and he still chose to spend that time with her.

Kirkwall tended to be so dull and dusty that Merrill welcomed the rain, but Carver hadn’t shared her enthusiasm.

“Haven’t you heard?” he had asked, glaring up at the sky. “Fereldan dogs don’t like to get wet.”

“I thought it was cats who don’t like getting wet? I wonder why. It’s not like a little rain hurts anyone, unless it falls into your eye, I suppose. Or you catch a cold and die. But you’re not a dog and… Wait. Oh, that was dirty, wasn’t it?”

“What? No!” Her playful accusation made him trip over a loose rock. He paused. “…Not intentionally.”

“Then you do like to get wet?”

“Merrill!”

A giggle had bubbled up out of her at the way he blushed when he scolded her, biting his lip to suppress a grin. But one look at her and he was laughing, too.

Carver had the sweetest dimples when he smiled. She remembered them fondly, and had even poked them a few times. But only when he was extra grumpy and needed cheering up. To be the one who made him smile like that gave Merrill the strangest rush. She made him lose composure. She flustered him.

It was only fair; he made her heart race just the same.

The two of them spent a lot of time together back then, whether they were following Edgar all over Kirkwall, or just enjoying each other’s company over drinks and cards—which both of them were terrible at—in the Hanged Man. He hadn’t been the most talkative, especially when compared to his brother, but Merrill never understood the scorn he tended to receive within their little group.

Oh yes, he could be rather surly and grumpy, and he could bicker with just about everyone. But he was quiet with her. Kind. Awkward at times, but so was she. Carver was reserved in such a curious way, yet passionate when he allowed himself to be. Merrill hadn’t many friends when she first arrived, but she counted him as one of her closest. He made her happy, and… there was a loneliness in him that she recognized, and their friendship…

They hadn’t made it back to Lowtown before the rain hit with full force. Drenched, they ran through the muddy streets against the sharp onslaught of wind. Merrill laughed gleefully the entire way, splashing around in the puddles until mud slathered her feet and leggings. Carver followed close, less thrilled about all the mud, with arms raised above his head to shield himself as best he could. Many colorful swears were shouted.

They were both breathless by the time they made it inside Merrill’s home, a sad pair of sopping friends tracking water and mud on the wooden floor. She didn’t mind, though, and insisted he wait the storm out with her.

He initially refused to remove his shirt or pants even though the material clung to him uncomfortably. Merrill didn't have anything for him to wear, but she was hardly disturbed by the idea of seeing him undressed, and reassured him so. That didn't help, but eventually she coaxed him out of his shirt. He accepted the blue blanket she offered, quickly covering up by the fire. Humans were strange about their bodies, she learned.

Merrill made them tea and grabbed her own blanket. Together they sat on the floor in front of the fireplace, but Carver was quieter than usual.

“Are you nervous? About the Deep Roads?”

“A little.”

“You and Eddie will come back in one piece. Varric and Anders, too. If any darkspawn tries to bite you, you’ll just stab them!”

“Right.”

Maybe Merrill should’ve known. She missed things, sometimes.

Carver refused to look at her, instead staring into the fire, deep in thought. The way she watched droplets fall from his hair and run over his jawline, down his neck, one might think it was the most interesting thing in the world. It sort of was. Strangely.

Merrill bumped his shoulder with hers and tried to offer him an encouraging smile, but the contact only caused him to take a sharp inhale. He clutched the blanket around himself tightly.

“Merrill?”

“Hmm?”

“I’ve been thinking about some things. We’re leaving tomorrow, and I don’t know when we’ll be back. I… do you—I mean, have you ever...”

Carver swore under his breath, and wiped at his face. When he twisted around to face her, the frown he wore was different. As if it were directed at her, but more… frustrated. Desperate.

“Look, Merrill, I want—I was wondering if you ever… thought about me?”

Yes. More than she ever should’ve.

By Andruil, she still did.

But confused, she had replied, “Sure. Usually, I wonder if I’ve said something wrong to you. I haven’t, have I?”

“No, nothing wrong, I just mean….” He broke their shared gaze to peer down at the wooden floor, and in a quiet voice, one much softer than usual, said, “…I think about you.”

“Oh? Good things, I hope?”

Stupid, stupid Merrill.

He smiled at her then, a small one. Those dimples revealed themselves.

“Yes. Good things. You—” Carver paused, staring at her before tilting his head. “Uh, you have mud on your face.”

“Oh?” Merrill moved to rub it away, though she imagined she had mud on more than just her face with how many puddles she splashed in. "Did I get it?"

"No, other side, uh," Carver hesitated before lifting a hand, and asked, “May I?”

Merrill hadn’t expected his gentle touch to make her nerves sing. His thumb started at her temple, smoothing specks of dirt away, all while Merrill peered up at him with big eyes. Heat bloomed across her cheeks when his hand moved to wipe away dirt by the corner of her mouth.

An inconsequential flash of light outside. Distant thunder.

The blanket fell off his shoulder, exposing part of his bare chest. Merrill's hands twitched, an urge to reach out and run her fingers over the thin, fine hair that grew there.

Carver had made her nervous before. Not in a bad way, of course, but in that she worried she’d said something wrong and offended him. That she'd done something to make him not like her anymore. But this nervous feeling was different. It pooled in her belly, and pumped her heart faster. She was all too aware of how close they were in that moment.

He paused his movements, but didn’t remove his hand. Merrill was supposed to say something; a thank you, a comment on how kind he was, or one on how she thought only dwarves grew hair on their chests; a note on how the glow of the fireplace bounced off his tanned skin and danced in his eyes beautifully, something.

But for once, even Merrill couldn’t find the words to ramble like she did.

Then Carver’s gaze drifted down.

Settled on her lips.

His brow softened. Mouth parted to speak, but no words came. His thumb caressed her cheek.

The realization hit. A gasp caught in her throat. Merrill shuddered. Their breaths mingled as he drew closer.

Slow. Cautious.

She didn’t pull away.

Those eyes, pupils blown, met hers with a silent question, one she didn’t know how to answer. She couldn’t think. The warmth of his hand nearly stung as the heat spread through her veins to pump her heart faster and harder.

The way he looked at her. Eyes fluttered shut. Deep inhale.

Earthy rain.

Him.

Carver’s nose brushed hers. Her name barely above a whisper.

“Merrill…?”

His top lip, feather-light, grazed hers, ooh—

A clap of thunder.

A gasp, and Merrill jerked away.

Carver immediately leaned back, too.

“Oh, uhm, well,” she stuttered out, scrambling to her feet with the blanket pooling around her ankles. Merrill wasn’t just at a loss for words as her thoughts raced so dizzyingly fast, it was like she never knew words at all in that moment.

Carver had nearly kissed her, and Merrill couldn’t untangle why he’d want to do such a thing, but more so—she nearly let him.

Creators, she wanted him to kiss her.

Upon looking back, she couldn’t believe she’d been so oblivious, not just to his feelings but to the affection she held for him in return. That she wanted him to kiss her—no, that Merrill wanted him to hold her against his chest while he kissed her deeply, to feel his hands everywhere and to lay her against the blankets on the floor... it terrified her.

In that moment, she said nothing as it all washed over her. Carver remained on the floor, face scarlet with shame.

“I…” he seemed to be at a loss, as well, yet he found his voice before she did. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I thought—I should’ve—” Then he was on his feet, still clutching his blanket around him. He sighed, though it nearly sounded like a wince. “I should’ve asked if I could—I didn’t mean… shit.”

More thunder roared outside, but neither noticed.

Merrill stared at the floor, and managed out, “It’s okay.”

They stood in silence for what felt like forever, only the drum of rain against the roof to fill the silence.

Carver shook his head and began to pace.

“I’m sorry,” he said once more. “But Merrill, I…” The more he struggled, the more exasperated he became. “I care for you. A lot. Very much. You’re probably the closest friend I have. Shit, sometimes it feels like—like you’re my only friend here and you’re… Maker’s breath, you’re brilliant, and funny, and beautiful. I’ve never met anyone like you before.”

She could hardly believe him, yet he spoke so sincerely. Not even she could mistake the meaning of his words. Wet heat prickled behind her eyes.

“And I was wondering,” he continued as he drew closer. Merrill had to tilt her head back to look at him given how tall he was, blinking back tears. Something she never heard in his voice wavered his words; a trepid vulnerability as he asked, “Do you—could you ever feel the same way? About me?”

No matter how many times she replayed all of this in her mind years later, how she justified her decision, the regret still lingered inside her.

“I’m sorry, Carver.”

Merrill had every reason to reject Carver that night, as much as it… Creators, as much as she didn’t want to.

She could admit that to herself now.

But the Keeper’s voice whispered in her ear, admonishing such things with a tight fist wrapped around her heart. The Keeper would never approve, and her clan would have even more reason to despise her. To hold such affection for a human went against everything Merrill was brought up to know. Anything she might’ve felt for Carver couldn’t be real.

It’s a keeper’s job to remember; she’s supposed to preserve who they are as the elvhen.

Back then, she still held onto a thread of hope that if they could just see—if they would just listen to her and trust that everything she did was for the people, they would welcome her back with the love she knew they could hold.

But five years later, the clan still remained at Sundermount, and with more contempt of her than she could wrap her head around. The Keeper, the woman Merrill could closest call “mother,” made sure the clan remained cold. It killed poor Pol, and with his death came reality; the Keeper wouldn’t ever listen to her, and the clan wouldn’t ever welcome her back… not even if she did fix the eluvian, proved herself strong and clever and worthy of a keeper’s position.

Merrill spent too much time shoving those feelings aside to dark corners with plans of leaving them untouched. She told herself that she did care for Carver, but could not love him, not romantically. Even though he too was one of her closest friends, and he listened to her ramblings and never made her feel stupid for it. He explained human things that puzzled her and often helped her with things around her humble home. He went on scavenging trips with her and sometimes brought her things like flowers or pretty stones because they reminded him of her, and he thought she’d like them.

Thoughts of brushing the dark hair from his face as they sat there that night, of tangling her fingers in it as she kissed him… to push the blanket off his shoulders and confess she thought of him, too. Maybe she wouldn’t have been completely sure about a relationship, but if taken slow...

Merrill wished she had stopped him from leaving. That she'd grabbed his still damp shirt before he did, and asked him to stay... just a little longer...

But Merrill’s remorse didn’t stop there. She held her rejection of him close to her heart, but even closer she held the day after; the day Carver, Edgar, Anders and Varric left for the Deep Roads. She had intended to see them off, to wish them luck and say goodbye.

But Carver’s hurt was clear as he accepted her answer, and Merrill believed he wouldn’t want to see her. She didn’t want to make things awkward, and…

She should’ve gone.

Why didn’t she just go?

Carver left her home that night into the pouring rain and she hasn't seen him since.

Merrill had the chance to see him and the others off for the expedition and she didn’t go. She knew it’d be uncomfortable for both of them, and she had assumed… she assumed he’d come back. Carver would come back, and they would talk then. They would work it out. Remain friends. And maybe...

But he didn’t come back.

Edgar broke the news the night he, Anders, and Varric returned to Kirkwall. He stood there in her home, exhausted in every sense of the word, and told her Carver caught the blight. He was taken away by the Grey Wardens.

He didn’t know if he’d ever come back.

Merrill tried not to cry, not when Edgar himself was on the verge of tears, but it all overwhelmed her. The disbelief. The hurt, the regret. Anger drowned down by grief. The way Edgar, who wore his confidence well and always had his wit prepared, stood before her looking lost for the first time since she’d known him… not a single clever word on his tongue.

For three months, no one knew if Carver survived.

A terrible, awful three months.

It was only when Anders wrote to the Hero of Fereldan that they got their answer: Carver survived, and had agreed to serve under Warden-Commander Rosalie Tabris in Fereldan, at Vigil’s Keep.

Merrill wanted to write him. Wanted to talk to him. See him. Apologize. Tell him the truth, and…

No. It didn’t matter anymore.

To know he lived was enough.

Merrill could dwell on it all she wanted. Nothing would come of it.

Couldn’t.

Carver was a Grey Warden. He had a new life. Without her.

And Merrill lied to herself every time she was reminded of him: she’s okay with that.

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fatal-blow · 1 year

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I tagged 64 of my posts in 2022

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#i'm thinking the elf is the aasimar's dad and the reason he left his country and eventually ended up in herrinhoff

My Top Posts in 2022:

possible dragonborn adopt? 👀

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i went?? fucking apeshit doing the riverclan belts kjfdh good i love them so much tho

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yo send me as many songs written by or about queers my friend is building a playlist

Edit: link to the playlist if anyone is interested

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So I lined and re-coloured that elf design I did! As an NPC, his name is Wihlin and he works at the University, but here are some elf facts:

Like an owl, they cannot move their eyes and must move their entire heads

Very tall. Like, easily 7' tall

They can't fly naturally, but they often float instead of walking to burn away excess mana

Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome is to the elves as nearsightedness is to humans. Decorative finger braces are just as common as eyeglasses, and can be very fashionable!

Culturally very xenophobic. All elves born in the Shiiv are marked with a rune under their tongue that prevents them from sharing information about the country with outsiders.

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My #1 post of 2022

orcs and elves babey

y'all know that one post about the two university profs that seem to hate each other, but it turned out they were married? that's these two at Herrinhoff University

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lalalovezfrenchfriez · 4 months

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Flyin Frydays

authors note: sorry for last week, it's been a sorta crazy few days!! I hope again you all like this part? idk, this is an important part of the story, and while a little troublesome to write, I got thru it :3 love y'all!

My brother, JD, is in his car, a Toyota Corolla. It’s a sleek gray with some nice mods on it, a huge exhaust, a battery for speed, and some luminescent buttons. JD got it when he was 16, and Papi had been building the car for ages for him. He nicknames it, stupidly, the Yum Bug, since he uses it around LA for his munchie ass adventures.

In the passenger seat is Emi, with his dealer Brian Welter and Elliot Pabalan in the back seats. Elliot is JD’s companion in finishing Brian’s infamous Canned Cannabis Joints. This is where Brian rolls a fat ass j about the size of a soda can. Or so he claims. I’ve never seen it before. I’ve only seen JD passed out at 10 even though he works out at that time. I drew on his face.

Emi waves to me. “Hey girlie!”

I wave back, my tears hidden behind the fog as I step in. “It reeks,” I say as I inhale more of my cig and puff out.

“Really Manzanita?” JD lowers his radio thats blaring some 2pac as he stares at me. “You know the rules, Manz,”

I offer the cigarette to him with a grin.

He takes it and throws it out the window. “¡Puta- this car is holy! None of your stupid tobacco shit better be in here!”

“¡Pendejo I never got to fuckin’ finish!” I shout back as he shoots off into the night.

Brian is sitting in the middle, being the skinniest, and Elliot is behind JD, cramped with his football abled body.

Emi tickles my knee as she applies a perfect black lipstick to her lips. It really matches her eyes. “So, how’s your her-mana Laura?” It’s really cute how Emi tries to pronounce Spanish. She talks too much like a gringa for it. I take her hand and tickle it back. She squeals.

“Laura is fine, got her all dolled up for a frat. She should call later.“

JD nods, “Bueno bueno! I like to hear that.”

Elliot is drinking water, probably already high. “Hey I heard you got dumped.”

Now, I usually don’t mind if Laura asks me. She’s my friend who I barely see; She wouldn’t know. But Elliot, as I know, is a chismoso.

Brian looks over, and he cuts the conversation. That’s why I like him. Brian never likes gossip. “What? Humped? No no- this is the Dumb smoke! This maria-juanita is going to get you dumb as fuck! I dunno if I got enough for a CCJ bro, but I know it’s definitely enough for us.” I poke Brian a little. He gives me a soft smile while he looks at Elliot.

I never really grew up liking Elliot, he always seemed to like me, and JD of course knew. It’s not that he’s bad or anything, just annoying. Even after I came out Elliot seemed to think maybe it’s just a phase, like Emi being goth. But now she’s attending community college with her dark hair that’s fried with pinks and purples, pale legs covered with fishnets and her eyes darkened with heavy eyeliner. Elliot is hilarious if he thinks I’ll stop loving girls because he just plays football at San Diego State.

Elliot tries to say something to get back to the topic, but Emi butts in, “Guys, should we try to get Río on weed?”

It’s not like I never liked it, in fact I first smoked with JD. But I just felt too weird, too quiet- I felt almost ravenous when I saw bread. I nearly broke into Mamí’s bakery to eat the conchas y paletas, but Brian and JD stopped me.

“As long as we get food in Chinatown, I don’t give a shit.” I shrug.

“You sure they’re gonna be cool with us?” Elliot asks.

The whole car shifts, uncomfortably.

Maybe I am a hater, maybe I am just annoyed because he tried to bring up my ex a second ago, minutes after I told my first love that I never want to see her again. But Elliot has to stop ruining the moment.

But we all had felt it. The potential racism, judgement and even deadly stares we all could face when we enter the bridge to Chinatown.

JD proudly exclaims, “Who gives a shit?! Brian?!”

Brian is rolling the joint, and I watch as he licks the joint closed. “Not me brah.”

“Emi?”

Emi smirks as she looks behind to me, “Nothing scares me!” I laugh, knowing she almost pissed herself to get the courage and compliment her now boyfriend’s mohawk.

“Manza?!” JD screams. I didn’t even realize, but the speed of the car has increased. He has a great grin, revealing the canines he used to hate in middle school. His jaw is sharp with a tensed look, and his dirty eyes are gleaming. He’s high. I smile. My heart is beating fast. “!Jorge, ya no tango miedo a la muerte!”

“THEN LET’S GO—!”

JD never finishes his sentence. I turn and everything flashes like pictures in my mind. It’s a lime green car that rams into Emi’s side. Her frizzed hair blocks JD’s view and he turns the wheel towards the car. The car finishes going in front of us. Brian flies a bit out of his seat, going unconscious. Cannabis flies everywhere. Elliot smashes his nose against the headrest behind JD. I can’t breathe. I can’t hear. I also fly forward. My right side of my face smashes against the headrest. In my last few moments of consciousness, I see a red painted Emi. JD’s body is mangled. I feel upside down. Elliot is shouting my name. Brian is trying to crawl to me. I can’t feel anything. I feel trapped.

I don’t know what happens. I just let go. I just mumble my brother’s name. I think of Mama, Papi. I think I see Abuelo Oso. He looks the same as he always does. He smiles at me. “Mija? Por que estas aqui? Levante...No llore…”

“RIO!”

I pass out.

#writing #<3 #writblr #writeblr #flyin flydays

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