#ya-boi-perish asked

[shieldofiron]

One subby billionaire Steve please with dom blue collar worker Billy

Oh coming right UP! CW: We're doing a little daddy dom, light bdsm (they're just getting started.)

Steve doesn't take off the suit until Billy tells him. He doesn't do anything until Billy tells him, but he especially doesn't take off the suit. Billy's fingers, tipped with callouses, burn through the layers of expensive fabric, and Steve whimpers. His blood feels like it's on fire, his head is feverish, and he burns, he pines, he perishes.

Billy taught him that. Billy, who reads Moliere and giggles in the bath, who moved in and brought his box of books and bright clothes and color and life to Steve's sad sterile penthouse. Billy, who makes him groan and cry and laugh and delights him beyond belief.

"Fuck, so good for me, angel, were you waiting long?" Billy whispers in his ear, moustache tickling. He smells like motor oil and cigarettes and the detergent that Billy swears works better than Steve's fancy stuff.

Steve whimpers, "No, daddy."

Billy's laugh tickles along Steve's back where Billy's chest is pressed, sends goosebumps scattering across his skin.

"Long day?" Billy whispers.

Steve has a tension headache between his brows, and he groans, leaning back into Billy's chest, "Yeah. Just... yeah."

"Poor little angel, not enough workers to exploit?" Billy shakes his head.

"The charity set up is taking longer than I expected, and I'm just... fuck... Daddy, please?"

"Okay, I'll quit teasing ya," Billy nuzzles his nose against Steve's neck, "Let me wash up."

"Can I-?"

Steve trails off and he can feel Billy stare at him, "You want to come with me?"

Steve nods, "I'll wash your hair, maybe?"

Billy smiles against Steve's cheek, "Yeah, baby? You gonna take care of me?"

"Yes, please. Always."

Billy digs his fingers into the knot of Steve's tie, tugging at his clothes, "Fuck, angel, you're being so good for me."

"I could be bad," Steve whispers longingly, following as Billy tugs them into the bathroom.

"No," Billy laughs, pulling at Steve's Italian wool jacket, "Not you. Never you."

Steve warms to the compliment, burns under Billy's hungry gaze as he strips Steve and asks him to draw them a bath.

"Got so many ideas Angel," Billy smiles, sitting on the edge of the tub, "Get in and grip the sides. Don't move, okay?"

Steve complies, realizing only when he grasps the sides of the tub that his hands are shaking, he's hot all over and gasping already.

"Good boy," Billy coos, "Now, let's take the edge off, Princess."

Steve intends to say more, but then Billy turns on the handheld shower head and flips it to the massaging function. His hands are stained with motor oil, and he dips the shower head under the water, pressing it to the underside of Steve's half-hard cock. Steve jerks, letting out a wailing gasp.

"Don't move, angel," Billy corrects, leaning over Steve and pressing an indulgent kiss to Steve's forehead. The steam makes Billy's curls curlier, and his eyes are heavy lidded, sliding down Steve's body like the water.

Steve tries to hold still, thighs trembling, while the water pulses along his cock. It's unlike anything else, too much and not enough all at once.

"Oh, I'm sorry baby," Billy moves the shower head and it pulses right against the head of his cock.

Steve jerks, splashing water up against Billy's mechanic's shirt, plastering it to his chest.

"Relax, Angel," Billy whispers.

"Kiss," Steve gasps, trying with all of his power to still his hips, "K-Kiss, please-"

Billy leans in and parts Steve's lips, kissing his lower lip slowly and then slipping his tongue inside. He tastes like cigarettes and hot wet skin and Steve melts into it, muscles going lax and weak.

As soon as he relaxes into it, he realizes he's so close, embarrassing close.

"B-Billy," Steve whimpers pressed against Billy's lips.

"Do it, angel," Billy's voice is harsh and rough, "Fucking do it, we have all night."

Steve doesn't take off his suit until Billy says, and he sure as hell comes when Billy says. The water seems to pulse right to the core of him, and he groans, hips jerking, lips seeking up for Billy's. He can feel tears burning hot behind his eyes, the rasp of Billy's fingers where they cradle Steve's head at the nape of his neck, the water, lapping against him hothothot.

He comes to a moment later, cum swirling in the water and Billy's indulgent chuckle in his ears.

"Good for you Angel?"

"Get in here," Steve whispers, head lolling weakly.

"Don't need to tell me twice," Billy's mustache twitches.

#asks #sub!steve harrington #dom!billy hargrove #harringrove #harringrove ficlet #lemon #shades of master sunshine #master sunshine

[shirefantasies]

Silly Ol’ Bear- Bombur x F!Dwarrow!Reader

As always with me it’s Ur Clan hours & my mind is full of fluff of my muses 😌 I can’t get over the popular fanon/actors’ headcanon about our boi having like 13 or 14 kids- he’s such a family man ok??? Note: in this time period they’re the equivalent of late teenagers!

You are peacefully crossing the house you visited, soles of your shoes tapping lightly upon wooden floors, when like little firecrackers two small shapes barreled toward you.

“Run!” A small voice called.

“Run,” the other agreed, “the bear is after us!”

Crowding about your skirts were none other than Fili and Kili, Dis’s young sons. You couldn’t help but smile and reach out to pat their wee heads- young as they were, they had little memory of Erebor’s evacuation. Childhood ease still shone in the princes’ eyes. While you yourself had not dwelt in the Lonely Mountain, some extended relatives had, thus your visit and that of some other dwarves from the Blue Mountains.

“You’re being chased by a bear?” You played along with the boys, still smiling through your feigned serious tone.

“Oh, yes, he’s big and ferocious and-”

“Raaaah!” Before Kili could even finish, a playful roar echoed through the room. “I’ll catch you both yet!”

Squealing, the boys hid further behind your skirts, Kili even trying to get beneath them as you jumped, shaking your head. They were but little ones, after all.

The bear in question was none other than your dear friend Bombur. He, too, was visiting the settlement, and you thought you’d heard Dis task him with watching the boys. He was the younger brother in his family, so you couldn’t help wondering at that how he was with wee dwarves.

And, it seemed, you were getting your answer. With giggles of protest, Fili was scooped up into your fiery-haired friend’s arms and held prisoner, though quite gently, you noticed. Kili called out small protests from some layer or another of your dress.

“Are you going to eat me, Mr. Bear?” Fili asked as he squirmed in Bombur’s arms, his little brown fur coat making him resemble something of a bear cub himself.

“Oh, no,” the broad dwarf replied slowly, shaking his head as his cheeky smile grew, “I’m going to put ya in my stew first, then I’ll eat ya!”

“Not when I am here!” Kili shouted, finally ducking back out of your dress and running forth as he produced a wooden sword. “My brother is no stew!”

The dark-haired brother leapt forward, all but knocking Bombur and Fili over as they rolled around and roughhoused, your friend clearly letting the boys be the victors as Kili slashed the air above his neck.

“I cut off your head!” He shouted with wicked, boyish glee.

“No,” Bombur called, voice weakening with every syllable, “no prince stew for me! Nooooo…”

Laying his head down dramatically and sticking his tongue out, Bombur ‘perished’ as the lads cheered. Shaking your head with amusement, you caught the way he winked at you, flushed a bit.

When Bombur stood up, he took the young princes with him, one hanging off of each arm as if a reminder of his strength. As they dangled, you reached over to your friend, taking his shoulders and starting him in a spin that had the little ones cheering again. Shortly after that, though, key turned in lock and the lads went back off with their mother who had returned from the market with their favorite iced buns, leaving you and your dear friend on your own again by the home’s flickering hearth. You peered at Bombur with a smile.

“What?” He looked genuinely puzzled.

“Didn’t know you were so good with little ones until now. Guess I’ve never seen you them before,” you told him.

“Aye,” he nodded, glancing down a bit, “I’ve always loved ‘em.”

“You must be looking forward to having your own once we reach age, huh?” The two of you were the same age, born mere months apart, and that alone had drawn your mothers together before you’d even realized it had done the same for you. Both you and Bombur would become adults soon enough, of the age to start contemplating if you’d like to marry.

“Of course I am,” he lit up, blue-grey eyes glistening, “I want my own little army!”

You could see it. As good as he was with Fili and Kili, why not more?

“What’s an army,” you asked, amused, “a dozen?”

“A baker’s dozen!” Bombur countered, grinning.

“Thirteen?” Lightly you smacked his arm, to which he just smiled sheepishly. “You silly ol’ bear!”

By Mahal, he really was serious about this. Then again… you pictured twins, two tiny versions of the broad dwarf, maybe another set, one with hair his vibrant shade of red…and maybe one with a color more like yours… perhaps a couple little dwarrowdams if you were lucky…

You shook your head, feeling quite warm as your friend’s voice speaking your name cut through your reverie. Like it or not, you really had fallen for him.

“What about you?”

The images you’d just seen flickered through your mind again like the inviting fireglow reflected off of his eyes, dancing across your mind alongside the contented beat of your heart.

“I think I’d like a big family, too, you answered almost reflexively. Even if you’d never thought about it before, it was like a switch went off, gears turning in your mind.

“Well,” Bombur replied, smiling much more softly that time, “that makes me happy.”

For some years you’d wondered at his words and their purpose. Wondered, hoped, imagined this and that time and time again, until the day he called you his One, asked you to become his wife because he couldn’t imagine bringing up that baker’s dozen with anyone else.

#the hobbit #the hobbit x reader #the hobbit imagines #the hobbit headcanons #bombur #bombur x reader #bombur x female reader #female reader #dwarrow reader #fluff

[meatcinema]

Battle Royale (2000) Dir. Kinji Fukasaku

Trigger warning for: Violence, Suicide, Sexual Assault, Murder

I first watched Battle Royale in high school, on my laptop, curled up in bed, at some secret hour of the night when I should have been asleep. I probably had school in the morning. I won't lie to you and say I was immediately swept off my feet, my head was still full of YA fantasy novels and what kissing must feel like and what it must be like to really date a vampire and still figuring out the logistics of periods and why I could never seem to insert a tampon correctly even though all my friends used tampons. I really liked it, but I sort of really liked everything back then.

In college one of my very good friends asked me if I had ever read the book. I hadn't. He described the poetic language, the fluid grip of each page, and heartbreakingly, a moment I could scarcely remember from the film, two young lovers who take each other's hand and step off a cliff together. I would eventually read the book, my own printed grid of all the faces and numbers of the students acting as my bookmark. I would cross out their faces every time one of them perished. A sick game of bingo. I devoured all 627 pages in a little over 3 days. And it stuck.

I have watched Battle Royale many times since. I think every time I watch it, I hold it more and more dearly to my heart. If you're not familiar, Battle Royale revolves around a class of middle schoolers with explosive collars strapped to their necks, who have been selected to participate in the government sanctioned Battle Royale where they are tasked with killing each other until only one remains. It is a spectacle of bloodshed, darkly comedic at times, and deeply heartbreaking.

(Spoilers below)

The film is constantly swelling with strings, operatic in its death and destruction, bloodstained uniforms and lush greenery, the constant churning of waves against the cliffside, it is as beautiful as it is violent. But where Battle Royale really strikes is in the quiet moments, after the screaming stops. There is a tenderness in the quiet, where minimalistic dialogue shines through. Chigusa lays dying in her crush's arms, understanding that he may never love her in the way she wanted, but this closeness, maybe it's not the worst way to die. She asks "God, can I say one more thing?" She tells him "You look really cool, Hiroki," and he responds "You too. You're the coolest girl in the world." They are no older than 14 or 15. The camera pushes out, framing them as part of the landscape, swaddled in crawling green, the light gold, the air still. There is such a sweetness in the words, such simple phrasing for such complex emotions, all the sincerity of a child confessing her love in the way she knows how, all the comfort of a boy who said he'd always have her back, forever, he promised. It is the quietest death in the film.

The film is intercut with moments like this, black screens of text, sometimes narrated by one of the characters, sometimes completely silent. There are also flashbacks, continually going back to the shared blurry golden memory of a basketball game, the entire class cheering and clapping, together in a moment of joy. Our protagonist Shuya remembers bunking with his best friend Nobu, the light melting through the window warm and comforting. Nobu is one of the first to die, his throat exploding as he reaches out to Shuya, and Shuya out to him. They scream for each other.

Sometimes the film is unimaginably cruel. One of the students holds a megaphone to his victim so her dying screams can be heard across the island. Mitsuko, one of the film's primary antagonists, revels in her own cruelty, delighting in the bloodshed. "What's wrong with killing? Everyone's got their reasons," she says pointing a gun at one of her friends. Not all memories are golden, Mitsuko proves. We are given a snippet of her childhood, her mother passed out on the kitchen table after selling her daughter to a strange man for the next few hours. During her first kill, Mitsuko tells her victim about a couple hanging from a tree outside. "Not my scene!" she declares, "I'll never die like THAT!" Some of these students have been surviving long before the game started. And for all her viciousness, all her mercilessness, Mitsuko delivers perhaps one of the most heartbreaking scenes in the film. She is shot. She gets back up. She is shot again. She gets back up. She is shot again. She doesn't get back up. It is in this moment that her desperation to survive is at its most apparent, she is flailing, screaming, covered in her own blood, but she will not give up. She has to survive, she always has. But she doesn't. Her body floats limply, her voice lays sadly across the frame "I just didn't want to be a loser anymore."

The film delivers some of it's most brutal dialogue in the moments of silence, often swallowing the students in scenery, framing them as part of the landscape. It's beautiful to behold, large sweeping grassy cliffs and the endless blue ocean and dripping green forests and dark deserted buildings in ruins. Hiroki lies dying after being shot by his crush who unknowingly perceived him as a threat. His chest bleeds as he confesses "I've been in love with you, Kotohiki, for a long, long time." He dies, his face half submerged in the dirty water flooding the floor of the abandoned building. One wonders what a "long, long time" must mean to someone who has lived such a short life. The water is red now. In many ways, the students seem to meld into the scenery, their bodies finishing the composition as if they were always meant to be there, as if there was never a way for them to escape.

The movie is brutal, grand, horrifying. It is as stark in its savagery as it is in its poetics. Below the mind-scrambling depictions of murder and death and the chaotic spiral of madness, lies a true tenderness for life, for friendship, for humanity. Towards the end of the film, the screen reads "At the end, I'm glad I found a true friend." There is such a ferocity for life in this film, for survival, that even in the bleakest of moments we can "RUN!" What is your life worth? Is it worth it to spend your dying moments in the arms of your best friend, to sacrifice yourself so your friends can survive, to tell the person you love that you loved them for a long, long time. Is it worth it to kill everyone you ever knew, if it meant you could go on, you could survive like you've always done. Is it worth it, just to know that you found a true friend. Through all the blood, all the guts, there is beauty to be found. There is something to run towards, just as there is something to run away from. Chigusa's memory unfolds as she runs through the forest, Hiroki close on her heels on a bicycle.

"Chigusa, how far are you planning to run?"

"Ahead of you, forever!"

"I'll watch your back forever."

"Promise?"

#battle royale #fob movie guide #meatcinema #film review #kinji fukasaku

[izzyspussy]

Any thoughts on Roy x Keeley? And what are you most looking forward to in OFMD S2?

I love them! But I think I might like jamiekeeley better at this point. Narratively, I think roykeeley makes more sense (if it could only be two), but. If I had to pick based on favoritism without care for the story lmao, I'd pick Jamie. (But really I'd pick RKJ, for both story and favorite, which obviously is the ideal.)

I think they made a good pair! I liked the development they had to get together and the way their relationship changed them, and I thought their breakup was realistic, in-character, and could easily be recovered from and make them stronger (if they had gone for it).

I did also like Keeley showing the both of them the door in the finale though, although I do think that was obviously a temporary thing. I saw a post the other day about someone thought it was OOC for Keeley based on her fawning for Jack and other aspects of her past + the fact we've never really seen her be single, etc, but I thought it made sense as not necessarily her being like okay I'm done with the both of you forever now goodbye and more as like... Comparable to when she was like "should I ask you permission to go pee" to Roy in season 1. Like no she's not an independent girlboss like she wants to be or like some of fandom makes her, but she also doesn't put up with being mistreated or with misogyny - which is what the boys were doing there + I thought her sarcastic little "you mean I get to choose?" thing was kind of a perfect match to the way she got with Roy before. Plus, while she did second guess her choice about Jamie at first and she did fawn to Jack, she also did show herself some strong self-respect by breaking up with him and standing her ground about the video in the first place. So I thought her kicking Jamie and Roy out was exactly like that, and the show just didn't spend enough time on it to show it wasn't a Final Say.

As for OFMD, I'm mostly looking forward to seeing my little guy!!! Also I'm prepared but not ready for Taika as Blackbeard again like ya boy got so horny about him season 1 I about perished. I like to kind of go in without much expectation or speculation or anything, so I don't have a whole lot to say yet other than that really! But I'm very, very eager for Con O'Neill to once again be in something bearable to watch alsfjkslkj.

#jack chats #jack facts #ted lasso #roykeeley #rkj #otplus #keeley jones #hc #ofmd

[cosmic-kaden]

hello, i am here to suggest in '♡ with ronnie' for the ask game,, :>>

[ ~ @/kentofukamiya ]

SEND ME ♡ + A SHIP AND I’LL TELL YOU…

THE B O I <3 THANK YOU BROOKE!!

Who is the most affectionate?

Hey, it's me ya boi /gn ldkjflds No really I'm a lot more affectionate, not that Ronnie doesn't like to be affectionate he's just awkward but he's really sweet about it when he wants to show affections because he will always as me "Can I hug you?" "Can I kiss you?" "Can we cuddle?" etc ITS SO CUTE!

Who initiates the handholding?

This is the one thing that Ronnie will do unprompted! It's always Ronnie! If we're sitting on the couch or if we're going for a walk he will never hesitate to reach for my hand and interlock out fingers together <33

Who worries more for the other?

We BOTH worry a lot about one another especially when all hell breaks lose with the zambos! We always have to be in eaach others sights if we aren't we are constantly worry about one another until we see each other again! ;A;

Who is more likely to ask for help?

Ronnie, it's still a learning process for me to ask for help but I am more good at helping others so I don't midn when he asks for help with anything! :D I'm the one who gets offered help and I'm like "no, no I got it!" as a basic response and then interanlly panic because Nararator voice: They did not in fact have it.

Who is the one always losing the keys?

It's meeeeeee, even thought I have a lanyard and they're hard to miss I will still end up losing them and they would be in the most random ass places because if I get distracted just as I'm walking in the door I will place them in some random spot and walk away and now they suddenly no longer exist until I need them again! It's awful! Thankfully Ronnie can spot them in an instant! :D

Who leaves little love notes for the other?

So I love making little doodles so you bet when he goes to work he has some notes and doodles in his lunch from me~ hehehe

Who can’t sleep unless the other is there?

Ronnie! He got so used to me being with him that if I'm not he will toss and turn and eventually need to stack some pillows beside him to emulate me being next to him T_T Poor sweetie~

Who is more likely to propose to the other?

THATS A GREAT QUESTION! because I have no idea! It really could be either of us! :0

Who introduced the other to their family first?

yeehaw all self-inserts have no family OTL So it would 10/10 be Ronnie introducing me to his family and since I don't know how families work I would just be standing there like ._. <plz don't hate me. LOL

Who is more likely to play with the other’s hair?

I play with Ronnie's hair A LOT! like a lot a lot! If running my fingers through my boyfriends hair was a game in the olymipics I would win gold every time aldfjkdslkfdsjf

Who makes sure the other has meals/stays hydrated?

Ronnie has to take care of me or I will literally perish lmfao

Who is more likely to stand up to anyone for the other?

We're both quick to jump in defense of the other~! We are very protective of each other! <333

Who is the most likely to prepare a surprise for the other?

Ronnie! He can be quiet the romantic when it comes to surpries and its always so well thought out and so very very sweet! Queue me trying to play off not tearing up whenever he surprises me with something!! adkfjslkf

Who makes the other pinky promise not to do certain things?

Hm, we don't really do pinky promises ^^;; at least haven't really had a reason too!

Who puts a blanket over the other when they fall asleep on the couch?

Both. Both is good. No really, either of us would be inclined to make sure the other was warm and comfortable if they fell asleep on the couch~

#those who slay together stay together #games;; #THANK YOU!!! :DDDDD

[desiredcrescent]

So ya like BG3 Characters?

I got encouragement from one (1) person and im ill with oc thoughts so here we go ✨ Maybe more characters to come but we're dealing bg3 here!

Always open to discuss characters with others, receive asks and the like! I just get very distracted so it might take me a few days to get to you 😅

have some memes before walls of text ✨

Farryn, Tiefling Wild Magic Sorcerer (25 years old)

If you think there's a favourite here on the blog ur right. this is my babyboy. He occupies my brain most of the time. First bg3 tav realness. (the art is by my lovely partner bwee)

- Romancing Astarion and Halsin

- Besties with Karlach

- Dancing around emotions with Wyll (The potential that larian purposefully stood in the way of actually makes me ill fr,,,, why did i not get the dance scene besties.... what did i do wrong...)

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- Glass cannon who's willing to push himself to the limit (magical fatigue themes my beloved) to guarantee his survival. He IS reckless but he will make sure everyone gets out alive.

- He's a city boy stumbling around out here, Perishing at the rough and tumble camp life but he is also in awe of the natural world.

- He mostly acts with self preservation in mind, leading to him being largely non-combatitive whenever possible, or at worst making bold but necessary sacrifices for his and his companions' safety.

- Hates the idea of gods being these fonts of absolute rules and fate being prewritten. Hated everyone being on their god related bullshit.

- He will claim to be a hater!!! he is lying with his 20 CHA score!!! he is in fact a lover at his core. He has so much love for his companions and the world around him despite how it's treated him.

- he's kinda vain in that rich kid way, he has an appreciation for dance and fashion, definitely has standards when it comes to meals eaten too.

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Farryn is the 3rd child to an influential Baldur's Gate family. He was raised in complete secrecy from the prying eyes of the Baldur's Gate elite due to him being born a tiefling. It'd simply ruin his family's image. His family were deeply devoted to the God of Fate, Savras, and in turn all were either skilled diviners, or various clerics in His service.

When he turned 11, he awoke to his magic in a display of chaos, and gifted the slight gift of being able to take control of the wheels of fate. His family then suddenly doted on him, believing him to be the potential chosen of Savras, and this being a blessing for new followers. Their dedication and warped ideas of Farryn lead them to trying to canonize him as some sort of figurehead on the day of his 14th Birthday. After the failure, they bide their time until Farryn's 21st, to try again. But this time he ran, and has been since trying to live in a world where he never truly existed.

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Daeris Cylian, Half-Drow PalaBard, Oath of Vengeance/College of Swords (57~ Years old)

So he was conceptulised as: how fucked up would it be to play a dark urge paladin who fights so hard to keep his oath and yeah. answer is pretty fucked.

- Romancing: Undecided! the allure of Wyll romance is true,,,

- Besties with: Lae'zel, he likes her forwardness and devotion.

- He's not taken his bard levels yet but we're getting there guys. Fic incoming.

- Resisting the Urge (i might be splitting saves to have him break beneath the urge but shh not rn)

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- Soft spoken and gentle mannered, until he's on the battlefield.

- Being a durge he's perhaps a bit too comfortable being covered in blood

- His two instincts being 'kill' and 'be killed for the cause' creates a guy fr.

- He'll never wield a shield, but he'll put himself on the front lines to take the hardest hits. He believes that if he gets hit, its one hit that hasn't landed on someone else.

- He tries to see the best in people, but the second they're responsible for another's suffering?? thin ice.

- Hot. He's hot.

- He plays the lute and violin but he doesn't know that. (calloused hands perhaps better suited to the delicate playing of an instrument, rather than the brutal grip of a heavy weapon)

- Martyr complex off the CHARTS. He will throw himself into every situation possible with little to no regard for his safety. He'll always take the opportunity to suffer in place of someone else.

- an "I'd die for you" kinda guy if that wasn't super clear.

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Daeris awoke on the Nautiloid with the prayers of Ilmater rattling in his head before even his own name. He fought through the nautiloid, horrified at what was going on but unable to save anyone else or lessen the pains they were experiencing. As he awoke on the beach in the wreckage, he swore an oath of vengeance for those who perished on the nautiloid, to hunt down those responsible for... well everything.

Being quick to dedicate himself to Ilmater, he remembers pretty much the core beliefs, about shouldering the suffering of others and acting as selflessly as possible.

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Cress, Tiefling Circle of Spores Druid/Gloomstalker Ranger (20 something, they never really kept track)

- Romancing: No one yet but they have eyes for Karlach

- Best friends with: Lae'zel and Wyll

- Not sure the split on Ranger/Druid levels just yet, I'm not a min-maxer with this stuff and its mostly based on vibes.

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- Happy-go-lucky to a fault! They're so energetic and trusting but this comes with its issues.

- They're SUPER trusting of their 'guardian' and are grateful for some direction.

- Due to their mostly spore-based connections with the Myconids, Cress doesn't love talking. Their voice is often hoarse from disuse, and they definitely prefer any psychic or magical means of communication.

- They're in LOVE with the flora of the surface, they have no idea how to garden but they're so happy to learn.

- They're a psychical touch kinda person, purely because of the lack of it they had growing up.

- If we got one guy who hates gods (Farryn) and a guy who's whole thing is abt his relationship to a god (Daeris), Cress is the guy who simply is a bit clueless on the gods. They live under a rock in those terms. They've read books on some gods but that's probably as far as they've gotten.

- They literally want everyone to like them sooo much.

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Cress is a tiefling who, after being abandoned by their parents at a young age, found themselves scared and alone in the Underdark.

They were just a child stumbling around, and happened upon the Myconid Colonies. Being a child who didn't particularly understand, they just saught shelter and community. And the Myconids offered them this, wearily at first, but as soon as it was clear this child wasn't really going to mean them harm, it was an easy enough transition. Being raised by Myconids was a strange one, perhaps distant in a way but Cress only yearned for acceptance, which they offered freely.

As they grew older, they conversed with outsiders and assisted adventurers and acted as the go to for vibe checking those who wished to temporarily stay in the Myconids' company. They also became an expert navigator for lost adventurers, only asking for seemingly meaningless trinkets from the surface. On one such trip up to the surface, they found themselves snatched up by a nautiloid, and the adventure begins from here.

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Honourary mention to my bastard (affectionate) Serene- I'm just eepy otherwise I'd do a full breakdown.

He's a Knowledge domain cleric to Mystra because i want to menace Gale personally. He's in my co-op game with my lovely partner and between the two of us we've made our tavs the good ol Excited Labrador and Black Cat friendship. Serene is relatively fearless which doubles up as his greatest flaw. idiot for the sake of research and curiosity. the weird hateful yaoi they could have with gale is definitely compelling

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#farryn (tav) #daeris (durge) #Cress (Tav) #Serene (Tav) #I've got a type of character i make and its largely lovers in any form #but yeah the deep lore for these guys continues to spiral #I'll have to remember to take screenshots more often especially with Daeris <3 #man on the verge #Also big up Neon's hair pack I'm using for Serene for this screenshot #hot <3

[meowthefluffy]

Hi! I just wanted to ask about your superhero au thing! I just saw some art for it and I was wondering if there was a storyline to go with it? If not, could you tell me about it? Whatever you want to tell me. I just want to know more!!!

Oh my dear there is so much story!!! Like you have no idea what floodgates you have just opened!!!

It took me multiple days to write this response because I kept getting excited and going on tangents and then editing them out, but let’s go through the premise  first and then I’ll explain the characters. 

Premise: 

So in this world lots of people have superpowers, and said superpowers are given out by the Greek gods who will “sponsor” a hero or villain’s career and be the source of their power.

Virgil is a superhero and Roman is his supervillain, but when they aren’t fighting each-other the two are best friends and also crushing on each-other HARD, shenanigans ensue!( note they don’t know each other’s secret identities)

(character descriptions under cut)

Virgil/ Fear monger :

Sponsored by Pan

Virgil is a super hero with a relatively very villainous power set that he has to actively fight against to use for good. Virgil can inflict severe terror and nightmarish visions upon anyone who makes eye contact with him while using his powers, one side effect of said power is summoning large swaths of brambles and sharp vines. Virgil uses this “side effect “ as his main ability and refuses to use his fear powers for anything because they are too cruel for his taste. (Thus the blindfold in his hero design)

He’s been rivals with Golden-boy since they were both sidekicks so the two have a lot of history. Basically to a point where they consider each-other friends, or at least Virgil hopes they are (they’ve never actually talked about it)

In his civilian form Virgil is the child of two very wealthy businesses people and goes to a fancy private school. He’s got a lot a familial pressure put on him and fighting crime is his main outlet. Virgil is pretty popular at school but I the way where like everyone knows him but no one really KNOWS him ya dig? So he really laches onto Roman when he starts going to his school because Roman’s the first person to ever really see him.

Roman/ Golden boy:

Sponsored by Dionysius(but only through his old boss not directly)

Roman is the super villain Golden-boy! He used to be the one of the main minions of the supervillain King Midas, but king Midas perished and now he’s trying to make it one his own as a big time villain. 

His power set is that he can turn anything he touches into fools gold temporarily, he doesn’t use this power super often tho cause it’s pretty destructive and he just likes causing mischief. Instead he uses the winged sandals he wears to be a kinda speedster type 

In his civilian form Roman is a very poor kid who live much closer to the “bad side” of town. He lives with his sole caretaker Remus (who is like 10 years older than him in this au) and is generally not super well liked at school. He’s struggling with an illness he refuses to disclose with Virgil that means he misses a lot of school and is frequently bedridden. 

(His “illness “ is actually not anything cure-able by modern doctors. Roman actually has a curse that he obtained via King Midas’s experiments to create gold that would be permanent. Roman is slowly turning to gold, and said process is slowly killing him. He has told no one about this)

Here’s a crush equation 

❤️=crush

👍= besties 

Roman ❤️——> Virgil 

Roman 👍———-> Fear Monger 

Virgil ❤️———-> golden boy

Virgil👍————->Roman 

The other sides are this au too but that’s even more stuff and this post is long enough 😅 I’m sorry this took so long to write!!!

#superhero au #prinxiety #tsvirgil #tsroman #roman angst #roman sanders #virgil sanders

[yogodyolive]

My favorite voicelines/quotes/shit

FREDDY AND THE FAZBEARS!!!:

"Now would be a good ti-ime to hold your breath.' -Freddy Fazbear "You aren't as good at hiding as you think you are, you know." -Toy Freddy Michael: "You're broken. We're still your friends. Do you still believe that? I'm still here. I will put you back together." -Michael Afton "The Shadows are an ally to those who deny the darkness; A tool, A Shroud..." -Nightmare Fredbear "Let me put you back together, and then take you apart all over again." -Nightmare Fredbear "We know who our friends are, and you are not one of them." -Nightmare Fredbear "I Assure, You I Am Very Real." -Nightmare Fredbear "This time, there is more than an illusion to fear." -Nightmare Fredbear "Might as well face the facts, you were always destined to fail" -Withered Bonnie "Time to face the consequences of your failure..." -Withered Bonnie "What is this new prison? Is it me trapped, or is it you? Perhaps, it's us both." -Withered Bonnie "I may be missing my face, But even I could see this coming." -Withered Bonnie "I am remade, but not by you; By the one you should not have killed" -Nightmare Freddy "What a gift to relish, a victim that can't perish" -Nightmare Freddy "I am given flesh to be your tormentor" -Nightmare Freddy "I Have Always Been Hiding In Your Shadow." -Nightmare Freddy "Let's see how many times you can be pulled apart..." -Nightmare Freddy "No LIGHT Can Save you Now." -Nightmare Freddy "You will not be spared. You will not be saved." -Nightmare "The shadow fears me." -Nightmare "I am your wickedness, made of flesh." -Nightmare "I'm here to claim what is left of you." -Nightmare "I will vomit you back... to relive your horror." -Nightmare "A performance was demanded of me and now I have delivered. ENCORE!!" - Funtime Foxy "It seems you couldn't make it to my show, so I brought the show to you!" -Funtime Foxy "Showtimes are on the hour. Not a moment before and not a moment Later!" -Funtime Foxy "It's time to take your final bow!" -Funtime Foxy "I'm sorry, but there was never enough room on this stage for both of us!" -Funtime Foxy Lolbit: "Hahahah; Oh I bet you weren't expecting me, now were you?" -Lolbit "Hahaha, Get good, hahaha" "Ugh, real Bad man, heheheh." "Hey don't blame me! Your the one who didn't stay inline when I asked you too politely." "Hmmh, Maybe try harder next next time, hahaheeh." "Hhahahah, I'm sory, I'm Sorry, I just Can't help but Laugh at your Stupidity. hehehe" "Yikes, that one was worse then listening to people debate my gender. Hahaha" "I bet you were expecting some sort of, you know, some quirky FNaF world reference. Well here's one for ya; That one's terrible" "This is a nightmare that you won't wake from." -Nightmarione "I am the fearful reflection of what you have created." -Nightmarione "This time, death cannot save you..." Nightmarionne "The Nightmare is just Beginning..." -Nightmarionne "Lets taste death, Again, and Again, And again..." -Nightmarionne "Seeing you powerless is like music to me." -Puppet "I don't hate you, but you'll need to stay out of my way." -Puppet "I recognize you, but I'm not afraid of you; Not anymore..." -Puppet "The others are under MY protection..." -Puppet "The others are like animals, but I am VERY Aware." -Puppet "I could hear you... breathing" -Ballora "Why do you hide inside these walls?" -Ballora "These are  strange circumstances... that have brought us together" -Ballora "Come closer, Help me count my teeth" -Nightmare Balloon-Boy "Flash that light all you want! It can't save you now." -Nightmare Balloon-Boy "Heh-Heh-Heh; Your not so Big, Just a bite-Sized Morsel. CHOMP!" -Nightmare Balloon-Boy "You knew I'd get you eventually." -Nightmare Balloon-Boy "There just isn't room in here for both of us." -Nightmare Balloon-Boy L.E.F.T.E: "Shhhhh...It will all be over soon..." -Lefty "Shhhhh...There is room for one more." -Lefty Jack O' Chica: "I Am A Burning Reminder Of Your Misdeeds." -Jack O' Chica "The fire within me burns eternal, and now you shall as well!" -Jack O' Chica "Come and burn with me." -Jack O' Chica "Did things get really hot in here, or is it just me?" -Jack O' Chica Obscure Secondary Characters: "I consider it a dignified death... not really, it was actually quite pathetic." -Pigpatch "Don't you hate getting killed by obscure secondary characters?" -Nedd bear "I just want to play hide and seek..." -Bidybap "I see you over there in the dark! come-come on out!" -Funtime Freddy "This Is my time to shine; And yours to fail." -Toy Bonnie "Where do you think your gonna go? There's nowhere to Hide inside a Bad Dream..." -Nightmare Bonnie "You wont get tired of DYING, Will you?" -Toy Chica "I never thought I'd make it to the end, but now we are together..." -Withered Chica Baby: "I don’t recongise you. You are new. I remember this scenario, however." -Circus Baby "It’s a strange thing to want to do, to come here. I’m curious what events would lead a person to want to spend their nights, in a place like this. Willingly. Maybe curiosity? Maybe ignorance?" -Circus Baby "I’d recommend that you keep the Springlocks wound up. Your breathing and your heartbeat are causing them to come loose. You don’t want them to get too loose; trust me." -Circus Baby "I’ve been out before, but they always put me back. They always put us back inside. There’s nowhere for us to hide here. There’s nowhere to go, when we look like this. But if we looked like you, then we could hide. If we looked like you, then we would have somewhere to go. The Scooper only hurts for a moment." -Circus Baby "Looks like something bad happened." -Circus Baby "You won't die, but you'll wish you could." -Scrap Baby Auburgine Man: "I ALWAYS come back..." -Plushtrap "What a deceptive calling. I knew it was a lie the moment I heard it, obviously. But it is intriguing nonetheless." -Scraptrap "Suffer now, like all who have stood before me!" -Springtrap Idk: "It is not your flesh that sustains me. It is your FEAR." - "Hide if you want. It did not save the others. It will not save you." - "Your fear...will consume you." - "I can taste the fear in your breath." - "I will make you suffer...suffer like so many of the others." -   hi

DreamSMP: DreamSMP: "The only thing that works in this world is that your treat others as they treat you." -Technoblade "We have NO MERCY! NO MERCY FOR YOU! We will BURN DOWN your houses, we will KILL everything inside your walls, and we will TAKE BACK the land that is rightfully ours, if you do not surrender. I wanna see WHITE FLAGS! WHITE FLAGS, OUTSIDE YOUR BASE, BY TOMORROW, AT DAWN, OR YOU ARE DEAD!" -Dream "Look, I'm an atheist, but when God sends me to Hell I want him to hesitate." —Technoblade "Down with the revolution, boys. It was never meant to be." -Eret "Violence is never the answer. Violence is the question, and the answer is yes." -Technoblade "This is checkmate. This is it. The end. I suggest you resign." -Tubbo "There is so much more in the world... You can go explore it. It's all yours." -Wilbur Soot "I have something that you'll never have. I HAVE THE BLADE!!!" -Tommyinnit "Sir, I dropkicked that child in self defense." Technoblade "If I can't make people smile i'll make them cry..." -Fundy “Independence or death. If we get no revolution, then we want nothing. We would rather die than give in to you and join your SMP” -Wilbur Soot "Eret, listen to me, and I mean this in the nicest way possible: You fucked up." -Tommyinnit "If the crown fits, wear it." - Ranboo “Bust that bible open read the versus to me back” - Sapnap “2 times the cheese, 2 times the disease” - Ranboo "Do I shoot, Wil, or do I aim for the skies...?" -Tommyinnit "Tommy, I... I want you to do whatever your heart says you should do." -Wilbur Soot "Tommy, the thing is, you're using words... but the thing about this world, Tommy, is that the only universal language is violence... and we've had that conversation. We've spoken that language in the pit. It's over, Tommy. Onto a new day. A new plot, to destroy Manburg." -Technoblade "I want to leave a smoking crater from which not only will Manburg never recover, but from which no new country can rise in its place. History will FORGET that a country ever existed in this area." -Technoblade "What do you think gives you power?  Is it your crown? Is it the fact that you're king?" -Dream "Those who've been given power... hold on to it." -Eret "Sure. Respect is big.If... Respect is the only thing protecting you from... a knife in the back. Respect is nothing, right?" -Dream "The thing that I built this nation for doesn't exist anymore... Th-that thing I worked towards... doesn't exist anymore. It's over." -Wilbur Soot " L'Manburg can be independent... But L'Manburg can't be free." -Dream "Welcome home, Theseus!" -Technoblade "Everything to do with government has just been bad, so far. [...] I've watched it completely destroy and tear down people's wills, and change people. I've seen it change the nicest people into complete and utter tyrants. So... I think it's about time." -Philza Minecraft "Tommy, I'm not done with you. L'Manberg's story is over, but our story isn't over." -Dream "We're in the endgame now." -Tommyinnit "I'm sorry, Dream. You should've paid me more." -Punz "I'm proud of you, Tommy. I'm proud of you." -Wilbur Soot "Doomed are those who try to run for it always catches up eventually :)" -Ranboo "That's the Tommy I know." -Dream "Think about it, think about it! Everything that's gone wrong, it's down to us, it lies at our footsteps." -Wilbur Soot Technoblade joined the game. "Legacy is all you leave behind in this world." -Quackity “Blood for the blood god” ― Technoblade “I'm the second-worst thing to ever happen to those orphans.  -Technoblade” “If you ever get bored, punch an orphan. What are they gonna do? Tell their parent?” ― Technoblade “I think Skyblock at its core is the ultimate challenge in resource management. You spawn on a tiny island in an empty universe. All you have is a tree, some supplies and some dirt to stand on. You have to treasure EVERY dirt block, because if one falls into the void, there's no way to replace it and as you carefully navigate your absurd circumstance, you gain a new appreciation for the few things you have as you meticulously use them to their fullest effect. With nothing but some ice, lava and saplings you slowly transform this empty expanse into a world of your very own. Skyblock teaches us that no matter how ridiculous the odds may seem, within us resides the power to overcome these challenges and achieve something beautiful. That one day, we'll look back at where we started and be amazed by how far we've come.” ― Technoblade “Technoblade is who I really am.” ― Technoblade HENRY EMILY Henry Emily- "It’s only now that I understand the depth of the depravity of this, creature – this monster – that I unwillingly helped to create. As if what he had already done wasn’t enough, he found a new way to desecrate, to humiliate, to destroy. As if the suffering wasn’t enough, the loss of innocence, the loss of everything to so many people. Small souls trapped in prisons of my making, now set to new purpose, and used in ways I never thought imaginable. He lured them all back. Back to a familiar place. Back with familiar tricks. He brought them all together. Are they still, aware? I hope not. It keeps me awake at night. I could make myself…sleep. But not yet. Not until I undo what he has done, and heal this wound. A wound first inflicted on me, but then one that I let bleed out to cause, all of this. He set some kind of trap – I don’t know what it was, but he led them there, again. He overpowered them, again. And he robbed them of the only thing that they had, again. I don’t know how those tiny breaths of life came to inhabit those machines, but they will never find rest now – not like this. I have to call them, all back. All of them. Together, in one place." -Henry Emily Henry Emily "Connection terminated: I'm sorry to interrupt you Elizabeth, If you still even remember that name, but I'm afraid you've been misinformed. You're not here to receive a gift; Nor have you been called here by the individual you assume, although, you have Indeed been called... You have all been called here, into a labyrinth of sounds and smells, misdirection and misfortune. A labyrinth with no exit, a maze with no price. You don’t even realize that you are trapped. Your lust for blood has driven you in endless circles, chasing the cries of children in some unseen chamber always seeming so near, yet somehow out of reach. But you will never find them, none of you will. This is where your story ends. And to you, my brave volunteer, who somehow found this job listing, not intended for you. Although there was a way out planned for you, I have a feeling that’s not what you want. I have a feeling that you are right where you want to be. I am remaining as well. I am nearby. This place will not be remembered, and the memory of everything that started this can finally begin to fade away, as the agony of every tragedy should. And to you monsters trapped in the corridors, be still, and give up your spirits. They don’t belong to you. For most of you, I believe there is peace, and perhaps more, waiting for you after the smoke clears. Although for one of you, the darkest pit of hell has opened to swallow you whole, so don’t keep the devil waiting, old friend. My daughter -if you can hear me, I knew you would return as well. It's in your nature to protect the innocent. I'm sorry that on that day -the shut you were shut out, and left to die- No one was to lift you up into their arms, the way you lifted others into yours. And then what became of you. I should have know you wouldn't be content to disappear; Not my daughter. I couldn't save you then, So let me save you now. It’s time to rest, for you, and for those you have carried in your arms. This ends, for all of us. -End communication." -Henry Emily OZYMANDIAS Ozymandias I met a traveler from an antique land, Who said—“Two vast and trunckless legs of stone Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed; And on the pedestal, these words appear: My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings; Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair! Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away.”   'Ozymandias'; by Percy Bysshe Shelley POPPY PLAYTIME’S SPEECH Poppy Playtime’s Speech "I know you came to find the ones who had disappeared all those years ago, but they're gone; They've been gone for a long time. Terrible things have happened, And I am the cause. Being able to exist as a doll, it has killed so many people. So much is unknown to you; Where do i even begin? But you, can fix everything.I see it, Inside You." - Poppy Playtime, from 'Poppy Playtime Chapter 2: A fly In A Web'

#poppy playtime #henry emily #nightmare fredbear #nightmare #nightmare freddy #golden freddy #fredbear #five nights at freddys #fnaf #fnaf 1 #fnaf 2 #fnaf 3 #fnaf 4 #bonnie #freddy fazbear #chica #foxy the pirate #bonnie the bunny #security breach #ozymandias #dreamsmp #dream smp #dsmp #dream #tubbo #minecraft #ranboo #technoblade #quackity #eret

[silvfyre-writings]

Shadows Burnt Away (MHA Fanfic)

I wrote this after the divorce episode happened haha. Cause ya know, what if Geten hadn't attacked when he did? :3

Enjoy!

“How are my students, Hizashi?” Aizawa asked, struggling to keep his one good eye open as he leaned against the pillows he’d been placed against. He’d only just woken up; groggy and in pain, yet the only thing on his mind was his students and whether they’d all made it out of the fight in one piece. He knew that he should be more concerned for his own injuries, considering that he’d sliced off his own leg in an attempt to stop his quirk from being stolen. But no, all his thoughts were directed towards that of his precious students; kids so young that they never should’ve been involved in the first place. If they’d been hurt in the fight, Aizawa would never forgive himself.

Hizashi hesitated, and that was enough to get the alarm bells going, his heart pounding within his chest. The monitor he was hooked up to started to beep as his heartrate increased, yet neither the doctor or his friend made a move to try and calm him down. Aizawa felt an emotion he hadn’t felt in a while; fear. Fear for what his best friend was going to say to him, because if there was one thing Hizashi was, it was truthful. “Hizashi? Are my students, okay?”

“Shouta…” Hizashi’s voice trailed off, his friend struggling to find the words, which did nothing to ease Aizawa’s worries. “There were a lot of injuries, both hero and student… it’s been hard to keep track—”

“Don’t sugar coat it, Hizashi. Just tell me what I want to hear.”

“I—I know Shouta, I want to, and I will, just—please.” Hizashi’s voice cracked at the end, his quirk leaking out, making Aizawa and the doctor flinch. Aizawa looked over at his friend, seeing the heartbroken look on his face, and the unshed tears in his eyes. His heart skipped a beat in that moment, and his skin went cold. The last time that Hizashi had had such a look on his face, had been when Oboro had died back when they were students.

Aizawa’s eye widened, the long forgotten burning sensation of tears threatening to break him. His throat bobbed as he swallowed, desperately trying to find what it was that he wanted to say. It didn’t take him long to find the words, but it took him several minutes to actually say them. Saying them meant that it was real. Meant that the answer he received might not be the one he wanted to hear.

He made eye contact with Hizashi, and that was all it took for his friend to break into sobs.

“Who died, Hizashi?” There; the words were out. They were bitter and tasteless, and not words he had ever hoped to say in regards to his kids.

“There was nothing we—”

“Who died, Hizashi?”

Hizashi sobbed again. “Tokoyami.”

Aizawa screamed.

In that moment, Aizawa didn’t know what was worse; knowing that one of his precious students had perished in the war, or knowing that Tokoyami had died saving Hawks. Aizawa hadn’t even known the Number Two hero had been at the villa, and he didn’t know how Tokoyami had known either, considering the boy should’ve retreated the moment his job was done. He did though. Aizawa reminded himself; Hizashi having tentatively explained what had happened. Tokoyami had retreated after stopping Re-Destro, but had apparently spotted the blue flames of Dabi, and had somehow come to the conclusion that Hawks was with the villain. If Tokoyami had been here in the hospital, Aizawa would’ve gone and praised him on his awareness.

But he wasn’t.

Tokoyami was dead.

The heroes had won the war, but Aizawa had lost a student.

He lay there, in his bed, listening to Hizashi as his friend continued to explain how the fight had gone after Aizawa had been taken out by Shigaraki; how most—if not all—of his students had been injured in the fight, and how nearly every hero involved had been injured as well—many of them even dying. And Aizawa knew he should care, he should. He had nineteen other students to worry about the welfare of, yet all he could dwell on was Tokoyami and how he’d never get to see or speak to his student again. It hurt, the pain somehow worse than that of losing limbs, of losing his best friend. It probably had to do with the idea that Tokoyami was his student, and therefore it had been Aizawa’s responsibility to take care of the kid while he was at school.

And he’d failed.

“Hizashi.” Aizawa interrupted his friend, turning his head to look at the other man. He hadn’t even realized he’d turned away. “How did Tokoyami die?”

His friend hesitated, clearly unwilling to dwell on the topic of a dead student. That wasn’t to say that Hizashi wasn’t affected by the death of a student, because he was. It was just how his friend tried to cope with grief. Hizashi had always believed in trying to move on for the deceased person’s sake, whereas Aizawa was one to dwell and linger on such a thing for months. Oboro’s death had taught them that. Eventually though, Hizashi opened his mouth. “Dabi got to him… I’m… not sure of what happened exactly—no one is. But when we found him and Hawks, we could barely recognize him.”

Aizawa shut his eye tight, fighting back the tears that threatened to escape. Who knew that all it would take to fix his broken eyes, was another death? He felt a single tear track down his cheek. The idea of Tokoyami being burnt so bad that he couldn’t be immediately identified was absolutely gut-wrenching. If it weren’t for the fact that Dabi had also perished in the fight—the villain having burnt his own body into ashes trying to kill Endeavour—Aizawa would be hunting down the villain and killing him himself. But Dabi was dead, and so was Tokoyami. There was no one alive to blame for it.

“Where is he?” Aizawa asked.

“Hawks? He’s in the hos—” Hizashi frowned, looking a little confused at Aizawa’s question.

“No, Tokoyami, where—wait, Hawks is here?”

“Yes…” Hizashi carefully responded, moving the chair closer to Aizawa’s bed. “He’s in intensive care right now.”

“Hawks is alive?” Aizawa’s singular eye was wide, his heart beginning to pound again. This entire time he’d been under the impression that both Tokoyami and Hawks had died. How was it, that Hawks could survive Dabi’s flames whereas Tokoyami could not? As a hero, Hawks should’ve been protecting Tokoyami; especially since the hero had taken the boy under his wing for the work study. Why did Tokoyami die? And why do you get to live? It was a cruel thought to have, one unbefitting of a hero, but in that moment, Aizawa didn’t give a shit. He wanted answers.

Hizashi gave a slow nod. “Would you like me to take you to his room? They aren’t allowing visitors right now, but I’m sure they’d understand the situation.”

Did he want to visit Hawks? Aizawa mulled over the idea carefully. If Hawks was in intensive care, then he probably wasn’t conscious, and probably wouldn’t be for some time. And considering how Aizawa was currently feeling about everything, it probably wasn’t a good idea to do so. He was upset, he was angry, but most of all, he wanted someone to blame, and if we went to Hawks’ bedside right now, then he’d probably start to pin the blame on the hero when he didn’t even know the whole story yet. No, it would be better to wait.

“Not yet.”

“Okay. Is there anyone else you’d like to see?”

“No. I’ll see them later. Please, leave me be.” Aizawa sighed, turning his head away. He heard Hizashi sigh, and a warm hand briefly touch his shoulder, before the chair scraped against the ground, and footsteps made their way to the door of his room, slowly echoing down the hallway. Aizawa turned his head to stare at the ceiling, left alone to the whirlwind of emotions he was feeling.

Aizawa wasn’t sure what prompted him to make the trek all the way across the hospital to the room that Hawks was staying in. Maybe it was the knowledge that Hawks had been moved out of intensive care that day, having grown strong enough he no longer needed to be watched. Maybe it was curiosity on Aizawa’s part; knowing that Tokoyami had been nearly unrecognizable leaving him wondering what the hero looked like. Or maybe it was nothing at all. Either way, it wasn’t Aizawa’s smartest decision. He’d forgone the wheelchair that Hizashi had carted him around in all day after he’d asked his friend to take him to his students, instead choosing to use the crutches he was very much not ready for. By the time he’d reached his destination, his entire body was hurting, and he was exhausted right down to the very bottom of his being.

But he’d made it.

He’d made it, and now that he had, he couldn’t bring himself to actually enter the room, simply standing outside. A mixture of emotions ran through his body that he didn’t care to identify, but the one that chose to linger was fear. Aizawa narrowed his eye; how could he be afraid of a entering a room? It was a stupid thing to be afraid of, although, it wasn’t really the room he was afraid of; it was the occupant within it. Aizawa let out a defeated sigh, letting his head drop against the door and rest there. He just couldn’t do it. He couldn’t bring himself to enter the room.

He just wasn’t ready.

And he didn’t think he’d ever be.

For several days, Aizawa snuck out of his room and trekked across the hospital. And for several days, he couldn’t bring himself to enter Hawks’ room, and trekked back to his own. He was pretty sure that Hizashi and the doctors were aware of his escapades, but none of them said anything, just letting him do as he pleased. Sometimes, Aizawa would check in on his remaining students while they were resting, making sure that none of them had succumbed to their wounds. They never saw Aizawa, and that was okay; it probably wouldn’t be good for moral if they saw him in his current state. He wondered briefly if they knew about Tokoyami, or if that information had been withheld from them until they had healed more. He hoped that they didn’t know, because he’d prefer to be with them when they found out so that he could pick up the pieces when they broke.

Finally, after nearly two weeks of trekking and avoiding, Aizawa finally found the courage he needed. It was the middle of the night, the hospital at its most silent, hallways free of staff, and the only sound was that of the machines being used to keep people alive. He was standing outside Hawks’ room, hand on the door, his knuckles white as they clutched at the handle. I can do it. It’s just a door. The hardest part is opening it, so just. Open. It. Aizawa shut his eye, only sliding the door open once he couldn’t see it. He let out the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, and stepped into the room.

It was done.

Aizawa opened his eye, his gaze immediately being drawn to the small figure on the much too large bed. The next thing he noticed was the lack of those bright red wings that everyone associated with Hawks, and the sheer number of bandages that the hero was wrapped in. Aizawa edged closer, slowly, taking care to avoid all the wires and machinery that were connected to Hawks. It was weird, seeing the Number Two hero so still when he was usually flying around at high speeds. It didn’t feel real.

He didn’t want it to be real.

The crutches clattered to the floor, and Aizawa hobbled the short distance to Hawks’ bed, powering through the pain until he could lean against it, keeping the weight off his injured leg. And despite the extra weight on the bed, Hawks didn’t move. The hero just lay there, breathing deeply as if he was simply sleeping, even though that wasn’t the case. Aizawa’s gaze focused on the rise and fall of Hawks’ chest, and all the emotions he’d been repressing, burst from him. Tears welled in Aizawa’s one eye, and he slammed a fist against the bed.

“Why is it that you get to live, but my student doesn’t? Why?” Aizawa said, voice tight with anger he tried to hold back. “Tokoyami was just a child! He had a future! He has friends and family waiting for him that don’t even know he’s dead! You should’ve been there to protect him! So why didn’t you?”

There was no answer, not that Aizawa had truly been expecting one. Nor did he really want one.

But as he lifted his head, he found a golden eye staring at him, the other hidden by bandages.

Aizawa froze, unwilling to break eye contact. Instead, he looked deep into those eyes, hoping to find the answers he was after. Yet all that he could see was the hazy fog of pain that came with the kind of injuries that Hawks had. He couldn’t tell if Hawks was even aware that he was there or not—probably not if the vacant stare was anything to go by. Aizawa finally pulled his gaze away, grabbed his crutches where they’d fallen on the floor, and left the room.

He didn’t look back.

“Oh, there you are.” Aizawa jerked backwards, just narrowly avoiding Hizashi as his friend rounded the corner. “I was worried when I couldn’t find you in your room. Where’d you go?”

“For a walk.”

He saw Hizashi glance towards the room Aizawa had just come out of. “How was Hawks.”

“Don’t know.” Aizawa hobbled down the hallway as fast as he could, hoping to avoid the oncoming conversation.

“You were just with him though.”

“Doesn’t mean I know anything.”

“Shouta—”

“Just drop it, Hizashi!” Aizawa snapped, stopping to glare at his friend. “I don’t know how Hawks is, nor do I care. My student is dead, and his mentor is alive. And all I can think about is how unfair this whole thing is! Okay?”

Hizashi stared at him, a sad look on his face. His friend looked like he wanted to say something, but simply nodded. “Okay. Let’s just get you back to your room so you can rest. I won’t bring it up anymore.”

“Thank you.” A brief pause. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

Aizawa didn’t leave his room for three more days after visiting Hawks; refusing all visitors but Hizashi. He’d tried to deny his friend, but if there was one thing that Hizashi was, it was loyal and stubborn. No matter how hard he tried, the man just refused to leave; even the threat of calling the hospital security wasn’t enough to sway him into leaving. So, Aizawa let him be. The silence between them was appreciated in the end, and comfortable. It was the kind of silence that was born after a decade of friendship, one where words didn’t need to be spoken.

“Shouta!” Aizawa’s eyes flew open as Hizashi planted himself on the edge of his bed. He let out a groan at the rude awakening, but didn’t get time to question his friend before Hizashi barrelled on. “I’m staging an intervention! Get up!”

“An intervention for what exa—Hizashi!” Aizawa jerked as he was lifted from the bed effortlessly and deposited into a wheelchair. He tried to fight against his friend, but there was no winning against Hizashi once his mind was set on something, so he just resigned himself to his fate and let his friend push him to who knows where.

So when he realized just where it was that he was being taken, Aizawa slammed his one good foot into the ground to stop himself. “No.”

“Yes. You need this, Shouta. You can deny it all you want, but you need to talk to him.” Hizashi’s voice was patient, and Aizawa could feel his friend’s hands pressing gently on his shoulders. “I was told he woke up properly two days ago, and as far as I’m aware, he hasn’t been told anything.”

“And what? You want me to tell him?”

“Just talk to him, Shouta. Just talk to him.”

Aizawa sighed and lifted his foot, allowing Hizashi to continue pushing him. The rest of the trip was made in silence, which Aizawa was more than glad for. He watched as the door to Hawks’ room grew closer, the pounding in his heart growing at what waited beyond the door. He wanted nothing more than to slam the brakes and run away, run back to his room and hide away from the world, but Hizashi was right; he did need to talk to Hawks, even though he didn’t want to. It would just be so easy to do just that, which was how he knew that pushing through the fear and talking was the right thing to do.

“I’ve got it from here, Hizashi.” Aizawa grabbed the wheels of the chair and propelled himself forward, away from his friend.

“You sure?”

“No. Now, open that door before I change my mind.”

Hizashi nodded, quickly dashing forward to hold the door open. Aizawa held his breath as he crossed into the room, the sound of the door closing behind him grating on his ears. He stared at the singular bed in the room, his eye focusing on the tiny figure within it. Hawks hadn’t changed much since Aizawa had last seen him; still covered in bandages and steadily breathing.

And just like before, Hawks was awake and staring at him, looking more coherent than the last time their eyes met.

And just like before, Aizawa couldn’t tear his eye away.

The silence went on for several minutes before Hawks slowly tilted his head away, breaking eye contact.

“Something’s… happened?” Hawks voice was like sandpaper; a result from the flames that had nearly killed him. The hero sounded worried and confused, and he looked terrified, reminding Aizawa of Hizashi’s previous words that Hawks hadn’t been told a single thing about what had happened outside of his room. It also reminded him that Hawks was still so incredibly young and frightened to be going through such trauma, and unlike Aizawa; Hawks had no one to sit by his bedside and comfort him.

“Yes.” Aizawa wheeled himself closer. “Something’s happened.”

“You’re mad… at me?”

“I was.” Aizawa admitted. “But not anymore.”

Hawks turned his head to look back at Aizawa, unshed tears welling in his one visible eye. “Why?”

Aizawa took a sharp breath, all possible explanations leaving him in that moment. In that moment, he didn’t know how to explain to Hawks that his intern had died saving him. He didn’t know how to explain that Hawks had lived and Tokoyami had died. How could he? He wasn’t sure he even wanted to, not when Hawks was as vulnerable as he was. But if he didn’t, then Hawks would be told by someone else, someone with much less sympathy, someone who didn’t care about the relationship that Hawks and Tokoyami had built up over their time working together. Aizawa had always wondered if it was a bird thing that had drawn the two together, because where Tokoyami had been dark and quiet, Hawks had been sunshine and loud; they were opposites. Opposites that somehow worked well with each other.

But not anymore.

“Please tell me.” Hawks whispered, a single tear slipping down his cheek. Aizawa couldn’t even imagine the pain that Hawks was currently in, yet the hero continued to push himself to talk, his voice hoarse and full of cracking, but still strong. “No one has said anything, but something has happened. And—And—I’m scared.”

“It’s okay to be scared.” Aizawa said. He heaved himself out of the wheelchair and carefully situated himself on the edge of Hawks’ bed. “It’s just… what I have to say is hard. I don’t have the words you need.”

“Just tell me. Please.”

Aizawa took in a deep breath and nodded. “Okay. Well, we won. The League of Villains has been apprehended, as had everyone working with them. Some villains escaped, but they are being tracked down. Many heroes were injured in the fight, many were killed, and—” Aizawa faltered, his heart clenching as the next words got caught in his throat. He coughed to clear it, and lifted his head to meet Hawks’ gaze. “—and one of my students died.”

Hawks froze, his eye widening and his chest beginning to rise and fall much faster than it had been before. Panic hadn’t yet set in, but it was well on its way to doing so. “Who died?”

“Hawks, you need—” Aizawa tried to soothe, but Hawks just ignored him.

“Eraser, who died? Please, tell me who died. I need to know. Please, please, please, just tell me.” The tears were falling faster now, broken up with the occasional sob. Hawks clearly knew who had died, but wanted Aizawa to confirm it, in the slight chance he was wrong.

Aizawa shut his own eye to prevent his own tears from falling. “Tokoyami died.”

“No, no, no, no.” Hawks sobbed, repeating the word over and over, shaking his head. Hawks’ hands fisted the sheets, and he pushed himself into his pillows like he didn’t know what to do with himself. Aizawa had never seen these emotions on Hawks’ face before, but then again, he’d never imagined that Tokoyami would’ve been the one to put them there in the first place. The anger towards Hawks that Aizawa had been holding onto for so long, vanished. He couldn’t even believe he’d ever been mad at his fellow hero in the first place, not when the knowledge of Tokoyami’s death had reduced the hero to a sobbing mess.

Aizawa carefully leaned over, and pulled Hawks into his arms, taking care to be mindful of Hawks’ injuries. The hands that had been twisted in the sheets came up to clutch at the back of his shirt, and Hawks pressed his face into Aizawa’s neck. Aizawa could feel the tears sliding down his neck, and he tightened his grip a little, offering as much comfort as he could give. “What happened, Hawks?”

“I don’t know! I don’t know!” Hawks cried. “All I remember is blue and pain. Dabi was burning me, trying to kill me, and then Tokoyami was there. I—I—He grabbed me and I wasn’t burning anymore, but the flames were still there. Dabi was talking—I remember that. Tokoyami—Tokoyami—he, he asked me for orders. I told him when to go, and we were fleeing. We were safe. But then—Dabi was there! He was there and the flames were rushing towards us—" Hawks broke off, gulping greedily for air as he tried to gain control of his emotions. It didn’t help much, but it was enough. “—I was falling, and I could hear screaming. I could—I could smell something burning. I don’t know, I don’t remember—I hit the ground, and something hit the ground beside me. I don’t remember anything else, I’m sorry!”

Aizawa couldn’t control the tears that ran down his cheek as Hawks finished telling him his version of events, as broken and disjointed as they were; it was obvious to him now what had happened back in the villa. Hawks had been severely injured by the time Tokoyami had arrived at the scene; hadn’t been in a position to protect himself, let alone his intern. He and Tokoyami had done everything right to try and escape from the fight, to try and get away from the one villain that had an advantage against both of them. They had done everything right.

Dabi had just been faster.

It wasn’t fair, but when was the world ever fair?

It was how battles worked; the strongest came out on top, even if the strongest was a villain. And it hurt. It hurt a lot to know that a villain had won that particular fight. Sure, the heroes had won the war in the end, but there were individual battles where the villains had won. And Tokoyami’s fight had been one of them.

“I know it hurts.” Aizawa said, gently rocking Hawks as he continued to cry. He didn’t know if he was hurting the hero or helping, but Hawks wasn’t showing any indication of wanting to let go, so Aizawa continued to hold him. “I know you probably feel like the worst person in the world, knowing that Tokoyami died while you got to live, and nothing I say is going to make you feel better. I know. But—”

“But it is my fault.” Hawks sniffed, the cries tapering off. “I should’ve—”

“Stop that.” Aizawa pulled Hawks away from him, staring into that golden eye that was usually so full of joy, but now only filled with pain. He lifted a hand to brush away the tears. “If we get started on the ‘should’ve’ and ‘what ifs’ we’ll never get through this.” He let out a sigh. “Tokoyami died to save you. That is the truth and nothing we do can change it. Trying to do so would just dishonour his memory. Dishonour who he was.”

“But… he should be here.” Hawks croaked.

“I know. He should. But he isn’t, and you know what that means?”

Hawks shook his head.

“It means we need to live for him. We need to live so that he can rest easy, so that his actions weren’t a mistake. Understand?”

“I—I can’t.”

“You can, Hawks. You can.” Aizawa said, embracing Hawks once again. “No matter how long it takes, you can do it.”

Hawks’ fists tightened against Aizawa’s back, and the hero nodded, the tears resuming. Aizawa dropped his own head to Hawks’ shoulder, and together, they held each other and cried. They cried over what they had lost—who they had lost, and they cried over the future they’d have to live in without that person. Tokoyami had been important to both of them, but now he was dead, and they couldn’t change that.

But they could keep on living.

They’d do it for him.

#my hero academia #boku no hero academia #aizawa shouta #bnha hawks #tokoyami fumigake #keigo takami #hurt/comfort #angst #character death #fanfic #bnha fanfic #writing

[fanficwriter284]

Yo fan!! Back with another writing prompt for ya!

"It was all j-just a bad d-dream, right?" He asked nervously, trying his best to grasp some form of mental composure.

"What happened was no dream, Charles..." they cooed softly, staring deep into his frightened eyes.

HEY MILES!!! AND THANK YOU!!! This will be a fun one!!!

Falling

That's how it was now....he was always falling. And those blood-curdling screams...god he could never escape them. He wished it was him that night. But there was no changing the past...for that was impossible. His brother was dead...he needed to accept that...and move on. It's what Carolus would have wanted. But something prevented it, he couldn't figure out what exactly, so his suppressed issue rooted itself into his psyche. He couldn't distract himself. Not even in his dreams, and reality was no better.

The night was crisp, his pillow cool and fresh, giving a feeling of bliss over his unconscious face. However, his mind faltered, dreaming of the eternal fall....and those horrendous screams. The boy tossed and turned, trying to break away from his fabricated reality to re-enter the real world, only to remain stuck in the hell that was his mind. He had let out a cry, now sobbing. His consciousness had suddenly been yanked from the dream world, into the realm of reality, where dreams perish. Charles shot up with a gasp, seeing his father stand beside him, his wrist tightly restrained in his father's grasp. The boy swallowed a lump that had formed in his tightened throat, letting out an anxious sigh.

"It was all j-just a bad d-dream, right?" He asked nervously, trying his best to grasp some form of mental composure.

His father lowered down to his son's eye level and raised a brow.

"What happened was no dream, Charles..." he cooed softly, staring deep into his frightened eyes, running a hand over his son's head.

Charles felt tears beginning to formulate upon hearing those words.

"Please....tell me...tell me that he isn't dead..." He whimpered, struggling to breathe, praying that his twin was still alive.

"Carolus is dead Charles...you should know...you're the one who found his body."

Charles felt his breathing begin to falter. He was back....Back to his hell that was his reality.

#charles lee loman reinhardt #Chucky #carolus klaus reinhardt #Lukas Ray #I love it when you send these in!!!

[dbzebra]

“i’ve been worried sick! where the hell were you!?”

With uhhh honestly I feel like it suits bulma so bulma and literally anyone (platonic or otherwise) ?!? If it inspires you to do so no pressure 👉👈

A/N: sorry this took a little bit! As soon as I saw this prompt I knew I wanted to do something with King Piccolo saga but wasn’t sure exactly what. It’s kinda the same as the canon scene but my own little additions to it. Hope you like it :D

The last few days were a complete roller coaster of emotions. Ever since they found Krillin dead in the Tournament hall, things weren’t the same since.

Bulma couldn’t do anything but watch as Goku flew off on Nimbus in a blind rage after his best friend’s murderer. It broke her heart, not only to see the young boy dead but the one she considered a little brother so consumed by rage and grief.

It only got worse from there. Chiaotzu and Master Roshi perished. Goku was presumed dead too. And worse of all, the cause of it all had literally taken over the world.

Bulma felt helpless. She’d get obliterated if she even got close to where Piccolo was. All she could do is watch television at Master Roshi’s island and fight back the urge to cry.

When the television broadcast mentioned a lone boy challenged Piccolo, she finally had some hope again. The broadcast had been cut off shortly after, so they were left totally in the dark.

They thought it was all over when suddenly Goku burst through the door on Roshi’s island, searching frantically for something. His gi was torn to shreds, but he looked totally fine otherwise.

“Goku?!”

“Hi, everyone!” Goku said without stopping his search. “Have you seen my Power Pole?”

Oolong perked up as if he remembered something. He quickly ran into the kitchen area and grabbed it. “Here you go, kid. We found it in what was left of Central City.”

“Thanks!!” Goku smiled and was about to run off again but Bulma got in his way. “Hey Bulma!”

“Don’t ‘hey Bulma’ me, kid! I’ve been worried sick! Where the hell were you?!” Bulma screamed, fighting back tears before throwing her arms around Goku and giving him a tight hug.

“Alotta stuff happened, I met this guy Yajirobe and he helped me!” Goku squirmed a bit but laughed anyway. That silly laugh of his always comforted her.

“What’re you in such a rush for, kiddo?” Launch asked.

“Yeah, stay with us for a bit. Just relax. We didn’t really have time since the Tournament ended!

“I cant, I’m goin’ back to Master Korin’s place! He said I can go visit Kami and he’ll bring back Shenron! Byee!!” Goku said and just like that, he was off again on the Nimbus and was gone in a matter of seconds.

“Did he say… Kami?” Yamcha said, still in shock at how casually Goku said that.

“Ya know, that kid never ceases to surprise me…” Launch said.

“You can say that again…” Oolong replied.

Bulma simply smiled. “Be careful, Goku…” she knew if there was anyone who could bring Krillin and everyone else back, it would be him.

#dragon ball #goku #Bulma #my writing #prompts

[hugthepanda12]

Hunter-Jack-Zuko brainrot p3

1) book3 Iroh: What do you have there Zu- I mean Lee? book3Zuko, sitting next to Hunter(after Hollow Mind ep) and Jack(ep in which Wuya left him for Chase Young): TEA. book3Iroh: worried look book3 Zuko: Ah, sure. A vagabond and a criminal, who's bad at his job. Hunter and Jack: give Zuko angry glares Zuko: What, I've made you tea. Jack: Horrible comfort tea. Iroh: And when I told you it tastes like water with leaves you didn't believe me. Zuko: <blushes out of slight anger and embarrasment> Jack: Aaw, don't worry. next time you'll do better! Hunter: (burned out his tongue bc no one told him you have to blow at the tea first)

2) 'bad but sad/angry boys' talking about gaang, xiaolin losers and hexside kids

Zuko: That waterbender girl is powerful af.

Hunter: Can she make punching gloves out of her element in mere seconds? Jack: Ice gloves? Cheeseball honed that skill long time ago.

Zuko: ( ignoring Jack) Haven't seen her do that, but I'm positive she could. She can stop rain tho. Hunter: impressive, but still Blight girl is a force to be reckoned with.

Jack: Nah, Kimiko's stronger. Zuko: The dragon of fire, am I right? jack: yeah. Zuko: i can take her down. Hunter: You take the phrase 'fight fire with fire' too literally, I'm afraid. Jack: Try not to die, lol

A few hours later Zuko: (comes back with burnt clothes) She's ... as good as Azula. Jack: haha told ya! So, Hunter... do you want to fight Kimiko or Katara now? Hunter: thanks, I'll pass. Let's just assume they're equally strong.

meanwhile at the girls' party

Amity: his voice is SO annoying. Kimiko: Nope, Jack's voice definetely is more annoying. And squiky. He screams like a girl. Katara: Higher than Sokka? Kimiko: Y E S. Even higher than us combined. Amity: Point taken, but at least Jack's eyebags are not of a size of his whole face. Kimiko: That's because he covers them with eyeliner! He builds robots at night, of course he's sleep-deprived! Amity: Hunter hadn't had a day off in 52 weeks! Katara: Girls, please. Can't we all agree we want them to perish by our hands when the opportunity arises and move on to the next topic? Kimiko: ... FINE. Amity: Cool by me too. Luz: ... Amity-boo, I asked you not to kill him. Flapjack would be sad.

3) meme time

Hunter, Jack and Zuko: E X I S T

meanwhile Amity. Kimiko and Katara:

Luz, holding her head in panic: My girlfriend is about to kill my soon-to-be-bro!!! (rushes in to stop her)

Omi, oblivious: Wait. Girls can date other girls!???

Aang: (smiles at Omi) I’ll explain to you how that worked in my tribe but first let’s stop our friends from murder, ok? 

#crossover #i'm kinda proud of that meme #girls literally said: we believe in boy's rights. Boy's rights to die #seriously. Aang is the only one who holds Katara down and I think similar can be said about Luz-Amity and Kimiko-Omi #the owl house #xiaolin showdown #atla #hunter #luz noceda #amity blight #jack spicer #omi #kimiko tohomiko #aang #katara #zuko #xs x toh x atla #panda writes dialogues #and memes #hunter would definetely gush over emerald entrails tho. i didn't include that bc wanted to prove kimi katara n amity are badasses #and boys respect them for that

[booksforthegays]

Do you have any non-YA horror/thriller books (preferably with sapphic or trans poc if possible)

Horror is my favorite genre, so i have a lot of recs for it thanks for the ask! I know a couple with both queer and bipoc rep so I’ll list those first and then separate horror recs after.

BIPOC & Queer Rep - - “Southern Reach Trilogy” by Jeff VanderMeer: Follows Area X a strange phenomenon that has taken over a large area of the coast and is being monitored by a clandestine organization. Probably the main one i’d recommend, though the mc (Grace) who is a sapphic woman of color is not introduced till the second book, every main character in this series is a person of color. The first book Annihilation was also made into a movie though i highly prefer the book series.  - “Abbott Series” by Saladin Ahmed: Graphic novel about a reporter in the 1970s is investigating a case of police brutality when she stumbles upon a sinister lovecraftian presence. The main character is black and bisexual.  - “InSEXts” by Marguerite Bennett: In order to get away from her abusive spouse a woman undergoes a terrifying insect-like transformation. Now free she must use her new found powers to protect her lover and their child. The main character is Indian and a sapphic woman.  - “A Lush and Seething Hell” by John Hornor Jacobs: Follows two stories the first follows a woman charged with taking care of her mentors home while he’s away visiting a sinister place from their shared past. The second follows a man listening to ancient audio tapes from another man traveling in the south. The main character of the first is Hispanic and a lesbian. - “Ring Shout” by P. Djèlí Clark: Follows a secret group that has dedicated their life to fighting horrific monsters that feed on white supremacy. One of the main characters is a lesbian and all of the main cast are black. Sapphic or trans rep only -  - “A Human Stain” by Kelly Robson: Short story where a woman is tasked with taking care of a young orphaned boy who resides in an ancient german castle. You can read this one for free on Tor.  - “Our Wives Under the Sea” by Julia Armfield: Very slow burn horror about grief. A woman must cope with the loss of her wife after she returned from a deep sea expedition completely changed. - “Mother of Stone” by John Langan: Short story about a reporter investigating disturbing incidents at a hotel that occurred after a strange statue was dug up on the grounds I know its for sure included in his anthology series The Wide Carnivorous Sky & Other Monstrous Geographies though it is probably available elsewhere. - “The Worm and His Kings” by Hailey Piper: After her girlfriend goes missing a homeless woman must brave the underground tunnel system filled with ancient horrors to search for her. - “Maplecroft” by Cherie Priest: Two sisters residing in a mansion in the 1890s take on a sinister evil that comes from the ocean. - “The Red Tree” by Caitlín R. Kiernan: After separating from her long term girlfriend an author takes up residents in a remote cabin where she becomes obsessed with the strange red tree in its backyard. Don’t judge the cover on this one its very ugly but i promise its good. - “The Lamb Will Slaughter the Lion” by Margaret Killjoy: A traveler searching for answers after her best friends suicide stumbles across a town of squatters who have made a pact with an old god. BIPOC Rep only - - “Butcherbird” by Cassie Hart: A woman returns to her childhood home where her family perished in fire to uncover the secrets of what actually happened that night. - “The Hacienda” by Isabel Cañas: After marrying a man whose previous wife died under suspicious circumstances a woman finds that her new home may be hiding a terrifying evil that no one can save her from. - “The Good House” by Tananarive Due: A woman returns to the home where her child committed suicide to take on the old evil that resides there. This one deals greatly with Vodou mythology. - “These Deathless Bones” by Cassandra Khaw: Follows the second wife of a king at odds with her new step son. - “Bloodchild“ by Octavia E. Butler: OEB’s most terrifying book in my opinion. It follows a young boy who has been chosen to carry on the lineage of the alien race that has enslaved his people. - “Beneath the Rising” by Premee Mohamed: Two life-long friends must face a great evil together after one of them unknowingly creates a machine that lets it enter our world. Please check any CWs here if needed. I hope I was able to introduce you to some fun new titles and authors!

#ask #recommendations #I could literally rant for hours about all the things i loved and hated about the annihilation movie so dont get me started lol #You may notice that many of these are lovecraftian horror that is because i love that genre #I would of course beat HPL within an inch of his life that lil B is afraid of math i think i could take him

[waywardsculs]

( dageraadster ) It had taken Lulu a good few minutes to actually successfully ask Angel for permission to give him a slightly deeper kiss than normal. The poor flustered thing had been blushing gold and stumbling over words over and over and over again. And now that he has permission? He's even more of a flustered mess. Lulu very slowly leans closer and closer while the two sit on his boyfriend's bed. ( Oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy ) Finally, he presses his lips against his lover's, hands cupping his cheeks. Carefully he adds a little bit of pressure to the kiss- and then fucking perishes from how flustered he is, landing with his face on the sheets. To make things even more chaotic, his large fluffy wings spread out. Hopefully, they didn't knock Angel Dust off the bed-

UNPROMPTED // ALWAYS ACCEPTING

@dageraadster

He wasn't sure what he'd expected when Lulu asked to kiss him differently than normal, but Angel was curious to say the least. It was adorable to say the least, seeing just how flushed his boyfriend became from something so simple - especially considering just who he was being so timid with - but the kiss that he was met with mere moments later ...

Short though it was, it sent the spider Sinner's heart fluttering.

Barely being missed by those beautiful wings Angel couldn't help but laugh, fond smile spread across his lips as he moved to carefully lean over top of his heavenly lover.

" I could kiss ya even betta' than that , if'n ya wanted it . " He suggested, closing in to nuzzle against the back of Lulu's head while a hand affectionately rubbed his back between fluffy wings. " But I ain't gonna force ya , baby . I love ya , Lu ~ "

#dageraadster #god he's so down bad #┊ANGEL DUST ═══ ✧ in character #┊mail received ═══ ✧ questions & answers

[raiyenvaladian]

He really does want to learn…

Noticing the approaching Gilnean Blacksmith, the Ren’dorei let out a slight groan, thanking his lucky stars that upon returning from deployment he had already deposited his kit at home. The older gentleman drew closer, the ever present scowl fixed upon his features. His gaze shifted over the Ren’dorei and he grunted a little.

“Come then lad, you wanted to train. Get to the smithy.”

“Ackerman we have only -just- retur–”

“And? Do you want to train or do you want to slack off, Valadian? I am -not- going to waste my time on you, boy.”

Raiyen scowled, his ears flattened slightly as he had to stop himself making a retort.

“Apologies….’course I wanna train… I’ll ‘ead over to the smithy now…”

Plodding over to the blacksmiths, Raiyen noticed a box with his surname stamped to the top of the box, tilting his head a little he peered at the box for a moment before suddenly Thrydwulf Ackerman, the Sixth Cohort’s Blacksmith stood in front of him once more.

“… What are you waiting for? An invitation? Your name is on the bloody box boy. Come on.”

Biting his tongue slightly, Raiyen moved to the box and opened it. A set of the Seventh Legion standard issue in plate was inside, he turned to look back at Thrydwulf for a moment, who simply looked at him and nodded before going back to hammering a long piece of stormsteel into shape. Lifting the pieces out of the box, he pulled each piece on in turn, carefully making sure that it was on correctly. Although the plate was heavier than his leathers he was used to training on a daily basis, so it wasn’t as bad as it could have been.

A small grin formed on his features as he noticed it had all been custom built for himself, his height being taken into consideration as well as his speed. Given that he is and always would be a Riftblade, it was nice to feel that each joint was expertly crafted in order to give for maximum movement, as he finally and almost lastly pulled on his gauntlets he grinned a bit more. There was a small magpie stamped into each gauntlet just below his thumbs.

“It fits really well… Thanks Acker–…”

Thrydwulf simply waved his hand at the Ren’dorei.

“‘rm… No need to thank me, boy. You do what you do, I do what I do.”

Raiyen rolled his eyes slightly at the strange reply but knew that it was better not to question him. Turning his attention back to the gauntlets he examined the magpies, they had been carefully hammered into the metalwork during the forging and they both glowed with a dull hint of magic. Just as he was about to ask about it, Thrydwulf shoved a polearm and shield into his hands.

“Take these, go train on the dummies.”

“… ya made them already? I ain’t even been ‘ere… ya know right length and weigh–…”

Again he was cut off as Thyrdwulf scowled at him. The Gilnean stomped towards him and although he had to look up at Raiyen he was bloody intimidating all the same. Swallowing slightly, Raiyen had to stop himself from stepping backwards.

“Are you questioning my skills, boy?”

“No, Sir. Just marvelin’ at ‘em.”

Thrydwulf stood and stared at him for a long moment, as if there was some hidden agenda from the Ren’dorei, it made Raiyen feel uncomfortable and he simply busied himself with the weapon and shield. Shifting slightly he muttered; “I’ll… go ‘nd test it all out…” leaving Thrydwulf in the blacksmiths.

Thrydwulf shifted a little and watched him go, he let out a grunt. “Well…. At least it fits the tall bastard.” before he moved to stand outside with the helm that had been left in the box, watching the Ren’dorei test out the armour, shield and polearm. A thin smile formed on his features before the Gilnean sighed slightly, although it was good to see someone else training in a medium they were not used to, it did remind him of his son in law, painfully so given that all of his family bar his Grandson had perished from the Worgen curse upon Gilneas. Still the older man watched, the helm tucked under one arm as the Ren’dorei gave it his all, a smirk formed on his lips as he thought to himself; “He really does want to learn…”

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UMC Shadowing Day 1 (7/3) || Jeffrey Nguyen (UCSD)

We arrive at the entrance of the first 14G mission trip designation in Việt Nam, the University Medical Center (Bệnh Viện Đại Học Y Dược)— The burning weather plows on the commonly cramped and congested hospital. The surplus is surreal to even us, the members of MEMO, well-conditioned and familiar with serving the underserved population through medical and educational needs.

14G shuffles through and squeezes up a hard-working escalator. “It’s like 10x more packed than an airport!!”— the noise of a MEMOber perishing, drowning in all of the commotion crowding the entire floor– Probably Sarthak. He has good humor.

We eventually enter a conference room where Dr. Bui and Co-Executives Directors, Sam and Jenny, present a speech introducing MEMO and 14G. The organizations joined here today consist of CardiacLife Foundation, University Medical Center, VinaCapital Foundation, Heartbeat Vietnam, and of course, your friendly locally and abroad MEMO. We meet Khuê from CardiacLife Foundation. (Khuê becomes our close-knit companion who decides to embark along 14G as a newly cherished, iconic MEMOber. Tune in future blogs for more about Khuê!).

Bouncing through the doorway enter the ever-sweet, precious, and unimaginably cute children we sponsored heart surgeries via the Open Our Hearts Gala in May. My jaw DROPS meeting them in person. Their heart surgeries. We funded that.

One of the baby boys repeats and repeats in awe, “Mom, it’s so crowded! Mom it’s so crowded!,” occasionally sneaking in between also the phrase, “Mom, I need pee.”-- Truly precious and worth cheek-pinching. For a moment, everyone in the room could not stop smiling and laughing at the peak of their hearts.

One of the mothers can ever so slowly, barely make out words and hold her tears as she expresses her deepest gratitudes for her baby son’s treatment. Her family relies on just one scarce source of income from picking rubble from the streets. Each and every single one of us are throats and chests just as tight-knotted, lips wringed, and of eye-water welled from the hearts’ very bottom.

This moment. I know— it will stick with me forever. A once-in-a-lifetime miracle that MEMObers vow as a mission to revive again many times, for many families. After a heartwarming, blissful, and eventful picture, the shadowing begins.

In the cardiovascular surgery department, my group is observing Dr. Dinh. Dr. Tran from MEMO accompanies us. Ready to check out the operating room, alongside me in nifty blue scrubs are Jenny, Megan, Jules, Sarthak, and Michelle. Dr. Dinh casually asks, “Who wants to scrub in? Haha”. What's scrubbing in… I think to myself. I have a feeling. And it’s that he’s asking one of us to partake in the surgery— OH, Sarthakkk you’re raising your hand, ya ya you go my guy.

Sarthak follows instructions to “scrub in”, sterilizing his hands and arms, then donning the surgical scrubs. The surgeons and the room are sterile to avoid introducing unfamiliar bacteria to the open patient. Wash up, hands UP, and glove up. When walking in the operating room, have your hips and head facing the patient’s body. You preferably want to avoid knocking the patient over mid-surgery.

Today is an open heart surgery case. It contrasts the much less-invasive “stent” procedure for certain cases where only a small incision is needed on the chest— But here, with open heart surgery the skin is “cauterized” or laser-ed open vertically down the chest’s center and then the sternum chest bone is sawed open.

Sarthak suctions with a tube the smoke from the cauterizing, One of the surgeons pulls out a saw (omg) tool and starts sawing open the sternum down the middle into two like a Bánh Mì. The sternum chest bone is then CRANKED apart via metal tools. I did not know bone could bend so much without breaking. The left and right chests were miles apart with a deep valley in the center, perhaps with also a small lake of red.

We were getting to the heart, but then suddenly— Lunch time. We exit the operating room door and re-dress while the surgeons continue. Remember to “scrub out”