#*destroying him with a hammer /affectionately*

[gio-goose]

Ouhhhhh can I put him in a hydraulic press please?

[pmpwbrrs]

Anyway, OC ramble time ⬆️⬆️ about this fucker

Forbearance of Reciprocity (FoR) was built not so long after Void Revolution. Though he came out rather.. unsuccessfully. The construction process was uncoordinated, because it was led by people who were not very competent for this work, and FoR came out, one might say, defective...

He has malfunctions and failures (they often bring physical pain and discomfort, by the way) more often than other iterators, and they can be fixed only by Ancients. And, unwittingly, Forbearance makes mistakes in calculations, in research, and in general in almost everything, no matter how many times he rechecks his work.

Iterators almost never make mistakes (at least not as many as he does), so Forbearance of Reciprocity, to put it slightly, has caused a lot of resentment in the local community. Although there were those who wanted to just disassemble him, no one could - it is even more difficult to do than to build him, and besides, it is much more expensive. And it would not be possible to just fix him: he's too much of a mess. It's easier to just leave it as it is.

So there he was - dissaponting both his people and himself. No matter how hard he tries to do everything right, it's still never enough.

But ancients are gone now. Cycles go on, malfunctions accumulate and cause pain, more intense and more unbearable with each passing day...

However. He found a loophole. He has a chance at a normal existence, one that he should have had from the very begging! Something that will allow him to fulfill his mission, for which he was built.

He is not going to just sit and wait for an agonizing death, having achieved nothing, while having such an opportunity in his hands.

And if this opportunity requires sacrifice, then so be it.

[nyashykyunnie]

˗ˏˋ One-Sided Love: In Which, you realize Jinwoo was always for ???... ◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡ ˎˊ˗

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕁𝕚𝕟𝕨𝕠𝕠˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

・┆✦ Entry : 017 ✦ ┆・

��️[tw: ANGST TO FLUFF, HAPPY ENDING, strong imagery of depression, hanahaki disease, hurt, subtance-abuse, suicidal-imagery, mention of death]‼️

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅ Part 1 || Part Two ♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

╰┈➤ ❝ [ He Lied. He Had to Lie. He Needed to Lie. ] ¡! ❞

It is his first, and his final gift to you.   The you who is no longer by his side. He bids you a farewell, a farewell he never thought he would do. For a friend.       "Goodbye, may your dreams be pleasant as you drift in purgatory. May your soul rest. I'm sorry."

…

As Jinwoo walks away from the stonehead, a sudden sharp ring stabs through his head. He groaned, almost stumbling on the muddy ground from the sheer agony.

He continued to struggle for a while, before finally removing his hand that had been gripping the side of his head. His fingers that had been wrapped around the umbrella hilt loosened, causing the object to flutter and fall down the floor. Splattering down on the muddy floor.

Ah… Yes.

He finally remembers. 

Everything that he had erased in his memories,... Have finally come back. The things he had buried in the sea of forgotten memories, have suddenly come back to him like a dam bursting open. It swallowed everything at its wake.

Everything that Jinwoo swore he would never have again, has finally come back.

His gaze lingered back on the stonehead in front of him. The lonely, lonely rock that was hollow and devoid of anything.

Though the flowers he had offered were beautiful as they were, it didn’t matter as the rain dampened the pretty petals down into pathetic, lifeless things. Those flowers were beautiful when he had offered it, but now, it looked drained of all its colours.

Jinwoo took a step again, turning his back and walking away.

He was trying desperately to ignore the hammering feeling ripping his heart apart.

Maybe it was of guilt, of sadness, of shame, of remorse— No.

Maybe it was all of it.

As Jinwoo comes home, his gaze would linger upon Cha Hae-in, who greets him warmly with that beaming smile.

She was beautiful, like a precious gemstone gleaming amongst the cobbles.

Jinwoo wanted to admire her, he truly did, but the memories he has regained caused her image to become muddy.

He tried everyday, he tried to be happy, he tried to play the perfect role of boyfriend to her. He kept up his appearances as the most beloved and hailed hunter.

But everything was slowly starting to swallow him into the abyss.

Ironic, isn’t it?

He was the embodiment of the darkness, the face of death, the persona of all the shadows.

Yet somehow, his own darkness was finally starting to destroy him from within.

The more the days passed, the more his grey eyes would lose their life, the more empty they became. Eventually, Jinwoo’s normally calm gaze—

Would become faded.

His eyes were still there, but for some reason, it felt that they were far gone. The little light that he had in his brilliant orbs has finally disappeared.

Jinwoo was rotting from the inside-out. As if his heart is beating out black ichor. He felt vile and disgusting, he wanted to rip himself apart, he wanted to stab himself and put an end to it.

Jinwoo was drowning now. 

Not even Hae-in’s loving words and affectionate advances weren’t doing it for him.

The more Jinwoo looked at her, the more muddled his gaze would become.

He didn’t know if it was hate or disgust.

He still needed to be a good man, so he politely asked her to break off the relationship. He didn’t want part of this anymore, he didn’t want to keep up the illusion anymore. He just wanted to disappear.

Jinwoo started to become an alcoholic, he would douse bottle after bottle but to his dismay— He could never be drunk. He couldn’t drink his sorrows away. He can’t get lost in the blissful euphoria of being lost in the toxicity of debauchery.

Even his family can't stop Jinwoo’s descent into silent madness.

He felt pathetic and guilty whenever he would see the pained expressions they would make when they see the amount of bottles he had already empty.

So Jinwoo would isolate himself in the land of eternal rest, where not even his children can call out to him unless absolutely necessary.

Jinwoo really just wanted to hide here, to bask in the darkness he had first mastered but now is a representation of his dying consciousness.

He would disappear and reappear again and again.

Whenever he hunts, his methods are especially brutal and unforgiving, as if he is projecting all of his pain onto the poor creatures that would cross paths with him.

He would often come out of the gates completely drenched in blood, creating an image of utter horror but somehow the bloodbath he showers in suited his broken gaze.

Jinwoo felt more like a wanderer now.

Ceaselessly taking one step in front of the other, wandering aimlessly like a lost spirit that is nothing more than a fleeting illusion.

Wander. Wander. Wander.

And eventually, he wanders over to your resting place. Jinwoo found himself unconsciously walking to your grave eventually, his distant gaze reading the stonehead over and over as if expecting something of some sort.

The memories he was trying to repress so badly, are torturing him again.

Jinwoo had spent… 800 times regressing over and over.

The reason?

You.

The you who is now dead.

But why is that? Didn’t he make you suffer such a torturous heartbreak? Didn’t he himself push you away and abandon you to your own woes? So why?

Those 800 times he had regressed, Jinwoo had lost you over and over. No matter how hard he tries to save you, no matter how hard he attempts to change your fate— Jinwoo would keep losing you and in the end your cold corpse would be in his arms while he screams into the air; cursing the gods and everything that is alive. 

Why?... How come everything else could have a happy ending but you? You who had always been there for him, you who cradled him in most miserable days? You who had always been the one to patch his wounds up? Why can’t he have you? Why can’t he give you everything? 

Jinwoo had tried every goddamn method.

He killed the gods, he murdered the monarchs, he sealed off the gates, he tried every outcome he could ever think of— And yet… And yet the outcome is always the same.

Jinwoo kept gambling, pulling card after card after card after card… And now he is empty handed.

All of it always ends with him having the fool in his hand. 

He cries, laughing like a madman as he knelt in front of your grave as if he was begging for mercy.

Jinwoo thought that removing himself from your life would solve things. He attempted to remove your memories and it didn’t work.

So Jinwoo instead tried to remove his memories of you. Because if he had kept those memories of you, he wouldn’t be able to resist himself and would run back to your arms where he felt so safe and sound.

Even after he removed every trace of you in his brain— His heart stubbornly yearned for you and reversed the curse he had inflicted on himself and once again showed him the hell he tried so desperately tried to escape.

“Child, you’re weeping again” Jinwoo’s gaze would snap up, finding himself in the presence of Ashborn who is sporting his image. “Your plans have failed once again, I see”

Jinwoo bitterly laughs, getting up from his pathetic position. “Of course I did, and you as always— Had predicted it. You’re right, I lost that person again.”

“...”

“I tried everything, Ashborn” Jinwoo chokes up, his look far gone from sane now. “I tried ever fucking method in hopes that my bet would have a sliver of hope and make a break through. I always… Always considered all the possibilities that could destroy the ending that I want but for fuck’s sake I keep losing everytime.”

“You haven’t tried everything, child” Ashborn says, transforming into the image of you.

Jinwoo purses his lips, his eyes watering at the sight of you. Although it was just an illusion by his predecessor— Jinwoo still felt a strong tug in his heart that of which longs to embrace you.

“What do you mean?” Jinwoo asks, his gaze falling down. 

“Have you ever wondered why that child was immune to the potions and how you couldn’t remove their memories of you?” Ashorn hums, circling around Jinwoo. “Why do you think so?”

“....”

“Because they’re not from here” Ashborn answers immediately, catching Jinwoo off-guard.

“What?” Jinwoo glares at him.

“That child’s body doesn’t respond to your powers because they are an anomaly that shouldn’t have been in this world in the first place” Ashborn explains. “The world in which that lover of yours hails from is far different from our homeland that is tainted by meddling gods and monarchs, mana doesn't flow through that world. None of our ailments with the divine or anything else taints their homeworld.”

“So you’re saying that my biggest mistake was not figuring that out soon and I was the fool who made my lover suffer through those painful things when I could have solved it just by sending them home?” Jinwoo bitterly laughs, choking in his sobs. “...I’m so… So stupid”

“....” Ashborn chuckles, patting Jinwoo’s shoulder. “Do you want to be with them? Your beloved?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“In exchange, you will give up your throne as the shadow monarch, everything that you have with you right now including the system—” Ashborn turns to him “Are you willing to give that up.”

“Yes.”

There was silence between the two, Ashbron’s eyes would bore into Jinwoo’s as if waiting for the man to falter. 

But falter he didn’t.

“Alright” Ashborn hums. 

“I’ll be an anomaly in that world, won’t I?” Jinwoo asks.

“That would be the case if it weren’t for the fact that I am your predecessor” He muses, “My last gift to you will be me taking my place back as the shadow monarch. All of which that are yours as my heir will be returned to me.”

“Including my kids?” Jinwoo inquires.

“Naturally.”

“Then let me say farewell to them” He requests.

Ashborn merely nods, letting Jinwoo turn around.

He takes a deep breath, his deep grey eyes turning purple as for one final time he says his command, “Arise”

“I’m sorry,”— Was the first thing Jinwoo had said, bowing his head to the shadows he had grown to love. “And thank you,... For everything. For all of your services, for all of the memories you all have shown me. Even if you’re all just undead creatures I summoned for my own greedy pursuit, I thank you all for everything that you have done,... My kids.”

The shadows wail, from sadness and from joy. Their voices would mix and howl, urging Jinwoo to pursue his dream. They would miss him, yes, but they value their master’s happiness over their own selfish wishes.

They had been there, they knew how much heartache and mourning their master has gone through for that person, how much pain Jinwoo had gone through, how much he cried in those lonely nights. 

They listened to all of his screams.

And they, his shadows, his soldiers, his children,... Yearn for nothing more than to give Jinwoo the happiness he deserves.

So for a final time, they salute to Sung Jinwoo.

As the man himself fades into pieces of fleeting white petals.

For a final time, it is now farewell.

Farewell to the shadow monarch, Sung Jinwoo.

⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

You were admiring the pink petals falling beside your window, not noticing a pair of grey eyes lovingly admiring you from the classroom door. 

A tender gaze so full of love.

“May I?” The deep and smooth voice inquires, snapping you out of your daze and you turn.

He was handsome, pristine and upright. Perfectly carved out features as if made by divine hands. Everything about his features was absolutely symmetrical, even his gentle eyes and straight brows. Even with his puffy ebony locks— He looked so otherworldly and yet familiar at the same time

You nod and he sits down, throwing you a small smile.

“Jinwoo.” He speaks, the sound of his voice causing the tips of your heart to tremble as your stomach fluttered. “My name is Sung Jinwoo."

ʚ(੭´͈ ᐜ `͈)੭ .｡✧･ﾟ: ~♡ —! stories written by kyunnie; translations, reposts, plagiarism are strictly forbidden.

[malicedragoness]

Kinktober Day 3 - Monster AU

Characters: Naga!Havik x GN Reader

Word count: 702

Synopsis: It’s been weeks since your destroyed ship washed up on unknown land. And a naga with a mangled face seems to have taken a liking to you.

Notes: I wrote this with Havik’s black and red hair (Scabbed Over) in mind. I’m not entirely happy with the end product, but I think it’s because I want to world build more with it. But if I did that, then I would just put it off until it’s like 15k words. Maybe I’ll revisit this idea and expand on it in the future. NOT BETA READ, WE DIE LIKE MEN!

Warnings: Monster rutting

Kinktober tag list: @bihanspookies

Warmth surrounds you as you gently stir awake. Your eyes crack open to catch your new lover resting against your chest, an unbidden smile tugging on your lips.

Havik’s ruined face looks more gentle, more calm when he sleeps. The fierce demeanor gone and replaced by a peaceful expression.

He loves to keep you wrapped up in his tail at night. His tail always seemed endless. Coils of shimmering onyx scales, speckled with muted reds and whites, feel silky smooth against your naked skin. Strong as steel, yet they carefully wrap around you, emanating a pleasant heat.

And his thick cock is buried deep inside you, refusing to part from the warm, safe haven your body provided.

Your walls clench around him for a brief moment, earning a low groan from the sleeping creature on top of you.

It’s been weeks since your ship was wrecked by a terrible storm at sea. Deadly waves and a raging tempest had reduced the great ship to timbers, taking many lives of the passengers on board.

You woke up shivering. Drenched in sea water and a face full of wet sand, you cursed the cruel sea for abandoning you in such a strange place. Bodies and pieces of the ship littered the dreary beach. The few survivors decided to take their chances braving the new landscape.

And not even an hour into your trek, you were being chased by a warthog. The rest of your group had dispersed and left you to your fate. Your heart hammering in your chest as the sound of hooves got closer.

Until Havik showed up.

The naga had fallen from the trees, coiling his tail around the vicious beast. His massive hands ripping the jaw off the warthog, squealing in pain. Piece by piece, he clawed it apart until he was covered in blood and viscera.

His haunting gaze turned to you, sniffing the air, “Mate.”

He took you and the carcass of the warthog back to his nest, offering you pieces of raw meat from his kill.

Over time, Havik learned how to care for you. Crafting a spit roast to cook the meat for you, bringing you fresh water from a spring, berries and fruits that were safe to eat. And he offered you the furs of creatures he’s slain to keep you warm.

It seemed like such a long time ago when his feral visage frightened you. Scars decorated his body, some deeper than others. Half of his face was burned away, revealing a sharp set of fangs. Slitted topaz eyes studying your every move.

And now that same creature is curled atop of you, basking in the warmth of your smooth skin.

You smile and clench your walls again, wanting to rouse him from sleep. His muscular abdomen gives an unbidden jerk, sliding further into you.

Slowly, the coils of his tail come alive, slithering around you like never ending waves. A low hiss could be heard as Havik raises his head, trailing the ruined cartilage of his nose up your throat.

“Mate,” his voice low and gravelly in your ear. He teases your neck with the tip of his forked tongue.

“Havik,” you murmur affectionately. A soft sigh leaving your lips as he rocks his hips forward.

Clawed hands caress your body, worshipping every dip and groove, causing shivers down your spine. His cock throbbed within you, rubbing the walls of your tight channel with every thrust.

Onyx tail props you up higher, the end of it curling around your wrists and pulling them behind your head, leaving you at his mercy.

Growls and hisses rumble in his throat.

“My mate,” his hot breath fanning your neck, his hips thrusting into you a little faster. “All mine. No one else can have you.”

“I’m yours, Havik.” Your whimpers spur him on, feeding the possessiveness inside him.

His massive hands envelope your ankles and place them on his shoulders. His hulking figure looms over you, bending your legs to your chest. Drool and venom drip from his fangs, landing on your collarbone as he ruts into you.

“I’m gonna empty every drop of my spill inside you. Until you’re filled to the brim with me.”

[zzthekaiju]

Lumi and the Great Big Galaxy - Thrash

Once again, I must bring your attention to the animated pilot currently having a Backerkit campaign (link at the bottom). One of the tiers allows one to have their alien OC as a background character. If I had the chance to do so (I'm in the physical art book tier, though I plan on donating WAY more than just $500), this would be mine.

To give a brief introduction, Thrash is a bounty hunter, and self-proclaimed "rock star of the stars" (title pending). Among his piers, he's not particularly respected. Rude and crude, Thrash revels in being as destructive as possible as he somehow manages to keep his clients satisfied. While he enjoys the bounty hunting business, his true passion is music. Specifically, rock-n-roll. It's why his primary weapon is a bladed, soundwave-blasting guitar he affectionately names "Mel", as in melody. Heck, his personal ship is powered/steered not by fuel or a wheel, but the sounds his guitar makes. Hence, every takeoff is a jam session.

As for his relation to the main six, it's not great. As the whole of the galaxy's bounty hunters are attracted to the prospect of bagging a living star like Lumi, so too is Thrash. However, he's only in it for the money and not the power, as threatening kids isn't exactly his idea of a good time. He isn't even all in with the whole wish thing Lumi does, seeing it as a lousy shortcut to happiness. Even without that, though, most of the main gang just sees him as obnoxious. Over time, however, he and Holden end up bonding over their mutual love of destroying things and breaking the rules, as well as Thrash's sheer hatred of abusive parental figures (he has experience with those).

In short, Thrash is a metal-loving reptilian cross between the personality of Lobo from "Superman: The Animated Series" and the character arc of John Silver from "Treasure Planet". If I had to pick a theme for him, I'd be "Twilight Zone" by Golden Earring (though the cover by Bloody Hammers arguably suits him better).

Now, without further ado...GO SUPPORT THIS PILOT, ALREADY!!!

[whoishotteranimepolls]

In Defense for Sabo (Why hes appealing to me)

To be perfectly honest, I am absolutely down bad for Sabo. I am a Simp in every sense of the word. So understand, I am biased by this point- That out of the way, he's perfect your honor. He's so tragic, so cool, and so silly- i think people overlook him because out of the ASL trio he has the least amount of screen time of the three- but everytime he's there it's a wild ride

I coukd write a really shitty 100k word thesis on this bastard(affectionate) so I'll try my best to keep it short

How do I even begin this? What hooked me initially on his character as a whole was how he was born into nobility and instantly hated it. He could see how messed up the people around him were even as a child, Hes a born anarchist. So he runs away and meets angry child Ace and then they're both menaces to society with a plan on ditching this place. You know the backstory I don't gotta explain more but like, the whole ASL brother dynamic is amazing and hes so middle child coded. Then the tragedies begin- in literally every single way the upper class could be horrific and terrifying, it happens over and over within like no time just to really hammer into him his distaste for the whole system. To skip all the angsty details, He felt so cornered that he ran away. Just sets sail despite his age, then of all people to aim a weapon at him, a Celestial Dragon proceeds to give him amnesia for the next like 9 years of his life with some insane blunt force trauma. That gun was basically an explosive canon, the fact Canon!Sabo just has the eye scar is why so many artists headcanon him with a much bigger scar. How he survived that is just a testament to how he's just

Built Different™

Then he basically jumps into the deep end so to speak with no fucking memory. By the time Ace is setting sail- he's already insanely strong. He ends up second in command for a reason- he's smart, he's powerful, he's got that never ending well of stamina just like his bros, he's a beast

And what finally brings back his past? He sees the news about marineford. What rejogs his memories- is his brother fucking dieing. (Oda basically confirmed that if Sabo had his memories, Ace would have lived. I mean- pretime skip Luffy almost succeeded- putting Sabo in the mix would have absolutely turned the tides. But that's beside the point- as i said hes just strong) Sabo only remembered when it was already too late- like...holy shit- the Angst. Tragedy after Tragedy and he couldn't even try to help this time-

Listen, what I'm trying to say is He's cool and angsty (like every other character tbf lol). He's just like his bros, a crazy bastard with a heart of gold who breeds chaos by being himself and standing for his ideals. Luffy and Ace have some crazy bloodlines and ya know, D. But Sabo is just Sabo and is right there with them in levels of chaos from day one.

He's just Built Different™

His whole presence in Dressrosa was amazing and hilarious- he shows up for the first time in- ever, one whole body luffy hug later and he's in the coliseum in Luffys disguise being an absolute badass. He successfully gets Aces fruit and then destroyed the coliseum with one move- he has some insane Haki and wields a damn pipe at the same time (the fact its something he kept from his time with his bros is so 🥹 but the juxtaposition is hilarious) Evertime he fights in this arc it's them sitting up the altercation and next time you see him- hes won and moved on to the next thing he's doing. One of my favorite little things is after Dressrosa -when he talks to the few who weren't passed the fuck out- and he gives Luffys vivre card to the strawhats. Not his personal Card to luffy- Luffys to his crew. He hasn't seen his brother in at this point like 10 years and somehow had his DNA to make it- everyone overlooks his crazy but it's hilarious

One of the best hugs in the anime just saying ^

I was head over heels after Dressrosa ngl.

If Luffy is silly and Ace is hot cool guy, Sabo is right in the middle. I do think it's funny he's boiled down to the smart one of the three, he is, but he's also so much more. Also, as the person who originally asked what the appeal was said, yeah he also doesn't smell like a trashcan. He's the only one of his bros that takes a regular shower lmao. And while I do blame my insant love for the tophat look on my prior love of Jacob Frye from assassins creed, I think he's got style too. He looks good and he's wearing a damn cravat(the white neck scarf thing) most the time, he pulls it off. The movie look with the teal/cyan trenchcoat, the Reverie scenes, the newest episodes he just got animated in again-

He is beauty, He is Grace, I want him to sit on my fa- sorry

For context, they are responding to this post about Sabo

Wow, I'm impressed the one piece fandom never ceases to amaze me with your dedication to your characters

[imthepunchlord]

Do you think Marinette getting the ladybug miraculous and Adrien getting the cat miraculous could have worked?

Oh yes, they could've.

As Marinette is set power wise in how she uses the Ladybug, the biggest issue that needs to be addressed is Tikki. Tikki doesn't bring anything new to Marinette, she teaches to be responsible, be considerate of others, step up as a leader, be dedicated and productive and stay on top of things; and guess what, Marinette is already a lot of those. Tikki is just hammering those nails even deeper. And while Tikki can be supportive and affectionate, she doesn't truly back her humans, she wants them to handle things themselves. So paired with this, it's easy to get why Marinette is developing and Atlas complex with Tikki.

It's a big reason Plagg I think would've been the best kwami to pair with her, for he's her best foil. He's the best set up to have Marinette grow, learn to adjust herself. He's lazy to her being overly dedicated and productive, and he's selfish to her selflessness. I don't see Marinette flipping a coin and becoming like Plagg, but I can see her learning that she needs to draw a line somewhere, to not pile so much on her plate, that sometimes she needs to prioritize herself and her own needs and wants before others. It's also a big plus that Plagg will be in Marinette's court and have her back and get upset for her, something she really doesn't have in canon (at most she had Luka but they moved him to Brazil so... yeah she doesn't really have anyone in her corner).

But to make Tikki work, there are a few options.

1 is to have Marinette realize that Tikki doesn't always know what's best, and she shouldn't listen to everything Tikki says, calls out, or advises. That she should probably challenge Tikki and her stances sometimes.

2 is to make use of Master Fu, he could be the one to advise Marinette to not have full faith in Tikki and her stances, or you can make use of him being someone Tikki works for and have him tell Tikki that she needs to adjust herself and how she's handling Marinette.

3 is having a different kwami to work with Marinette and Tikki, having someone counter Tikki's words with their own, and Marinette has someone else to listen to and consider than Tikki. Ideally, I do think it needs to be a kwami who's going to recommend prioritizing Marinette's needs since Tikki is there to guide her humans to be a humanitarian.

Adrien with the Cat is good, but he can be better. I do think he needs to learn some self control and self restraint with the power of destructive, given he can be quite reckless and emotional with it (destroying things out of anger is not great, accidentally murdering Aeon is not great, moving to kill Scarabella is not great...). I do also think the Cat is meant to be more stealthy in combat, so Adrien could work at being a better planner and sneak attacker.

Plagg ideally should've helped with Adrien's rebellion, help him gain independence, to stand his ground against his father and play by his own rules. These are what Adrien needs, and plays into his wants. He wants to be more independent, and he does need to rebel against his father and his unreasonable rules. And Adrien can be a pleaser so he does need to learn to do things his way and not just go with the flow like his father/Chloe want him to.

Only drawback is that Adrien himself is pretty selfish and entitled (especially with Ladybug), and Plagg can feed into that. Plagg is also the sort to let consequences be a teacher than actually be involved in guiding humans to grow, but Adrien isn't the sort to take up blame or faults on his part, he'd pass it onto others and deny his own faults. And it especially doesn't help having Plagg deep in Adrien's corner that he'll get upset for him, like Kuro Neko, technically he needs to get Adrien off his butt and get moving instead of getting upset at Marinette. Like, good for Adrien to have that, he needs it in his household, but this isn't what he needs either.

So for Adrien to work with Cat, ultimately, Plagg needs to adjust and step up his game. Likewise, can make use of Master Fu to stress to Adrien that he needs to adjust how he uses the Cat if nothing can be done about Plagg. Honestly, Master Fu should've been very put off and wary in Syren when he came upon Adrien threatening to quit instead of being a hero and helping those in need.

Honestly, between the two, Adrien is the dicey choice. And given that quitting as come up three times with him, and he still hasn't changed much with how he is as a hero, he probably shouldn't have been a full time hero.

[a-french-coconut]

Travis Stoll (Part 13)

"We're here."

Indeed, the valley of Camp Half-Blood with Long Island Sound gleaming under the setting sun.

He checks his watch, 20:03 pm.

He's made it.

"Thanks dad, I wouldn't have done without you.", he hugs him again, relishing in the action.

Child Travis would be screaming with joy if he knew he was hugging his father.

"You're welcome son, now go save your brother. I'll meet you both tonight after your dinner."

He shuffles his hair affectionally then disappear in a flash.

Travis takes a moment to pet Peleus, the dragon purring loudly when he scratches his head.

Dinner should begin in one hour so Kayla and Austin should be at the infirmary right now.

However, when he opens the building's door, he is not met by the two children of Apollo.

"Travis !", screams Will Solace crushing him in rib-breaking embrace, "you're alive ! Thanks the gods !"

"Yeah, yeah, could you please-" he winces, "let me go ? You can hug me all you want and make Nico jealous after we save Connor."

His friend immediately sober up, going in what Travis likes to call "doctor mode".

"His state worsened, as expected, but Kayla and Austin kept him sedated so he didn't suffer much. The poison gained on his body, infecting his lungs and it's almost at his heart. He's having some serious trouble breathing, his airways are constricted but with the flower, he'll go back to normal don't worry."

"An awful lot of people are telling me not to worry today."

"Really, who ?"

"Hermes."

"Right, and Apollo teaches me how to dance Zumba in my dreams."

"Please tell me that's a lie."

"He really did tried to convince me."

"Will you dance at my birthday ?"

"I'd rather do pole dancing."

"Even better."

This result in a mean jest to the stomach, making him double over.

"Bitch, I'm injured !"

"You deserved it, but wait, Hermes talked to you ?"

"Did you go deaf William ? Where did you even go with Nico ?"

"I'll tell you later, let's first give the flower to your brother."

Will pulls the curtain, revealing his brother impossibly pale, a tube going in his nose and sweat covering his entire body.

"How are we going to give it to him ? He's not conscious."

"We'll crush it into a fine powder then I'll put in a syringe mixed with a very small dose of nectar and tada ! He lives."

"It's not gonna work."

Will's face falls, "Why not ?"

"It stayed intact after a grenade exploded, it's not a hammer that will destroy it."

"A grenade ? What the fuck did you do ? No ! Actually I don't want to know."

"You will anyways but not now. We have to find another way to get the flower into Connor's body."

"Maybe Miranda will know what to do ? She's our best chance."

When they knock at Demeter's door, a girl Travis doesn't recognise open the door.

"Hey Billie, is Miranda here ? We need her help." Will asks.

Billie nods, disappearing inside the cabin before coming back with her older sister.

"Travis ! It's been such a long time !" Miranda hugs him and whispers, "I'm so sorry about Connor, if you need anything let me know."

"Well actually, we're here for that."

"Really ?" she perks up, "how can I help you ?"

Will shows her the flower and explains her the situation.

"I have never seen a flower like this before," she marvels, "it's... so powerful. I can feel the life insider her pulsing !"

"Is there anyway you can extract that life from the plant ?" he asks, hopeful.

"Sure, I can try."

Miranda closes her eyes and in her hands, the flower start glowing, emitting a green glow so strong both Will and Travis have to advert their eyes.

When they look again, Miranda now have a small golden petal in her hands.

"There you go !" she hands them proudly the petal.

"Oh by Demeter, thank you Miranda !"

Will takes back the cure and they sprint back to the infirmary.

On his watch, the hands shows 20:30 pm.

He watches Will dissolves the petal in a vial of nectar before transferring it to a syringe.

He watches the cure enter his brother's veins and Will putting a bandage on the his arm.

"Now, we wait until it cleaned his system from all the poison."

"I'm staying here."

"I don't think so, you are clearly dehydrated, famished and lacking sleep. It will take the whole night for Connor to recover. You are coming with me to dinner and then you'll go sleep in your cabin. Understood."

"You're an insufferable bossy brat."

"Travis."

"Okay, okay, understood."

"Great, let's go then, dinner begins in ten minutes."

Will, as always, was right.

As soon as he touches his bed, Travis falls dead asleep. His siblings have pestered him all dinner and he was forced to tell his quest at campfire, Ares cabin cheering loudly at his little grenade trick while he's sure he almost send Will into cardiac arrest.

He dreams of Connor and him, the day they promised each other to visit the whole world together, to never lie to each other, to always be there.

He dreams of his eyes gleaming when he tells him about a new prank he conceived, of teasing him about falling when he saw Malcolm execute perfectly a complicated sword trick, of his laugh resonating in the chilling evening when he remembers Huguette, the goat Travis thought would be a good way to charm Katie.

He dreams of Hermes looking at them from above and he feels safe.

We're reaching the end !!!

[rubypasha1]

In honor of Mermay here are some headcannons for my other reader inserts as mermaids/sirens.

Stolen souls

A whale shark mermaid (born). A gentle giant through and through.

Left her old pod in search of a new life and wound up by a reef, becoming its guardian and caretaker.

A real softie with a green thumb. Most sirens don’t come near her for her size but she hates fight with all her soul.

Likes to help or communicate with humans every now and again.

Made friends with a fisherman a while back and helps him out if in trouble.

Doesn’t go too close to the shore but can be seen from it. But if a local celebrity.

Known for helping out any humans in distress

The most likely to get captured by humans.

A bit too trusting of humans. Knows there are some bad but she wants to have a few friends and most mers and sirens avoid her.

Did accidental knock over a boat once while trying to rub against it affectionately

Incredibly lonely

Is open to being friends with any species but a bit cautious

There’s a meme of her laying on her back on the beach with an arm over he eyes.

A spider in a graveyard

Was turned (drowned) into a siren. Was originally a hammer head shark siren however after being captured by humans and due to experimentation became a mic with a jellyfish.

Tail has a layer of tentacle-like dark red and yellow things surrounding it and making up hair. A kind of ‘cap’ which is usually the ‘head’ of the jellyfish sits on her head. It is actually another organism but an extension of herself. Kind of a symbiotic relationship. Lions mane jellyfish, very dangerous sting.

Is known to sirens, mers and land dwellers alike as a hero. (Except for a particular news station)

Rescues swimmers daily, helps marine life to escape being captured by land dwellers or killed for the black market, often saving mermaids from unwanted attention from sirens and a lot more.

Has a small pod famous for helping people out

Has to be careful with stings, the scientists already messed up her genes a bit but the lip dish stings are very dangerous. She could control the dosage leading it to be a paralyzing venom but it seemed to have different properties than a normal jellyfish.

Scientist try and study her through underwater drones. Doesn’t mind too much as long as they don’t touch her or harm anything.

Some of her pod mates do mind though

Has drowned a person once. Never bought anyone back as a siren.

On decent terms with land dwellers but has a reputation of following fishing boats and making sure they didn’t do anything too drastic

Has sunk several boats

Guilty pleasure of exploring shipwrecks and collecting whatever she finds interesting

Set the sails

A common stingray siren

Lives in a large pod living around an island with a history of land dwellers attacking. Fighting over resources

Knows plant life in the area better than any textbook

Often found helping sea life of all kinds out when available.

Not too friendly with land dwellers but not unreasonable

Hates any kind of drone or machine that’s sent to scout areas. Destroys it as soon as possible

Extremely experienced fighter. Doesn’t fight often but when she does she’s often the victor.

Doesn’t kill other sirens, mers or and dwellers

A bit of a fable among sailors. They say if you see a sting ray with a bloody rust-like complexion that the ship was damned by the sea or someone on board was near death. If it’s the latter, pay the price and that person could be saved. The former? Pray.

Hates fishing boats and marines

Has an addiction to a specific kind of seaweed

Was alive when pirates were around. A kid but still there. Siren by birth.

Found a pirate washed up ashore and helped him, a bear monster. In return he had to teach her how to heal.

She learnt everything and more from him

He lived in the island until killed by some humans. Right after she was captured and sent to a reasurch facility with a few other pod members.

Terrible place

Released back into the wild after criticism from citizens and wild life conservation groups

Wears a red bandana given by her mentor

Touch it or the books she hides on land and death will be a mercy

Doesn’t have sharp teeth but will bite. Especially if you’re a patient being difficult.

Has it killed anyone

The rusty blood colour of her body is caused by the exsessive consumption of the seaweed.

Has this one reasurcher that’s completely obsessed with finding out anything and everything there is about her.

Least likely to ever be captured again

Has turned someone into a siren (got permission)

her sting is completely missing (lost in an accident) and with her one side having a cut that makes swimming a little harder.

Her claws became very hard due to labor and she sharpens them regularly. They’re as sharp if not sharper than any medical tool

Collects drift wood and likes to carve it with her claws

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=The Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare=

=Plus a Woman or Two=

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Gus March-Phillips. A great, if not slightly mad man stood in a room in front of some very high-ranking men. Who in all their mighty power were in Gus’ opinion, groveling for his help. A welcome and successful change from pervious accusations of insubordination and such. In any case, it gave him a chance to kill Nazis again. And he would not pass up such an opportunity. ”If I’m to do this, I’ll need my own team. You won’t like them.They’re all, uh...” he paused to think of an accurate word. “mad,” he admitted honestly and with the upmost respect. ”They’ll need to be. Give us their names,” a man Gus knew affectionally as M stated, gladdened at the agreement. ”Henry Hayes. A smart, young Irishman who hates the Nazis because his older brother, who was a close friend of mine, drowned after a U-boat sank his fishing trawler. I’ve taken him under my wing ever since. He’s cunning, quiet and wily. More to the point, Hayes is a magnificent sailor and I trust him,” Gus started. ”If we’re going to try and sink a large ship, we’ll need Freddy “The Buzz” frogman. He can swim across the channel with his feet tied together. Admittedly, he’s a convicted arsonist and a terrible misery unless he’s destroying something. But he’s very good at blowing things up,” M listened closely as he lit his pipe. The second recommend man coming at a bit of a shock. ”Next, we’ll need the Danish hammer,” Fleming, the one who was in charge of writing down the names, looked up at the familiar and infamous title. “Anders Lassen. Grew up wrestling bears and hunting elk on his family estate. He’s a legend with a Bowie knife and a bow and arrow. He ran away at 18 to fight the Nazis after the Gestapo tortured his brother to death. He gave up filleting game for gutting Nazis. He then turned up on our shores ready to fight alongside us. He is an uncontrollable mad dog who knows a hundred creative ways to kill a man,” Gus finished. ”Most importantly, we’ll need Geoffrey Appleyard,” Gus stated. ”Yes, we thought you might. That’s why we sent him on a reconnaissance mission to Fernando Po. Unfortunately, the Nazis nabbed him on his return,” Fleming said with an apologetic smile. ”All the more reason. He knows what we need to know. He’s a master planner, a master survivor, a chess grand master and a surgeon with the blade. We spent two weeks together in a Dunkirk foxhole and if it wasn’t for Apple, I would still be there today. No Apple, no mission,” Gus put forth the ultimatum, speaking with nothing but reverence for his friend. ”I’m afraid that’s impossible,” M said with a shake of his head. ”Why?” Gus asked. ”Because he’s being held by an entire German garrison on La Palma,” M’s explanations barley even registered to Gus. Who with a nonchalant shrug said, “La Palma’s on the way,” The beautiful Marjorie scoffed at Gus’s blatant confidence, with heron by her side sharing in her opinion with a shake of his head.

”That’s insanity,” M thought Gus had to be joking. ”You let me worry about that,” Gus said dismissively. ”Alright we have our list,” Fleming stated, moving to set the pen down. ”Uh-ah,” Gus wagged his finger at him. ”It looks to me you're assembling more of a platoon than a team,” M said, taking a long draw of his pipe. ”Only one more. Patience Evangaline March-Phillips,” M sighed at what he knew was long coming. ”March-Phillips? A relative?” Marjorie asked, intrigued at the mention of another woman’s name. ”I’m sorry, a woman?” Fleming asked with a small scoff. Marjorie’s and Gus’ heated looks had him swallowing his earlier statement and writing down the name to avoid their gazes. ”My dear little sister. She’s made quiet a name for herself. The red angle she’s called,” everyone in the room could recall the name. A famous name that had eared its reverence. Yet that fact was overshadowed by the announcement that the owner of the title was a woman. “One of the best snipers the world has ever seen which last time I checked has successfully dispatched every target assigned to her. She can dispatch a man from about 2000 yards away. She’s also a wiz with anything mechanical. Anything that breaks she can fix. She knows how to build a gun from scratch and can name every kind off the top of her head. She’s fluent in seven different languages and she dabbles in aviation. That, of course, only covers the skills she is proficient in,” A beaming pride shone through Gus as he spoke of his little sister. ”Mad like you?” Heron asked. ”Alas, she is the sensible one of the two of us,” Gus chuckled. ”Very well. If you wish to bring your own flesh and blood into the folds of danger, so be it,” M’s statement had Gus glancing down. Of course, he wouldn’t want such a thing. If he had it his way, his sister would be happy tucked away in some country home, falling in love with a farmer with her only care being what to cook for her next breakfast. That was half the reason he threw himself into the war. Only she threw herself in right after him. They had stayed together in their earlier military days. Their time together ended when they were separated and Gus was imprisoned. ”She was put in danger the moment Hitler gave his first salute,” Gus stated. It was true. It was not only the solider’s who were facing danger every day. Air raid’s of Britain left no woman or child safe. ”Very well, you have your team,” M’s nodded. Gus smiled, cocking his head slightly, his eyes raking down M’s body. ”I must get me one of those coats,”

Stepping out into the cold night air, lighting a cigar at his lips, Gus on his person sported several stolen items. A total of 8 Cigar’s, not counting the one alight between his teeth. 1 high quality, gold cased lighter. 1 tailored high end coat. 1 belly full of high grade liquer. And one gleeful smile.

On the other side of the world, sat in a little shack, was a woman. About her allied solider’s shuffled about at their down time, playing cards and such. The only woman in the room, she held in her hands a dismantled hand gun, intently cleaning every nook. The rays of sunlight filtered through the shoddy window slightly, her simple features, her focused brown eyes and her well kept but unruly brown hair bound tightly into a braid. That woman was the sister of Gus. ”Patience, personal message, from a,” a young solider barely wet behind the ears frowned at the name upon the piece of paper. “Duchess Dickward,” her movements stilled, and she slowly turned a glint of familiar recognition passing through her eyes.

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A Bionicle Advent Calendar: December 6th (Day 6)

The Prompt: Self-sacrifice. Take that however you'd like.

“I took a huge bath-loss on those kohlii balls—you need to pay me back!” The Le-Matoran pounded a fist on Ahkmou’s table. Ahkmou was uncomfortably aware that half of Po-Koro could probably hear him.

“All sales are final,” he told the angry green Matoran across from him. “You know that.”

“How can you truth-call it a sale when it was your Toa came barrel-running down the trails to destroy-bash the whole shipment?” asked the angry Le-Matoran.

“All sales are final,” said Ahkmou in his deepest voice—not actually that deep, but deeper than any Le-Matoran’s chatter and accompanied by a narrowing of his eye-lights behind his black mask, could make him a bit more menacing. He flexed his arms, swinging a carving hammer as a visual reminder of the great strength of the Po-Matoran. “If you want to seek damages, seek them from the Toa.”

“Perhaps I will,” said the Le-Matoran, backing away but not wanting to completely lose face.

~*~*~*~

A week later, Ahkmou found himself facing the warning end of a carving hammer, as he was being loomed over by Turaga Onewa, who was gesticulating irritably. Until quite recently, the Turaga had been the foremost physical specimen of the Matoran community: tall and strong, and Ahkmou had never once considered him affectionate. He didn’t consider Onewa affectionate now, as he was berating him.

“Le-Wahi is sueing Po-Wahi!” he griped. “Do you even know what that means? Of course you don’t: it’s never happened before. I didn’t think Matau knew the words “tortious interference,” let alone that he’d be able to string them together in a coherent sentence not full of tree-speak, but not only has he done that, I think he may have a case. Your stupid scheme has found yet another way to mess things up.”

“What is ‘sueing’?” asked Ahkmou, afraid to ask what tortious interference might be.

“He’s...” Onewa waved his free hand vaguely. “Matau is invoking our written laws to claim that Po-Wahi did things that cost Le-Wahi money, to force use to pay him.”

“We have written laws?” said Ahkmou.

“Of course we do!” snapped Onewa. “I wrote them myself—well, mostly. If you build a community, your community needs rules, and the rules need to be written down so that they don’t change.”

“But you’re the Turaga—you can do what you want,” said Ahkmou. “Just tell them no, right?”

“No,” said Onewa firmly. “If we were one village and one Turaga, that might fly, but we are six villages. If Vakama got it into his head to burn down our village and sell our stone to Onu-Koro for profit, you need a mutually-agreed upon law to appeal to. Turaga have been corrupted before.”

“They have?” said Ahkmou. Onewa didn’t say any more about that, but began pacing.

“The stupid thing is that Matau actually has a case,” he said (whether to Ahkmou or himself was unclear to Ahkmou). “Our Toa did destroy property that his villager had bought—and even did it within the bounds of Le-Wahi, or I could assert territorial privilege and say it was an act of Mata Nui.”

“Who decides it?” asked Ahkmou. “No one outranks you.”

“The Turaga as a body agreed to abide by the laws,” said Onewa. “We all signed the charter—if someone tried to weasel out of it, the five other villages would raise sanctions: no trading, no help, no travel--no food. Since Matau is suing us and I’m defending, the others will judge the matter.”

“What if they don’t all agree?” asked Ahkmou. “There’s an even number of them.”

“Vakama has the tie-breaker, as the leader,” said Onewa. “There’s a whole order of precedence.”

Ahkmou didn’t ask what that meant. Onewa was already stumping away to plan his legal strategy. He might have been the most resolutely fair Turaga on Mata Nui—a referee trusted to officiate even a championship with Po-Koro in the match—but he was still a Po-Matoran at heart. He hated to lose.

~*~*~*~

Before things were quite underway, Onewa tried to sound out the opinions of the other Turaga. It was a bit underhanded to his sense of competitive justice, but if all four of them saw the case the way he did—i.e. that Pohatu was complete responsible for the damage to Le-Koro’s kohlii balls. There was no provision in his charter for public safety: each Turaga was law within his Wahi and that was it, and this was in Le-Wahi.

But the initial responses of the others raised his spirits, even if he found that he didn’t agree with their legal opinions.

“The Toa are above our authority,” said Vakama. “They are not bound by our charter.”

“You can’t tell the Toa of Stone he can’t destroy infected stone,” agreed Whenua. “He is Toa of Stone wherever he finds it. It is his element.”

“Toa are subject to the authority of the Turaga,” said Onewa. “Remember Dume?”

“We didn’t exactly obey him,” said Vakama. “Ours was a higher calling.”

“But we were supposed to,” argued Onewa. “That’s why the Makuta posed as him!”

“We aren’t going to tell Pohatu he can’t save Matoran,” said Nokama.

“Yes, yes we are!” insisted Onewa irately, “I mean—if that’s what the court decides after review of the law, that’s what we’ll do. No one is above the law: not Turaga, not Toa.”

~*~*~*~

Pohatu was somewhat bemused when Onewa sent Hafu to summon him to a gathering in Po-Koro, and all the more amused to see a serious delegation of Le-Matoran looking at him, and the six Turaga gathered in a semi-circle: four of them seated, two standing on the ends. Onewa nodded to Matoro (Nuju had drawn the short straw of introducing the proceedings with Onewa barred by statute), who introduced the matter.

“The Turaga Council will hear the petition of Le-Wahi in the matter of Le-Wahi vs. Po-Wahi for the destruction of four dozen infected kohlii balls,” said Matoro, and the gathered Po-Matoran went silent at a loud tap from Onewa’s hammer. The Le-Matoran chatter calmed at their example.

“Those kohlii balls were bad!” said Pohatu. “I’m so glad I caught you before anyone started playing with them!”

“Err, Toa Pohatu, it’s not your turn to speak,” said Matoro. “Turaga Matau needs to present his case to the Council.”

“Wait…” something dawned in the Toa’s orange eyes, and he looked straight at the Le-Matoran. “You’re mad that I destroyed those kohlii balls. I am so sorry, my friends, but those were not safe.”

The Le-Matoran shuffled a bit awkwardly, and Matau pretended to be watching something in the distance.

“The Le-Matoran purchased those kohlii balls for a good sum of widgets,” said Onewa, irked that none of them would address the matter. “They bought them at market value just before Takua revealed their danger, so they were quite expensive. As they cannot get the widgets back, they are now out both widgets and kohlii balls.”

“Oh, but my friends, that is my fault!” said Pohatu. “Come, tell me how many kohlii balls you purchased, and I will replace them with safe kohlii balls!”

“Oh, that’s not necessary, Toa Pohatu,” said the Le-Matoran merchant, causing Onewa to throw up his hands in despair, but no one was watching him.

“I insist,” said Pohatu. “I did destroy your kohlii balls.”

“But you don’t have any kohlii balls, Toa Pohatu,” said Hafu. “Or any widgets!”

“My friends will help me,” said Pohatu. “Come! I will trade favours with any Matoran who can spare a kohlii ball!”

To Onewa’s dismay, the entirety of Po-Koro began to offer Pohatu kohlii balls and widgets and offers of making more, and even Turaga Whenua was attempting to press a kohlii ball into Pohatu’s hand (though he couldn’t reach so high). Within ten minutes, Pohatu had a large urn full of more than four dozen kohlii balls, and the beaming Toa was presenting them to the embarrassed Le-Matoran merchant. The only figure in a green mask who did not appear to be a little ashamed was Turaga Matau, who was watching Onewa’s apoplexy.

“He just admitted it and paid!” grumbled Onewa. “Vakama, Nokama, and Whenua were ready to rule for him!”

“You would have won, rock-splitter,” said Matau. “Don’t be mad you were quick-diverted from the match.”

“It’s not a match,” grumbled Onewa.

“But you are a head-sore loser!” said Matau gleefully. “You were argue-stating our case more than yours.”

“Well, someone had to,” said Onewa. “Toa aren’t above the law.”

“Are you sure?” asked Matau, gesturing at Pohatu and the Po-Matoran, who were happily lading all the kohlii balls for the Le-Matoran. “Look-seems to me like he’s doing what the law requires.”

“No, that’s being neighbourly, not lawful,” said Onewa. “Pohatu would do the same if he were completely innocent.”

“Maybe that’s a better law than your compact,” said Matau, and he went to join his Matoran, leaving Onewa alone with his convictions.

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Hi! Could I please have a matchup with a character from lotr and Marvel?

My Name is Rachel, Im 18, I’m heterosexual and my pronouns are she/her.  My zodiac sign is Taurus and Im a Gemini rising. I have brown hair that comes a few inches below my shoulders, brown eyes and freckles.

I’m a really optimistic person, and I try to help others as much as I can! I’m good at giving advice, and making people feel better. I’m also very charismatic and very outgoing! I love trying out new activities, But, I can get impatient easily and I tend to be stubborn. I’m very affectionate and I tend to make sure that everyone around me is feeling alright before making sure that I am. Basically, I’m like the mom friend. 

I really enjoy fashion design. I love sewing and coming up with a new ideas of something I can make! I’m also really passionate about music. I’ve played piano since second grade, and it really helps me to express myself! Some of my other hobbies include baking, crocheting and shopping. My personal style is a kind of mix between softie and angelcore. I love clothes that are pink, ruffly or have some sort of lace on them. Some things I like include, pretty perfume bottles, flowers, and jewelry I have a huge sweet tooth, so I also really like desserts! I absolutely hate bugs.

I hope that’s good, thank you so much!! <33

Thank you so much for requesting!! I hope you enjoy it!! <333

Lord Of The Rings;

Samwise Gamgee:

🥔 You joined the Fellowship in Rivendell, becoming the tenth member; you were skilled in the arts of healing, so Elrond knew the rest of the Fellowship needed you

🥔 The journey was dangerous and adventurous, but some fun, minus the orcs and all that; you were pretty glad that you were chosen to go

🥔 But when things took a turn for the worst, you didn't hesitate to make sure everyone was okay

🥔 Bandaging wounds and cuts and making sure the horses and ponies were fed, you finally made sure you were fine and dandy

🥔 During the trip, you grew closer to Samwise, who insisted that you call him Sam; he was super sweet and kind to you, always with a smile on his face (he loves the way your freckles dot your face)

🥔 You felt a bit protective over Sam, but he was a strong little Hobbit and actually wanted to protect you; the two of you had bonded like no other, and you both cared for each other a lot

🥔 When he went after Sam for the ring, you felt like your heart had been taken with him, you felt as if you should've gone with them; you were scared something bad would happen

🥔 Finally, when the ring was destroyed, you were reunited with Sam; you couldn't stop yourself from hugging him and digging your nose in his messy golden curls

🥔 You were surprised when Sam asked if you would come back to the Shire with him, and of course, after some shock, you said yes

🥔 Living in the Shire with Sam is amazing and so calming, living in the Hobbit Hole, you spend your days gardening with Sam, making your own clothes with the fabric you buy in town, and baking with Sam by your side; life is perfect in the Shire, the sky is always blue and the grass is always green, and Sam is always by your side

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Marvel;

Thor Odinson:

⚡ You joined the Avengers because of your amazing powers, Fury having no choice but to make you join, you were just that good

⚡ You were quick to befriend all of the other Avengers, even Bruce and he's shy so that surprised you, but everyone thought you were funny, charismatic, and a bit stubborn

⚡ You loved all your new friends dearly, but you had a special connection with Thor, the God of Thunder; it was like there was this spark, the moment you laid eyes on him you felt as if electricity ran through your veins

⚡ At one of Tony's parties, all sitting around the table with Thor's hammer on it, everyone was dared to lift it; even you

⚡ You stood from your seat with a smirk, placing your fingers around the handle, you didn't think you'd actually lift it, but you did; the look on all of their faces was priceless

⚡ Thor was speechless and adored you even more so than he already did, and from that, he gained the courage to finally ask you out on a 'Midgardian' date

⚡ Since he was still pretty new to Midguard after he asked you out and you said yes, he asked what humans did for dates, and obviously you took him to the mall; where you did some shopping, before you went to a nearby garden where you wandered and looked at flowers; at the end of the date, the two of you baked a cake

⚡ Thor finds you irresistible, impeccably so, he thinks you are brilliant, kind, and understanding; he finds your talent for playing the piano spectacular

⚡ When Thor goes on trips to Asgard when he can't take you with him for some reason, (if you do, he requests explicitly for your Asgardian gown to be pink), he brings you back the finest Asgardian jewelry your eyes have ever seen

⚡ Thor loves the way your brown eyes light up when you see him, and the way your smile lights up the entire room; you love the way Thor's hair shined in the sun, and how protective and determined he is (you are the best couple is all of the Avengers)

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Lmao here, the chapter has been posted:

Quakens. I’ve never met a Quaken dragon before, not until a few weeks ago, when we came across them on an island. We were supposed to be on a rescue mission for dragons on ships, it did end up being a rescue mission, but instead it was also a recon and rescue mission. We had split up before this, Snotlout, Rhea, Heather and Astrid went to follow the ship to where it was going. Hiccup, Fishlegs, the twins, Torsten and I stayed on the island.

The Quakens were being used as destructive tools, as if they were nothing but their own personal tools. It was like the Quakens didn’t think they were anything but that as well… It breaks my heart to see such beautiful creatures in chains, convinced their only use is to follow orders… nothing and no one deserves that kind of treatment.

I almost killed the Dragon Hunters on that island if Fishlegs had held me back, my mask on and watching them shake in terror as they stared at me… good, it is what they deserve for such a treatment to beautiful creatures.

The island was unstable due to the marble mine and the slams from the Quakens. The shaking we were experiencing was from the island mostly, it was all the Dragon Hunters’ fault. We had tried to convince the Dragon Hunters to leave willingly but they sent the Quakens at us, with a single attack they took down a lot, debris from the mine falling down and making some of the landing unstable.

Fishlegs had figured out a way to get the Quakens to listen. It was all in the giant hammer, the Quakens seemed to follow commands when the hammer was used. Unfortunately the island was too unstable to stay on, with the Quakens following us and the island erupting behind us as we flew away, we met up for the others.

A stronghold… Viggo was building a stronghold to withstand dragons… or contain them. So we flew to the island and Fishlegs commanded the Quakens to destroy the mostly built stronghold. It brings me great pleasure to see it be destroyed, reduced to nothing but rubble and debris.

Fishlegs had set the Quakens free, I did end up petting one, caressing the scales of the dragon as they purred happily at the affection. We flew them to Dark Deep. I showed more of my affection to the dragons before we them there in their retirement. I could understand why Fishlegs was so affectionate to Meatlug before this, but I understand it even more now.

I do, kinda?, have my own Gronckle, but I wouldn't say he’s mine solely because of the fact that I don't ride him. I’ve grown used to playing with that Gronckle, from what I can tell, he has a weird playing style, often stealing my shirt and enjoying a good game of cat and mouse between us. Meatlug doesn’t steal shirts but she steals smaller items, very obviously she gives them back after the game is over but Fishlegs mentioned it was just a friendly dragon thing some of the more friendlier dragons do to bond.

I still don’t have a letter for Dagur, all the words I write just… they don’t turn out right, they don’t sound like how I want them to sound. I… I don't like showing others how vulnerable I can be and talking, or well… writing to Dagur seems to make me feel that way. I feel safe writing to him, but… imagining him reading my letter to him… it feels… weird… like, a burning and wriggling sensation in my stomach, my heart pounding hard in my chest, my face burning and my palms sweaty with nerves.

Bon the Ruthless doesn’t get nervous, The Bear doesn’t feel that either. I’m just overthinking it at this point. I should just write out a letter, it doesn't matter if it isn’t perfect, and send it to him… but what do I write? What should I tell him? Does… Would he even care? Dagur makes me nervous. I want the letter to be perfect, for if it isn’t perfect then it isn’t worthy of his time to read. He didn’t ask any questions, where do I begin with my letter?

[imperatorium]

ok what are the most stupid things that sister, nihil, and all the boys have done while drunk. I’m talking what things were stolen/destroyed, what places were they banned from, what terrible opinions and I insults were thrown at people. Sister is the only one with proper brain cells here (primo is on the cusp but I refuse to believe he completely overcame nihils himbo genetics) and that’s thrown out the window when she’s absolutely hammered. I need answers here

Anon, please know that I have not been ignoring this ask - simply meditating on it. Because my gut reaction was to just answer (re: Nihil, at least) was to just be like, "...I mean, you've seen the video for 'Kiss The GoGoat', right??"

I don't know what the stupidest things they've all ever done is but I can say that, generally speaking, Sister has a very high tolerance and, especially in her more recent years, goes through a pretty significant amount of wine in a week. When she was younger, though, and a bit less conservative about how/what she drinks, there were absolutely occasions on which you could catch her (or she would catch you, as the case usually was, at a social function) in just the right mood to hear a whole monologue about special interests, including feminist reads on Greek myths (don't even get her started on Persephone), Paradise Lost as flawless Satanic propaganda, and why Nihil's music makes him (...should make him) bigger than the Beatles who are bigger than Jesus thus ensuring the Antichrist's prowess. Normally, she would keep her verbosity on these subjects to herself, or at least more reserved, but if you get a couple too many shots in her, she loses a good bit of that social wherewithal.

Copia is much the same. He's anxious until he's not and then he also has too much to say about things that a sober Copia would know nobody wants to listen to him rattle on about. And while Sister would wake up the next morning and shrug it off and congratulate anyone who brought it up to her for receiving the sermon, Copia will just get more anxious about how he should have just kept his mouth shut about affectionate behaviours in rats or his philosophy about Ghoul maintenance and summoning and how that can translate into care for the entire Church.

One doesn't drink often enough to have any significantly notable drunk behaviour. He'll indulge, every now and again, but he has nothing stupid to report. And his tolerance is more absurd than Sister's. If anything, I suppose he becomes a little more relaxed than normal. But it's pretty imperceptible to the casual observer.

There's no way to quantify the stupidest thing Two has ever done because he's ridden a steady wave of just barely not alcoholism since he and Three got into the Lupercalia wine at a feast when they were like six. I mean, like, you've seen the Papaganda videos (I assume), you know what he's about. He's not as tolerant as One is, but he's also not afraid of getting noticeably turnt (like other members of his family are). If he's gotta black out, he's gonna black out and when he blacks back in, if there are...damages of any kind, he knows the Church'll throw money at it.

Three, meanwhile, basically turns into a white girl at a bachelorette party that's gotten out of hand. Slutting it up all over everyone, losing clothes, making himself (even more) the center of attention, then one cosmo too many and suddenly, he's in tears and possibly falling asleep in the bathroom while he's vomming for the rest of the night.

And...like I said earlier, re: Nihil...you've seen the Go-Goat footage. That's easily the stupidest thing any of them have done while unsober.

[mepposprincess]

how about uhhhh 69 for the jokes lol and ummmm 24 and 36

OH BOY LADS ITS ALL TO.KU IDIOTS LETS GOOOO

f/o ask game !

NUMBER CHOSEN: 69

F/O CHOSEN: Azuma Mic.hi.na.ga !

SO LUCKILY ENOUGH IVE ALREADY POSTED SCREENSHOTS EXPLAINING THE AZU LORE BEFORE

Which is nice because there's so. So. Much.

Link for the lore please appreciate my insanity

So here's some silly facts: my s/i calls him azu ! All the time. Frequently

He also takes every cow, bull, or buffalo plush he finds and buys it and then shows it to azu and is like "this is u"

He annoys azu so much but in an affectionate way ya know

NUMBER CHOSEN: 24

F/O CHOSEN: Ignis !

This insane bitch

Okay ! So my s/i works for guts-select ! And accidentally sees kengo turning into trigger one day and well. Cover blown. Not that kengo was hiding it well.

So he is dragged into so much chaos and well! Fucking ignis appears. And takes and interest in him bc he's fucking insane..and tries to attack ignis with a giant hammer. It's fine.

ALL JOKES ASIDE the two start to get closer and at some point have a genuine heart to heart when ignis is ✨imprisoned for his crimes✨

Fun fact the confession is actually dumb as fuck bc there's an ep where everyone's hallucinating their desires and well. Guess what happens to my s/i ✨ and guess who is there to see it ✨

It's fine it works out Ignis is ecstatic

Though Ignis does still do some insane ass shit (plan to sacrifice himself to kill the guy who destroyed his planet) ONCE EVERYTHING IS SETTLED AND OKAY they go travelling through space together!!! Yay !!!

NUMBER CHOSEN: 36

F/O CHOSEN: Shuichi Ki.ta.ok.a !

WHERE DO I EVEN. BEGIN.

Uh beware there is slight nsfw talk here but it's not detailed

Okay so me and twin have uh. Complex lore for ry.u.ki in which we changed up a lot but also not a lot at the same time. So my s/i is similar to think like. tsu.mu.ri in ge.a.ts, kinda helps explain shit and keep things running properly

Only because he and his twin got dragged into the blast that started all of this and also got kinda. Trapped in-between the mir.ror world and regular world

ANYWAYS THID BITCH will NOT leave my s/i alone constantly calling him up to ask stupid questions and bug the shit out of him

A lot of shit happens, the two actually at some point begin a fwb type situation lol because ichi is annoying and is into him and my s/i is always stressed

Eventually he finds out about ichis illness and why he's even agreed to take part in the ri.d.er war, and yeah.

The two get in an argument at some point about ichi nearly dying which leads into my s/i confessing in a panicked moment of fearing losing him and well. Yeah.

Goro is also involved! It's a poly relationship all three are dating each other but he wasn't the one rolled so we won't go deep into that

ANYWAYS ichi eventually succumbs to his illness WHICH IS SO FUCKED and that mentally destroys my s/i and goro takes ichi places to try to win to wish him back BUT WELL THST GOES BACK TOO AND PAIN AND SUFFERING.

And then the world resets ! Fun !

But hey everyone is alive again ! And it's all ! Totally okay! Totally! Sure ! Let's say that. Alas they all forgot their memories

Though me and twin decided fuck that and they do get them back after a while (similar mechanism to bu.il.d we decided) and well!! Happy reunion !!!!

This is such a watered down explanation of events BUT GOD. SO MUCH. HAPPENS. IN THIS DAMN SHOW.

The three are happily married the end JENDJDJJD

[lasplaga]

❛ do you like it when i bleed for you? ❜

「𝔖」 It was SICK how Leon bid 𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕡𝕙𝕖𝕥 to break into his thoughts. Frightening to have a God tear his soul asunder & crawl inside his body. A holy act of communion twisted into a blasphemous ritual, inviting a demon --- an ancient DEVIL, to take willing possession of his body. Did anything of The Agent remain? Or was his humanity destroyed ; TOTAL death of the individual?

" 𝔜𝔢𝔰… " The Serpent hissed pleasurably with the morbid display of submission, the younger man sprawled, yielding, below. Under his fingertips, his muscles parted & gave way to his claws. To his strength. Fresh blood HIS to lap & taste. Though his species lacked a forked tongue, it danced behind his lips with a venereal hunger. The consumption was carnal, erotic --- INTIMATE ! ; Every lick upon his bare skin affectionate. The same a predator would give dying prey, before cutting down with sharpened dentition. " 𝔐𝔬𝔯𝔢. --- 𝔅𝔩𝔢𝔢𝔡 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢. "

It was natural for a sacrificial lamb to bleat as fangs sliced & burrowed. More as The Master would dart in the wounds & flick, savoring every drop of essence that would flood into his open mouth. But ONE act of penetration was not enough --- he needed more, more until Leon was drained of ichor completely ; Exhausted, collapsed upon the altar & coated in patterns of crimson...

First he bit upon his wrists, tender, eyes glancing softly --- before a starved frenzy gripped him by the reigns. An impulse beyond any human means of control, a dark temptation he was FORCED to sate. Mimicking an act of PERMANENT sacrifice, what followed came his ankles, liquid spurting from the punctures. Every harsh suck & swallow was rewarded with a reverberating growl, the question answered as Lord Saddler would blissfully drink his sheep TO DEATH.

Osmund's gasping withdrawal to breathe was only temporary as he slithered past his inner-thighs & chest. Fingers shakily, delicately, cupped Leon's face & collar in guidance, as he would nestle in the crook of his neck. Injuries that resided on the forelimbs were purposely superficial & would heal in moments despite the pain --- for his wanted his gift AWAKE for the final rite. So close. So close his heartbeat hammered, the thumping of his vessels drowning his ears. The Lord's seductive whisper hot & disgustingly slobbered in part of how much of HIM he had already drained.

" 𝔊𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔢, --- " To encourage the last veins to the surface, he planted buried kisses against his voluntary offering, enough to the point of decorative bruising. One might mistake them as the acts of a desperate LOVER, but it was to spare harsh strikes against his skin, prior the prick of needle-like teeth. But there was no mistake that he carried Satan's mark. " --- 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔰𝔲𝔣𝔣𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔦𝔰 𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯. "