#22 purples total now

[imunbreakabledude]

update: 5 masori tops no other masori pieces :) (11 lightbearers btw)

i know this is not bad at all yknow statistically speaking bc i haven't done THAT many raids but my god. the reason i haven't done many is i psych myself up for it, log on, do 3-4 experts and get ring ring, masori top again, and then log off. like even one other piece of masori would give me so much more excitement to continue this but god is it dull to repeat the same ~25 minute process over and over for..... alchs. in a mode where i have more than enough GP already

[with-my-calamitous-love]

okay okay, can I pls get Shinsou with “we would’ve been timeless” 🥹🫶

make it as angsty as you want, i’m feeling it ❤️‍🩹

“we would’ve been timeless…”

(hitoshi shinso.)

note: apparently bnha takes place in the 2100s.. for this fic just ignore that lol. love u ana!

august 16, 2010

you were 6 when you were given your polaroid camera.

as a small child, you didn’t know the significance this device would have on your life, or the value of film. the idea that this small, box could capture anything onto a piece of plastic was fascinating. it captured moments in time, and gave you tangible pieces of memory that you could carry around.

theres so many things a 6 year old could want to photograph in the eyes of childlike innocence. but the first photo you ever took, was of your best friend.

“please!!” you whined to hitoshi, who reluctantly gave in after your begging. he couldn’t say no to you, after all.

“okay, fine.” he groans, making an awkward smile that makes you laugh. purple eyes wince at the flash, but immediately scrambled to be by your side once he heard the whirring of the photo being developed.

you stared in awe. it was the first of many memories.

april 3rd, 2018

suffice to say that in the last 8 years, you took many polaroids of many different things. the exception to this was hitoshi, who absolutely hated his photo being taken. but the day you two were both starting highschool at UA, he relented.

“this is pointless.” he says, while you set up your camera. he’s wearing his uniform for the photo, but he feels as though its not as important to him as it is to you.

“no its not, toshi.” you say, walking back up to him. he offer’s you his arm like he always does, just wanting to give you a sense of security. his shoulders seem to slump.

“i’m in general studies.” he reminds you. “you’re in the hero course. this isn’t so fucking monumental.”

you sigh, understanding your best friends frustrations. you’re reluctant to take a photo if you’re going to look back and know he was upset.

so you stand in front of him, taking his face in your hands and say this:

“i know… but i’m not taking this to remember that. i’m taking it to remember that you made it this far… you can’t give up now. even if you don’t believe in yourself…”

you smile. “i can believe in you for the two of us.”

he’s silent for a moment, before the camera finally flashes and captures the moment.

may 22, 2020

you waited ages to see him there.

the look on his face when he’s finally accepted into the hero course is priceless. he’s in shock, only managing a soft smile even when his new classmates surround him in congratulatory glee. this feels unreal.

you stand at the sidelines, capturing the moment in a polaroid. he didn’t know you did this, he was too caught up in his own world to realize you were still there.

a bittersweet feeling blooms in your heart.

june 15, 2022

your graduation after party.

losing hitoshi impacted you more than you would like to admit. there was no big fight, no dramatic announcement of resentment. you two simply drifted. and you were totally fine with it. you were the person who believed in him from the very start, and now he forgot you were there.

totally fine with it.

taking 7 shots of tequila while mina and denki cheered you on certainly wasn’t your finest moment. getting sloppy drunk and using your dress to wipe off your makeup definitely wasn’t either. but the worst was when you stumbled over to hitoshi, a drunken slobbery mess.

“woah, [y/n]!” he says, grabbing you by the shoulders to stabilize you. he takes in your appearance, noting the tear stains that ran down your cheeks.

“we would’ve been timeless, hitoshi.” you slur, wiping the tear off your face with your knuckles. “fucking timeless.”

he looks confused for a second. “..what are you talking about?”

“i would have run away with you, or pray for you every night… cause i love you, and i never stopped believing in you..! and i was so proud of you when you finally got your heroic dream… and… and then what…? we just… just…”

you’re not making sense and you know it. but hitoshi gets it, at least some semblance of it.

he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. he knows he’s treated you like shit for the past few years. like the coward in every man, he just hoped it would never come up.

your legs finally give up on you. and like the hero he is (to everyone but you) he catches you, carrying you in his arms. he resolves to at least get you to bed.

and your classmates, who had your camera, captured the moment. to them, it was a display of drunken love. not that you could blame them.

2024.

you didn’t speak to him after that night.

the first time you saw hitoshi after going your separate ways was when you were attending some fancy gala. there he was, in his hero costume, looking so god damn handsome. he’s grown taller, more confident, more beautiful.

clutching your camera, you think about it for a moment. ultimately, you decide not to do it. most of those memories were embedded into your heart, anyway.

you think that maybe in a different life, you’d be laughing next to him. maybe in a different life, you’d be timeless.

[dronebiscuitbat]

Oil is Thicker Then Blood (Part 22)

Uzi did finally get that baby bag.

It wasn't much, a glorified swaddle made from a purple blanket that wrapped around her torso so that Tera could rest at her side without pulling while she walked around. It had been almost scary, she'd seen new mothers walk around with them all the time when she was younger.

And now… here she was, baby strapped to her side as she went home. Home as in, her dad's apartment, her apartment, or maybe not anymore, after today.

N had gone off to pick up the newly made crib early that morning, yes morning. Neither of them had needed to go outside for a least a week, and they're schedules were starting to cycle back into what other drones would consider normal.

But even then it gave them a little time to talk about how raising Tera was going to work.

Her room in her apartment was too small to raise a baby in, it was almost too small for her, with stuff just shoved unceremoniously wherever there was room. It was too messy, and dangerous! Her railgun was still in peices on the couch, and while it was broken there were still several parts that could discharge and hurt someone.

Which left N's apartment, which had plenty of room, as it was nearly empty, he'd brought in the very little stuff he owned (blankets, pillows and plush toys) but all of that easily fit in the bedroom with plenty of room to spare.

Plenty of room for her stuff.

And that thought on it's own made her fluster, they'd spent plenty of nights together, especially recently. But it had always been under the pretense that she'd be going back home eventually. That she didn't live there.

Robo-god she was about to see her dad. Her dad which had zero context for what she was about to unleash on him. That her and N were together now, that he had a granddaughter, that she was… moving out.

So much had happened this week. Hell, so much had been happening almost every week. And all of it was stressful, wether it be life threatening or just life changing, it seemed like after years of nothing happening, it was all catching up with her with everything happening at once.

“Doorman?” A voice she recognized, a voice she really didn’t want to see, preferably ever, but especially not right now, with Tera awake and babbling from her bag.

“What is it Lizzy?” She deadpanned, not bringing any attention to the baby strapped to her side even though that was clearly what caught the other drones attention, her pink eyes locked to the bag in surprise.

��Oh shit, that was actually your kid?” Lizzy immediately asked, making Uzi roll her eyes as she remembered that Lizzy was the one that had initially exposed her.

“Yup. This is Tera.” Admitting it at first felt strange, like her tongue had wanted to reject it, but it quickly settled into contentment, yeah, this was right. And honestly, trying to make Lizzy feel bad about something felt too good to say anything else.

“I had wanted to keep some things private, but somebody took a picture of us bringing her home.” Yeah she wasn't going to let Lizzy get away with that without a jab or two, she'd caused a bigger headache than what was already happening, and Uzi was itching for some revenge, even if it was just light teasing.

“Oh come on! Like you wouldn't have done the same thing.” She snapped back, although she sounded less bratty than usual, although wether that was V's influence or the fact a baby was present was unclear.

“Snapped a picture, totally, blackmail is blackmail, immediately post it to every inbox in range… No.” She replied, not wanting this conversation to last much longer than it had to, she didn't particularly like Lizzy, her being a main source of her suffering for a long time.

She just needed to get that jab in.

Lizzy just scoffed, looking her up and down and crossing her arms as if searching for something, probably something else to mock her for, Uzi found herself rolling her eyes again, turning to walk away from her and the conversation before Lizzy started talking again.

“Sorry or whatever, I thought you were just babysitting or something. Didn't think it'd be a big deal.”

Holy Shit, was Lizzy apologizing?

“Uh.” Honestly Uzi wasn't sure how to respond, she'd wanted her to feel bad sure, but she wasn't sure if that was even possible, and she'd never in a million years think she'd be hearing Lizzy apologize.

“Yeah, sure.” Is what came defensively out of her mouth as she walked away, Tera blew a raspberry at Lizzy from the bag, giggling when she got pink hollow eyelights in return.

Okay, so maybe she could keep her edginess and still be motherly figure to Tera, that hadn't occurred to her as an option, a part of her thought she'd become a different person, and maybe she was around N and Tera behind closed doors, but here? She didn't feel soft, she felt like she always did, slightly bitter, like licorice.

She passed more drones on her way, some didn't seem to notice her which was absolutely fine with her, but some definitely did, stopping and staring at the neighborhood goth carrying around a giggling baby in a cute little purple swaddle.

She could understand why they were staring, it was quite the image, but it didn't mean she had to like it.

Tera on the other hand was loving the attention, each set of eyelights on her produced another laugh and some rolling that had Uzi holding the side of the bag so she wouldn't roll out onto the floor.

One drone was a little too obvious for Uzi's liking, staring at the bag like it would suddenly come to life and harm him.

“Hey! Stop staring and mind your business!” She turned to the guy, who immediately looked scared out of his mind, his purple eyelights hollowing as he nodded.

“Yes ma’am sorry!” He raised his hands before scampering away with his tail between his legs, if he had one, that is.

She smirked a little before moving on, it was a powerful feeling, to scare someone off, and it was satisfying as well, she didn't like the way he was looking at her baby.

She finally, finally reached where she wanted to be, well not wanted, she wanted to be anywhere else. But where she needed to be.

She knocked. Which was weird because it was her door, she had the key to get in whenever she wanted. But it still felt like the right thing to do at the moment, she heard shuffling from the other side of the heavy steel, great, her dad was home.

Her dad, the one who'd left her to die, the one who left her alone to cry herself to sleep after her mother died, the main reason her core had such heavy shielding protecting the softness inside. Why her first instinct to any problem was to yell at it, or turn to science to better choose violence.

She held a lot of resentment towards him, something she'd shown time and time again, a part of her wanting to hurt him the same way he'd been hurting her. But she could never bring herself to hate him, not when she did still have memories of him being a halfway decent father, holding her when she'd have nightmares, giving her piggyback rides, being the first one to teach her about mechanics, and give her her first toolset.

“Coming!” Khan shouted, he'd been drafting of some blueprints. Not of doors, but of something for N, if he wanted it.

A cap for his tail, made out of solid steel and form fitting, so it slid right over the needle, it was just a concept for now, he didn't have the exact measurements of his tail and he wasn't even sure N would want something like that, he seemed to have good control over it. But if Khan had a tail with a stinger, he'd want to make sure his infant daughter couldn't accidentally grab it, just to be safe.

So really it was gift for Tera, but, nonetheless.

He opened the door, surprised to see his daughter of all drones knocking, she never knocked, she lived here!

“Uzi? Why'd you knock? Did you lose your key?” He tilted his head in confusion before his eyes followed the strap of the baby bag, he blinked, and tiny purple eyelights blinked back.

“I-is that?” His voice almost immediately turned warbly, he didn't hadn't ever seen Tera before, he didn't realize how much she looked like his daughter, at least when she was also a pillbaby.

“That's Tera Dad, can I- can I come in?” Her voice sounded muted, not like the fiery rebellious drone he'd come to know as his daughter, he moved out of the way wordlessly, eyes still trained on the tiny droneling at her side.

She was giggling at him, rolling madly in an attempt to escape her confines, Uzi dipped her arm into the bag and lifted her up into her arms.

“Stop squirming Jellybean, or you're gonna fall.”

Tera was just happy for the attention attempting to roll more even though she was trapped in Uzi's hands. She sighed.

“Sorry, she has a lot of energy.” She smiled warily at her dad, who looked like his core had been ejected and thrown halfway across the room.

All he could see was his wife, the first month or two they had Uzi and she was a cryer, there were no moments of silence in the Doorman household, if Uzi was left alone for even a millisecond she'd begin to wail which meant either Nori or himself would have to be with her at all hours.

And Uzi shared her mother's stress lines, looking a little bit worn out but satisfied and happy, eye's shining with so much raw affection for the child in her arms that Khan knew, without another word spoken, that he had a granddaughter.

“That's quite alright dronelette…” He managed to force out the words, hopefully without sounding too strained, he wanted Uzi to feel comfortable enough to talk to him, to tell him things. Even if she thought he didn't like it.

And a part of him didn't, she was 18, not quite even an adult yet but her birthday was coming up soon. And dammit she was still his daughter, watching her grow up this much in such a little amount of time was harrowing, and only reminded him of how much he'd missed while wallowing in his grief.

Another part of him was almost giddy, a granddaughter, a granddaughter, it was honestly something he never even hoped to have, Uzi had never been one to make freinds, much less romantic connections.

“Yeah- uh, this is Tera, N's daughter.” She repeated, obviously nervous and tired. Khan wondered if N looked equally run down. And if perhaps Tera was the same level of clingy Uzi had been.

“I wanted you to meet her, since I've been spending so much time with the both of them…”

He could only bring himself to smile and nod, but wanted to freeze as Uzi came toward him and outstretched her arms, he clumsily stepped forward and took the tiny droneling into his arms, core stopping for a moment.

“She learns names pretty quick, oh, and she's a hugger, so uh, beware.” She warned, still seemingly nervous, he was sure he'd know exactly why soon, although he had a feeling he might already know.

Khan looked down at the baby, which felt like lead in his hands as she smiled up at him, weirdly silent considering all the babbling he'd just heard.

“Tera, this is Khan.” Uzi spoke softly to the baby, standing beside her father as he looked like he was about keel over. “He's my dad.”

Tera's smile grew bigger, although she didn't attempt to say his name, perhaps more than a single letter was too much for her. Instead she blew a goofy raspberry, rolling around in his arms for a moment before rolling into him, giving him a hug.

Tears sprung up in his eyes as something in his core snapped, he held her closely, and a sniffle escaped his voice box before he could stop himself.

“Dad?” Uzi sounded slightly worried for him, she'd known he'd might have some kind of reaction to seeing Tera, but this was a little more then she'd expected.

“I-I'm alright! I just-” He blinked away the tears and tried to steel himself, thoughts running a mile a minute. “I see why you warned me. Hah…”

“Yeah… you should have seen V, you could see the exact second her core melted.” Khan only could nod, the droneling now pressed up against him made a chirping noise, happy and content at any love given to her.

“But ah…that's uh, not the only reason I came here, just to… introduce you to a droneling that… that you're not gonna see often. You are gonna see her often, A-at least I hope you do, C-cause she's not just N's… she's-she's mine… too.” She rambled and sputtered as she tried to find the words to say, Khan felt himself smiling as she continued, she was expressing a want to have him around, that he wouldn't be mad. That'd he'd want to be-

“She's your granddaughter… dad.” She finished, looking more stressed then ever, like he could ever possibly tell her that he didn't want to be in her life anymore.

He winced as he remembered all the times he did indirectly. Leaving her alone so he could throw himself into another project, neglecting the one person he still had as family simply because she looked too much like Nori to look in the eye.

And she really looked like her now.

He looked back down at Tera, at his granddaughter, and felt himself begin to tear up again. She was smiling at him, babbling and cooing up at him as he launched forward and hugged his daughter with all his might.

He felt her tense, then, thankfully, she relaxed, mindful of the child as she curled up in his arms much like she did when she was little, and she'd needed comfort from a nightmare. He felt her visor press against his chest, breathing shaky, like she herself was about to cry.

How could he have left her, how? What kind of parent was he that he left his own daughter? What kind of man?

And how could she have ever forgiven him? He knew he could never forgive himself.

“I'm sorry dronelette, I'm so so sorry.” He cracked out, petting her hair, he felt some kind of pressure on his back, her hand most likely, and she almost laughed, though it sounded pained.

“I'm still… so angry at you.” She admitted, slowly, though not pulling away. And he felt more pained steel settle in his core, he deserved this… whatever she needed to say. If she needed curse at him, to hit him even, he'd deserve it, although he hoped she wouldn't in front of Tera.

“But I missed you more.”

And thats all it took for them both to sob like newborns, her face burying into his shoulder as she let years worth of coiled pain escape her, despite all she'd done, how much she'd grown, she was still 18, still much a kid herself.

And they remained like that for some time, at least until Tera got uncomfortable being sandwiched between them and began to fuss, which finally ended the long overdue hug between father and daughter.

“H-here, give her to me.” She stammered out, either slightly embarrassed or still a little emotional, and Khan did as he was told, handing daughter back to mother.

She rocked her until she stopped fussing, and Khan led them both to the couch with his hand, still recovering himself.

She flopped on the couch like she carried the entire weight of the world on her shoulders, Tera held gingerly until she was placed between them do she could freely roll around, which she did happily.

“I'm assuming that means N is my son in law now?” He chuckled out, trying to lighten the somewhat oppressive mood that had settled over them. She blushed heavily, sputtering out a surprised response.

“We're not- he's- uh… He's my… boyfriend now yeah.”

He laughed, even though he saw it coming a mile away, he thought he might be more upset about it then he was, but N had more than proven Uzi was his priority, even over himself at times.

“And you need help moving your stuff out?” He continued, smiling through the small amount of pain the thought caused him, she was growing up, but if that hug had shown him anything, she still needed her dad, and he couldn't ignore that, he wouldn't, not anymore.

Next ->

[icaruskey]

I need DunMeshi fans to understand how you can use statistics to bias your audience in a specific way. For example, take a look at the gender pairings on AO3:

Oh no! This show about sapphic women has a lot more mlm fics! The entire fandom is missing the point!

But wait, let's actually break down the ships a bit to see what's what.

Oh! Farcille has over 100 more fics than the next top ship!

How many fics are there anyway; what's the pool size we're looking at?

24.8% of fics total are Farcille, who also makes up 88.7% of the wlw tag. Looking at the pairing statistics is a very small piece of the puzzle.

Okay now I have a new question for myself, and that's why is it the multiplicity of mlm ends up being more than wlw considering the powerhouse that Farcille is? So... let's look at a character list. Gonna use the fandom wiki for this, so there is a bias there, but hopefully it has gathered all the named characters from the anime and manga.

Women: 28 Men: 30

Oh how odd. I was expecting there to be more male characters overall than female, but here we are almost equal from that list. But... let's take something into consideration: a great chunk of our female characters are part of Toshiro's party or of the Canaries, both of which are either incredibly new or yet to be introduced. We've also included Chilchuck's family, which I'm 50/50 on if they should be included. And to be fair, we should also remove Senshi's mining party, so let's see what changes then.

Women: 15 (with Izutsumi and the Tims)/9 (without) Men: 22 (with Yaad's folks)/13 (without)

This isn't a perfect system since we're still including characters that haven't been seen in the anime yet and/or be someone to catch a writer's eye, but you can see with the "withouts" up there, where I tried to trim it to anime only and popular characters (ie Mithrun), we have a slight bias towards the male characters.

And when you look at the main roles

Women: Daya, Falin, Izutsumi, Kiki, Leed, Marcille, Namari, Rin, Tade Men: Holm, Kabru, Kaka, Kuro, Laios, Mickbell, Mithrun, Senshi, Toshiro, Thistle, Yaad

Orange means not properly introduced but still fairly popular Purple means has had gender confusion

Here we go, now we're seeing it.

There are simply more men in larger roles here than women.

There's still far more to unpack here, including yes, a bias towards mlm slash, but for the most part it's just.

Use your thinking caps guys. Don't just blindly believe a screenshot that says x.

[lixiesbrowniess]

hi lixie!! 💗 i have a request, a one shot with neteyam x omatikaya! reader smut where other na’vi men are trying to court reader and neteyam gets jealous and he shows the reader only he can please them

Oneshot: The Forest Singer

Neteyam x fem!omaticaya!reader

Words count:

Warnings: nsfw, p in v, aged up characters 18+, gentle sex, Dom/Sub dynamic, penetration, horny stuff, cursing, jealousy sex, sexual attraction, sexual tension, [In this oneshot the Sully never had to leave the Omaticaya people]

Aged up to 22 (reader is 24)

Na'vi vocabulary: Skxawng: moron, Mawey: calm down, Tìyawn: love, Tsaheylu: act of connecting na'vi braids

Plot: You're Tsu'tey's only daughter, your mother was in poor health and she died when you were two years old. After your dad died Ninat decided to adopted you and taught you her singing. You are friend with the Sullys and you are two years older than their first child.

Synopsis: Neteyam has a crush on y/n since he was 17. Now he's 22 and you are 24 the right age to find a mate a lot of men desired you and they started to court you. But someone in the shadows si very jealous about you.

A/N: YES I KNOW IT'S BEEN A WHOLE LIFE. BUT HERE I HAVE SOME FOOOD!!!! Hope you'll like it i finally have some will to write. No promises but ill keep up. @le3n4a-23 helped me with the plot <33

Follow the don't like don't read rule please - minors DNI

The forests sound awere fascinating at dusk, plenty of atokirina' were fluttering around you. You sang for them, sitting in the dark on a tree as you pondered over the fact you were at age to find a mate, still you weren't interested in any of the suitors you had. Singing always helped with her thoughts, and the forest melody accompanied you through it.

She heard a sudden crackling on the tree behind her. She stopped singing and got up. "Who's there?" Your ears flattened nose scrunching. Your eyes softened while you reconized the silhouette when he got up.

"Neteyam... you kinda scared me, you know. " You chuckled slightly and came down from the tree waiting before Neteyam came down too.

"What's wrong? You seem a bit off" you murmurs, tilting your head to the side, searching for his gaze. On the other side, Neteyam was looking directly at the ground with an annoyed-like glance, a purple blush all over his defined cheeks. Yeah, he's totally a grown-up now, you thought. He was towering over you completely filling the 2 year gap that separated them.

"Y/n. I need to tell you something..." he stopped, biting his lower lip lightly, you aimed at him waiting for the end of the sentence, but instead you were surprised as he bent down to your height, his eyes meeting yours, he stayed there for a moment before sealing your lips with an hungry kiss.

You were astonished for a minute before you eventually gave in, even tho you weren't expecting Neteyam to actually propose himself as your mate. At least thay seemed what he was doing... right?

He pushed you against the tree behind you, as his lips explore your neck and ears, his pointed teeth grazing lightly over your sensitive ears, you exhaled shivers running down your spine. "They don't deserve you Y/n, only I can properly satisfy you" he murmurs against your neck before biting down gently, his voice low but a but trembly. A note of jealousy could be sensed.

You lightly smiled before your hands were onto his face, cupping his cheeks, "Tìyawn..." you whisper looking at him in the eyes smiling. You pulled him down kissing his lips once more. Maybe she was wrong. There was in fact someone who struck her fancy.

You held your arms around Neteyam's neck keeping your bodies close, you could sense he was serious about this, his hands onto your back and waist, constantly moving up and down as if he wanted tou touch every inch of your body within seconds.

You caressed his braids causing him to sigh happily. He lift you up letting your legs around his waist, you were surprised once again when he tapped onto your thighs as a signal to let go. Confused you let your legs down from his waist, only to gasp as he lifted you to his face, leaving your legs onto his shoulders and your heat to his face. "Neteyam what.." he shut you up exhaling directly onto your core sending shivers down your spine and legs.

"See? You're mine" he whispers before he dived into your core, his tongue tracing your slit before letting his muscle inside your velvety walls. You moaned at the sudden and intense pleasure, your hands tight to his hair holding for dear life. He moved his tongue, thrusting it inside you and twirling it hitting every right spot that made your legs slightly convulse.

You felt a intense heath approaching fast, but it was tore from you the moment you were about to let go, he pulled you down to his waist, your legs wrapping around it. He licked his lips before kissing you again while he lined his hardened shaft to your entrance, slowly pushing inside you.

You whimper as he sets inch by inch inside you, letting you adjust, looking directly at your face contorted in pleasure. "Neteyam..." you moaned as he was finally fully inside you. He started moving, thrusting his hips back and forth, slowly but deeply, snapping against yours at a moderate rhythm. He groaned as he kept going desperately as the feeling of you making him feel drunk.

He drowned into your sounds, music to his ears, as he kept pushing himself to get deeper. Your hand gripped his queue, pulling it closer. "Tsaheylu..." you murmured as you got closer to your climax. He looked at you, searching for your eyes. "Y/n..." as you looked at him into his eyes and pulled your own queue as the terminal part wriggles, searching for the other.

Neteyam doesn't hesitate, taking his own queue bringing it closer to yours, letting them intertwine, you both let out a soft moan, the pleasure doubles, both your pupil's dilated as you arch your back, your eyes closing, he hits the perfect spot causing you finally reach your high coming undone feeling the profound bond between you two.

He keeps thrusting for a couple of times before erupting inside you, his pleasure felt into your bones thanks to the tsaheylu. "You're mine and mine only, and I won't hesitate to show you again" he lowly growled into your ear "no doubt Ma'Teyam" you answer before kissing him once more and enjoy the light blush on his skin.

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[ramennoodlezzzao3]

No-Power’s Umbrella Academy AU Headcanons (Fic is set in 2021)

- [ ] Age Order from oldest to youngest: Luther, Diego, Allison, Klaus, Ben, Vanya/Viktor, Five (28, 26, 25, 23, 22, 20, 16)

- [ ] Reginald is TERRIBLE with news, good or bad. Everytime he tells somebody something they leave totally confused.

- [ ] Reginald is a Lawyer.

- [ ] Grace can’t have kids, that’s why they adopted. (she’s not a robot)

- [ ] Grace is a stay-at-home mom and kinda acts like Mrs. Wheeler from Stranger Things

- [ ] Luther is a scientist and works at NASA as an assistant.

- [ ] Luther HATES tomatoes. Idk, he just kinda looks like he would.

- [ ] Diego is still a cop, but he’s actually a good one.

- [ ] Diego will drink coffee to seem tough but he enjoys tea more (his favorite is Earl Gray)

- [ ] Allison still an actor and still has a daughter, but she named her Elizabeth (After her great-grandmother) and Allison’s husband died in a car crash when Elizabeth was three.

- [ ] Allison bakes a TON of sweets with her daughter and sends them out to her family as Christmas or birthday gifts (Five loves them and always calls Beth to thank her)

- [ ] Klaus drinks A LOT but he doesn’t do drugs and is actually a yoga instructor (He does Tarrot readings on the Hush-Hush because he’s a fraud)

- [ ] Klaus LOVES to spend time with his siblings. He’s at every family gathering, birthday, and holiday even. Sometimes, if he misses them enough, he’ll just show up and spend a week or two there.

- [ ] Ben is a kindergarten teacher. He’s always LOVED kids, he absolutely adores them, he thinks they are the cutest and purest things ever. He’s actually one of the many reasons they adopted Five. (Buddy just REALLY wanted a little sibling to raise and play with because Vanya was only a year younger than him)

- [ ] Ben, for some reason, is naturally good at fighting. Like, Diego was scared when Ben asked to train with him and he got a mouthful of kneecap within the first thirty seconds.

- [ ] Vanya can play almost every instrument, she just enjoys the Violin the most. She teaches Violin and Piano lessons at the same school Ben does.

- [ ] Vanya buys herself little trinkets and gets all giddy because she thinks they’re cute.

- [ ] Five is a student in highschool and is VERY SMART. He had the opportunity to skip a grade -and still does- but he declined. He hated being the youngest in his family -He gets babied too much lol- and he thought it’d be hell to be the youngest in his classes too.

- [ ] Five is allergic to peanuts. Like, HIGHLY allergic to peanuts so much to the point where he carries two EpiPens and his own water bottle to not chance anything.

- [ ] Fives real name is Max, Maxson Hargreeves, but GOD does he absolutely hate it. He goes by Five because it was his siblings nickname for him when he was younger. (His birthday is 5/5/05)

- [ ] Diego is tremendously good at cooking and sings while he does it. Not hum, he fully sings as if he’s Mariah Carey.

- [ ] Klaus is obsessed with kimonos…nobody knows why, but if you catch him on the right day he’ll just be fully decked out with his hair pulled up in a sparkly purple kimono.

- [ ] Ben is a total lightweight. Buddy could smoke a cigarette and it’d have the same effect of smoking weed.

- [ ] Allison hates the feeling of fur or fuzzy things. Fuzzy slippers? Nope. Socks? Nada. Blankets? Definitely not. She prefers heavyweight blankets and tight clothing.

- [ ] Allison doesn’t braid her hair, it gets all knotted and takes forever to detangle.

- [ ] Luther can do top-tier voice impressions, it’s actually terrifying how good he’d be trying to catfish someone.

- [ ] Vanya rarely ever wears makeup. She instead uses her hair as a way to boost her confidence so she styles it every now and then.

[irrevocableloves]

violent delights

twilight rewrite! edward cullen x fem!witch!reader

chapter one: the city of forks welcomes you

masterlist ౨ৎ chapter two

summary: y/n swan has lived in forks all of her life, but when she takes her summer-long vacation to california to visit her mother, she returns to a strange new family accompanying her small town.

warnings: swearing, angst

words: 1.8k

a/n: this has been in my drafts for so so long and tbh i haven't written a fanfic since i was 12... and i'm fr 22, but i've ran out of twilight fanfics to read (i've been waiting weeks for one specific one to update and i'm going crazy)... so anyways !! hope you enjoy !!

Opening my eyes, I was greeted with the trees of Forks, Washington. After an almost four hour drive, I could sense that I was nearing my home as the city was nowhere to be found. Instead it was replaced with deep green trees, dim skies, and the small shops that swept by as my dad drove.

I liked Forks, more than I probably should. Everyone here, mostly the kids, sulked about big bright cities where the sun would actually make an appearance. They longed for the liveliness that Forks had never given them.

But me? I secretly adored the quietness of it all. But of course, I had a disadvantage. Every summer I bathed in the sun rays of California, visited the busy cities, the warm beaches, and the overall liveliness that was craved from everyone else. But I was drained. Normally, it would be the opposite from any other person, but I always loved the cold. Ever since I was a kid, my little brain was wired to believe that Forks was almost like Christmas every single day of the year. So, rain, snow, or even ice (even with the ungodly amount of times I've slipped) never had me in too big of a rut.

With my mom back in California, though I loved her to death, was an absolute headache most of the time. And unlike my dad, she hovered. But, it wasn't her fault. The summer is the only time she had me, the rest were reserved with Charlie, which had resulted in this summer's mishaps: she begged me to stay longer. One would think that school would be an easy get out, but she knew the first month was nothing but dry introductions, syllabi, and effortless assignments. It was partly my fault. I was never one to turn her down, perhaps it was guilt because maybe she and I felt deep down that I favored my father more because who could ever turn down a chance to live in the perfect bustling city of San Francisco over Forks.

So I stayed. But now, it's the beginning of October. Thankfully, I was able to get in contact with the school in order to get all of my classes in order, as well as the help of my best friend, Angela, who emailed me all of the assignments. Jessica on the other hand, filled me in on all of the gossip. Her phone calls consisted of talks about her massive crush on Mike as well as the new and "totally weird" (as Jessica put it) family. "Suuupperrr pale, but weirdly GORGEOUS. I mean this Edward guy, he's wow. I swear if Mike doesn't make a move soon... I wonder if I could make him jealous?" The conversations were mostly one-sided, always either complaining about Mike's obliviousness or never catching that new guy's attention.

Now that I knew I was caught up on everything to do with school, all I wanted was to bury myself in bed and prepare for an alarm that hasn't been set in months.

I awoke to the sound of a car honking outside my window, assuming it was nothing, I settled back into my pillows, throwing my purple duvet back over your head for hopefully another thirty minutes of sleep.

"Y/N/N!" I heard my dad's voice accompanied by one of his famously loud whistles from outside of my window. That's when I finally got up and peered over with squinting eyes to see my father coming out of a car that most definitely wasn't his squad car.

Once my vision settled, I saw a green Volkswagen beetle parked in the driveway. No fucking way. I sprinted down the stairs and flung the front door open to see my father with a wide grin, gesturing the keys in front of my face.

"For me? You're joking?" I said in complete shock.

"You want me to be joking? Cause if so I can just bring this right back to Billy and let him sell it to some other geezer."

"No! No! No! I mean... Thank you, dad. Oh my god, how did you guys even find this?"

"Well, consider it a late birthday present. Billy and Jacob found it back in May for your birthday and decided to fix it up for ya, free of charge, but I paid 'em of course."

"Thanks dad and how about we invite Billy and Jacob over sometime and I'll cook? As a thank you?"

"You bet."

Once I parked in front of the school, my group of friends welcomed me with open arms, with Angela and Jessica squealing about how much they missed you and the boys, mostly just Mike, trying to awkwardly hug me.

I knew Mike had a crush on me, since third grade to be exact, which only made it worse for my friendship with Jessica, which made it worse for Lauren, Jessica's bestest friend to have an even better reason to despise me.

The first four classes: English, Government, Trigonometry, and French were surprisingly a breeze thanks to the assignments either Angela or the teachers sent over while I was away.

While at lunch, a new, unfamiliar bunch emerged from the cafeteria doors. They were beautiful... and also extremely pale even for Forks. So, this was the family Jessica was practically drooling over?

"Who are they?" I questioned anyways.

Jessica leans in, being careful to whisper, "It's the family I was telling you about. Dr. and Mrs. Cullen's foster kids. They all moved down here from Alaska like last month."

I studied the first girl who walked in, bleached blonde hair, almost black eyes that were almost unsettling, she wore a thin grey coat and a knitted white scarf that matched her icy skin, and a necklace with a large charm that looked to be a family crest of some sort.

"The blonde girl, Rosalie, and the big dark-haired guy, Emmett..." Jessica continued.

More of the family gathered in slowly, the blonde was linking hands with a man with jet black hair, with the same family crest residing on his wrist.

"... they're a thing. I'm not even sure that's legal." Jessica grimaced.

Angela piped in, "Jess, they're not actually related."

"But they live together and all wear that weird creepy crest like some sort of cult. And the little dark haired girl, Alice, she's really weird..."

Despite Jessica's remarks, Alice was the one who caught my eye the most so far and not in a negative way. She reminded me of a fairy almost with her pixie-like hair cut, her style, and the way she carried herself, which was pretty whimsical in a way. Her arms were locked with a man beside her, bleached blonde just as Rosalie was.

"... she's with Jasper, the blonde who looks like he's in pain" Jessica continued on, "I mean, Dr. Cullen's like this foster dad slash match maker."

"Maybe he'll adopt me." Angela giggled.

The last Cullen to enter, I assumed it was Edward, the man Jessica claimed to be weirdly gorgeous and 'wow'. 'Wow' was the perfect word to explain how I felt as he strode down the cafeteria. I couldn't keep your eyes off of him, even as he went past your table, I was oddly captivated by his presence. He had a lanky body, matched with the same pale skin as his siblings, bronze hair and striking smirk. You could've sworn he heard Jessica's whispered remarks from across the cafeteria.

"He's totally gorgeous, obviously. But apparently, no one here is good enough for him. Like I care." She does. "Anyway, don't waste your time."

"I wasn't planning on it." I looked away before his eyes could find mine and once I did, I felt as if holes were practically burned at the back of my head. Was he staring?

Out of curiosity, I peered over my shoulder, quickly glancing, seeing his eyes on mine and quickly turning my eyes back, slowly hiding behind my hair.

Before I walked into Biology, I shuffled through my backpack to look for the assignments I'd done in your time away, settling them in my hands as I walked through the door.

Greeting Mr. Banner, I handed him my completed assignments that were neatly put together with a paper clip.

"Finally nice to see you Miss Y/L/N, how was your summer?" Being great at biology put you at an advantage, not only for assignments, but because Mr. Banner didn't question much about my month long disappearance, but I couldn't say the same about PE...

"It was good, thank you."

"Well that's great, I'm glad! And I appreciate your completed assignments, not even people attending have it all quite done like you have!" He rambled. "So! Your seat... There's a seating chart, but there should be an empty seat I left for you...,yes! Right there, next to Mr. Cullen." Mr. Banner pointed to the right side of the classroom to the seat next to the Cullen boy.

Edward's eyes once again felt as if they burned through my own, staring at me as if you had wronged him in some way. The hatred in his eyes was well aware, but for what reason?

With each step I took, the more disgust in his features appeared, almost as if he was holding his breath. Did I stink or something? I attempted not to smell myself to see if perhaps I had raging body odor or even a bad breath that radiated from across the classroom. No one else seemed to have an issue besides him.

Once I was sat, I heard him mutter into a cough, but I only made eye contact with his beading black eyes and said nothing at all. He only pushed the microscope towards me slowly, being careful to not come any closer to me as if he would catch something.

I sighed loudly, making my annoyance well known. He only just tensed.

Throughout the entirety of the class, the tension continued. I even considered going up to Mr. Banner and asking to switch seats with someone, but that only sparked the possibility of Mike forcing Eric to switch seats and I honestly couldn't figure out which would be worse. So, I decided to suffer through the entire hour and perhaps learn to suffer the entire year partnered with a man who could hardly even look me in the eye without being utterly disgusted.

At first I was hurt, but the hurt swiftly turned into annoyance once the partner sessions began. He didn't even consult with me, rather he just scribbled as fast as he could, only of what he was able to see through the microscope, only handing it to me after to check his answers. All correct, surprisingly.

Staring at the clock, I was counting down the time until the bell. Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Edward had gotten up, practically running out of the classroom before the bell had officially rung.

next chapter

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[superhero--imagines]

Part 1 Here! / Part 2 Here! /Part 3 Here! / Part 4 Here! / Part 5 Here! / Part 6 Here! / Part 7 Here! / Part 8 Here! / Part 9 Here! / Part 10 Here! / Part 11 Here! / Part 12 Here! /Part 13 Here! / Part 14 Here! / Part 15 Here! / Part 16 Here ! / Part 17 Here! / Part 18 Here! / Part 19 Here! / Part 20 here! / Part 21 Here! / Part 22 Here! / Part 23 Here! <This is Part 24!>

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A/N :Okay, I think you've been waiting for this one! Hopefully it’ll take my mind of the fact that we were all simping for a person that takes the cringeat nudes

* This is bad

* This is really, really bad

* You watch Ares — Kronos now— in full possession of his body, two inky black voids staring back at you, mouth quirked up in a sadistic grin.

* Your hand tightens around your scepter, eyes flicking to Annabeth, Percy and Grover

* ‘Right now the priority is protecting the children.’

* You tap the ground twice, concentrating on space and time itself wrapping around you ementating a force field, you watch the familiar purple hue begin to take shape, electricity whirring, but before it can reach its crescendo, Kronos waves it’s hand and immediately the field disappears.

* ‘What?’

* “You dare use my own powers against me child?”

* Of course, Kronos was the titan of space and time, your powers won’t work on him.

* And your despair…is nothing compared to what he’s endured, to be cut into tiny pieces at the hands of your own children.

* ‘Hades.’

* But before you can kneel you’re pushed into the ocean, off of your home turf, and ankle deep into unfamiliar land.

* “And there will be no hitting the ground thrice, this is between you and I godling.” He hisses, roaming over you with a keen eye. “You’re just a godling, but I can smell it—the powers of fertility course through your veins.” He licks his lip, as if he’s already imagining devouring you whole.

* ‘What can I do in this situation? Annabeth? No, she’s only got that knife, Grover? No, he only has tin cans and they’re all gone anyway, Percy—‘

* Yes, Percy is the right option. He has a good weapon, and he’s talented too, the sea is his home turf and in the original he beat Ares.

* ‘But even so he’s no match for Kronos.’

* He’s only a twelve year old boy, he needs more time to develop into a hero.

* ‘But I can give him power.’

* A fertility god can grant someone the right to tap into their power, a near limitless supply. You could give that to Percy-

* “Why should you sacrifice yourself for someone else?” A voice whispers in your ear, snapping you out of your thoughts.

* Goosebumps rise down your spine and along your arms.

* “And why should you run from battle?” Another voice calls, you recognize this voice.

* ‘It’s Persephone's voice.’

* “Look at him child, look how he trembles. He needs you, to stay in that body, he’s still not strong enough to inhabit a god’s body while his soul is in Tartarus.” She whispers.

* And sure enough, Kronos is heaving, he has a cocky expression on his face, but you can see the strain across his face.

* ‘He can’t keep this up for much longer.’

* “Descendant of the gods, close your eyes and borrow our power.”

* ‘Well I’m screwed either way.’

* You close your eyes, and for a moment there’s total darkness, and then all at once four eyes open in front of you.

* Green. Purple. Gold. Pink. And Red.

* Staring at you as if appraising you on a pedestal, and then there’s a sound.

* It feels like the howl of wind, the sound of a box unlocking, and the sound of a bird chirping.

* You open your eyes, your body encased in a blue sheen.

* “Aren’t you tired of bending to the will of the gods little godling?”

* ‘I’m tired of you disrupting my sleep for three years.’

* You feel flowers grow out of your skin, encasing your arm, but it doesn’t hurt.

* “Don’t you want your revenge—“

* You raise your hand, the ground beneath him automatically raising as well, as large as any cliff.

* “—you could join me—“

* ‘First he was going to swallow me whole, and now it’s that I can join him huh?’

* You swipe your hand to the side, opening dozens of portals, a bright blue light leaves your scepter traveling through the portals and striking Kronos.

* “—we could rule Olympus together—‘

* ‘The jerk is still talking.’

* You twirl your scepter, transforming it into a bow and arrow.

* “—you will regret this!”

* “Shut the hell up!” The words leave your mouth like a siren’s screech, ichor curling out of his ear as he winces.

* You aim your arrow for his heart and shoot.

* The arrow becomes engulfed in blue light, like a blazing inferno, like—

* ‘It looks like hell fire.’

* There’s a scream and you avert your eyes as Kronos reveals his true form, when he’s gone Ares is left behind.

* Simultaneously whatever power you felt rush into your veins is now gone, leaving a very sore, fourteen year old behind.

* You wade through the water, holding a bleeding and fatigued Ares in your arms.

* “Wh-where am I?” A cough rips through him and you shush him.

* “It’s fine, I’m here now.” Golden light emanates from your hands, and you watch his wounds begin to close.

* “Well who would have thought.” He mumbles to himself.

* “So are you free later tonight?”

* “I’m fourteen you freak.” He gives you a toothy grin.

* “Give me a call in ten years then?”

* Before you can ask if he can get the hell out of here and to Olympus he’s gone in a crack of thunder. Disintegrated to dust before reorganizing into golden light.

* That looks familiar.

* You turn to them, to the two shocked children and the satyr who are staring at you with slack jaws.

* They want answers.

* ‘Well damn, me too. What the hell was that?’

* Before you can organize a single thought, you’re surrounded by policeman.

* ‘Well shit.’

A/N: And that was the soft end of the second arc, I hope you guys liked it! There's a few more parts until the hard end, and I think I have a few more spots on the tag list for anyone interested!

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[lunachy]

Did this math and posted on discord servers, but figured might as well reorganize it and post here too, for anyone who wants this information.

Amount of pulls that can be earned from after Wiš'adel to the end of Decadenza banner

This is assuming 6 months from now, minus two weeks cause I'll be assuming people are spending everything they get during the event on the Wiš'adel/Logos banner. This also means will be ignoring most things from the 5th Anniversary event.

Im 90% sure my math is correct, and I got everything that would be available. If noticing anything I've missed, please let me know.

Orundum

22 weeks of weekly annihilation: 39,600 total orundum

I am unsure on when we'll get new rotating annihilations, so won't count them, but any new ones are an additional 1,500 orundum from rewards.

Monthly maintenance is 200 orundum usually, 1,200 total

600 monthly orundum from green cert, 3,000 total

Dug up login events rewards off the wiki from lone trail to before 5.5, total of 1,800 orundum

The summer event lottery tickets for 2 weeks, which has a range of 2,800 to 11,200 orundum depending on luck, which I will go with the absolute lowball to be safe

5th Anniversary is giving a free monthly card, which total 30 days of 200 orundum, though 17 days will be during now to the banner, so will go with 16 days for 3,200 orundum

Daily missions, which 176 days after wisadel till may 1st, which is 17,600 total

Weekly missions for 22 weeks, which is 11,000 total

This brings a total of 83,200 orundum;

which translates to 138 pulls

Headhunting Permits

8 events with 3x HH permit in the event shop, which is 24 HH

Note that Vignettes dont give headhunting permits, so A kazdelian rescue won't. However, the wiki doesn't show permits in the CCoWoV rerun? I will go with that in case it's true just to be safe.

5 HH permits from monthly from green cert shop and calendar, giving 25 HH, excluding november

49 total Headhunting permits

Originium Prime

(if you have done missions in rerunning events already, subtract from it accordingly)

Lone Trail rerun: 40

Path of Life: 29

Hortus De 3scapismo rerun: 29

A Kazdelian Rescue: 18

Inudi Harek, Horakhet: 38

So Long, Adele rerun: 40

Delicious on Terra: 25

Come Catastrophes or Wakes of Vultures rerun: 28

Ending a Grand Overture: 28

Totaling: 275 OP

OP is 180 orundum per piece, which translates to 49,500 orundum.

Which will then translate to 82 pulls.

Pulls gained from 5.5 Anniversary itself

OP: TBD, but i will assume 40, representing 7,200 orundum

3 HH permits from the event shop

Monthly green cert shop reset for may, 4 HH permits and 600 orundum

2 weeks of daily, weekly and annihilation missions, totaling 6,000 orundum

400 orundum from login event

24 total free pulls

Daily lottery orundum for 2 weeks, which like before has a range of 2,800 to 11,200 orundum depending on luck, so will continue to go with the lowball to be safe

Which istotal of 59 pulls

A grand total of 333 pulls minimum by the last day of decadenza banner

Factors thatll increase the amount:

The amount of new rotating missions in the 6 month period

If you have your own monthly card, which is 33,200 total if you do. This does not conflict with the special monthly card during 5th Anniversary

Spending yellow certs on headhunting permits, which can get you up to an additional 38 pulls a month if you get another yellow certs

Amount you get from daily orundum draws on limited banners

If CCoWoV rerun does actually have the 3 HH permits

Any additional gifts or maintenance from HG/Yostar

If you did participate in rerunning events, dont forget you'll get those purple certs depending on completing, which can be spent on a total of 2,000 orundum for 400 certs each rerun

Naturally, going back to episodes and past events to do extra and challenge mode missions

Pepe banner will have 24 free pulls, and Marcille will have 20 free pulls, to contribute to your math for pulling on either of those.

That should be everything! Hope this helps you plan out pulls!

[shefanispeculator]

Shefani from August 2021 - March 2024

1. Bought another plane (3 since 2016) and sold another plane (2 since 2016)

2. Updated Lodge again by adding/painting cabinets, a window in kitchen and a bar.

3. GB received a Hollywood Star of Fame

5. G launches GXVE Makeup

6. B releases 2 Seasons of Barmagedon with Carson. G appeared on both seasons.

7. GB do one more Season of the Voice together. Blake does last season of Voice, G does one season without B

7. B Fall Tour (21) and Winter/Spring 23 and 24

8. G Julie Andrews Tribute, Matrix Award, Hollywood Bowl

9. GB do numerous SB Events 22, 23,24

10. B opens Ole Red LV, total now 6

11. B at Numerous events, i.e. Scott H HOF

12. Family vacations Bahamas, Montana, and family outings so Nascar, Baseball and Football

13. GB at Opry

14. G does last LV residency leg

15 GB Release music and another duet Purple Irises.

16: GB add a greenhouse in OK

[silvertws]

Oh... you thought my hyperfixation was over didn't you ... WELL THINK AGAIN! >:D

Currently updated list of different Steve sagas I have watched or I'm currently watching:

1) LOTB (Legend of the Balancers) (first one I've come across, where it all started, thanks for the hyperfixation :D)

2) RR (Ruined Reality) (I'm not saying I have favourites but...)

3) Steve Saga (The one by EarthlyCrown)

4) Bedrock Rising

5) OQP (Ore Quest Prime)

6) Crimson Life Origins, (if anything happens to the triplets I'll throw hands, for legal reasons, this is a joke)

7) Fragmented Realities (AH-! I FINALLY FOUND IT AGAIN >:D),

8) A Dark Soul (ok maybe I slightly do have favourites)

9) Rainbow Quest, (sobs aggressively in Orange Rainbow Steve)

10) Steve Legends, (still sobbing over Seer and Colle? Yes.)

11) Twisted Rainbow, (I'm literally obsessed with Sabre's insane arc)

12) Before We Fell

13) Elemental Quest

14) Elemental Quest Air

15-16) Elemental Quest Commander (I put them as 15-16 because I watched both Air and Ocean povs)

17) The Dark Steve Saga (honestly??? Slay. I would too sell my soul to be the mc lol)

18) The First Saviour (I can totally see nothing will go wrong here, what?? Noooo definitely not going to have a traumatized mc)

19) Shattered Origins

20) Fragments

21) Alex Era (*sighs* I have given into the Darkside and went back to watching it)

22) Tale of the Spirit Walker (it was funky, I like funky)

23) Lost transfiguration (the mc naiveness is hurting me, also he's definitely being played by Plague, COME ON. IT'S LITERALLY PLAGUE.)

24) Steve World

24) Astral Origins

25) Elemental Rising. (You guys are evil)

Series that I'm unsure if I'll finish for...reasons

Steve Saga (yes, Sabre's one this time)

Purple Legends

Series that I want to watch:

Elemental Quest (oh yes, all of them, leave me be) and literally whatever else I can find >:3 your recommendations, hand them over.

Update: I watched them >:3

This should probably be my wake up call that I may be slightly obsessed over the funky Minecraft men, but whatever.

It's fine.

The Steve-verse is full of limitless possibilities.

I hate the fact that I have an idea for a storyline that I'm never going to make.

Pain.

Why do I do this to myself you may ask?

i.dont.know.

I just do.

If only I had the motivation to make some funky animations or animatics about the silly goofy traumatized Minecraft men.

Hand your motivation over. Now.

Oh... and another thing... I've watched... many, many Minecraft roleplays in my life... so.many. and let's not talk about the animated series??? Like hello?????? Some of them are just ✨ the urge to make fanart is strong.

But studying for two upcoming tests is stronger TwT

Back to make my brain explode I go.

[clockwise-works]

2, 13, 22, 26 🤷

2. Most popular piece?

As of now it's this one. I'm kinda surprised it's that one ngl, but ehhh, whuddayagonnado?

13. Talk about a WIP you like.

Ok so I'm someone who only works on one WIP at a time, so as of now I only have one in the works. I already shared a sneak peek in the Mipha Community (which you should totally join), but hey, let's talk about it.

I've been trying out this thing I saw where you make the tangent lines have some more depth when connecting with another line, and ngl I'm liking the effect! I also just really like how Mipha's ear fins flowing turned out and how her skirt looks!

Anyways here's a low res look!

22. Do you have a favorite color palate to work with?

Yeah, I think so! I've done a good amount of art pieces set at night or sunset, because I absolutely love the use of darker blues, purples, and the occasional red. I also think the night pieces turn out better then the day ones, simply because the piece isn't as dependent on the lighting looking good you know?

26. What do you physically draw with?

When doing digital art I use my Surface Pro 8 and the Surface Pen that came with it. I absolutely love it, I think its a fantastic tablet for either artists or designers, especially if your career field or aspiring career field requires something of that caliber. Before that I used a Samsung Tab 6, and if your looking into an intro drawing tablet that's what I would recommend.

I don't draw traditionally nearly as much as digital, but when I do I use the standard pencil, then ink pen line work, and some caliart brush markers!

[craftypeaceturtle]

Something stupid...

I recently rewatched tmnt 2012 and thought... wow, there's loads of fully rendered and designed shops in the background. Has anyone ever listed them all for reference?

I didn't even check the fandom wikia so maybe someone has. But hey ho. I've done it now.

So here's all the shops and comics shown in the TMNT 2012 series, for your reference fellow writers and other insane people.

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Comic books seen throughout the series:

'From the Sewer' (S1 E1, 08:09)

'Martial Pain' (S1 E4, 09:00)

'Famous Creatures of […] Town' (S1 E7, 22:49) **couldn't make out one of the words, sorry!

'Corps Cadares: The Dead Will Save the Earth' (S1 E11, 04:08)

'The Timely Times' (S1 E20, 09:43)

'Diabolical Dead' (S1 E20, 09:43)

'Barbarian' (S1 E20, 09:43)

'Space Heroes' (S1 E23, 10:08) -- Leo collects.

'Tales from the Cosmos' (S2 E2, 00:46)

'Dude' (S2 E4, 10:04)

'Modern Ninja Magazine' (S2 E7, 00:50) --Raph collects.

'Shock Techno' (S2 E10, 00:19)

'Weekly Weird News' (S2 E14, 28:17)

'Green with Envy' (S2 E16, 10:17)

'Split' (S3 E5, 05:45)

'Wingnut' (S4 E19, 00:12)

'Arachnid Man' (S4 E19, 00:27)

'Superb Man' (verbal, not physically shown- S4 E19, 00:29)

'Fantastic Four Food Groups' (S4 E19, 00:31) --heavily associated with Raph.

'Dracula's Castle' (S5 E17, 07:19) -- heavily associated with Mikey.

'Vampire Hunter' (S5 E17, 07:18) --heavily associated with Mikey.

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Shops seen throughout the series: Book Store (S1 E1, 10:28)

Second Time About (S1 E1, 13:21) -- April stayed with her Aunt above this shop.

Vlad's Repo Depot (S1 E1, 19:31)

Kingfisher Antique/Rare Buy.Sell Jewelry (S1 E1, 21:30)

Fortune Cookie (S1 E3, 14:32) --Purple Dragon base

Rock Bottom Boxing Club (S1 E4, 10:27)

Old Chinatown Tattoo Company (S1 E4, 10:27)

Downtown Athletic Club (S1 E4, 16:08)

Futua-noid Electronics (S1 E5, 17:38)

Pet Supplies (S1 E5, 17:38) -- right next to an alleyway, so I would guess that this the pet store the turtles were bought from.

Mad Wax Records (S1 E5, 17:46)

Everything Store (S1 E5, 17:47)

Dim Sum Then Sum (S1 E7, 12:24)

Laundromat (S1 E7, 13:03)

The Olympia Diner (S1 E8, 02:35)

Tidal Wave Fresh Fish (S1 E8 09:24)

Balzac Chateau du Beuf (S1 E9, 00:32)

Pocket full of Rosies (S1 E9, 00:43)

Wolf Hotel (S1 E9, 13:48) --first met Shredder.

Chinese Herbs and Health (S1 E10, 15:28)

Antonio's Pizza-Rama (S1 E13, 04:53)

Produce City (S1 E16)

(Closed down) Maramba … Shop (S1 E14, 00:35)

Chilly Chillkins Refrigeration company (S1 E14, 21:03)

Roosevelt High School (S1 E15, 09:05)

Comics (S1 E15, 09:05)

Worldwide Genome Project (WGP) (S1 E15, 15:13) --used as Kraang base.

Sweet Dreams Ice Cream (S1 E17 00:27)

Madam Alahazam Fortune Teller (S1 E17 00:27)

Wam-Bam-Pow Comics (S1 E17 00:25)

D.W Yatt Apothecary Est.1875 (S1 E16)

Magic Middleton's Tricks and Costumes (S1 E21, 13:09)

Ziga's Transmission Allignment Collision Tune-Up Autobody (S1 E24, 11:46) --used as Kraang base.

Argosy Theatre (S2 E1, 01:19)

Newstand (S2 E4, 10:04)

Midtown Ice Rink (S2 E6, 06:29)

Barber Shop (S2 E8, 00:11)

Lox Schmear & Java (S2 E19, 17:21)

Bernie's General (S3 E5, 04:44)

Comet Cleaners (S3 E11, 03:29)

Play Pier (S3 E11, 09:03)

Auman Chemicals (S3 E14, 14:53)

Channel 6 (S4 E10, 07:40)

AMAS: Allied Martial Arts Supply (S4 E15, 13:24) -- Used to hold Shredder/Foot Clan's weapons.

Cowabunga Skates (S4 E17, 05:20)

Run Jump Kick (S4 E17, 05:20)

Dell Abate Ristorante (S4 E18, 06:25) -- Don Vizioso's restaurant.

Felipe's (S4 E18, 16:27)

Hicnight Hotel (S4 E18, 17:16) --Don Vizioso's base.

Mini Mart (S5 E3, 16:19)

Friendly Jack's Loans (S5 E3, 17:43)

Wan Dingo's House of Curiosities and Oddities (S5 E5, 13:28)

Shanghai Sternn's Stir Fry (S5 E10, 12:04)

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Notes:

The episode timestamps might not be totally accurate since I was watching this on a... ahem... legal website.

The timestamps are from when you could clearly and obviously see the shop signs. Like, Ziga's is visible from like episode one but couldn't be clearly read.

Some of the comics were just in shop windows and not really associated with a character so be careful. That is not a list of every comic the turtles have read. Like the Timely Times has only been in the background, not read by a particular turtle.

There were LOADS of shops where the shop name was in Chinese (or Japanese, I don't know) and so I couldn't list. Most of the shops by the Chinatown arch weren't in english. That's why even Murakami's shop isn't listed here. Because the actual shop name wasn't in english.

Thanks for reading through this. Hopefully this was useful for... anyone out there.

[avengersfantasies]

Series Summary: When you were little, your life was changed forever. Your parents were brutally murdered before you, and the doctors said it was a miracle that you survived. Now, almost 22 years later, you come across the man who took everything from you.

Chapter Summary: A night of heavy drinking leads to a drunken choice.

What to expect: heavy alcohol use, smut(ish), ptsd, angst

taglist: @felicitylemon @lostinth3echo

Series masterlist: Here

The tense silence filled your small apartment living room as Bucky held the Purple Heart Medal in his hand, holding it carefully as if it would break if he were to mishandle it. Knowing that you had just told him a large part of your history, you chugged the rest of your glass of whiskey and got up to pour yourself another. 

“I’m so…,” Bucky started with a soft voice, “I-I’m so sorry.”

You stood at the counter in your kitchen, looking at him through the pass-through that faced your living room, drinking your glass. How were you supposed to respond? You couldn’t say, “It’s okay,” because you knew it wasn’t. You couldn’t say, “Thank you,” because why should he feel sorry for you? You caused this, after all. Your choices that day changed the lives of multiple families. The last thing that someone should feel towards you is sorrow or pity. 

Instead of replying, you downed the glass of whiskey you had just poured before going to pour another. It was at that point that you realized you had run out. 

“Shit,” you cursed to yourself, sighing and gathering your coat and wallet. Bucky watched you curiously, cautiously following you out of the apartment. You didn’t acknowledge him as you walked to the small liquor store on the corner of the street. 

Bucky recognized the signs of someone with an addiction, and knowing he was in no position to help you, even if he could, dug a deeper pit in his stomach. For all he knew, he was one of the reasons why you had turned to the depressant. He stood by quietly, letting you make your purchase of four bottles of Jack Daniels, two one-liter bottles of Fireball, a twenty-four pack of Bud Light, three handles of Absolut Vodka, and six packs of rolling papers. Altogether, the total for your little spree came out to be $253.11, and you paid it as if it were nothing to you. Gathering your purchase, you finally spoke to Bucky.

“If you’re gonna follow me around, you can at least help me carry something.”

He reached out his gloved left hand and grabbed two of the bags, making sure to carry them carefully so as not to break them. You, on the other hand, carried the twenty-four pack and the other three bags. 

“This is a lot of alcohol,” he pointed out as the two of you walked back down the street. He recognized your strength, becoming curious as to how you were able to carry such weight without straining or becoming tired. “Sure you don’t need me to carry anything else?” 

“I go it,” you replied flatly. “Didn’t need you to carry those ones. Just thought I’d give you something to do.”

Bucky nodded, following you up to your apartment, setting the bags on the floor and watching while you poured two glasses of Jack. 

“Thank you,” he said quietly when you handed him one of the glasses, going back over to the couch to sit with you. 

The next few minutes were tense as silence filled the air surrounding you both. Unable to stand it anymore, you turned on the TV and started a random show. Bucky exhaled and sipped his drink while the two of you watched it silently. Bucky didn’t know what to say, so he sat there silently, looking down toward the floor at the glass that rested in between his hands. While you rarely showed your emotions, you could easily read others like open books. 

“I don’t blame you,” you told Bucky. “For that night…I don’t blame you for it.…not anymore, at least. Once I found out everything, it shocked me, but it helped me direct that anger to the right place.”  

His blue eyes looked up and scanned your features, looking for any sign of fear. 

“But I did it.”

You shook your head. “But why?” you begged. “Why were they targeted anyway? What reason did HYDRA have to even know them?”

Bucky opened and closed his mouth a few times, trying to come up with some sort of explanation. “I…don’t know,” he finally said softly, traces of regret in his voice. “I was programmed to follow orders, not question them.”

You nodded, staring off past him as you were lost in thought. “You wanna help me heal, right?” you questioned him. 

“More than anything,” he confirmed.

“Then help me figure out why HYDRA wanted us dead.”

He nodded and gave you a small, tight-lipped smile. “I can do that.”

A couple of hours passed as you and Bucky sat on your couch, drinking away the alcohol you had purchased and watching movies on Netflix, when finally, something occurred to him.

“How are you not drunk?” he questioned curiously. “I mean, we’ve almost finished two bottles of Jack.” 

You shrugged. “It’s weird…since I got back, my tolerance has gone way up.” He looked at you skeptically. “I’m not complaining, though,” you continued, “I love the taste of it more than anything…I am starting to get a bit tipsy.”

Bucky chuckled. “It’s been a while since I’ve gotten drunk drunk,” he told you. “Takes a ridiculous amount for me to get drunk. Gets expensive after a while.”

“Well, what do ya say we get drunk then?” you asked, chugging down a bit of the bottle you were drinking from before getting up and grabbing the rest of the alcohol and bringing it over to the coffee table.

The sergeant raised an eyebrow and sipped from his own glass. “Is that really a good idea?”

You finished off the last little bit of Jack Daniels before grabbing two beers and throwing one over to Bucky. “Probably not.”

He smirked and held his beer up to yours. “Cheers.”

It was creeping up on three in the morning, and you and Bucky had collectively finished off three bottles of Jack Daniels, six beers each, a handle of vodka, and had taken ten shots of Fireball each. He had his head thrown over the back of the couch, and his eyes closed, letting the feeling of drunkenness take over him for the first time in what seemed like a century. You, on the other hand, allowed the feeling to engulf you. Here you were, having an admittedly fun night with a handsome man by your side. There was plenty of alcohol to go, and there was one thing on your mind. Giving into your urges and not considering the repercussions, you slowly climbed into the soldier’s lap, causing his eyes to open and his head to shoot up.

“What’re you doin’?” he asked quickly, his eyes wide.

“What’s it look like?” you chuckled, the smell of alcohol strong on your breath as you kissed his chiseled and scruffy jaw.

“You’re drunk,” he reminded you, trying to hold you away from him.

“Oh, come on!” you pouted. “So are you.”

He looked down, bit his bottom lip, and shook his head. “As much as I want to…we shouldn’t.”

“Says who? I’m not even that drunk.”

His eyes were filled with regret. “I’ve hurt you enough,” he whispered. “The last thing I wanna do is take advantage of you.”

“You didn’t do anything!” you begged him to understand. “And how would you be taking advantage of me? I want this.” He didn’t respond; rather, he closed his eyes and tried to ignore your actions, but you were making it more difficult with each second. “Come on, Sarge,” you began rubbing your hands over his shoulders, nipping at the skin underneath his ear, and feeling him tense underneath you. “I can feel you, ya know.” You ground your hips against him, his erection giving him away. 

“Godammit,” he hissed, exhaling deeply.

Finally, you looked into his blue eyes, your lips mere centimeters from his. “If you really don’t want to, then push me off your lap.”

“Didn’t say I didn’t want to…believe me, I do,” he argued softly, the smell of the alcohol on his breath permeating your senses. “I said we shouldn’t.”

“We both deserve to feel good…feel wanted,” you insisted, kissing his jaw again. Hesitantly, his hands made their way to your hips, and his lips ghosted just above the skin on the side of your neck. You let out soft moans at how his breath touched your skin, and his hands gripped your hips. “Please…” you whispered, “give me something good to dream about.”

Bucky’s breathing and heart rate skyrocketed, the urge becoming more difficult to resist. 

“You’re in charge,” he told you, his voice deep and gruff as his resolve finally broke and his lips finally touched your neck. “You say the word…and we’ll stop.” His hands gripped your hips tighter. 

“Deal,” you agreed.

Suddenly, his hands gripped either side of your face, his lips collided with yours, and your tongues began exploring one another as your fingers tangled into his hair. His lips were soft, a complete contrast to the deep and harsh way he was kissing you. The soldier was devouring you, teeth clashing together as moans were swallowed up by each other. One of his hands wrapped around your lower back, holding you tightly and pressing you into his body as you continued to grind on his lap.

“You feel so big,” you moaned into his mouth, causing him to pick you up and carry you to your bedroom, your legs wrapped around his waist. 

He chuckled deeply and lay you down. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

Eagerly, you undressed each other until you were both only left in your underwear. Your eyes closed as his mouth began to trail kisses up your body, beginning at your feet. His vibranium hand wrapped around your leg, and suddenly, your eyes shot open, and breathing became almost impossible as you were reminded of the feeling of the cold appendage gripping your skin.

“Stop!” you screamed at the top of your lungs, kicking him as hard as you could. Your foot connected with his face, causing a bone to break in his nose and his upper lip to be busted. “Get away from me!”

Bucky backed away from you, holding his hands up to show that he meant no harm. 

He watched in pain as you shook and cried, the fear of that night coming over you once more. “Get away, get away, get away!” you continued to scream and plead, curling up in the fetal position against your headboard. “Please, don’t hurt me.”

“I’m not going to hurt you,” Bucky spoke softly, staying in his spot across the room. It killed him to see you in this amount of fear and agony. Even though he knew his nose was broken and his mouth was bleeding, he didn’t care at the moment. Your sobs hurt more than a broken bone ever could. “It’s okay,” he continued to soothe you. “I will never hurt you ever again,” slowly, he made his way closer to the bed, going for his clothes that had been discarded on the floor. “I’m going to go, okay? I’m going to get my clothes, and I’m going to go.”

Finally, you looked up at him, remembering where you were and what had been going on. 

“I’m sorry,” you whispered faintly, choking up again. “Oh my god…I’m so sorry.”

“You have nothing to apologize for,” he spoke calmly and softly as he picked up his clothes from the floor. “I’m going to go, okay?”

The idea of him leaving broke your heart, causing the tears to gather again. 

“Please don’t.”

[plumae-cupiditas]

{OOC ~ Rules + General info!}

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FYI, this is a secondary NSFW safe blog for my muse over at @mors-pulchritudo. (She is an adult, she is 23 in her species' years.) The rules for this blog are basically the same, except for a few changes. Namely rules 1 and 8.

(Rule 1 change) On this blog, NSFW is allowed. What does this mean? It means that there may be sexual content, less censored violence, triggers, and the like. If that makes you uncomfortable, you are totally welcome to stay over at my other blog for this OC. It won't have as many adults themes, and even if there are they will be suggestive/vaguely hinted at, at best.

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Now, I am not saying that there will be NSFW content present all the time, I'm saying this because this blog has a high chance of having some of it present. And also it will not be censored, but it will be tagged accordingly!!

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This blog will contain some sensitive and potentially triggering topics regarding my OC’s lore. Examples are:

~ Trauma (more than one type)

~ Abuse (more than one type)

~ Mental health issues

~ Injury in various degrees

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~ (more may be added)

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Also, I will ask if you don’t vibe with any of these topics before they may come up in an interaction!

And, if an RP is starting to wind up to a point where some adult things or NSFW things in general might happen, I will switch to this blog to continue instead.

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[maitaiwiththecorpses]

Taylor Swift Albums As Aru Shah Characters (or vice-versa) (???)

Debut: Hira. She's young, seemingly innocent, but she's definitely experienced more than her fair share of heartbreaks and sadness. While singing along to Tim McGraw, Our Song, or Picture To Burn, she draws on those first few moments when she met Brynne. The country style and easy patterns soothe her- she definitely loves Shania Twain, too.

Fearless TV: Kara. Needless to say, most everything she's done to get to this point has required her to be fearless. She is all forbidden destinies and regrets, crying and hoping and crying some more. She'd definitely scream along to Fearless, and You Belong With Me, and sometimes with the Sleeper she'd hum Fifteen and Love Story- just for the feeling of a normal childhood.

Speak Now TV: Rudy. He only picked this because he saw the fabulous purple album cover and thought of dark benevolent queen. He thinks of the first time he met Mini when he listens to Enchanted, because he's sure the whole world is in love with death's daughter. He recreates the intricate sounds of Better Than Revenge, Speak Now, and Sparks Fly with his stones, soon getting his own recording studio to record his instrumental covers of them. And of course, Mean empowers him to brush past all the idiots who made fun of him being colorblind and a failure- cause they're pathetic and alone in life and mean.

Red TV: Malini. Do I even need to explain? Throughout the separation and divorce with Aiden's dad, she definitely listened to All To Well (Ten Minute Version) on repeat, nostalgically played 22 for Aiden, and finally, when she got a girl's night out, played We Are Never Getting Back Together. The heartbreak and cheating in Red highlights all her relationship troubles and how she comes out of them stronger in the end.

1989: Brynne. It's her workout music all the way. And life music too. She does HIIT sessions to Shake It Off and New Romantics, and dances to Out Of The Woods with Hira when it's late and they can't sleep. The feeling of reinvention and starting anew really draws her to the album- and who can blame her? (Plus, she was totally jamming to Rudy's TSwift battle music in SoD)

Reputation: Aru. She struggles with her legacy, her reputation, throughout the series. The thrumming beats and quick mood shifts of ...Ready For It? stimulate her ever-speeding mind and she loves making fun of Aiden with Gorgeous, the entire song a huge excuse to outright flirt with him. Getaway Car is her and Rudy's go-to car song when they drive alone, and there are days when Aiden finds her crying to Dress and Delicate in the shower. During and after the final battle, Don't Blame Me and I Did Something Bad were the only things she could hear in her ears- they were deafening, and a way of her brain guilting and processing all the events.

Lover: Aiden. I immediately knew this was his. He's surrounded by love, constantly, despite being afraid of it, calling upon Death By A Thousand Cuts. With his mom he softly sings Soon You'll Get Better and with Brynne and Mini they karaoke It's Nice To Have A Friend. His dad gets a very blurry video of Aiden and Bee one year in Father's Day in pink cowboy boots singing I Forgot That You Existed and his father never texts back. Ever the feminist and bisexual icon, he's out here bopping to The Man and You Need To Calm Down. He makes fun of Aru liking I Think He Knows, but that's nothing compared to his 2 am serenades of Lover. His favorites, though, are Paper Rings and ME!

Folklore: Mini. The med student of Epiphany. The calm, the quiet, the casual anxious spirals. Yearning at desperate when she hears Invisible String, Rudy cries when she sings it. Her mom hates Exile, but Mini hears it and thinks of all the ways she could fail and cries to it some nights. Seven reminds her of running around in a field of sunflowers as a little kid, not a care in the world, forgetting allergies, grades, or Pandava stuff. August is her back to school calling, a reminder of responsibilities and how they're not always bad. Cardigan is her pick me up when she's missing Rudy- not that he's ever too far.

Evermore: Suyodhana. Willow. He can't love the way he wants to, he can't say yes without worrying about everything- he is Champagne Problems. Forbidden, murderous, No Body, No Crime was made for him.

Midnights: Krithika. The definition of Anti-Hero. A lot of the series wouldn't exist without her causing more and more problems, despite being well-intentioned, she keeps messing up, and finally in NoI she starts owning up. Her glittering confidence in the early books beckon to Bejeweled and her ever-sermonizing self would scream Karma at the top of her lungs. Question...? would remind her of everything she left in the lamp, Suyodhana, Aru's chance at a father- the love of her life.