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hugemilkshake · 27 days ago

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Yan Shadow milk x Gender neutral reader? (Oneshot)

Enjoy the milkshake! I brainstormed this for a while but I came up with an idea, I would wait for the smilk update but I’m not that patient

Idk if this reads off as yandere sooooo-

Just a little TLC

-Romantic or Platonic-

!TW! Under the cut will be themes like obsessivness, harming another and trying to change someone’s identity ig?

Boring. That’s the best way Shadow Milk could describe Pure Vanillas life. He’s been watching the fool for years now and while it’s fun to see his guilt and stuff but something interesting needed to happen!

That’s when Pure Vanilla met you.

At first you weren’t anything special, just some cookie who was dragged to Pure Vanillas Kingdom by the brave kid. Honestly you were quite boring.

But that aided in your appeal! You were so basic that Shadow Milk started to feel an… itch. An itch to make you interesting, an itch to turn you into something entertaining!

The thought of you being something more consumed his thoughts, you looked nice, but not unique enough. You’re personality was fun, but not fun enough!

You needed a little TLC, and that was fine! He was going to help you stand out and be the most interesting and amazing cookie to exist!

He’d make sure of it.

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You put your hand on Pure Vanillas shoulder in a panic, he wasn’t moving, he was just blankly staring at the tree. The seal had been broken and there was a chill in the air. But then… it felt like the chill was in your dough. The coldness of your dough and others checking on Pure Vanilla broke him from chance.

Everyone was tense, this Shadow Milk fella was ominous. You felt his gaze on you. It was locked onto you. You shifted around uncomfortably, the cookies around you noticed this. Elder Faerie stepped infront of you, he seemed determined yet a little part of him was anxious… I wonder why…

“Ah this is quite the audience! I will need a volunteer for my show stopping performance though! Now who to choose..” Shadow Milk looked at everyone like he was going to pluck someone away for his “performance”

There was a strong pause before you felt your limbs being pulled up slightly, before you felt yourself get jerked up harshly.

“Y/N COOKIE!” As strings dig into your skin, Elder Faerie jumped up to try and grab your hand, but you slipped away from him like sand

“Now you look like you’d be a good puppet! Although… you need some extra flair, but don’t worry about that! I’ll fix your right up so you’ll be perfect!”

You felt a chil go up your spine as a darkness crept into your mind. Your vision also blanked out.

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You woke up with concerned eyes on you, and a burning sensation in your arms. Pure Vanilla was looking over your arms. “What… happened…?” You questioned, there was a silence, no one was expecting you to not remember what’s happened, but Strawberry Cookie spoke up

“You became one of Shadow Milks Puppets… I don’t think things went well for you..” she gestured to your arms. You looked down and saw that your arms were cut up, presumably from those strings from earlier

You saw that you were a mess, your hair felt messy and not to mention that some of your clothes had been switched to more of a jester like outfit.

“What about Elder Faerie…?” Everyone was quiet. You could feel your heart sink. He was gone. But no one wanted to break the news… you felt tears starting to prick at your eyes.

You were sacred. You were confused. You wanted to go home, but with the crashed airship…

Home wasn’t an option.

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Finally. You were in Shadow Milks grasp, you can finally become the star of the show that you were meant to be! Oh all the ideas that he had for you!

You were going to be perfect!

But… there was an unexpected issue…

You were too unique.

Everything about you was boring yet not, no cookie looked like you, it was hard to decide what to change about you because you were so perfect yet imperfect!

It irritated him.

Shadow Milk had been planning on this for months! And now that your here he can’t bring himself to do ANYTHING

He tried changing your outfit and hair style, HELL he even tried making you act out a scene of you laughing at the fools trying to seal him away and save you but it felt wrong. It frustrated him.

When those pesky cookies got closer to him it enraged him more. Everything was going wrong. He even threw you around a couple of times, your arms had jam on them and Shadow Milk swore he felt some form of remorse after it but it couldn’t compare to is anger.

When you left his grasp it felt like a relief yet it felt painful. Seeing Pure Vanilla heal you made his jam boil.

But WHY?

WHATS SO SPECIAL ABOUT YOU?

One way or another… Shadow Milk was going to find out….

#crk #cookie run #crk x reader #shadow milk cookie #yandere crk

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frostedclock-writes · 1 month ago

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Crimson Magnolias (pt2)

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Alastor x F!Reader

Warnings: R rated themes, Hanahaki disease, one-sided romance, ace Alastor, female reader

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Part 1 Here

Part 3 here

Jazz.

You watched Alastor from the bar for a moment. He moved across the dance floor like God had made it for him. His large smile made your heart flutter, and you could see his brown curls sticking to his forehead in some places from the sweat gathered on his brow. You make a small sigh and stare just a few moments longer before you finally heard Mimzy's voice break through your thoughts.

" Ya got it bad don't ya~" Mimzy's smile was playful and she wiggled her eyebrows. The blonde woman took a drink of her own coffin varnish and slammed the cup upside down. " Just tell him. "

You tense up and make a laugh. " Don't be silly Mimz." You swirl the liquid courage around in your cup. It never helps. Just makes you clam up more.

She pushes a pudgy finger against your chest and taps. " Ya can't keep holdin' it in, doll, ya at least got ta let him know how ya feel. It's eatin' you up! Just watch, you gonna drop dead one of these times. " She tutted.

You frown and huff. " You don't know anything, Mimz, you don't know him like I know him.... " You let your gaze go back out to Alastor with some stick of a girl with a big smile on her lips. Though you know he wasn't thinking beyond the dance itself, the entertainment of it all. She would bore him before the second song and he would move on.

But it still made your heart twist.

At least like this .... He comes back to you.

You sink your teeth into a biscuit. Flakey. Somehow buttery. You make a small hum of content as you enjoy the small snack. And Alastor's cooking, no less. You pick up your cup as you both sit out on the balcony. Alastor had one leg crossed over the other and he held his cup in one hand, and a fork with a few last shreds of meat he had left in it. He made a circle motion with the fork and his grin stretched. Those red ears flicked a little before he spoke.

" You could work here at the Hotel," he shifted proudly " I am in charge of staff since I came here and we could always use one more hand. "

You nearly choked on the last swallow of biscuit you were attempting to enjoy. You hold your hand over your chest and make a few coughs. " What?"

He tutted and took the bite he had been playing with. " You spoke of not having steady work, I don't see why you would be opposed. "

You grabbed your cup and took a long sip. It cleared the buttery clumps from your throat. " I'm not! " You quickly tell him and set your cup down. " It's just... "

" Think nothing of it! " He waved his hand and then took a hold of his own cup.

Being around him. All the time, technically living beneath the same roof. You felt like you were going to start to choke again.

You pause and hear whirling of cogs and steam. What in sweet Lucifer's hell? You glance over towards the noise just as a spinning middle blows a hole in the wall right next to where you and Alastor were enjoying a breakfast. Sir Pentious . You remembered the snake man, he often attacked Alastor out of the blue and notoriously was bad at it. Boring. He was boring with his tactics.

You think he was talking now?

" Who are you?" Alastor asked, simply taking another drink of his coffee.

" Alastor, that Pentious... That snake man?"

He looked over at you and tilted his head, his ear flicked a couple of times. " A what?"

" He's attacked you. Like almost every year for the past eighty years?" You raise an eyebrow.

" We've done battle, like a lot?" Sir Pentious could be heard through the speaker system of his airship as it floated not so menacingly above the hotel.

" I don't remember him in the slightest. " He got up and dusted himself off.

He offered out his hand, you take it without hesitation. It was still dizzying when you rematerialized in front of the hole in the wall, which seemed to lead straight into the bar. You glance inside to make sure Husk was still alright. The bartender was picking himself up along with the half split bottle in his hand. You go over and help him up out of the dust and knock a few pieces of the drywall off his shoulder.

" You okay, Hun? " You chuckled.

He shrugged off your help but made a grunt. " I'm fine, that wall just seems to like to take a pounding. " Husk grumbled.

" Well at least your fine. Though seems like the bar needs a bit more cleaning. "

He looked at you for a moment then shrugged. " Eh, you shouldn't worry 'bout me. "

" Someone has to right?" You bump your shoulder against his.

You smile gently and glance back over your shoulder to see shadow tendrils erupting and encasing the airship and crushing it like it was a toy, the serpent himself was being pulverized and tossed about the landed hard in front of Alastor and the gathered residents of the hotel. You step over some of the rubble to get back outside.

A rip of fabric made you wince and look away as Sir Pentious was sent flying across the Pentagram.

Alastor spun on his hoofs and turned back to everyone with that large smile back on his lips. " Seems as if I need to cut our visit short, Y/N , though do take my offer to heart. But it seems as if I need a trip to the tailors. "

" Oh, sure. Nothing to fret over. "

" Perfect! Until then, my dear!" He went to leave.

" Hey! You have to stay and help fix this shit!" The silver haired woman with a ribbon in her hair spoke up.

" Oh yes, my apologies, can't let my project fall into disarray. What would the papers say?" Alastor made a chuckle at his own joke and snapped his fingers. The little minions formed from the shadows and looked ready for construction work. " They will take care of it!"

And with that he twirled his microphone and then started off in the direction of town. You make a small sigh and you could feel eyes on you. You felt a shiver run down your spine, and shake your head gently. You turn for a moment and look at the hotel then, as you were about to start to walk, you felt a hand on your shoulder.

" Hello! I don't think we've properly met!" A large smile and big eyes like a puppy dog. Ah, this must be Charlie. " A friend of Alastor's? That is so exciting!"

" Ah yes wel-"

" And you look normal. Which is surprising." The silver haired woman walked over and put a hand on Charlie's shoulder. Which must have been a sign for the tall young woman to let go of you. " I'm Vaggie, by the way."

" I'm Charlie, and it is so nice to meet you! Will you be coming around more? "

" Oh, I don't know... Maybe , and I'm Y/N. A pleasure. "

Charlie wore a crisp red suit that vaguely smelled of cinnamon and she shook your hand with a bit of vigor that your hadn't been expecting. When she let you go again she put her arms around Vaggies shoulder. Vaggie placed a hand over the one resting on her shoulder and they leaned into one another. Oh.

" You might see me around more. Alastor offered me a job here. I hope that isn't... Well I hope it doesn't step on any toes." You make a small laugh.

Charlie looked down at Vaggie for a moment then back at you. Then she made a smile and shook her head. " Nothing of the sort. I asked him to help me with this place and he already has a whole lot! We could always use another hand around here. "

You hear the nasaly tone from the other day behind you. " Hey! It's you. Hey there~ so you weren't jokin' you and strawberry thin huh~ "

You felt your whole body tense up. " O-oh well"

" Angel! Don't be rude." Charlie spoke up and puffed her cheeks out.

" Aw, I'm just askin' she came all huffin and puffin looking for her prince cannibal last time. No one comes runnin' across the town for just anyone. "

You felt the heat rising to your face. " No ! Well uh, hey woah, look at the time! I have to go..... Check on... My oven! Yes I have a roast. " You start backing up.

Angel Dust wiggled their eyebrows. " Mmm hmm sure, toots. " When he earned a hard look from Vaggie he shrugged his shoulders and put his other set of hands on his hips. " What? If she ain't fucking the creep, she wants ta."

You turn on your heels and quickly walk down the cobblestone path. You cover your mouth, the coughs held in as you could hear the pornstar getting chastised in the distance. The taste of ginger was acrid. Magnolias. You used to think they were beautiful in the spring. Their soft petals marred and clumped with bile and blood.

You kept the petals in your mouth until you rounded the corner outside the gate of the Hotel grounds.

You spit the petals out on the sidewalk. The splatter of blood would be a forgotten stain to join the rest in the streets of hell. The petals already sliding between your feet and lost in the breeze of passing cars. You take a few breaths. You wipe the corners of your mouth with a bit of a tattered handkerchief you kept with you. Stained from years of abuse.

You needed to get something to drink.

Home was empty as you clicked your lights on. No sound except for the buzzing of the iridescent light bulb you used. You walk to your kitchen after flicking on your old t.v, some rerun of some hell-a-novella was playing. Just something to distract you. Radio would just make you want to...

You clear your throat and run the water into the kettle.

Just don't think about it.

Boil water.

Steep tea.

Work at the hotel. Could you even take it?

You would see him back behind his radio broadcast equipment, all lounged and in his element. Get to drink with him again like you used to, see him tap his foot with his eyes closed as he listened to the jazz playing on his radio. Maybe you could finally muster up the courage to...

No.

He would never look at you the same.

You dropped your glass after taking a drink of tea. You cover your mouth and rush to the sink. The tea came up with the swirl of red and a few petals that clog the drain. You hack a few times and the splatter of blood against the ceramic of the sink made your stomach chur. You grip the edge of the counter and your whole body shook.

When your throat finally stopped burning you heard the channel flick in the living room. You swallowed hard and wiped your mouth off. You took out another glass and filled it before you made your way back into the living room. You took a small drink and you looked at the screen.

Vox. Man he had changed since you last saw him.

You take another drink of tea and take a breath, you grab the remote and then the volume up, seeing breaking news flash across the screen. Must be important if Vox was doing the broadcast himself. You almost choked on your tea again as a crude drawing of Alastor popped up.

Maybe you should switch to cold drinks.

You had to turn off the T.V. as the broadcast became a bunch of insults thrown at Alastor. You ended up having to unplug it to get Vox off of your screen. You shook your head. If there was someone else in hell that understood feelings - romantic or otherwise- towards Alastor and them never really going away no matter how much time has passed.... It was Vox, sadly enough.

Vox and Alastor used to be good friends. You remember him coming around a lot in the fifties and sixties. Vox was ambitious, hard working and just a bit sly in his dealings. But to get where he is now, he had to be. But you also remember him sitting for hours and talking about sharks, like they were just the greatest thing to roam the planet. He and Alastor would sit and talk about the future of hell, and what they wanted out of their afterlife.

Then that day came and you never saw Vox again.

He got an upgrade and a new business partner, and he never came around again.

You took a drink from your cup of tea and pulled a book over into your lap. The Picture of Dorian Grey. You sigh and try to focus on the words of the well worn novel but cannot keep focused. The words were just blurring together, and your throat kept scratching. You couldn't even get past the first page before you had the book closed again.

Perhaps a walk would clear your head.

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Taglist: @boldlyenchantingfox22 @sirens-and-moonflowers @kerosene--lamp @girl-nahh-two @phoephan-123

#hazbin hotel #hazbin x reader #alastor x reader #hazbin alastor #alastor x you #hazbin hotel x reader #hanahaki disease #one sided love #crimson magnolias

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yellydany · 11 months ago

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Delirious Dragon (Insani Draconis)🧭

"A biped raptor-like dragon infamous for knocking down airships, even those larger than it is. They possess an extra set of arms to the sides and a thin but harsh tongue which can extend over meters. Both the tongue and tip of tail (that acts as a sting) carry a venom strong enough to drive anyone insane for days and often leaves sequelae that last a lifetime. It finds entertainment in toying around with smaller beings such as humans hence why it has been deemed a dangerous creature and virtually impossible to domesticate."

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hoaxghost · 8 months ago

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We here at the Welkins Cruise company want to offer you a chance to come on board for our maiden voyage of the M.S Lemuria!

20 lucky contestants will be chosen for a once in a life time journey aboard our airship for a cruise of the skies. Luxury, entertainment, food, and memories to last a life time will be found! However- we cannot promise how long that life time will last....

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Ascent of Lemuria is a text based 18+ Killing/Elimination Game set over the course of 9 weeks. Puzzles, challenges, and the looming threat of death are around each corner. If this sounds interesting you can check out more information below in our discord server!

Apps close June 9th.

#roleplay #killing game #killing game roleplay #roleplay boost

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thescriptorium · 2 months ago

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@rheuiao and i have been COOKING in chat and need to share

don’t shoot me, but i would’ve loved to see caitlyn be even MORE of a villain but tbh some of yall could not handle all that. so let me explain:

i think it would’ve been so entertaining, so devastating and perfect if Caitlyn really did fall into this puppeteer-dictatorship where she was strung up on a throne, and blamed for all of Ambessa’s wishes and desires.

Because she’s not only a Kiramman, but an outcasted Kiramman, ever since she was a child, right? Nobody liked her, she had no friends other than Jayce, who was always older and too busy for her. She can take the heat and the pressure and the shit-talk because she’s already used to it. From childhood, to rookie enforcement. Her natural state is this stoic neutrality, this Mask she wears to preserve herself, her family name.

The mask she wears now, to preserve this reputation being crowned on her. This cold, calculating commander whom no one can cry or convince to move illogically.

So seeing Caitlyn slowly deteriorate, episode by episode, giving up her morals in Ambessa’s pursuit of justice, would be so awful and lovely to watch.

To think that Caitlyn in season one breaks Vi out of jail, only now to be the one imprisoning people. To be re-poisoning streets after dismantling shimmer factories, to be completely emotionally devoid after hugging a shimmer-ravaged stranger in one of the deepest cracks of the sumps.

It would be a complete unraveling of her character. We get to the bones, we get the worst of her, of what she’s capable of. What her name and power in this story is capable of.

We learn this is someone to be feared. Who doesn’t flinch under rage or hatred, who doesn’t care to be known or understood so long as her orders are followed.

And then just as she reaches this point of being “unredeemable” the mask finally drops. It’s unexpectedly terrifying. Everything turns on its head.

And then Caitlyn proves yet again that no one ever truly knows what she’s planning, or her next move. No one knows that she’s always been one step ahead, and this betrayal of Ambessa has been a long time coming. Because she’s known about her manipulative memorial attack, she’s known that Ambessa has been grooming her. She’s been seething and biding her time and now she gets to enjoy the grim realization on her face as Caitlyn finally outsmarts her.

Her torturous patience, her ruined reputation, the loss and betrayal of her one true love—every single knife has prepared her for this moment. The final kill. The one that bleeds her dry, that tears into her, that makes her this monster.

But it’s a monster worth redeeming. It’s a monster that understands why Jinx blew up the council. After seeing firsthand (and abusing herself) the control Piltover has over Zaun. How much they’re responsible for ruining their land, their health, their lives. It’s her lowest moment and it’s when our Caitlyn finally returns, only with blood on her hands.

Blood she can’t clean off. Blood she can’t take back. Blood that flashes now when she closes her eyes, when she finally cries into them at what she’s done.

I think her lines of “no amount of good deeds can undo what we’ve done” would be so much stronger here, if she added, “but it doesn’t mean we don’t try.”

This is when we see the start of Caitlyn’s lore, finally taking shape. The Sheriff of Piltover, this beautiful, immovable staple of the city. Who can command airships and snipe foreign infiltrators, and solve any mystery thrown her way.

She can be known as ruthless, cold and calculating, a complete dictator to work with. But we know that’s just the mask, because we’ve seen how she is in quiet moments with Vi. With people she’s saved. That tenderness that never really went away in season one, even for a stranger.

Her redemption starts with giving up her Council seat to a leader of Zaun. It’s relieving herself of this corruption that comes with her name, her status. She uses what remaining power she has to release Jinx from captivity, and ban inhumane cells in Stillwater. She reinforces the ventilation tunnels for their original purpose and tries to sleep at night. She can’t undo her mistakes but she can continue making changes that are worthwhile. She can threaten to pull funding from the Wardens when violence builds, and keep archives of dirty secrets—just in case anyone with power gets too out of line.

Caitlyn could earn our trust back, with all these small unseen steps. She can pull the strings of this city, but no amount of good deeds will redeem her from what she’s done. So she works tirelessly and isolates in her family mansion.

And her only indulgence is one of love. The quiet nights she expects to be alone, only to find Violet by her window—opening the glass and simultaneously her heart. Her cold, unredeemable heart that Vi accepts without hesitation, for reasons she’ll never come to understand. Other than Vi being the only good in the world, while she represented everything evil.

Caitlyn does not believe she’s a good person. But what makes her so bittersweet as a character is that she works hard to be. All because of these devastating lessons she had to learn.

Being good is a choice someone like her has to make. It has to be a consistent breaking against this mold of privilege and power. For Vi, for people like her. The hope of that statement.

For the love of a stranger, and the grief of a mother—who died trying to vote for peace.

#someone give me this character I’LL TREAT HER RIGHT #arcane #caitlyn kiramman #caitlyn arcane #caitvi #arcane finale #league of legends #the sheriff of piltover #arcane spoilers #arcane season 2

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balu8 · 7 months ago

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Gil

Girl Genius

by Phil Foglio and Kaja Foglio

Airship

#airship entertainment #girl genius #phil foglio #kaja foglio #comic book #web comic #long post

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scopeystfu · 2 months ago

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From the Arcane art book: A whole episode was nearly animated and Powder was going to end up on an airship at end with the two we see in the beginning of episode 1 speaking to Huck and taken to Bilgewater. A place known for inhabited by people of all backgrounds, no government, and all kinds of criminals. Outlaw haven.

Vi was gonna end up with Silco and an animatic was done of her with Silco crew members conducting a raid and she was a Lieutenant.

- need this au now, its similar to weird idea/dream i had. really like pirate powder, vi with silco is interesting cause it hard to imagine how she could not resent him forever. lots of things would have to change. would love to see anyone else entertain this idea.

#fanfic au?#art perhaps lol c;#arcane #arcane powder #arcane jinx #arcane vi #vi arcane #arcane concept art #powder arcane #arcane art book

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wileycap · 3 months ago

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THE TORCH (Headlines from the end of the Hundred Year War, as collected by the Royal Museum and the Military Historical Society)

The Torch was a newspaper founded in year four of Fire Lord Azulon's reign and shut down in year 16 of Fire Lord Zuko's reign. It had two purposes: to act as a mouthpiece of the current regime and to provide sensationalist entertainment. Due to the oft-conflicting nature of these dual purposes, examining the Torch can provide insight into Fire Nation society during the War and the spread of information within it. The Torch was occasionally permitted to gently criticize the government, leading scholars to believe that its true purpose was to alleviate public tensions and moderate criticism of the War.

Barbarians Destroy Grand Fleet At North Pole: Unnatural Powers Used, Fire Lord Ozai Vows To Protect Nation

Obituary For Admiral Zhao: "Not well-liked or particularly competent, but still mourned by 5-12 people in the nation"

Air Nomad Terrorist Sighted In The Earth Kingdom: "Possibility of Earth terrorism in the homeland", Cautions Top Official

Air Nomad Terrorist 'Oung' Sighted In A Swamp: Possible Drug Use?

Air Nomad Terrorist Kidnaps The Daughter Of EK Noble Beifong Amidst Rising Cries To Submit To The Fire Nation- "Helpless and blind"

Giant Drill Launched, Destroyed In The EK - Expert: "Definitely the best way to spend the equivalent of three years' GDP. All hail Fire Lord Ozai."

War Minister Caught In "Peace Conspiracy": Fired (Note: A correction was later printed, clarifying that the minister was burned to death.)

VICTORY! Fire Nation Covert Forces Capture Ba Sing Se, Led By Princess Azula

Disgraced Prince Spotted In Tender Moments With EK Sweetheart - "A travesty"

JUSTICE! Air Nomad Terrorist Uang Killed

Prince Zuko And Princess Azula Return To The Homeland

Prince Zuko Confirmed As Crown Prince: "Now that his official mission to strike out at our enemies is complete, the Prince will resume his duties"

The Most Eligible Bachelor? Prince Zuko Is Still Without Bethrotal

Royal Etiquette Trainer Slams Top Bachelorette Princess Azula: "Time to find a suitable match"

Renowned War Hero Princess Azula Has No Plans To Marry, And That's Okay

Former Etiquette Trainer Imprisoned For Defaming The Royal Family

East Coast School Life Disturbed By Cave Dancing

Fire Nation Factory Relocated In A Planned Way Without Any Explosions, Officials Report: "There are no river spirits in the Fire Nation"

Vicious Teen Arrested For Scamming, Destroys Part Of Peaceful Town: "This is why truancy laws are necessary"

Prince Zuko, Princess Azula Spotted Relaxing At The Beach: Six Injured, Luxury Mansion Destroyed

Spooky! Old Woman Keeps People Prisoner Under A Mountain

Two Ministers Jailed For Spreading Lies: "Prince Zuko was never banished and to claim that he was is a crime", Says Palace Spokesperson

Airship Fleet Unveiled, Thwarts Barbarian Incursion

Traitorous Former Prince Zuko, Who Was Banished For Three Years, Abandons His Nation

Front Falls Off Of Airship: "Highly unusual, I'd like to make that point"

Concerns Raised Over Fire Nation Engineer Uniforms: "Revealing and chafes my nipples"

Are Ancient Civilizations Still Here? "No", Says Expert

Escape At Boiling Rock! Two Prisoners Freed, Two Traitors Captured: "Really, the result is a net zero, if you think about it" (Note: No corrections were issued, despite a factual error in the number of escaped prisoners.)

Decorated Veteran Harrassed By Teen Girl, Own Mother

Hilarious! Ember Island Players Debut New Comedy

Fire Lord Zuko Ascends The Throne, Promises Era Of Peace

6 Reasons Why Fire Lord Ozai Is The Most Successful Ruler In History

Sozin's Comet Approaches, Officials Caution Against Firebending In Public

Four Things You Need To Do During Sozin's Comet To Ensure Prosperity For Your Family

Phoenix King Ozai Launches Surprise "Final Strike"

Ozai Of The Fire Nation Held For Crimes Against Humanity

Avatar Aang Brokers Truce

Is Fire Lord Zuko Still Single? Speculations Erupt

#the world of atla does not seem to have the printing press and therefore this newspaper is actually impossible #atla crack #avatar the last airbender #atla #zuko #atla spoilers #azula #fire nation #literal fire nation propaganda

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razorblade180 · 3 months ago

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Negotiations

Stelle:*making a sandwich*

Caelus:Hello, criminal.

Stelle:What did I do this time?

Caelus:Everything I do more or less. Only not as smoothly.

Stelle:Hmm you talk like you fight, second to me.

Caelus:*hugs her from behind*….

Stelle:…No, you may not have a bite. Not making a second either.

Caelus:Not hungry for a sandwich. Where’s March?

Stelle:Shopping with Dan-

That’s all he needed to hear before Stelle felt him turn her around and kiss her so passionately she actually leaned against the counter. He put her arms around his neck before taking hold of her hips with one before breaking the kiss. Annoyingly, still instinctively moved her head forward, chasing the kiss for half second. Caelus put his head on her shoulder in a frustration she was all to familiar with.

Stelle:Oh, that kind of hunger. Sir, this is a dangerous place. You could’ve texted me to go to the airship.

Caelus:You would’ve said “but my sandwich” and then proceeded to go nowhere.

Stelle:Hey, shut up.

Caelus:You smell nice. Firefly’s conditioner?

Stelle:Is it that obvious?

Caelus:Hehe, yeh. So, wanna hangout? It’s been awhile since it was just us.

Stelle:Pfft, you think one kiss would-

He kissed her again, earning a laugh from the girl. Stelle kissed him back with an irritating amount of affection as she got into his childish antics. She was about to fold until the click of a door made them quickly separate, the boy going about his business like nothing happened. Stelle immediately turned around to focus on her sandwich. Unfortunately, the plate and its contents were gone.

Stelle:…..

March:*walks in* Hey hey hey! What’s going on?

Stelle:*staring at counter* I think I was used for my sandwich.

March:Ah…well I told you not to entertain Aventurine’s texts. I get he’s handsome but-

Stelle:..*slowly looks at March*

March:….*sweating* Wh-What are we talking about?

xxxxxx

Stelle:*sitting sadly*

Bzzz Bzzz

She takes out her phone to see a message from the worst traitor known to man. Stells opens Caelus’s stupid message to see a picture of her sandwich uneaten inside of dramatic looking golden birdcage.

Caelus: “I have your beloved”

Stelle: “…Don’t hurt her! What are your demands?”

Caelus: “Meet me at the Captain’s Cabin on our ship. Come alone and there might be chips with a drink you can save as well.”

Stelle: “You heinous monster!”

Stelle: “I will be there in ten minutes.”

Caelus: “I look forward to our negotiation. Be swift, hero.”

Stelle:(Why is this working on me?) *smiles*

xxxxxx

For the sake of her sandwich, Stelle arrived just like she promised. Yes, there was absolutely no other reason. She put on her game face and walked in the moment the door slid open to see her adversary smiling while sitting in the couch. To his right, her lunch; as well as an entire assortment of sandwiches on a platter with bottles of Soulglad as refreshments.

Stelle:*locks door* Where are the chips?

Caelus:*points to self*

Stelle:…Really? Like “I’m all that and a bag of chi-” you are so dumb. Dumb I say! *removes jacket* For the record, this isn’t charming. You didn’t succeed. *removes gloves* I’m just feeling a little silly.

Caelus:Of course.

Stelle:I’m eating first. I need energy for the “negotiation.”

Caelus:By all means. Help yourself.

Stelle:*red*….*dims lights*

Caelus:You’re going to eat in this lighting?

Stelle:It’s to hide my shame.

Caelus:Hahaha!

#honkai star rail #hsr stelle #hsr caelus #hsr march 7th #caestelle

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faireprina · 3 months ago

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I Love You, I Love You Not ❤️ Pt. 1

A/n: Part of the fic I was working on. I decided to split it into 2 parts and post the other part later! So expect it 😁

pairings: Aged up! Killua Zoldyck x OC/Reader

warnings: Somnophillia, Possessive/ Toxic Behavior, Non-Con, Mentions of NSFW

“You’re playing hard to get aren’t ya?,” The white haired male asked you in a playful tone, “That’s fine. I’ll keep playing along if that means I’ll get to have you.” Something is wrong with him, not knowing what but there is definitely a few screws loose up there. At the beginning of the exam you were entertaining his advances, flirting back, letting him touch you. At least that was until the two of you got on the airship and his flirty habits became more aggressive. You would be lying if you said it didn’t scare you at all because it really did.

“You’re really pretty like…a bird!” A bird…Birds are pretty but wasn’t that an odd thing to compare you to? Killua got really close to your face as his hand lifted up to your neck, slightly stroking the area making you jitter from how tickled you felt. “I wonder how a collar would look around this neck and maybe a nice silver chain to go with it. Or would you prefer a cage?” You moved your face away from his as the warning sirens were going off in your head.

Trusting your instinct you had excused yourself explaining to him that you needed to use the bathroom. You quickly got up and left him sitting there at the windows of the airship. Finding the bathroom, you began to wash your neck, feeling icky especially after he implied such a thing. When you felt ready you left out the bathroom but you weren’t ready for him to be outside the door. “Took you long enough!” Killua reached out for your wrist and dragged you along with him.

“Killua, where are we going?” He was leading you away from the other contestants and into a more secluded place.

“I know a place.” That was his answer. All cheerful not being able to read the room and notice how uneasy he was making you feel. The place is question was an unlocked room. Inside the room there were boxes and old dusty appliances. Assuming that this was some kind of storage room. You noticed the little makeshift bed on the floor, did he make this? “Get comfortable.”

Killua’s aurora gave off something similar to bloodlust. Not his usual friendly disposition of his. You were terrified, this wasn’t like fighting an opponent at all. “Killua, I want to sleep with the others…”Killua’s attention focused on you. He was currently unlacing his shoes, pulling them off. He didn’t say anything just smiled your way and turned his attention back to the task. “I’ll just head there—“

“Leave and I’ll kill you.” Now that stopped you right in your tracks. “I said get comfortable so do it.” As much as you didn’t want to listen you also didn’t want to die either, so you listened to him. Although physically you were comfortable mentally you were far from it. You could not get your mind or heart to calm down enough to sleep. Killua on the other hand was enjoying himself. He snuggled up against your backside, til the point you could feel all of him and you mean ALL. He was obviously turned on at the moment and you just prayed that he would not do anything.

“Having trouble sleeping? I can help with that~” Killua’s hand found went from your side to exploring lower down your body. Sitting up you reached for his hand pushing it away from your body.

“I can’t do this Killua, I just can’t!” You were about to throw the table cloth off of you and head out but before you could something hit the back of your neck really hard.

“Thats fine I ᵈᵒⁿ’ᵗ ⁿᵉᵉᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʷᵃᵏe..” Before you knew what was going on you were already drifting off into sleep.

I feel heavy…did he paralyze me? Your body wasn’t moving. You just remember the pain you felt before you were knocked out. There feels like a weight is on top of you. You couldn’t feel much in your fingertips or any part of your body. Your surroundings were quiet except for the ringing in your ears and the faint sound of someone breathing really hard. However it felt like something was moving inside of you and something hot and hard was rubbing against you occasionally.

What is that? You tried your hardest to make sense of what was going on. With your senses impaired all you had was your imagination. You could feel your neck being tickled again, something hot was being blown against it and the feeling of something rubbing into you began to become faster and rougher.

“Fuck…that feels—“ You didn’t have time to register anything that was said your mind drifts off back into darkness.

Killua had woken you up after the airship led reached the next destination. He seemed to be back to his usual self but he was still touchy if not even more than before. But after the night in the airship, you wanted no parts of Killua and wanted to avoid crossing paths with him, but luck didn’t seem to be on your side today.

You had fallen through the tiles and ended up in a dark room inside of trick tower. The fall was pretty rough and as your vision adjusted you realized you were not alone. 5 other contestants were in the room with you, a green haired boy, a blonde, 2 old men and of course Killua. His face lit up when he seen you and all the others were relieved someone else finally joined them and they could advance. Now you have to be stuck with him for the next couple of hours. As you all navigated your way through the tower Killua held onto your hand. You wanted to separate the two of you but he wouldn’t let you get too far and every time he let go of your hand he would grab you back until he was holding onto your wrist. Not liking this at all as it made it feel like he was controlling you instead.

After the first trial you all were stuck in a room for the next 50 hours. You made it your mission to talk to Killua and get him to understand he is making you very uncomfortable. Also you still feel like something happened in that storage room. You felt unusual the morning after and it seemed like your clothes were taken off because they weren’t how they were before you went to sleep. You found yourself a dimly lit corner in the room and got comfortable, using the blankets and stuff provided to you.

You could feel eyes on you and you already knew who was looking at you. You just wanted to ignore him all together and get this stupid exam over with so you won’t have to be around him anymore.

Only 10 hours went by! Everyone was sleeping at least you think they were. You couldn’t get to sleep to worried that the person who somehow snuck his way beside you would try something. “Are you awake, do you need help sleeping again?” He whispered to you, his eyes opening up as he smirked at you.

“No! I don’t need your help!” You turned away from him facing the wall.

“Aweee, why so moody? Are you mad at me?” He was making fun of you, “Come here, I’ll make it all better.” He was reaching over to you again but you smacked his hand away with a swiftness.

“Leave me alone Killua!” You didn have the patience for his games, “I don’t forgive you, Killua?”

He got quiet and the aura behind you shifted drastically, “Forgive me? Why would I need your forgiveness, when I didn’t do anything wrong?”

“You tell me! First you creep me out when your bird cage comments, then you force me to sleep in a storage room with you, and you knock me out against my will! Oh and let’s not forget I’m pretty sure you did something to me while I was sleeping!” You snapped at him and you’re pretty sure you struck a cord because now the atmosphere around you two changed and he wasn’t looking all too happy.

“Well if you didn’t like me why’d you lead me on? All that flirting back, did you really think you could play with me?” His voice was cold. You felt like a bunny that entered the den of a dragon.

This was not going to end well…

#hunter x hunter #fanfic #hxh killua #killua zoldyck #killua x reader #hxh x reader #hxh

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yell0wsalt · 13 days ago

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Fic: Cross that Line

For @meljaymicrofics Day 14: Cross That Line by Tinashe

Relationship: Jayce Talis/Mel Medarda, background Caitlyn Kiramman/Violet

Rating: G

Summary: To look into her eyes and see all the stars there, Jayce knew he was all in with her. He could never imagine having this feeling with anyone else.

Bridging fantasy to reality starts one day at a time. One question at a time.

word count: 818

These particular thoughts invading Jayce’s mind were reaching a critical peak. He couldn’t focus on anything else. He had to do something about them. Anything.

Talking them over with Caitlyn only made matters worse as their conversations were often interrupted by delightful babbles of her and Vi’s newborn daughter Cassie.

Jayce had fun playing the uncle role in helping entertain and care for the little one at this stage. Caitlyn was more than willing to pass off the baby for “cuddle times with Uncle Jayce.” Setting Cassie to rest on his chest, his chest fluttered, primed to burst. Holding such a tiny human incredibly soft and smelling of talcum powder was a gift to hold dearly. With one hand supporting Cassie’s bum and the other cradling the back of her head, Jayce found himself swept away just as much as Cassie in his gentle rocks and sways.

Even when the particularly offensive toots yanked him to reality, Jayce didn’t even care to muster to squirm or complain.

While Caitlyn and Vi were okay to manage that part of their childcare, Jayce allowed himself to consider the part of him to indulge in the thought of: What if? What would it be like to experience the down and dirty of it all?

While Cassie was being tended to by her parents, Jayce buried his face in his hands, tugging at the thick brown shaggy hair falling over his face.

Maybe it was time.

He knew exactly what he wanted to do and how. Even though it would be a risk, there was an inherent risk in everything. This was something he was more than willing to take a chance on. Self-containing such sentiments stretched his chest, threatening it all to burst at the seams.

It was one thing to talk it out with Caitlyn and Vi, however, the best person and only person that mattered in this conversation was traveling abroad for a work conference.

Mel would be back in a couple of days, though. It was perfect timing for Jayce to get matters in line.

Starting off with question number one: should it be store-bought or artisanal?

It was an obvious answer that the latter would be the best. Browsing through the local shops confirmed such suspicions. The cuts and styles were nice and all but she deserved better than what was out on the market. Something that was from the heart. Something that screamed ‘Mel.’ In any case, at least Jayce had an idea of what was popular and typical design choices.

With his raw materials assembled, Jayce got to work. He didn’t have much time and he wanted it to be perfect for her. Even born from the fires of the forge, with his years of experience, Jayce still took his time playing with and tweaking different designs, sizes, and cuts.

Every single element had to be perfect for her.

Jayce let the depth of his feelings for Mel flow through his fingers in molding his craft. When words got lost on him or weren’t enough, he could turn to this. A gift so specific to capture the feeling of being with someone you saw as the love of your life. Jayce didn’t want to miss this opportunity. He would dive in with everything he had.

One of the late nights working on his project, Jayce carefully inspected his latest iteration from all angles. Wearing a broad toothy smile, Jayce rushed out of the forgery to assemble the proper package.

It was ready.

****

“Mel!” Jayce called to his girlfriend as she offboarded the airship at Piltover’s HexGate. When she turned to find him, Jayce rushed her in a bracing hug. “Welcome back, love. Glad you made it back okay.”

Feeling Mel relax under his touch, Jayce held onto her words. The first ones he was able to hear in a little over a week. Far too long.

“Jayce… I’m back home,” murmured into his chest.

While returning to their penthouse from the airship boarding dock, the couple’s conversation drifted to catching up on Mel’s business travel. Tiring but fulfilling and all that which it entailed. Jayce couldn’t help but be proud of her and all she’s molded herself into becoming.

Assisting in carrying her luggage from their car to their home, Jayce found the weight of her suitcase paled in comparison to the weight of the tiny box tucked away in his front pocket.

Soon.

He would ask her very soon.

To look into her eyes and see all the stars there, Jayce knew he was all in with her. he could never imagine having this feeling with anyone else.

His fantasies and dreams over what they could be did not have to stay that way. The bridge to reality was built one question at a time. This one to kick start it all.

Hand in hand he was ready to cross that line

With her.

#goldenforge #meljay #meljaymicrofics #onlymeljay #mel medarda #arcane #jayce talis #this song is so stinking cute oughhh i love

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