#DeFi Writer

[wolfienation]

absolutely hilarious to me that agatha calls rio a bad boy when in reality rio is actually the rule following jock with infinite patience and care who brings you flowers on a first date.

agatha on the other hand is the snarky girl who gets into arguements with her teacher about the smallest details in the lecture and is constantly getting detention for cursing someone out. she's top of all her classes tho.

[bestcryptowriter]

Tips To Create A Great Story For Your Crypto Brand

As a crypto content writer, I have come to realize that the art of storytelling is one of the most effective ways to make a brand stand out in a crowded market. 

With the rise of blockchain technology and decentralized finance (DeFi), the crypto industry has become more competitive than ever before. As a result, it is essential for crypto brands to develop a unique and compelling narrative to differentiate themselves from their competitors.

So, how do you create a great story for your brand in the crypto industry? Here are some tips:

#1 Understand your audience

The first step in crafting a great story is to understand your audience. Who are they? What are their pain points? What motivates them? By understanding your audience, you can create a narrative that resonates with them and speaks to their needs and desires.

#2 Develop a compelling narrative

Once you have a clear understanding of your audience, it's time to develop a compelling narrative that showcases your brand's unique value proposition. Your story should be authentic, engaging, and memorable. It should highlight your brand's strengths, values, and goals.

#3 Use data to support your story

Data is a powerful tool in the crypto industry, and it can be used to support your brand's narrative. By using statistics, research, and case studies, you can add credibility to your story and make it more compelling.

#4 Be consistent

Consistency is key when it comes to storytelling. Your brand's narrative should be consistent across all your marketing channels, including your website, social media, and advertising. This consistency will help build trust with your audience and reinforce your brand's message.

#5 Make it shareable

In today's digital age, social media is a powerful tool for spreading your brand's message. To make your story shareable, it should be visually appealing, easy to understand, and emotionally engaging. By creating shareable content, you can increase your brand's visibility and reach a wider audience.

Wrapping Up

The art of storytelling is a powerful tool in the crypto industry. By understanding your audience, developing a compelling narrative, using data to support your story, being consistent, and making it shareable, you can make your brand stand out in a crowded market.

As a crypto content writer, I have helped numerous brands develop their storytelling strategy, and I would love to help you too. If you're looking for a skilled crypto content writer, feel free to reach out to me.

About Tanmay Patange

Tanmay Patange is a talented crypto writer and content specialist with a strong passion for Blockchain and DeFi. With years of experience in the crypto industry, Tanmay has established himself as one of the best crypto writers in the market, providing insightful and well-researched content that is informative and engaging. His expertise includes writing on topics such as cryptocurrency, blockchain, and decentralized finance. He is a creative and analytical writer who has a knack for breaking down complex concepts into simple, easy-to-understand language. Tanmay's commitment to producing high-quality content has earned him a reputation as a reliable and sought-after crypto content marketer.

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[synchodai]

HBO's Continued Insistence on Dumbing Down Westerosi Politics

So there have been countless thinkpieces already on how GOT simplified the feudalist politics of Westeros (by giving a lowborn sellsword lordship over The Reach, by having no consequences for destroying the Sept of Baelor, etc.), but I haven't seen a lot of people talking about that for House of the Dragon.

The worst being that the show presupposes that Rhaenyra is the lawful heir when the books showed there are plenty of lawful arguments why she wouldn't be.

Mind you that I've been enjoying the show a lot so far. This is just to vent out my frustration with the writers' failure to fully engage with the values and protocols of the Middle Age-inspired setting. The show seems uninterested in laws of the Realm in a story ostensibly about politics, save for when they're using it as an excuse to amplify depictions of sex and violence.

Blacks vs Greens wasn't a matter of misunderstanding of who each side thought Viserys wanted on the throne. It was the Targaryens' belief of their absolute authority clashing with the Realm's established traditions. Everyone always knew who Viserys chose as heir. In Fire and Blood, Grand Maester Orwyle said as much when he was parleying with Rhaenyra on behalf of the Greens.

Rhaenyra heard his terms in stony silence, then asked Orwyle if he remembered her father, King Viserys. "Of course, Your Grace," the maester answered. "Perhaps you can tell us who he named as his heir and successor," the queen said, her crown upon her head. "You, Your Grace," Orwyle replied. And Rhaenyra nodded and said, "With your own tongue you admit I am your lawful queen. Why do you serve my half-brother, the pretender?" Munkun tells us that Orwyle gave a long and erudite reply, citing the Andal law and the Great Council of 101. Mushroom claims he stammered and voided his bladder. Whichever is true, his answer did not satisfy Princess Rhaenyra.

(For non-F&B readers: Munkun is the Grand Maester who served Aegon III, the king who came after this civil war. Munkun's book, The Dance of the Dragons, A True Telling, is one of Fire and Blood's source texts. Mushroom is the King Landing court jester from Viserys I to Aegon III's reign. One is a source written with academic rigor but is secondhand at best. The other is a firsthand eyewitness account but is from a literal fool who will take every chance to make things more scandalous and sexual to please the crowd.)

In House of the Dragon, they replaced Orwyle with Otto and Orwyle's discussion of legal precedent with Otto handing Rhaenyra a book page from Alicent. It's quite evident here that the writers, much like Mushroom, thought a discussion on the actual laws of the Realm were negligible in this story about a succession war.

Even Alicent made no pretense that Viserys chose Rhaenyra over her children and I have no idea why the HBO writers decided to make her mistakenly think otherwise. Maybe they thought a queen regent pushing her son to take the throne over another woman made her appear unsympathetic as a character, but if anything, this only makes show!Alicent less politically savvy and more delusional than her book counterpart, fully believing an addled king's vague muttering on his deathbed was sufficient grounds to change heirs last minute.

Book!Alicent following Andal laws instead of her husband's wishes makes sense given her Andal upbringing, her devotion to the Faith of the Seven which enforces said laws, and her desire to protect her children from Rhaenyra given that Rhaenyra has shown she's not above murdering family (see: Laenor).

In the books, there was a long discussion between the former king's council on who should succeed Viserys.

Here are the arguments for Rhaenyra:

Rhaenyra was older than her brothers and had more Targaryen blood

the late king had chosen her as his successor, that he had repeatedly refused to alter the succession despite the pleadings of Queen Alicent and her greens

hundreds of lords and landed knights had done obeisance to the princess in 105 AC, and sworn solemn oaths to defend her rights.

Here are the arguments for Aegon II:

many of the lords who had sworn to defend the succession of Princess Rhaenyra were long dead [...]

Ironrod, the master of laws, cited the Great Council of 101 and the Old King’s choice of Baelon rather than Rhaenys in 92

the hallowed Andal tradition wherein the rights of a trueborn son always came before the rights of a mere daughter

Ser Otto reminded them that Rhaenyra’s husband was none other than Prince Daemon, and “we all know that one’s nature. Make no mistake, should Rhaenyra ever sit the Iron Throne, it will be Lord Flea Bottom who rules us, a king consort as cruel and unforgiving as Maegor ever was [...]”

Should the princess reign [...] Jacaerys Velaryon would rule after her. “Seven save this realm if we seat a bastard on the Iron Throne.”

Once again, the show chose to cut out this long political discussion. Instead, the council had already made up their mind and decided to stage a coup (when in their perspectives from the books, it would definitely not be a coup).

For all their marketing how two sides are equally grey, HotD is actively delegitimizing Aegon II. The strongest argument for him is how his claim follows the laws of the Realm, but the show doesn't seem to care about the laws of the Realm or the political need to maintain a more predictable/tested transfer of power.

Instead, the show focuses on Viserys's relationship with his daughter and the mysticism of the Targaryen bloodline. In doing so, they emphasize Rhaenyra's strongest arguments for succession — that she's more of a Targaryen than her half-brother and that her father prefered her.

And what for? Because in our modern-day, we don't have male-prefered inheritance and people can only imagine misogyny as the only injustice here? What about the injustice of a monarch exercising absolute control, thinking that his "superior" heritage makes him above the established laws of the native people?

This is not to say Aegon II is unquestionably the heir. But this is to say that the show removed the political nuance of why people are questioning in the first place. Precedence isn't the end-all-be-all of succession, but neither is "because daddy said so".

[deancasforcutie]

Reminder that Castiel is ＡＵＴＩＳＴＩＣ

Gay Pride AND Disability Pride icon let's gooo 🏳️‍🌈♾️

[artstatues]

sweet boy. - a.w‎‎‎‎‎

wc : 339

pairings : aaron warner x fem!reader

synopsis : unfortunately, aaron's been extremely busy the past couple of days.

warnings : workaholic aaron, nothing much tho.

a/n : short drabble. writing mood today but had 0 ideas for the last hour or two, finally came up with this lmao

taglist : @never-enough-novels @reminiscentreader @kozumesphone @lxvebelle @shuhuaspookie

@off-to-the-r4ces @starrynightsxo @flowers-for-em

you sat on the office couch, eyes directed at your too focused boyfriend rather than the book in your hands. you loved aaron, you really did, but he’s been awfully busy for the last few days, too busy to give you any attention. only short good mornings, or good nights. he��d be gone when you woke up, and absent when you went to bed. you were sure he’s absolutely exhausted. the bags under his eyes becoming more prominent day by day. only did he look up from his laptop screen, or his papers say “oh, hello love,” or something like that.

you understood him. you knew he wanted to rave about how much he loved you, you knew how he wanted to lay in your lap and watched as you went on about your day. yet, he couldn’t. he has a full time job as the supreme commander. oh how you missed your aaron.

every time you’ve called him over to take a break, he’d simply say “5 more minutes love, i promise.” but did he fulfill those promises? no. just sweet nothings. 

“love?” he called.

“yes aaron?” you smiled down at him, staring at you from your lap.

“how was your day?” he inquired, causing you to put your book down.

“so-.....”

“aaron?” you tried, looking up from your book, some form of despair in your eyes, and your tone. “yes, love?” he looked up from his screen. you’re sure that was the first time he made full eye contact with you in the last 7 hours. you've been on this couch for 3. it’s 10.36 pm. “c’mere?” you patted your lap. his eyes looked dead, his eye bags only slightly covered by the frame of his working glasses. he unexpectedly got up and walked closer towards you. soon enough, he found peace on your lap, laying down sideways, staring at god knows what. you gently ran your hands into his hair, playing with a few strands. “oh my sweet boy.” you hummed.

how you’ve missed this…

[veri-xo]

i’ll be the love of your life - aaron warner x reader

wc: 311 (yes it’s criminally tiny but i wrote this in like 10 minutes bear with me)

summary: inside your head, after your break up, you still have dreams where you’re still together. little do you know, aaron does too.

pairings: aaron warner x reader

warnings: angst, post-break up depression (ish), pining, some swearing, light sexual content (innuendos and referenced wet dreams, nothing actually happens)

tag list: @mp-littlebit @his-littlefox @pockyyasii @kaffeeine @f4iry-bell

@jamcarven @clarissaweasley-10 @benny1989fredd @123letsgobestie @tornqdowarnings (been a minute since I posted anything here, lmk if you don’t wanna be tagged anymore)

READER

You wake up panting.

Your dream had been rather interesting to say the least.

Ever since your break up with Aaron, every once in a while you would dream of him. It was stupid. You hadn’t seen him in months yet you still couldn’t get over him.

The dreams had a wide range. In some, it was the day of your break up. Others it was some of you favorite memories with him.

Others were more…scandalous.

Just like this last one. Cursing yourself, you get up to head to the bathroom for a very cold shower. This was your third one this week. It was Tuesday.

You didn’t know why you were having such frequent dreams of him. You shouldn’t even have been thinking of him! Yet here you were again, waking up hours before your alarm to take a cold fucking shower.

You wonder whether or not he still thinks of you…

AARON

Aaron did think of you. A lot. And not always innocently.

He woke up quite early. Earlier than usual, which meant early that could be considered late. His dream had been very��realistic. He could still feel your skin against his, hear your quiet moans, taste your—

No. He had to stop thinking of you. The two of you were finished. Done. End of story. He got up, sighing, and headed to the bathroom for a cold shower. God knows he needed it.

He looks in the mirror, running a hand through his hair. His phone was on the counter. He still had your number saved…

Before he could talk himself out of it, Aaron picked up his phone and went to your contact. His finger hovered over the call button, unsure whether or not he should proceed. It was an ungodly hour. You were most likely asleep…

Fuck it.

Aaron pressed call listening to the ringing. He had fully expected it to go to voicema—

“Aaron?”

“Hi, love.”

[m00neroni]

the concept of writing fanfiction is like so anti-capitalistic that it makes me wanna moan everytime I contribute to it

[scarlet-sam-chaos]

poseidon would like to know where the mortal repellent is ✨

“DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?”

He squinted again. No he didn’t but- Ithaca? Oh, that's where he wanted to go, wasn't it? Home. Thats where Penelope was-

Odysseus, eyes barely focusing, staggered forward. "Penelope?" he croaked, his voice cracking. "Is it really you?"

His crew were all kneeling. Well, Penelope deserved no less.

Or, Odysseus, exhausted and delirious after 9 days of being awake, mistakes Poseidon for Penelope. This changes everything and nothing.

or, i wrote another crack fic. yall seemed to like the ody/zeus one anyway 😂

[lupins-hehim-pussy]

I wanna know ur Fontaine msq criticisms 👁️👁️👂I’m all ears

I'm not sure if you wanted me to talk about this secretly or publicly but! Here I go!

The TLDR: Fontaine MSQ aestheticised prison, poverty, child abuse, the justice system/court and didn't properly address any of it.

More:

Focalors/Furina has way too much of a sympathetic angle for a dictator who's lets people drown with her inaction.

Neuvillette feels Bad for sentencing some people to death/prison, but that's it. He's one of the most powerful people in Fontaine. If he felt like there are systemic injustices, I.E sending an abused Child to prison, he should be the first person to DO something about it, not just cry and be sad so the audience can be like aw, that's complex character writing isn't it? No it's not! And guilt doesn't absolve you!!!!!!! (These are stuff we deal with in OTCOJ read my fic now /j)

Meropide has children in it, both Sentenced there (Wriothesley) and BORN THERE (Lanoire), and this is just a quirk of the place. Not only that, Meropide accepts prisoners of all genders and crimes. There are abusers and abuse victims in one place. Do you know how bad that is? How much potential for crimes to happen in a place like that�� oh wait, Meropide isn't under Fontaine's jurisdiction. If you are assaulted as an inmate it literally means nothing to the court.

Wriothesley had no qualifications when he took over. Depending on how long he lived on the streets, how old he was when he killed his parents, how old he was when he was first taken in by the orphanage, etc, the man might never have more than 4–5 years of formal education. Sigewinne probably had to teach him how to write reports. And do Meropide's spreadsheets. Edit because I forgot to elaborate on this one: This isn't a point brought up anywhere, which is bad, because when poverty and incarceration robs you of a proper education (and the rights to vote in many places too, too, by the way), it reduces your prospects for jobs, reduces many people's ability to get a home etc etc. Wriothesley was just, narratively, Given his position.

Meropide is an industrialized prison, and they portray this as a good thing. Prisoners are paid in coupons for their labour, and this is also portrayed as a good thing.

The One-Meal-A-Day reform was something Paimon gushed about being so great of a perk, that people might want to go to jail for food (could be interesting and reflective of systemic poverty if MHY had brains, but they don't, so I was just Pissed because essentially all Paimon wanted to say was "Prison isn't so bad, but still don't go to prison guys! Prison labour is really hard!"). By the way, in most real-world prisons they are obligated to feed you three meals a day. Because that's how much food a human needs. MHY went with one meal just so they can say "if you want to eat more, you have to work." And then the welfare meal is a goddamn gacha. So imagine you're a starving child who's too weak to work in the fucking robot assembly line, and you wander up for your first meal in 24 hours, only to luck in with a shit one. I'd kill myself.

They wrote Wriothesley, who's a victim of the system, into a guy who's say shit like "I'm the Duke I can do whatever I want" for a cool moment where he choke-slams an inmate (I know he was a bad guy. But also, in copaganda when cops are violent/disregarding protocols, they are always only portrayed to do that against bad guys, so what does our critical thinking tells us about this one?) They wrote Wriothesley, who was an inmate of a prison so bad, so notorious that it is the literal boogeyman of Fontaine, that has a legal (???) fighting pit, with an administrator who abuses his position to be unreasonable, to willingly stay in the place and become an Administrator who would choke-slam an inmate while saying a cool line about how he has the power to do whatever he wants. They wrote him, the guy who had to be fed on the streets by melusines, to think one-meal-a-day was a good enough reform (while he spends god-knows how much on his boat). This wasn't a victim-turns-into-abuser narrative either, they want all this to be seen as positive character growth.

And then, the final kicker is, they gloss over his entire abuse. You can only read about these shit in his profile, which most people don't because they don't Have Him or doesn't care to unlock it/read it online, and they jammed his entire backstory into a flaccid info-dump at the end of his character story quest. This man isn't Allowed to feel abused and neglected and show any reaction to it within the narrative of Fontaine itself, because if they actually Gave Weight to what happened to him, they'd have to confront THE FUCKING JUSTICE SYSTEM they had NO PLANS on criticising. I don't think they ever explicitly said the fucking Crime-Theatre nonsense was Bad either.

I could go on, but this is already so long. But yeah, I hope this gave you an idea.

[dominimoonbeam]

To The Edge - 16

This work is mine and I do not give consent for my works to be used, copied, published, or posted without my permission. I am sharing chapters as I work on this story but it is copyrighted material that I plan to rework and publish when completed.

story tags: scifi romance, hijinks in space, rogues learning to trust, violence, blood, guns, death, explicit language, so much kidnapping, self harm,

Works organized and easily found over on the patreon. <3

TO THE EDGE - CHAPTER 16.

Rory grinned at the way their eyes flared, their whole expression screaming, “are you insane?” at him. They were always so easy to read. Right now, his bounty was thinking something like “but you have the guns? How can you expect me to deal with this?” Really, he should try to teach them how to school those reactions. They must be shit at bluffing. But he wasn’t that good of a person. He liked being able to see their feelings all over their face and was more than a little excited to put a deck of cards in their hand and win that jacket right off their back.

The mercenary took another step closer, looming over Rory’s side. “Back the fuck up, flyboy.”

The edges of Stardust’s lips twitched. They mouthed, flyboy, trying and only barely succeeding not to laugh.

Rory rolled his attention to the side, looking past the barrel at the mercenary. He smiled too, but he didn’t think it would look as cute as Stardust’s. “Hey, I get it, you’ve come to collect the high born. Give us a minute.” And then he looked at Stardust again. He was still smiling, but suddenly it didn’t feel as sharp. “I’m totally serious. This is on you.”

His bounty stomped a foot. “That’s stupid!”

“I can’t save you every time, Stardust.” He could, be he definitely wasn’t ready to unpack why he felt so willing to take on that job.

Their eyes widened and he knew they’d alighted on a point to help their cause. “You don’t let me carry any guns.” They waved both hands up and down their body as if he didn’t already know exactly what they were wearing and what they had in each pocket.

“Are you kidding?” the mercenary snapped, louder.

Rory enjoyed pretending he hadn’t heard him and instead nodded at Stardust. “Okay, fair point, you’re not armed.” He moved one hand slowly across his chest, toward a holster.

“Hey!” the merc with the gun aimed at his head warned, pushing the barrel against his temple.

“Here,” Cosmic said, lifting one gun from the holster by the butt, pinky finger out like it was a teacup.

Another mercenary took aim. “Put it down!”

The corridor of shoppers and sellers flinched back from the scene, wanting to watch but not wanting to get shot when things finally popped off.

Cosmic curled his lip again. “Yes, I’m handing over my weapon. That’s what you want, right? Now you’ll get my bounty and my gun.”

Stardust smiled. “Really?” They took the gun he offered and he could see they were surprised when the mercenaries didn’t immediately change their focus to them.

That surprise turned quickly to offense and Rory had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. They were still yelling at Cosmic to drop the second gun. Now that he’d moved, they wanted him to keep going. They wanted him to back up and turn—to get on the ground with his hands out where they could see them.

 “So, I get to keep this, right Cosmic?” Stardust asked.

He heard the subtle change in their voice. Were they annoyed because no one was seeing them as a threat or was it the way they were yelling at him now? Rory grinned. “No! It’s not a gift, you shit. I’m just letting you borrow it.”

“Walk over here slowly, primer,” one of the mercenaries shouted.

The other, the one beside them with a barrel bruising a spot on Rory’s temple, shoved at his head again. “Toss the second gun.”

He didn’t break eye contact with Stardust. He wouldn’t give them the compliment, but that primer had ice water in their veins. They might not be able to bluff for shit, but they didn’t flinch either.

“It can be like the jacket,” they said, still ignoring their imposing audience. Were they stalling? “We’ll share it!” Stardust suggested, still holding his gun like a strange object they didn’t know how to handle.

Were they waiting him out?

Eventually he’d have to bring this scene to an end if they didn’t do it. “This is not like the jacket! We are not sharing,” he said, but he was smiling. “We’re not even sharing the jacket. We just haven’t decided who it belongs to. In fact, you should let me hold it, so you don’t get any holes in it…”

“Thanks for the confidence… And forget it. I’m getting buried in this thing.”

“What? The hell you are! You’re not getting buried in our jacket! No one gets buried outside the prime anyway. That’s gross.”

“You two are fucking cracked,” the nearest mercenary grumbled, shoving Rory a stumbling step back and grabbed Stardust by the arm. He still had his gun levelled on Rory, but his shoulders relaxed and his eyes rolled.

“Fine,” Stardust said, still not looking at the guy even as he jerked them up onto their toes and pulled them a step back. “I’ll get cremated then.”

Rory raised an eyebrow, hands still up. Another step and he’d have to pull. He might get shot but it was better than letting them actually walk away with his primer. “Stop it. You’re not getting cremated in it either. It’s mine and, let’s just be real fucking clear, if you kick the bucket out here, I’m taking all of your shit. All of it. Even those nasty caramel coffees. You owe me a fortune at this point, the least you can do is give me the jacket!”

The mercenary lowered the gun he’d had pointed at Rory from head to chest and started to turn Stardust.

The muscles in Rory’s arm tensed, about to move, when he saw something shift in the primer. As soon as the barrel moved, as soon as he didn’t have it aimed at his head, they dropped the gun balanced on their palm into their other hand, fingers in place like they’d been born holding a weapon. The first blast was muffled by body armor and flesh, but it sent everything into motion.

Cosmic stepped in close, right up against their side, a bullet whizzing just past his head. His arm braced their back, keeping them close to him.

Screams rang out in the corridor of shops.

The mercenary slumped to his knees beside them and Stardust raised their gun arm, firing off two more shots and dropping two more bodies.

The crowd exploded, running in all directions. That wouldn’t last long. They’d be rushing back in to rob the dead just as soon as they realized the shots were over.

“Huh,” Cosmic said, an arm still around their back. He surveyed the scene. Three shots. Three bodies. “I’ll admit, I didn’t realize you could shoot that well.”

Stardust’s head whipped to the side to gawk at him. “Excuse me? What? You didn’t think a primer could shoot?”

He nodded, no reason to lie. “I guess neither did they.”                         

They turned to face him, almost no space between them. “Did you forget my last name?”

Rory huffed a laugh. “No, I didn’t forget what family you come from… I guess I just assumed you’d learned to kick up a mess and then let your guards handle it.” He hadn’t wondered how they’d survived being a magnet for trouble in the prime. Their name alone should be enough to keep them safe in the cradle of the Solar Court.

“What makes you think I had guards? I never said that,” they pointed out and he couldn’t help but notice that they hadn’t moved—hadn’t put any space between them.

“Hm… You’re right. You never said you had any guards,” Rory conceded.

Their mouth curved into a beautiful, devious grin. “So, that puts the score at six to one?”

“What? No, that’s only half a save. I was helping by being distracting. The score is now six to zero point five.”

They gave his chest a shove. “You stingy shit!”

He laughed, rubbing the spot like it hurt—like he wasn’t trying to press the feel of their hand into his skin. “I’m not just going to hand you the points.”

Stardust rolled their eyes but leaned in again, lifting and sliding his borrowed gun back into the leather against his ribs.

His heart beat faster and his breath caught in a way he had not been prepared for.

They were staring back at him, clocking that reaction with a sly flash of teeth in their smile.

“Well,” he exhaled and turned. “I can’t say I hate the way you put that gun back in my holster…”

Smug looked good on Stardust.

He wove through the lanes of the market back to the edge, knowing that Stardust was right on his heels. They stopped at the pick-up depot before the break off to the parking limbs of the station. A scan of his optic implant and their purchases arrived on a conveyor belt. “Grab that box of coffee drinks and let’s get out of here before whatever crime syndicate playing law in this station shows up.” Hopefully they wouldn’t have any affinity for these mercenaries. It was hard to know who would care—if anyone. It was all business. Getting killed holding a gun was just a bad day. “…Nice shots, Stardust,” he added when they slid past the edge of the market and down one of the parking corridors.

“I’m thinking it could use some more practice drawing though,” they said, surprising him.

“Hm? Practice? Like, you want me to find you a holster and—”

“No, like, you wear the holster and I draw.”

Rory rolled his head to the side to glance at them. They were serious. “Oh.” They couldn’t mean it the way it sounded though. “You want to pull my gun from my holster?”

They nodded. “Wouldn’t it be great? No one is going to expect it and that way you can still carry them around for us.”

He frowned at that us being used. The guns were not communal property… “I’ll admit… I love the aesthetic… And it would be a way to surprise an enemy…” He imagined something like today—mercenaries or pirates thinking they had the jump on them, Rory’s hands full, and his primer just sliding in close and then lifting one of his guns free to shoot. “Okay. We can practice it on the ship. But you have to let me wear the jacket.”

“You know I’ll just—”

He groaned dramatically. “Yes, I understand you’re just going to try to steal it back…” But the aesthetic would be perfect if he had the jacket on. They had to see that. What were they doing if not creating the best scene?

Stardust bounced the crate of protein drinks but nodded. “Fine. Deal. We’ll practice. Oh, if you want, I can mix us some drinks later, you know, to celebrate now that we have supplies—”

He barked a laugh. “No, I do not want you to mix me another fucking drink!” It hadn’t quite been long enough for him to forget that trick…

[imminent-danger-came]

(2x05 Minor Scale) (4x06 Show Me the Monster)

"You're not real, you're just the curse of the scroll tryin' to get ALL up inside of my head, just like-"

"-the Lady Bone Demon?"

[artstatues]

Tangled, again? - n.i × k.k

wc: 423

pairings: nazeera ibrahim x kenji kishimoto, from shatter me.

synopsis: it's kenji and nazeera's movie date night. unfortunately, it's kenji's movie pick tonight.

warnings: nothing <3 oh a tickle war and a plushie being thrown

a/n: ive been thinking abt making this for daysss and its a bit short but its my first shatter me fic!! so yippeeeeee!

taglist: @never-enough-novels, @reminiscentreader, @kozumesphone, @sophiesonlinediary, @lxvebelle.

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Every friday night was Nazeera and Kenji’s movie date. They’ve never skipped a single one before, it was one of the little things they did to keep their relationship– alive, you could say.

Though unfortunately, tonight’s movie was Kenji’s pick. That means he’ll pick one particular movie: Tangled. The movie was his favorite, it was superior above others, yet Nazeera still didn't get why even after all his explanations.

“Tangled is not a cartoon, Nazeera. It’s a movie about love and independence and charm and–”

“Mhm. Got it.” 

Nazeera placed the popcorn bag into the microwave, then pressed a button before waiting, arms crossed. Kenji snuck up behind her and immediately found refuge in the crook of her neck while his hands wrapped around her waist. Nazeera gave a small, knowing chuckle before the microwave beeped and Kenji removed himself from her. 

Nazeera poured the popcorn into a bowl before finding her way to the couch and plopped down comfortably. Kenji held the TV remote with a grin she knew too well. “Soooo…..what should we watch?” Kenji questioned sarcastically, as if he’d opt for any of Nazeera’s movie recommendations. She was convinced this man had never liked nor watched any other movies besides Tangled before dating her.

“Ah yes, here we go!” Kenji smirked playfully while he clicked the play button on the remote. “Wait–” He ran back to the room, before grabbing a pascal plush he had gotten for Nazeera because he said “it suited her personality” He threw the plushie towards Nazeera’s direction, thinking it’d surprise her. She caught it with the smirk he used when he hit the play button.

“Tangled, again? Seriously Kenji–” Nazeera made an attempt to complain but Kenji cut her off, “Nazeera, it’s the best thing the cinematic universe has made. I’m gonna stick with my choice.” He grinned while an annoyed Nazeera rolled her eyes.

At this point, she’d nearly have every dialogue memorized, but it was worth it to see her boyfriend laughing and smiling. 

After a painful hour and 40 minutes, the TV screen finally turned black as the last of the end credits disappeared. “I think that was the best movie I’ve ever watched.” Kenji jeered sarcastically. “I’m choosing the worst movie possible next week.” Nazeera promised, only for Kenji to tackle her into the sofa and begin tickling her. “Nuh uh.” He smirked while Nazeera was wheezing and writhing against him. “I’m so– sick of Tang- Tangled–” Nazeera managed in between laughs. “Whatever, Pascal.” Kenji playfully rolled his eyes.

[caughtkuru]

oh trashcan man they’ll never get you the way i get you

[tr1ppykay]

i hate burnout + no internal monologue + thinking about everything all the time constantly adhd style, because i have so many fucking theory essays in my head and whenever i try to write them and get all of the nuances of my point across concisely my brain just goes: you can either ramble incoherently for 20 pages, or you can get cognitive overload and stare at a wall. no in between ❤️

[ekat-fandom-blog]

Instead of the Ric situation happening after KGBeast shot Dick, Dick died for a few seconds but came back because of how much previous exposure he's had to ghosts, the Lazarus Pits, death magic, and multiple gods/demigods. All of this combined caused him to become a halfa. It was a steep learning curve, but he managed to overcome it because of all of his connections.

He goes on a flight by himself in his ghost form one night and runs into Danny, who had been moonlighting as a fortune teller. Neither figure out the other's a halfa until a ghost cat burglar tries to steal from Danny.

[borderlandsresearcher]

If you want good smut, always consult with the asexuals