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lemmetreatya · 2 years ago

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tennis player!nanami whos so fucking determined to win his local majors, but even more grateful that he has a friendly opponent who's always willing to allow themselves to be what he matches himself up to.

but one thing tennis player!nanami knows about himself was that he was a man of great will but one of little resistance. when he thinks about it, tennis player!nanami believes your only flaw is that you were always so willing to use a person's weakness to your advantage — even if it meant losing at the extent of yourself.

how you'd bend a certain way when picking up stray balls, or the way you'd lean over the tennis net to taunt him to do better, or even how you refuse to wear the usual skorts, and always opted for wearing shortless tennis skirts when playing doubles against him. tennis player!nanami knew it was all a ploy but he struggles to deny it.

but one day, tennis player!nanami realises that he's had enough.

dusk had long gone and the usual park audience had trickled home. it left only you and tennis player!nanami underneath the darkening evening sun — the court only seeable via the lamps that dotted the pathwalks. the two of you had been playing sets all day but tennis player!nanami just hasnt been able to win. lose after lose after lose, so much so that tennis player!nanami aggressively slams his tennis racket against the tarmac with a loud ‘fuck’, the blonde man instantly walking away from the pitch just so you knew that his outburst wasn’t directly aimed at you.

but with a sweaty yet excited grin, you try and catch your breath as you place one hand on your hips and spin your racket in the other.

"come on, ken! you giving up already?"

and tennis player!nanami groans into his hand because he knows you're taunting him. he knows you're trying to gauge an exemplary reaction out of him but he’s savvy, he’s cunning, he thinks he’s better.

“i’m not giving up.” he says before beckoning you to his position off court. and stupidly you follow through because you’re so unaware of the darkening cloud that grows over his face.

“well, it kinda looks like you are to me!” you gleam.

but the smirk is quickly wiped off your face once tennis player!nanami lightly wraps his hand around your neck and pins you to the court cage as he hungrily captures your lips between his.

and its all so hot, very hot, because you can feel tennis player!nanami’s dick print press against your thigh and hiked skirt whilst his other hand fondles its way up your tennis vest. but as he subjects you to a lack of his resistance, all you can think to yourself is ‘finally’.

tennis player!nanami ends up viciously fucking you against the court cage, the unoiled cricketing against the pressure of the high fence no match for the loud slaps and moans that the two of you shared during sex. his core strength allowed him to hold you up against the cage as he pistoned his cock in and out of your easy-access cunt.

and it’s animalistic how tennis player!nanami almost growls upwards at the appearing moon, his stamina keeping him going way longer for someone who’s just been playing tennis for the past hour or two. the both of you moan into the others mouth, spit slicked lips and wet sexes — you’re sure you’ve never felt this full whilst this moist.

"i'll walk you home." tennis player!nanami says as he pulls his tennis shorts over his cock. you were well spent, still out of breath, but definitely in the mood to keep going — you’re not even sure where your knickers went.

"you don't even know where i live."

tennis player!nanami only huffs as he goes to pick up his, and your duffel bags, by the racket net. he slings them both over his shoulders with little to no care of your objection.

"don't need to, you're coming to mine." tennis player!nanami makes an effort to turn round and give you a look that signalled to hurry up. "we've still to finish what we've started."

#nanami #nanami kento #nanami x reader #nanami x black reader #nanami x black!reader #nanami smut #nanami jjk #nanami jujutsu kaisen #jjk smut #jjk x black reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen

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meatycube · 2 months ago

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the pathwalker class. more coming.

#osr #ttrpg community #ttrpg #meatcubeart #ms paint #dark fantasy art #ttrpg design #indie ttrpg

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ccaptain · 8 months ago

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Scrap everything I tentatively wrote about Kaeya's H:SR verse. I got it now.

Drafts and ideas for Kaeya's H:SR verse:

KAEYA ALBERICH, THAT CURIOUS FRIENDLY FELLOW YOU FEEL HE'S HIDING SOMETHING BUT HE'S ALSO KINDA?

Traveling from planet to planet, it's almost certaint that one will stumble into a cobalt-haired individual that will help them through their journey at zero cost, and never seems to want to part from his newly found friends. He's always happy to help.

However friendly and charming he may be, Kaeya hides a secret...

He has been appointed as an Emanator of Enigmata; he summons Mythos's power to alter, manipulate or outright fog away any knowledge he can find of his home in every planet he visits

His work has been consistent and by now most people who are in the known about his homeplanet are starting to forget how it was destroyed, and if said planet ever existed in the first place.

The destruction of his home planet was due to its inhabitants discovering some sort of forbidden knowledge harmful for the Aeons and trying to abuse it to their gain. This attracted either a pissed off Nanook's gaze or the gaze of many equally as pissed Aeons; as a result, the destruction of the planet was so absolute, and it has affected so many planets nearby for such a long time, that informations about it were seized by Remembrance, Preservation and in some cases even Erudition pathwalkers and restricted to particular planets in order to preserve the knowledge of this planet's existence and history

However, Mythos (aeon of Enigmata) and the History Fictionologists thought that keeping records of what happened to the planet was harmful, as history tends to repeat itself almost unconsciously, and the forbidden knowledge could resurface once more. Thus, Mythos found a survivor of the planet that was willing to go through hardships and loops to bury the harmful knowledge that his planet had abused, and due to their aligned goals and sensing his determination, cast their gaze on him and allowed Kaeya to tap into their power, making him an Emanator of Enigmata

Kaeya's eye is covered by an eyepatch to hide the heritage of his long lost planet; a mismatched golden eye with a black sclera. To anyone curious about it, he tells them the story of how a beast attacked him and clawed out his eye and he'd rather not expose the gore left of it. True to his words, there's elaborate layer of scars and make-up covering his real eye. The promise and sight of a gruesome story often turns most of them away

He usually wears gloves to cover his hands as a precaution; his bare touch is enough to start altering history and memories related to his planet, and under certains circumstances, of his own presence as well

He often disguises himself as a pathstrider of Erudition as an addictional insult to them, and occasionally of Nihility, in order to avoid detection and uncomfortable questions should one ever grow suspicious of him

Despite his ''occupation'', Kaeya prefers a more pacific approach to solving things; he's still a pragmatist and would rather talk things out than start a fight. He's silver tongued and has talked himself out of trouble more than once, instead of simply erasing traces of himself from one's memory and bolting

Tying to the above headcanon, Kaeya doesn't act out of maliciousness, nor he's evil; he acts out of worry that the same knowledge his home planet once discovered will resurface and be abused again. If to avoid another intergalactical catastrophe he has to carry out the mission to manipulate history, he will do it- and then, when all is sufficiently muddied, he'll be able to rest and enjoy a peaceful life. This is his goal. And it's a lonely path to walk.

#from another realm ━ (ooc)#read me like a book; will you? ━ (headcanons)#when everything starts making sense i know that its over for me. fml #no name for this verse yet bc i need to think about it some more and different opinions as if this really makes sense or im delusional #im begging h:sr folks to give me a reality check #you no longer know me; shrouded in the fog of mystery ━ (H:SR V. Headcanons)

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bratshaws · 1 year ago

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through the hourglass 141. brb x oc

a/n: I had a good time with my dad...it was good to take this break. Thank you for everyone who messaged me and checked on me, really, you guys are incredible and I couldn't thank you guys enough. Kinda short because of shitty connection but I hope you guys like it. Smut coming soon(reblogs and comments are super encouraged <3)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none uwu

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“So this is your school.”

“...it was.”

He sounded disappointed, with reason considering his high school looked…nothing like he remembered. He holds onto the front gates with his brows low, eyes moving at every corner he could find, hoping to see something that was similar to his brain, something that could wrack his memory. “They removed the old gym,” he mutters, pressing his face harder against the iron bars and squinting under the gentle falling now “And built it so much farther from the school building. Look,” he couldn’t even put his arm through the bars to show it to Beatrice but his wife approached him with Nicole nonetheless.

“That…gray building was your gymnasium?”

“It was rich green back then,” he mutters “They painted for St.Patrick’s day in 1956 and never changed it…until now I guess…at least the tree is still there and they added a pathwalk around it.”

“It wasn’t there before?”

“No, it was just fuckin’ hard earth.” he chuckles as he reminisces, “And some grass that looked like someone just spat it on the ground…” he walks to the left a bit, trying to see more of the glass doors that were covered with cards and ‘Merry Christmas’ signs on it…alongside a large vinyl illustration that Beatrice had to squint her eyes to see better.

“Is that a bobcat?”

“Yeah, we used to call him Bob but I’m sure that wasn’t his name.” he frowns more, “They gave him a goatee, that’s terrible.”

Beatrice felt a bit bad because of Rooster’s constant disappointment in showing her about his past, when in reality it was actually really fun. Their schools weren’t that different, except, well, hers didn’t have a tree…and the gym wasn’t that big…and of course the school building had two floors and the basement of her school was haunted but it was still good! She approached her husband, keeping Nicole wrapped inside her jacket and smiled up at him, “You are pouting.” she giggles, seeing that he immediately pouted more, “Roos, things change, I mean, it’s been over ten years since you’ve been here,right?”

“I mean,yeah.”

“It’s okay honey,” she kisses his covered shoulder, then his jawline, “I still like your school…did you have fun here?”

“I did.” he pauses, “A little.I got in a lot of trouble here too. I fought,” he sputters, “I don’t know, half of the bullies? No one bothered me once I started working out. I know most of my teachers hated that I did that…’You are good boy Bradley’ ‘Don’t let your anger control you,Bradley’, my mom was called to school too often.”

“You mentioned that.”

“She did get mad.” he mumbles, eyelids lowering, “You know? She’d get mad at me, she’d scold me and we’d fight for a few seconds then we’d make up with ice cream or she’d take me to the movies…we never got really angry at each other for too long.” until that day after he was refused entry in the Navy. “...anyway, let’s move on.”

“Where to?”

“I can’t show you the inside because, well, it’s closed…I dunno if they’d even let me do it.” he murmurs, holding the bars tighter then pushing himself away with a light impulse, “We can take a walk around the park I used to go, but-” he looks up with a frown, “Maybe we should go back to the cabin, we spent a good chunk of time outside.”

Beatrice follows his gaze to see the clouds were getting darker and darker, meaning they’d better go back or else they’d be stuck in this area and wouldn’t be able to return. Nicole, who was just having a blast, bounced on Beatrice’s arms as they walked back to the car, making her father smile towards her once he opened the back door so Bea could latch her in, “I swear, she has so much energy for a six months old.”

“She does,” Nicole’s cute little ‘mama!’ when Beatrice kissed her and placed her on the seat made her mother laugh, “My mother said that if she’s like this now it means the terrible twos won’t be so bad.”

“Really?”

“Well,” she pushes the door closed,”She said the same about Sabrina and she set my nonna’s curtain on fire when she was one and a half.” she blinks at him, “And she was considered a ‘calm’ baby.”

Rooster didn’t know if he should be worried or surprised, then he chose to turn the subject towards Bea, “But you were a calm baby.”

“I was.”

“Did you ever set anything on fire?”

“No,” she giggles, “But I used to bring insects into the house, I especially loved ladybugs.” she heard him whisper a ‘of course you would’. “And…maybe I brought some birds, some…cats and dogs I found on the street, abandoned…the cats never stayed ‘cause Leo is allergic, but the dogs? The dogs did.”

Rooster chuckles, his chest moving for a brief second, “You’d do that, you are just a Disney princess in real life.” her cheeks immediately turn red, “Every day I think you’ll wake up singing and the birds will help you get ready.” he wiggles his fingers, the gloves creaking when he does so, “Like Cinderella–wait, no, Cinderella has a shitty family life…who’s the best one? Oh,I know, Belle.”

“Belle?”

“I had a crush on Belle.” he smirks, “What can I say? Brunettes are my one,” he steps closer, “And only,” his arms wrap around her waist and hers go around his neck, “Weakness…and if their names start with ‘B’?” he whistles lowly, “Don’t even get me started.”

Beatrice smiles at him even more, cupping his cheeks with her gloved hands and bringing their lips together in a repetitive flurry of kisses that left the two blushing harder, a mix of their own teenage like feelings and the cold, ‘We better get out of her before it gets too cold to move,Roos.”

“I agree…one more kiss tho.” he does kiss her one final time, loving how her cherry chapstick left its taste on his lips when he licked them, “Alright, atta girl.” he swats her ass cheek as she turns around, opening the passenger door for her and waiting until she was inside fully.

Bradley entered the car a few minutes before the snow intensified so he wasted no time stalling, driving off from his school towards the cabin. It was quite a trek to go there, but it was fine, the snow was only getting stronger behind them so it was easy to reach the cabin without worries.

Well, of course it was much better to stay inside once the snow landed heavily on the roof and the outside turned one singular color instead of the different shades they were seeing before. Beatrice held Nicole to her chest, their daughter laughing happily when she saw the snow piling on the window, stretching her little arm towards the glass as if she wanted to touch it “Wow, good thing we left,Roos, look.”

“Yeah, it’s going to be bad,” he murmured,”The weather app said it’s a red alert for this region.”

Beatrice turned around with her eyes wide, panic in her green irises, “Wait, really?”

“Yep, but don’t worry,we’ll be okay. It won’t be as bad as the first time we got here.”

“Okay-” she was about to say more but she felt her phone buzzing in her pocket, pulling it out one handed to check who it was “...oh it’s Evelyn.”

“Yea?” he calls from the kitchen, ripping a cocoa packet open as soon as he poured the hot milk in his mug, “What does she want?”

Privacy, Beatrice thinks,”Just to talk…can you stay with Nikki for a bit?” he stops what he was doing and Bea has to chuckle at his boyish grin when he walks over to the two, picking Nicole from her arms and kissing her cheek over and over, “I’ll be right back.”

“Alright,” he didn’t want to pry but Beatrice left the living room area in a hurry, locking the door behind her once she reached the master bedroom, leaving her husband looking in the direction she disappeared into with a frown on his face.

Beatrice licked her lips once she was alone, then frowned, “Weird.” two missed calls…wasn’t it around seven in the morning in California? Beatrice blinked, then shook her head before pressing Evelyn’s name, almost jumping in surprise when her friend picked in the very first ring, ‘...Ev?’ she asks after a few minutes of silence.

“...hi,sorry for bothering you guys during your holiday week.”

“Um no, no it’s okay. What happened?”

Another pause, longer this time, “...I just wanted someone to talk to.” she whispered, “I’m in Jake’s family home in Texas.”

“Oh I didn’t know you were uh…traveling.”

“Me either.”

“...are you okay?”

Beatrice hears her friend sigh, then her feet walking around the room, “...I…I got kinda sick these past days, while we were here.” she explains, “And so I went to the doctor, a family friend of Jake’s…to…check.” Beatrice felt a cold claw coming up in her stomach, the fear palpable, “And see if the Pumpkin is okay.”

“...and?”

“He is okay.”

Beatrice sighed out in relief, almost falling on the floor but managing to do so by sitting on the bed, falling onto the mattress as she rubbed her forehead, “Oh thank God.” she whispered, “I’m so happy to hear that,Ev.”

“...Yeah.Me too…it was really fucking scary,Bea.” she says softly, “I thought–it was scary. The doctor told me it was normal, nothing to worry about, that it was because of the plane and the jetlag and whatnot…he said if it were twins it’d be much worse.”

Beatrice’s eyes snapped open, her body rigid, ‘...what?”

“Yeah, if it was twins and I was feeling like this,he said it’d be worse. I didn’t want him to elaborate as you know I wasn’t really in the mood to do it. It was just a random comment, nothing more.” but that made something within Beatrice panic. What does that mean? What sort of thing was she feeling? Should she be worried? What was she going to do?

‘But…um…what exactly were you feeling?” what should she look for on the trip back?

“Just really heavy nausea, some headaches.My body hurt too, that was all I was feeling.”

“Ah…I see.”

Both of them remained silent for a second, then she hears Evelyn walk around again, “...Bea.”

“Yeah?”

“You got quiet.”

I’m worrying about the little beans inside of me so there’s a reason I’m worried but I don’t want you to worry “It’s nothing,Ev. I’m just…well,it’s scary. I didn’t know that it could happen.”

“The doctor said stress also fucks you up so…that could be why? I’ve been really tired ever since my parents found out about it.”

“Oh…I’m sorry Ev.”

“Oh it’s okay…I’m okay now.Jake’s mom is making me uh…I don’t know, something that smells nice and I didn’t want Jake to worry and I couldn’t call Shells because you know how she’d get.”

“Haha,yeah.” but her laugh sounds so nervous, she really didn’t need that right now…stress…stress causes a lot of things. So what should she do? What could she do? Maybe she should stay…quiet inside the room and not move at all- even if she planned things this week, hell even if Rooster had things planned- no, no she shouldn’t let the paranoia take over her especially since it’d be a good week…

Maybe she should tell Rooster later, he’d understand…right? Yeah, of course.

“Anyway,I’m sorry Bea…for the sudden call and message.”

“It’s totally okay,Ev.”

“...can I ask you something,though?”

“Sure,anything.”

“Do you think you can call your aunt? The witch lady?”

“...sure? Why?”

‘Just so maybe she can give me some tips on how to not freak out so much during my pregnancy,” she laughs “You know,I’m glad you already had Nikki, it’s a terrible feeling to have when you are pregnant, it really is.” she didn’t hear Beatrice’s hard swallow, “Anyway.I’m going to go now,I’ll talk to you soon okay?”

“Y-Yeah,sure! S-See you!” they end the call and Beatrice stays seated on the bed, mind running miles per minute before she sighs,rubbing her face with both hands, looking down at her phone for a few seconds…Only for then decide that maybe she should call her aunt now.

#bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x oc #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x female reader #bradley bradshaw x named reader #tgm oc #tgm fic #tgm fanfiction

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rowonlgc · 2 months ago

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QUACKED UP ( w. ) @lgcbk

“byeongkwan, just the man i wanted to —” QUAAACK! rowon stops abruptly, his sights trailing to the yellow blob peeking out from under his foot. he shifts his heel. QUAAAaaak… oh, ancestors that be. it’s duck fury. he had stepped on duck fury. he scrambles to pick up the poor thing, quickly rubbing off all the mud and dirt from the squeaky companion that he’d gifted byeongkwan as a truce for cheating on a drinking game two fortnights ago.

... wait. something’s off. duck fury has always been dutifully attached to its owner. what is it doing, laying here several distances away? and what is byeongkwan doing, taking a nap in the middle of a pathwalk?

eyes narrowed, rowon makes his way over and nudges byeongkwan with his foot. no movement. he frowns and does it again, this time with more strength to turn him over. byeongkwan flops on his back like a dead fish. uh. “kwan. kwan.” he crouches down and shoves a finger under his friend’s nose. hm. without warning, rowon slaps him across the face. “hey.” another slap, harder. “hey.”

#lgc:gyeseung #lgcbk #* quacked up

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thatringboy · 7 months ago

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Now I’m so curious as to the Paths of the rwby characters omg. You said they’re gonna be mostly The Hunt, but that some are gonna change?

Yeah they’re all almost entirely The Hunt/the Path of their home nation with some exceptions.

For reference, Atlas follows Erudition, Mistral follows Harmony, Vale and Vacuo follow Hunt, White Fang follow Nihility, and the Grimm come from Propagation and Finality

Each character and their Path is what they are as of their most recent appearance in RWBY canon, whether that’s time of death, last scene, or as of the v9 epilogue. Some minor characters have not been included as I don’t believe they are necessarily Pathwalkers/forgot about them when this list was made. It’s safe to assume that any non-mentioned Huntsmen follow the Path of The Hunt

Additional note, the line in my post about there only being 4 Emanators in Remnant outside of Ozpin and Salem is still technically true as of the information that Ozpin knows. All other Emanators are mysteries to him and were not intentional. The wills of the Aeons is strange…

Team RWBY

Ruby Rose, The Hunt, wind

Weiss Schnee, The Erudition, ice

Blake Belladonna, The Harmony, formally Nihility, quantum

Yang Xiao-Long, The Preservation, fire

Team JNPR -> ORNJ

Jaune Arc, The Preservation, physical

Nora Valkyrie, The Destruction, lightning

Pyrrha Nikos, The Hunt, physical

Lie Ren, The Harmony, formerly The Hunt, physical

Oscar Pine, The Trailblaze, imaginary

Beacon Teachers

Ozpin, The Hunt, Emanator, formerly Permanence, Emanator, imaginary

Glynda Goodwitch, The Erudition, quantum

Bartholomew Oobleck, The Erudition, fire

Peter Port, The Erudition, physical

Beacon Alumni

Qrow Branwen, The Preservation, quantum

Raven Branwen, The Nihility, Emanator, quantum

Taiyang Xiao-Long, The Abundance, physical

Coco Adel, The Beauty, physical

Fox Alistair, The Hunt, physical

Velvet Scarlatina, The Hunt, imaginary

Yatsuhashi Daichi, The Hunt, formerly Remembrance, physical

Salem’s Circle

Salem, The Finality, Emanator, formerly The Propagation, Emanator, quantum

Cinder, The Destruction, Emanator, fire

Leonardo Lionheart, The Finality, formally Harmony, physical

Mercury Black, The Finality, formerly Nihility, physical

Emerald Sustrai, The Nihility, imaginary

Hazel Rainhart, The Nihility, formerly Preservation, lightning

Arthur Watts, The Finality, formerly Erudition, quantum

Tyrian Callows, The Finality, wind

Tock, The Finality, imaginary

Atlas Citizens

James Ironwood, The Abundance, Emanator, formally Preservation, physical

Winter Schnee, The Erudition, Emanator, ice

Clover Ebi, The Equilibrium, physical

Harriet Bree, The Equilibrium, physical

Vine Zeki, The Equilibrium, imaginary

Elm Ederne, The Equilibrium, imaginary

Marrow Amin, The Equilibrium, quantum

Robyn Hill, The Preservation, imaginary

May Marigold, The Preservation, quantum

Fiona Thyme, The Preservation, imaginary

Joanna Greenleaf, The Preservation, physical

Jacques Schnee, ew.

Willow Schnee, The Erudition, ice

Penny Polendina, The Erudition, Emanator, ice, formerly physical

The White Fang

Adam Taurus, The Nihility, fire

Ghira Belladonna, The Harmony, physical

Kali Belladonna, mother of Blake

Illia Amitola, The Trailblaze, formerly The Nihility, lightning

Fennec and Corsac Albain, The Nihility, fire & wind

These Two

Roman Torchwick, The Elation, physical

Neo Politan, The Elation, Emanator, quantum

Team SSSN -> SSSNN

Sun Wukong, The Trailblaze, imaginary

Scarlet David, The Hunt, wind

Sage Ayana, The Hunt, physical

Neptune Vasilias, The Preservation, lightning

Nolan Porfirio, The Hunt, lightning

Other Huntsmen

Arslan Atlan, The Hunt, physical

Bolin Hori, The Hunt, physical

Reese Chloris, The Hunt, quantum

Nadir Shiko, The Hunt, physical

Brawnz Ni, The Hunt, physical

Roy Stallion, The Hunt, physical

May Zedong, The Hunt, physical

Nebula Violette, The Hunt, physical

Dew Gayle, The Hunt, wind

Gwen Darcy, The Hunt, physical

Octavia Ember, The Hunt, fire

Maria Calavera, The Hunt, Emanator, quantum

Book Only

Carmine Esclados, The Beauty, wind

Bertilak Celadon, The Nihility, physical

If you’ve got any further questions about this AU, feel free to send them my way!!

#asks #honkai star rail #hsr #rwby #rwby au #hsr au

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papermonkeyism · 1 year ago

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Now that I'm back on my pathwalking bullshit, you'd think not having snow anymore to obscure tracks and set traps, and with dark of the night not really being a thing anymore would mean there's no more shenanigans

Today's episode includes such classics as

How to wipe spider webs off your face when you're not allowed to touch your nose because you walked through four different ones in a row

Ah, I see mosquitoes are back, and they enjoy my favourite routes too

And

*coming from the grocery store* "Oh, a path! Wonder where this one leads" and then an hour later remembering you bought cheese from the grocery store and you probably should have gotten it home and into the fridge half an hour ago.

#shut up paper

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riathedreamer · 1 year ago

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So I went to town today, heading for my fave shop, and on the wide pathwalk, there's this guy with a baby carriage heading toward me. So I move a bit to the left so he will have an easier time passing me, but he suddenly swerves and goes right in my direction. So I figure we are doing that weird dance you do when you both try to get out of the way but end up just continuing to block each other's path. So I swerve right, and he gets even closer but also goes right, so I look up, get eye-contact, then step to the left again and he does the same! And the guy is basically running me over with the carriage when he goes "What is wrong with you, Ria?"

And then I recognized the voice.

Anyway, turns out the guy is my brother with my nephew. He wasn't wearing glasses or a hat or anything. It's not like it'd be weird seeing him here either, we live in the same city. I saw him ten days ago.

I made freaking eye-contact without recognizing him and thought "what is wrong with this stranger".

I am faceblind, and I've been aware for years, and yep, it does make life so much more chaotic.

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unhallowedrp · 3 months ago

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SUBPLOTS PART ONE.

Each of our subplots contains a matching wanted ad to accompany it! We have a total of 6 subplots currently open, and 1 closed until further game development.

01. THE PATH WALKERS . . . DO THE GATES CONTINUE?

The Forest of Spores has always been off-limits. However, a pocket full of communities isolated themselves from the outside world. Bound by steel gates rising six feet tall, keeping grey broken fingers and hanging maws from their flesh, the villages divided themselves up into several smaller villages. Although each village operated independently, they were still a cooperative unit, utilizing the gated paths to trade material and crops that others lacked. If one village fell, another would take in their survivors to ensure prosperity. However, slowly over the last few years, the gates and paths attaching each village have been forbidden for exploration. Kept under lock and key, they started to rust with disuse, and any communication from the neighboring villages went completely silent. One village, The Path, has stood tall. "We're the last ones left," their Sisterhood proclaimed, their towering chapel dominating the horizon. "It's best we start acting like it." But those who remember when the villages were first constructed also remember strength in unity. The gates were a safety measure, not an opportunity for isolation. Without it, the village suffered. Despite some murmured disagreement, The Path operated under the leadership of the Sisterhood, and the gates remained guarded. "To open them is a death sentence," they told them all, "God can only protect us within our own village." A large majority of the community took their word for law, attributing their survival to how the Sisterhood ran The Path. Others, however, saw isolation as selfish, power-hungry, and an inevitable damnation of their village's population. Although the paths have been forbidden, any who dare to stray too close are punished, and a select few have started to group and question what happened to the other villages. . . One group, dubbing themselves The Path Walkers - or simply The Walkers - have formed together in an attempt to understand what the Sisterhood and the Guardianship have been hiding. SUBPLOT ROLES: - Sister Agnes (Open, Jessica Lange) - The Sisterhood (0/8, Open) - Guardianship Leader (Open) - Guardianship (1/10, Open) - Pathwalker Leader (Open) - Pathwalkers (2/6, Open)

02. BREAKING NEWS: MURDER IN RIVERWALK TOWN!

Along the James River, a community of shanty town boats put along from month to month, powered by generators, solar panels, and water-powered electricity. Riverwalk Town established itself as a major hub of commerce in central Virginia, capable of sustaining its community due to its unique homestead. Unlike most settlements, Riverwalk Town migrates up and down the James River, and only trusted traders are given their new location, visitors arriving by word of mouth. Their boats and shore living meant less infected and for the most part, they remained neutral to those around them. However. . . not all agree with the direction Riverwalk Town has taken. While the boat town has prided itself on its neutrality and long-standing democracy, the council composed of elected individuals, some have taken issue with the way operations have run and the rumor of corruption. Lately, more and more violence has erupted and been promptly swept under the rug, Riverwalk Town appealing to the militarized (and tyrannical) power of the Richmond Safe Zone. The primary paper, Sweller Scrolls, has kept the headlines squeaky clean, while the opposing and more obscure paper, The River Run, attempts to bring attention to the state of the community. 'The settlement used to be a prime hub of job opportunity and supplies, and yet, the prices have since surged and jobs have been unfairly distributed.' One journalist wrote. Protests have been squashed with a heavy hand. The councilmen who enact the law have been repeatedly re-elected, though there are rumors that it is less an election and more the result of bribery. When democratic practices were met with Mayor Sturgill Atkins' attempts to deny the declining state of Riverwalk, matters were escalated. No one can say for sure who murdered the man, only that his body was located under a mass of Swellers at the edge of the boat town. Members of the council claim it was committed by a settlement that has lost its way and must be changed - while others wonder if the death of the mayor was just another power grab. An emerging and neutral councilman was placed as acting mayor as the upcoming election loomed. . . his smile charismatic and words promising a brighter future. SUBPLOT ROLES: - Acting Mayor Vincent Shepard (Open, David Morrisey) - Sweller Scrolls Editor (Open) - River Run Editor (Taken) - Council Members (0/4, Open)

Stay tuned for part two. . .

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phyre-anon · 1 year ago

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8/8 drabble be upon ye

I'm not gonna lie I completely forgot that time passed and 8/8 was upon us but HERE IT IS I DID SOMETHING Warnings for. Uh. safe, soft vore. Yeah. I think that's actually it.

They never told anyone about what they saw when they glanced out the portholes. It seemed silly in the face of ship maintenance, documentation, planning—all of the things a good explorer needed in the folds of space. It was silly, they thought, to speak of the ghostly, cyan image that danced on the other side of the glass. Silly to mention the games it played with them to pass the time. Silly to even breathe of how it smiled more in a feeling than a word, and laughed without sound.

So they didn’t. The Thing in the glass stayed their… secret. Not so much for any reason other than their own avoidance. It didn’t feel like anything big or important—that was saved for the adults on the ship and their experiments—so maybe that’s why they let it flicker quietly in space for so long. Let it follow along with the ship as they drifted through endless darkness toward nowhere in particular. Maybe it was just that no one would believe them if they said they saw things in the void.

No one believed them when they claimed the ship was alive, anyway.

“Arii.” Brown eyes flickered up to look at the main pilot, a page of their book crinkling as they shifted. “We’re about to Fold.” The main pilot was an older man. Gruff, but kind for the most part, even if his sense of humor escaped them. He was the sort they dodged around unless spoken to first… not that Arii did much of the “speaking first” thing in general, anyway.

They hummed something understanding and set their book aside—page 42—half-rolling half-sliding off of the stiff backseat to shuffle their way to the front of the silvery, domed bridge and place a hand on the console. With the main pilot out of his seat, they bared their back to the rest of the crewmates simply by standing there. The feeling of the many eyes crawled along their skin like centipedes over stones, prickling at their nerves and sizzling just under the surface. The numbness of plunging their mind into the warm hum of machinery and computer code was a relief in the broadest of terms.

The ship blinked awake.

The ship’s interaction AI was an interesting sort. Modified by centuries of being out in space and surrounded by its crew, had a younger Arii not known it was performing and filling in expected answers, they may not have been able to tell it wasn’t a conscious being in and of itself. Now, though, the knowledge of how AI worked was little more relevant than it was when applied to their own crew. Things were different, they supposed. Different after so long spent in the void.

“Pathwalker,” it greeted, using the stupid, silly title they had come up with when they were no more able to think for themself than a goldfish.

“Jet.” Its name was something of an accident. A derivative of the original designation warped and twisted over time until it could be confused for a crew member's name. With only their internal voice going into its net, it was really too easy.

“Initiate Fold?”

Hesitance rode on their nerves as they registered the wide map of possible outcomes. In empty space like they were, Folding was an art more than a science, each touch of the next dimension a dice roll. For people sensitive to the… feeling of Folding like Arii, it was easier. The only reason they were on an explorer ship to begin with, really.

“Initiate Fold.” Their spine curled, anticipation running down it like water. The initial shock had long since lost its bite, but it still clamped down on their wrists good enough, something like a high vibration shooting up their tendons and leaving a trail of ache. Their skin tingled like they had shifted their surface temperature too quickly, and their breath hitched on air too thick to inhale.

They didn’t know what Folding would feel like were it not for their… themself… ness, but the pivot to the path with the most give to it was a nearly subconscious response. Like testing water for temperature and jerking back when it burned. The prickling along their back shifted to their shoulders, and they rechecked the time and place.

Mercous system. Not close enough.

A shift to a sturdier path as the coordinates changed too quickly. “Fold,” they commanded as they caught one. It was slower moving than the first and such that it made their hands itch, but predictable enough that it caught the ship’s place in space just where they wanted it within just a few breaths.

“Release.”

“Release in progress. Do not change the ship trajectory. Do not change the ship trajectory. Do not—”

Arii was promptly ejected out of the system, their vision coming back in blinking lights and blurry images. Their skin crawled. Their head spun. Bile rose in their throat threateningly.

“Release complete.”

The world swayed in their gaze as they reoriented themself, something like “tired” working its way past their lips as they stumbled out of the ship bridge. A headache poked at their temples, and their ears rang with a noise too loud.

They found themself at the porthole.

In their spotty vision, cyan twirled, the figure that made up the image wrapped in a cloak of black so dark they thought it could have been ripped from space itself.

“Little thing,” the lights whispered, something melancholy tinting its nonexistent voice. “Silly thing.” It was in the ship, now, blue light pooling under their chin and tilting their head this way and that.

Maybe that was another reason they never spoke of the light. Maybe they didn’t know if it was real or not.

“Rest now, little thing.” It took shape in miniscule increments. Scales such a dark grey they looked like slate. Feathers from many wings black as the void beyond. Their vision spotted, but even then they knew the creature was massive. Towering over them as warm breath pooled against their neck. “Rest now. I will keep you safe. Out of sight.”

They thought alarms might have been blaring as the world turned red around them, but just as quickly, abyss-black flesh—smooth and slick with something warm—filled their vision.

Maybe they didn’t talk about the lights because they were always there. Quiet and calm. Listening.

Metal scales kept in place by printed flesh pressed against their stomach, lifting them and pushing them gently—ever gently—into the silken confines only their exhausted mind knew. A catch at their shoulders, and a tug. The warmth spread to their back. Another that rippled down their body and ushered them further, guiding them as their hair dripped saliva into their face. A last, and they pooled into the stretchier space that let them bring their knees to their chest.

And in the dark, as the creature rejoined with the full bulk of the ship and cords of varying function snaked through the stomach to line the ceiling, they leaned back. Their spine pressed into the smooth flesh behind them, and tiny ridges told them where the folds would be. “Rest now, little thing. I will take care of the rest.” Its voice was soft. Quiet, but clear even amongst the deep, low thump of whatever the ship had for a heart.

Their own voice was a tired mumble. “Th’nks, Jet.”

“Always.”

#phyre's ramblings #safe vore #soft vore #noms #8/8 #vore day #random drabble that I spat out in like 3 hours

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