#This will contain gramatical errors and such

[aggieslittlebunny]

PLEASE TALK TO ME

MEN/MINORS DNI!!!

Pairing: University Student!Reader x Older!gf!Wanda

Summary: Reader’s life has always been hard, but as of late, it seems to be extremely harder for you. Your girlfriend, Wanda, is always ready to support you, but you push her away as your condition is getting worse and things escalate.

Trigger Warnings/Tags: angst, hurt/comfort, contain heavy/sensitive topic, mental illness, depressed reader, anxious reader, negative self-talk, self-harm, suicide attempt, suffering reader, reader have suspicion of being an ADHDer (but doesn’t get diagnosed). You have been warned, so don’t read this fic if there is a chance that you might get triggered, no matter how small the chance is. Please never hesitate to reach out to someone close to you or any professional help if you’re struggling mentally. You matter <3

Author Note: English is not my first language, so I apologize in advance for any gramatical and spelling errors ^^

Word Count: 3.5k

Life has been hard for you lately, much harder than usual. You can’t exactly tell since when this has happened and the reasons behind it. Being a university student has always been a challenge. To be completely honest, despite getting A- for most of the courses you had, you always feel like you barely survived. Other students appear to be able to understand whatever topic the professors deliver right away. Besides that, it seems very easy for them to raise their hands and ask questions. Meanwhile, you? You can barely sit through three and a half hours of each lecture, let alone be focused throughout the whole thing. Being glued to the classroom chair for that long feels so horrible. Oftentimes, you think of excusing yourself to the restroom, but you are way too anxious to do that. All you can do is shift yourself in your seat every once in a while, but you can’t do that too much either because then people will notice how fidgety you are. You will attract unwanted attention.

Speaking of unwanted attention and being anxious, those are why it’s hard for you to ask questions during lectures. You don’t like having people’s eyes on you. You also keep asking yourself “what if my question is strange?” or “what if my question doesn’t make sense?” right after your brain makes a question, which gets you stuck in your head and prevents you from being an active student. That doesn’t mean you never ask questions. You pushed yourself to do that sometimes. You need to keep up with other students after all. But you truly despise it. You don’t like the feeling of your hands becoming clammy and how your heart beats very fast, making you breathe heavily.

Before you ask a question, you need to come up with one. That is also a problem for you since you believe that you have a short attention span. Your brain loves to wander, even when all you want to do is focus. You can pay attention to the professors’ voice and write down the important information you want to keep, but before you realize it, your train of thoughts are somewhere else and your hand has already stopped writing minutes ago. You have a lot of questions in your head, but you are afraid that they actually have been discussed and you just weren’t paying attention. You believe that you will look or sound ridiculous.

Your older girlfriend, Wanda, is aware of your struggles, but you haven't told her everything. You just let her know some bits without much detail. She is the most supportive girlfriend you have ever had. Well, she is your first girlfriend so that statement can’t be wrong. Seriously though, she is very supportive and sweet to you. You love her so much and will do anything to make her stay, even if that means hiding most of your problems and keeping your negative feelings bottled up.

You have been doing such a good job hiding how you feel in front of Wanda— and everyone. Thinking of people worried about you filled you with guilt, so you tend to just put on a happy or at least neutral look on your face. These past few weeks, your mask slowly cracks. Wanda started to notice the empty look in your eyes (no matter what expression you are making), the bag under your eyes, the forced cheerful tone escaping your lips, how you space out more frequently, how you seem to avoid people including her, and other behavior changes from you. Everytime she asks how you are doing, you will simply tell her that you’re fine, maybe a little tired. She knows you are not, but she doesn’t want to put pressure onto you and keep praying that you will open up soon. She keeps waiting and waiting. A couple of months passed and you seem to be getting worse. This makes her persuade you harder to tell her what is going on, but no matter how hard she tries, you never tell her the truth. You keep denying her that you are behaving really off and telling her that she is just overthinking.

“Sweetheart, you know that you can talk to me about anything at any time, right?” Wanda randomly blurts. Both of you are currently sitting on a bench in a park, eating ice cream while watching people minding their own business.

“Mmhm.”  you replied shortly with a faint positive tone. You can feel her gaze pointed at you, but you decide to keep your eyes watching a little girl laughing with her parents as they play catch with their dog.

“I’m sorry to keep bringing this up. I can’t help but be worried about you, baby. The more time passes, the more I notice how you seem to not be doing well. You don’t need to pretend that you’re okay in front of me. I want you to rely on me. I might not be able to solve all of your problems, but I will always be with you. We can face this together if you let me. You’re not alone. Please tell me what is going on.” one of her hands reaches yours. You look at Wanda the moment she holds your hand.

“I’m alright, seriously. Maybe I'm just a little bit tired. The finals week is getting near and I need to be ready for that. I don’t want to fall behind. Thank you for caring about me, but can we not talk about this right now? Maybe we can talk about it later, just… not now.”

“Okay, baby. I understand. Do you want to grab some lunch after this?”

A day after that, you suddenly stopped meeting Wanda. Most calls from her are ignored by you. The ones you picked up never last longer than five minutes. You told her that you need to focus on your study, but Wanda doubts that. She knows from one of your friends that you have been skipping a bunch of lectures. She considered visiting you in your dorm, but you always refused whenever she asked for your permission. You gave her a hard no right away, every single time, no consideration. She tries to respect your decision, but it is getting harder each day for her, and unbeknownst to her, for you either. You are getting worse and it is actually out of her expectation and imagination.

Now it has been three weeks since you stopped meeting Wanda. She always waits for any message from you that appears to be sent to her less and less as the days pass. Today she hasn’t received any. She is beyond worried, but she also knows that you are having finals this week. The semester ends soon and she hopes she will be able to hang out with you again since you will have lots of free time for a month. She gave you some space since she thought that is what you need. She tries to act chill about it, but each buzz coming from her phone never fails to make her jolt. She will check her phone right away and gets disappointed when she doesn’t see your name (or ‘my baby’ since she set your contact as that) on her notifications.

She heard from you on Friday. It is almost midnight, but she can’t sleep unless she does her daily reading before bed. Therefore, there she is. She is sitting comfortably in her bed, her back against the headboard, and there is an open book in her hand. It was peaceful until her phone buzzed. When she takes a glance at her phone, she swiftly picks it up and opens a message from you. You sent her a link. That link leads her to a letter written by you. Her eyes scan each word carefully. You are thanking her for being a wonderful girlfriend. As Wanda keeps reading, she hopes that you are just giving her a sweet letter of appreciation. Deep inside, she fears that you are breaking up with her, but she tries not to judge quickly since it is a pretty lengthy letter and she barely reaches the quarter part of it.

“When you are reading this, I have done something stupid.”

Wanda freezes for a solid ten seconds. After that, she stands up and runs to her car. She forgets her car keys so she sprints back in to grab it and then she leaves her house with her car. She left her house unlocked and she is still wearing her pajamas, but those are none of her concern right now. Her head chanting your name as well as prayers that you are safe. As she drives, she continues reading your letter. Her eyes moved from her screen to the road repeatedly until she finished reading it. After that she completely focuses on the road and might have crossed the speed limit several times. She reached your dorm room in twenty minutes, thanks to one of your close friends that is still awake and messaged her the number of your room.

She expected that she would have to break the door open, but she was wrong. The door isn’t locked. She knows right away that it was left like that by you on purpose. You told her so many times that you always lock your door twice because you’re afraid of the possibility that a stranger can get into your room easily. The sound of her footsteps echoes in your room. Your room is dark, but there is light from the sideroad lamp slipping through your window. She saw the lump of your body covered with your favorite blanket in your bed and she approached you in a hurry. She cradles your face in her palms. She noticed your irregular breathing and that you are breathing through your mouth. She also quickly noticed that there is a kind of chemical smell coming out from your mouth. Her hand reached the phone in her pocket and she dialed the emergency number, asking for an ambulance. It will take around ten minutes for it to arrive.

Just when she is about to wake you up, she accidentally knocks over a mug on your bedside table. It is now on the ground and the liquid inside it seeps into the rug. At first she thought it was tea, but after a quick sniff into the air, she realized that it is not tea or at least not just tea. The smell is exactly the same as what is coming out from your mouth. She checked the water bottle that was sitting beside the mug. She remembers how you brought the bottle with you all the time. It has such a bold pink color and there is a picture of a rabbit saying ‘life is beautiful’ on it. She opens the bottle and at first glance it looks like it’s filled with normal water, but the somewhat gray look as well as the strong chemical scent said otherwise. Shortly after that, her eyes spot a little trash can near the bed. She noticed some tissues covered with blood as well as an empty bug spray can.

“Shit.” she thought.

“Baby? Baby, wake up. Please. Can you hear me?” Wanda tries to wake you up with panic in her voice. She pulls your blanket away to take a look at your arms and wrists. She found nothing. But a second later she saw some dried blood prints on your shorts, the left thigh part to be exact. After that, she taps your cheek and shakes your body firmly which elicits a groan from you.

“I’m sorry, Wanda. I’m so sorry. Please don’t be mad at me.” You replied faintly. It is clear that you are slipping in and out of consciousness.

“Shh, you will be okay. There is nothing to be sorry for; I’m not mad at you. I love you very much. Please don’t go back to sleep. Stay with me, sweetie. I’ll get you to the hospital. The ambulance is coming.”

The paramedic comes soon after that and you are brought to the hospital. The emergency room is very cold and quiet. Maybe not that quiet since you hear people’s voices, but everything is so faint and blurry to you. After you get treated, Wanda is allowed to see you. She sees you smiling a little and she smiles back as she walks closer towards you.

You start telling her what has been happening in your life. Wanda sits on the hospital bed that you occupied, holding your hand as she hears your story. You tell her that you always feel so different throughout your life. You always feel like you are always in a race to keep up with other people around you. It gets harder and harder, especially with the fact that you’re a student in a top university. You tell her that since you get into university, your life is way messier than before. Keeping up with other students almost feels impossible. You try and try and try, but it is never enough. You are never satisfied and you feel like you are the most stupid student compared to other students in the same year as you.

Your grades might say different things, but there are endless efforts to get those grades. You are a procrastinator, but it is not because you don’t want to do your responsibility. Most of the time, you just can’t. Your body and brain won’t function the way you want them to and you despise that part of yourself because that makes you feel lazy. But you also barely get any sleep to finish your assignments, prepare your part in group assignments, and sometimes you cover your friend’s part or any extra part. That caused you to sleep like three hours a day. Some days four, the other days two, and this rarely happens but you can go two or three days without sleep. You have been living with this terrible sleep schedule for three years now. All you want is to be like other students. You’re scared of falling behind. You know you will not survive by yourself so you want your classmates to be able to rely on you on group projects. You want as many classmates as possible to like you. 

“I’m so tired, Wanda. I’m exhausted.” You sighed painfully.

You proceed to tell her how your head was slowly becoming evil to you. It’s never peaceful in your head. Different things are piling up inside it. They’re messy piles and your brain seems to insist on unpacking them all at the same time. You can feel the chaos within your body and mind. The chaos streaming in your blood makes you want to curl up and disappear. Then it’s getting worse. Your brain started telling you various negative things:

“No one likes you.”

“Your friends hate you. They talk about you behind your back”

“You’re a terrible person.”

You began to believe those things. Watching your friends surrounding a table in the cafeteria leads you to think that they were talking shitty stuff about you. Especially after a friend of yours noticed that you were crying in front of the class but said nothing. After that, you started to spend lots of time hiding in the restroom stall to cry, usually before class. You were terrified by people around you and your own brain. Then you seek out some help. You reached out to a counselor provided by your university. You confessed to her about the problems you have been having as of late, and talking helps, but not much. Your brain is still very mean to you. At some point you really want to know what is going on with you. You desperately want an explanation on why you feel so different compared to others since you were a little kid. You dived into the internet, researching stuff based on your struggles. You are very sure that you’re suffering from depression, maybe even anxiety. But you believe that there is something more. After weeks of researching, you have a suspicion that you might have ADHD. You read some books, watched lots of videos, and asked some of your online friends who are ADHDer. 

“I can never be sure until I get a proper diagnosis and I can’t get a diagnosis from a counselor. But if my counselor can at least agree with my suspicion, I assume it will be easier for me to get actual diagnosis. Therefore I talked about it with her, my counselor. I didn’t explicitly say to her that I think I might have ADHD. Instead, I tell her my life experiences that relate to the symptoms. At one point she cut my story.”

“Aren’t you just lazy?” the words your counselor threw at you echo in your brain.

“Am I just lazy, Wanda? Please tell me it’s not true. I’m trying. I always try! Please believe me! I-”

Wanda instantly cups your face in her hands and rests her forehead against yours.

“Breathe, sweetie. Deep breath. I’m with you. You’re not lazy. Not at all. You have been trying your best. I know it, baby.”

“It’s so painful! It feels like she throws away my self-image I’ve been building all my life. The sleepless nights… The notes covering my dorm walls…” you take a sharp breath and continue, “Even as a kid, my parents pushed me so hard to study. In elementary school, they will make me study until midnight during test weeks. In middle school I fell behind, but managed to push myself so that I could get into a good highschool. I push myself all the time to keep up with everybody else. Maybe I also do it so my parents will keep loving me. To them, my grades define who I am. They expect so much from me. It hurts…” you cry at the last two words and Wanda embraces you in a warm hug.

“The day when my counselor said that, I walked back to my dorm room with tears streaming down my face. I sobbed as I walked, maybe some strangers saw me in that state, but I was in too much agony to care. I stopped seeking out help from anyone. I just want to know why I am the way I am. But I can’t stand it anymore. I can’t stand feeling so different than anyone else. I also throw that suspicion away. I can’t face it since then.” you pushed Wanda away gently to look at her face. You can see tenderness in her eyes. How can you be so lucky to have her?

“I guess that pushed me further to this point. I didn’t get any help. I pushed myself even harder. I carried way much more stuff than I can handle. Last week, I constantly had my nose bleeding. That keeps going for like five days. I hurt myself too several times. It’s like I’m literally sacrificing my blood, sweat, and tears to survive. Then my head started telling me harmful stuff and questioning my worth of living.”

“Why are you still trying?”

“Why are you here?”

“Why don’t you just kill yourself?”

“You should just kill yourself.”

“You should kill your family members too. They are in danger and you need to end their lives to save them.”

“I’m terrified, Wanda! I’m scared! I’m scared of myself so much. You have no idea. That’s why I ended up here. I thought this was the only way to fix this. I’m so sorry…”

“Baby…” a tear runs down Wanda’s cheek and she leaves a kiss on top of your head before speaking up again, “Thank you for telling me this, sweetheart. I know there is still so much left unsaid and I know you’re telling me as much as you can at this moment. Thank you for trusting me with this. I’m not mad at you. I’m not angry. I’m not disappointed. But may I know why you kept telling me that you’re fine on those days?”

“I’m afraid that I will become a burden and you will think that I’m too much and…”

“I will leave you?” you nod.

“I'm sorry, Wanda. I truly am sorry.”

“Stop that, baby. It’s fine now. You will get proper help after this and I will always support you. I’m not going anywhere. Let’s take it slow, yeah?” you nod once again and pull her into a tight hug.

“Thank you.”

Wanda’s hand begins to stroke your hair lovingly, “Please never hesitate to tell me anything in the future. You can stay at my place when your head is being very mean to you. In fact you can stay at my place anytime. I won’t mind seeing your little cute face every morning, I would love that. We can work on your sleep schedule together and maybe find a study method that suits you. I know it’s not easy and you’ve been struggling very hard by yourself, but you don’t have to do that anymore. You don’t have to be by yourself. You have me. I got you, sweetheart.”

“What did I do to deserve you, Wands?”

“You don’t need to do anything to be loved by me. I love you, more than you know.”

“I love you too. I love you to the moon and back.”

[princess-pray-a]

I love and need you

Multifandom fanfic senario : comfort

choose your character : gojo, geto , toji, silvio, clavis, shoto, chevaliar, Gilbert, vlad, comet, faust, killua ( aged up), mereum, shipouf , hisoka , leorio, mitsuhide, lou, zoro, sanji, law, tengen, bakugo, shigarakhi, aizawa, jotaro, victor, alfons, Roger barrel, kakashi, obanai

Genre: Comfort fic ! reader is insecure, gender neutral( maybe), established relationship, imagination, kisses , hugs, assurance , sfw, mention of anxiety

This may contains a lot of gramatical errors as it is not re read

My chest constricted as I felt my body tingle! Why on earth do people reach to conclusions about me so quick. Does words and rumors hold so much power that the authenticity I show in my conduct and behavior just gets washed away. Is the jealousy and hatred directed towards me so powerful that people get blinded to even consider my honesty. Tears pricked my eyes I felt powerless. I had lost everything, in a blink of an eye my dreams were shattered my heart was broken, my own lack of consistency and enough strength made me lose even the things I had.

Even if u went back in time I would have probably did the same mistake as the burden was too much for me to bear but! This lonely heart of mine craves to be seen for real! To be understood to be loved! Why oh why do I have to be dragged into the drama and hatred when I am gone, lost hiding somewhere under a shell to protect this fragile heart! Taking deep breath I close my eyes. There I feel an embrace that answers all.

It was non other than him who's strong arms held me tightly around my waist his breath warming my neck as he peppered kisses all over. “ no matter what I love you! I am here and I will not let them near you ever again “ he whispers. I turn around to face him and he instantly cradles my face in his palms. “ aww my little cute baby don't worry I am never going to leave you ok? It's a promise “ he kisses my forehead my eye lids my tip of nose and my lips. A wave of goosebumps hit me to stop myself form bailing my eyes out. His arms tug me to the bed and he cuddles me directly into his solid chest.

I am still trembling, I know he does love me a lot but I am scared, scared to be left alone, scared to be used, scared to be hated and sacred to hand over my heart to him, many came saying the same thing “I ain't gonna leave you, you are beautiful, I like you, I lovevyou, but it was only a matter of time, a single rumor, a single perspective away for them to completely go back on their words. Also to the fact I didn't want to be the one doting over an emotion less block either, someone who didn't value me at all who didn't harbour feelings for me and simply bask under the love I poured until i was drained dry while i was constantly made realize how pathetic ugly and worthless i was . Life didn't only throw stones at me it literally plunged me into the sea of decite, lies, back luck, despair and heartbreak. This made me trust no other soul but myself which was burdening. Finally nw that he was here, I.. Know now he will always.. always love me.

Tear that I had been holding soo much now trickle down from my face he kisses those tears away running his fingers through my hair he says “ shhh, it's ok love, I know you are great you always work hard to be better, you have not said bad about others don't even harbor dark emotions for others, though you don't deserve hate, I don't know myself why they do it, but no matter what I am always going to be by your side loving you ,protecting you like your shield, I won't leave and I will not even let you leave, I need you babe, because you are my world !” those words those words were what I needed! I didnt want to be a burden to anyone but I was desperately looking out for a person at least a single person whom I could confine to. I burts into a stream of tears while he wipes them ever so softly. “ I love you I love you so so much so please don't ever leaveme ok? Please I beg you, if you ever leave my heart wont survive !” finally letting those pathetic words leave my mouth I gaze at the expectantly.

He chuckled, “ haha yes yes definitely even if you fight or push me I will pull you soo tight and shower you will so much love that you can't ever leave me “ . I giggled a little “ well I ain't that pretty and all nor I have a good body! I ain't that great in brains depart either! Do you regret?” still not so confident in myself I ask him “what are you talking about! I love you with all my heart and you are so so beautiful in my eyes you are multi talented and that perfect for me no body I have seen is as bright and lovely as you! You are my cute little baby how can I leave you or even regret! You are the best thing in my life, your presence gives me strength and you have always helped me taken care of me loved me no matter what world said me and accepted and understood me you stood up for me so I can't ask for anything more love! I love you and only you !”

Finally the heavy feeling , wave of anxious thoughts and emotions leave my body as his warmth and kisses lulls me to sleep while he pulls a blanket over our bodies! Forever and always will I bask in the imaginary warmth of my comfort character unless one day it becomes real if i meet the one i could trust, until then I will cherish this warmth even if it's only made up in my head !

The end!..

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[its-regretti]

Book Review - Crafted from the ashes of roses

Author: Juliet Bellerose

The premise is very enticing, especially for those on BookTok, we're drawn in by the idea of a sensual CNC romance with the god Loki, the forward even has warnings for BDSM. These draw the reader in with promises that are unfortunately never really given.

The most BDSM in this book is a single scene of hands being tied. Cool... beans...

Several times it feels like the book started off as a fanfic, especially as this Loki has the dark hair and obsessions with green that we've come to expect from the Marvel Loki.

Honestly if it were just a fanfic I would have rated it higher because then instead of trying to empathise with a wholly unlikable female main character, these sorts of things are usually written with YOU as the MC.

That being said, at NO POINT do we receive a physical description of the MC, all I can tell you about Monika Hagen is that she is from Svalbard, is physically fit enough to do extreme sports and has hair long enough to braid. Don't know her eye colour, her hair colour, or even her skin colour. Height? Dunno. Weight? Who fuckin' knows!

This would be far less egregious when you are the MC, but having a character never receive a description outside of that her pussy hairs are neat and trimmed a month into her captivity or the odd indication of a physical trait like another character braiding her hair, or Loki appreciating her physicality makes it very hard to picture anything.

The two handmaidens that serve Monika receive more description than she does. Besides Loki the only other character that receives a description is Odin. We get a vague idea of the sizes or hairstyles of other characters but they are left entirely up to your imagination otherwise.

Which is a shame considering how much effort is put into the descriptions of locations like the castle, and Asgard are all painted with a level of detail that tell you the impossibility of god built design. The scale, size and detail in it is wonderful.

It is just such a shame that same love isn't given to the characters.

The book is also RIDDLED with spelling and gramatical errors. Which is funny considering the afterword contains a thanks for someone beta reading and editing the book. And its even worse when the spelling of the word is correct, but it is just the WRONG word.

"His cloak swirled around his teeth"

Pretty sure that would have been feet not teeth. But I spent a good moment trying to picture what they meant by that phrase. But then later, another correctly spelled but wrong word phrase comes along and I start to realize that someone has just thrown the script into auto-correct and not checked if it is actually correct.

It is sad because the premise and setting are so beautiful but we get this mess of a fiction that feels like a hastily transformed fanfic. Loki has abilities and enthusiasm in the bedroom but we get sex that is samey and so often just feels like Loki transforming into other francise sexymen - at one point I SWEAR he turns into Venom.

But being this isn't a Marvel fic it's supposed to be one of the MC's book love interests from her horny novels. These also don't get any physical descriptions outside of the abilities they use. So buggered if I know what these tumblr sexymen from mysterious book land look like.

Overall, I enjoyed the book, though the whole time I had to pause to wrap my head around what was trying to be conveyed which doesn't help the reader stay emersed.

I would say give it a read if you are patient, or really need to fill your Loki in a straight relationship hole. But I'm sure there are better options for that void on AO3....

I don't write book reviews, so the fact that I HAD to write one shows how frustrated I was reading it. I will have to read the next one - and there will be a next one, the book ends on a cliffhanger - and hope that the author and their respective editor have grown more by the time it is here.

★★★☆☆

Ranking: 3/5

[getetteroo]

what are durth’s adventures around skyrim like? :3 when does she meet her pals, and in what order did u play her quests in-game? sorry if this is a loaded question, i just rly love her ;-;

I decided to make a bit of a timeline under the cut. It’s not the most interesting written thing, but it’s pretty much everything. I will go more into detail about how she met Inigo and Rumarin later in a different post. 

Before Helgen-

Age 6 - Durth lost her mother to the Thalmor at 6 years old, prompting her family to move from Markarth to Riften.

As a teen she and her brother get up to a lot of trouble in Riften, but their dad made sure they know not to meddle with the guild. Uncle Urag comes over every once in a while to teach them to read and write and Durth eventually gets a small job at the Temple (mostly keeping things clean.)

Age 18 - Durth has been accepted at the college of Winterhold! She meets Onmund, Brelyna and J’zargo there. She spends four years at the college and the quest takes place in the last two of them. 

Age 23 - Instead of being made the new Archmage because really? I’d like to think she’d been offered some sort of apprenticeship Psijic Order. She went with them and spend quite a long time there. She wasn’t actually planning to ever leave but someday she suddenly got a letter stating that her father was dying.

After Helgen-

Age 27 - Durth travels home in hope to see her dad one more time before he dies. However upon arriving at the border she immediately got picked up by the imperial army and carted to Helgen. 

Durth saw the dragon, saw the chaos, followed Ralof out and then BOOKED it to Riften. She was able to meet up with her family,  she didn’t tell them what happened on her way there not wanting to bother her father on what pretty much turned out to be his last day.

After that, she decided to leave again. She thought about making her way to Winterhold to figure out what the hell was going on in skyrim these days. But on her way out of Riften she got recognized by Brynjolf who, as he tends to do, immedeatly tried to recruit her into the thievesguild. Durth being incredibly insulted and emotional started a fight. 

And that is how she met Inigo, being tossed into the same cell as him. And she pretty much immediately broke down and dumped everything that happened to her that day on him. Together they came to the conclusion that maybe, the jarl of Whiterun should be notified of this. Y’know seeing as far as Durth knows, only two people actually made it out.

From there the quest pretty much continues as normal.

On her way from High Hrothgar to the tomb of Jurgen Windcaller she meets Rumarin. She is head-over-heals within a week.

In between the main quest they get up to a lot of shenanigans, turning into a full fledged adventurers group. She picks up Lucia somewhere on the way.

Age 29 - Then as the peace treaty failed, Durth joined the stormcloaks. She got into an argument about it with Inigo and Rumarin, not talking to either of them for a while. Inigo ended up doing quite a lot of work to stay friends with her but Ru was a bit to stubborn to contact her first. 

During the war she adopts Braith after her parents die in the attack of Whiterun. Almost being branded a deserter for it by not seeing the entire fight through. Durth absolutly hates having joined the Stormcloaks after they storm Markarth.

After the rebellion and being kicked out after a fight with Ulfric she returns to her friends with her tail in-between her legs, asking them if they still want to help her end this thing. And they did. Inigo even following her to Sovengarde and back.

Age 30- she is finally done with the main quest. She stays at home in Riften for a while but grows restless pretty fast. She officially joins the College of Winterhold again and does mostly field work. And so they keep adventuring for some time, mostly on the east side of Skyrim so she can stay close to her daughters and the College. She gets married to Rumarin somewhere around this time.

Age 33- Some cultists show up to Riften and threaten her and her kids in the middle of the market square, she is not amused. She pretty much speedrunned  her way to Miraak. 

Age 40 something- The kids are moving out, her brother wants to move back into Honeyside (which is technically his.) Durth, Ru and Inigo build a house in The Pale. Durth gets even more involved with the College again now that she’s closer.

Age 50 something- Durth is getting a little bit too fragile for Adventuring, she takes up a teaching position at the college. Inigo, even more fragile comes with her and settles down in Winterhold, loving company he opens a small bar as Winterhold is slowly rebuild again. Rumarin starts adventuring again, usually solo but there is no shortage of friends they made along the way that need help sometimes.

Age 58 - Durth officially becomes Archmage. Most would have preferred an elf, not seeing the use of someone so old already to be Archmage. But with Brelyna already chosen als her successor most people just accepted it, if only to give Brelyna more time to prepare. No one really expecting Durth to do her ABSOLUTE DAMNDEST to get Winterhold back on the map.

Durth tried to make the public opinion of the College better, and it worked! She actually got involved with the politics in skyrim, unlike how the college before tried to distance itself. Winterhold grew, it wasn’t going to be what it once was but people were making a start. She actually became friends with Jarl Korir, took a lot of work though. 

Age 84 - Since Alduin Durth had been toying with the idea of time travel. The idea of going back an fixing mistakes she made, seeing what could have been or maybe just giving herself more time. Mora had been showing up every once in a while to feed these ideas, wich ended up being her downfall. One day she opened a black book and she did not come back.

Sorry for any grammar mistakes, but that’s about it. (i’m glad you love her <3)

[neopolpleb]

Slashers Opinions on pegging/subbing

Note: This started out as just a self indulgent humorous hc list i started in like mid october but i returned and really got into it so

Contains: Micheal Myers, Jason Voorhees, Brahms Heelshire, Bo Sinclair, and Vincent Sinclair

Warning: Implied afab reader,nsfw content >:), i do go into a TINY bit of detail wit, also like mommy kink is mentioned once in brahms, i got like REALLY into Bo’s and Vincent’s because im in a sinclair brain rot, they also are the most recent ive written, sorry its so disproportionate <\3

Sorry for any misspellings or gramatical errors! Enjoy!

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Micheal Myers

For once, you have completely taken this man off guard

He whips his head towards you, trying to figure out what you just said

You two sit in silence for a while before he just walks up and leaves

dont ask stupid questions, im sorry, but there is zero chance this man will let you dominate him in any sense <\3

a gal can dream though 😩

I mean just imagine his flushed out face, his long hair draped across the pillow, his hands having a death grip on the sheets

His eyes blown out as he stares back at you, as you absolutely destroy him from above

Jason Voorhees

You’ll have to explain what it is to him

after you finish his face is bright red.

Yes you two have been intimate, plenty of times actually

but you two were fairly vanilla, due to Jason’s mindset on sexual activities

It was simply missionary almost every night, sometimes if a group of tresspassers really got on his nerves then MAYBE doggy style

it may take some convincing and a week or so to think about it but he’d come around

was shocked with how much he enjoyed it, he would never ask you to do it again, but if you ever offered he would be very VERY onboard

i see Jason as a switch with a lean for dom, i feel like most slashers could do with being dominated at least once

let your guard down and let someone take care of you bbys 😩

Brahms Heelshire

“GASP HOW DARE YOU ASK ME THAT?!?!??”

*instant boner*

Definitely has thought about it, i imagine he has like a secret stash of porn mags that he stole from old nannies

maybe one of them was like real into domme stuff and he got ahold of that magazine and was pleasantly enlightened

Brahms is like a switch leaning sub

If you guys have already been intimate you definitely know that

Bringing it up would throw him off entirely

He’d get so flustered and scared, thinking you might’ve found his stash

But after some [very light] convincing he’d be all in

‘If you dont want to its fin-‘

“FINE WELL IF YOU INSIST”

Honestly idek how you would get the strap

Like i guess you could get it with the next order, but also poor Malcom if he catches a glance inside the bag

Brahms definitely loves it

If he didn’t already call you mommy, he definitely does now (unless you dont like that but i cant say it doesnt slip out from time to time, best you gag him)

10/10 would do again

Bo Sinclair

“Do I look gay to you???”

Im kidding im kidding

He’d be probably the least shocked out of all the slashers

I hc Bo as bi or pan maybe

So while he is mainly a dom, this may not be first rodeo if you catch my drift

But still, Bo is someone who needs to be in control, or at least feel like it.

He cant be that vulnerable

I’d like to think that years into the relationship maybe

Bo craves control, but very deep inside, locked away with the key thrown away, he wants to let go, let someone take care of him for a change, take over the responsibility of protecting him as he had done for himself all his life

but it felt as if everytime he ever asked love, affection, comfort, it always was met with pain

Teach him thats its okay to let down his walls and let you take care of him

ALSO JUST LIKE IMAGINE HMNNNNNNN

Grabbing him by the jaw to make him look you in the eyes as his legs are pushed back against his torso, your hips meeting in a never ending pattern, filling the room with sounds of skin colliding as he lets out muffled moans trying to hide the deep moans begging to spill from his mouth

GOD PLEASE LET ME FUCK THIS MAN TILL HIS BRAIN IS MUSH AND ALL HE KNOWS IS MY NAME

Vincent Sinclair

Well I feel like it depends on how your sexual relationship begins

I believe Vinny boy to be a true switch, it really depends on you

So if maybe took the lead throughout your sexual relationship Vincent would have little to no hesitation in deciding that yeah, he does want you to rail him into next week

If you let Vincent take the lead, he’d take some time to think on it

I mean this is the most control he’s every had in his recent life and he’s scared to give it up

But he realizes how much it means to him that you trust him to have dominance over you intimately, who is he to not return that trust

OH BOY

This man will in fact become addicted to the strap

Well more so you being dominant, if you were already the dom in the relationship, then this is no shocker, but if this was the first flip of the roles, then you see how much Vincent is ready to worship your every move

You are his muse, you already knew he adored you, but THIS, this is like adoration x100

Tell him what to do, god, call him your good boy, praise him like there will be no tomorrow, take care of him

Let him fall into deep submission while your hips ram into him over and over again, let him forget about everything, the town, the earth, everything that isn’t you, all he can think about is you and what you’re giving him

[lucciluvr]

handiwork ; eustass kidd

contains : fluff. cursing. light arguing. no pronouns. gramatical errors. probably typos.

pairing : eustass kidd & reader

a/n : this was supposed to be in kissing their scars ii but i got carried away with kidd's. i also don't know anything about mechanics or whatever kidd does so, yeah.

you were hanging around with heat when you heard a loud noise in the direction of kidd's workshop followed by muffled strings of curses. this has been a regular occurrence for the past hour, each noise bothering you.

a sigh escaped your lips before telling heat you'll check on your captain while he brushed it off. you made your war through the dimly lit hallway before knocking on the workshop's door, waiting a few seconds before entering.

the door slightly opened while you peeked inside. the room was a mess; scraps of metal, bolts, and screws were everywhere.

"fucking shit!" one thing you didn't see was the piece of steel flying in your direction.

you yelped when the steel it the wall beside you, merely inches away from your face. the noise made kidd lift his goggles and head, swiftly facing you, a slight look of panic in his eyes. when he saw you were okay, he immediately scowled.

"what the fuck are you doing here? you could've gotten hit, you idiot," he grumbled as he turned the chair back to his table and wore his goggles.

"well, it certainly wasn't because of the loud noises and strings of curses." he could practically hear you roll your eyes as sarcasm dripped from your lips.

"leave me alone," kidd huffed in annoyance as the sound of him welding muffled his grumbling.

"what's wrong?" you queried, slowly walking towards him.

"something i don't fucking know. it's supposed to turn on but it ain't doing shit." he threw his goggles on the table, sweat dripping down his temples and neck.

you sighed before wiping his sweat, with the already slightly damp and greased towel on the back of his seat.

when you pulled the towel away, you saw him... pouting...? he was sulking. a snort escaped you, making him glare at you.

"you making fun of me?" he threatened, though he didn't exactly look threatening with his face mushed between your palms.

"no," a giggle escaped you as you rubbed your thumb around his cheeks. "you just get mad too easily that rather than seeing the obvious problem-" you took a glance around the messy workshop. "you throw tantrums."

"no, i don't. you do it then." he pulled his face away from your grasp and turned his back on you.

"this man child," you sweatdropped before taking the mechanism on your hand, admiring your boyfriend's handiwork while also observing any possible flaws.

after turning the machine with little to no errors observed, you looked down the table where you saw a dangling plug. you deadpanned before sighing and setting down his creation.

"ha! see, even you don't know what's wrong. well, that's a given as you are my apprentice..." eustass' smug grin and cocky tone faded when he saw your hand spinning the plug of said creation.

his face slowly flushed in embarrassment. he unplugged the wrong wire earlier and forgot to plug it back. now it was your turn to give him a smug look.

"y-"

"i don't wanna hear it!" he snatched the plug away from you before swiftly plugging it under the table.

he quickly lifted himself up, hitting his back on the table, toppling the items on top. "fuck!"

he slid to lift his head only to bang his left eyebrow on the edge, making another handiwork of his fall down the table. "shit!" he sat on the floor, hand on his left eye.

it took all of you not to burst out laughing but you still slipped up, constant short laughter and shaking voice giving your amusement away.

"a-are you okay?" your voice wavered as you kneeled beside him, a hand cupping his left cheek to see if there's any damage.

"fuck off! you're finding this all amusing, huh?" he threw your hand away from his face and once again turned his back on you.

you stared at his back and to his creation that's broken now. another sigh left your lips as you picked it up and the pieces that fell apart.

you genuinely felt bad after a few seconds of looking back and forth between kidd and his creation. you decided to observe it carefully.

the interior made you realize that it was actually a music box. but for what? after a few seconds, the carving on the button piece that fell from the main part caught your attention. it was his and your initials along with the date of your upcoming anniversary.

now you felt worse.

"hey," you whispered, kneeling, peaking on his side as he turned away from you.

"go away," he grumbled before picking up the towel that fell from the chair that toppled when he pulled away from under the table.

"are you hurt, will you let me see it?" you gently placed your hand back to his left cheek, slowly facing him towards you.

you stared at the red spot on his eyebrow, your vision trailing down his neck where the rest of his scar continued. kidd avoided eye contact with you, while he was violent, he was never violent with you.

"i'm sorry," you leaned down to kiss the sore spot.

"whatever," kidd stood up and cracked his neck, glancing on the broken music box on the table.

he sighed before walking towards his full bin and placing it under the table aligned with the music box and its pieces. you rushed to his side.

"hey! what are you doing?" you pulled his makeshift arm that was ready to wipe it away.

"it's broken anyway."

"well, don't throw it away. i can fix it." you pulled on his arm harder, guilt rushing to your eyes in the form of tears.

kidd paused after seeing your expression, perplexed.

"the fuck you crying for?" his eyebrows furrowed.

"i'm not crying, do you see tears?!" you whined, tears dissipating to annoyance.

"whatever, it's broken, it's just a piece of scrap now." he scratched his head, getting ready to wipe it off the table again.

"stop that! i said i'll fix it." you stomped your feet.

"it's mine, and what are you?! a kid?" the two of you heated up.

"no, you idiot! don't you have a sense of sentimentality?!"

"huh? sentimentalishit my ass, it's broken!"

"it can be fixed! you made it for us and i don't want you to throw it away just because it's broken!"

"why not just make a new one?!"

"aren't mechanics supposed to fix what's broken?!"

you panted, and so did kidd. there is not a day in the victoria punk where you and kidd did not argue. even the little things tick the two of you off, especially kidd.

"fine! do what you want. the surprise is ruined anyway." he walked passed you to sit back on his worn-out chair.

the two of you sat and stood in silence with the constant sound of machines and tinkering filling in here and there. the air wasn't tense, just feels empty.

you stared at the music box in your hand then at kidd who was busy. you made your way to him.

"what do you want?" he didn't bother to look up to you, focus on his task.

silence. this made him look up in annoyance, his glare telling you to just spit it out. slowly, you raised the broken music box to your face, eyes peeking above it.

eustass sighed before putting whatever he was making to the side. he spread his leg, gesturing you to sit between them which you gladly did. you were cornered between his frame and the table in a comfortable position.

you placed the music box on the table, small tink of a note resonating from the slight impact. kidd reached for the other parts, making you lean to the side. you thought you were going to slide and fall off as karma but the sudden metal hand on your waist said otherwise.

and so he went to work. while you did say you were going to help him fix it, you were mainly tinkering with the exterior design, careful not to remove kidd's touch to the design but adding tiny details to add yours.

in an hour or two, the two of you finally finished. you stared in awe, wiping the sweat off your face with the back of your hand. it was perfect, yours and kidd's little creation.

"it's perfect!" you held it on your palms, observing every millimeter of details.

kidd grunted as acknowledgment, staring at the ceiling in exhaustion. you wound up the box, wanting to see it work and hear what song he decided on.

your placed it down the table and crouched down to watch it closely. the box played and you were astonished and touched. kidd chose one summer's day, a childhood tune of yours.

it was perfect, handmade stars and meteors revolved around the center space. on queue, the center opened up and slowly rose a crescent moon with a small figure of you and kiss sitting on it.

you looked back to kidd who was now also watching the two of your creation, a faint pleased and cocky smile barely visible on his lips.

"thank you," you whispered, giving him a smile that melts his heart.

"tsk, whatever. it's nothing." he scratched his head, acting cool.

you walked in his direction and cupped his face, placing another kiss on his left eyebrow. brushing over it gently with your thumb.

"whaddya think?" he nudged to the direction of the gift behind you, placing his hand on your waist and pulling you closer between his legs.

"i love it. it's so pretty, and you even chose one summer's day," you beamed.

"you haven't been sleeping lately," he huffed, annoyed, but more likely concerned and upset.

you gave him another smile and sighed, whispering an apology.

kidd was isn't sweet often. he isn't sophisticated or a ladies' man. he was rough around the edges, aggressive. not a day goes by where you two don't blast your crewmates' eardrums off.

but it was the little things. things like the way he's always in front of you when danger comes, giving you his coat whenever it's even a tad chilly, giving you trinkets, remembering every little detail about you and the things you say.

he may be rough but you love him just the way he is. he's stubborn and passionate but so are you, and you wouldn't have liked it any other way.

[meraki-sunset]

Oh boy, yes i do I have four

Caledona is a young adult female red cherub

Calcerot is a young adult male green cherub

The story with this two it’s that they met almost inmediatly after absorbing their respective other halfs, growing their wings and leaving their planets.

they felt drawn to eachother inmediatly. it was like a mix of curiosity of meeting another of their species and disgust for the other, mixed with a sence of longing for what they had just lost and felt was missing

the problem it’s they werent suposed to meet another cherub so soon. they were too new in this universe, had just absorbed the energy of a blackhole each and were too mentaly and fisically exausted to properly react 

they had contact for a milisecond

Now they are atached to eachother.  And thats a problem

Because now, they don’t want to fight and kick the other one out of the current galaxy, but they still despise the other with a burning passion and have resorted to inconvenience eachother and chase the other out of certain planets when the one tries to help it/destroy it

It doesn’t help that Caledona really likes this cat and mouse game and keeps killing planets just to keep the game going

At some point Calcerot (who has a big moral sence) decided that they needed to settle this once and for all with a bet. if they couldn’t decide if good or evil could prevail in the universe by fighting eachother they would do it on a diferent scenario.

so they sarched the whole galaxy until they finally found what they were looking for. A cherub child still containing two siblings in one body

This two had a big problem, she wasn’t a bad as she should and he wasn’t as good as he seemed. They could have fought for dominance for eternity, wich they didn’t have since, like with every cherub, when their sun implodes the time is up.

so they ofered them a deal. they would each help a kid develop and whoever’s side wins gets to stay in the galaxy and do whatever they want with it, the loser leaves and never comes back

the weeks passed and the time of the explosion was inminent, and still, 

it wasnt working

they didn’t hated eachother

They were too neutral about the other, they saw eachother as an inconvenience at most, it was like staring into a mirror for the two adults

And thats most of what i have for the story

The idea after this would be that the adult cherubs get this two into a bootleg version of sburb along with other people to get one to phisically kill the other by convincing them thats how the game works

to their surprise, not having to fight for the body and having other team mates only made the cherubs more willing to work together

and eventually caring for eachother

Having in the end, all their story and feelings mirrored back at them once again

So yeah, thats all i have. i really love the concept of cherubs and i wish it was explored more in homestuck Also sorry for any spelling or gramatical errors and for some of the cherub faces beeing so badly drawn, i’m still figuring out the face’s structure

Thank you for reading!

[punzomeu]

100 days - a dnf minific.

dream is about to hear the hundredth voice message that george left recorded before leaving – or – george recorded small reminders, his last words, and finally, his goodbye to dream.

warnings:

— this is my first threadfic ever, sorry if i'm doing smth wrong and all the gramatic errors.

— tw: depression, may contain suicid3 mentions.

100 days.

100 days ago, george left and dream had never felt so alone in his entire life until that moment. it was the hardest three months and ten days to tolerate, everything around him seemed to freeze. could 100 days seem like an eternity?

for dream, it was the most painful eternity he had ever faced. there was no one else by his side to wipe away his tears or hug him when he had a nightmare, no one to cover him with kisses and say the most cheesy and charming things in the world.

george left and took half of dream with him, it was too much pain to tolerate. dream couldn't understand or just didn't want to anymore, the world was cruel and life had no rational explanation. nothing else mattered, nothing else made sense to him.

they knew that 100 days would be nothing compared to a lifetime they would have together, but if there was any way to ease even a little of each other's pain, they would still do it without hesitation.

before leaving, george left recorded messages in dream's voice mail. he knew this wouldn't be easy and it would hurt him more than anyone else. isn't knowing you're going to leave deeply tragic? especially when you love someone so much that you don't want to leave them.

this messages were more like a reminder to dream. a reminder of all the things they had lived together, each moment was deeply etched in his heart, in his bones and in his mind. dream's body would never forget the warmth of george's or the feeling it had when hugging george.

dream wondered: if there really is a god in this world, what law did he disobey to receive such punishment? or rather, what had george done? loved someone to the point that his body hurts? did he choose to be a devotee of his love instead of being a devotee of heaven?

his refuge has been shattered and nothing is left. and now the thread that held him was about to snap, it was the day to hear the last recording left for him. he didn't have the courage to press that button, he didn't have the courage to say goodbye or let him go for good.

dream still remembered when he met him, when they first spoke; of their first kiss; from their first date; from their first fight. in his mind his voice was still clear as the sun, he still heard it, still remembered the smile, the look...

people say that when you meet your soulmate you will be able to know right away, dream didn't believe much in beliefs but he couldn't explain what he felt when he saw george for the first time. nor could he explain what he felt when he saw george for the last time. he would switch places, face any consequences to see him well. but george would never allow that, they both cared immensely for each other.

for george there was no suffering, his pain was to see dream suffering for himself, he felt guilty for making him cry and now he couldn't stop dream's tears from falling as before.

dream had been staring non-stop for an hour at the answering machine in front of him. in the last few months, every day he heard a new message and it gave him strength on his worst days. what would happen from now on? holding tightly to the chain around his neck with george's ring and looking at the ring in his own hand, he didn't know how but pressed play and closed his eyes hoping to hear the voice that never ceased to be so familiar.

'hi, dream.

what time is it? how is the weather? i hope it's sunny, you still hate rainy days, don't you? during these 100 days i tried to say all the things i wanted you to hear for all my life, but in the end all i wanted was to be able to make you smile. i believed that forever really did exist and that i would achieve it. i'm sorry i can't keep all the promises i made to you, i'm sorry to put you through this.

i know you think i suffered for everything that happened, but with you by my side, how could i not be able to tolerate any suffering? with you by my side, there's nothing in this world i can't handle. and you were there, you held my hand and brought me the greatest peace.

dream, i've spent my whole life looking for someone like you. every moment with you was like having actually lived an eternity, an eternal life full of love and happiness. all the moments i spent with you were my infinite ones and i will certainly never be able to forget even a second of everything we lived together. i never knew the meaning of love, but i think i started to understand when i saw your smile for the first time.

after meeting you i just wanted to spend every minute by your side, your smile gave me the courage to face heaven and earth together. i would wait 800 years for you if i had to, fight the gods and die in battle for you. it's you and it will always be you. we achieved what many don't even dream is possible, having loved and been loved by you was more than enough for me. so i want you to know that you made me the happiest person in this world and i wanted nothing more than you.

don't give up on your dreams, keep living your life and be happy. i never stopped and i will never stop looking at you, i unconditionally love every detail of you, every curve of your body was and always will be immensely admired by me.

this is not a goodbye letter nor a goodbye, because no matter how many lives i live in all of them i will only love you. and no matter the time, i will always wait for you. you told me our hearts were linked forever, didn't you?

don't worry, i'll find you again. but in this life, i just wish that your days remain happy and you to be for everyone what it always was for me, hope. you were my miracle and the luck i had to live by your side is like nothing in this world.

dream…i loved you since the first time my eyes met yours, i fell in love with you every day and that love will be engraved in my soul.

just don't forget… okay?

with love, george.'

[analoghorrorexplained]

Analog Horror Review: THE LONGEYED PROJECT.

[ Warning, this post will contain spoilers for the work of media mentioned in the title.]

“THE LONGEYED PROJECT” is a game split up into 2 chapters that takes the form of training program for some unknown entity that exists to track these beings. From what lore we are able to gather from the intro: this program exists to assess the user’s ability to pick out human mimics (Longeyed) from actual humans as a sort of “6th sense” test.

 These being are usually not hard to spot given they have very visible facial abnormalities, but it is also noted to us that these beings also give off a bad smell. It is stated within the game that these creatures usually come for people within 7 days of first contact and are responsible for a disproportionate amount of disappearances. This is all we really learn about these creatures between these 2 chapters. 

Chapter 2 has multiple endings you can get depending on what choices you make in the game. There is a good ending where you make the right choices and you get a raise for being able to spot these beings. There is an ending where a longeyed comes to kill you. And there is an ending where you fuck up so badly you somehow did not notice your boss was replaced by a longeyed and now they can complete their goals (whatever those are).

This series has a lot of problems.

For one: a LOT of THE LONGEYED PROJECT was borrowed from Mandela Catalogue and Assessment Examination (a game based on the former) which really hurts it since its trying to be its own thing. A lot of the concepts they use are just not their own and there is seldom really any lore to back up what is being shown to us. We have no idea what these “Longeyed” are. We have no idea why they are doing what they are doing. And we have no idea how what we are doing is even helping this Longeyed problem. There is just too much unexplained in general. It also does not help that the Ayuwoki meme image was also included as a serious part of the game, along with other disturbing face images taken from other corners of the internet.

Another issue that is pretty clear is the voice acting and actual script writing itself.

The game has a few pretty blatant gramatical errors along with at times very hard to understand dialogue. I am 99% sure that the devs who made this game do not speak English as their first language. This is fine. English is not a pre-rec for a good series. There are plenty of games and series that just speak in their native languages and provide subtitles for english audiences. But given the game is half voice-acted segments and sometimes its very hard to understand whats being said: it takes away from the game. I end up reading the text on screen more than I do listening to the dialogue. This probably also translates into the writing issues as well.

Overall: its a great game for general shock value given it has a lot of uncanny valley going on but not a good game for anything lore related. It takes too many ideas from other things and does not know how to translate them into its own free-standing project and idea. 

Its a dollar store version of Assessment Examination with less content.

Overall this series was a flop and is too close to Mandela Catalogue to really stand on its own. For all of my devs and creators out there who want to create an analog horror series: copying and being inspired by something is not the same thing. You can still develop story ideas based off of something you like while giving it enough meat to be able to stand on its own. Do not do this.

[cherriready]

I need my girl ~ Tony Stark x Fem!Reader

{This story may contain spoilers about Endgame! AND SCROLL, AND SCROLL BECAUSE I CAN'T USE THE 'KEEP READING' THING SINCE I'M WITH THE PHONE}

Warnings: Death of a main character, Angst, Blood...

A/N: English is not my maternal language, there can be gramatical errors. Sorry about that.

Last chance to keep scrolling, guys!

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Morgan was asleep in Y/N's arms, as the female watched in silence and in the company of Tony, the incredible views from his porch. A fan of colors purple, pink, orange, yellow and blue flooded the sky, there was an incredible and imposing sunset in front of them, hidden behind the trees, just on the other side of the lake shore. The noise of the water, the crickets and the cicadas accompanied the majestic sunset, which transmitted a serenity that made them forget at times the truth that both adults would have to face the next day.

"I don't think you should have done it," the young woman broke the silence as she watched the girl, she hugging between her arms, trying to find a more comfortable posture. "I don't see it necessary."

"What are you talking about?" asked Stark as he looked at the woman with a confused expression.

"I'm talking about the video you recorded an hour and a half ago. I've seen you do it," Y/N spoke as she stroked little Morgan's hair and looked at Tony with a sad expression.

He lowered his head as he looked down at the floor and sighed. "I just want to leave something behind, something ready, in case something happens to me."

"No," said Y/N with a frown. "I refuse to let you come up with the conclusion that you need to leave something recorded in case something happens to you, Tony. It's not necessary, because nothing is going to happen to you tomorrow," she said as she raised her voice slightly, causing to the little girl to let go a little whimper. "Sorry, darling," she apologized to the kid.

"You don't know that," whispered Tony as he closed his eyes and enjoyed the gentle breeze caressing his face.

"Tony... You must think about her, about both of them, before doing anything. I know that our mission is to bring back all the vanished, but...  Your real responsibility and concern is this!" Y/N pointed out as he looked at Morgan, letting Tony understand her message, what she really meant.

"I know, Y/N. But still-"

"For once, don't be the fucking hero. Leave that role to someone else, damn it..." whispered the woman with a frown, as she rocked the girl carefully. "For once in your life, I'm begging you, don't be the one who has to do everything!"

"You don't say all this just because you've seen me make the video before, do you?" asked the genius Stark as he pulled away the hair that fell on his daughter's face and put it behind her ear.

"No. You see, I've had these strange dreams again... Like the ones I told you about before the Sokovia agreements and the... You know, before everything that happened five years ago," said the woman with E/C eyes, as she bit her lip, trying to hold back the urge to cry.

"You have premonitory dreams again," said the brunette man looking at his friend with concern.  He placed one of his hands on Y/N's shoulder to try to comfort her, but it was in vain as she began to cry in silence.

The youngest Stark seemed to notice how the woman holding her in a hug must have been feeling, so she unconsciously grabbed her with more strength, still asleep, as if she was trying to calm her, to comfort her, and make her understand that everything was fine. That she was there, and that everything would be fine.

"Aw, Morgan," whispered the c/h haired woman in tears, noticing how the little one was trying to comfort her. "Thank you, little miss Stark..." she said before posing a kiss on the crown of the toddler, so that she could rest her chin on the little head.

"Hey, guys," Pepper whispered as she approached the couple of friends who shared an intimate moment. "I've come for Morgan, it's time to put her to bed. It's a bit too late," said Tony's wife, as she crouched next to Y/N and held her daughter in her arms. "Thank you for being with her today.  We missed you so much," the redhead said with a small smile.

"It's the least I can do for my goddaughter. After all, I missed her too. All of you." said the young avenger before caressing the girl's cheek as a sign of farewell good night.

Tony got up from the stairs on the porch so that he could give his daughter a proper kiss and send her off to bed. "Night night, Maguna. I love you tons, baby girl." he whispered softly in the girl's ear, before posing a long kiss on her forehead.

"I do it 3000, papa," said groggy the little one, as she rested her head on her mother's shoulder, looking for comfort and warmth in her.

"I'm going to sleep now, too," Pepper said, trying to disguise his desire to yawn.

"Alright. Good night, Peps." said goodbye Tony before giving his tired wife a short kiss on the lips. "Sleep well."

"Good night, Pepper" Y/N said goodbye to her friend with a small smile and a small hug, after getting up from where she had been sitting.

"See you tomorrow," the woman said goodbye before getting inside the house, this time with her daughter in her arms.

"I love you," exclaimed the Stark before he lost sight of the lady of the house.

"Tony." Y/L/N called his friend, thus gaining his attention. "This is something you can't miss for anything in the world. I wouldn't forgive you," she earnestly pointed out.

"How long have you been dreaming of my death?" asked the man as he folded his arms and watched his friend, while waiting for a sincere answer.

"Since we started looking for a solution to this fucking disaster."

"That's... plenty of time."

"I know, that's why I'm asking you to play your part in the background tomorrow. I can't afford to lose anyone else, you know? I can't afford to let anyone else die. It wouldn't be fair to anyone else."

"It would be great not to die," Tony said.

"That's why you're going to promise me you won't, okay?" She asked him.

"Y/N, you know I-"

"Alright!?" Y/N insisted, raising her voice slightly. "Tony?" she called her friend's attention as she folded her arms and stared at him.

The Iron-man sighed and looked at her attentively before nodding Slowly. "I'll do what I can."

"That's not good enough for me, Stark. You have to swear, give me your word or I'll kill you," threatened Y/N to Tony as she pointed a finger at him.

"You realize that doesn't make any sense, right?  That's-"

"Anthony..."

"God, how stubborn you are, Y/N. Okay! I swear, I won't die tomorrow," said the man as he raised his hands as signal of surrender.

"Sounds like a plan to me!" smiled the avenger and then hugged Tony tightly.

Tony hugged her for a long time. He well knew that this might be the last time they could be like this, since the next day anything could happen, to any of them. Any scenario could develop, and that terrified him in an unimaginable way. Losing his family and friends was a blow that he would never know how to fit in, and so he preferred not to even think about it.

"I think it's time for me to go home. It's late and I had promised Nat that we would-"

"Y/N." said Tony as he held his friend's face between his hands and made her look into his eyes. "You know perfectly well that I love you very much, don't you?"

She nodded and smiled warmly. "I know perfectly well, Tony," she replied, causing Tony to pose a kiss on her forehead, then hug her again. "I love you too, Stark." whispered Y/N to him before she broke the hug.

"Goodbye, kiddo," said Tony goodbye as his friend headed to her car.

Y/N raised her hand as a bye sign and smiled at him broadly, with a little laugh. "See you, my dude." She wavered at him as she got into her car.

"Hey, Y/L/N!" Stark exclaimed as he watched the woman start the vehicle. "No surprises tomorrow!"

"Take your own advice, you old wreck. And remember you made me a promise!"

***

"I am... Inevitable." Thanos said arrogantly, before snapping his fingers, which didn't work, because the gauntlet didn't have a any of the infinity stones.

The mad titan looked with an open mouth and incredulous look at the gauntlet and then at the young woman in front of him. He saw how the power of the stones invaded the body of the female human and how her body react at such magnitude of power. Y/N was in pain. And because of that, she shouted and complained, until her body ended up adapting to all the stones.

But it wouldn't last long.

Oopsie

Y/N looked defiantly at Thanos, who had remained static looking at her, knowing what was coming next for him and that it was inevitable. "Yeah, well, and... we are... the Avengers!" snapped the young woman without hesitation.

A white flash flooded the place for a few moments, followed by it, all the allies of Thanos and himself, began to turn to dust in the battlefield, as 5 years ago millions of beings from all over the universe had done it before.

Karma is a bitch, huh?

"I just fried myself, well done Y/L/N..." commented Y/N to herself, trying to make her situation less serious, as the right half of her own body was totally burned and a huge wound in the area of her femoral artery from where emanated lots of blood.

"Y/N/N..." called a soft voice, which addressed to her. "What ha-... What have you done?"

Y/N finished sitting and leaning on a pile of rubble, looked up and saw Tony, Rhodey, Peter, Pepper, Steve and Thor approaching her. Some of them ducked on to stay at her height and others stood watching everything.

She smiled weakly and looked at his dearest friend. "I've made them to bite the... dust, you get it?" the woman laughed briefly, before grabbing her side because the pain she felt. "Goddammit..." she complained.

"Don't worry, we'll still take you to a place where you can be cured and-" Captain America tried to talk, as he approached his friend and tried to hold her in his arms.

"No, no... Steve, no. It's okay, there's nothing that can be done for me." she whispered as she took the captain's hand and stroked it. "Let it be, please..." she whispered and then gave Tony a warm look. "This is how it had to happen, you know..."

"No, Y/N, please..." begged Stark as he stroked her good friend's cheek, who was beginning to have trouble breathing. "Friday, tell me her situation." he asked to the A.I.

"Her vital signs are compromised, sir." answered Friday.

Everyone began to cry in silence. Tony sobbed a little before leaning his head against Y/N's head as he stroked her cheek. She smiled weakly and gently wiped away his tears.

"Your girls need you, Tony. Morgan has both parents. I can't ask for anything better..." she whispered as she looked at Pepper, who was crying in Rhodey's arms and dedicated one of her last smiles to them.

"But, I-I..." Tony whispered between loud sobs as big tears were falling down his cheeks. "Y/N..."

Y/N placed her hand on her friend's chest, over the light of his Ractor Arc, and then gave him one last, small but warm smile. Tony held Y/N's hand on his chest and watched her life flee by moments.

Indeed, nothing could be done for her, it was late.

"N-No, Y/N" Peter begged as he got on his knees and embraced the corpse of his friend. "Don't go, stay. Stay, stay, stay, stay, stay. Stay with us. Don't die. Stay... with us." he sobbed so hard, that Thor started to cry even harder.

"You were... No, you are also my girl. I need you in my life." whispered Tony in his dearest friend's ear, even when he knew that she couldn't hear him. "God, I need my girl." pronounced before closing Y/N's eyes for ever.

Silence and sobs ruled the place once again.

And that's how it all ended.

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Even more Who Fic ideas I can’t write bc I’m lazy

Okay maybe not lazy- I don’t think I’m lazy? I just really struggle keeping attention, and after a paragraph I’m bored? I struggle to stick with thing?? Idk? I dunno how to explain- but yeah take my ideas and run with them if you like them?? Heck if you write them, hit me up, and I’ll literally link them in this post <3

Okay so some of these exist already but they’re all mostly text fics? But can we please have more Eleven/Dhawan!Master fics?? I think the fandom has mostly just accepted their original meeting was while he was Eleven because he’s the only New Who Doctor not to have a Master Post-Ten? (Look I bolded post-ten so yall don’t think I’m ignoring Nine and The War Doc??) Can we not have the Master lowkey flirting with Eleven and Eleven being flustered af bc Eleven was a baby :’) Idk? I just- I have no excuses haha

This is an idea Ive had for a while, because I like River and y’know? Space Wives?? Please? :’) But anyway, my biggest love would be Thirteen in the Library episodes? Thirteen lowkey infiltrating the exploration squad or whatever the fudge they were called, she could pass as a normal person albeit a bit eccentric? Because River definitely doesn’t know that face if the Husbands of River Song is anything to go by? Thirteen promising herself she’s not there to get involved or change anything, she’s just there to see River one more time- but then Oop- she get’s involved gg :’) Its up to you how much she changes, if anything gets overwritten? Go crazy yo-

This prompt contains Broadchurch S2 spoilers btw Okay this one is a crossover? Sorry. Normally I’m not a crossover person, I just don’t like them most of the time unless they’re really well written? I read an amazing D:BH x Marvel crossover once?? ANYWAY. I’m going off on one... Broadchurch x Who fics aren’t rare.. but ones including Thirteen are hella rare and it makes me so sad?? But anyway, I finished season 2 the other day and lol at they end, Paul is all like lol bye Joe off to Sheffield you go... and I’m just there fucking screaming? Imagine right? Joe is just chilling in Sheffield being the shitstain that he is? And he sees Thirteen? and he’s like? fuck? what? help? Extra points if she’s being super gay with Yaz or she’s lowkey with the Master :’) but either way Joe is pissing himself bc he’s like holy fuck i’m being haunted or karma or- idk :’) extra extra points if Thirteen spots this random human staring and thinks he’s being homophobic or racist or smth and she lowkey gives him a glare and hESHJBF,DJKBFHDHJKFSDG I’m fine. fuck. i’m honestly fine. Joe deserves jail thanks he made my baby cry :ccc

nOW I have that out of the way- iMAgine lets kill hitler but when River gives him her regenerative shizzle, it heals him yes, but he also regenerates into Twelve? bc by this point the ponds have witnessed Mels > River regeneration so they’re aware of the concept? but now? their young energetic puppy of a doctor is a grumpy scot? and they’re whiplash af? but they aren’t the type to get judgemental? bc he’s still the doctor? I think if the ponds ever had to deal with a regen, they’re definitely in the group that would be accepting and wouldn’t taken ten years to get over it (LOOKING AT YOU CLARA YOU MEANIE???) Rory having a mid-life crisis bc now he has TWO anger scot peoples 

Clara breaking Thirteen out of prison bc we’ve all seen the Jack versions but hi Clara can’t get back to Gallifrey to be put back in her timestream if iTS ALL DESTROYED SO IS SHE IMMORTAL??/ Anyway yeah Clara is like lmao psyche I’m gonna go save the dork from prison bc ur not telling me she doesn’t keep tabs on him? pft. Thirteen is like woah holy shit Clara? and Clara is like woah holy shit yoU REMEMBER ME AND YOU’RE GORGEOUS AND WOAH SHIT NOW IM GAY?? :’) and then Jack bursts in and he’s like oh i was late which one of you are the doctor- :’) 

Asylum of the Daleks except Eleven literally takes Dalek Oswin with him? and news spreads among the universe? the doctor and a dalek> traveling? together? it causes the biggest shOOKETH in the history of shOOKETHs? imagine landing places and peoples reactions to a fuCKING DaleK OH SHIT WE GON DIE but then woah?? a literal sassy female-sounding dalek? hi bye wtf? Yes. We stan Dalek Oswin.

Thasmin bc I need to make sure yall know deSPITE THE USERNAME I DO ACTUALLY DIE FOR THASMIN TOO YKNOW??? anyway, the house-tardis (housis) likes Yaz, bc everyone likes Yaz, have you met her? she’s precious? we love? anyway the housis takes Yaz to the Doctor bc Yaz is lowkey begging bc she needs to save her- she doesn’t know what happens but- she hopes and- anyway the housis takes her to prison and yeet Yaz is a badass and breaks her out? Thirteen is like woAH im gay af when Yaz deadass throws a guard over her shoulder or smth and she’s like I DONT APPROVE OF TH E VIOLEN C E but she’s also gay crisis af :’) we just have lots of prison break alternatives in this church

Can i throw in another broadchurch crossover? I like these... The Master escapes the Kasaavin realm and ends up in Broadchurch? He’s bare confused why everyone looks like the doctor or his/her/their human pets :’) he lowkey does double takes every two seconds. without a tardis he’s forced to live as a human for a bit, while trying to contact the doctor, bc as much as he doesnt wanna admit it, he needs her to give him a lift to his tardis lmao- anyway she eventually turns up and idk , everything falls to shit bc the general public are so confused bc now there’s two beths :’)

the fam end up in petes world after a shitshow in the votex :’) maybe someone crashes into them (lol probably the master being a bish) and yep. thirteen is like o shit nope i cant do this- but the fam wanna explore, so she can’t refuse. and ofc, cliche af but oFC THEY RUN INTO ROSE? WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME? WE NEED BLONDE BABIES TOGETHER THANKS? maybe thirteen is trying to pretend to be normal and human and its a disaster and the fam are confused but play along, maybe they’re dragged into an alien issue and its all running and shit? maybe meta doc is dead? maybe thirteen wants to tell rose who she is so bad but? she cant? things are so different now? she’s changed so much> she’s scared? jkhflkjhg precious- but yeah take it as you wANT YO

the fam meeting missy. you can set missy pre-dhawan, post-dhawan, I’m not bothered? personally I really like post-dhawan but it’s fine. the fam are like oo whose this aND IT DOESNT CONNECT THEY’RE THE MASTER BC MISSY IS A NORMAL NAME SO THEY DONT THINK- but then it comes to light and they’re like HYJKFGUIGFDSLUHGSUHL maybe they’re angry and confrontational, maybe they’re defensive and shook?? i dunno but missy and fam are the dream squad thanks-

same as last time, this has lots of typos and gramatical errors, shit punctuation and half the time i forgot to capatalize... BUT i lowkey have a big ass bandage around a finger on my left hand and its hard to type- (i was a numpty and cut a bit off my finger at work) SO YEAH I HAVE AN EXCUSE- ?? haha jokes im just a mess... but yeah I’ll fix this post up evenbtually... 

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Blog info and rules

This blog is happening in an AU, where Joe and Protoman still live, but Emily is dead (although manifests as a ghost sometimes). The attack on Wily's tower happened, but Joe survived (barely). Most of info about Thomas Light here is based on my (blog owner's) headcanons.

Info about Thomas

Age: 62 years old (end of Act 1)

Sexuality: Asexual heteroromantic cis male

Mental health: depression, social anxiety

Personality type: INFP

Possible trigger warnings

This blog might contain mentions of depression, suicide, social anxiety, loss of a loved one and other dark themes. I will tag them like this: tw: [trigger].

Rules and other info

NSFW asks aren't welcome.

Submissions are welcome.

I might post some sketches or draeing sometimes, but they're really not that good quality.

I might make gramatical errors and typos, because English isn't my first language.

All asks for me should be in [square brackets].

I am in no way affiliated with The Protomen, or anyone else. This is a fanmade blog.

There is no consistent upload schedule, but I will try to post as regular as it is possible.

This blog is kept in a partially-humorous-partially-serious style. Asks of both kinds are welcome.

Please, don't make any drama or get me involved in any. Just have some human decency.

Have fun!

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    THINGS I LIKE TO KNOW ABOUT RP PARTNERS.

FILL IN:

i like to be called: Ann

my favorite color is:  Red

gender: female

one thing you should know about me:  I love binge watching series, I adore Netflix and Marvel and I am very insecure about my portrayal of my muses. Oh wait... that’s not one thing was it? 

one thing you should know about my muse(s):  At the moment I have two blogs. With one of them being Klaus. He is just so much fun to play with and I just love that potato. 

first language:  Dutch (hence the spelling and gramatical errors sometimes)

second language: I don’t really have a second language but I prefer to say English on that one. 

HIGHLIGHT:

age range:   under 13  |  14–17 | 18–22 | 23–25 | 26–29 |  30+ |  70+

am i okay with nsfw?: yes but I just don’t like to write it. There are way more fun things to write out with someone. | no | sometimes | but not for this muse

my favorite/most common thing to rp is: angst | fluff | smut | crack | action | other

oc friendly?: yes | no | depends

rp blog:   does | doesn’t   contain ooc posts

TAGGED BY:  @perfectdisastcr TAGGING:  everyone who wants to fill this in!! I am always interested in the muns behind the muses.

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Dear Damian Part 5 (Older Damian Wayne x Reader)

Schninner: Well, this was going to be the last part of dear Damian, but a conversation with @the-singing-canary inspired me to prolong the suffering >:) have fun lovelies! <3

Part 1 * Part 2 * Part 3 * Part 4 * Part 6 * Part 7

(Reader is a Girl)

Tagging @maruthor​ @isabellegunawan​ @the-singing-canary​

Warnings: swearing, bloooood, and the angst (oh, and a few possible gramatical errors, sorry!)

Word Count: 1173

Master List

Your heart thundered in your chest as cold sweat ran down your back. Your head whipped around to your father, only to find him with a twisted smile on his face.

“What’s the meaning of this?! We had a deal!” Words that you meant to sound angry and intimidating only came out in a terrified squeak.

This only seemed to delight your father more. “that’s right my dear, we did have a deal! What was it again? OH! That’s right! You work for me, and I will refrain from killing your little boy toy over here!” He said, pointing to Damian. He let out a sigh and continued,” But, sadly, I have found myself becoming… hmm … what’s the word?” He asked, rubbing his chin, his eyes lit up and he snapped his fingers. “Bored! That’s it! So I will, unfortunately, have to let you go. Guards! Seize her!”

Before you even had time to react, several of your father’s guards appeared out of nowhere and apprehended you, twisting your arm and pinning it behind your back causing you to let out a sharp cry of pain. Damian was on his feet immediately, his hands still bound behind him, and the guards still trying to force him back into submission.

“Don’t you touch her!” He seethed, trying to get out of the guards’ grip.

“You have me, just let her go!” He shouted at your father.

“Oh my! How incredibly noble of you Mr. Wayne! But I don’t think I’ve made myself clear, you both are dying. It’s nothing personal- “

“Bull shite!” You shouted, interrupting him.

“-Just have to tie up those loose ends, I’m sure you understand.”

You were both dragged, kicking and screaming to your father’s dungeon with your father standing a safe distance away looking rather amused.

The numerous guards that were holding you, threw Damian and you into the same containment cell. You fell onto the cold hard concrete floor, scraping your forearms. You shot up almost immediately, running to the cell door. The guards slammed it in your face. You scowled upon seeing your father on the other side of the bars smiling gleefully.

“I’ll give you two some time to catch up before the executions start. Oh! And I wouldn’t try escaping if I were you, because that would just mean that your deaths would come so much quicker, not to mention, they would be oh so boring.”

Your scowl remained engraved on your face, “You son of a bitch!”

Your hands darted through the bars and grasped his clothing. A look of bewildered Shock spread over his face as you pulled him to the bars, his head making a satisfy “Clang” as it hit the steal cylinders.

“We had a deal!” You screamed, repeatedly bashing his head into the bars while his guards tried to pull him away.

“WE HAD A DEAL!”

The guards then hit you in the head with a small, but very hard object, causing you to lose your grip on your father and stagger back into a pair of comforting arms.

The guards surrounded your scowling, and currently bleeding father. He glared daggers at you, “I will enjoy watching you die, Daughter.” He spat the last words out like venom, before briskly walking away.

Once he left, you suddenly remember whose arms are around you. You whirled around quickly, and let out a slight gasp at Damian's battered, bruised, and bloodied face. You bit your trembling bottom lip, as you hesitantly reach your hand out to his face.

He closed his light blue eyes and gently leaned into your touch. Your fingers traced around the bruises on his face, a sob wrenched through your throat causing his eyes to snap open and pull you into a tight and loving embrace. You cried into his broad shoulders, letting your tears mingle with the blood dripping down from your nose and lip.

“I'm sorry Damian!” You said between sobs

“I didn't want to hurt you, I never wanted to!”

He hushed you and gently rocked your trembling body back and forth. He lightly kisses the top of your head and whispered and a calming voice,

“I know [F/N], I know.”

He gently pulled away from you and looked into your [E/C] eyes. His hand gently caressed the right side of your face then made its way to your slightly swollen and bleeding which he gingerly grazed over with his thumb.

His eyes swelled with tears.

“I know why you did it, and I know you didn’t want to, but [F/N], why didn’t you tell me?”

His voice was dripping from the psychological pain you had put him through over that past several months. It broke your heart to see him this way.

“Why did you put yourself through all that pain, and all that suffering, just to save my rotten hide?” the tears were now streaming down his face.

“I did the both for the same reason. I did it, not only to save you, but to give you a second chance at a happy life, a happy ending. To give you the opportunity to meet a new girl- “your voice broke, and a fresh wave of tears came rushing down. “-fall in love with her, start a family with her. Because I love you Damian Wayne, and all I want is for you to be happy!”

“Well, there is a massive fault in your plan.” He scowled, his voice rising in anger as he gripped your arms. “Because the only way for me to be happy, if I am with you [F/N]! Not someone else, I need you!”

You both stared intensely at each other for a moment, breathing heavily, before pulling each other into a long passionate kiss. Your arms around his neck, tangling your fingers in his hair, and his around your waist. That kiss, lead to several more, until it turned into something else entirely.

You did although, eventually stop, and laid next to each other, eventually drifting off to a, surprisingly peaceful, sleep.

The morning came much too quickly. Sunlight seeped through the cell walls falling across Damian’s unconscious face. You observed his slumbering features, a small smile danced across your lips as you began to play with his raven black hair, twisting the semi long strands around your fingers.

Damian groggily opened his eyes and turned over on his side to face you. He pressed his forehead against yours, and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“God morning Dami.” You said softly, looking lovingly into his eyes.

“Good morning beloved,” He mumbled in a gravelly morning voice.

I would love to tell you that this is how our story ends, that you and Damian remained in each other’s arms, living happily ever after. That your father had miraculously grown a heart that night and decided to let you go to live out the rest of your lives. But that is sadly, not how our story ends. In fact, the worst has still yet to come.

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Torchwood HQ RP Review

THEME & COLOURS → 5/10

Ok where to start....I honestly don’t like the theme as it feels very child like. It doesn’t fit in with the Doctor Who/Torchwood universe at all and looks a bit of a mess. That is my first impression. I think you need to change the theme so it looks a bit more mature as that is what Torchwood was about when it was on TV. Remove the purple and change it to colours such as black, grey and maybe blue. Stay away from italics. I also suggest you stay away from container themes.

Now don’t get me wrong I like what you are trying to do, but it just doesn’t quite fit and I know some people may not want to join because of that. I do like the header graphics though.

ORGANIZATION → 2/5

I am not too fond of the way your navigation page works and suggest you go for a navigation page similar to these ones. I can see this page working for you maybe.

Your navigation should be set up clearly, evansyhelp has even done various templates you can use. I’ve been using them for years.

This way you just need one link for characters and then in that page another link to say agents, admin character, new agents etc and then link to the specific tag. It is much cleaner.

RULES/AUDITION FORM→ 2/5

Checking out the rules I found some spelling and gramatical errors. Godmodding is spelt wrong and there are no full stops at the end of sentances. Away from that I feel having people apply with two characters from the start is excessive and they should wait at least a week to see how they can deal with activity etc. You also say no FC’s are banned and yet you have a “bad fc list“ which lists those who are problematic and don’t want in the roleplay. I suggest you reword that or remove it from the rules entirely. Three months without activity for a limit? Uhh may I suggest you change it to max of one week. People will take you for granted otherwise and it is unfair on other players in the roleplay if someone goes awol for that long. No roleplay i’ve seen has an activity limit like that.

Now to application form.  I’m afraid this also needs changing. May I suggest this template:

OOC

Name/alias:

Age:

Timezone:

Preferred pronouns:

Where can you be contacted:

Activity level: (please don’t just give a number)

How well do you know the Doctor Who, Torchwood and Supernatural universe?:

IC

Character desired:

Face Claim:

Preferred pronouns:

Age:

Species:

Gender:

Sexuality:

Occupation:

Physical Description:

Three personality traits:

Backstory: (please include how and when Mel found them)

Are you applying with a skeleton character / based on a skeleton character or is this your own original character? If it is a or based on a skeleton character, which one?

ROLEPLAY PLOT→ 1/5

I can’t see anywhere stating that the roleplay has a specific plot. Just that in the sidebar it is merged with other shows. Has anything specific happened? Are any characters from the show coming back are they all OC? Where is it set? From my knowledge of Torchwood/Doctor Who - each base is located in a different city or even parallel universe. If you need help with a description i’d be happy to help.

OVERALL SCORE → 10/25

RP Link: torchwoodhq

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A simple yet effective logo is the best approach. The purpose of your logo is the start of an integrated marketing approach that will define your brand. Your logo can be anything, but it does not have to be everything. Very seldom will your logo appear only by itself. In most cases it will be featured with other content so there is no need to over do your logo. Instead keep it simple, and focus on the core of your business. Review other logos then select elements that will give you a clean, fresh and reputable logo.

Logo Design and Fonts

You may have noticed the gramatical error in the above heading but it was not an error! Most logo designs can achieve the desired result using only two different font styles. Typically one font is used for the main text and another for secondary text or the tag line. Then moving forward, as you design websites and other marketing materials, you should follow the same approach.

The most important concept when choosing the logo fonts is to accurately capture your brand identity. Font selection is very in doing this. Fonts have a great deal of influence on the look and feel of your logo. Just think, there are numerous companies with logos that only contain text and fonts. Finally one of the most important considerations when choosing a font, make sure it is easy to read!

Logo Design and Mediums

Where is your logo going to be used? Many times this question doesn’t seem to get asked or answered. If your logo is going on product packaging then it must look crisp and clean on the package. It is essential to envision your logo and all its potential uses before finalizing a logo design. While it look good on clothing, what about in black and white, on the web? All very imporant considerations.

Vector Logo Design

Basically this simply means your logo can be proportionately re-sized, no matter how large of small, with no loss in quality (blurry, fuzzy or pixelated appearance). This is even more important if you logo will be used in print. You should receive a number of file versions for your finished logo. This way you can use the appropiate  logo file for each corresponding application.

Find the Right Logo Design

Review similar logo designs. This is a great way to jump start your logo design process. There is no reason to re-create the wheel. In many cases large companies spend thousands of dollars on logos. Leverage this and find ideas for our logo.

Get the Logo Design You Need

By hiring a graphic designer or design firm to create your logo, you are taking a big step to receiving the highest quality logo that will serve your company well for years to come. Be open to new ideas and concepts. Let the designers explain the thinking and rationale behind their logo design. Remember the best logo isn’t necessarily your favorite but rather the one that will prove to be the most effective.

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