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leothil · 1 year ago

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Tumblr Fandom: A Year in Review 2023

@mistmarauder thank you so much for creating this and tagging me! 💛💛

Top Five Blorbos: 1. Eddie Diaz - 9-1-1 2. Leon Draisaitl - Hockey rpf 3. Embry Carter - Rebel Kings MC 4. Matthew Tkachuk - Hockey rpf 5. Eddie Fulton - Summer Sons

Top Five Fandoms: 1. 9-1-1 2. Hockey rpf 3. Rebel Kings MC 4. Percy Jackson 5. Summer Sons

Top Five OTPs: 1. Buddie - 9-1-1 2. Mattdrai - Hockey rpf 3. Embry and Mateo - Rebel Kings MC 4. Andrew and Eddie - Summer Sons 5. Quinn Hughes and Brady Tkachuk - Hockey rpf (listen. I can feel the brainrot brewing for these two. It's gonna get worse.)

Shoutout to Some New Friends: I feel like this year is the first time I really properly interacted with @shitouttabuck, @messyhairdiaz, @eddiebabygirldiaz and @toboldlynerd and it's been a truly wonderful time! Shoutout to @nunc-spes-spei and @zahlibeth who are always willing to yes-and spec/ideas and indulge weird theories, you're the best!

Shoutout to Some Old Friends: @rewritetheending, talking to you more this year has brought me indescribable amounts of joy, comfort, relief, every positive feeling out there! I can't emphasize enough how important you are to me! @onward--upward you are a true champ for putting up with my weird hrpf rants and excessive post sharing, I love sharing the brainrot with you! My Buck and Eddie girls @burnthatbridge, @girldadbuddie, and @thatsveryood, I treasure you SO much and hope we can share an unhinged video chat again soon (NZ meetup??)! And my absolute ride or dies, my teeny tiny friends, @buckactuallys, @capseycartwright, @clusterbuck, @hattalove, @oatflatwhite, and @thatbuddie, you're the best thing I have gained from this webbed site, I can't believe I get to talk to you every day! All hail the superior search engine etc, I love you so much!

Favorite Creation You Posted This Year: I've loved doing my fic recs from the archive-project and I've been so happy to see other people discover new old fics through it! (It's not finished, I just wanted a break over the holidays!)

Favorite Creation Posted by Someone Else This Year: I've got to shout out @butchdiaz's Eddie Diaz is the archer because I sat eating breakfast at our summer cottage one morning back in July, watching this video on repeat and struggling to keep my feelings somewhat contained because I couldn't spoil my sister by showing it to her.

People Who Brightened Your Year: Everyone I've already mentioned, naturally, but also @tripleaxeldiaz, @henswilsons, @kitkatpancakestack, @eddiediaaz, @try-set-me-on-fire, @transboybuckley, @trippedandfell for being those extra bright spots on my dash and sometimes in my DMs!

Anyone Else You’d Like to Mention: Big shoutout to all of my mutuals and followers, you are all fantastic and I'm really happy to be here hanging out with you! Extra thanks to @evcndiaz @nymika-arts @glorious-spoon @ellelans @spruceoutoffive @captain-hen @fcntasmas @andrewblur @spaceprincessem @mellaithwen and @mistmarauder for being absolutely wonderful presences on my dash, mwah!

Five of Your Favorite Authors This Year: In the interest of not trying to double-tag people (and get to shout out even more peeps):

@bropunzeling I've reread all of your mattdrai fics more than is probably healthy, and you are this 🤏 close to making me acquire new blorbos by reading the rest of your bibliography.

@msmargaretmurry I'll have you know I reread Head Above Water three times this year and it made me more unhinged every time. That's not counting the times I went back to it just to reread a favourite scene or two.

@hopetorun your mattdrai winner's room fic rearranged something in my brain and I'll never be the same again.

@letmetellyouaboutmyfeels I don't know how you do what you do but I'm in awe, every single time!

@littlespoonevan I've gone back to reread several of your fics this year, and there's something so uniquely sweet and comforting about them!

Five of Your Favorite Artists/Gifmakers/Podficcers/Etc. This Year: 1. @bilosan your gifs are so gorgeous and I always love seeing what kind of sets you put together! 2. @like-the-rest-of-la if I could eat your art, I would!! It's so stupidly beautiful! 3. @skyhighrollins911 your edits are beyond gorgeous, and the cast sharing them as well is so deserved! 4. @barbiediaz your gifsets bring me endless joy and make me stop to look even when it's a fandom I'm not personally in! 5. @baneme-art I am so in love with the way you draw Buck and Eddie, I could look at them for hours!

Three Things You’re Looking Forward to in 2024: 1. S7 of 9-1-1. Of course. 2. Continuing to learn more and get better at west coast swing! (Please let me get into the spring course I will be crushed if I can't have it regularly for half a year 😢) 3. Book seven of Rebel Kings MC (Garrett Leigh you KNOW what you did!)

Tagging: Anyone and everyone tagged in this post already!

#tag games #nobody ask me how long this took to write ha ha i simultaneously had a lot to say and no words at all #2023 wrapped

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freezerbnuuy · 1 month ago

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Act 2:10 - For Your Sake (Page 7)

LORE | CHARACTERS | ABOUT / CHAPTERS / WARNINGS

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CONTENT WARNING: blood

Reynold

"Reynold, being Jacoban is nothing like being Peteran. If you want to change the rules, you can. If you want to progress, you can. I can't. I have people watching over me like carrion birds, and the moment I fall out of line- that's it. If I stop talking about how witches are our punishment for our misdeeds, then they'll notice. They'll assume I'm on the side of witchcraft, and who knows which of my followers will get hurt as a result?

You know as well as I do that Jacobism is built entirely on fear. I have been raised my entire life on fear of the Watcher's wrath, Reynold. I've been raised to fear the dangers of witchcraft. It wasn't until a few minutes ago...that I even knew that witchcraft could be...beneficial, in some way."

Have I...gotten through to him somehow? Will this come back and bite me in the rear? I guess the future is what it is. For now, I think I've made a point to him.

"Maybe you should try opening that third eye of yours a bit more often, instead of keeping them all shut. I know the Jacobans like it that way, but if Clem can try and change Jacobism and take it back to its roots, then so can you, what with all of your influence. Anyhow, I'm going to head home- that spell exhausted me. Get some rest, by the way- don't open the cathedral tomorrow."

Julian gives me a firm nod, and to my surprise, a genuine thank-you.

"Your sister is an asset to the cathedral, Father Reynold- as you are to your monastery. Though we never got along previously, I always admired your fiery spirit. Not that I enjoy admitting that," he says, laughing until it gives him chest pain. I go and sit on a pew for a few minutes until Lunvin's energy dissipates before heading home to Róisín and Áine.

Julian

There's far too much to take in. The woman in black- she must've been a witchfinder. Perhaps she'd assumed her colleague not returning meant one of us had dealt with him. Maybe it was revenge upon me for what I'd done- but still, how would she have known it was me? Most witchfinders know that Jacobans despise witchcraft. The only person who 'knew' it was me was High Priest...no, I don't want to think about that. Jacobism isn't like that anymore.

Clementia's bravery made me realise how I'd made the right decision to have her succeed me...especially in a situation where I was so close to death. Had Reynold not used magic...I'd be with the Watcher right now, facing Their judgment.

I still can't believe it. After all this time, a witch has been right under my nose- the Peteran priest, of all people! I'd had a minor suspicion after Clem killed the witchfinder, but nothing terribly serious. I admired Reynold's bravery, also, to prove to me that he was the witch to protect his sister, guarding her with his own life.

The part that horrified me the most wasn't his magic. I'd be lying if I said witchcraft wasn't daunting, and that I hoped I'd never meet a witch face-to-face...but there's more to his witchcraft. I knew what he was the moment his eyes glowed like the Moon itself. The moment he mentioned healing magic.

I hail from Champs Les Sims. In history, many of them lived there; it's why their language is so heavily based on my mother tongue. Lunvinchenaîné...the moon-shackled. Blessed and cursed with celestial power.

They could take life as quickly as they could give it by turning into lycanthropes upon the full moon. The meek Peteran priest, also a werewolf...what terrible things could come of that? I thought the werewolves had died with the vampires in the war all those years ago.

I absolutely cannot tell anyone about this, but for what he did for me today- for saving my life, and trying to protect my Shepherdess- his secret will remain as safe with me as I can keep it. Unless I may come to have a reason to reveal his true nature, for the good of others' safety... I shall keep it to myself.

#divided sims 4 story #freezerbnuuy #blood tw #blood cw #tw blood #cw blood

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rising-volteccers · 2 years ago

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i'm not sure if you got it bc i sent it during class, but i would like to hear about the horizons swap au with leon!! full permission to gush btw :)

HI thank you for indulging me ahhsjdd. I didn't see a previous message so it probably got eaten.

SO the working idea is that Horizons and SwSh characters are swapped. Not all of them because SwSh cast is bigger and I have favorites.

I'll be honest in that I haven't fully fleshed out the SwSh cast side, so have only Leon for now.

Leon is the leader of the Blazing Brave Birds. Hailing from Postwick, at a young age he became more interested in traveling around to see what laid beyond his hometown than participating in the Gym Challenge. It wasn't hard to accidentally discover new places given his tendency to get hopelessly lost, and he often made the most out of his time there. To say that he pretty much (accidentally) explored almost the entirety of Galar wasn't a stretch. Eventually he set his sights on seeing the entire world, and through connections he's made over the years, he'd become the proud owner of a souped up blimp that would carry him through skies beyond his home region.

He's accompanied at least by Hop, Gloria, Marnie, Sonia, Raihan, Kabu, Milo and Nessa. The Explorers is led by Rose, where Bede comes after Gloria for the pendant she has.

Alright so for the Horizons cast:

Friede is the undefeatable Champion of Galar. He's been Champ since he was 15 years old and has been holding onto the position for nearly half his life now. His fans have split opinions on who his ace is: either Gigantamax Charizard or Pikachu. He's cheerful, friendly, super helpful but has the tendency to forget things. Like he'd arrive at a spot and forget why he was supposed to be there in the first place. He's got a Rotom Phone that sets constant reminders for important business or else he'd forget to attend.

Professor Lucca is the regional professor. She and Roy's grandfather helped Friede a lot during his teenage years before he became Champion so he agreed to help give starters to Liko and Roy when they reached the age to become Pokemon Trainers. Liko picked Sobble as her starter while Roy chose Scorbunny. Initially Friede didn't consider endorsing them for the Gym challenge but changed his mind once he saw their potential. These kids were rough around the edges but he can tell that with time and polish, they could shine.

Liko and Roy are neighbors in Postwick! Initially Liko didn't really thought about participating in the Gym Challenge but Roy went on and on about wanting to become Champion himself some day. After Liko received her starter, that sent her down on the path of discovering what kind of Trainer she actually wanted to be. Roy and Liko would end up becoming rivals that helped each other become stronger.

The Chairman of the Galar League is Gibeon, president of Macro Cosmos. He saw potential in Friede, choosing to endorse him. He's a rather mysterious guy. Gibeon himself doesn't make much public appearances. The times he did were in holographic form and even then, his true look remained a mystery to the general public. Still, thanks to his generous contribution to various aspects of Galar--such as making the Galar League famous by introducing Dynamax phenomenon into the Gym battles--he's got positive ratings with the people.

Most of Friede's interactions with Gibeon is through Spinel, his secretary. Deep down, Friede never got along with Spinel. The guy was polite and affable but at times, he felt like that wasn't his true self. Something about him rubbed Friede the wrong way but he kept those thoughts to himself. He worked with Spinel when needed, accepting whatever task given.

Currently, Gibeon is sponsoring Amethio for the Gym Challenge. Amethio highly respects Gibeon, that much was easily seen with the near reverent way he addresses the man during the few times Friede came across him. Friede could tell that Amethio doesn't particularly like him for one reason or another. Whenever they crossed paths, Amethio would say that he'd be the one to beat Friede and take the Champion position. Friede simply encourages him to do so, much to Amethio's annoyance. The Pokemon that Gibeon gifted Amethio is a Honedge that's now an Aegislash.

Orla is Friede's childhood friend. They started their respective Gym challenge around the same time (Orla getting endorsed by the current Motostoke Gym Leader). While Friede was the one who ultimately won and became Champion, Orla was always close behind him. Friede appreciated the challenge that she gave him, pushing him to always do his best for his greatest rival. Currently she's the Motostoke's Steel-type Gym Leader with her ace being her Metagross.

Ludlow is Friede's actual grandfather and the Dragon-type Gym Leader in Hammerlocke. He's part of the reason that inspired Friede to actually take on the Gym Challenge in the first place. He and Opal were some of the longest running Gym Leaders in the Major League. Despite their differing specialization, Ludlow and Opal are really good friends. They often share a cup of tea together and reminisce about the good old days, also discussing about the potential of future Galar Trainers. His ace is a Drampa.

Mollie is the Normal-type Gym Leader in Turffield. Being the first Gym Leader that budding Gym challengers take on, she's quick to show them that Normal-types are not to be underestimated. She looks a little cool and serious when battling but outside of it, she's kind and gentle, even offering to help heal the Pokemon of her challengers. Her ace is Blissey.

Murdock is the Rock-type Gym Leader in Spikemuth. Seeing as its the only leg in the Gym Challenge without a stadium or power spot, he works hard to improve the town's image even if he gains a reputation for being a rough, scary looking guy. He's a pillar in the community, someone who Spikemuth would rally behind. Whenever challengers actually get to beat him, he'd hold celebrations with them and the town where he'd cook something up for everyone to enjoy. Win or lose, it's always an occasion. His ace is Midday Form Lycanroc.

Dot is Murdock's niece that lives with her mom (Murdock's little sister). She's a single mother after Dot's dad left the family so Murdock stepped up to take care of Dot throughout the years. She became reclusive, not having many friends until she chanced upon making friends with Liko via their shared love for a streamer that they watch. Dot was encouraged to take the step of taking on the Gym Challenge too despite not being a battler. Dot wears a mask when out in public since she finds it easier to pretend that she's someone else when she wears it. Her starter is an Impidimp that Murdock gifted her (he also endorsed her for the Gym challenge).

#Pokemon #Pokemon Horizons #Pokemon Sword and Shield #Professor Friede #Champion Leon #Roleswap au #My posts #Only gonna tag the two most relevant characters because they're my loves

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market-spy · 1 year ago

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The Alpha Lipoic Acid Market: More Than Just a Supplement Craze

Hey there, health enthusiasts and skincare gurus! Are you ready to take a deep dive into the world of alpha lipoic acid (ALA)? If you’ve ever wondered what’s behind the buzz surrounding this little-known compound, buckle up because we’re about to unravel the mysteries of the global alpha lipoic acid market!

What’s the Deal with Alpha Lipoic Acid?

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The North American Reign and the Rise of the East

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sqinsights · 1 year ago

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The Alpha Lipoic Acid Market: More Than Just a Supplement Craze

What’s the Deal with Alpha Lipoic Acid?

R vs. S: The Great Alpha Lipoic Acid Showdown

Applications Galore: From Supplements to Skincare

For More Information: https://www.skyquestt.com/report/alpha-lipoic-acid-market

The North American Reign and the Rise of the East

Challenges and Triumphs: Navigating the Alpha Lipoic Acid Landscape

The Future Looks Bright: Trends and Developments

In Conclusion: The Alpha Lipoic Acid Odyssey

Ready to join the ALA revolution? Strap in and get ready for a wild ride — you won’t want to miss it!

And remember, stay curious, stay healthy, and above all, stay fabulous!

About Us-

SkyQuest Technology Consulting Pvt. Ltd.

1 Apache Way,

Westford,

Massachusetts 01886

USA (+1) 617–230–0741

Email- [email protected]

Website: https://www.skyquestt.com

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because-i-simp · 3 years ago

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Wanna RP with me? Here are some Side Blogs I run!

@wall-flower-arts (This is not an RP blog, But it is my Art blog! I will post my art here--- My Art, gift art, etc-- I will also takes requests, Art trades and collabs here AS WELL as accept Commissions here!!)

@akarii-memes

Not an RP blog. But it’s a meme source!

(--This post is getting a little long and will only get longer so to see all side blogs for RP look below the cut! Cuz there are a lot, and that list keeps growing!--)

RP BLOGS BELOW THE CUT

All muses are OC/AU/Multiverse/Duplicate/Cross over friendly as well as Open ship/Multiship

Enjoy!!

Hazbin Hotel Muse Blogs:

@b0mbxsh3ll (Cherri Bomb)

@bubblexgum-bitch (Molly)

@shadowxshooter (Arackniss)

@xblack-widowerx (Henroin)

@videoxstar (Vox)

@xsmoke-and-mirrorsx (Valentino)

Hazbin OCs:

@starxstruck-vixen (Roxenne) (OC)

@xas-bunnies-dox (Vio) (OC)

@xbound-hell-houndx (Richard/Richie) (OC)

@venomousxkisses(Carolynn) (OC) Angel/Arackniss/Molly's mother

@xheaven-sinnedx (Julio) (OC) Valentino's brother/Roxenne's uncle (father)/Olibya's father

@xhell-bound-angelx (Olibya) (OC)

Julio's daughter/ Roxenne's (half) sister

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Helluva Boss

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@blitz0craze (Blitz)

@xxcake-and-cotton-candyxx (Bee)

Ranma 1/2

@ranma-half-0-rama (Ranma Saotoma)

The Amazing Digital Circus (TADC)

@xp0m-p0m-madn3ssx (Pomni)

@xcha0tic-k3y-h0ld3rx (Jax)

Yu-Gi-Oh

@of-light-and-darkness (Ryou Bakura/Yami Bakura)

@all-hail-the-one-true-champ (Seto Kaiba)

@okey-mokey (Mokuba Kaiba)

Yu-Gi-Oh OCs

--coming soon--

Yu-Gi-Oh GX

@the-black-thunder (Chazz Princeton /Jun Manjoume Sanda)

@all-hail-kaiser (Zane Truesdale/Ryo Marufuji)

@x0v3r-th3-r4inb0wx (Jesse/Johan Anderson)

@rise-of-a-phoenix (Aster/Edo Phoenix )

@xspirit-callerx (Jaden Yuki/Yuuki Juudai)

Yu-Gi-Oh GX OCs

@connar-rose-kaiba (OC)

--Adopted daughter of Seto Kaiba--

Yu-Gi-Oh 5Ds

--coming soon--

Yu-Gi-Oh 5Ds OCs

--coming soon--

#RP #muses

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jxsatlas · 4 years ago

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍 ⇢ keith kogane, ch. 1

keith kogane x gn! reader – next

DISCLAIMER! this story does not originally belong to me, the author is @MaddieWolf37 on Wattpad. i have simply received permission to rewrite and continue her story. go and check out her profile for the original version!

SYNOPSIS! a story in which you are thrown into the middle of an intergalactic space war and have the undesirable weight of being a symbol of peace dropped on your shoulders. but maybe if you look past the constant danger and endless fighting, there's some good to being a paladin of voltron.

MATURE CONTENT! swearing, violence, gore, war, graphic descriptions, mentions of self-harm

"Galaxy Garrison flight log 5-11-14," Lance announces, "Begin descent to Kerberos for a rescue mission."

He shoves the yoke forward and the aircraft takes a steep dive. You plant your feet to help fight against the inertia. You give him a sharp glare as the aircraft steadies out.

"Ugh, Lance, can you keep this thing straight?" Hunk whines from the back.

You look over your shoulder and recognise the nauseated expression on his face all too well. Last semester, there was a girl on your team that didn't do too well with excessive motion and often got sick.

Lance brushes him off. "Relax Hunk, I'm just getting a feel for the stick," he says with a lazy grin, which quickly turns mischievous. "It's not like I did this, or this!" Lance jerks the aircraft side to side, making Hunk feel worse.

"Knock it off, Lance," you warn from your chair next to him. You reach up above you and press a few buttons in hopes of stabilising the aircraft out after Lance's little joke.

"Yeah, listen to [y/n] unless you wanna wipe beef stroganoff out of all the little nooks and crannies of this thing," Hunk groans angrily.

"We've picked up a distress signal!" Pidge says from his seat in the back.

"Alright, time to quit our bickering and get serious," you say, doing your own little thing to accommodate for the lower altitude while Lance flies the aircraft.

"Pidge, track the coordinates," Lance says with a roll of his eyes at your comment.

Pidge does so, typing away on the computer. The aircraft gives a large rumble and Hunk groans again.

"Knock it off, Lance! Please!" he whines, his face all scrunched up in discomfort.

"Oh, that's on you buddy," Lance says sharply. "We got a hydraulic stabiliser out."

Hunk nods and goes to fix it, but when the aircraft shakes again he gags. "Oh no."

"Oh no, fix now, puke later," Lance growls.

So much bickering... you think to yourself with a sigh.

"I lost contact!" Pidge says. "The shaking is interfering with our sensors."

Lance looks over his shoulder at Hunk. "Come on, dude!"

"Sorry, it's not responding," Hunk says and unfastens his safety belt. He carefully gets up and makes his way over to the gearbox to see what's up.

"Coordinates are back," you say, seeing the blue dot on the dash.

"Nevermind Hunk," Lance says.

"No, he still needs to fix it," you say. "We can't properly fly this thing if a hydraulic stabiliser is out."

"Whatever," Lance rolls his eyes, "Preparing for approach on visual."

"I don't think that's advisable, given our current mechanical..." Pidge warns, trailing off when he hears Hunk gag again. "...and gastrointestinal issues..."

"Agreed!" Hunk says, not before quickly emptying his stomach into the gearbox with the unsavoury sounds of food chunks and liquid hitting the metal. You cringe, not liking the sound, and hope he's okay.

"Stop worrying," Lance says dismissively.

"No, they're right," you say firmly as you place your attention on Lance now. "We should wait before we do anything."

"Nah, this baby can take it! Can't ya champ?" Lance coos and pats the dash. The aircraft rumbles again and he retracts his hand with a sheepish look. "See? She was nodding!"

"That wasn't nodding Lance," you deadpan. "Now listen to us and wait."

"I'm the one flying this thing, aren't I?" Lance asks. "So I'm in charge, and that means what I say goes!"

"Excuse you, we're both flying this thing," you argue.

Ignoring you, Lance turns to Pidge. "Pidge, hail down on them and let them know their ride is here," he says.

Knowing that you're now doomed, you keep your mouth shut and wait for the inevitable failure of the simulation. You can already see it, the big, bold, red letters appearing on the dash.

And when Lance flies towards an overhang, tilting the plane as much as he can in a sad attempt to thread through the little hole rather than going over or around, you know this is where you fail.

Lance doesn't make it. The wing gets torn off, the alarms blare, and the aircraft pummels to the ground. The dash goes black and those red letters you were anticipating appear without hesitation.

Simulation Failed.

The first failure on your school record.

You toss your head back and sharply exhale, frustration building up in you. "Nice going," you grumble and look at Lance through the corner of your eye.

He catches your gaze and glares at you. "Oh, shut up," he growls.

The four of you sit in silence for a second, you and Lance glaring at each other, before an instructor opens the door and beckons you to come out.

Reluctantly, you all unfasten your safety belts and crawl out of the aircraft. You then mentally prepare yourselves for the lecture about how you are all failures to come.

You, Lance, Hunk, and Pidge line up before the Commander, avoiding his scowling gaze.

"Let's see if we can't use this complete failure as a lesson for the rest of you," Commander Iverson's voice booms angrily. He's not at all impressed with your behaviour. "Can anyone point out the mistakes these so-called cadets made during the simulator?"

"The engineer puked in the main gearbox!" a boy from the back of the group of students shouts out. Iverson nods and turns to Hunk.

"Yes. Everyone knows vomit is not an approved lubricant for engine systems," Iverson sharply criticises Hunk. He turns back to the students. "What else?"

"The comms-spec removed his safety harness," a girl points out.

"The pilot crashed!" another shouts.

Iverson nods, approving of all the answers given. "And worst of all, the whole jump they're arguing with each other," he growls and turns to the four of you once more.

You keep your gaze on the ground shamefully.

"The Galaxy Garrison exists to turn young cadets like you into the next generation of elite astro-explorers," Iverson lectures. His hands are on his hips as he looks down at you. "But these kinds of mental mistakes are exactly what caused the lives of the men on the Kerberos Mission."

In your peripherals, you notice Pidge clench his fists at his sides and scrunch his nose up in anger. You fully turn your head to him when he takes a bold step towards the Commander.

"That's not true, sir!" he barks.

Iverson looks at him and glares. "What was that, young man?" he growls.

Lance quickly slaps a hand over Pidge's mouth and pulls him back in line. "Sorry, sir! He must've hit his head when he fell!" he says, smiling sheepishly in a sad attempt to cover up his fear. His hand gets tighter over Pidge's mouth, almost as if he's asking the ginger what the hell is wrong with him.

With Lance speaking up, Iverson's attention is now pinpointed on him. He takes a few steps closer to Lance, his intimidating figure making your brother cower back a bit.

"I hope I don't need to remind you that the only reason you're here," he growls, his tone of voice menacing and powerful, "is because the best pilot in your class had a disciplinary issue and flunked out."

Lance drops his gaze down to the floor, a look of dejection taking over his face.

"Don't follow in his footsteps," Iverson warns. He stares Lance down a bit before abruptly turning to you. "And you!" he barks.

Your entire body freezes up and your eyes wearily follow him as he stops in front of you now. Your heart sinks down to your gut.

"I expected better of you."

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You returned to your dorm at the end of the day with a cloud over your head.

You grumble about the day's events as you aggressively tug your shirt over your head. You really wish you could pinpoint the source of your frustration. Are you mad at my brother? Your team? Or yourself?

You toss your clothes on the floor and pull out some track shorts and a hoodie from your dresser. Getting dressed in your pajamas for the rest of the night, you try to sort out your emotions.

"Stop mumbling to yourself," your roommate says from her bed.

You turn to her. "Ah, sorry," you say. "I didn't realise I was talking out loud..."

"If you're that mad at your brother why don't you just punch him?" she asks. You blink, surprised she actually heard you.

"I'm not violent like you," you say with a sigh. "Besides, I don't even know if I'm mad at him specifically."

"Eh, I would punch him either way," your roommate shrugs. "It's a good way to alleviate your stress."

You roll your eyes. "I alleviate my stress by sleeping."

Your roommate laughs. "Ain't that the truth?" she jests. "How many times have you taken a nap between classes this week?"

You stare at her with a blank expression for a moment before picking your clothes up and off of the ground. "I'm not answering that," you say and toss them into the hamper.

You and your roommate pause when there's a knock on the door. You look at her and she looks at you.

She raises her hands up. "And I'm not answering that," she says.

You roll your eyes and grab one of the dirty articles of clothing you tossed into the hamper and throw at her without any remorse. She yelps in fear and disgust as you walk to the door with a smirk on your face.

"Don't throw your nasty underwear at me!" she barks and she pinches the panties between her thumb and index finger, tossing them as far away from her as possible.

You cackle and open the door. Your laughter cuts short when you're suddenly face to face with your brother. Hunk stands behind him.

"What are you doing in the girls' dorm?" you ask, but then take the opportunity you just created for yourself to tease your dear elder brother. You think of it as a bit of revenge for crashing the simulator. "Visiting someone?"

Lance rolls his eyes. "Heh, I wish," he sighs. "But no. We're thinking about hitting the town tonight! You know, for some team bonding?"

"Who is it?" your roommate calls to you.

"Lance and Hunk," you say over your shoulder at her.

"Punch him!" she shouts back.

"No!" you hiss and turn back to your brother.

"I don't like your roommate," Lance comments under his breath.

"Neither do I," you joke.

"I heard that!" your roommate barks.

"No you didn't!" you ready. But getting the feeling that she's going to keep interrupting, you push Lance out of your way and step into the hall with him and Hunk. You then close the door and give the boys your full attention.

"So, you're gonna come with us?" Lance asks.

"I don't know," you say with uncertainty in your tone. You cross your arms. "It's past curfew and I don't really think you have off-campus privileges..."

"That doesn't matter," Lance waves his hand dismissively. "Iverson wants us to bond as a team, so why don't we listen to him for once?"

"I'm not feeling that adventurous," you say.

"What? Why not? It'll be fun!" Lance cajoles.

"Lance, your idea of fun always ends up with you and me in the principal's office," Hunk reminds. "Don't drag your little sibling into it."

"Hunk has a point," you say. "I don't want to get in trouble again. I had my filling for today."

"Since when were you a goodie-two-shoes?" Lance asks in a somewhat offended tone.

"Since I got a scholarship here?" you quirk an eyebrow at him.

"Who are you and what have you done with my sibling?" Lance says as he gives you a look of utter betrayal, as if you were some alien.

You roll your eyes. "I'm not too keen on losing something like that because I went along with your dumb shenanigans," you sigh.

"Please, the max punishment for something like this is just a weekend detention with old man Brechin," Lance says and a mischievous grin spreads on his face. "That is, if you get caught."

You bite your lip, looking away in thought. Team bonding sounds very appealing after what happened today, but are you willing to risk your scholarship? You don't know if you can lose it because of a simple detention. The Galaxy Garrison is a government program, which means they are pretty strict.

"Do you really need to think about it?" Lance asks with raised eyebrows. "Don't tell me you're scared!"

His words irk you immensely.

You snap your gaze up to him. Is he serious? You aren't scared. Why would you be scared of sneaking out?

You silently walk back into your dorm and quickly throw a bra on, some socks, and your shoes.

"Where are you going?" your roommate asks as she watches you scramble about the room with a sense of purpose all of a sudden.

"Team bonding," you say, now tying the laces of your shoes.

"This late? Are you sure?" she asks.

"All common sense in me left the moment Lance basically called me a scaredy-cat," you say bluntly.

"Well, have fun," your roommate says.

You give her a small salute as you walk out of the dorm. "I'll be back by morning."

"Alright, see ya!"

You close the door and turn to Lance and Hunk expectantly. "Well?"

Lance gives you a cocky grin, proud of his persuasion skills. You suddenly consider your roommate's suggestion for a second.

"We need to go grab Pidge," Lance says. "It won't be team bonding if someone's missing. You gotta have everybody."

You shrug, doubting Pidge will join.

Lance takes the liberty of leading the way to the boys' dorm, you and Hunk following closely behind. You expertly dodge the officers patrolling the halls making sure students are in their dorms like ninjas on a stealth mission.

As Lance rounds a corner, he suddenly stops and back peddles quickly. He peeks around the corner and watches whatever is on the other side. Curious, you and Hunk sneak up close to Lance and peek as well.

Pidge steps out of his room, a backpack swung over his shoulders. He checks his surroundings before closing the door and running off.

You, Lance, and Hunk share a look. You all then telepathically agree to follow the small boy. Once again, Lance takes the lead.

#voltron #wattpad #keith #voltron keith #keith kogane #x reader #keith x reader #gender neutral reader #vld #vld fanfic #fanfiction #vld keith

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bellamysgriffin · 4 years ago

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alright, as promised, here’s a very discourse-y post about the new episode of zoey’s extraordinary playlist and the overall direction they seem to be headed in. again, you probably know how i feel about max -- while this doesn’t dwell on him as a character as much as it does on the show’s writing, you might not want to read this. this is ur only warning <3

alright! so it’s clear that this was the show’s hail mary to rehabilitate max. a flashback episode is a tried-and-true writing device, and ultimately, not an ineffective one in this case. they want to remind us of zoey’s bond with max once they realized they could not get to where they wanted to be by the end of the season without it. they also want to remind us how great a friend max was to zoey. but they’re missing one very VERY!!!! important element here.

YOU CAN’T REHABILITATE MAX WITHOUT GIVING HIM A FULLY FLESHED REDEMPTION ARC. i am not going to try and deny that his actions in this episode were admirable. but max could have been this noble, selfless, and caring for all the five years he and zoey were friends. it does not negate all his horrible behaviors from the second half of season one and the first half of season two. it just doesn’t. and this show has shown time and time again that they are not going to address this, they are going to pretend that it never happened without max ever apologizing. they even have him repeat behaviors like this on a semi-frequent basis. so this cute episode in which max behaves like a champ doesn’t do it for me. sorry. i’m not going to buy that max can be with zoey until he (AND THE NARRATIVE) proves that he understands he did many bad things -- some of which were frankly sexist -- and rights these wrongs.

also, and i know this is controversial, but i do strongly feel this way, this episode seems to continue to flirt with the idea that zoey “owes” max. you can’t deny that a main message of this episode was to show how deserving max is of her -- look what he did for her! they even have her therapist emphasize how she’s living a real life love story that she’s just been ignoring. the idea that max “deserves” zoey’s love, an idea this show frequently toys with, is one i find so morally repugnant it makes me genuinely consider not watching when they inevitably end up in an established relationship.

imagine little women if laurie’s reaction to jo’s rejection was “you owe me tho!” instead of his heartbreak. imagine what a different book that would be. SIMILARLY. i think the people writing this storyline probably read pride and prejudice and think lizzie should have just shut up and accepted mr. collins. he saved her family after all!

finally, this speaks to the larger storyline. obviously the writers were somewhat aware to many negative reactions to max’s behavior at the beginning of the season. that’s likely why they had him pursue this storyline with rose and be Super Chipper All The Time. but while doing this, they didn’t have him show any romantic interest towards zoey at all. he’s been actively and consistently pursuing rose without any faltering. similarly, zoey’s been steady in her decision of choosing simon. she’s been engaged, interested, and invested in that relationship without showing any signs of lingering max feelings. so to have the season end with a love confession on zoey’s side, or to have it end with zoey and max together, or something along those lines, would feel wildly inconsistent and extremely rushed to me.

out of all the numerous problems i’ve had with cl*rkeman, up until 2B, i never had the problem that i thought it would be inorganic for them to get together. but because of how they went about the second half of this season, there’s no way it would work for me. which is why they did the flashback episode -- a move that, like i said, i think was somewhat effective, but still falls decidedly short.

also, just as a final note, they REALLy hammered in max’s dad stuff this episode for some reason, and that continues to feel extremely unearned. he literally just comes off as whiny! and that’s more on the show than on max. for some reason, they refuse to give us any concrete examples of max’s dad being a bad dad, and then have the one episode he’s in showing him as a nice person. here’s a great example that would make me believe and side with max: his dad wouldn’t pay for his college unless he went to dental school, so max had to pay his own way and take a bunch of student loans.

#zep discource #zep negativity #zep spoilers #anti max richman #anti clarkeman #zep #sigh.............#i might not watch s3 if it goes where i think its going but we'll see

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whatdoesshedotothem · 4 years ago

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Tuesday 18 September 1838

5 55

fine but dullish morning at 7 am at which hour F61° clearer at 5 than at 5am said Josephine – breakfast at 7 10 till then ¼ hour reading the torn remains of a volume lent me (received by Charles yesterday morning) by the ex-maire d’Estêré [Esterre], the berger who took care of my horse on Sunday – volume begins at p. 309 – the 4 pp. wanting after p. 316 and what more I know not – the last p. I have is p. 432, but I see it is a fragment of Ramonds’ work on the Pyrénées – vide p. 223 Mt. Buet en Swisse only 60+ higher than the pic du midi de Bigorre – breakfast and reading Ramond till 8 25 – off at 8 35 Charles following us on the little mule we had before and Pierre walking alone before till we soon came up with Henri Charles’ frère and [Markett] Pierres’ beau frère to help to get A- up to the top of the pic on the little mule – sowing rye (le bled) a little way from Barèges – sowing it on barley stubble (Estōōrăh) and then ploughing in the seed with a little plough drawn by 2 beaufs – champs perpetual about Luz parcequ’il n’y a pas d’eau – but about Barèges where they have water they change from Champs to près and from près to champs every 5 or 6 or 7 years – on turning the près into champs 1st barley sown in April or in May dans les hauteurs – 2nd bled (seiglle [seigle], rye) sown in September as here and in high places and in October in the plain – 3rd Sarracène [Sarracénie] or barley, at ainsi de Suite – they mow and gather the iris-stalks for winter fodder for the sheep – at 10 turn (left) up the montagne de Tou to the 2 cabanes de Tou – at the lac d’Oncet at 11 10 and frightened by a few drops of rain – alighted – A- put on her cloak and I my cape – then remounted – doubted whether to go to the cabane – it cleared a little – the guides ate their breakfast and I determined to to have our horses with the shepherd boy that we had called to us, and to the brêche de cinq Ours – we had passed a gentleman on horseback with one guide just before our reaching the lake – he said he had returned because he could see nothing (the guide said he had not gone to the top on account of the brouillard) and Markett advised us to retrograder – a little brouillard in the brêche de cinq ours and over the summit of Neouvielle (i.e. the old snow neou nivis, snow and vielle, veuts, old) – we had just before had a good view of the Neouvielle from here (plateau d’Oncet) close to the lake, but above it – not at the flat stone at its waters’ edge where the duchess de Berri breakfasted and which Chaussenque [Chausenque] mentions as the common breakfast (table) the plateau d’Oncet and de Tou (Too as pronounced) and in fact the whole montagne de Tou covered (tapissés) with trifolium alpestre +

+ no! reglisse

- it must be one sheet of reddish pink in spring – here and there among the rocks on the pente between the 2 plateaux little low bushes of Mezereon as yesterday but saw no red berries – diminutive begloss and purple, or lightish blue pansies, little campanulae, yellow potentilla and other subalpine? plants, still in flower on the pente among the grass – surrounded rocks and boulders – off again in 25 minutes at .. 11 35 the men having breakfasted A- on the mule with my saddle and I on foot – at the brêche de cinq ours at 11 50 the rain had come on again five or six minutes before – and the brêche was full of brouillard – we took shelter under a rock ¼ hour till it was fair, and en route again at 12 5 – as we passed the gorge d’Esponne and the great cleft in the rock, above it we passed the brouillard quite close at our feet – it seemed abutting against the rock as if impeded and not able to rise above it – at 12 40 the rain came on again almost immediately succeeded by hail which accompanied us to the top with wind from the west but not strong enough to make my umbrella unmanageable till 5 or 6 minutes from the tour, hutte, or colonne as Charles calls it - .. at the top at 1 13 – A- rode round the colonne but did not alight – too cold and haily and windy – brouillard all round – the men ate a morsel – I crept into the hutte, and tore down and brought away a newspaper-shred, dated 27 August, a quotation from a speech made by Lord John Russell on the 18th March 1824, contrasting our ancient greatness with [one] then littleness – the word contrasts more lamentably true now than ever – A- starved – began .. the descent at 1 18 – in about ¼ hour it began to clear a little and at 1 ¾ was fair and fine (a little sun)au dessus la laquette (what Chaussenque [Chausenque] calls the plan d’Aube) where we stood ¼ hour looking about us – seeing a little of Neouvielle, and seeing very well and instructively the pics of Caubère, Ereslitz and Ayré and bits of the St. Sauveur mountains - .. off again at 2 (Charles afraid of the storm again – said now was coming to us from the valle d’Obiste) and back at the brêche des 5 ours at 2 16 and had got the horses and paid the boy (5 minutes job) and .. was off from the cabane d’Oncet at 2 40 – at the Pas des ours at 3 5 – stopt on the Tourmalet road at 3 ¼ - changed the saddles – A- mounted her horse, and I mine and Charles the little mule, which had carried A- every inch of the way from the lac d’Oncet up to, and round the colonne on the summit of the pic, and all down again to here! – one gentleman sometime ago did the same thing for a wager, but no other person except himself or A- has done the like – Charles would have this ‘mis sur les journaux pour encourager les étrangers’! En route again in ten minutes at 3 25 – gave Charles 16/. (sixteen francs) 1/. paid to the shepherd boy for taking care of the horses 5/. each for Henri and Markett and 5/. between them extra to drink A-‘s health on being the 1st lady who had ridden all the way up and down from the pic – In returning talked over the Neouvielle with Charles and Markett – the latter has mounted the pic culminant – not difficult – but advises going by the valle de Lienz (not Bōl-lŏ) to the lac de Portett [Pourtet] – thinks that after so hot a summer we may have very little glacier to pass – no great difficulty – shall be at the top in 5 or 6 hours but must be off by 6 am – fixed to go to the pic d’Ayre [Ayré] tomorrow at 10 am A- can ride all but a petit ¼ d’heure – shall be at the top in 3 hours – good view of Vignemale and shall see the route we shall have to take to the Neouvielle on Thursday if fine enough – had had a few light drops of rain just before and on stopping at 3 ¼ on the Tourmalet road, but they blew off and the sun came out a little and the brouillard rose higher up over our heads and left all the valley clear – I had put my cloak on soon after leaving the cabane d’Oncet on account of the brouillard being so near us that I felt it damp - .. home at 4 40 – changed my dress –read Ramond (vide line 2 of the last p.) – dinner at 6 ¼ to 7 25 – sat with A- till 8 25 – had Josephine – wrote all the above of today till 10 25

SH:7/ML/E/22/0022

fine afternoon and evening from about 3 20 to 8 when heavy rain for about an hour – we had the mauvais temps from 11 10 am vide line 18 p. 34 and the rest of the day

From Barèges to the lac d’Oncet from 8 35 to 11 10 = 2 hours 35 minutes

.. Lac d’O- to brêche de 5 ours 11 35 to 11 50 = 0.15 Rest = 0 hours. 25 minutes

.. Brêche to the summit 12 5 to 1 13 = 1.8 0.15

3.58 at the top = 0.5

0.45

Descent

From the top to near the laquette 1.18 to 1 ¾ = 0.27

.. near the laquette to the brêche 2 to 2 16 = 0.16 rest= 0.15

.. the brêche to the cabane d’Oncet 2 16 to 2 35 = 0.19

.. from the cabane d’O- to the Pas de Ours 2 40 to 3 5 = 0.25 = 0.5

.. from the Pas des O- to the Tourmalet road 3 5 to 3 ¼ = 0.10

.. Tourmalet road to home 3 25 to 4 40 =1. 15 = 0.10

2.52 0.30

going 3 58

returning 2 52

rest 1.15

8.5 = the time of absence from 8 35 to 4 40 .:. allowing 55 minutes more or one hour for remaining on the top we can do the pic du midi in 9 hours

had just written the above at 10 55 pm – then making a few notes of words en patois etc. till 11 ¼ pm – then till 11 ½ skimming over todays’ paper

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marrys-dream-world · 4 years ago

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For the list: 4, 9, 27

4. Do you have a NoTP in your fandom? Are they a popular OTP?

Yeah, I would say they’re pretty popular. Not to be predictable, but Lukanette. I used to just be like “okay, seems legit” before I actually went ahead and watched episodes with Luka in it and now I have no idea why it’s so popular! He’s cute, I guess? But they are so boring because he has almost no personality and they have the chemistry of a potato sack. I come to the fandom to have fun, you know? Boredom is one of the worst things a ship can offer to me. And when there’s an absolutely flavorless ship being hailed as good and “better than the love square”, I end up much more confused and frustrated than I would have been if it was just ignored (part of the fandom experience, probably).

I’m not a fan of Marc x Nathaniel even though it’s popular these days.

Also, I can’t believe I have to say this, but it’s a real ship so: Gabriel x Marinette. I stumbled in a fic once in the tags and I haven’t been the same since.

9. Most disliked character(s)? Why?

This one was kinda hard because I don’t think I dislike most characters, flaws and all. I mean, I dislike Gabriel and Nathalie on principle because of magical terrorism and the abuse they put Adrien through, but I like them on a meta level. I also appreciate Master Fu’s terrible guidance as a plot point.

I haven’t really liked Nathaniel since Reverser though, he was unnecessarily mean to Marc and then got forgiven with as much as a slap on the wrist and the fandom now ships him with Marc. Hum. Su Han is just a dick, too. Everything wrong with the Order of Guardians personified and I don't like how Furious Fu ended with a "everythig is fine now :)" (in character for the show and Marinette, but frustrating all the same).

27. Least shippable character?

Time to be controversial: Chloé. At least, not as she is right now. The worst part of her “failed redemption arc” (I disagree with this notion) is that a lot of people got the idea that Chloé is a good person as she is now or was never actually that bad, so they don’t bother trying to redeem her in fanworks and just handwave all the awful things she did. It’s not as much of a problem as canon content, but fandom interaction and, unfortunately, the latter one is where the shipping happens.

I’ve said it before but I was in this fandom for a while now, since we only had about 4 episodes released and were scrambling between the french and koean dub. During that time, I saw a lot of fandom trends born and die, some pretty awful, I might say (true selves theory). But people held Chloé accountable for her actions and a lot of times, when they were going to write her as a good guy, developed her and gave her a decent redemption arc (ChloéNath fics were champs at that). I don’t see it that often anymore and I’d rather wait for her to actually become a decent person in the series to ship her with someone, if it’s going to be like that.

Lila, Sabrina and Luka aren’t very shippable to me, either. Lila because I just don’t see her being genuinely interested in someone, Sabrina because she has too many emotional issues for a healthy romantic relationship and Luka because he should get a personality first (but you got me interested in Lucy, not gonna lie).

#salty ask game #miraculous ladybug #tagging to be sure:#lukanette salt #luka salt

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forever-rogue · 5 years ago

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Agent Whiskey is given a target, but when he gets close to her, he realizes she's innocent of what she's being accused of.

I hope you all enjoy, my little honey bees!

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Whiskey never really questioned the assignments, or the targets he was given. He knew the jobs he was assigned were given to him for a reason; because he was capable of carrying out almost any mission with adept precision.

But as soon as he was spotted you, he was taken aback. You didn’t fit the normal picture of the targets he pursued…no, you were much different. Normal. But not in a bad way by any means. In fact, you were downright breathtaking, but so very not what he expected. You didn’t look like you were any sort of expert smuggler meets cat-burglar. But he supposed that the information and sources he was given had to be correct, surely they wouldn’t royally mess up and get their information screwed up, right?

In reality, which Whiskey would soon find out for himself, you were anything but what you were made out to be. In fact, you were a simple school teacher, enthralling a class of young children day in and day out. You just happened to look almost exactly the same as a wanted woman, who was a criminal. Talk about a bad time to have a doppelganger.

But you weren’t privy to any of that information, at least not yet. Naturally, you didn’t question anything when Whiskey made his first appearance, catching you by yourself at the bar a girls’ night out as you tried to order another round of drinks.

“Why, do my eyes deceive me, or have I just seen an angel?” it was the warm southern drawl that first captured your attention, and you couldn’t help but giggle at the man as he leaned against the counter and watched you intently with honeyed eyes. A smile was playing on his lips as you tried to flag down the overwhelmed looking bartender.

“I think you should get your eyes checked,” you playfully rolled your eyes, trying to fight off the flush that was crossing your features.

“Why I think they’re working just fine,” his tongue darted out and wet his full lips as you tried to keep it together. He was…hot to say the least, but not in a typical way. More so in older southern gentleman that you should try to avoid way, “may I buy you a drink?”

“I’m…ugh, actually here with some friends,” you beckoned behind you where your girlfriends were already staring holes into your back. They had spotted Jack approaching you long before you were aware of it. Naturally they would have no problem with you getting a drink from a handsome stranger. They were firmly in the ‘finally get you laid again’ squad, and any good looking man that approached you was a welcome sight.

“Somehow I get the feeling that they would be okay with you getting a drink,” he held up his hand and waved at your friends. You tried around and found them all giggling wildly. You narrowed your eyes at them but they just silently mouthed their approval, “unless I’m getting that old and reading the room incorrectly?”

“I don’t think you are,” you agreed with a small, nervous smile. Holy shit. Was this actually going to happen? You turned to him and tried to keep calm, “I guess I’ll take you up on that drink.”

“What’s your poison?”

“Old fashioned,” you replied as he effortlessly flagged down the bartender and placed your orders. Of course he’d have no problem getting service right away.

Jack was surprised that his plan was working so effortlessly. He was formulaic in his approach, much like he was in every aspect of his life, but he almost expected you to put up a fight. Surely, a career criminal wouldn’t fall prey so easy to him? But you did. You fell right into his lap…and after a few drinks you fell right into his bed.

That was something neither of you fought very hard.

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The next couple of weeks included a lot of Jack “accidentally” falling into your life. He happened to be in a lot of places you were at, and while you thought it was mildly suspicious, you decided not to question it took much. Maybe life was giving you a break and finally putting a decent man into your life.

Meanwhile, Jack was confused beyond all heavens as to why he hadn’t managed to extract a single piece of evidence or anything incriminating from you. You were that good. But the thing that surprised him even more was the fact that he found himself falling for you. Fast. Hard. Unconditionally.

He was sure it was going to be a hell of a time in once he learned of your secrets.

So imagine his surprise, after weeks and weeks of wooing you when he got a phone call from the Statesman headquarters while you were out at a fancy dinner.

Jack groaned when his phone went off, and told you it was work and wanted to brush it off, but you insisted he take it. You knew he had an important job, although you weren’t privy of any real details. Obviously.

“Go on,” you smiled at him, “I’ll be right here when you get back.”

“I promise it’ll be a few minutes, baby,” he leaned over and kissed your cheek before standing up and answering his phone, making his way to step outside of the crowded restaurant.

“What?!” he almost shouted as he answered the phone, surprising Champ on the other end with his brashness.

“Whiskey,” Champ started and Jack could tell something was off, “I’ve got some bad news.”

“What the hell is it?”

“The woman you’re with?” Jack pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance, “she’s not the mark. Turns out she really is just a plain old schoolteacher.”

You were anything but a plain old school teacher in his heart.

“What on God’s green earth are you on about?” Jack growled, more confused than ever.

“The real mark has been on the move. The one you’ve been with, Y/N, apparently is just an exact duplicate,” Jack could barely believe what Champ was saying, “you’ve been with the wrong person this whole time. Intel was incorrect. You’ve got to get out tonight and go after the real one. She’s planning a heist tomorrow.”

“Champ, I cannot just up and leave,” he stated firmly as Champ scoffed at him, “it’s not that simple.”

“Of course it is. Just make up an excuse and leave.”

“No.”

“Oh shit, Whiskey, you got it bad for her, don’t you?” when Jack remained silent, he had answer, “it’s all been a lie, Whiskey. Do you really think she’s going to want to be with you when everything started off as a lie? Doesn’t bode well for a relationship.”

“My feelings for her are true, and real-”

“But is she going to believe that?”

“Maybe I don’t have to tell her…”

“So you’ll just keep living a lie?” Jack kicked the wall in anger. He had no clue what to do, “look I’m sorry for the misunderstanding, but you need to leave and fast. Your job requires it.”

“But-”

“No buts. You’re expected back at headquarters tonight for a new debriefing,” the line went dead before Jack could say anything else. He felt like he could cry. How was he just supposed to leave you after he had fallen in love with you?

He looked back in through one of the windows, easily spotting you inside. You looked beautiful; a sweet, soft smile on your face, a stunning dress on. Perfect.

How could he ever tell you that this whole thing, whatever you wanted to call your relationship, had started off as a lie? He could never break your heart like that. He’d never forgive himself.

Instead, he tucked his phone back into his pocket, and walked around to the front of the restaurant, hoping you didn’t see him. He hailed a cab and gave it directions to the back to the Statesman headquarters. He deleted your contact information, every single text message, every single photo of your hoping it would help. It didn’t. It never did.

Meanwhile you sat there and waited. And waited. And waited. And-

Eventually you realized something had changed. You threw some bills on the table before leaving, trying to the stop the tears from flooding down your face. It never worked. So you cried. For a long time, hoping that he might somehow come back to you.

But he never did.

#agent whiskey #agent whiskey x reader #jack whiskey daniels #jack whiskey daniels x reader #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal #kingsman golden circle

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quixotic-writer · 4 years ago

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Shame Whore

Request: @birdgirl1772

Summary: All four guys are off at the strip club for Murr’s birthday/punishment. Joe has grown infatuated with Murr and is determined to finally make his move once they’re alone in the private room.

A/N: This is a continuation from a AO3 exclusive one-shot I had done “Give Me a Hand”!

Warning: Smut ahead!

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It was a funny joke for the movie. They had found themselves at the strip club to celebrate for Murr’s birthday, women were strewn about in the dimly lit room as they walked through eyeing all four of them up and down with hungry eyes. The best part of the night was in the private room they had rented out and planted cameras, while Murr was getting his “birthday special” the curtains opened up and there was his family. He was red as a tomato and the three couldn’t help but laugh at the sheer shame that was on Murr’s face. After that, Murr was on edge, nothing that a couple of drinks and laughs couldn’t fix.

Q and Sal were off in the club enjoying the spectacle of talented women showing off their skills on the pole and exchanging incomprehensible conversations that they probably wouldn’t remember the next day because of how hammered they were. This left Murr and Joe in the private room together, Murr only slightly intoxicated and Joe fully sober as usual but still happy and enjoying the lovely women that came through. Joe had his eyes set on other things though. None of the other guys knew, but Murr was Joe’s, let’s say “handy” assistant, when his arm was encased in a cast. After a while of mentally sorting things out, Joe had come to the conclusion that he wanted just a little more than help from Murr. And with the other two jokers off and doing their own thing, Joe saw his opportunity and was determined to cease it. He sat next to Murr as another dancer had finished the song and made her way out of the room. It was quiet minus the booming music that came through the speakers.

“I still can’t believe what you guys did to me. That was my whole family!” Murr relived the moment in his head as he sat next to Joe on the black sagging couch, face going red.

“It’s all in good fun Murray and you know it. Besides you’ve had much worse than that.” Tattooed, skydiving, watched his blankie be burnt before his eyes, forced to wear a wig of his best friend’s hair anytime he was on set. It was true, but this was another fresh wound.

“I know.”

“And each time, no matter how embarrassing, you take it on like a champ. It’s something I've always admired about you. No matter how bad we poke fun at you, you never miss a beat and still hold yourself high.” Murr blushes at the influx of positive comments that Joe blasts out. “And y’know this place has me thinking, i’d love to see how you’d do on a pole.” Joe smiles at the idea, the thought of it all was so funny. At the same time though, it was a little filthy desire of his. Murr dressed in some risque attire working the pole, he felt himself twitch in his pants but urged the sensation away. ‘Not yet.’ he thought to himself. Murr drinks down the last drops of whatever was in his glass, his confidence usually grew whenever he drank so he merely smiled at the suggestion.

“Well, I have been getting active again. I don’t think i’d be too bad on the pole y’know Joey.” Joe raises his eyebrows at the burst of confidence and wants to see just how far he can take things.

“You can talk the talk buddy.” His fingers were drumming in beat against his thighs seeing if Murr would take the bait, and sure enough he was up on his feet and stumbling over to the pole that was in the room. Murr took a lap around the pole, hanging from one arm as he went around and seeing that Joe had his eyes carefully trained on him and each movement he made, he was going to give him a show tonight. He would be lying if he said something didn’t spark inside of him after helping to care for Joe, he felt as though he knew a little too much about him now, but it would only serve to be fuel for this evening.

“Foolproof plan.” He said to himself as he tried his best to replicate moves he’s seen some ladies pull off on the pole, spinning about with legs flying. He tried to stay up but his hands were covered in sweat and he slid down like a koala in a tree clinging on for dear life. Joe started laughing but Murr plundered on. He spun around once again and in the process flung off his shirt, smiling to himself as he once again had Joe’s full attention. After the song playing overhead was over, he strutted his way over to Joe, gyrating his hips and trying his best to be sexy. Joe couldn’t take his eyes off of him, there was something incredibly enticing about it all.

“Murr, buddy, you look like a noodle dancing in a pot of boiling water.” He giggled to himself and Murr let out a shaky sigh as he felt Joe pull him in closer and onto his lap. Murr was straddling Joe, still trying to pull his smoothest moves as he grinds against him, that’s when he lost it all. Joe pulled him in and attached their lips together. Passionately their lips moved in sync, eyes screwed shut as they savored the sensation they both were starved for. Joe smirks as they pull away, a small string of spit connecting them still. Slightly gross, but the two could care less. Joe took a palm to Murr’s jeans and felt his bulge pressing forward, Murr’s head fell between his shoulders as his forehead pressed against Joe’s shoulder at the sensation of friction against his aching hard on. “Is this the alcohol talking, or is this James Murray?” He’s undoing the buckle of his belt and unzipping his jeans.

“I’m very much sound of mind right now Joe, I didn’t drink that much.”

“Yeah you’re not acting like a sloppy bitch like you usually do yet which is surprising.” Joe’s hand sinks below the waistband of his boxers and grabs at Murr’s cock that twitches at his words, “I knew it.” Murr goes stiff hearing those words and didn’t quite know what he meant by that but he had a sneaking suspicion he knew what it could be.

“Joey keep going please.” His hips were bucking into the cold touch of Joe’s hand, grinding and getting himself off. Joe smiled at the desperation and knew just how to get him off.

“You’re a shame whore aren’t you, Murray? Admit it.” Murr doesn’t say anything but let’s out a small whimper knowing he had been caught. It was a response enough for Joe as he smirked and attached his lips to the bare flesh of his chest, leaving his mark on him. “Just love looking like an idiot, maybe that’s why you tell us so many of your secrets. Your intimacy with a stuffed animal, lasering your chest hair, all of it. Just so we can use it as fuel and you get off on it don’t you?” Murr didn’t say anything, just kept panting with his eyes screwed shut as he ground into Joe’s hand feeling himself getting closer and closer to climax with each degrading sentence from Joe. “Answer me you horny bastard.”

“Yes Joe, yes!” Murr musters up.

“Yes what? What are you? I want to hear you say it.” Joe knew this was getting the smaller man off and he wanted to milk it as much as he could.

“I-I’m… i’m…” Murr felt the hot shame he felt earlier all over again, “i’m a… a shame whore. I love the punishments more than I should. I shouldn’t but I do! Joey, I'm so close please, more.” Murr was gripping at Joe’s shoulder, rocking his hips in rapid motion wanting nothing more than to just cum already. Their lips were once more connected, tongues swirling about and it all became too much. With a strained moan, Murr came in his pants.

“Look at you, made a mess of yourself.” Joe takes his hand out and starts undoing his own belt. “Now, how’s about you help me a little here?” Murr didn’t have to be asked twice, he dropped between Joe’s thighs and watched as he fished his cock out of his pants. Without another word Murr took as much as he could into the heat of his mouth wanting nothing more than to make Joe see stars as he got him off. “Fuck James, how are this good you filthy son of a bitch.” It was everything and so much more than Joe could’ve imagined. The feeling of him bobbing up and down on his cock, he could feel him gag on occasion and fuck was that hot. Once in a while, their eyes met and it only brought Joe closer to the edge each time.

He had his hand on the back of Murr’s head, feeling as his head dipped down and came back up. Murr worked the best he could, the fear of the other guys or someone else barging in on their heated session, but the idea of that was something that would arouse him. He swirled his tongue around the tip of Joe’s cock every time he came up, with a pointed end he would trace along the slit which made Joe’s hips jolt, and a free hand fondling his balls.

“Gonna cum. Murr… Murray…” Joe was panting with half hooded eyes. Murr moaned, sucked, and worked his tongue in rapid fashion. The hand on the back of his head shoved him down on Joe’s cock “fuck!” Joe grunted as he released into the back of Murr’s throat leaving him with nothing to do but swallow it all as his eyes filled with tears from gagging. He finally pulls off, both men panting and Murr watches as Joe’s cock softens and he tucks it back away in his pants. “For god’s sake Murr get your shirt back on.” Joe jokes to him. Murr had actually forgotten briefly about his momentary stripper moment, he puts it back on and just then the other two jokers stumble in giggling like idiots.

“We… we should head back to the hotel guys. I’m about one drink away from making worse choices!” Q slurs out smiling with drunken pride. Sal does nothing but laugh.

“Th-that sounds like a great idea guys! Let’s go and do that.” Murr quickly responds with eyes flitting over to Joe who’s smiling like the cheshire cat. With that, they hail a cab, as drunk Q and Sal pile in, Joe discretely gropes Murr’s ass as he gets into the car making him jump and almost fall.

“Happy birthday ferret!” Joe says winking to him with Q and Sal drunkenly singing happy birthday in the car, “to the hotel for some much needed rest now!”

#I know I don't really write murrgatto but it's something different and fun!#murrgatto #smut #suki writes

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stevecanmakeanythingnerdy · 5 years ago

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Battle #23

Gaunt: Kryptonite ( Side Gene )

Vs.

The Wipers: Youth of America ( Side One )

Gaunt: Kryptonite ( Side Gene )

Gaunt was a pop punk band formed in Columbus, Ohio, in 1991. The band released five albums and a crap ton of singles before splitting in 1998. Actually 5 albums is a bit of a stretch. Sob Story is really more of an extended EP and clocks in Around 20 minutes, but anyway... yeah the 90s Ohio scene was pretty rock and punk and roll. But at the top of that list was New Bomb Turks and these guys. Really almost compliments to each other. NBT was down and dirty, and Gaunt filled in for the poppier and peppier parts. In fact in the earliest days, they shared members with NBT, but it was short lived. They bounced around a few independent labels and one last album was recorded for Thrill Jockey, entitled Kryptonite, and released in 1996. Kryptonite was released with a metallic lime green cover and contained lyrics about Superman, Lois Lane, and lost love. Over the course of the next year, the band began to drift apart, with Wick recording solo material. The band managed to scrape together one more album for record giant Warner Bros when they came sniffing around after Green Day had made it evident that punk rock sells, but they broke up soon after due to little to no support of it. So in the grand scheme of things, their time was brief, but powerful. And in true punk rock fashion, I don’t think the band really gave a crap about any of it. They just played music and had fun. Unfortunately in 2001, lead singer Jerry Wick was hit and killed by a car while bicycling home. It’s sad too, because he was a great songwriter. “Kryptonite” is the lead tune of course. Blast off into the rock and roll Metropolis of garage punk rock and roll. The very thing that made this band cool is that they weren’t afraid to try different things. This one features piano. “Savior Breath” is not only a great pun but another great song as well. That catchy 3 chord stuff lo-fi blast off! Hell yeah! Certainly not gaunt on the rock (#seewhatididthere). “Hope You’re Happy “ is about as punk rock as you can expect to get. This is what it would sound like if NBT did less yelling and sang more harmonies. Horns and $#!t on this number, again utilizing some new tricks with the old. Not immune to the catchy AF pop punk vibe that Green Day had a stranglehold on in the mid 90s comes “Transistor Sister”. It’s a no brainer but a head banger too. There’s even a video for it! “Bust” follows with the breakneck speedy Gonzalez “bust you in your head!” It’s perfectly placed pauses and fuzzed out guitar will leave you wanting more. The last fast track is “Hand in Pants”. Gaunt never lets up and the backing harmonies prevail. This band had something special. They were a band you could respect. Quick, catchy and no frills. Serious but fun all at once. Hook laden and made to order madness. This and Bricks and Blackouts may be one of their most experimental albums. It’s damn good though. R. I. P. Gaunt. Oh! And Of course there’s a “side Gene”. You have to get a Kiss reference in. (The other side is Paul, duh)

The Wipers: Youth of America ( Side One )

Technically just Wipers, but “The” is often attached. Wipers was a punk rock band formed in Portland, Oregon in 1977 by guitarist Greg Sage, along with drummer Sam Henry and bassist Dave Koupal. The group's tight song structure and use of heavy distortion were hailed as extremely influential by numerous critics and musicians. The band is considered the first Pacific Northwest punk band. Possibly most famous for being both influential to and covered by Nirvana. Greg was interested in music at an early age and has a rather unique perspective on music. His father worked in the broadcast industry so he had access at an early age to a record lathe. He would often study music under the microscope and loved the way it was produced from the record. This gave him a very deep understanding of the way the sound was reproduced. That and Hendrix inspired him to pick up a guitar and the rest is history. Originally they formed just as a recording project. The plan was to record 15 albums in 10 years without touring or promotion. Sage thought that the mystique built from the lack of playing traditional rock 'n' roll would make people listen to their recordings much deeper with only their imagination to go by. He thought it would be easy to avoid press, shows, pictures and interviews. He looked at music as art rather than entertainment; he thought music was personal to the listener rather than a commodity. He is not wrong, but soon shows and touring did happen. Sage has been quoted and remarked on their initial reception: "We weren't even really a punk band. See, we were even farther out in left field than the punk movement because we didn't even wish to be classified, and that was kind of a new territory. ... When we put out Is This Real? ... it definitely did not fit in; none of our records did. Then nine, ten years later people are saying: 'Yeah, it's the punk classic of the '80s'". So this is their second album, and it’s a reaction to the quick short burst of songs all the punk bands were doing in the early 80s. In fact the title track is nearly 10 minutes long! But that’s on the other side. This side contains “Taking too Long” which has highly advanced guitar for a 2nd LP. It’s a serene and peaceful song. Not the BEST Wipers song but still pleasing. “Can This Be” is more the rocking style Wipers fans are used to. Punk elements but wrapped in rock with those fuzz crunch guitars the6 helped stylize. Like a grunge burrito! The dropout bridge and energy are worth the listen alone. For me, the best tune on this side has got to be “Pushing The Extreme”. The Wipers are good at that “haunted melody” sound. You know, kind of creepy sounding but low frequency and underscored by punching bass lines. Accentuated really. I also like the weird phrasing of the word Extreme, it’s partly why Wipers stand out so much. A very loooooooong song though. “When it’s Over” sees Sage showcasing his guitar prowess. Very surfy (another signature of the Wipers sound) and with all of the builds it’s a pretty great piece. Some spoken word but it’s essentially instrumental. These early records have a great cohesion and consistency in their cyclical riffs. Not bad for one of the Northwest’s most influential acts and precursors to the “Seattle sound”.

So it was a real epic battle today of old vs new punk. Well, I guess they’re both old. More like old vs really old? Anyway. Gaunt had a secret weapon on hand, Kryptonite...but will it weaken The Wipers? Gaunt burned 99 calories over 15 minutes and 6 songs. They averaged 16.50 calories burned per song and 6.60 calories burned per minute. They earned 15 out of 18 possible stars. The Wipers tried to engage the youth of America. The Wipers burned 105 calories over 4 songs and 16 minutes. They averaged 26.25 calories burned per song and 6.56 calories burned per minute. They earned 10 out of 12 possible stars. Looks like Gaunt’s Kryptonite worked! They walk away champs today!

Gaunt: “Transistor Sister” (sorry for the piss poor quality but it was the 90s)

https://youtu.be/T7GTSYz1Bmw

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triple-a-enderdragon · 6 years ago

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Meet the Locals!

Hermits, in this AU, come in three different flavors; avatars, those who were given magic, and those who have magic of their own.

Avatars: Hermits who have had the (mis)fortune of being chosen by an Element, beings who represent different aspects of the world (more on these guys later). Avatars can channel the power of their Element and have certain related abilities. This is elaborated in each individual avatar’s infodump.

Given: Hermits who have obtained magic via other superpowered beings other than the Elements. Their powers and abilities vary greatly.

Personally Obtained: Hermits who were either born with their magic or obtained it without the intervention of any superpowered being. Again, their powers and abilities vary greatly.

Hermits! In (kinda) alphabetical order!

Bdubs: Flavor 3; can manipulate space and distance, but in small areas. He can make these changes “permanent”, most prominently in his builds; or temporary. He mainly uses it as a way to travel more quickly and safely between locations. The larger the area, the longer the time held, and the more dramatic the change, the faster he tires out. However, the small area of his builds and the subtlety of the magic used makes these permanently sustainable.

Biffa: Secret flavor 4; but he’s the only one. He has no “real” magic, but his stubbornness to not die is magical on its own. Biffa originally came from an...interesting world. It was a hardcore world, meaning perma-death. This world had a gladiator-style arena that he never left (until he left that world). He was thrown into fights constantly, which led to the almost total (violent) removal and replacement of his fleshy bits. He is about 90% cybernetic and can become a bloodthirsty little monster. That’s why he’s on the Strike Team! Known as the Berserker, he is the frontal assault in most confrontations, drawing the attention away from the flankers, Iskall and Python. His fighting style may seem random and haphazard, but it is well structured and takes full advantage of his metal body. As an ST member, he has special weapons, two axes and a greatsword.

Cub: Flavor 2; Bestowed with Vex magic alongside Scar and is an OP. Cub, besides having handy mechanic-exploiting knowledge, has some control over the elusive magic of the Vexes. He knows not of the true nature of how he and Scar came about it. Cub’s speciality is utility magic and he mostly uses it to test the limits of the world around him. Because the magic can be volatile, he (and Scar) must use a focus or risk great damage to himself. Cub’s focus is a fairly small sphere of translucent quartz that, over time, has grown small cracks of a suspiciously light blue material.

Docm: Flavor 1; Avatar of Redstone, whether she knows it or not. Frankly, whether he knows it or not, either. ~Once upon a time~, Doc was a regular researcher, doing regular researcher things. Until one day. An explosion rips through the facility, fusing several things together. Two of those things being Doc and a creeper. Also, he lost some body bits as well. This explosion drew the attention of Redstone (an Element!), who had been watching him closer than she normally would (read: at all), took pity on him and replaced his lost body bits with some snazzy redstone bits. Needless to say she didn’t expect that would make him her avatar. She then went back to minding her own business. Or, at least, trying to. Something about Doc is just...captivating. Can’t be this avatar business. Oh no. ANYWAY. Doc can manipulate redstone. Fun! He can also feel the circuits and how they work, allowing him to make incredibly accurate diagnoses of other hermits’ redstone circuits. He also has a weird and exceptional way with a channeling trident...

Evil Xisuma: Flavor 1; Avatar of Void, kind of an accident. EX came into being when Void made a very bad mistake. Void saw all these Elements with their avatars and decided they wanted one. (bad reason, but oh well.) Xisuma just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. It would have gone smoothly (if X consented. He probably would have), but someone else didn’t. The world guardian smacked Void back into their place, but not before they took a bit of X with them. The piece of X’s soul that Void stole became EX, kind of an avatar, kinda not. EX lives in the void of the End, between the death layer and Oblivion. He catches (and sometimes collects) whatever falls in. If hermits ask nicely, then he may return some items they have lost, but he rarely does this as most of their things aren’t collection-worthy. His favorite collection is of souls, those that somehow ended up below the death layer.

False: Flavor 3; Has powers over enchantments. False is the champ of PVP; the only other hermits that can hold their own against her is Iskall and Biffa. Her preferred weapon is the bow, in which she is unparalleled. Some time ago, between world 4 and 5, she (and Iskall) were pulled to The UHC to compete. False won (no surprise), but she was forced to stay behind to watch Iskall fight through (and win) the next round. During the upset of his “win”, she slipped away to the 5th world. False hasn’t told him what she saw in that 2nd UHC. Switching gears, False is Commander of the Strike Team, and so that is her alias. While very capable at PVP, she is the only member who can strategize on the fly; such that she takes her super special bow to high ground and controls the field as a chessboard. If things get really dire, she can supercharge the enchantments of one (or all) of the boys and essentially make them unstoppable for a short period of time. She cannot do this for very long and is completely vulnerable the entire time. That’s why Wels is there!

GTWScar: Flavor 2; Bestowed with Vex magic alongside Cub. Scar is the one to bring Vex magic down on him and Cub. He knows it is not a gift, but a pact. In order to gain the protection of the Vex, he had to essentially pledge himself to them. His relation to them is very Avatar-like in nature. Most of the time he can do his own thing, but occasionally the Vex will guide him to do something, as stated in the pact. Where Cub has the less intrusive utility magic, Scar has the more intense evocation magic.

Grian: Flavor 1; Avatar of Air. Has wings! Now, I know what you’re thinking. ~Evo~, right? Well, I grant you but a taste and nothing else. Grian lived in Evo for a while, went through all that, became a baby watcher and everything, then vanished. A certain something has found the crown jewel to its collection. A trade, it proposed. You can come and join me. No unnecessary restrictions will be upon you. No benchmarks. No goals, other than your own. In return, you will be a blank slate. I will not tolerate a being tainted by Them. I guess it was a bit taken aback by how enthusiastically Grian agreed. He remembers nothing of Evo (except that something happened), or of the deal. He is the brand new avatar of Air, as he had shown exceptional flying skills and no fear of heights. Without the need for rockets to stay airborne and an inherently curious personality, Grian has very quickly become the air equivalent to Iskall’s ground scouting.

iJevin: Flavor 3; Has various slimy powers. Slime has alchemical properties. Jevin is a slime. Full stop. Okay, not full stop. But he is a slime, just a really weird, blue, potentially one-of-a-kind one. He wasn’t created in a lab, but he was found and dumped in one to “be studied”. Unfortunately for the researchers, Jevin was also very sentient. And sentient slimes don’t like to be “researched”. So he left. He managed to (very poorly) disguise himself as human and waltz out the door. Whilst exploring worlds, he discovered some very interesting properties of his slime. When used in potion-making, it can enhance the properties of the potions significantly. To the annoyance of the other hermits, he prefers to make poisons and other negative-effect potions. They have to coerce him to make more beneficial ones. The other hermits don’t know their drinking Jevin-juice. Shh, don’t tell them.

Impulse: Flavor 2 & 3; Is an OP and has mob wrangling powers. More useful than it sounds. Impulse seems to just have a way with mobs. Unlike Ren or Cleo, he can’t control or talk to them; which makes this even more mysterious. Mobs just...behave differently around him. There’s a reason he always has a trading hall within days of getting to a new world.

Iskall: Flavor 1; Avatar of Diamond. A bit unhappy about it. (jus’ a bit). Iskall’s early days hail from hardcore worlds, where he had to hone his PVP and tracking skills to survive. Between worlds 4 and 5, he (along with False) were pulled into The UHC. He and False had two very different experiences. Long story short, in a battle against another skilled PVPer, Iskall lost his left eye. Upon winning, he became MIA for several hours before following a trail, left by False, to the hermits’ fifth world, now sporting a shiny new eye. This shiny new eye gives him control over all things diamond. If it’s gear he made, full control. If it’s gear someone else made, partial control. He can detect other people if they’re wearing diamond gear. He can also detect diamond ore in a 5 chunk radius around himself, 16 if he’s concentrating. All these cool abilities come with a downside; if his eye is removed, he will not survive long without it. Iskall is a member of the Strike team, dubbed the Hunter, due to his unmatched tracking skills. Along with Python, he is a flanker. Iskall’s preferred weapon is the glave, because polearms are awesome. Also, how can he thrive in such cold biomes? This man’s a walking furnace I tell ya. The downside is that he can’t stay in the Nether too long or he’ll start to overheat.

Joe: Flavor 3; Can cast Suggestion at will and always succeeds. Basically, Joe can subtly influence peoples’ emotions, always in the interest of safety and diplomacy. Okay, that’s not entirely true; he also does it to confuse and befuddle. He’s very good at that. Another thing he’s good at is healing. Joe is the resident medic. While other hermits, (Iskall and Wels), have rudimentary medical knowledge, it’s mostly field dressing. Joe has a more extensive knowledge of long-term treatments. He is the one wrangling Jevin to produce beneficial potions.

Keralis: Flavor 3; Hypnosis. Look into my eyes. Nothing but my eyes. Keralis can captivate one person at a time with his gaze, but once captured, he cannot look away without breaking his hold.

Mumbo: Flavor 3; Can alter reality, but doesn’t know it. Whatever he believes will happen (or not), will happen. Mumbo may possibly be the most powerful hermit; he can unknowingly alter the outcome of whatever he’s thinking about just by believing in his new reality. The catch? He can’t do it at will. Thus, he can never know about it. The only person who knows about it is Xisuma, and only after some intense investigation over several worlds. Aside from that Mumbo is well-versed in redstone, and is better at it than he thinks. His problem? What he thinks becomes reality.

Python: Flavor 3; If he doesn’t want to be seen, he won’t. No matter what. Not invisibility, I swear. Camouflage!! Python was apart of someone’s attempt to make attack creepers; an unsuccessful venture. You’d think he’d be more chameleon or something with how well he can blend in with his surroundings, but no. Python is a member of the Strike Team. While he’s not as good as Iskall at tracking, Python is (predictably) better in the stealth department, earning him the alias Assassin. He moves much like a viper, striking with his twin daggers before his target has time to react. He works exceedingly well with his fellow flanker, Iskall, to take down all sorts of enemies.

Ren: Flavor 1; Avatar of Life. Can speak with animals and can turn into a massive grey wolf. ‘S pretty cool. Ren came to be an avatar out of desperation, and Life was the only one who could help him. It’s not quite what he expected, but it’s pretty cool all the same. He can communicate with animals and can even, at the right moment, become one. His favorite shape to take it that of a grey wolf.

Stress: Flavor 1 & 3; Lucky girl! Or is she? Avatar of Water and a certain magenta surprise later on. Stress became Water’s avatar almost as a second thought. There’s a reason she’s known as the Ice Queen and not the Water Queen; Water neglected to give Stress full access to her powers, as the Element is much like Redstone; keeping to herself. Not that this hinders Stress in anyway, she is still a force to be reckoned with. She doesn’t feel the cold and experiences no ill effects from prolonged exposure.

Tango: Flavor 1; Avatar of Fire. He ain’t too happy about it either. Tango became and avatar in a similar fashion to Ren, except he turned down Fire’s proposition, saying he’d rather die. To which Fire replied, “You are in the Nether. You die here, you are mine irregardless.” Needless to say Tango’s still a bit salty about that whole ordeal. At least he can spend more time in his favorite dimension, the Nether! Impulse and Zedaph often find him taking a dip in lava or sleeping in a bed of his own flames. On the heat scale, if Iskall is a furnace, then Tango is a miniature sun.

TFC: Flavor 1; Avatar of Earth; but at this point, they’ve pretty much become one. Tfc is the wrangler of the other Elements as Earth is the oldest one around. At this point TFC and Earth have bonded to the point where they are almost indistinguishable from each other. Of course, hermits can still tell if it’s TFC or Earth talking. Usually it’s TFC; Earth only comes out when absolutely necessary. Since they are bonded together so completely, TFC can bring out the pure, raw power that Earth has to offer, something that no other avatar can claim.

Wels: Flavor 2; Made a pact with an entity eons ago. He can never be defeated as long as he is protecting someone. Well, not so much a pact as a promise. Wels gave his word to this entity that he would always protect those who need it most, and in return the entity’s power would shield him from death for as long as he protects someone. Even with this protection, he has to be careful; once the conditions have passed, he will succumb to any fatal wounds he sustained over the fight. To counter this, Wels has gotten incredibly skilled at defensive battle. He may not be an attacker like the rest of the Strike Team, but his sword and board tactics have come in handy more times than one can count, earning him the alias Bastion. False owes him her life several times, when he protected her as she unleashed her magic.

Xisuma: Flavor 2; Admin! Admin powers are granted as host of each world’s resident guardian. Xisuma handles all of the behind the scenes, keeping an eye out for anomalies, sending Iskall to investigate “visitors”, generally making sure everything is running as smoothly as possible. A while ago, X had a runin with Void. Long story short, EX came into existence and left X missing a piece of himself. Because of this, he often finds himself forgetting simple things, like conversations or bits of projects. He has also had to enhance his helmet to help his breathing, as he now finds the overworld and Nether atmospheres to be too oppressive.

Zedaph: Flavor 3; No magic can affect him. That’s it. Even Mumbos’ reality-changing ability can’t touch him. Zed is the much-needed keystone in the midst of all the magic running around this world. Even he doesn’t know the full extent of his magic-negating ability, except that it hasn’t truly been tested yet.

ZCleo: Flavor 3; Due to a glitch years ago, Cleo is now a zombie. She can talk sense into undead mobs. Cleo was once a normal person. Well, as normal as she gets. What I’m saying is she wasn’t a zombie yet. But a glitch happened years ago at the exact moment when she (and other people in different worlds) died and respawned, trapping her between life and undeath. She took this very well, immediately trolling any hermit she could find. Cleo has expressed a preference to being undead, as the only mobs she has to worry about now are creepers and spiders. Occasionally a limb will fall off, but she takes it in stride.

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