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weixuldo · 11 months ago

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Enigma// ch 27

anakin x reader

A/N: Heyyyy- this one is pretttty long lol (a range of emotions for your reading pleasure) Hopefully u guys enjoy!! Also I am not an ordained minister and have never been to a courthouse wedding- so just keep that in mind if I totally butchered the process lollll!! as always, thanks for reading :)

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Courthouse weddings were not on your bucket list this year, but if its with Ani- you'll be alright.

warnings: cursing, mentions of pregnancy, afab! reader, marriage?, ani is a disabled veteran, topics of death, Vaginal sex, oral (f!recieving), cumplay (kind of?), liver failure?, depictions of pain

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You lightly squeezed Anakin’s upper arm with excitement as the officiant entered the small room. He was an older man, but he wasn’t the stereotypical short, bumbling bureaucrat; instead he was rather tall, in shape, and filled out his pressed suit nicely. He seemed to have himself all together.

He eyed the two of you suspiciously (he probably thought the two of you were a joke). After all, the two of you were nowhere near as dressy as him.

You wore a simple white dress you found at a thrift store you frequented. It has a lacy trim and a beautiful silk trail; honestly it was crazy that you found this in a size that would fit your pregnant belly in such a pinch.

Anakin told you he would have bought you a new dress from a boutique if you wanted, but you respectfully declined; you really liked the appeal of a secondhand dress- nothing wrong with clothing that told a story and now you got to add some new memories to the dress.

Anakin wore the only suit he owned, a plain dark blue coat and trousers with a white button up. Though, it was definitely too big for him now since he had lost so much weight. He never bought a new one because he always hated wearing suits (too many ceremonies in his full dress for the army), plus most suits made it hard for him to maneuver his limbs due to the cut and the tightness.

Whenever you were a little girl, you never expected the wedding of your dreams would be in a courthouse- but being here with Anakin was all your heart could ask for.

The officiator walked around to the bench and set his leather briefcase down lightly, before taking a few papers out. Anakin placed a stiff hand on your forearm and gave you a small smile.

“How are you doing, beautiful?” he whispered, his words tickling your ear.

WIth a shy giggle, you responded “I can’t wait to be your wife, Ani”.

“Alright- do we have everyone who should be present in attendance?” the tall man in front of you asked.

You turned behind you to check if Ben, Satine, and Ahsoka were still back there (where else would they have gone?). Once you gave them a quick smile, you turned back to the man and nodded.

“Perfect. My name is Mace Windu, and I will be officiating this marriage- I am to inform you that I am an ordained minister by law and every document you sign here will be officially binding. If you have any objections before we proceed, speak now or forever hold your peace. Shall we begin?” the man spoke before taking a moment to scan the room.

“No objections? Very well. We will begin the ceremony.”

Mace spoke so formally and so precisely that it felt more like you were being read your rights rather than being wed- but either way, you couldn't be happier.

Sadly your city’s courthouse didn’t allow for personalized vows (you had no idea why), so the ceremony was rather short. Once Windu had gone through the formalities and such it was your turn to answer.

“Anakin Skywalker, do you take this woman to be your lawfully-wedded wife”.

Anakin turned towards you and held his gloved hands out for you to hold. A soft, yet all consuming look of adoration consumed his features as he gazed upon your beauty. You were the most radiant woman he had ever set his sights on- how were you about to be his wife?

Anakin’s “I do” came out more as a heartfelt sigh than a statement, but that made it even more special.

His smile lines were evident around on his face as his blue eyes admired you; he was a little self conscious about the “wrinkles” but you always reminded him they told so much more than age- they told the story of his life; his joy, his despair, his pain, his laughter- they made him who he was.

“And do you, f/n l/n, take this man to be your lawfully-wedded husband?” Mace asked with a small smile.

“I do” you delivered with your whole heart.

“With the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride”

Without hesitation, Anakin slipped his hand against your cheek and brought your lips to his. Never had a kiss been so dizzying- passion, lust, love, excitement, longing, and sadness all combined into one.

You reveled in the feeling of your plush lips against his.

You nearly forgot you were in public when your friends started to clap and make their way towards the front of the room. Mace set out the official document and handed you an expensive fountain pen for you to sign with.

You forgot all thoughts of his judgment once he handed you the pen with a smile, “congratulations, Mrs. Skywalker”.

You felt the butterflies in your stomach- Mrs. Skywalker…. Wow.

Anakin wrapped a loving arm around your back and pressed another kiss to your temple.

“I love you so much sweetheart, more than anything”

“You are my everything, Ani” you responded with another kiss.

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“Are you sure you want to do this, princess?” Anakin asked shakily as you led him to your shared bedroom.

“I’m completely sure, Ani”

Ever since that first kiss as a married couple, you and Anakin had both been pining after each other the whole day; of course you had each other now, but you wanted that intimacy that was expected on a wedding night.

You didn’t ache for him purely from lust, rather it was an all consuming desire to be one with your lover, you wanted to be able to physically channel the love you so desperately felt.

“Please, Ani… I want you inside of me- I want you”

Your sweet and sensual tone made him shiver; how could he deny his beautiful little wife? Anakin bit his bottom lip hesitantly and nodded as he began to remove his slacks.

You relaxed back onto the mattress and released a sigh, “thank you my love”.

His sandy locks fell in front of his eyes as he gazed back at you, “Anything for you”.

Once he removed his pants, you helped him with his shirt; he laid on his stomach and placed his face between your plush thighs.

You were dizzy with anticipation as his bright blue eyes gazed upon your aching core- the two of you hadn’t been intimate in this way since the baby and all that time was taking a toll on you.

Obviously the two of you agreed to be gentle for the sake of the baby, but deep down all you wanted was for your newly-wed husband to fuck you untill you couldn’t speak right.

His stiff, cold hands held your in-place by your hips and he pushed his face right into you. Anakin’s skillful tongue swirled around your sensitive bud as he made his way up and down your delicate folds.

Unintentionally, you arched your back which caused your pelvic bone to bump his nose into your clit; an odd sensation that made you jolt. The strong cartilage pressed nicely against your swollen clit. Maker, was there any part of this man that you didn’t love?

“O-oh Ani” you moaned.

He started slowly but as your breathing began to quicken, so did his motions. He wasn’t really able to maneuver his mechanical digits in the way he would have liked to, so his mouth was very skilled.

He lapped up your sweet juices as he rutted his painfully hard erection into the plush mattress. He could get off by your reactions to his tongue alone. You were gorgeous.

He eyed your round stomach and for some reason that only charged his lust. You were carrying his child- his.

Anakin never really saw the appeal of children when he was younger (probably also because they were such a big factor for him and Padme), but now- now he saw the appeal. He saw all of it.

Though the child was an accident, it was born from the love and passion you and Anakin had for each other, this child would be there to love you when he’d be gone- this child you carried held his future.

His head spun with all consuming love for you- his wife.

Maker, he never thought he would get another chance at love after his accident all those years ago…

“A-Ani! I’m close” you whimpered, as your thighs trembled on either side of his face.

Your shaky voice snapped him out of his thoughts and he paused to kiss your sensitive bud before he helped you reach your anticipated release.

“Let go for me baby” he instructed softly.

And you did just that; stars flooded your vision and your brain went fuzzy. You couldn’t remember the last time you came (probably before the baby).

You allowed yourself a moment to gather yourself; Your chest heaved as you sat upright to draw him into a sloppy kiss. His sandy locks were all disheveled and his cheeks were rosy- he was perfect.

“Ani- that was… amazing” you huffed, still riding out your high.

His lips quirked upwards and he placed a hand on your cheek, “Anything for you, my love”.

He never hesitated to make you blush. You looked down to see his large bulge straining against his boxers.

“Oh, Anakin…” you cooed as you ghosted your fingers across his rock hard shaft.

He shut his eyes and quivered at your touch. You leaned forward and pulled back the elastic waistband to get a peek at his blushing member.

His velvety tip was bright red and weeping with precum; you gave it a soft kiss and collected a bead of his salty cum.

“F-fuck” he shuddered.

You began to tug his boxers off; as you did you kissed down his hip bone, v-line, and pelvis. You pulled the thin fabric over the threshold of his human and prosthetic legs until they were finally off.

His heavy dick slapped against his lower stomach; his one vein prominently pulsing on display for your pleasure. You gently dragged your fingers along the ridged scars that peppered his cock (they added a different level of sensation when they brushed against your walls).

You were about to take him into your mouth when he stopped you.

“Wait- I want to be in you” he said breathlessly.

You knew what he meant, but you felt like teasing him- “Well, technically you would be” you smirked.

He exhaled and playfully shook his head, “I didn’t know I married a comedian”.

You giggled and sat back up, “alright Ani, where do you want me?”.

The routine question was not because he liked to order you around the bedroom (well, sometimes he did), it was more of a courtesy question you habitually asked. Anakin was limited in the amount of positions he could pull off and some days certain ones were easier than others.

“Lie on your back” he said and you complied.

He grabbed a few pillows and stacked them under the small of your back so that you were more arched (a personal favorite of yours). He kneeled his prosthetics on the bed right against the backs of your thighs.

Anakin felt light headed with lust as he caressed your breasts and then down your swollen belly. His weeping cock was pulsing in anticipation as it stood proudly, eager to enter your plush pussy.

“Alright sweetheart” he breathed before slowly pushing himself into your.

You gasped as his bulbous head made its way into your cunt.

“Are you alright?” he asked quickly (and worriedly).

You nodded and asked him to continue.

Slowly, inch-by-inch, he made his way into you. You gripped the bedsheets and tossed your head back in pleasure.

Anakin was already feeling indescribably good, but when he finally bottomed out, he couldn’t suppress the guttural moan that escaped him.

“Feel good?” you asked him with a lazy smile.

He nodded vigorously “f-feels so good baby- s-so good” he babbled as he gently rutted his hips into you.

You patted his thigh to get his attention, “You can move more Ani- you won’t hurt the baby” you coached.

He clenched his jaw and nodded once more before he slowly dragged his length across your plush walls. The slow cadence of his hips made you shudder- the contrast from his fast and precise tongue to the slow but filling feeling of his cock only added to your overstimulation.

“Fuck…. you look so beautiful baby- my beautiful- ahh- m-my beautiful wife” he said.

“All yours Ani”

He groaned at your sentiment and began to quicken his pace- you felt so damn good; he was already feeling his release coming?

He watched your swollen breasts bounce as he thrusted in and out of you- he couldn’t take it anymore. Anakin shut his eyes and tossed his head back,

“I’m so- I’m so close baby” he almost cried (he too, had not cum in a while).

He snapped his hips into yours, making you yelp in pleasure, “F-fuck, ‘m sorry princess” he apologized before he moaned once more.

“I’m gonna cum! I’m- I- ‘m cumming. I’m cumming!” he stuttered as his body shook violently with the orgasm that ripped through him.

You gasped at the warm thrust of cum that shot into your already sensitive pussy. His thick ropes painted your insides as he continued to empty himself into you.

Both of you panted heavily and he began to unsheathe himself from your pussy. His dick was coated in a marvelous mixture of both of your highs… a heavenly sight.

You sat up and helped rest Anakin against the headboard before you retrieved his inhaler. You administered a few puffs before his breathing had calmed down.

“I don’t think you understand how indescribably in love I am with you” he huffed as his beautiful blue eyes looked deeply into yours.

You smiled and blushed a stray curl behind his ear, “I understand completely”.

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You snuggled close to Anakin under the warm covers after the two of you had gotten cleaned up and took a shower.

You couldn’t believe you were actually married to the man you loved more than anyone else. Sure the two of you had got off on the wrong foot and had your rough patches, but look how far you've come.

Sleep was finally washing over you when you felt Anakin tense beside you. He was probably dreaming- he was plagued by constant nightmares from his past.

You began to brush your fingers through his hair (something you did to calm him when he would dream), but when his body jolted and he curled onto his side, you knew it wasn’t a nightmare.

“Anakin?!” you exclaimed when he started thrashing and groaning.

You sat up and reached for the light. He was clutching his right side with the arm he kept on at night- it was his liver.

His eyes were screwed shut as he braced himself against the bed. He wailed when you helped him upright, you could see his veins pulsing; every inch of him was screaming out for relief.

“Ani, I’m going to go get your pills, ok? Are you alright here?” you said hurriedly, your own heart rate was through the roof.

He just cried and shook his head, “Please- do-don’t leave me” he managed through gritted teeth.

Your eyes softened, “Ani, the pills will help, just let me get them for you- please?” you pleaded.

He stayed silent and finally nodded.

“Ok, I’ll be right back” you said before kissing him on the forehead.��

You raced to the kitchen counter where his pile of pills sat, you rummaged through the bottles looking for the pain pills the doctor prescribed. Once you finally had it you dashed back to the bedroom.

Anakin had laid back down on his side and his face was scrunched in pain. You rushed to his side and pulled him up so that he was lying against your chest. His grimace was painful to look at and he drool had begun to pool on the area he had lied down on.

“Oh, Ani” you whispered as he trembled in your hold.

You helped him take his meds and comforted him as the feeling began to pass. He finally drifted off after about an hour or so of in-and-out pain.

Once you laid him back down, you walked out to the living room and sat on the couch. You debated switching on the TV to mindlessly view some stupid show to attempt to occupy your racing mind, but you ended up just staring at the black screen.

Before you knew it, salty tears were streaming down your face. Why did Anakin have to endure this? Hadn’t he gone through enough?

You thought about how happy you were all day and how much you wanted a life with him-but now this? Nothing but a bitter reminder of the limited time you actually had with your husband.

What hurt the most was there was nothing you could do...

nothing you could do, but wait.

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a/n: so sorry this ended on such a somber note but I told ya- it was a rollercoaster in here hahah- also ik courthouse weddings take more planning, but for the sake of the story- we��re gonna pretend Anakin had been planning this and compiling the documents so that if you said yes (which you did) the two of you would be able to be wed as soon as you signed ur name on the respective dotted line :)

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silly-comics · 6 months ago

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Hi! Sorry this isnt really an ask but I just wanted to say I love how you draw all the au’s and how you portray them! It’s really refreshing to see Horror/axe portrayed with intelligence. Each one has their own personality and it’s just so nice to see. I love your art so much!

OMG THANK U FR

It really irks me the wrong way when Horror is portrayed as like…not as intelligent I guess? I understand why people do it. Like, yes he has all this trauma and yes he’s kind of disabled with the whole “I have a crack in my head and I’m missing my eye” thing, but that does not mean that he is not functional. That does not mean he is more animalistic than monster. It just feels wrong, to have him babied like that.

While it’s in some ways valid to have like an alternate version of him like that, I feel it’s way over done sometimes. (Ex: read a fanfic where he couldn’t speak more than like 3 words at a time and then would just go ape shit over the smallest things like a scared animal. He would never get better and is treated more like a pet).

It’s fine to headcannon him as having trouble with speech or memory and I won’t go after people who do it like that cuz in the end it’s just a story (as long as the representation isn’t damaging)! But it just makes me uncomfortable

Lmk if any of that made sense or if I’m being a weirdo. I just like being honest and I’m very open to debate, there is not malice behind what I say most times. I’m just blunt (it’s the autism).

#azresponses

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naamahdarling · 11 months ago

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Do you have a favorite musical?

If so, what are your favorite lyrics from it, and why?

ALW's CATS.

Is it a surreal mess? Yes! But I love it before everything else.

The lyrics are silly but very clever. Most are at least partly by TS Eliot, drawn from a wonderfully nonsensical book of poems.

I think my favorite song is the Invitation to the Jellicle Ball, neck and neck with Mr Mistoffelees.

My favorite cat is Mistoffelees by a lot, followed by the Rum Tum Tugger. They are in love.

But the part that makes me feel the most in my heart is Grizabella. The only cat I relate to is Grizabella.

Memory is the big number that everyone knows and I do absolutely love it, it's one of my favorite songs and probably the best in the musical as it was before CATS 2019 introduced a new song, but I feel that out of context it simply doesn't have punch. It gets trotted out to showcase a singer's skill, as a bit of a tearjerker if you're a sentimental person. It is so much more than that.

I didn't understand Grizabella properly until I was well and truly an adult and had taken in multiple cats off the street, and lived near a colony, and watched my own cats become frail, which are all painful things in many ways; AND until I had begun to really feel the weight of my marginalization as a disabled person and an ill person, which means confronting almost daily the fact that I am unlikely to come to the sort of end I would like.

Hold on because I'm going to be unhinged about this cat for a minute.

Grizabella is an aged stray, once welcomed, now abandoned and unloved, considered ugly even by others like her (who are shown to supposedly accept differences and value, or at least respect, most everyone...but not her).

She lives in a haunted, lonely state unacknowledged by anyone except to be driven away. She can no longer care for herself, she is filthy and matted and scarred and probably in a lot of pain, she is starving, and she has nothing but her memories of better times, and every single dawn is both a gift and a miserable curse. She gets to remember. She has to remember.

If you watch, Grizabella is onstage a LOT, she's just off in the background, usually poorly lit, where she tries to mirror the dances happening on the main part of the stage, dances she knows because that was once her, there in the spotlight, shining. But now she's in too much pain to dance and her body isn't working right anymore. I have no doubt Grizabella is dying. The question is whether she will get to do that well, comforted and with dignity, or do it badly and alone.

I cannot HANDLE Grizabella.

If you have even the tiniest inkling of love for cats, if you believe every cat's life is worth something, her story should destroy you.

The legendary Jennifer Hudson's performance in the movie brought a really angry and confrontational turn to her, and it was flat out amazing. A rebuke of a performance. It really hurts to watch but it's what the role has always needed. She isn't just weak and sad, she clings to the tatters of her dignity and is angry that the others don't see her as a whole person. Just a miserable shadow to be avoided. A cautionary tale. We are never told what terrible thing she did to deserve her fall, and given that most of the Jellicles are young, I don't know that any of them really remember.

I will physically fight anyone who says she should not have been selected to ascend to a new life. She was the only choice. Even Gus. Even him. He can have his turn next year. Grizabella does not have another year in her.

And I'm going to make some folks mad but I love the 2019 movie (it's bad) and the new song, Beautiful Ghosts, is amazing, and I DO prefer Taylor Swift's version as the movie version is a little more timid (fitting the role and musical way better) but TS fucking BELTS IT and I get chills every time.

The lyrics are incredible and the song is gorgeous, gorgeous. And strung together with Grizabella's song, it finishes the musical in a way that it was a bit unfinished before. It uses an actual full song to connect Grizabella to the Ball and the Choice more directly than any choreography ever did or could:

Victoria, the White Cat and viewpoint character, still almost a kitten, has been dumped in the street and into a terrifying and beautiful new life.

After being swept up into its wonder, she sees Grizabella, utterly rejected, hissed at, made fun of, despised, and aches with the injustice of it -- Victoria was snatched right up by the other cats the instant her paws hit the ground, but nobody will take in Grizabella. Not even her own kind.

Victoria sees how strangely similar they are and feels a kinship that has no pity in it at all, but wonder and respect.

So Victoria sings this new song expressing the first admiration Grizabella has heard in god alone knows how long, reminding her she has had an amazing life worth envy and renown, and she pulls this horrible decrepit old mess of a cat into the Jellicle Ball, where she is FINALLY relieved of her pain.

Like? I'm crying right now?

It isn't a serious musical, but Grizabella's story runs through it like a cold current, something real and terrible, surrounded by absolute ridiculousness. Her numbers are deadly serious, never played for laughs. And ultimately it is her story that turns out to be the most important one, the truest one, and it is dark, and it is hopeful but only in only the most painful and grief-stricken way. She isn't brought back into a comfortable life with other cats to be happy and surrounded by love. She essentially...dies and goes to cat heaven. She embodies hope itself to the others, and her ascension represents a deeply humbling lesson in humility and grace. Her suffering and her ascent represent the possible future of every one of them, and now they have to confront that, and their treatment of her. She was rewarded, and for all their beauty and charm they were not.

Anyway I'm not normal about it.

The lyrics from Beautiful Ghosts that I love are:

Perilous night, their voices calling. A flicker of light, before the dawning. Out here the wild ones are taming the fear within me. Scared to call them my friends and be broken again. Is this hope just a mystical dream?

and

And so maybe my home Isn't what I had known, what I thought it would be. But I feel so alive With these phantoms of night, and I know that this life isn't safe but it's wild and it's free!

Like, come on. It's a lovely song and it took my breath away in the theater.

Ugh this musical touched me as a feral cat girl of 10 and it touches me again as a sad catguy in their 40s. Truly a very stupid work of weirdly meaningful art and one for the ages.

There are much better musicals, but none of them are part of me.

#cats the musical #grizabella

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sushisocks · 1 year ago

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DO U HAVE ANY ANGSTY SEAN HEADCANONS??? OR ANY AT ALL??

DO I HAVE ANGSTY SEAN HEADCANONS???!? Is my tumblr url sushisocks??? I'm including just a couple non-angsty ones that are v important to me bcz we're here to have fun, after all lolol

Lets start out with a light one; Sean absolutely has ADHD and dyslexia. Everybody knows Sean can't read, but nobody asks WHY Sean can't read despite frequent opportunities to learn. Based on the camp interactions with Lenny, we know he has been willing to attempt to learn, but has given up. This reads a lot more like learning disability to me, than it does laziness!!

In a similar vein; Sean taking frequent naps/falling asleep a lot is because he's a light sleeper - he has had a hard time falling asleep and staying that way ever since his father got murdered in his bed by the law. Left an impression Sean can't really shake even when surrounded by friends and allies - it's easier to nap when it's light out and people are awake in the area. Combine that with the ADHD and suddenly he's sleeping when he's not supposed to - like on guard duty.

Btw Sean has REAL BAD nightmares so that doesn't help at ALL either

Sean's mom probably passed when he was very young - he doesn't have any tangible memories of her in the same way he does his dad. Telling stories about him is how Sean keeps the only real family he had alive.

SIMILARLY I imagine it was just the two of them fleeing to America together; Sean was right there when Darragh got killed in his sleep - I imagine him waking up to a gunshot tbh.

In previous posts I've talked some about Sean's parallels and similarities to Arthur. Consider; Sean having similar self-esteem issues as Arthur, but instead of being quiet and disparaging about it, Sean covers it up by boasting and talking a big game. Nobody tries to talk Sean up because they all think he has a big ego, and it sort of just feeds into the insecurities Sean already has & is trying to avoid thinking about.

Also; Sean is generally an open book about his feelings, but he struggles a LOT with being truly vulnerable or getting at the deeper stuff. He'll also always downplay and make a joke out of truly traumatic and desperate situations he's been in. Though he DOES tell you what happened, he's chuckling and acting like it's nothing. (This isn't even a headcanon, he actually does this very consistently. It's why Karen is so mad at him in that one camp interaction after the party lol)

The only times Sean feels comfortable not being The Camp Clown is when Dutch isn't around, with a limited amount of people to witness. He still feels weird about the fact that he did actually try to kill him, when they first met, like he actually pulled the trigger (I feel like people are prone to forget this abt him), and he's never sure if Dutch might resent or distrust him a little for it. Same goes for Hosea.

A MacSummers one I came up w on discord literally yesterday; Sean has a Claddagh ring heirloom he got from his late mother through his late father. He gifts it to Lenny at some point, who doesn't realize the symbolism, just the sentimental value. Lenny wears it on a chain around his neck.

The previous one could work for MacJones too but tbh I think it hits harder for MacSummers lol (im biased)

Sean blocked out a lot of what he experienced while holed up at Ike Skelding's; the teethpulling and the burned feet were probably some of the lighter things he had to endure.

Sidenote the fact that his feet were fucking burned being as brushed off as it is makes me fucking insane. How bad were they burned Sean? Are you in pain atm? Should you be walking?

#SORRY i didnt get to this right away but i do be Stewing and also had some irl stuff to deal with </3 #ANYWAY these are the ones at the top of my head/I came up with while stewing #I had to stop myself from getting shippy in there so you get ONE explicitly shippy one lmao #sean macguire #lenny summers #macsummers #arthur morgan #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 headcanons #teki talks #asks #rdr asks #meta asks

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trivalentlinks · 2 years ago

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I made Discount (open source) Tumblr Dashboard Bells as a Firefox extension to decorate your tumblr dashboard!

(And they're already reviewed and approved even though I only submitted for review yesterday!)

You can get them here.

(You can also look at the source code. (Here are instructions for downloading Firefox extension source code.) The code is Mozilla Public License v2.0, which I think means you can modify it and/or distribute under the same license if you like (but I'm not a lawyer). In any case, I'd be happy to hear any edit suggestions!)

Once you've added it to Firefox, if you to go to your tumblr dashboard it should have a row of bells at the top like this:

When you mouse over a bell or type the corresponding number or letter (not case sensitive) it should play the sound and light up like below.

(After opening tumblr, you may need to click somewhere on the dashboard to get the sounds to work.)

The keyboard keys you can use are q, w, e, r, t, y, u, i, and digits 1-8, with q, w, e, r, t, y, u, i, being one octave below 1-8. ('i' plays the same bell as '1', which is why there is no 'i' bell.)

You can disable the bells by clicking "Disable Bells". Otherwise they will play when you type the relevant keys even when you are making posts :-(

They unfortunately don't look or sound like tumblr bells. When I made them, I couldn't remember how tumblr bells looked well enough to draw them from memory, and these bells were in the public domain. The sound is vibraphone, instead of jingle bells like tumblr bells were, because I couldn't find jingle bell sounds in even one octave. Sorry about this; that's why they're called Discount Bells.

If you click "Play a string" the div should expand like:

And then you can enter a string and a tempo.

Any character in the string which is not one of q, w, e, r, t, y, u, i, or 1-8 (NOT case sensitive) will be treated as a rest. My preferred rest to use is the comma.

The tempo is in bells per minute (rests count as bells).

For example, my best approximation of Hallelujah (verse and chorus) is:

et,tt,ty,yy,et,tt,ty,yy,ty,yy,yy,tt,et,t,,,,,,,,et,tt,ty,yu,ti,ii,yi,12,12,22,23,33,21,1,,,,,,e,ty,,y,,,,,y,te,,e,,,,,e,ty,,y,,,,,y,te,,,rew,,,,qq

with tempo set to between 200 and 240.

You can find the source code on the Mozilla link provided above. Here are instructions for downloading source code for Firefox extensions.

Hope you give it a try and let me know if you have any thoughts/encounter any issues!

EDIT: I've made an update so that now the bells are disabled by default, so you need to click "Enable Bells" for the bells to work. (I also made them less loud. Let me know if you think they're still too loud.)

#tumblr bells #discount tumblr bells #discount dashboard bells #Firefox #Firefox extensions #Firefox add-ons

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manyminded · 1 year ago

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reasons I probably have autism (non exhaustive list, I’m rlly sleepy rn but insomnia is kicking my ass)

special interests - to my understanding, they last longer and the things u r interested in are broader. the poster child for my sp/ins is the osc, a genre, which I have been heavily invested in for over a year. (side note: they feel a lot like hyperfixations, almost identical for me, but sp/ins last way longer. most hyperfixes, for me, last up to [but usually less than] 3 months.)

adhd and autism are comorbidities

while it’s hard to tell if you know me, I definitely struggle with social cues. I can read them well; but presenting them myself is hard. my mom always told me to stop talking to myself, I over share all the time, I ‘talk out of turn’, etc etc

even though I can READ social cues/rules I have a general disregard for them; I tend to think they’re stupid and bad. (one example is I refuse to shave my legs and care very little for skin care)

i was always “a pleasure to have in class”, and while that isn’t usually a sign of autism, I’ll tell you why it could be in me. I never knew what could get me in trouble, and the rsd I have makes me want to avoid that as much as possible - so I become over complacent, afraid to test boundaries and avoiding any slight danger to my “goodie two shoes” life.

almost all of my friends are autistic, or have some other flavor of neurodivergency. we come in packs. we can sniff each other out, man. (side note: in online spaces, I usually end up in primarily autistic communities, almost always on accident. it comes with the overlap of most communities I’m in that, while not inherently linked to autism, have a big portion of their members be autistic.)

A little related to the previous point - I can almost always tell when someone is autistic if I’ve hung out with them like, 2-3 times. It’s not even conscious it’s just an instinct of like “oh hey another of my kin. hello 👋” Yk?

sensory issues. I’ve always been a “texture girl,” especially when it comes to food - I have been a “picky eater” for most of my life (although that has started to lessen over the years.) and while sensory issues aren’t inherently autistic, they are closely linked.

the fact I’m writing this at all, tbh. no neurotypical would do this I don’t think

I always get really fucking mad when ppl are ableist, especially in the context of autism. but maybe that’s the other disabilities talking idk (the memory of kids saying “don’t make jokes about being autistic when you aren’t diagnosed!” and rolling my eyes because Have You Met Me)

tbh creature

there’s probably more but I’m sleepy and mostly writing this to spite my mother bcuz she insists I’m not autistic. for some unknown reason. idk man

#autistic #autism #autism spectrum disorder #neurodiversity #neurodivergent #neurodiverse stuff #neurodivergency #neurodiverse #actually autistic #asd #audhd #actually autism #actually audhd

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lm-tomatito · 8 days ago

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Helloooo favourite artist🫶

For the headcanon ask game

🧸👽💝💔🪢💄😶 (and if there's any 🦾) for Espio :]

Ooh, so many questions, I like that✨

Also, favorite artist?? Ohmygosh, that's so nice, thank you ;u;

🧸 A headcanon about their childhood

Not sure if this is enough but I like to think he had somewhat of a rough childhood, maybe being part of a mercenary group since he was born (something to do with his family probably). He didn't feel right or even safe being there so he escaped one day as a preteen and that's how he met Vector, maybe trying to do something dangerous in his presence and the crocodile felt like he had to help this kid. I like to think that's why he was described as more aggressive and impulsive in the Chaotix game, he just had a bunch of negative feelings and experiences in himself and was just starting to get the help and friendship he needed.

👽 A headcanon about a weird quirk of them

Huh, not sure what would be considered a weird quirk, something that's unique to him or just something weird in general? Hm, I don't know if it's weird but I like to think he randomly speaks in japanese sometimes when he's lost in thought or is starting to show a strong emotion.

💝 A headcanon about their love language

He's not a very touchy person and stuff, so just being there comfortable around others and even trying stuff with them would be his way of showing care and appreciation. If it's his significant other though, he'd let them show physical affection to him as long as it's not too much or around people he's not close to. As an extra, and something I show in drawings, he'd wrap his tail around his partner, without noticing or on purpose.

💔 An angsty headcanon

He has very low self esteem despite seeming proud of his abilities, constantly trying to be better and do everything perfectly, flawlessly. This is even worse when it comes to himself, having dysphoria and not liking most of his features. I have the idea of most reptiles and insects not being considered as attractive as the rest of mobian creatures too. So he just feels like he's not what society considers good or proper, which makes him feel insecure. And because of his own pride and stubbornness, he'd just hide all those thoughts from everyone.

I have a small story idea related to this I'm trying to work on, something I've been thinking for a while, so I find it a very funny to be able to talk about this headcanon a bit now lol

🪢 A headcanon about their family

He doesn't like talking about his blood related family, negative experiences for sure, so anytime someone asks him about his family he just talks about the Chaotix. There is someone he doesn't see in a bad light, one of his parents, but... That's still surrounded by bad memories and a very tragic event that made him escape from his birthplace.

💄 An appearance headcanon

His top scars, and him liking goth fashion I guess. I also like to give him a lot of scars in his hands and wrists because, well, no way someone who uses a bunch of blades doesn't have scars.

😶 A random headcanon

A random one, hm. He doesn't like to be in photos, usually making himself invisible or hiding behind other people or stuff around him. He only let's people take pictures of him during special and significant occasions. When it comes to Silver though, he'd try his best to let him take pictures with him or of him as much as he wants, trying his best to not involuntarily camouflage, because he knows how important pictures are to the hedgehog.

🦾 A disability headcanon

I don't think I have one for him, not physical at least. If you count him being paranoid sometimes because of anxiety, his body dysphoria and the depression he keeps a secret from everyone, well, then that

#answering asks #ask game #lummy headcanons #espio the chameleon

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crowniko · 7 months ago

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I wanna write SO BADLY these days but I cant

I've been craving my old routine of working out, daydreaming, and writing out my silly thoughts

but I can't right now

I know I'll get back to it one day but right now I'm just feeling the frustration of my chronic illness and disability.

*angry crow*

if u wanna read more of an explanation I left it under the cut! I guess this is sort of my update/explanation for why I've been gone for awhile

I wanna keep this brief (I'm tired), but I also wanna spread some awareness on ME/CFS since it's what I'm dealing with.

I got COVID (yes it's still around and no the pandemic is not over) back in October, and after feeling horrible for weeks thereafter I was diagnosed with Long COVID... and then my doctor also diagnosed me with ME/CFS. It was a lot to take in at the moment, and ever since that appointment I've gotten worse.

ME/CFS is also known as Chronic Fatigue Syndrome. I like to also call it the Big Tired. but it's not just tiredness, it's straight up soul crushing fatigue, pain, brain fog, memory issues, dizziness, vertigo, weakness, and so much more. Post Exertional Malaise (PEM) is a main factor of ME/CFS that has crushed my being. to keep it brief, it basically makes u feel sick and get worse after any exertion of energy whatsoever. this includes physical, mental, and emotional. I once laughed too hard and felt sick hours later.

I find that these days I'm too tired to daydream now, which really makes me sad. the other day I turned on some music and started to daydream, and it got pretty intense (fight scene in my brain was going hard) and then I felt ill. I was out of breath and had to sit down because my heart started to race too fast. I can't fucking daydream like I used to and I'm so sad.

I know that I'm just having a bad flare up, but like I said before I'm just feeling frustrated and wanted to take this moment to vent/spread awareness on ME/CFS.

I'm still in the process of figuring everything out and I'm very lucky and privileged to have an amazing support system through my mom. I know that I'll daydream and write soon, since I'm stubborn, but yeah brain fog and fatigue suuuuck.

if u wanna learn more about ME/CFS I highly recommend researching it since it's a lot more common than you might think. also just a reminder to stay safe, wear a mask, and take care of yourself <33

#disabled #chronic illness #chronic pain #chronic fatigue #chronically ill #me/cfs #myalgic encephalomyelitis #chronic fatigue syndrome #covid #covid isn't over

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fic-recommended · 1 year ago

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Drarry Fics

more to be added, if I feel like adding

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Grounds for Divorce - Tepre

(122,217 words / 10 chapters / Explicit)

Tags: Slow Burn, Pining, UST, Anal Sex, brief but all the same enthusiastic rimming, One (1) lemon tree, Accidental Bonding, And I mean like U! S! T!, Jealousy, Deals with Trauma, They both top at some pointron is a good friend, Draco is a Good Cook, Dubious Consent due to the Accidental Bonding, The actual SLOWEST burn, Hurt/Comfort, Have I mentioned UST? Cannot overstate this it's like A LOT, First there's frottage, And then there's more sex, Anal Fingering, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, and just a lot of sex, sex on a bed, sex in the shower, sex on the floor, Sex on a settee, In other news they go to Egypt, Teddy is a Small Bean, There is one (1) cat, and one (1) happy ending

Malfoy finds a coin. Harry finds a letter.

A story about histories, a story about families. A story about a lemon tree somewhere in Upper Egypt.

I- hmm. I don’t have words for this fic. It’s like staring at a sunset, tears streaning down your face and asked if you think it’s pretty. Anything you say about it couldn’t do it any justice. Read it. Enjoy the sunset. It’s the best you’re going to see.

Enjoying Yourself, Potter? - DragonGirl87

(10,352 / 1 chapter / Explicit)

Tags: Fluff and Smut, Shameless Smut, PWP without Porn, Surprise Ending

Malfoy walks in on Harry in the showers. Harry can’t seem to forget Malfoy’s face and most definitely not the three haunting words Malfoy uttered… – “Enjoying yourself, Potter?”

Would it really be one of my fic rec lists if there wasn’t a pure filth fanfic? I think not.

Any Instrument - dicta_contrion

(131,102 words / 22 chapters / Explicit)

Tags: HP: EWE, Post-Deathly Hallows, Slow Build, Mystery, Politics, Angst, mental health, Disability, Disability Management, Coming Out, Awkward First Times, Wandlore, Elder Wandlong walks, Magic, Kittens, Happy Ending

Draco Malfoy wouldn't go back to England for anything less than an exceptional case. Being asked to figure out why Harry Potter can't control his magic might be exceptional enough to qualify.

There is just somthin about Draco in this fic that slaps so hard. You know you’ll come to realise that I either recommend a filthy short smut or a very long slow burn fic that fucking destroys you and makes you believe in love at the same time. This fic is no different. Actually this fic is both. Doctor!Draco, intensive reaserch on wandlore (I’m pretty sure the author knows more the Ollivander), Harry being the people pleaser fuck that he is, Goyle is kinda baby?, 10/10 fic

Running on Air - eleventy7

(74,875 words / 17 chapters / Teen and Up)

Tags: Mystery, Drama, Friendship, Slow Burn, Romance

Draco Malfoy has been missing for three years. Harry is assigned the cold case and finds himself slowly falling in love with the memories he collects.

Oh my god. I’ve never read something so beautifully written in my entire life. The verse of this made me want to cry. I sent quote after quote to both my girlfriend and my bestfriend. I just needed them both to hear the beautiful things I was reading. It was so wonderful. I wish I could forget the fic so I could experience it again.

Never Grow A Wishbone - ShanaStoryteller

(123,690 words / 25 chapters / Teen and Up)

Tags: Post War, professor!draco, Professor!Harry, Draco pov, Slytherins Aren't Evil, War is Complicated, Language is cultural, Slow Build, No character bashing, Unreliable Narrator, VERY UNRELIABLE NARRATOR, HP: EWE, Monthly updates, Politics, mostly politics a little everything else, which isn't what i intended but it's what we got, realistic politics, or more realistic than fic usually has, which fills a lot of people with anger i guess

She almost smiles, and true alarm starts to build in his chest. “I’m afraid I’m not here for something so small. Professor Roberts has resigned.”

“Good,” Draco says honestly, “Would you like a list of suitable alternatives? I know a number of competent potions masters abroad, but then of course you’d have to hire another teacher to act as the Slytherin head. I’m afraid you’ve dried up all the half decent Slytherin Potions masters.”

“Not all of them,” she says quietly.

He blinks. She can’t be serious. “You can’t be serious.”

“Gravely,” she says, “Mr. Malfoy, I am not above begging.”

What the bloody fuck. “I don’t even like potions!”

Draco returns to Hogwarts.

He has a duty to his blood and his name and his house, and he will fulfill it.

This fic was insane to read. I remember texting my friends that it made my brain hurt. I feel like this fic is canon and it has effected every other piece of Harry Potter media I’ve consumed. Draco is being a pureblood and I agreed with him???? Fanfic made me a death eater??? This fic goes so hard for no reason and it’s a delight and a mind fuck. ShanaStoryteller out here making Harry Potter make more damn sense.

Tea and No Sympathy - who_la_hoop

(70,045 words / 11 chapters / Explicit)

Tags: Slow Build, Draco-centric, Tea Drinking, Swearing, Muggle London, Houses of Parliament, Malfoy Manor, flangst, Family Feels, Muggle/Wizard Relations, Coming Out, Heartfelt Conversations, Sarcastic Conversations, Owls, Competitive Card Games, Falling In Love, getting drunk, Enthusiastic Snogging, Hogwarts Castle, Sex In The Slytherin Dormitory, Frottage, Time Travel, Time Loop, HP: EWE

It's Potter's fault, of course, that Draco finds himself trapped in the same twenty-four-hour period, repeating itself over and over again. It's been nearly a year since the unpleasant business at Hogwarts, and Draco's getting on with his life quite nicely, thank you, until Harry sodding Potter steps in and ruins it all, just like always. At first, though, the time loop seems liberating. For the first time in his life, he can do anything, say anything, be anything, without consequence. But the more Draco repeats the day, the more he realises the uncomfortable truth: he's falling head over heels for the speccy git. And suddenly, the time loop feels like a trap. For how can he ever get Harry to love him back when time is, quite literally, against him?

Baby gorls!! My secret third favorite fanfic trope other then soulmate au and slow burn is TIME LOOP FICS. Draco having to come to terms with being a prick to my boy Harry while falling in love and also being an enigma in time???? Sign me the fuck uppp

#draco malfoy fic #Harry Potter fic #fic recs #fic recommendations #drarry #drarry fic #drarry fic recs #Draco Malfoy x Harry Potter #harry potter x draco malfoy #Draco Malfoy x Harry Potter fic recs #Harry Potter x Draco Malfoy fic recs

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girlactionfigure · 2 years ago

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Her father had hoped to bring his family to America.

He wrote to a friend, “I am forced to look out for emigration and as far as I can see USA is the only country we could go to. Perhaps you remember that we have two girls. It is for the sake of the children mainly that we have to care for. Our own fate is of less importance."

Unfortunately, America’s restrictive immigration policy prevented that from happening, according to the Associated Press.

She and her family were trying to flee oppression in her country and the persecution of "undesirables (minorities, immigrants, homosexuals, the disabled, and the elderly). Racism ran rampant in this society, and opposition, any opposing opinion that spoke out for equality and for the lives of others was destroyed. Also, women were second-class citizens, forbidden to work, forbidden to receive an education, forbidden to speak out regarding their own lives and bodies. Patriotism was demanded for all, other religions were not tolerated. Teachers and civil servants were fired from their jobs.

This was why she and her family wanted to go to America.

But, that never happened.

She was born on June 12. She was the second and youngest child of her family. On her 13th birthday, her mother made cookies for the young girl to share with her friends at school. She enjoyed a party with a strawberry pie and a room decorated with flowers. One of her prized gifts she named "Kitty". It would be her last birthday before the family was forced into hiding.

On Tuesday, June 6, 1944, Allied forces would land on Normandy.

The young girl wrote in her white and red autograph book, “Is this really the beginning of the long-awaited liberation?”

But, it wasn't soon enough.

Two months after the Allied landings in Normandy, the police discovered the family's hiding place on August 4, 1944.

The young girl, Anneliese Marie, wrote in her book which she had named "Kitty" and had become her cherished diary:

"It’s difficult in times like these: ideals, dreams and cherished hopes rise within us, only to be crushed by grim reality. It's a wonder I haven’t abandoned all my ideals, they seem so absurd and impractical. Yet I cling to them because I still believe, in spite of everything, that people are truly good at heart."

Sadly, despite the young girl's hopes, the family had been betrayed by someone who knew of their plight. The son of one of the family's friends who had been helping them now believes it may have been his aunt, who believed she was only trying to protect her family and her country from "the undesirable" elements of society. The son, in a recent book, reveals a conversation in which his mother and aunt were arguing, divided over the future of the country and its leader, Adolf Hitler. The encounter ended with his aunt shouting, “Just go to your Jews!”

The young girl, Anneliese Marie Frank (known as Anne to her friends and family) and her sister were sent to the concentration Auschwitz-Birkenau, a death camp where more people were murdered than at any other camp – at least 1.1 million men, women and children, 90 per cent of them Jews.

The sisters somehow survived Auschwitz, only to be sent to the Bergen-Belsen concentration camp, where the two girls died of typhus (just a few days apart from one another) shortly before the camp was liberated by the British Army. The exact date of their deaths is unknown. Anne was 15, and her sister, Margot was 19 years old. Their mother Edith was also killed.

Documents that the Franks did try to get to America were discovered recently, according to research conducted jointly by the Anne Frank House in Amsterdam and the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum in Washington.

Unfortunately, “all their attempts failed, so going into hiding was their last attempt trying to get out of the hands of the Nazis,” said Annemarie Bekker from the Anne Frank House.

At that time American anxieties over foreigners were high, according to Richard Breitman, a professor emeritus at American University who wrote about the family’s attempts to immigrate to the United States. "Otto Frank’s efforts to get his family to the United States ran afoul of restrictive American immigration policies designed to protect national security and guard against an influx of foreigners during time of war," Breitman wrote.

The president of the United States at the time stated that “national security took precedence over humanitarian concerns.”

After attempts at immigration had failed, the Franks hid for more than two years during the war and it was then that Anne wrote her famous diary.

The first entries in her diary describe how her family were segregated and discriminated against. She wrote, "I live in a crazy time."

Miep Gies and Bep Voskuijl - two of Otto's friends who had helped the family while they were in hiding - had found Anne's writing and held on to it, in case she ever came back. Her father, Otto, was the only member of the family to survive the Holocaust. Miep and Bep passed Anne's writing on to him.

After reading the diary and seeing how much writing meant to his daughter and how she wanted "to go on living even after [her] death", Otto Frank decided to have her diary published.

“She has allowed millions of people, maybe hundreds of millions of people, to identify with persecution at the worst level,” said Breitman.

"The Diary of a Young Girl", also known as "The Diary of Anne Frank" has become a symbol of hope and resilience that has been translated into dozens of languages.

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#WW2 #Shoah #Anne Frank

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giveamadeuschohisownmovie · 1 year ago

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Currently busy with writing the next chapter of “Ghost Rider - From the Files of the ‘Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.’”. In the meantime, here’s a preview:

Inside the memory void

Phil Coulson: "Thank you for coming in."

Jemma Simmons: "Of course, sir. I am Agent Jemma Simmons. And this is-"

Leo Fitz: "-this is, I am Leopold Fitz."

Phil Coulson: "Fitzsimmons, yes. You know, when I first heard about you, I thought you were one person."

Robbie, Gabe, and Nico opened their eyes and, immediately, found themselves in a new location. The feeling was surreal, like stepping into a vividly detailed dream. After a quick examination of the room, they realize that they were in a conference room. The late Agent Phil Coulson was standing by them and was speaking with Jemma Simmons and Leo Fitz. By how the two looked, Robbie realized this memory must've taken place at least over a decade ago.

Nico, with her hands on her chin, looked perplexed. "That's interesting," she said, "It appears we ended up in Fitz's memory of him meeting Phil Coulson for the first time."

"Why's that interesting?" Robbie asked.

"Because I was aiming for the Maveth mission. Maybe it was the strain of the spell. When I was on my own, targeting a specific memory was a lot easier. As soon as you two got involved, it got harder to concentrate."

"Is that a problem?"

"No, it means I just need more practice. Anyways, I need to fast-forward us to Maveth. Gabe, are you good-"

Turning to Gabe, Robbie and Nico saw that he wasn't paying attention to them. Instead, he was looking at his legs. It took a second for both Robbie and Nico to realize that Gabe was standing on his own.

The younger Reyes' eyes widened as he continued to marvel at his newfound ability to walk. Every step he took must've felt like a miracle, as if he had been granted a reprieve from his wheelchair-bound reality. His fingers trembled as he touched his thighs, which hadn't carried his weight for years.

"Robbie," he whispered, his voice quivering with emotion, "I can't believe it. I haven't walked in so long. This is...incredible."

Robbie, who had witnessed Gabe's struggles and the countless hours he had spent by his brother's side, couldn't help but smile. He knelt down to meet Gabe's eyes, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "It's been a while since I've seen you move like that," he acknowledged, "Enjoy it while you can."

"Look, while I've gotten used to the wheelchair, and I want both of you to know that a disability doesn't make you any less of a person...it is nice to be able to use my legs again."

Just to test his legs out even more, Gabe began running circles around Fitz and Simmons. Since this was just a memory, neither Fitz or Simmons acknowledged Gabe's presence. Although they were on a mission, Robbie and Nico couldn't help but laugh at the sight.

But as Gabe stopped to catch his breath, Nico, although she didn't want to be a downer, she also didn't want Gabe to forget where they were. "Hey, remember, we're in Fitz's memory. This isn't reality."

"I know, I know," Gabe said, dismissively, "It's 'Inception' rules, we're just projections of our subconscious minds."

"I mean...I guess? Anyways, let's go Burning Boys, we need to skip a few years to the Maveth-"

Nico stopped when the lights in the conference room suddenly went out. Coulson, Jemma, and Fitz suddenly went stiff, as if they had become mannequins or life-like wax sculptures. Robbie, Gabe, and Nico began to back away from the frozen agents, confused. Nico armed herself with the Staff of One while Robbie unlatched the steel chains that were wrapped around his chest.

"What the hell is this?" Robbie turned to Nico, who looked just as confused as he did. "Magical Girl, is this a normal part of the spell?" he asked.

Nico shook her head. "I have no idea what's going on."

"Are we being invaded?" Gabe asked, going into a fighting stance to prepare himself.

"I don't know," Nico said, "I'm pretty sure we're not. I would've felt something. Other magic-users can't just...for the lack of a better term, hack into another user's spell."

"I don't feel anything either," Robbie said.

"Zarathos, are you following me right now?" Robbie thought.

"Yes I am, Reyes," Zarathos answered in the back of Robbie's mind.

"What the hell happened to the memory? Is this a demon or something that's doing this?"

"This is going to sound strange, Robbie...but I'm not quite sure. I can confirm that the ugly, middle-aged man who was your former boss is still watching over all of you. Nothing is happening out here."

"That's all you can give me?"

"Well...I can't explain it...but I somewhat recognize the energy that's causing the memory spell to falter."

"Energy? What energy? And how do you recognize it?"

"There is something that's affecting the spell. And I recognize it...because it's the energy of a Spirit of Vengeance."

"Wait...what-"

Suddenly, the once serene environment trembled, and the walls flickered like an old film reel. A bizarre storm, filled with swirling colors and strange, otherworldly shapes, materialized in the corner of the conference room. Robbie, Gabe, and Nico grabbed onto the conference room table, clinging on for dear life as the colorful storm began to pull the trio into it.

"Robbie, what's happening?!" Gabe shouted, "Where the hell did that storm come from?!"

Robbie squinted at the tumultuous anomaly, his usually confident demeanor giving way to a sense of unease. "I don’t know, something’s gone wrong! Just hold onto the table!" He turned to Nico, who was whispering something that Robbie couldn't hear. If he had to guess, Nico was trying to end the memory spell. "Nico, can you control this?! Can you end the spell?!"

"What the hell do you think I'm trying to do, Burning Boy!?" Nico, her brow furrowed with concentration, tried to regain control over the memory spell. After positioning herself so that her chest was directly facing the table, thus allowing her to use her body to anchor her down, she began to move her hands in an attempt to stabilize the memory. Although she was frightened, she dug deep into her Kamar-Taj lessons to try to eliminate the storm. Despite her movements, the storm raged on. "Okay, I don't know what's happening. I'm trying to stabilize or end the spell, but nothing is working."

"So we're trapped here!" Robbie shouted.

"I'll figure something out! And boys, don't you even think about killing yourselves! That will not wake you up from this!"

As they grappled with the storm's sudden appearance, the Leo Fitz who was a part of the memory suddenly woke up. He immediatly grabbed the table after feeling the storm's pull on him. Surprisingly, Jemma and Coulson were still unaffected by the storm.

"What the bloody hell is going on?" he demanded, his voice echoing in the ever-changing, distorted landscape.

"Leo, huh?!" Nico shouted, "How are you with us?! You're the host-"

"-I don't know and I don't care right now! Just get us out of here!"

Nico, growing more desperate to regain control, attempted to end the spell once again. She closed her eyes and chanted softly, her hands glowing with purple energy. "Okay...okay, okay, okay! Just hold on, everyone! Let me just....clear my thoughts-"

However, before Nico could start her incantations, an unseen force suddenly tore the group apart. Robbie, Gabe, Fitz, and Nico were forcibly separated, their vision blurring as they were hurled in different directions within the chaotic memory void.

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bihansthot · 1 year ago

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Character Chart

Character’s full name: Hallvard Breivik

Reason or meaning of name: guardian of the rocky broad cove

Character’s nickname: Reaver

Reason for nickname: his savage nature in battle earned him the nickname

Birth date: October 20th, 1996

Physical appearance

Age: 27

How old does he/she appear: 22

Weight: 240

Height: 6’4”

Body build: twunk

Shape of face: face shaped

Eye color: gold

Glasses or contacts: neither

Skin tone: tan

Distinguishing marks: scar across cheek

Predominant features: striking eyes and strong nose and jaw line

Hair color: black

Type of hair: coarse and straight

Hairstyle: dreadlocks

Voice: deep with a Norwegian accent

Overall attractiveness: above average

Physical disabilities: slight hearing loss in left ear

Usual fashion of dress: light gray Lin Kuei uniform with lots of fur

Favorite outfit: doesn’t have one

Jewelry or accessories: a necklace passed down by his ancestors and a brass crown

Personality

Good personality traits: he’s out going and confident as well as loyal and helpful

Bad personality traits: boisterous and argumentative, can be very stubborn and difficult to deal with easily enraged

Mood character is most often in: happy go lucky

Sense of humor: dark and snarky

Character’s greatest joy in life: drinking and Tomas

Character’s greatest fear: losing Tomas

Why? He can’t stand the thought of losing the man he loves.

What single event would most throw this character’s life into complete turmoil? Bi-Han or Tomas dying

Character is most at ease when: he’s letting Tomas braid his hair.

Most ill at ease when: when Tomas is away on a mission

Enraged when: Tomas is injured

Depressed or sad when: whenever Tomas is hurt or upset

Priorities: Tomas, Bi-Han the Lin Kuei in that order

Life philosophy: For Honor and Glory!

If granted one wish, it would be: to bring Tomas with him to Valhalla

Why? Because he wants to spend forever with his love

Character’s soft spot: Tomas

Is this soft spot obvious to others? Painfully

Greatest strength: his ability to get stronger and stronger the more injured he gets

Greatest vulnerability or weakness: he becomes useless and passes out from blood loss if he over does his power

Biggest regret: not being able to save his family from the house fire that killed them

Minor regret: not confessing to Tomas sooner

Biggest accomplishment: becoming one of the Grandmaster’s inner circle

Minor accomplishment: any successful mission

Past failures he/she would be embarrassed to have people know about: that he couldn’t save his family

Why? He doesn’t want his friends to know he was once weak

Character’s darkest secret: he started the fire that killed his family, it was an accident but got too out of hand

Does anyone else know? Tomas does

Goals

Drives and motivations: his motivation is to serve and protect the Lin Kuei

Immediate goals: protect Tomas

Long term goals: marrying Tomas and retire

How the character plans to accomplish these goals: Hallvard is convinced Bi-Han will eventually let him retire from active duty and move to teaching so he can continue serving the clan but won’t be in danger anymore.

How other characters will be affected: Tomas will most likely also retire and become a teacher. Bi-Han will continue to be Grandmaster and Scorpion will continue to play second fiddle.

Past

Hometown: Henningsvær

Type of childhood: a very active fun childhood full of fishing trips with his father

Pets: two big wolf dogs Vali and Balder (they survived the fire too)

First memory: the first time he held his baby brother

Most important childhood memory: the fire

Why: it was terrifying and burned into his mind forever, Hallvard was stoking the fire as his father instructed him too but in the middle of the night a coal sparked out of the fireplace and ignited the carpeting and spread out of control. Hallvard managed to grab the dogs and make it outside but the front half of the house collapsed with his family trapped inside as they had been asleep up until Hallvard’s screaming awoke them but his Mother tried to get his baby brother out of the nursery and his Father wouldn’t leave without them and it took too long.

Childhood hero: his father and grandfather

Dream job: fisherman

Education: elementary and whatever schooling the Lin Kuei provides

Religion: pagan

Finances: a small allowance

Present

Current location: Arctika

Currently living with: Tomas, the Lin Kuei

Pets: Vali and Balder (they’re magic wolf dogs and don’t die because I said so)

Religion: pagan

Occupation: Assassin and Theif

Finances: fixed income from Lin Kuei

Family

Mother: Maja

Relationship with her: good

Father: Magnus

Relationship with him: good

Siblings: Geir

Relationship with them: protective older brother

Favorites

Color: grey

Least favorite color: red

Music: Norwegian death metal

Food: Fårikål – Mutton and Cabbage

Literature: he doesn’t really read must outside of military strategy

Form of entertainment: sex and sparring

Expressions: “knulle meg” “tull” “dø” (“fuck me” “bullshit” “die”)

Mode of transportation: horseback

Most prized possession: an onyx band he plans to propose to Tomas with

Habits

Hobbies: training, sparring, honing his blood magic

Plays a musical instrument? No, unless clapping cheeks counts?

Plays a sport? No

How he/she would spend a rainy day: cuddling with Tomas

Spending habits: basically nonexistent as the Lin Kuei provides everything

Smokes: no

Drinks: yes

Other drugs: no

What does he/she do too much of? Drink

What does he/she do too little of? Takes care of himself

Extremely skilled at: working himself into a blood frenzy

Extremely unskilled at: being couth

Nervous tics: cutting himself with his nails or knives

Usual body posture: hunched over

Mannerisms: commanding presence, boisterous laugh, confident stance, expressive gestures, loud roaring voice

Peculiarities: he has basically no off switch until Tomas intervenes, then he’s very calm and reserved

Traits

Optimist or pessimist? Optimist

Introvert or extrovert? Extrovert

Daredevil or cautious? Daredevil

Logical or emotional? Emotional

Disorderly and messy or methodical and neat? Disorderly and messy

Prefers working or relaxing? Relaxing

Confident or unsure of himself/herself? Very confident

Animal lover? Yes

Self-perception

How he/she feels about himself/herself: he’s hard on himself for not being able to safe his family

One word the character would use to describe self: survivor

What does the character consider his/her best personality trait? Confident cheerful demeanor

What does the character consider his/her worst personality trait? Easily enraged

What does the character consider his/her best physical characteristic? Pecs

What does the character consider his/her worst physical characteristic? Big boney feet

How does the character think others perceive him/her: positivity

What would the character most like to change about himself/herself: nothing

Relationships with others

Opinion of other people in general: people do bad things and deserve to be punished

Does the character hide his/her true opinions and emotions from others? No

Person character most hates: Scorpion (he’s jealous of how close he and Smoke are), he doesn’t really hate anyone he’s just a jealous person

Best friend(s): Bi-Han, Sektor

Love interest(s): Tomas

Person character goes to for advice: Scorpion

Person character feels responsible for or takes care of: Tomas

Person character feels shy or awkward around: Tomas

Person character openly admires: Bi-Han

Person character secretly admires: Tomas

Most important person in character’s life before story starts: Tomas

After story starts: Tomas

Hallvard was orphaned at a young age and was forced to survive in the harsh wilds of Norway with the help of his dogs Vali and Balder but was taken in by a young Lin Kuei operative (Hydro) who was in the area at the time of his personal tragedy. He was taken back to Arctika and raised alongside his fellow Lin Kuei and trained to be a reaver. A reaver gains their powers from damage either self inflicted or received during battle, the more damage Hallvard takes the more damage he’s able to inflict. It’s a double edge sword however and he can easily get too injured and collapse in battle, his attack style is very aggressive and reckless, his goal is to get injured and it drives Tomas crazy who usually patches Hallvard up after missions. Hallvard is a verse, he’s just as happy to let Tomas take the lead as he is to take the lead himself. He’s very sweet and doting and very much a Golden Retriever Boyfriend, he’s good friends with everyone in the Lin Kuei but he’s particularly close to Bi-Han and Sektor, despite being horribly jealous of Scorpion they’re actually very good friends. He knows Tomas would never be unfaithful but sometimes he’s worries he’s not good enough for Tomas and that he deserves someone better and more refined like Scorpion. Hallvard is very loyal to the Lin Kuei as they took him in and raised him after he lost his family in the tragic fire, he looks up to and respects Bi-Han as Grandmaster immensely but also loves having drinking contests with him, usually ending in a tie when they both pass out from stubbornness. He loves spending his down time with Tomas and tinkering with his grenades and other weapons in his arsenal, he’s gotta make sure his baby is well stocked up. He’s very go with the flow and doesn’t have a lot of strong opinions and usually defaults to Bi-Han’s judgment.

OC template came from gaiaonline hopefully you lovelies like him 🥺 I don’t know how much we’ll see of him but I really wanted someone to ship with Smoke.

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