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bubonicc-writing · 7 months ago

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The Rebound

Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x Fem!Reader

Word count: 3194

Summary: It's been a long time since Cooper has felt a loving touch. Perhaps a little too long because he's not entirely sure what to do with you.

CW: Semi-slow burn, smut, P in V, creampies, loving on a crispy man who needs it real bad. Prob ooc because this is my first fallout/reader fic ever (sowwy)

Cooper was a hard man to break. Downright standoffish and a straight-up jackass. At least that was what he was like when you first met him. Charismatic, confident, an excellent shot, but god, was he a prick. That, though, you had gotten used to the longer you traveled together. As the months dragged on, that standoffishness started to shed from the Ghoul.

It started with random small talk picking up between you two as you travel between settlements. For the first few months together, it was mostly silence or business talk traded between you. Who was the next bounty? Where were they last? Can you scavenge while I get intel? It was all just business. That was until one night, Cooper started making small talk between their travels. Then came the soft conversations by the fire when they settled for the night. Every week, the weight of that duster and those guns on his back seemed to lighten the more he talked to you. Then came the offered cantine of water on a scorching day. Already an out-of-the-ordinary gesture from him, more so because your cantine wasn’t empty and he was offering his for a sip.

You took it.

The small talk turned into jokes with hushed laughs between you. As Cooper drawled on, you watched him over the campfire's tip. The light it threw cast beautiful shadows along Cooper's features, and when that crooked ass grin warped his lips more and more, you felt a tinge in the center of your chest. A little candlelight flickering and quivering whenever he spoke in that long drawl. It blazed when his eyes flicked up at you, staring at you in a way that made it seem like he could see right through you. It was like he could see that candle burning just for him.

Now, when the two of you slept, you were no longer on opposite sides of the room. You both started to creep toward each other every night until you were only a few feet apart. Cooper never laid down when he slept. Instead, he leaned against the wall and semi-slouched. He’d tilt his hat downward until the brim hid his eyes. Finally, he would cross his legs and arms before drifting off. You, on the other hand, preferred your bedroll. While not much, it was still better than the barren floor or the questionable mattress they occasionally came across.

Tonight, a storm was coming through, bringing billowing winds and harsh rain that pounded the roof of the abandoned gas station they had sheltered in. You had tried hours ago to sleep, but the chill from the wind crept between the broken boards and cracked windows. You tossed and turned for what felt like hours, unable to get warm in any position. You flopped over one more time, now facing where Cooper was slouched against a wall a good two feet from you. His brim was cast down, covering his eyes as usual, but from how still he was, you figured he had fallen asleep a while ago.

Chewing your lip, you hesitated momentarily before scooting towards him and bridging the gap. Snuggling up against his hips and thighs, you sighed contently. He smelled of gunpowder and smoke, typical. Slumber tugged at your eyelids, and you finally drifted off within minutes.

A light sleeper for obvious reasons in this hellhole of a wasteland, Cooper had awoken the second you had touched his leg. He waited for you to settle before opening one eye halfway and staring down his brim at you. Studying your peaceful expression and how you pressed your nose into his thigh. Two rouge strands of your hair had fallen against your cheek, slightly curled at the tips.

A former version of himself would have shoved you away, telling you to git back to your side of the station. Except the current version of himself felt something swirling around in his chest. It was slightly uncomfortable but not all too unfamiliar.

It was a sensation he hadn’t felt for over a hundred years, something that longed for that little touch and craved so much more. It flopped around behind his ribcage, and he grits his teeth in annoyance.

Sighing and looking back down, he shifts gently. Bringing one hand down and outstretching two fingers, he tenderly brushes the hair strands behind your ear. With that, he recrosses his arms and sits back, eyes closing.

As the months continue, so do they, but Cooper is different at night. His expressions are somber, his eyes distant while he sharpens his knives. Deep in thought, sometimes it takes calling his name twice before he looks up at you.

“Coop, are you alright?” you ask, your eyebrows furrowed together in concern. You were annoyed when he smiled and chuckled softly, telling you he was peaches and cream. You didn’t push the matter and didn’t have to because he mentioned his daughter three nights later.

He spoke slowly, hesitantly, wondering if he should even be saying any of this to you in the first place. He wasn’t a vulnerable man, not anymore, anyway.

He spoke, and you listened, night after night, as more pieces of the puzzle of this mystery man fell together. Under all those clothes and behind all those guns, Cooper was still just a man—an ordinary man.

“You’ll find her Coop,” Reaching over from where you were sitting at his side, you placed your hand on his wrist and gently squeezed it, “I know you will.”

Cooper didn’t respond, but a smile so tiny it almost went missed curved the corners of his lips.

As you lay in your bedroll that night, you felt something shift against your front. Opening your tired eyes halfway, you watched through blurry vision as Cooper lay down next to you. His back was to you, but you scooted against his spine without a second thought. Resting your cheek between his shoulder blades, you closed your eyes again.

Eventually, Cooper lay facing you. Without saying anything, he would hook your waist and tug you against his chest. Then, you would feel him resting his chin on your head. The first time he had done it, your face burned so hot you feared you might catch ablaze. If Cooper noticed, he didn’t say. No matter, you didn’t want him to stop, and you were sure he didn’t want you to, either.

In truth, Cooper would be lying if he ever said he didn’t like the sensation of your small palms against his chest. He loved how you played with the buttons on his dirty shirt until you fell asleep.

Each night, you did the same thing, chest to chest, until finally, one night, you nuzzled your face into the nook of Cooper's neck. Soft and plump lips grazed across his scarred skin before placing a gentle kiss on Cooper’s jawline.

Immediately, Cooper stiffened against you. You felt his fingers tracing lazy patterns on the small of your back pause. You heard him swallow suddenly, and your stomach sank as you expected him to push you away and scold you.

Instead, Cooper cleared his throat and nestled his chin harder against the top of your head.

Days in the wasteland dragged on usually, but the following days felt like an eternity since that night. Bounty after bounty, caps collected, and supplies scavenged, Cooper never once brought it up. Instead, he carried on as usual, which, in truth, made your heartache.

It was possible that even after all of this time, the candle he had ablaze in your chest was not mutually lit.

What you didn’t know was that Cooper's heart had bounced out of his chest and into his throat that night. He didn’t think it was even possible for his cheeks to flush, but damn, they felt hot. It was alien; over 200 years of feeling the kiss of bullets, he had forgotten what a real one felt like. It was incredible but also terrifying.

He had loved, and he had lost.

The nights following the kiss, Cooper waited for you to make a move again, but you didn’t. You slept with your back to him and didn’t move when he pressed against you and draped an arm over your waist. After a few minutes, he felt your fingers intertwine with him in a gentle grip.

The two of you stayed linked that night.

The following night, Cooper watched as you shrugged off your jacket and kicked off your boots, getting ready to sleep after a long day of tracking a bounty through the unforgiving sun. Reaching up, you released your hair from its loose bun and let your locks fall messily over your shoulders.

You half turned when you felt Cooper grab your hand. Watching him bring it to his lips, he kissed your palm and pressed your hand against his cheek.

The brim of his hat temporarily hid his eyes, but when he looked up at you, your heart fluttered. No words were exchanged as you slowly leaned forward, having to stand on your toes even to come close to his marred lips. Centimeters away, you paused, but Cooper filled the gap.

The first kiss was gentle, and your free hand came up to cup Cooper’s other cheek. When you broke away, it wasn’t for long. Reconnecting, your kisses became hungrier, and your hands on Cooper's cheeks drifted downward. Running over his neck, then his collar and chest. You worked your way down as he kissed you until you palmed at his groin.

“Wait,” Cooper pulled away suddenly, stepping back, “wait…fuck” He turned on his heels, pacing back and forth.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, watching him shake his head and curse to himself. “Coop?”

Once he stopped pacing, he sighed and shook his head before glancing over his shoulder at you.

“I don’t think I have it in me no more, sweetheart.” He laughed softly at himself.

“What do you mean?” Taking a step towards him, she watched as he finally turned to face her.

“It’s… been a long time. A really long time, sugar.” Too long, really, at least, that is what he thought anyway. Nobody had touched him like this since before the bombs. Nobody had loved him. The only thing he knew now was blood, bullets, and ass jerky.

“Coop,” You said softly, moving towards him and wrapping your arms around his towering frame, “let me take care of you for once.” There was silence before Cooper rested his chin atop your head and laughed. Slowly, his hands came up to rest on your hips, his thumbs dipping under the fabric of your shirt to rub at the soft skin there.

Looking up, you place a chain of kisses along his jawline. Meanwhile, one of your hands pressed against his back snaked back to his front. There, you worked your way down again until you felt the subtle tent in his pants. You palmed it gently, drawing out soft groans from your Ghoul. He shifted in place, sliding his chin off your head and burying his face between the nook in your neck. His hips lean forward into your touch, and you purr at that.

“That’s it,” you whisper, working the top button until it pops. Next, you slide his zipper down and slide your hand inside. “I’ve got you.”

Upon grabbing his stiffening cock, you feel him tense against you, even sagging a little bit as you start to stroke. Your thumb rubs over his swollen head, spreading the generous amount of precum around. You feel it pulse against your palm, and you can’t help but smile when Copper’s breath stutters against your neck.

“Fuck darling,” He drawls, “You know how to drive a man mad.” Bringing his hands up from your hips, Cooper knots his fingers into the back of your shirt. It doesn’t take long to have him unraveling. You can feel his thighs trembling and his grip tightening the closer he gets to release. Like butter, he is melting and fast.

Each new noise you pull from him causes a feverish heat to swell over your form. Your stomach flips, and you feel your heat clench with desire. As much as you would like to keep your composure, you lean into him, pressing your forehead into his shoulder as you stroke faster and faster.

The choked growl Cooper lets out is the only warning you get before hot fluid coats your palm and wrist. His hips lurch in your grip twice before he suddenly sags hard against your form. Finger still twisted in your shirt, he finally lets go and lets his arms swing heavily by his sides. His legs are like jelly, and it takes him a moment to stand up semi-straight, his hat slightly crooked. He looks drunk, his eyes glossy, that stupid ass grin you loved smeared across his lips.

“That good, huh?” Stepping back to give him a little breathing room, you pluck the first few buttons of your shirt open. Allowing your shirt to part and fall from your shoulders, your breasts become exposed. With your other hand, you reach down and open the first button of your pants.

“Well then,” You coo, “come on then bounty hunter.” You shimmy your pants and panties off, kicking them off to the side, leaving your form raw to his eyes. “Come and get it.”

There was no need to ask twice. Rushing forward, Cooper grabbed your hips and slammed your forms together. Your lips crashed together again and again, and you whined into his mouth, horribly needy. You didn’t doubt Cooper had seen the slick glistening on your inner thigh.

Pushing you backward, you allowed Cooper to guide you to your bedroll. Once close enough to it, he kicked his foot out, hooked his heel around your leg, and pulled it out from under you. As you fell backward, he fell with you, landing flat on his palms. Towering over you now, eyes ablaze as they drink in your beet red face and beautiful puffy pink breasts.

“You’ve been wantin' this for a while, haven’t yah?” Lifting one of his hands and pressing it against your soft belly, he drags it down towards your heat. Without warning, he slides his middle and ring finger through your folds, running over your sensitive clit. You gasp, tossing your head back.

“Ngh! Fuck!” Looking up between your bodies, you watch as Cooper drags his fingers up and down over and over, teasing your swelling clit. “Fuck Coop, fuck!”

“Well,” He growls, “Who am I to keep a lady waitin'?” Without warning, his middle and ring finger coast downward and dip deep into your gushing cunt. The squeal that escapes your lips has Cooper chuckling. He presses deep into you, humming as your walls grip his digits.

Burying himself knuckle deep over and over, a squelching noise is followed by each hand thrust. You lift and twist your hips from the intense waves of pleasure. Only when you feel Cooper withdraw his fingers do you flop down, panting harshly.

Through half-lidded and blurry eyes, you watch Cooper bring his hand between you. He inspects them before spreading his two fingers apart, a tendril of thick fluid connecting them.

“You get this wet for everybody else? Or just little o’l me?”

Turning your head away in embarrassment, you feel Cooper grip your chin and return your gaze to him.

“Eyes on me.” He growls as he rolls his hips forward, running his stiff cock between your slick folds. The head bumps your clit, and for a moment, you think you see stars. Over and over again, he grinds against you, littering your chest with kisses in the meantime.

When you finally feel him lean back and press his head against your opening, he hesitates.

“It’s okay,” you whisper as you place your hand on his cheek and run your thumb over his cheekbone. “I’ve got you.” Sliding both arms around his neck, you gently tug him into your warm embrace. One hand rugs between his shoulder blades while your other rubs the back of his neck.

Allowing himself to lean forward, he nuzzles into the side of your neck before biting the soft flesh.

Rolling his hips forward, he breaches and slides into you with ease. Gasping and choking out a soft cry, you feel him bury himself to his hilt. Hip connected to hip for a brief moment, he finally drags himself out. Rolling forward, the pase is slow, perhaps even loving, before your Ghoul gets hungry.

It doesn’t take long before your hips are slapping together. You can’t stop the sobs of pleasure that break past your lips with each sharp snap of his hips. Digging your nails into his shoulder blades, you feel your eyes cross when the head of his cock punches that sweet, sweet bundle of nerves.

“Oh fuck, Cooper!” Your back arches off of your bedroll, “F-fuck! I’m… I’m” The hot waves of pleasure radiating from your belly to your groin all the way down your trembling thighs to your toes are winding too tight. “I’m gonna cum!”

He didn’t slow down and instead angled himself better to strike that little bundle of nerves that had your eyes rolling back. It took two hard hits before he felt your beck snap into a tight arch. He felt your chest bump hard against him, and your hips twisted to the right as your climate ripped you apart.

Head thrown back, mouth wide open, no sound came out of you as your climax held you prisoner.

Above, Cooper's thrusts started to become sloppy, losing their rhythm as your cunt clamped down on him spasmodically. As much as he tried to hold on, it had been too long, and you had felt too good.

Grunting hard into the side of your neck, you felt a warmth bloom in your groin as Cooper spilled everything he had left into you. He slammed your hips together, holding you in place and burying himself as deep as he could, pumping you full. The sensation had goosebumps blooming across your skin as your body finally deflated back down against the bedroll.

With eyes half-lidded and glossy, you made out the foggy shape of Cooper still hunched over you, his chest rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath. Every other breath was a soft wheeze. Sweat had beaded on his forehead, and a droplet fell and landed on your chest.

Leaning back and sliding himself from your heat, a thick flood of cum followed. You shivered at the sensation and watched as Cooper lowered himself against your form. Resting his head between your breasts, he inhaled sharply and sighed.

Lovingly, you stroked the back of his neck, enjoying the sensation of his hot breath against your breast.

Together, you lay like that while listening to the rain from a passing storm plink against the tin roof.

When you looked down, Cooper's eyes were closed, and his breathing had finally leveled. Letting your head fall back, you closed your own eyes and smiled.

For once, the wasteland was at peace.

#fallout #fallout amazon #cooper howard #the ghoul #cooper howard x reader #this is my first ever character x reader fic I've ever written #so im new to this kinda fic but know I tried #also please #my asks are open for requests #I purchased premium Grammarly just to start writing more so please... give me fuel #I have another ghoul fic on the back burner where he is self servicing himself tee hee stay tooned

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messy-gemini1 · 1 year ago

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His lost Angel, returned to his heaven.

Even with an eye missin, Micah could picture you form as if you were standing Infront of him..

Your glowing (h/c) locks, bright smile and bright eyes that lit up his day any time he saw you.

But he was an arrogant bastard, too greedy for his own good. He was Icarus and he had flown too close to the sun.

He could remember the look of disappointment and sadness when Arthur arrived to call him a rat. You begged for him to be lying, begged Arthur that you man wouldn't tell you out.

No matter how much Micah wanted to tell you it was a lie, he couldn't because despite how much he loved you; he was still a greedy bastard..

he tried to console you, but the Pinkertons had arrived, guns blazing as you hide behind the table with him. The look on your face broke his heart; your eyes were cold, distand...

"please darlin, i did it for us!" he begged, firing shots. No! you did it for yourself!" you screamed at him. Micah flinched, he knew it too, he knew he did it for himself.

"(y/n)! c'mon!" John yelled, waving you to the cave. You bit your lip and looked, before meeting Micah's eyes.

"go darlin...get outta here" he said, he grabbed your hand and placed a small coin purse in it before shoving your quickly to john, who was quick to pull you along.

He remembered how he felt when he beat Arthur, how he knew you'd be so disappointed in him. How Morgans words stung him "you'll never be...good for that girl" he wheezed, and Micah knew it too.

He knew he was never good for you, and yet. You had stayed with him, even when he was in Guarma, you waited for him.

Micah sighed and threw his cigarette into the ground, snuffing it out. He never thought he'd be back in this place again.

He boots clicked across the cobblestone as he led his horse to the hitching post before walking into the store. He looked around the store before walking up to the register and hitting the bell.

"Just a second!" came a voice, and Micah could swear his heart stopped.

There you were, dressed in a black button-down vest and a red skirt. You both froze when seeing each other, Micah quick to take off his hat. "Hello, darlin..." He spoke. You gulped, carefully stepping up to the Counter.

"Hello...Micah" the way you said is name made his knees weak, as if he was that nervous man who was sacred to ask you to dance all those years ago.

You had aged beautifully to him, your hair pinned in a messy bun, eyes still shining as bright as the day he lost you.

"What can I help you with" you spoke, looking away gently. Micah cleared his throat and shook his head.

"Just need a few things" he said, pulling a list from his breast pocket and handing it to her. their fingers touched for just a second and it sent electricity through Micah.

You gingerly took the note and looked over it. "yeah, I can get this for you" You spoke. Micah smiled "thank you."

"Listen I-" he started but you stopped him "no, don't you start with apologizes" you said, pointing a finger at him. Micah was surprised by the sight of tears filling your eyes.

"Your right. But I'm still sorry. Not for what i did to the gang...But for what I did to you" he said, taking a step around the counter, moving to stand in front of you.

You crossed your arms, hugging yourself and biting back tears. Micahs heart clenched, how could he have done this to his angel, to the one girl he promised everything to.

He opened his mouth to speak, pausing when catching the light on your ring finger.

"is that.." he started, taking your hand in his own. Looking at the ring on your finger.

It was the ring he hid in the coin purse he gave to you, he was going to surprise you with it that day but fate had other plans.

Your eyes widened before you moved your hand. "shut up..." Micah grinned, hands moving to sit atop your waist. "so you have missed me.." You scoffed and rolled your eyes, lookinh away from the outlaw.

"momma! look!' a blonde-haired child ran into the shop, holding a flower out to you.

Micah was surprised, looking from the boy to you.

"Micah baby, why don't you go to the back and sit awhile momma talks okay?" you moved past Micah and ushered your child into the back room.

"Micah huh?" Micah spoke, leaning against the counter with a cocky grin on his lips.

You crossed your arms, looking away. "you...You once told me that in your family, the first-born son is named after his father."

You hated the fact Micah still had this effect on you, even after all these years. he still turned you into putty, as if he was that man all those years ago.

Micah's boots clicked across the floorboards before they stopped Infront of you.

"Can... can I stay with you for a while? ya know, meet my son and all?" he asked, trying to not sound desperate.

Your eyes widen before you shifted your gaze away once more. 'I-I don't know Micah. i don't want my son involved in the outlaw life..." you spoke.

Micah cupping your cheek gently, turning your gaze to face his own. baby blue eyes stared at you with that same old adorable look when he wanted something...and you were weak against them.

"I promise, I won't cause any trouble. and if I do, I'll let you kick my ass" he grinned.

You bit your bottom lip before sighing "fine"

Micah can still think back on that day, 2 years ago and now here he was, tangled limbs with your own as you slept soundly beside him in the bed.

He smiled down at your form, sun shining through the curtains and illuminating your form perfectly. You looked like and angel.

His angel.

His angel who had returned to his personal heaven.

He would not let you down this time, not after giving him the life he graved deep down his heart and below his ego..

Your stirred from your slumber, eyes blinking open slowly before looking up into his eyes, er rather his good eye.

Micah grinned softly, placing a chaste kiss on your brow before he ran a hand up and down your bare back.

You smiled tiredly at him, cupping his rough cheek and rubbing a thumb over his scar. No words were spoken between the two of you and yet, so many things were said at a glance.

Micah didn't need to hear those three words from you, he could see them in your eyes as you stared at him with so much adoration and affection it almost made him tear up.

Now. He'd never lose his angel. Never allow her to escape his heaven to fall to earth without him.

#rdr2 #rdr2 x reader #micah bell #micah bell x reader #angst #fluff #parent micah #not gonna lie micah kinda look hot with the scar

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princess-of-the-corner · 26 days ago

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Ok just imagine things from Hawks perspective. Another day in hell, when he hears a commotion echo through the halls. When he sends feathers to investigate all he feels is fire, smoke, and heat. When he investigates further, he sees Endeavor standing over the charred body of his handler. He hated the handler, but he can't help but make a noise at the scene. Endeavor swivels his head and his face scrunches up in confusion, before switching to understanding, to again switching to a haunted fury. He hears Endeavor murmur under his breath "fuck there's another" before he slowly approaches. "I'm Endeavor. And I'm here to get you out of here." At those words he feels his body release like a puppet with cut strings. He just collapses in Endeavor's arms, he could be more graceful about it but. His hero came back to save him again. He hopes this time things will be different.

YEaH IT

so it

this got long rip

So Jetsetter's friend in the Commission is an OC I've mentioned before (he actually appeared in Road to Hell already), which is Aokawa Akashi.

Akashi's job, among other things like info-gathering and recruitment, is that he's one of the various handlers for Lady Nagant and Hawks.

and if you remember the last time I brought him up, there's a /reason/ he and Jetsetter are friends.

anyway!

In both the au and mainline!CC, Toya knows about him. Which really cements in his mind on how corrupt Heroes and the Commission and the system as a whole was.

So with Dark Comedy, Toya would tell Enji about that whole situation. Why he doesn't think just reporting Jetsetter would work. and Enji's already planning the 'if reporting didn't work I'm killing him' thing so one more of the same monster isn't out of the realm of possibility. (Especially because it's likely the Commission would throw Jetsetter under the bus to save Akashi because he's more useful.)

as much as Enji wants to go in guns blazing, he is smart. He's gotta make sure he can commit two murders /and get away with it/. Having a friend willing to give you an alibi doesn't mean jack shit if the cops can find any proof he wasn't where he says he was.

So he has to plan and that involves observing and.....

Yeah he finds out about Hawks who. again at this point is only 16. But Enji does remember him from before and Enji doesn't know all the details but clearly this is some kind of Hell so he looks into it more to make sure he can deal with things in a way he can get away with and....

He finds out that Hawks isn't supposed to exist right now. Like, legally. This is actually also a plot in CC but I'll go into that later.

But like. "Keigo Takami" isn't supposed to be on record. The Commission thinks he isn't. Because like hell would his parents have reported his birth or anything. and if the Commission just takes him, no one will know. But they haven't yet given him a new legal identity yet(they're waiting until they can give him his debut as a Hero).

Except 'Keigo' does exist on paper. It was just an oversight. Something Enji didn't realize he was helping with. But in arresting the kid's dad for *gestures* and he and his mom also got brought in custody, there was enough paperwork done. The kid was supposed to be handed to social services, so they were already filing paperwork for a late-made birth certificate.

It's not a lot but it's enough. 'Keigo' exists. But there's nothing more, no claim of where he is, what happened, who his guardians are.

It's so easy to just. File some paperwork. Oh hey Enji has custody now would you look at that? and it's not like the Commission can fight the claim, as they have no record of the child or any other identity or claim of custody.

The question is just being able to get anyone alone without being seen which. Works. In the fact that Keigo and Akashi have to be alone together at some point. which. OOF.

So yeah just a matter of waiting until they're alone. Enji very quickly grabbing Akashi by the throat to keep him from calling for help. Trying his hardest to not scare the child. Promises he'll be safe. Tells him to go to his room and grab anything he wants to take with him.

If it were anyone other than Endeavor, Keigo would've thought it was a test. Would've thought the point was to either fight back or raise the alarm and have done so.

So he does as asked. Only thing he grabs to take with him is that old plush he still has hidden. He comes back clinging to it like a lifeline. The room smells of burning and Akashi is gone and he /knows/ and he thinks it should bother him but it doesn't.

Next thing Keigo knows, he's in a nice house. Being given a room. Told that Enji had to leave for a bit but he'll be back in the morning (he needs to keep his alibi after all. Be seen staying at Kaito's place.) He at least warned the other kids that they'd have a 'guest' though he didn't exactly elaborate on why or the long-term plan.

#dark comedy

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soulofapatrick · 2 years ago

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One Shot away from Heartbreak - Joel Miller x reader

Joel’s POV

Waking up is the hardest thing I’ve had to do since the outbreak. I didn’t think I’d ever wake up again when Abby was smashing that golf club against my head, I knew it was the end when she raised it above her head with both hands but the blow never came. There had been a crash, a yell, a gunshot and the hard thud of a body landing next to mine before everything fades to black.

“Y/N,” I groan out, eyes burning from the adjustment, “Where Y/N?”

“He’s awake!” Ellie’s voice rings clear before she’s appearing in my field of vision, along with Tommy, but no Y/N.

“Where’s Y/N?” I try to sit up but they push me back down and the throbbing in my head begins, “Where is he?”

“Whoa! Calm down pal, he’s right there. He saved your life.” Tommy pats my shoulder and I follow his gaze to the bed next to mine.

My heart sinks at the sight of him. He’s asleep, his chest rising and falling comfortingly, but He’s a wreck. His face is bloodied and bruised, a bandage going from his left eye to the corner of his right lip. He’s shirtless and in a pair of his old tattered trackies and his stomach is a galaxy of bruises as well as what looks like a healing gunshot wound. His left leg is in a cast and his face scrunches up in pain every so often.

“Oh Doll,” comes out in barely a whisper as I reach for him but he’s too far away, “What happened?” I look back at Ellie and Tommy as they help me sit up.

“He shot Abby, Abby was gonna kill you and he came charging in guns blazing.” Ellie gets excited at the action as he always does, “He shot her in the head in one shot then went after anyone when tried to go near you.”

“I’ve never seen him so angry Joel, He wouldn’t let anyone near you. Even the rescue party Ellie called for.” Tommy adds, shaking his head fondly, “Whatever happens, you need to keep him.”

“He’s scary when he’s angry.” Ellie rubs the back of her neck which is something she only does when worried.

Y/N was angry. He’s never angry. He’s the calm in the whirlwind of crazy this world has become. I wish he were okay, that he didn’t have to be angry. He deserves the world and everything good in it, not the ugly or violence.

Ellie and Tommy are moving, heading to Y/N and they oh so carefully begin pushing his bed closer and closer until our frames connect and oh god I can feel him. He’s alive and he’s real and all I can do is grip his soft hand in mine as I squeeze my eyes shut not wanting to cry as I hear the pair leave us be.

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It’s a few more hours of me drifting in and out of sleep before I hear it, my name “Joel?” It’s mumbled and followed by a hiss of pain. His eyes are fluttering open and those brilliant sunflower orbs are gazing up at me, blinking away the blurry vision from waking, “You’re here.” He whisper, dragging himself somewhat upright and he’s so close.

His breath is ghosting over my lips and his free hand is pressed against my cheek as his eyes become glassy with tears, “Oh god, you’re alive. I was so scared when I-“

I surge forwards, shushing him with the press of my lips on his and it works because he’s kissing me back and I’m pulling closer and he’s gripping my hair and scrabbling at my chest and i’m-

Someone clears their throat, pulling us apart. It’s Dina. She’s got an eyebrow raised as she forces Y/N to lay back down but doesn’t separate our beds while lightly scolding him, “You need to stay laying down until I say so Y/N. I’m not having you re-break your leg a third time now that Joel’s awake.”

Third time?! I look between Dina and Y/N as Dina begins to check over Y/N’s wounds and change the bandages. Dina doesn’t have to say how when Y/N looks away sheepishly - Y/N re broke it trying to get to my bed to check on me.

“Both of you need to get some rest,” Dina turns her stern gaze to me and I’m slinking down the bed until I’m laying down, Y/N’s hand already outstretched and searching for mine, “Sleep.”

I feel my eyes drifting shut before the door even shuts behind Dina, the familiar smell of Y/N engulfing my senses and the feel of his hand in mine knowing he’s safe. We’re safe.

#joel miller x reader #joel #joel miller #joel miller x y/n #Joel miller x male reader #the last of us #elliewilliams #Ellie #tommy miller #the last of us 2

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oddella37 · 1 year ago

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Uprooted an Adjusted: Part One

Neteyam x Metkayina!Reader

This story is/will be a more long term story because I can't write short stories but I will try to post quickly

Summary: Colonel Quaritch is impatient, rather than continuing to uselessly interrogate the Island Na’vi who are starting to fight back, he decides to take one aboard his ship to guide him to Jake Sully.

Part 2

It was a peaceful day when the sky demons attacked. We had been warned of their attacks, of their brutal destruction. They were searching for a man named Jake Sully. Formerly known as Toruk Makto. He was currently seeking safety with the Awa’Atlu Clan. We were asked not to say where he was located as he only wanted peace. Part of me boiled that while he seeked peace others were being brought war because of this Jake Sully.

The killer sky people came and they took. They questioned looking for the man ‘Jake Sully’. We couldn’t understand many of their words, but many of us recognized the former warrior Toruk Makto. I knew I did. My father died fighting with him. Last I heard we had banished these Sky Demons but, of course, they came back like the demonic plague that they were. This time they disguised themselves like us. Well, not like us from the islands, but like Na’vi. Their leader looked similar to the forest Na’vi, tall, skinny, and a darker brighter shade of blue. He was likely one of those demons who inhabit an avatar body while they sleep.

There was a young human boy who seemed to speak our language and translate as they tried questioning our people. We weren’t the first tribe they invaded, and from what we were hearing each attack was worse than the next. Our homes were blazing behind us as each of us had weapons pointed in our direction. A gun was pointed at both our Olo’eyktan and Tsahik as they were yelled at by The Sky Demon Leader.

After a lot of yelling back and forth and translating from the Na’vi speaking boy, the Demons were getting impatient from our lack of knowledge. Suddenly, the tall leader spoke some unknown words and our Tsahik was shoved face into the ground with one of the deadly weapons shoved into the back of her head. The young boy began screaming and crying and with a loud bang our beautiful Tsahik’s body went limp.

Chaos broke loose as our Clan tried to escape and protect themselves and their families.

I let out a war cry as I turned to my captor who was distracted by the others who were trying to break loose. His grip on my Queue came loose enough for me to turn and bite him with all my might. Once he released me, I took off towards this leader of these Sky Demons. Luckily, I was not far away as I pulled my blade from its sheath at my side and leaped at the demon.

I did not get far as a fiery jolt was sent through my entire body. It burned and every nerve seemed to go stiff as I cried at the pain. My body hit the sand and just when I thought it was over I was stung again by the powerful, painful jolts.

My vision blurred and I could not make out any sound but muffled cries from my people, my family. My eyelids felt heavy and although I fought the exhaustion that took over my body, I could not stop its effects as my consciousness left me.

I awoke in an all metal room. The floor was hard and so was the seat I was in. I stood to free myself when I found resistance from my own hands. I found they were bound to the table I had been laid against and began pulling at my restraints.

I stopped when the noise came from behind me and I looked up to see a reflection of the human boy. I hissed and jumped onto the table, turning to the demon boy.

The demon held his hand up in surrender, but I refused to back down.

“I do not want to bring you harm,” he tried to defend himself. His Na’vi was skilled, not awful like the other men who looked more like Na’vi. I did not believe his deceitful words for a second, though, and hissed once again, bearing my sharp teeth at him. He bared his teeth back at me and I couldn’t help but feel impressed by his stance. Almost like he was raised by Na’vi himself.

I examined him further and noticed the faded blue stripes painted on him, he seemed so much like us, but a completely different species.

“These men want to know where Jake Sully is. He is a friend of mine, but their enemy. They think you can guide them to him,” The boy explained to me, “I do not want to help them, but in order to stay alive we must give them what they want.”

“I will give these Demons nothing. I will not betray my people,” I seethed at the boy, “If you are truly friend of Jake Sully you would not help either.”

“I’m only a translator. I am trying to convince them not to hurt more people, but I can only do so much. Please, if you just tell me a direction I can convince them to let you live.” He begged and I scowled at the boy. He had a good reason but not enough for me to help.

“What did they do to my clan?” I asked the boy, my heart filling with dread at the endless possibilities.

The boy was silent. His nonexistent answer, telling me all that I needed to know. “If my family dies for this Jake Sully, let me die with them,” I seethed, sitting on the cool metal table, my arms placed between my legs.

The boy bowed his head and stepped out of the room and as soon as the door closed behind him I began chewing at my bindings, trying to get them loose.

After a bit of my chewing and pulling at my restraints, the door opened again. I looked up to see more of the Demon-Blooded Na’vi in their ugly clothing. My wrists were freed and before I could act they were bound again by the demons.

I hissed as I was pulled off of the table and all but dragged out of the room. A cool metal was pressed to my temple as we walked. Well, they walked, I was pulled.

When we arrived at our destination, I felt as if my heart was ripped from my chest. I saw a beautiful Tulkun, killed by these sky demons. She was being pushed off of the ship to be left back into the water. I felt my legs go weak at the sight. One of our mighty sisters murdered.

“How many must die,” I whispered, a soft sob escaping me as I looked into the lifeless eyes of the beautiful Tulkun floating in the water. I sobbed harder when I saw a young calf swim up beside her and nudge her, looking for his mother to move, make a sound, anything. I stupidly wished she would make any noise as well.

The familiar cool metal was pushed into my temple once again which only made more of my tears fall. The large Demon Na’vi who seemed in charge approached. “Tell us where Jake Sully is or more die,” I was able to barely understand the monster.

“You talk like a baby. A demon baby,” I seethed out as I choked back my sobs. The weapon was pressed harder into my skull as I felt my sensitive Queue get pulled.

“Please just tell them,” I looked over at the familiar voice through my blurry vision. The Demon boy looked so sad, almost like he understood my pain, or tried to.

My lip quivered at the thought of more Tulkun dying. My head fell in defeat. “He is hidden in the Awa’Atlu Clan. East.” I spoke softly.

I listened as the human boy translated my words and the metal was removed from my temple. My body wracked with more sobs as I knew this would just lead to just a much death, but hopefully this death would have an end.

Hopefully the mighty Toruk Makto would defeat these monsters.

#awow x reader #avatar #neteyam #neteyam x reader #jake sully #lo'ak #neteyam sully #reader #avatar the way of water #na'vi #reader x na'vi #neteyam fanfiction #avatar 2 #avatar twow #neteyam x y/n #y/n #fanfiction #part1 #reader x sully

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ask-missparker · 8 months ago

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How did we meet? / Marvel Blurb ⚔️

Pairing: Amelia x Nikolai

Extra characters: Phil Coulson

Timeline: Pre-Avengers and Pre-Agents Of SHIELD

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I got this question asked by Jemma and Daisy a while back. Maybe Liane asked me before too, I don't remember. Anyways, so, I decided why not answer it here.

How did I meet my man, Nik..

Well, believe it or not, we met on a mission. Long story short, we were both somewhat fresh out of the academy. Nik got out way before I did and was already doing missions, so I came in a little later. I had gone on a couple myself either with Melissa in my ear as my guide or dead straight into a battle with Grant Ward.

So when I met Nik, we were both a bit more experienced. *she chuckles* It was actually Phil Coulson, who put us together on a mission beforehand. He must've saw a spark between us and wanted to bring up a challenges to have a face. Nikolai wasn't very pleased to be partnered up for a undercover trip to Brazil to scout and take down of the rich trade owners there. He wasn't very pleased in general.

He was cold and distant.

Because this was a light inside of him was gone in a way. Or so he thought.

You know how some days the clouds are all thick and patted together so you can't see the sky, nor the sunlight come flashing through? That was Nik.

I understood that something must've happened that took his sunshine away. I didn't ask at the time what it was. But I found out later on. But back to the story, we arrived at Brazil at a hotel and I was rather excited to be back in Rio because it was beautiful, even though I have a bit of a record there before I joined SHIELD. Ooops. We knew our assignment and our cover story, as we spent the whole day staking out together in this car outside the cartel's beach house, which is where we got to actually know each other.

I brought us food and drinks, trying to lighten up the mood with a few jokes here and there, let him get to know his partner for the trip a bit better. Nik did let me in on a couple of details on his life and half smiled telling me about his time traveling across the country with his parents. He cracked a small joke here and there but never a actual laugh or full blown smile of his just yet.

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We went to the beach later on for a break, which allowed us to scout the place better and meet the area of people we might need to take down later on. I remember it was late, very late at night, and we were still at the beach.

We were making even more small talk, when I said some half handed comment about the mission and everything in-between, how we were paired up and whatnot.

I don't remember what it was. Probably something accidentally among those words that shifted the tone.

Because that's when I finally got a chuckle, which grew into a laugh for the rest of the night.

I saw that beauty of a cheeky smile of this, the same smile that would lead now into the rest of our trip together.

It became a lighter time afterward, as we went the next day to the man's beach house, his name was Richard Silva, dressed that day in other clothing for the invite. He was having a early get together, filled with women in bikinis, guards rounding the place, men jumping into the pool and his friends all dressed in white suits just like him.

The two of mingled, tangled with other guest and got some drinks in the process of the job. We then formed into the plan, heading south into finding all of the money stolen, calling for SHIELD backup who was there at the party themselves if things got too messy.

Which they did.

After getting the money, which meant tearing down a few walls and putting them in bags, Sliva's men came roaring and trying to strike down the agents. Us included. It was fight that lasted what felt forever.

As we were down one of the halls, almost to the safe zone, Nik was being hell a gunpoint as many other guards were surrounding in and other agents. It was a fight, a free for all at that point, as guns were blazing and knifes were being pulled out. I made the smart, but according Nikolai an idiotic one, to take the bullet for him.

The bullet went flying and I went racing as the bullet entered above my ribs but just below my belly button. I thought I had nothing to lose, and it wasn't worth an agent falling-especially my partner for that matter-to have them bleeding out. In my eyes Nik was too good to be died, being so young and not having anyone who ever cared enough for him to even make sure he was alright.

He lost his sunshine, he needed someone to show him that there was still good left in this world. Even if I was stupid enough to be the one to make the point to him.

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Flash forward to a couple of hours later, I'm at the medical wing in the hospital. I had surgery and the mission was completed. I woke up laying in one of the bed to find Nikolai standing-well, sitting nearby my bedside after filling out some extra paperwork.

He was so angry at me, calling me an idiot and a couple of other things for taking that bullet for him. He was furious, curious and trying to understand why I did but then something hit him.

I remember I said, "You convinced yourself that everything you've been though, took away your humanity. But I think because of your humanity that you made it through.."

He didn't know how to express his emotions very well after that statement. He kept trying to block out my words as we bickered about the situation at hand, but he knew he couldn't. I was a little hurt by his words, trying to not get emotional but his face said it all.

Everything I needed to know, that we both needed to know.

He slowly kinda let me in, with what he told me, which I won't say on here. Because it's not my place, but he wasn't someone who was loved or shown much after his parents died. He was hurt. I told him that he may not see anything that I was saying at that moment, but there still is a light inside of him.

Then it finally clicked, he looked confused, very confused, but also feeling like there was someone who understood him. Gave him a chance. I have been on the other end of people not believing in me, so I let him know that I was there if he needed someone to talk to.

Even if I may be grumpy or annoyed, I was there to listen to him, even if I won't understand everything. I was there. That's what mattered.

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justplainmels · 2 years ago

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When do you think Jack/Sam fell in love? Before they admitted feelings in season 4. What season and or episode do you think? 🥰

When did Jack and Sam fall in love?

Just kidding. Well mostly. There was obviously immediate attraction on both sides starting from that first meeting in the briefing room. That attraction turned into a crush which turned into some feelings which developed over time into love. However, I think both were in love long before they realized it. I also think this happens at different times for each of them.

Short answer:

Sam fell first. It was a gradual thing (see my "watching Sam fall in love one head duck and smile at a time" gif sets) so it's hard to pick an exact episode. Definitely by Out of Mind/Into the Fire but she didn’t realized it/admitted it to herself until A Hundred Days.

Jack fell harder and faster but refused to realize it because he thought Sam was unobtainable and deserved better. I'd say he started having feelings more than a crush around Jolinar and finally realized he loved her sometime after POV (maybe around Netu).

Ok now the longer (much longer) answer below the cut!

Jack was a goner even if he didn’t know it from the moment Sam challenged him to an arm wrestle. He developed a crush pretty quickly and definitely had thoughts about things…

Cue the adorable flirting and looks. Jack likes to make Sam smile and their unspoken communication is a love language in and of itself. There are too many instances to point out but you can check out my gif sets for some examples.

I’d say his crush starts to develop into actual feelings probably around the time of Jolinar. He stops calling her “Sam” after Serpent’s Song to try and create some sort of emotional distance. We all know how that didn’t work and “Carter” became just as much a term of endearment, but it at least provided the illusion of a purely professional relationship.

He’s content with the small stolen moments because he thinks she’s unobtainable and frankly deserves better. She’s a young, brilliant, gorgeous badass while he’s just...Jack.

I think this changes after POV. Yes, he still thinks she’s way out of his league, but this is the second alternate reality they’ve encountered where they’ve ended up together and not just together but engaged/married. Those other Jacks apparently did something right that convinced their Sams to say yes and they couldn’t have been too much different than him, could they? He allows himself to dwell in the possibility, but he still questions if this Sam—his Sam—could feel the same way.

They go to hell and back to save Dad and then comes A Hundred Days. I hate that it’s never addressed on screen, but I like to believe that somewhere between Shades of Grey and Crystal Skull, Jack gets the full picture of the lengths Sam went to when he was stranded. How could he not admit to himself that he loves this woman who literally defied the laws of physics to save him. And maybe, just maybe, she feels the same way—which brings us to Nemesis and the first invitation to go fishing.

Ok let’s take a step back a moment and get caught up with Sam.

She also develops a crush early on as she learns that there’s more to Jack under the rough exterior. You know that she’s read his file and no doubt she had some preconceptions evident by the way she came guns a blazing during the first briefing. However, the more she's around him, the more she realizes that he is as gentle with what/who he cares about as he is dangerous to those who dare threaten what he cares about. He loves and protects with the same fierceness.

Also c’mon how can you not fall in love with a man who’s as good with kids and dogs as Jack.

I do think Sam fell first but he’s still her CO and it’s not like she can do anything about it, so she avoids facing it. I can’t pinpoint down a specific episode because I think it was definitely a gradual thing which made it easier to bury. But in my opinion, she’s definitely in love by Out of Mind/Into the Fire. (Even if she wasn’t defying orders, she goes straight to find him even though as far as she knows he’s a Goa’uld!) She wouldn’t admit it to herself at this point and maybe didn’t even realize it. Regardless, there’s no running away from it in A Hundred Days.

She’s understandably hurt at the end of that episode and then of course comes Shades of Grey. Sam’s face when Jack tells her that he hasn’t been acting like himself since he met her…and then later he elects to go back to the planet she just spent every waking moment for 3+ months trying to bring him home from…🥺. Even though she knows he was playing a role, I can only imagine that a part of her is left to wonder how much of it might be true.

Ok that brings us back to Nemesis. By this point, both have realized that they love the other person. Jack thinks Sam might feel the same way. They’ve mostly patched things up post-Shades of Grey (enough to work together at least), but Sam still has some doubts.

Now imagine Jack trying to work up the nerve to ask her to come to his cabin with him. He stops to check on Daniel in the infirmary first and throws out the idea—maybe she’ll go if Daniel goes. When it’s obvious Daniel better listen to the Doc, he heads out. Entering the elevator, his finger hovers over the buttons until finally he pushes “19” and finds himself shielding his eyes from the sparks as he enters her lab.

Invitation is offered. However, she doesn’t catch on. Gah why am I so bad at this? he thinks.

She hesitates. He quickly brushes it off trying to save face. Maybe he read too much into it. Must. Escape. Now.

Jack is actually really kind of bummed. If you look closely when he’s leaving her lab, he has this little quirk with his mouth thinking “well that didn’t go as planned.” Sam was genuinely surprised. She kicks herself for hesitating and making him think she’s completely opposed to the idea so she runs after him.

You can feel the emotions in their looks in the hallway. He makes one final attempt. She really wants to say yes but just can’t seem to take the final step. Then he gets beamed away, they save the world, and now fast forward to Small Victories.

Ok…now SOMETHING happened on P4X-234. How much exactly idk but something happened on that planet and there’s a very noticeable shift. Just look at how comfortable and flirty they are compared to the scene in Nemesis.

No hesitancy from Sam. No disappointment from Jack. No feelings of potential regret or uncertainty. Just flirty looks and smiles.

At the very least, they’ve acknowledged that they like each other more than they’re supposed to. They’ve just saved the world for like the third time, but who’s counting—Teal’c that’s who—and now have to wait out a return home. Eventually, Jack realizes that it may not be Minnesota, but he kind of got his vacation with Sam where there are no doohickeys or end of the world crises to distract her. It’s just them and their oh-so-knowing observant Jaffa friend who occasionally makes himself scarce.

It’s nice and peaceful on the planet where they can just enjoy each other’s company away from the reminders of the war they’re fighting. They’re surprised that it comes easy and natural. At some point they have a conversation of sorts about how one day when the world doesn’t need saving from bugs and snakes, that maybe life could look a lot like this. They go home with the hope and promise of some day in their hearts and for now that is enough.

Then Anise arrives with those damn armbands and we have the point of no return. They're faced with fact that some day may never come. I know D&C is where we get as close to a verbal love confession from Jack, but if you ask me—which you sort of did—they had already confessed their love to each other on opposite sides of that force field. For two people whose non-verbal communication means everything, those looks say everything.

How Sam ever decided to listen to her concussed self that this man doesn’t have feelings for her is beyond me but that’s a rant for another day.

This turned out a lot longer than I intended, but I just love talking about these two. Thanks for the ask! 😊

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cosyabbi · 28 days ago

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FMC character development: Hard Mode

Does your character have siblings or family members in their age group? Which one are they closest with? She has a brother & a sister, she is close with both of them equally there is a family chat with all the family and one with just the siblings

What is/was your character's relationship with their mother like? Extremely close, they are best friends as well, she can tell her anything (expect she can't seem to tell her that exboyf was piece of poo)

What is/was your character's relationship with their father like? They are good, he treats her like a princess and she dotes on him back because she knows he would do anything for her

Has your character ever witnessed something that fundamentally changed them? The first time they witnessed magic, which is the first time that they performed magic, it changed them because they knew that the world was so much more magical than she thought

On an average day, what can be found in your character's pockets? Her phone, hair ties, a small notebook with a pen that never runs out of ink, some kind of dehydrated fruit snack, a gem of whatever she needs that day, a cheesecloth or some sort of food wrap

Does your character have recurring themes in their dreams? She has a dream where she is walking through the woods and up towards and tall, muscular man, she can't see his face but when she puts her hand on his shoulder and he starts to turn around she wakes up

Does your character have recurring themes in their nightmares? It a normal day in her apartment and her exboyf is shouting at her and everything feels wrong, her baking is wrong and she can't figure it out why when she asks her boyf he says "I thought you gave that silly little craft up, I told you to leave the magic to those who deserve it" she tries to access her magic and she can't reach it, she tries to commune with her coven and they have told her that they have cut her off from her magical source and she wakes up in a cold sweat

Has your character ever fired a gun? No

Is your character's current socioeconimic status different than it was when they were growing up? When she is living with her exboyf it was seemed more lavish because he lived in an expensive flat in an expensive part of the city but she had her own money and could afford to live on her own if she wanted

Does your character feel more comfortable with more or less clothing? She's happier either way but when she's doing her rituals, sabbats & spell works she prefers to be naked

In what situation was your character the most afraid they've ever been? One of her spells went a little out of control and she started a fire in her kitchen, she was most afraid because she thought that the bakery would be harmed and the more she tried to put it out the more the fire blazed, but her parents came to the rescue

In what situation was your character the most calm? When she decided to leave her exboyf and drive home to her parents, she thought she would be a mess but she felt at peace knowing she was going home

Is your character bothered by the sight of blood? No, she's had plenty of injuries in her time so she's not fussed

Does your character remember names or faces easier? Faces, names she has to meet people a couple of times before it sticks

Is your character preoccupied with money or material possession? No, she prefers to make people feel happy and prefers relationships and contentment rather than things

Which does your character idealize most: happiness or success? Happiness

What was your character's favourite toy as a child? A green dragon toy & a soft toy excalibur

Is your character more likely to admire wisdom or ambition in others? She thought it was ambition which is what she admired in her exboyf but now she thinks it would be wisdom with a dash of ambition

What is your character's biggest relationship flaw? Has this flaw destroyed relationships for them before? She was too naive when she got into a relationship with exboyf; which now makes it extremely hard for her to trust other people romantically because she is afraid to be taken for a fool again

In what ways does your character compare themselves to others? Do they do this for the sake of self-validation or self-criticism? It's self-criticism and it's because exboyf tells her that magic is for supernatural folks and not for humans. So she compares her magic to others all the time and if it is a worth while magic.

If something tragic or negative happens to your character, do they believe they may have caused it or deserved it, or are they quick to blame others? I think it depends on has happened to them, they know that somethings are out of their control but sometimes they think they deserve it

What does your character like in other people? When they are kind to others and when they make her laugh; if they give the aura of being safe

What does your character dislike in other people? When they are cruel for no reason other than they find it fun

How quick is your character to trust someone else? When she was younger, very quickly but after being with her exboyf she finds it very hard to trust in people

How quick is your character to suspect someone else? Does this change if they are close with that person? When they are new to her very quickly, but over time as she gets to know them those feelings will fade but there would always be that feeling of waiting for the other ball to drop

How does your character behave around children? She loves them, she can't wait to have children of her own, when she sees her siblings she is always taking them off their hands so she can spend time with them

How does your character normally deal with confrontation? She doesn't handle it well, she will clam up and wait for it to pass

How quick is your character to resort to physical violence in a confrontation? By accident her magic can seep out of her which her exboyf hates and will say "this is why humans shouldn't have magic, if you can't control it you shouldn't have it"

What did your character dream of being or doing as a child? Did that dream come true? All she ever wanted was to take over her parents bakery - it comes with the territory she inherited the hearth magic skills

What does your character find repulsive or disgusting? Cheating and using magic of dark purposes

Describe a scenario in which your character feels most comfortable? When she is in the kitchen baking something and infusing it with love and good intentions

Describe a scenario in which your character feels most uncomfortable? Usually at a party with exboyf friends and in his world because she knows she doesn't fit in

In the face of criticism, is your character defensive, self-deprecating, or willing to improve? It depends on what and who is saying it, if it is coming from a place of love she will be willing to improve but when exboyf is saying it she will be self-deprecating

Is your character more likely to keep trying a solution/method that didn't work the first time, or immediately move on to a different solution/method? She would try it again to see where it went wrong then try a different method at the point where it went wrong

How does your character behave around people they like? They start getting goofy and explaining things excitedly

How does your character behave around people they dislike? They become quiet and withdrawn, they go into themselves

Is your character more concerned with defending their honour or protecting their status? Their honour, they aren't bothered by status

Is your character more likely to remove a problem/threat, or remove themselves from a problem/threat? Remove themselves

Has your character every been bitten by an animal? How were they affected? She was bitten by an animal when she was younger but she was trying to help it and it was just too scared so while she was shocked at the time she knew it wasn't the animals fault

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joshhhhhhhhhhhhhhh · 3 months ago

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Another Sonic twitter thread thing I saw but it's random questions this time

There's nothing I love more than talking about Sonic the Hedgehog after all.

I got into Sonic because when I was too young to even remember anything in any detail my family had a Mega Drive with Sonic 1-3, and I mean I played them a lot. I don't think I could tell you my thoughts on it then though because I was like pre-toddler age lol. Probably thought it was the coolest shit ever. As opposed to today where I still think that but like I'm way more autistic about it.

Quotes and themes are different things and I also don't know if by theme they mean music or like thematic shit so uhhh. Uncertainty of intention means I'll relegate myself to just quote, which is hard - in a series with so many iconic lines how do you pick just one? But I do think "what you see is what you get - just a guy that loves adventure!" as well as "do I need a reason to want to help out a friend?" are both very good lines that portray Sonic himself very very nicely. I'll go with those. Not strictly a final answer and I could probably make a whole post on just this question, but we'll leave it on the two mentioned.

Out-of-game I think Yuji Uekawa's adventure era artwork is my favourite, I think for in-game art styles I'm between Unleashed, Colours, and Mania.

I'll keep it simple just make him and Mario have a fucking platformer crossover or even like an RPG or something, anything that's not the Olympics.

You know my answer was very easily Live and Learn until Sonic Frontiers came out lol. Now it's Find Your Flame quite handily. Shit fucks harder than god.

A couple different pieces of Sonic media have entertained the idea of Silver attaining some sort of like heightened state of power, like ESP Silver from Runners and I think he's in Speed Simulator too - I'm curious about how far along he goes with that. A much younger Josh who cared marginally more about power scaling was interested in the idea of Silver becoming the strongest character in the series even. I think there was an animation in the Lythero Silver Campaign video (I've been meaning to watch this but that's neither here nor there) showing base Silver fighting Super Sonic. I'm kind of interested in that. How far does base Silver go if he's that aforementioned ESP Silver or whatever. Can he thoroughly whoop the likes of Knuckles or Blaze eventually? Perhaps even Shadow or Sonic? We're going with roughly that.

Of the 4 listed here I'd certainly say the OVA, it's just by far my favourite. SatAM has some props for its fandom significance but I find it boring, X has some props for being the most game-faithful but it's kind of crap, OVA is just dope. Even extending it to what's come out since I'd still stick with the OVA.

I used to be able to reliably name a decent amount of Sonic fanartists but unfortunately my mind has consistently blanked on that front recently. Official as a qualification lets me get away with saying Yuji Uekawa though so we'll stick to that. Jack Lawrence's IDW art is also really nice, particularly in Scrapnik Island.

I don't like blue shoes Tails at all lol. Like I think the argument amongst people that do like it is it makes him and Sonic compliment each other better but Sonic lacks orange on his colour palette so I just don't agree at all. Giving them the shared red is a lot more effective.

For least favourite I could point to various points in Archie's history as well as Prime pretty confidently, and stretching it the likes of Chronicles and Underground and stuff but I'd need to play more of them. Favourite I've got the very simple storybook games and Unleashed answer, we've seen it all before, although Frontiers has a pretty great Sonic too.

I don't want to skip any out of principal but also just so particularly don't care for Sonic ships that I've kinda got nothing here. I guess gun to my head I like Sonic and Knuckles' dynamic a lot but I don't need that to go romantic or anything so like, you know?

I just want multiple playable characters from the get-go and all of them to be as fleshed out as Sonic is, really.

There's definitely a lot of little things I can say but definitely the main one for me is less busywork tasks around the island. Pressing switches or parrying items or running in a hamster wheel, a lot of that stuff doesn't really play to the strengths of the gameplay, and I'd like them to work to correct and improve upon that I suppose.

Like the entire Mania and SA2 and 06 and Unleashed soundtracks. We'll go Crisis City specifically.

I have a lot of opinions on the Sonic series and its representation in Smash and that could also be a post of its own honestly, but just taking the question by itself I want Eggman a ton.

"Limited to teams" is such a leading-question type approach to this, L. Anyway yeah no variety is good. I understand the desire to stick to the teams we know, and certainly I think it's important to get those core things down before making a game where Sonic, Charmy and Omega are a team - but yk the cast is so expansive that letting them bounce off of the more unique faces is fun.

They cooked.

"Mainline" is quite the distinction here - I'd love to see more spinoffs handed to other studios even just to have spinoffs coming out, but I think for mainline I like seeing how Sonic Team evolves and where they're taking the series. I can imagine other studios making good Sonic games certainly, but that mainline clarification leaves me wanting to say nah honestly.

I have a somewhat decent amount but I mean that doesn't lend itself well to this type of post. I still like my Sonic has some old shack on Christmas Island where he keeps random sentimental junk from his adventures though.

Unleashed so easily it's not even funny.

Comics and just external media in general being included actually widens the net a lot because Archie and IDW both have a ton of good stories (haven't sonic the comic'd yet sorry lol) and I adore the OVA too but once again I'd point to your storybook games, Unleashed in particular, as well as Adventure 2. The Sonic 2 into 3&K overarching narrative is also very effective despite how simple it is.

Not an artist rip. Idk though the muzzle or something feels good to draw and harder to fuck up than the quills or something.

Honestly I could think about this one for a while too, but I think the one that always comes to mind - and this isn't even so much a cherished memory as just a sort of unforgettable one that I always go back to and think is kind of cool - one day when I was a kid, my brother and I walked to our school that was less than 2 minutes away, at the door were told the school was closed that day because a thunderstorm the previous night had done some fuckery or whatever, and then we went home and had the day off. And the particular thing we did is play Sonic Riders: Zero Gravity for most of the day. We'd owned it for a while at that point but the Riders games are pretty complicated for children even when they're as streamlined as ZG was, so we never really knew how to play it and frequently came dead last against the CPUs. It was this day off school where we really grinded the fuck out of it and just, got good at the game. Won a ton of rings and bought new extreme gear with them and shit, it was just a really memorable day for whatever reason. It's maybe not the most special, but it's what comes to mind when I think of cool Sonic memories I have.

Anyway that's all lol.

#sonic #30.7.24

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leonsliga · 8 months ago

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God, I'm so happy for Leon! He hasn't been able to score a goal lately. He was constantly trying, he couldn't do it, it was noticeable how upset and angry he was. Now it happened, he was so happy, it was great to see him smile. I think it's such a relief for him.

Now on March 14, Nagelsman has to announce the line-up for NT, and I'm so nervous about it. Yes, there are a lot of players in the midfield right now, but Leon is in such great shape that it's a crime not to call him up. Even if Nagelsmann sees the midfield differently, it's stupid to give up a player like Leon because he can help the team. I am glad that Leon played such a good match right now before the announcement of the squad, he left no choice to the coach, and it would just be unfair if he stayed at home.

Same here 🥹 I know that it’s difficult for him to get on the scoresheet these days, especially since Tuchel tends to use him more defensively. Selfishly though, I’m so glad we got to see Leon Scoretzka make his triumphant return, not once, but twice!

It’s so good for his confidence too; after all, his performance was more than just his beautiful brace (although I’m sure he was proud of it—rightfully so); he was excellent all around. It was his perfectly-weighted assists and his constant involvement in the buildup, coupled with those two goals, that made him a veritable man of the match. He was Bayern’s motor, powering them to victory at every turn, both defensively and offensively.

It’s funny…Leon’s role on the pitch is intended to be subtle; he’s supposed to extinguish fires before they start, and to feed attackers with all the through-balls they could ever need. Nevertheless, it was impossible to overlook him against Mainz. I couldn’t help but think back to some of his best performances during Bayern’s treble-winning season; I mean, how could I not? What we saw vs. Mainz was the Leon we know and love—the Leon we’ve always known was in there, even if his powers have been somewhat subdued recently. After all, we’ve seen him perform like this before, and when he does, it’s hard not to fear the prospect of facing him.

Hell, if even Tuchel, who’s not exactly his biggest fan, was impressed with him, it says a great deal about just how good he was:

Leon even had time after the match to regale us with a wholesome story about his friends who came to watch him play:

I’d love to be a fly on the wall when he catches up with them after the match. I don’t think even they could’ve expected him to carry Mainz around in his pocket for all 90 minutes 😂 regardless, I think I speak for everyone when I say it’d be awesome if those friends came around more often! Clearly they bring out the best in Leon, and their support means a lot to him :)

Ah yes, the dreaded March 14, looming as large over Leon’s head as it is for all of us who support him. Good thing Leon came out guns blazing against Mainz. Of the all the times to rediscover your form, right? 🤣 With nt call-ups right around the corner, getting Nagelsmann’s attention is definitely a good thing. Especially if you believe the current reports (which I’m taking with a grain of salt because I like to live in delusion 😅):

Even if it is a bit last minute, Leon put up a damn strong argument of why he belongs on the national team. Right now though, it’s all in Nagelsmann’s hands. Leon’s done everything he can. Now we just need to hold our breath and hope it was enough 🙏❤️

#anon 💖#leon goretzka #beating the subject matter to a pulp as per #fc bayern #fc bayern munich #fc bayern münchen #die mannschaft #dfb team #german nt #germany nt #my asks #football asks

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spice-and-fire · 1 year ago

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PARTIES: @spice-and-fire TIMING: Months before Devi arrived in Wicked’s Rest LOCATION: Rabat, Morocco SUMMARY: Devi confesses to a comrade’s widow. CONTENT: Gun use

Heaven offers nothing that a mercenary soul can desire. Devi never understood what that meant when her father shared it with her the first time. But she never expected those words to stand the testament of time, surviving even her old man. Maybe she still doesn’t. The closest she almost came to realizing what it could truly mean was months before she arrived in Wicked’s Rest, when she turned her back on the life her old man had given her, a life neither of them ever wanted but had to turn to in order to survive. Devi could have turned her back on it months earlier, though, years even, but her mercenary soul wouldn’t. Not until another family had to experience her similar fate.

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Gunfire. A hail of bullets. In a dimly lit room, where an inexperienced soldier could feel that the walls were closing in, Devi relished the violence, excited at the chaos that came with a life filled with action. She laughed, a little too maniacally then for her present version’s tempered taste, as she contended not only with the closed space, but also with the bad lighting, the dust and the iron, in that hellhole. They were outnumbered. Or at least that’s what the enemy wanted them to feel. Truth was, Devi and her company weren’t sure. It was hard to see down there. Not just because of the terrible quality of vision but also because any attempt to lay eyes on whoever was gunning them down risked losing an actual eye. Or both.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Soldier!” The man’s name was Tarik. He was handsome. Tall and dark. But unfortunately already married. Devi had met his wife once. Or twice. Even before they made it official. This was supposed to be his last job before he retired. Devi thought he was too young to do that but still honored his wishes. Might as well go out in a blaze of glory, right? Should be one hell of a story to tell his kids. And his kids’ kids. “Get down, will you? What are you trying to do? Get yourself killed?”

Devi laughed again. She could barely hear him amidst the gunfire. No doubt he was the same with her. But that was why they learned to read each others’ lips. Among other things. “Can’t die, Turk,” she pressed her back against the hard earthen wall, a suitable cover in that underground ruin that quickly became the crypt of allies and enemies alike. “You know that! More importantly, any theories on how they found us?”

Without waiting for his response, Devi quickly stepped out in the open, fired a few bullets at their antagonists, and then instinctively slipped back, behind her cover, as if this was not a life-threatening situation. To her, that may be true. To the rest of their crew, however, and to those against them? Well, dead men can’t argue. Only the living can. Best survive to say one’s piece.

“The usual, most likely,” Tarik heaved a sigh, following her suit. The only difference was, instead of just taking a step and immediately shooting like a careless immortal, the recently made husband took a knee, surprising an enemy combatant, and shot them down like it was hunting season, with cold-blooded precision. Then, like Devi had done, he returned to his much safer position: behind the stone wall. “Another local guide betrayed us for a few pieces of silver.”

“That a Christian reference, Turk?” Devi slipped back in the fight, took down another enemy, and slipped back into her cover. Seamlessly. Without any fear or remorse. “You know you just inserted the f-word in the middle of the big guy’s name, right? Not very Christian of you.”

“Don’t tell my wife,” Tarik casually quipped as he threw out a live grenade, making their enemies scream before the inevitable boom. “I’m still learning, but I was terrible at school.”

The long-time partners laughed. Even as the bullets continued to rain on them, steel against earth and flesh, people on both sides screaming in pain and fear. Despite the chaos and confusion around them, the pair still found solace in each other, a welcomed respite from the violence and desperation, a terribly timed delusion and mockery of death and life. And that last sentiment weighed heavy on fate, maybe even the universe, and the devil or death itself took it upon themselves to enact justice. Destiny has had enough.

“Yeah, well, tell her when you get back,” Devi grinned. The bullets from their antagonists began to dwindle. Someone on that side screamed something. It was a language she didn’t understand. European? Whatever. She gestured for Tarik to wait on her signal, cover her if need be, and took a quick peek. Her eyes grew wide in horror when she realized why the gunfire that was pinning them slowed down to a halt. What the fuck?! “ROCKET LAUNCHER!”

The last thing she heard was Tarik screaming for everyone to get down. Then the inevitable doom. The loud explosion. Bits and pieces of earth flying everywhere, people screaming and crying and coughing, and Tarik’s own yelling, though she could not hear him that well. It was the painful ringing in her ears and the equally painful aftermath of being thrown back by a freaking rocket that made it hard for the phoenix to concentrate on her partner’s voice.

When she opened her eyes, she could barely see anything apart from the dust and shadows, the silhouettes of her own people on the ground. Devi mouthed Tarik’s name as she searched for him as fast as she could, though she was barely moving at her normal pace. Letting out a cough, she tried to get back up to her feet. Despite her fragile bones, she wasn’t going to die down there. She should have died years back, with her late father, but it was too late now. That would have been the best death for her. Everything else would fail in comparison.

A smile formed across her lips, though a cough still persisted in escaping them, when she saw Tarik’s form standing tall over her. When their eyes met, she felt like a heavy weight was lifted from her shoulders. Hell, she even heaved a sigh of relief.

“Soldier…” Devi remembered him smiling back at her, a confident smirk on his face. “I've got your back.” Always and forever.

And then he got run down by the enemy, a million bullets exploding through him, from his back. One after another. Without an end in sight.

Devi screamed his name, and as if on cue, their remaining comrades-in-arms came pouring forth from behind her, all ready to give their lives to avenge their favorite leader. Their favorite son. Or maybe they just realized they were all going to die down there, so why not take the bastards with them? Again, gunfire. A neverending hail of bullets. People screamed, some their last, and bodies dropped to the ground like used clothes. Devi ignored everyone and everything else. Two sides of a fight, both were just trying to survive, none of which mattered to her.

“You’re gonna come…to my kid’s birthday, right?”

She took to his body, cradling him in her arms.

“No, no, no…” Devi looked him over, trying to reassure herself, the both of them, that it was all a trick, that he was just fine, that he would survive. The bullet holes denied her that outcome. He was bleeding everywhere. On the ground. Even on her.

“...gonna visit…during the holidays?”

“...no, please… Please stop… No, you can’t…”

“No…? To the birth…day…” Even dying, Tarik still kept his sense of humor. “Or the holidays…?”

“Turk… Tarik, you’re going to be fine, alright?” Tears began to streak across her cheeks as her voice slowly started to quiver. “I’m going to bring… We’re going to make it back, alright? Together? Just hold on…” Devi looked around, hoping she’d find someone else to help. Yet there was no one. No one but the two of them. The rest were bodies. Or were close to joining him. Hiding behind unsuitable cover. Bleeding. Screaming. Heaving. They were supposed to find treasure there, not death. It was supposed to be an underground treasury, not their grave.

Tarik’s hand made its way to her cheek, struggling to even wipe a tear away. “They got me good, huh, Soldier?” He was smiling. She was crying. They were both losing each other. And him his life. His future. “It’s okay… Hey, l-listen to me… Just p-promise…me…one thing… Look out for…”

In a way, it was indeed his last job. They just thought it would end differently.

As Devi watched in horror, her best friend breathed his last, and her entire body trembled. Her once-dried eyes, wide with excitement, were now soaked with her tears and his blood. The rest was noise, but she could no longer hear anything else. She panicked, screaming at him to come back, to hold on, to fight the light. Or whatever was waiting for him in the afterlife. Because she was waiting for him in that life. His wife was waiting for him. His child… Dear gods, his child… His child wouldn’t even get to meet his father!

The loss was too much for Devi to bear. The grief was too much to contain, and in the phoenix’s rage, her scream blanketed everything else, turning the battlefield into something much worse, as the fires from her soul followed her desperate wailing, escaping her body and pouring out to drape everyone and everything else in their furious revenge.

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“I scorched them all,” Devi stated, eyes firmly stuck on a single pattern of the wallpaper across from where she sat. Her right leg was bobbing up and down like there was no tomorrow. Her body was leaning forward, despite her head being too afraid to meet her witness’ face. She clenched her jaw, swallowed air, as she made her biggest confession. “...everyone. Nothing remained. Nothing but cinders and ash. Nothing to even remember them by…”

The woman opposite her was drenched in tears, a hand on her mouth. It wasn’t to hide shock, to keep her jaw from falling to the ground. It was to contain her hateful scream, to keep her sobbing, her anguish, from drowning the entire house. She knew what had happened to her husband, feared the worst in the days prior to his departure. She had warned him against the job, after all, but he was so stubborn, so blinded by the possibility of wealth and a future where they would no longer worry about anything material that he could not see this very possibility. And now he was reduced to a memory by a “misfired explosive.”

An eternity of silence erupted between Devi and Tarik’s widow. It was just the two of them in that small room in that small house, but the distance felt farther and farther with each silent second that passed.

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“You go where the angels tell you to go,” Devi listened to Tarik’s voice in her mind’s ear, remembering the advice he gave him before they did their last job together. It was a cozy afternoon in Morocco. Just him and her and the sun. “You do what they ask you to do…to the best of your ability.”

She continued to cry on the train, empty and alone.

#wickedswriting #ᕚﮩﮩ٨ﮩ solo ﮩ٨ﮩﮩᕘ #ᕚ season one ﮩ canaries ᕘ #ᕚ cinders & ash ᕘ #gun use tw

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cosmic-kinglet · 1 year ago

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Yes!! YES!! Sun FINALLY opened up to Moon!!

Even though it's at the end of the video, it's what's immediately sticking in my mind. Sun has finally told Moon about his hallucinations. While it's sad that it only happened because Moon caught him shouting at (seemingly) nothing, that was probably the only way it was going to happen. At least now Sun doesn't have to try and hide that, and Moon is now completely aware of what's been going on and why Sun has refused to take a single break.

It did hurt to know that Sun didn't want to tell Moon, not because he didn't want Moon to worry, but because he was afraid Moon would just laugh at him, not take him seriously, or maybe even try to downplay Sun's mental state. As much as I tend to defend the old Moon, I have to concede that the old Moon had reacted that way in similar situations of Sun confiding in him (*cough cough* the fight in the bunker. *cough cough*) Once again, though, this Moon isn't weighed down by similar mental issues, and he's a lot more open about how much he cares about Sun.

On that note, it was kind of interesting to me that Moon said he still feels traces of the results of the trauma his previous self went through, despite not having the experiences himself. He knows that his previous self had an absolutely terrible mental state, and he knows because he still feels the "dread" and "anxiety" that came from that mental state. I now just have to wonder how far that goes; how much of those things does he still feel?

To wrap up this portion, I'm just glad that Moon knows what Sun's been dealing with, and now both Earth and Moon can help him properly.

Now to the big thing: the leader of the Ruin All-Fathers. I guess it should have been obvious enough that it would end up being the creator, but it still somehow surprised me. I guess my surprise comes from the fact that every animatronic in the Pizzaplex became affected, even though the creator has never shown signs of focusing on any animatronics other than his own and the beings that spawned from them. Again, it's not a guarantee that the future seen in that dimension will become this dimension's future, but it's also equally likely that it will. Though, I guess finding the creator was already somewhat of a priority anyway. (I'm laughing now because I just thought of Eclipse showing up to try and make some move, meanwhile Sun and Moon are both just not there because they went to find the creator. I can just picture him breaking in guns blazing, then Earth's just like, "Oh, yeah, sorry, they're not here. They went to find our creator because he's apparently the more immediate threat right now". Then he just stomps out indignantly.)

I could probably go on about some other not-as-important things, but this really doesn't need to be padded out any more. I've had my fun, so I'll just leave it at that.

#the sun and moon show

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godesssiri · 2 years ago

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Mum and I drove to Hawkes Bay yesterday to take supplies to our rest home. We got home to Wellington like 2 hours ago.

It's bad.

What you're seeing in the news is just touching on things, it's worse.

The gangs are bad. I've seen a dairy, that I know has had multiple hold ups in the past, boarded up. Either they've been hit again during this or they've just gone fuck this and nailed the door shut. A Gun store was broken into and all the guns were taken. They have stolen generators both from private homes and ones that Vodafone set up to get the cell towers going so that people can communicate. I have a friend in a rough area that has a little generator for her campervan and she's keeping a machete to hand at all times. I dropped supplies to another friend with a gang house across the road and could hear a generator running there, she is very dubious that they got it legally. There are so many rumors swirling around you don't know what to take with a grain of salt but the above are all confirmed.

The community has pulled together amazingly. We've had a massive problem at the rest home, we produce a dumpster worth of rubbish from incontinence products every week and were due for a pick up on Tuesday. Our dumpster is half under a tree but half under the blazing sun. I went out the back today and there were 2 dumpsters worth of rubbish. The staff had just had to start stacking it around the dumpster. I had to move about 20 rubbish bags so at least they were under the tree in the shade instead of festering in the sun. Then we had the daughter of a former resident who died 6 months ago come in and tell us she'd organized a truck to come tomorrow and take it all away. We keep having members of the public come in with jerry cans of petrol for our generators, a spare gas bottle for our BBQ, a flat of slightly storm beaten but perfectly good pears, home baking they've made when they've been visiting family in areas with the power restored. They've set up a donation center at the hall down the road and they lady running it bought in incont products that had been donated from people who had them left over from when an elderly family member was still living at home (it's pretty common, they're provided free to people who are being cared for at home and when those people pass the families don't know what to do with the left over packs and we often have them turn up on the doorstep) we almost cried because she bought 4 packs of XL which we were almost out of and not sure when our supplier could get more, she's going to bring us any that get donated. Toilet paper is hard to get, the supermarkets are limiting it to 1 pack per customer. We called the local 4 Square and they let us buy 12 packs of 18. One of our generators broke down and a local motorbike mechanic came around and fixed it for free - he's been doing that for anyone with generator problems. We've been giving anyone who turns up with help some fresh grapes for a snack, the home is built around a central courtyard and we we have grapevine in there that was sheltered from the storm and the grapes are perfectly ripe right now.

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JOSH TAYLOR VS. JACK CATTERALL 2 MANCHESTER PRESS CONFERENCE QUOTES

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JOSH TAYLOR VS. JACK CATTERALL 2 MANCHESTER PRESS CONFERENCE QUOTES

Eddie Hearn, Matchroom Sport Chairman: "Welcome to Manchester for part two of a slightly lively press conference ahead of the British fight of the year, the rematch between Josh Taylor and Jack Catterall, April 27 in Leeds. We have a night that you are not going to forget. "The controversy of the first fight will be settled in an unbelievable night live and exclusive on DAZN around the world, part of your subscription on the global home of boxing."

Josh Taylor: "I’m looking forward to getting this fight done. The first one is done, he couldn’t beat me the first time and he certainly won't beat me this time, so I’m looking forward to it. "It’s been a long two years coming. We tried to get the fight done straight away and it never happened, the mandatory then came in. But we’re here now, there’s no point in keeping on talking about what happened, we’re going to settle the score on April 27.You need to have a word with your man, that’s three times he’s tried to put his hands on me, he’s meant to be a professional athlete. Keep your hands to yourself you little rat. "It is must-win, it’s a crossroads fight for us both, when I beat him this time again, he’s got nowhere to go. His biggest night is me and when I beat him again, he’ll have nowhere to go and he’ll retire without a prime, with no belts and he’ll never be a World champion. "You’re in the wrong game if you don’t believe in yourself, so of course he’ll think that, but he’s never knocked anyone out in his life, not anyone credible. "On April 27, I end Jack Catterall’s career, one that he never got going, and he’ll never be a World champion." Joe McNally: "I’m 100 per cent confident in Josh. the first fight was a cracker and I just hope that we get the opportunity for Josh to showcase his skills, Jack with his counter-punching and we have the right official, so there’s no holding and clinching and they let the fight flow. If we get that, we’ll get a good fight and we’ll be in for a good night. "We’re in professional boxing, small gloves, anyone can be knocked out, but Jack isn’t a knockout puncher and that’s a fact. He couldn’t get an old, shot Jorge Linares out of there, so to think he’s going to get Josh out of there? Not a chance. I just hope he performs and he’s ready because he’s with a fantastic team, because Josh will be ready, may the best man win and we’re really confident. "There were a few things that needed addressing in the camp with Teofimo, I personally think we shouldn’t have gone ahead with the fight off the injury that he had. But it was one of those fights that a round here or there, we wouldn’t be sitting here right now, he’d be fighting a Devin Haney or Gervonta Davis. We never got the decision so we’re sitting here because of Josh, not Jack, that’s a fact. I’m excited for it and to go into this one all guns blazing." Tom Grant: "This is what it’s about, these domestic dust-up are what the fans come out for. All that matters is what happens on April 27 now, and that is that Josh Taylor is going to beat Jack Catterall on April 27 and all these people are going to struggle watching it." Jack Catterall: "I want to thank everybody that has come out today. It’s an exciting fights, it gets the juices flowing, it’s been talked about for the last two years and it’s the same for Josh, everyone always asking when the rematch is, so it’s good to have the rematch locked in, and I’m ready to settle it. "You know what it is, they’ve said it’s the England vs. Scotland heritage, but it’s more of me just fighting a pr*ck. He’s just not a nice person. That’s it. "I know what lies ahead of me. As much as we have the press conferences and the weigh-ins, I have a job to do on April 27. I’m preparing for the best of Josh Taylor, so when I beat him and do it convincingly, I can move on with my career. "I think he’s there to be beaten and I’ve got his number, and it’s only a matter of time before he touches the canvas again. Can we get some more tickets for the fight Eddie, please? We’ve had a great response and that’s expected with a big domestic fight, so I’m very grateful for everyone’s support. "Josh, you are finished after this fight. In nine weeks' time, we get to put him to bed." Jamie Moore: "I’ve always been a big believer in Jack, I’ve always said the day that he came into our gym that he would be a World champion. I’ve just done loads of interviews and basically said the same thing, this is such a good fight because it’s been created by that narrative. It was a controversial decision in the first fight, and the vast majority thought Jack won. The two years in between has created a better story and made people more interested in it now than when it first should have taken place six months afterwards. "You have kept Jack busy, he’s active and that’s the main thing that’s not been good for him over the last five years. He’s always in the gym. Josh has had that one loss, but I don’t buy into the fact that he’s on the slide because he’s lost to Teofimo Lopez because he’s an unbelievable fighter. So, we’re going into the fight knowing we’re going to get the best version of Josh Taylor because it’s such a grudge match and we’re going to train hard for it. "The first fight is irrelevant now, all that matters is what happens on April 27." Sam Jones: "Yesterday we were in the great city of Edinburgh, and it is a great city, but it’s not a patch on Chorley. I didn’t hear what Tom said yesterday, he mentioned Ben Shalom for some reason, but they have a bit in common, they both got the charisma of the weather outside. "It’s a fantastic fight, we’ve got two of the best trainers in the country up here today, all I want is for Josh not to make any excuses. He demanded it to be at 140lbs, I think that is a ready-made excuse right there, but it’s just a fantastic fight, British boxing needs rivalries like this, with two great fighter, one former undisputed champion and one guy that should have been undisputed, and it’s going to be a great fight, and as I said yesterday, Jack Catterall is going to whoop Josh Taylor on April 27."

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delete-the-kisses · 10 months ago

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rant about religion/christianity below

i've thought about religion and queerness a lot recently, mostly because my friendgroup now has queer people and also a straight, religious girl.

i used to believe in god. and when i got older i just stopped believing. there was science and evidence and the internet and my baby gay brain was like "woah! i'm not a sinner because none of this shit is real!"

my family apart from my grandma and aunt aren't really religious either. my mom and dad have never repressed me or my identity and haven't tried to make me believe in anything. and don't get me wrong; i don't really have any childhood religious trauma either? so now it's like, why do i of all people care?

but it truly, truly hurts me how much of this whole fucking world is being run by major religion. why is christianity a part of literal fucking social structures? why do they teach religion in public school? (not in every country but mine) why does the president say god bless you in their speech? (once again, could be just my country.)

and another thing that hurts is that it's scientifically proven that being religious can give you brain damage. because religion refuses to change with time and the sole fucking reason humanity has survived this long is adapting to change.

i know there's accepting christians. my friend's family is incredibly accepting. my friend may be allocishet, white and christian and she's one of the most open-minded, kind, amazing people i've ever met. her family is so kind as well.

but then, there are the ones who say that being queer is a mental illness. there are the ones who invite a priest over to cure their child who just came out. there are the ones making anti trans and queer laws and banning pride flags. that's the other extreme.

most christians i've met aren't straight up hateful. they're a calm, civil, hidden kind of hateful who get kind of uneasy when there's discussion around queerness or just... something that doesn't agree with their stance.

and i GENUINELY have trouble understanding how your worldview can be centered around something that there's literally no scientific proof of. sorry (not) if this offensive but to me, it's equivalent to believing in unicorns. but i respect your beliefs and i won't make fun of you for them or hate you for them BECAUSE i refuse to be equally bad.

i also don't understand willingly being a part of something that limits the things you can do. why are you living a restricted life to get into heaven where there truly isn't any certainty that it even exists? how do you blindly trust this? isn't religion just a socially acceptable cult?

and why the fuck do you claim to accept other people's beliefs and religions but the SECOND someone's a satanist you go guns-a-blazing at them. (fun fact: satanism isn't even about the christian satan!) (fun fact 2: no queer person is going to hell for their identity and telling someone they'll go to hell is mean and disrespectful!)

is it TRULY necessary to "spread the gospel" to people? that is literally just shoving your beliefs down other people's throats... the EXACT thing you claim the lgbtqia+ community is doing. or is it only okay since it's your belief?

why are your morals based on your religion? i see shit on social media saying "atheists, what's restricting you from just killing someone if your religion isn't telling you not to?" and maybe that's an extreme example but what do you MEAN "what's restricting you"?! MAYBE MORALS? BASIC HUMAN DECENCY? like... do you find yourself lacking those??? if the bible tells you to hit your wife and support slavery do you do those things??? (the bible probably says both of those lmfao.)

so. that was my rant for today. ain't no hate like christian love, amirite? if you're christian or religious otherwise and find yourself reading this with an urge to comment "jesus loves you" or "god please help her" just save the time. every time i get a comment like that i carve a pentagram on a dead goat! xoxo

(everyone believe whatever the fuck you want i don't care but remember anyone has the right to question it. christianity is the biggest world religion btw and the "oppression" you experience stops existing when you put your phone down. stop whining at it. that's all fr byee)

#religious trauma #religion #atheism #agnostic #atheist #religión #critical thinking #media critique #homophobia #transphobes #xenophobia #christianity #jesus christ #christian faith

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