#deling city

[tastytofusoup]

FINAL FANTASY VIII (1999) ↠ Deling City

[ssnakey-b]

Linoa as the Turkish shooter

When I saw the meme, I knew what I had to do.

[hendolish]

two fashion kings 🫶🏻

[anditwentlikethis]

Nem me tinha passado pela cabeça este cross-over Amorim-Mount

Os meus sentimentos em relação ao Amorim no Manchester United ainda são complicados MAS o meus sentimentos em relação a Mason Mount ser treinado pelo Amorim são bem mais simples. Espero que ele volte à sua melhor forma e acho que o Amorim é O Treinador para conseguir isso 🙏

[kylewalker-peters]

Kyle Walker??? Loftus Cheek??? What in the 2018 England squad is going on in Italy

[lureofthesea]

Source: lixana

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For @timblr-maniacs

[dorabellingham]

Floodlights

warnings: none

characters: jude x fem!reader

summary: when you make a cameo in his series

may contain spelling and translation errors!

The camera began with a panoramic view of the city of Madrid, with the golden light of the sunset reflecting on the streets. Jude's smooth narration fills the silence as he describes life as a professional football player.

—Being a player is more than just living the dream, it's more than titles, more than recognition... It's a constant battle between success and real life.

The image changes to a sequence of him in different stadiums, wearing the Real Madrid shirt, then the English team. He smiles and continues:

—But what many people don't see is the most important part, which happens away from the spotlight.

The camera moved smoothly to a studio lit by warm lights. Bellingham is sitting casually on a couch, and next to him, you.

You're both relaxed, with Jude wearing something simple, like a white shirt and jeans, and you in a muted green dress. You seem a little shy, a stark contrast to the natural confidence of the man next to you. On the corner of the table, a photo of you on one of your many trips together is prominent.

—You know... most people don't know Y/n behind the cameras, but she has always been the basis of everything in my life. I was a 15 year old boy when we met. And believe it or not, everything changed after that day.

The camera briefly focused on you, who smiled sideways, a little shyly.

You, with a discreet smile, interrupted.

—I remember that day like it was yesterday. I didn't know who Jude Bellingham was... football wasn't my thing.

*a short video starts filling the screen*

The sound of young laughter fills the air as a home video starts playing. The scene shows you and 15-year-old Jude laughing at a simple party. Both are surrounded by friends, including Bukayo Saka, who is filming.

—Jude was...just a kid at the party. —You narrate, while the video shows the young player trying to talk to you for the first time, visibly nervous. —Actually, I thought he was Saka's childhood friend or something!

You laugh.

Jude, laughing, complements his wife's speech.

—I was sure she was dating Saka or Dele. I couldn't understand how someone like her could be single.

Soon the scene changed to an interview of Bukayo and Bamidele, sitting on the same sofa a few days later. They are clearly at ease, laughing about old memories.

—Jude was completely obsessed, seriously. He asked me every day about Y/n, as if I were the older brother who had to approve the relationship or something. It was hilarious.

Saka said, while smiling remembering everything.

—When she came to watch some of our training, something really friendly, Jude didn't hit the goal at all. He looked like he was in the moon world.

Dele commented, crying, laughing.

The scene soon returned to the couple, after the surprise presence of the two close friends. As Jude and you continued talking, the camera cuts to a montage of photos and videos showing the development of your relationship over the years. The screen displays a sequence of photos of you in various places around the world, starting with a selfie in a London cafe and moving through photos from trips to Santorini, Miami and Paris. Each image captures the love and complicity between you.

You say, reflexively:

—I never thought dating someone in football would be easy, you know? I always had this image... football players train, the pressure is a lot, and they are always on the road.

The camera cuts to an image of the you in Ibiza, with the sunset in the background and Jude kissing your cheek.

You continue, smiling sideways.

—But Jude always proved me wrong. He was different from the beginning. And I think that's why, even in the most difficult parts, we always found a way to support each other.

The tone of the song softened as the camera panned back to you in the studio. The mood is now a little more serious, but still light.

Bellingham, looking at you, deeply.

—Being a football player has its difficulties. I remember when things were really complicated... when the pressure was too much. It was at that time that I realized how essential her support was. I was at the height of my career, but at the same time, it was the time when I needed emotional support the most.

You exchanged passionate smiles and your hands met on his legs.

—She doesn't need to say anything. Just being there was enough.

With Jude now showing a slight smile, the camera cuts to an image of you in Madrid, you holding a baby. The image is followed by another montage, this time of you celebrating important victories, with you always by his side.

—If I am the player I am today, it is because of her. It's not just about what happens on the field, it's what happens off it too.

You, who smiled, visibly moved, looked at Jude and said.

—And I've never needed more than what we have. He always made sure I felt safe, that I knew how much he loved me.

The documentary moves to a more relaxed part, where the camera hits you in a country house. The sound of children's laughter fills the air as you play with the still small Benji. You're running through the grass, Jude trying to teach your son how to kick a ball, while you watch fondly.

Jude, now with a more playful tone, said.

—I never thought it would be so good to have a family. Seeing Y/n with Benjamin... makes me realize how unique our journey was. She was the start of it all.

The camera then showed a home video of a family Christmas, with you hugging your parents and family around the tree. It's a genuine moment, full of laughter and joy, that shows a simple and real life behind the fame.

—Football gave me a lot, but my family gave me what really matters.

The episode ended with you sitting on the couch again, now more relaxed. You laughed at an inside joke, and the camera captured this moment of silent intimacy, a demonstration of the quiet, steadfast love you share.

—I know that, at the end of the day, when it's all over... this is what will remain. Us. Y/n was and will always be my biggest support. And everything we built together only makes me sure that the future is ours.

Jude said, his voice shaking slightly.

The camera focused on you, who, still shy, smiled and said:

—I just want him to continue to be happy and mine... that's all that matters.

The speech drew a line from everyone present on the set, and even made Jude try to wink at the camera, but it left something to be desired.

—I promise that by the next episode I will have taught him how to blink!

[xexyromero]

with the city beneath us. enzo vogrincic x fem!reader

fem!reader, enzo vogrincic x reader, smut.

cw: +18 - sexo em público, penetração (você recebe), dirty talking. sexo sem preservativo (nao façam isso!!!!!). orgasm denial (?).

sinopse: um passeio na roda gigante acaba diferente pra você e seu namorado enzo.

wn: pedido de uma anon - pra eu transformar um headcanon num imagine. espero que goste!!

enzo gaguejou. era muito divertido para você vê-lo assim - sem graça, sem palavras, confuso. via um pequeno rubor se formar nas pontas das orelhas do uruguaio. havia o fisgado, definitivamente. "não acredito que você está duro no meio do brinquedo, enzo." repetiu, forçando um tom ainda mais incrédulo e exagerado que dá primeira vez.

"dale, nena. você fica se mostrando, com esse vestidinho. quer que eu me sinta como?" viu ele estalar a língua, encarar o lado de fora da cabine como se não te olhar fosse o suficiente para esquecer que estava com tesão.

obviamente, não funcionou.

para provocá-lo mais ainda, você subiu a barra do vestido até as coxas, mostrando um pequeno retalho da calcinha de renda branca que você usava. vocês dois estavam sentados em bancos opostos, na frente um do outro, enquanto a roda gigante subia com calma para os céus.

era para ser um passeio inocente e tranquilo, mas, na hora que sentaram, você não conseguiu tirar o pensamento da possibilidade de transarem ali dentro. era uma cabine fechada até a metade, com janelinhas de vidro que prometiam mostrar a mais bela vista da cidade.

viu o olhar de enzo se demorar no meio das suas pernas, subindo devagar até encarar seus olhos. não sabia qual dos dois estava pior - ele, com a ereção marcando dolorosamente na calça ou você, que tinha certeza que arruinava uma calcinha de renda perfeita.

"quero que você tenha um pouco de respeito por mim." falou séria, mas o sorriso não saia dos seus lábios.

"então você precisa, primeiro, se dar respeito." seu olhar ficou sombrio, você estremeceu com a ameaça. adorava quando enzo falava daquela forma com você. exalava uma dominância natural só dele. "tira a calcinha, nena."

"mas, enzo-"

"eu fui claro. tira a calcinha."

com o sorriso aumentando, sabendo que conseguiria exatamente o que queria, você obecedeceu, guardando a calcinha na bolsinha que usava. sentou na barra do vestido, com cuidado para não tocar a parte íntima no metal gelado, mas levantou todo o tecido afim de deixar a buceta bem exposta para ele.

enzo não perdeu o semblante sério, mesmo enquanto sentava no chão da cabine e desfazia o cinto com alguma urgência. as mãos trabalhavam rápido e logo o membro estava exposto. ele se masturbava com muita calma, como se mostrasse para você o que logo, logo estaria dentro de ti.

"agora, com muito cuidado, você vai se levantar e sentar de uma vez no meu pau. não quero cara feia, nem gemido. você quer, não é? vai ter. do meu jeito."

louca de tesão, você concordou levemente com a cabeça, mordendo os lábios para evitar gemer só com aquela provocação. com cuidado, levantou do assento e foi se equilibrando até onde estava sentado enzo, deixando as pernas bem abertas e segurando firme no mastro dentro da cabine para que ela não fizesse movimento.

com cuidado, ergueu o vestido e sentou, conforme pedido, no colo do homem. encaixou bem o pau na sua entradinha antes de ir descendo com cuidado - ele mandou de uma vez, mas você sabia que não conseguiria descer no pênis dele sem um gemido. e as regras deixavam claro que não podia gemer.

então escolheu pelo que daria prazer aos dois - a sentada lenta, com cuidado, deixando que cada centímetro dele te preenchesse de pouquinho em pouquinho.

nenhum dos dois aguentou por muito tempo.

antes que finalmente conseguisse encostar as virilhas, ser penetrada completamente, enzo começou com os movimentos frenéticos. ele te fodia com mais força do que rapidez, tomando cuidado para que não se movimentasse e nem movimentasse o brinquedo junto.

a roda gigante atingiu seu auge junto com enzo. gozou com tudo no seu interior, os dedos cravados na cintura, o rosto escondido no decote do vestido.

"você não vai gozar agora." ele percebeu seu olhar suplicante, mas permaneceu firme. levantou suas coxas com gentileza, batendo de levinho na parte interna, indicando para que saísse do colo alheio. "tem que aprender a não fazer essas brincadeirinhas em público." com um tapinha da parte dele, na sua bunda, você levantou com dificuldade, o gozo escorrendo incomodo entre as coxas. "se limpe com a calcinha. e fique sem ela. vamos direto pro carro."

[viajandopelomar]

I'm drafting some things, and have you noticed how it DOESN'T make sense that Velaris has more than one precious jewelry store when the city is the size of an egg?

I've already said it before, but the city is small and you can see why Nesta, with her body completely fucked up, can walk from the edge of the city to the center (Feyre's house). Even though this took almost an hour (but we have no mention of how long it took, I'm guessing a lot here), she was very weak on the day of that intervention. If we are to use A LITTLE bit of logic here, only the OWNERS of stores near the Sidra river are able to buy jewelry. The rest are ordinary people, who work during the day and go out with their children at dusk. The owners of the stores are probably those who own land around them, like the one or two people mentioned in ACOFAS who have that land. I don't think there are even ten people, if we're going to be serious here. With IC, we have 15 people with money to buy enough jewelry to keep a store open. but there is more than one 🥹.

SJM, why did you put up so many stores if there aren't enough people to use them or even buy what is being sold? Feyre doesn't wear jewelry IN THE CITY, for example, she wears it to meetings outside. WHY IS THERE MORE THAN ONE JEWELRY STORE IN THAT EGG CITY? AMREN BUYS 3 PIECES EVERY DAY?

Their inequality seems to be more absurd than capitalism 🧐, and where do these jewels come from? Velaeis has no mines. Smell of raw materials from the excavated city...

🇧🇷Estou esboçando algumas coisas, e vocês notaram como NÃO FAZ sentido que Velaris tenha mais de uma loja de pedra preciosa quando a cidade é do tamanho de um ovo?

Já falei isso antes, mas a cidade é pequena e dá para perceber porque Nesta, com o corpo completamente fodido, consegue caminhar da ponta da cidade até o centro (a casa de Feyre). Embora tenha demorado quase uma hora (mas não temos menções de quanto tempo demorou, estou supondo alto aqui), ela estava muito fraca no dia da intervenção. Se quisermos usar um pouco de lógica aqui, apenas os PROPRIETÁRIOS de lojas próximas ao rio Sidra podem comprar joias. O restante são pessoas comuns, que trabalham durante o dia e saem com os filhos ao entardecer. Os donos das lojas são provavelmente aqueles que possuem terras ao redor, como as uma ou duas pessoas citadas em ACOFAS tem essas terras. Acho que não são nem dez pessoas, se quisermos falar sério aqui. Com o IC, temos 15 pessoas com dinheiro para comprar joias suficientes para manter uma loja aberta. mas existe mais de uma 🥹.

SJM, por que você abriu tantas lojas se não tem gente suficiente para usá-las ou mesmo comprar o que está sendo vendido? Feyre não usa joias NA CIDADE, por exemplo, ela usa em reuniões ao ar livre. POR QUE EXISTE MAIS DE UMA JOALHERIA NESSE OVO DE CIDADE? AMREN COMPRA 3 PEÇAS TODO DIA?

A desigualdade deles parece ser mais absurda que o capitalismo 🧐, e de onde vêm essas joias? Velaeis não tem minas. Cheirinho de matéria-prima da cidade escavada...

[simscici]

This topic is still unresolved between them.

Previous / Next Beginning (Gen 8)

Image transcripts (PT & ENG):

Esse assunto ainda não foi resolvido entre eles.

Quando chegaram em casa, terminaram a noite assistindo a um filme.

Callie: Sabe... Estive pensando que talvez a cidade não seja uma boa opção para nós dois. Você viu como ela estressa todo mundo... A gente podia pensar em ir para Serra depois da formatura.

Touma: ...

Callie: Você sempre faz essa cara quando eu falo de Serra das Castanheiras, qual é o problema?

Touma: Que cara? Essa é só minha cara normal...

Callie: Não, você age como alguém que odeia o interior.

Touma: Eu não odeio Serra das Castanheiras, só acho que não tem futuro lá, especialmente agora que vamos ter um bebê. Precisamos pensar grande, nada é barato hoje em dia para uma pessoa sozinha, imagine para alguém casado com filhos...

Callie: Seus pais vivem bem.

Touma: Mas eles passaram a juventude toda trabalhando em outros lugares, e Serra foi o "destino final" deles, quando já tinham a vida feita. Não dá pra comparar.

Callie: Poxa, se você odeia tanto a ideia de morar em Serra das Castanheiras, podia ter dito desde o início.

Touma: Eu não odeio... Não me importaria de morar lá de novo algum dia, mas agora é o momento de buscarmos estabilidade financeira, e aquele lugar não vai nos dar isso.

Callie: Dinheiro não é tudo...

Touma: (frustrado) Você não entende...

When they got home, they ended the night with a movie.

Callie: You know... I was thinking that maybe the city isn’t such a good option for both of us. You saw how it stresses everyone out... We could think about going to Serra after graduation.

Touma: ...

Callie: You always make that face when I talk about Chestnut Ridge, what's the problem?

Touma: What face? This is just my normal face...

Callie: No, you act like someone who hates the countryside.

Touma: I don’t hate Chestnut Ridge, I just think there’s no future there, especially now that we’re going to have a baby. We need to think big—nothing is cheap these days for a single person, imagine for someone married with kids...

Callie: Your parents live just fine.

Touma: But they spent their whole youth working in other places, and Chestnut Ridge was their "final destination," after their life was already made. It’s not the same comparison.

Callie: Damn, if you hate the idea of living in Chestnut Ridge so much, you could’ve just said it from the start.

Touma: I don’t hate it... I wouldn’t mind living in Chestnut Ridge again someday, but right now is the time for us to chase financial stability, and that place won’t give us that.

Callie: Money isn’t everything...

Touma: (frustrated) You don’t understand...

[sunny-explosions]

outofsunshine; Today is the first time I’ve actually used Selphie’s missile base team to go back to Deling City, and holy crap the brainwashing in favor of the sorceress is so strong.

So many people praising her, glad the president is dead, how she’s so beautiful and strong etc etc. Even though she just stood on a stage, murdered a dude, and called everyone lowlifes and filthy wretches. Lordy.

Also… Poor Irvine at the missile base. ;A; Thinking Squall found him useless so that’s why he was put on Sephie’s team. No that was me because you’re cute with her.

[hendolish]

England NT Fic Recs ♡

never know where to start for a pairing or you're new to england nt rpf? here's a shameless collection of my favourite fics to give you a head start 🫶🏻 ———

Jack Grealish/Jordan Henderson

melt by inlovewithnight (8k)

soulmate au where you feel everything your soulmate does and can't bear being too far away from each other. they're just so at ease and in love with each other in this. probably my favourite hendolish fic! <3

About as subtle as an earthquake, I know by Lizz_88 (Bluejay00) (68k)

jack's a stripper, jordan's himself. so much more than what it says on the tin! all the characters are super complex and it takes a lot of work for these two to get together (with no shortage of lap dances and smut along the way) <3

Calm Before The Storm by preachingdoll (6k)

post-euro 2020 heartbreak jack needs a bit of help coping. jordan's there to offer a helping hand... the smut and dirty talk is 10/10

best worst behaviour by Bellelaide (25k)

kind of a hendolish classic, jordan puts bratty jack in his place.

♡

John Stones/Jordan Pickford

Sun City AU by Bellelaide (series, 40k)

honestly one of my favourite fics ever, let alone footie-wise. jordan's on a very british all-inclusive holiday at a hotel where john works. the vibes are just immaculate, you can visualise everything so clearly and there's so much depth to their characters!

Ice Melts by Bellelaide (7k)

enemies to lovers kinda? john doesn't think much of jordan before the 2018 wc but the further they get in the tournament, the closer they become. amazing characterisation and banter as always.

Helping Hand by slatkomore (14k)

with john's career ended abruptly by an injury, he turns to coaching instead and soon becomes the england u19s manager where he meets the goalkeeper coach, jordan pickford...

your world cup or mine? by Bellelaide (15k)

john goes to sleep at the 2022 wc and wakes up back in 2018 where he and jordan aren't together and barely friends. such an interesting concept and dynamic!

♡

Jack Grealish/John Stones

The Things We Did and Didn't Do by InTheFicOfIt (series, 104k)

john and jack sleep together in the aftermath of the euros, the following fic explores everything that comes after, including jack moving to man city and their friends finding out. i'm never usually tempted by this pairing but this fic is so damn good! it's written so wonderfully and there's so much of it- i couldn't put it down!

♡

Ben white/Aaron Ramsdale

happy together by foxholecourts (1k)

this fic perfectly encapsulates their vibe for me. the back and forth between the two of them is just delightful and exactly how i imagine them to be together, but it's also as equally sappy! i love these two idiots sm <3

watching you watching me by foxholecourts (2k)

ben likes to be watched... 10/10 benaaron characterisation from this author as always.

sweettalker by Anonymous (5k)

smut with a lot of dirty talk about the other arsenal lads. ben is very complex in this- an interesting take on their relationship!

I’m Not In Love by ceraunophilex (1k)

aaron falls in love immediately, ben slowly warms to him. short and sweet.

♡

Jordan Henderson/Trent Alexander-Arnold

Shake Me Into the Night by orphan_account (17k)

always hits me right in the feels. based around liverpool winning the champions league, the writing is so detailed and amazing!!

♡

Jude Bellingham/Reece James

the sun and the rainfall by ohsusie (series, 6k)

jude asks reece about some of the rumours surrounding him to help him broach a sensitive topic of his own. reece gives him some guidence. they're so sweet in this!

♡

Dele Alli/Eric Dier

In This World Of Ours by dierdele (53k)

the classic deledier best friends to lovers 2018 world cup get-together fic. you can't beat it, literally so cute oml.

♡

Marcus Rashford/Jesse Lingard

both your hands in the holes of my sweater by yvenger (jjjat3am) (3k)

this one is so much fun hehe, the ~2018 man u squad if they were a sunday league team where jesse's very confident and marcus has a huge crush on him. love the inner dialogue so, so much. ending is super cute!!

i can feel that body shake by princessrosberg (3k)

an england nt night out leads to them getting together and their first time! jesse and marcus characterisations are on point, esp the way they talk to each other <3

♡

Harry Kane/Gareth Southgate

All Good Things... by orphan_account (12k)

their established relationship is so cute in this! post-2018 wc and preparing for the euros, england team banter is perfect.

wished by orphan_account (23k)

gareth is harry's p.e teacher at school. listen… no comment... there's a reason it's the most kudos-ed southkane fic

♡

[mariapaulaaah]

Akemi knew that Colten was still suspicious, but she had come this far! She couldn't give up now! Together they entered the small cabin where Don was already waiting for them.

Akemi: I can't believe my grandfather told you about me.

Don: Oh, old Brent couldn't talk about anything else when we talked on the phone, he seemed to have swallowed a record player.

Akemi: That's just like him laughing softly So… Mr. Gooseman, you know Chestnut like no one else. Are there any wild horses in the area?

Don: As the city grew, they were decreasing, but there are still some groups in this neighborhood. They're just very rare to find.

Akemi: Do they have a leader?

Before the conversation could continue, Colten, who was increasingly worried about his girlfriend, got up from the couch, drawing all the attention to himself.

Colten: It was a great pleasure meeting you, Mr. Gooseman, but we have to go. The road is full of curves and we don't know the area well, I don't want to risk crossing paths with wolves.

Don: That's for sure, kid. Coyotes are a danger around here, too. Have a safe trip.

Akemi: But we just got here… starts coughing a little

Colten: We're leaving now, Akemi.

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Translation below (PT-BR)

Akemi sabia que Colten ainda estava desconfiado, mas ela tinha chego tão longe! Não poderia desistir agora! Juntos entraram na pequena cabana onde Don já os esperava.

Akemi: Não acredito que meu avô falou de mim pra você.

Don: Ah o velho Brent não falava de outra coisa quando conversamos por telefone, parecia ter engolido uma vitrola.

Akemi: É bem a cara dele *rindo baixo * Então… Senhor Gooseman, você conhece Chestnut como ninguém, existem cavalos selvagens pela região?

Don: Com o crescimento da cidade, eles foram diminuindo, mas ainda tem alguns grupos por esse bairro. Só são muito raros de encontrar.

Akemi: Eles teriam um líder?

Antes que a conversa seguisse, Colten que estava cada vez mais preocupado com a namorada, se ergueu do sofá, atraindo toda a atenção para si.

Colten: Foi um prazer imenso conhece-lo, Senhor Gooseman, mas nós temos que ir. O caminho é cheio de curvas e não conhecemos bem a região, não quero arriscar cruzar com lobos.

Don: É melhor mesmo, rapaz. Os coiotes também são um perigo por aqui. Façam uma boa viagem.

Akemi: Mas nós acabamos de chegar… *começa a tossir um pouco*

Colten: Nós vamos embora agora, Akemi.

[moonthay]

Cities!Tale curiosidades!

Se você não leu o post de ontem falando sobre a minha au aconselho que leia primeiro antes desse porque esse é uma continuação daquele post

Por que o nome "Cities!Tale"?

O nome vem por causa da Cidade da Lua que é onde fica o orfanato e os humanos monstros criada por Zaki para proteger os híbridos na guerra e serviu de esconderijo na segunda guerra mundial para os híbridos também e o título da au é no plural porque a o reino de Raj se chamava "Cidade do Sol" ou seja, os humanos vivem em uma cidade e os híbridos em outra até o Raj encontrar o irmão e atender seu último pedido após o matar

Os olhos de Zaki

Eu no outro post o desenhei sem olhos e com os olhos fechados para dar um ar de mistério, mas ele tem olhos sim e como é dito no post são prateados assim como sua coroa de louros

C!Toriel já conheceu o M!Ink no orfanato

Mya Comyet como eu disse no post do M!Ink no Instagram abandonou o filho em um orfanato, ainda não se sabe o porquê ela fez isso, mas quem criou M!Ink foi C!Toriel e as famílias que o adotaram e o devolveram sendo a única que ficou com ele foi o M!Top Gaster

Ele chegou no orfanato antes de C!Frisk e nunca chegou a conhecer o mesmo, mas já viveu durante a guerra e depois cresceu e virou adulto e C!Frisk seguiu seu rumo sem nunca o conhecer mas M!Ink sabe da existência dele mas nem se importa em o conhecer

Por que o C!Frisk não fez a rota genocida?

C!Frisk no final original faz a rota neutra e a pacifista mesmo tendo forças e armamento para fazer a genocida direto, então por que ele não fez?

C!Frisk não é uma pessoa má ele só é alguém machucado e mesmo no final alternativo que ele faz a rota genocida foi por sobrevivência pra tentar sair daquele lugar e no final genocida que ele dedura foi por vingança ao orfanato pelo bullying que ele sofreu lá dentro

Eu fiz esse desenho seguindo uma referência que achei no Pinterest, mas o C!Frisk só fica assim após seu desejo de sobrevivência ir sumindo e sua vontade de matar ir aumentando aí nessa rota ele se torna um viciado em L.O.V.E

Lembra até alguém não?

Referência que eu peguei, créditos a pessoa que fez esse desenho:

As diferenças e paralelos de Chara de Cities!Tale e de M!UT!Chara

MoonFanchild Tale é um am baseado na história de um au que é Cities!Tale o tornando um multiverso alternativo com espécies puras e híbridas como nesse au, essa divisão ocorre da escolha da C!Toriel de ficar na superfície cuidando do orfanato e da M!UT!Toriel de ser jogada no subsolo e aí a história não muda

As/Os dois Charas não tem muitas diferenças exceto que C!Chara é melhor amig@ de Moon Flowey/Zaki e primeiro chegou ao orfanato e depois ao subsolo e Chara é melhor amig@ de Asriel e caiu no subsolo direto já que não existia o orfanato

C!Chara ficou com o cabelo cacheado nas pontas por causa da aura de Zaki que vivia dentro de Moon Flowey e deu @ elu um pingente de coração roxo

Ambos passados del@s não se sabem, talvez seus pais morreram, talvez tenham fugido de casa, mas ambos tem o sangue de Raj Lazyell correndo nas veias por serem parentes distantes dele

Lazyell morre com a culpa de ter matado o irmão mais novo e sua determinação passa pra sua filha que deu início a linhagem de Chara

Gênero de C!Frisk e C!Chara

C!Frisk é um garoto demi-boy então as vezes flui pro neutro e C!Chara assim como no original não tem o gênero revelado dando a entender que é neutro

C!Frisk: Ele/elu/he/they pronouns

C!Chara: Elu/they/them pronouns

Muito obrigada por ter lido até aqui! Se gostou aconselho ver o primeiro post pra entender a história toda e se quiserem eu trarei mais conteúdo de Cities!Tale e podem mandar perguntas no ask, me sigam para comics futuras e é isso até mais My Black Diamonds! ^-^

[angelosearch]

The other day I posted an FFVIII Christmas-ish fic on ao3. I wrote it for my health; I love sappy ass Christmas movies and such. But I was embarrassed about how poorly it was preforming, so I took it down.

I am posting it here under the cut where it's existence as a written work of mine feels more ephemeral. There's less data. If it doesn't do well here, it means a lot less 😂

Anyway. It's probably bad but I like the folktale I came up with. What can I say, ever since I finished Chaos Theory my fiction writing abilities have evaporated haha.

For your lame holiday viewing: The Tale of the Winter Sorceress

Julia Heartilly and Fury Carraway’s Light Night parties were things of Deling City legend.

On the coldest, darkest night of the year, their mansion would be covered in a kaleidoscope of glass bulbs. The rainbow lights (blown into a variety of shapes and blinking at various intervals) turned the home into a spectacle that rivaled the city’s landmarks in its grandiosity.

Guests would cross their stone footbridge, adorned with fresh pine garlands imported from Trabia, to their front door and pass through a veil of snow. Or, a veil of white puffs emitted from a machine. They just looked and drifted to the ground like snow.

Julia would spend her night at the piano, rearranging classic Light Night carols into jazzier stylings more suited to her voice. The band that usually recorded with her in the studio would join her on the stage in the middle of the mansion’s ballroom. They’d play together all night.

Fury was the master of the guestlist, inviting the top brass of the Galbadian military and every who’s-who on the continent, as well as important people from around the world. But it wasn’t hard to attract guests to the celebration. Invitations to this festive and extravagant event were sought after.

Of course—who wouldn’t want to come to what was basically a private Julia Heartilly concert?

Rinoa loved the Light Night party. Her mom would always dress her in something floofy and tulle covered, glazed with sparkles.

“Look, Fury,” Julia would say. “Our angel walked right off the tree!”

She felt like the star of the show, her mother allowing her the solos of some of the more childish songs. The crowd would oooh, ahhh, aww, and cry to their duet of “Have Your Self a Merry Little Light Night.” The chefs would let her cut out some of the cookies and proudly announce that she had assisted. And then her dad would let her do her favorite thing—light the tree.

Rinoa liked looking around the room during the dim, breathless moment before she pushed the plug into the socket. Then she’d do it, and the tree would ignite into its blinding radiance, multicolor lights refracting endlessly beneath fistfuls of tinsel. Each moving and sound-making ornament came to life at once, making a very specific and pleasant cacophony. She felt like she had some special power to summon the magic of the holiday as she plugged in the tree every day of the season—but nothing quite compared to plugging it in on Light Night.

Rinoa loved the Light Night party. But she didn’t know how to be excited about it this year, now that the most important person wouldn’t be coming.

---

“Cid, you can’t go… You know this is going to be their last Light Night together!”

“I’m sorry… But I have to,” Cid sighed. “I’m only going to be able to secure those contracts for the shelters if I find funding by the new year… There’s going to be a lot of folks there… maybe something will come through.”

“All the way in Galbadia? On Light Night? …What about that Shumi fellow?”

Cid mumbled, “He’s… not my first choice.”

Both Cid and Edea brought their voices low, too low for Squall to hear from the doorway. He tightened his grip on his Moomba plush in concern.

“Yoooo, what are they sayin’ over there?”

Squall turned to Zell and slowly shook his head.

“I think Mr. Cid is leaving…”

“Wait, like, FORVER?!”

This idea startled Squall, and he threw his Moomba out to his side.

“NO!” he yelled, mad at Zell for even thinking it. “Just… just for Light Night.”

Little loud-mouth Zell got word around the orphanage quickly, and it wasn’t long before all the children were huddled in the living room.

“If Mr. Cid isn’t here, who’s gonna take us on the midnight snow walk?” Quistis wondered sadly.

Selphie gasped. “Does Matron know how to set up the train?”

Squall sat with his Moomba in his lap. He looked down at its mane and played with it's hair nervously. It felt like the Light Night celebration lost a person every year, and he didn’t like it.

“Shut up about all that dumb stuff,” Seifer muttered as he sat on the back of the couch. “What you really gotta be worried about is our presents. I bet we’re getting nothin’ this year.”

Irvine turned and looked up at Seifer from his spot on the floor. “Are you sayin’ I’m not gonna get my Ruby Rider BB gun?!”

“You weren’t getting that anyway! You’ll shoot your eye out!” Seifer snapped. “Look, we don’t get much as it is and now Mr. Cid is leavin’? I’m telling you guys, were getting nothing, I know it.”

“Hey! You don’t know everything!” Zell said. “Whattabout the Winter Sorceress?”

Seifer sputtered. “You can’t tell me you still believe that kiddie story…”

“You’re lying,” Squall said from the corner. “She’s real.”

Seifer laughed and jumped down from the couch, approaching Squall with his arms folded.

“Aw, you too? What, you want a special gift? She can’t bring Sis back, ya know.”

Squall dropped his toy, ready to push Seifer.

Matron walked through the doorway with purpose, drawing everyone’s attention with her entrance.

“Children, I would like to dispel any rumors that are being spread… Come now, let’s gather round…”

Matron sat on the center cushion of the couch and waited for all her little ones to form a circle.

“So, yes, Mr. Cid will not be with us on Light Night… But he will be back the morning after, he’s promised me.

The children collectively sighed in relief.

“Now… We all know Quisty is joining her new family next month, and we’re all going to be moving soon, so we’re going to work together and make this Light Night really special anyway, okay?”

“Whattabout our gifts?” Zell quipped.

Matron grimaced. “Yes, well… we might have to focus on making the day special… in other ways.”

“See! What did I tell you!” Seifer pointed.

---

Rinoa’s nanny handed her a shiny, red velvet dress.

“Here’s your outfit for the party, dearie.”

“But… it’s not sparkly.”

“Your father thought this would be very becoming on you.”

Rinoa liked how the fabric felt in her hands, but she’d never seen an angel that wore anything like that.

She didn’t like how everything was different this year, like how her dad expected her to act like a grownup, and how the tree was decorated by staff the day before Light Night with new white lights and soulless baubles. She was used to hearing her mother hum music all through the season, but this year, the house was quiet.

“Ms. Annabelle…” Rinoa said shyly. “How can we have Light Night without Mommy?”

The nanny gave Rinoa a sympathetic look.

“Oh, sweet girl… Your mom would want you and your dad to have a nice Light Night no matter what,” Annabelle said, stooping to Rinoa’s level. “It’s going to be different, but try to have fun, okay? For her.”

The food was fancier this year, brought in from somewhere, so Rinoa couldn’t help with the cookies. Julia’s band was still on the stage, but no one was singing. It was all instrumental classical arrangements of the songs that Rinoa couldn’t sing to—not that she felt like singing, anyway.

Many people came—maybe more than ever—and the piles of gifts they carried for her were larger and shinier than before. And yet, the adults all gave her a sad stare as she greeted them.

Adults always looked at her that way now. She didn’t like it.

Rinoa felt heavy as she stood on the edge of the ballroom, watching her dad talk to men in military uniforms. He wasn’t smiling. He hadn’t smiled for months.

In the mansion, it looked like Light Night, but it didn’t feel like it, not to her. Rinoa wondered if, somehow, Julia had taken all the magic of the holiday with her when she passed.

“Rinoa, it’s time to light the tree,” Fury said, summoning her to the grand salon, where the twelve-foot tree stood proudly in front of a massive arched window.

This was her chance to bring the magic back.

She held the plug and looked around the room at all the expectant faces, barely visible, bathed only in the oblique light coming from the other room.

She thought hard about her mom and plugged in the tree.

The tree lit up brightly and efficiently. But it was monotone, and the absence of sound was deafening. There was a second of silence before the crowd began to clap, and Rinoa began to quietly cry.

The adults filed out, ready to start playing their strange gift-giving games and drinking their bubbly drinks. Rinoa found a spot between gifts to lay down on the floor, directly beneath the tree, so she could look up into its branches like she always liked to do. The shadows of the needles looked harsh in the cold white light of the tree.

There was a loud sigh.

“Guess that’s it…” a man said.

Rinoa carefully pulled herself out of her hiding place and looked up at the man. He was wearing a red vest.

“Oh!” he said. “I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there.”

“You’re sad?” Rinoa asked. She sat on the floor and looked up at him, his eyes invisible in the light that the tree cast on his glasses.

“No, no… Don’t worry about me, I don’t want to ruin your holiday, young lady.”

“I’m sad…” Rinoa admitted.

The man slowly and silently made his way over to the armchair beside the tree.

“Can I tell you a secret?”

Rinoa nodded.

“It’s okay to be sad on Light Night sometimes,” he said, near-whisper. “Especially if you miss someone real bad.”

“Everyone says I gotta be happy… Cuz Mommy would have wanted that…”

The man frowned deeply.

“I have a little boy; he lost his sister… I think she would have wanted for him to be happy on Light Night, but only if he was actually happy. She wouldn’t want him to pretend,” the man said wistfully.

“I want the magic back…” Rinoa whimpered, feeling sad all over again.

The man paused and then said, warmly, “Little girl, have you ever heard the story of the Winter Sorceress?”

---

Edea sat down with a book in hand and a smile across her face. The fireplace crackled behind her. Her skin looked orange in its glow.

“Alright, settle down… It’s time to tell the tale of the Winter Sorceress.”

Matron cleared her throat. Then, she immersed the children in the story with her melodic and measured reading voice.

“Centuries ago, on the longest nights of the year, people would struggle to persevere through the winter. It was hard to feel safe in those times. Children were afraid of the frigid darkness, and with good reason. Food would become scarce. Monsters roamed freely. People would become cruel in their fear and harm others. The Winter Solstice, back then, was the most frightening time of the year.”

Despite the fact that Seifer had called the Winter Sorceress a myth, he, like the rest of them, was pleased to be wrapped in a blanket and cradling a cup of hot cocoa as he listened to Matron read.

“One night, a benevolent Sorceress was hiking through the Trabian countryside—Yes, Selphie?”

Selphie’s arm was straight as she held her hand emphatically in the air. “Where was she going? What was she doing? Was she the same Sorceress from the movie?”

Matron laughed.

“No, this was long before the Sorceress Knight movie. There have been many Sorceresses throughout time… Not all of them were good…” Edea’s voice took on an air of sadness. “People get afraid of Sorceresses sometimes. She was going to hide in Trabia, because she didn’t think anyone lived there… and she’d been chased from everywhere else.”

Matron took a beat and then started reading again.

“A benevolent Sorceress was hiking through the Trabian countryside. She came upon—Selphie?”

“Did she have a Knight?”

“Hmm, I’m not sure. We’ll have to read some more books about it, okay?”

Selphie nodded furiously.

“She came upon a village at the base of a mountain—”

Matron broke off again, about to call on Selphie a third time when Zell interrupted.

“JUST LET HER TELL THE STORY SEFFIE!!”

Selphie brought down her arm and crossed it over her chest. She stuck her tongue out at Zell. Seifer snickered.

“Let’s hold questions til the end,” Matron said. “Now, where was I…

“She came upon a village at the base of a mountain and stopped there because she heard crying. There was a child who could not sleep because they were too cold. They wandered out of their home to sit by the fire in the middle of the village, but it went out, and they couldn’t start it themselves. The Sorceress was moved by the child’s sorrow. She wanted to help them.

“’Child,’ the Sorceress said, ‘How may I stop your tears?’ The child did not answer, as the voice came from the darkness, and they were afraid. The Sorceress summoned small orbs of light from her fingertips and affixed them to roof tops and trees until she and the child could see each other clearly.

“’Child, you can see me now,’ the Sorceress said, ‘But you still tremble.’ The child did not answer, because their teeth were chattering in their mouth—they were too cold to speak. The Sorceress lit the fire pit with a flare spell and gathered bundles of pine kindling so that it would continue to burn through the night. She pulled down the clouds and knitted them into a blanket, leaving a clear December sky above. She threw the blanket over the child.

“’Child, you are warm,’ the Sorceress said, ‘But you look weak.’ The child did not answer, because all they could think about was how hungry they were. The Sorceress went to every door and woke the people, asking them to feed the child. Enchanted by the lights and warmed by the fire, they were willing to cook and share their richest food.             

“Child, you have been fed and loved,’ the Sorceress said, ‘But you still cower.’ The child tried to answer, but the roar of a Snow Lion interrupted their words. The Sorceress belted a song that echoed over the snow, scaring away all the monsters of the night. The village rose up in song and continued singing to keep the beasts at bay.

“Child, you are safe,” the Sorceress said. The child smiled.

“The village gathered together and joyously went out into the snow, no longer afraid of the dark or cold or monsters. They invited the Sorceress to stay with them, and they feasted and sang and told stories in the light, all night.

“When the morning came, the Sorceress decided it was time to leave, as she wanted to give this gift of hope to other villages, all over the world. The child became sad when the Sorceress said goodbye.

“‘Child, why do you weep?’ the Sorceress asked. And the child replied, ‘I have been so scared and so cold and so hungry and so alone for so long. What if these times come again? After you are gone? How will I know they will pass?’

“The Sorceress smiled. She used her magic to summon artifacts from the wilderness—special stones, Phoenix feathers, star fragments, crystals of all colors—and fashioned them into gifts for all the villagers to enjoy. These mementos held magic within them, to keep the villagers safe and warm and happy until she could return the following year.

“We open our homes to the Winter Sorceress, gathering together, singing the songs she sang, marching out into the snow at midnight to show we aren’t afraid. We banish the darkness with light. But, most importantly…

“Can anyone tell me what the most important thing is?”

“The gifts, obviously,” Seifer said. Quistis nudged him for being so crass.

“That we put up decorations, like the train around the tree!” Selphie suggested.

“Is it that we all hang out together? For the whole day?” Irvine guessed.

“You’re very close,” Matron said, reaching down and mussing Irvine’s hair.

The room became quiet as everyone contemplated the question. Matron’s eyes fell on quiet Squall.

“Do you know the answer?” Matron prompted.

Squall hesitated. He looked at the floor as he spoke.

“Sis always said… it’s about helpin’ people who need it.”

Matron beamed.

“That’s right. Light Night is all about giving to others. It’s kindness that keeps our nights warm and bright this time of year… Squall, since you guessed it, would you like to light the tree?”

Squall did not want to light the tree, but he also did not want to say no to Matron. He left his Moomba plush carefully propped up on a pillow and went to the wall to plug in the tree.

“Alright, on the count of three. One, two, three—!”

The plug went in, and the little plastic tree came to life, the glitter from the handmade ornaments glinting in the light of the yellow bulbs. The toy train at the base of the tree began to do its circles, its engine loudly chugging. Squall looked up at the Winter Sorceress atop the tree in her flouncy blue dress.

Everyone clapped. Selphie threw herself next to the tree, watching the train with her legs kicking in the air behind her. Quistis excitedly went into the other room to gather the ornaments they’d made earlier in the day.

After dinner, and the snow walk, and the caroling, the children went to bed. Long after their departure, Edea lingered in the living room, staring at the tree, deep in thought. Squall, as he often did, wordlessly wandered out of the bedroom and came to Matron’s side. She gathered him onto her lap and played with his hair.

“Matron, what’s wrong?”

“Light Night is just going to be very different next year… I am going to miss nights like this,” Matron mused. Then, she added more hopefully, “But… I’m sure the Winter Sorceress will find some way to bring us all together.”

“Is the Winter Sorceress real?”

Matron took a moment before answering.

“I think… I think she was a real person once. I am not sure if she’s still around. But Sorceresses are real… And some of them want to do good, just like her,” she said. “Her magic is real, Squall, and we can all use it.”

Matron chuckled at Squall’s thoughtful expression.

“Are Knights real too?”

“Oh, absolutely,” Matron grinned. She angled Squall’s face upwards and pushed his bangs out of his face. “You know what, you look a little like that movie Knight, Zefer?”

Squall gave her a rare smile.

“Seifer’s gonna be so jealous.”

---

Rinoa sat at the kind man’s feet and listened, rapt, to the tale of the Winter Sorceress.

“The moral of the story is… The magic that Sorceress uses... it’s something we all have and can give each other.”

Rinoa hopped to her feet and proudly proclaimed, “I wanna do magic!”

“That’s wonderful,” the man said. “Is there anyone you can help?”

Rinoa pondered, looking around the room, and then back at the man.

“That boy who lost his sister… you think he’d want some gifts?”

The man laughed good naturedly.

“Oh, yes, but I have many children. I run a whole orphanage! I couldn’t take something back for him and only him.”

Rinoa said nothing and started grabbing her gifts and stacking them in front of the storyteller.

“Little girl… what are you doing?”

“If you take all of these… is that enough?”

Once the man got over his shock, he requested that before she do anything, she go ask her dad if she could give her gifts away. Fury was at the door sending people off by time Rinoa came looking for him.

“DADDY!” she yelled as she barreled into his legs.

“Where have you been all night, Star Light?”

Rinoa was heartened to hear her old nickname being used again. Maybe the magic was already working.

“I want to do magic! I wanna give my gifts to that guy!” Rinoa said, dancing on her tiptoes and pointing at the man walking up the hall.

Fury searched Rinoa’s face for a moment, attempting to steady her excited squirming by putting his hands on her shoulders. Then, he looked up at who she was pointing to.

“Mr. Kramer?”

“General Caraway… Please feel no obligation. It seems your daughter has really caught the Light Night spirit.”

 “Is this what you really want?” Fury asked Rinoa.

She nodded and smiled.          

“I wanna give em’ all away!”

A smile crept across Fury’s face and his eyes sparkled in a way Rinoa had never seen before.

“Looks like the angel walked right off the tree… Alright, Star Light. Your mom would be… very proud.”

Rinoa cheered, feeling like she just lit up a tree.

---

“Anyway… that’s the story of my best Light Night. What about you guys?”

The table was silent for a long time as all eyes were trained on Rinoa.

“That was you?!” Zell shrieked, standing in his seat.

“I basically opened my entire childhood library that morning…” Quistis said in shock as she held a hand to her face.

“Dude!” Irvine exclaimed. “I didn’t get my BB gun but… hell, that’s how I got my first cowboy hat!”

“So, then it was actually a cowgirl hat?” Seifer smirked.

“A hat’s a hat!”

Rinoa looked around at her friends, and then to Squall, who was staring at her with a cool amazement.

Rinoa gasped as it all clicked together. She stared at Squall, wide-eyed.

“WAIT! That was Cid? I didn’t recognize him! So then—the little boy—”

Squall shrugged.

“I think that was the day I got my first set of Triple Triad cards.”

“That’s sooooo cuckoo bananas!” Selphie said. “I think that was my best Light Night too! Cid coming back with all those gifts… it was like magic for sure!”

Rinoa was overcome with emotion. That day, she had given those gifts away to random children in the hopes it would bring them joy. She could never have imagined the joy coming back to her, ten-fold, in the form of a Light Night with her teammates, her friends—her family.

It was magic after all.

While everyone was still reeling and talking excitedly, Squall squeezed Rinoa’s hand beneath the table.

He leaned over and whispered, “I always knew the Winter Sorceress was real.”

[silalcarin]

Squall and Rinoa actually, surprisingly, have a lot in common

No, seriously, I just randomly thought of this as I've been revisiting Final Fantasy VIII, for the first time in 20 years, over the last few weeks. Don't get me wrong, Squall and Rinoa have vastly different personalities (he's an introvert, she's an extrovert), but, outside of that, they share a lot of similarities:

Both are originally from the Galbadia region — Squall was born in Winhill; Rinoa was born and raised in Deling City.

Both lost their mothers at a very young age — Raine died after she gave birth to Squall; Julia died right before Rinoa turned 5.

Both have non-existent relationships with their fathers in the present time — in the game, Squall never directly finds out that Laguna is his long-lost father; Rinoa has been estranged from Caraway for who knows how long.

Both look more like their mothers than their fathers, in terms of physical appearance — while aboard the Ragnarok at the end of Disc 3, Kiros and Ward both comment that Squall looks very much like Raine, and that it's a good thing he doesn't look like Laguna; Rinoa is almost a carbon-copy of Julia.

Both wear a ring on a necklace — Squall wears a pendant of Griever above a cross that's reminiscent of the Cross of Saint James, as well as a ring featuring a profile of Griever, around a chain; Rinoa wears what appears to be Julia's wedding ring around a chain. In Disc 3, Squall tells Rinoa to keep the Griever ring when she willingly goes to Esthar to be self-restrained and they think they'll be separated forever (which is touched upon in bullet #7 below).

Both are strategists and leaders of their respective groups, SeeD (Squall) and the Forest Owls (Rinoa).

Both are driven, impulsive, and persistent — Squall is determined to complete the assassination mission after Irvine fails to kill the Ultimecia-possessed Edea in Deling City; he hastily saves Zell when the latter is about to be shot in the head at the D-District Prison; and there's everything he does and perseveres through to save Rinoa in Disc 3 (which I've already covered in my previous post). Rinoa is determined to liberate Timber with the Forest Owls; she hastily tries to suppress the Ultimecia-possessed Edea by herself in Deling City; and, despite being scared and knowing that she may be cryogenically frozen forever, she perseveres in her decision to seal away her Sorceress powers, prevent Ultimecia from possessing her again, and keep the world safe from her.

Both prefer to not talk or think about the future — this is made explicitly clear during the good date at the Garden Festival in Fishermans Horizon (Irish Jig/Let's Dance = Guitar, Violin, Flute, and Tap) in Disc 2, and during the romance scene in the Ragnarok in Disc 3.

Both have had a fear of isolation since they were 4 years old — Squall has suffered from loneliness ever since Ellone had to leave Edea's orphanage; dummied out dialogue (during the aforementioned romance scene in the Ragnarok in Disc 3) indicates that Rinoa has suffered from loneliness ever since Julia died and Caraway became too busy.

Welp, that's 9 similarities. I think I covered everything. I'm glad I got that off my chest. Thank you for coming to my TED Talk!

P.S. — If anyone can think of more similarities between them that I missed, please feel free to add your two cents! (Word to the wise: I have consistently kept my replies limited to only the Tumblr accounts I follow, because I don't have time for negativity of any kind.)