#doesn't help I'm raiding rn

[lesbianneopolitan]

Imagine toga in the ever after lol i think she would have a time.

honestly, the idea alone is kinda funny JKNFKGBNKFNGB

my Neo post V9 ended up eating some of the locals in some of the acres, so, I MEAN, it could end badly

[saymio]

In Ho headcanons | (NSFW)

Pairing: Hwang In-ho (player 001/the front man) x Fem!reader

Genre: headcanons, smut

Warning: dead dove do not eat, manipulation, dub/noncon, age gap, might be more but im too lazy to write it down

A/N: not proof read. thanos story in the works rn!! I have writers block so to help a little I'm making some hcs 4 this baddie (prob ooc)

hwang inho, the man that protected you from Thanos and his stupid friend during the first day of the games. he shoo'ed them away. stopping their harassment and took you with him with the rest of the group

hwang inho, the man that gives you his milk. reassuring you every time that its okay for you to have it, and it'll help you get stronger.

hwang inho, the man that checks up on you throughout the night. standing over you to make sure you're getting your nights rests. making sure no creeps try touching your delicate skin.

hwang inho, the man that lets touches linger a little longer than they should, whether its on your hands, thighs, waist..his touches feel more than platonic

hwang inho, the man that tells the guards to make sure you stay safe, to kill a player that hasn't broken the rules if they had to. anything to make sure you stay safe.

hwang inho, the man that would excuse himself to the bathroom just to touch himself to the thought of you. whether its your calm voice or plush hands that feel so soft and delicate...he just couldn't help it.

hwang inho, the man that squeezes your thighs when no ones looking...and when you express discomfort he used his past generosity as an excuse for it.

hwang inho, the man that will kiss you in the middle of the night with no warning. telling you to be quiet and take the kiss because if it were any other man it would've been worse.

hwang inho, the man that will find the perfect timing to sneak away from everyone else with you. he'll make you strip for him in the bathroom. savoring every inch of your body before he sends you away, leaving him in there alone to masturbate.

hwang inho, the man that wont let you sleep. he'll grope and squeeze your thighs, tits and ass. feeling you up while you hold in tears.

hwang inho, the man that reminds you this is your fault when you cry to him during a bathroom strip session. expressing how uncomfortable this makes you and how you don't want it anymore.

hwang inho, the man that will tell you nothing in the world is free. and your body will be the payment he receives for being so generous with you.

hwang inho, the man that gets hard thinking about your age gap. how youre only 19 and he's in his 40's..he loves it.

hwang inho, the man that slips his fingers inside of you when the lights are off, fingering you aggressively. reminding you once again that it'd be so much worse if he wasn't such a nice man.

hwang inho, the man that captures you during the raid against the guards. forcing you to stare into the eyes of your past friends as he kills them.

hwang inho, the man that keeps you as his pet after the games end. reminding you you're lucky because he spoils you with money.

hwang inho, the man that doesn't let you socialize with anyone after he's gotten his grip on you.

Another not: this one is pretty short compared to my last fic, this was to just try n get me out of writers block. expect a Thanos fic to pop up tmr. sorry if this sucked/was ooc, I tried my best T T~~

[foggieststars]

if you're interested, can i request 15 for landoscar? just so curious to read your take on it and so delighted you're doing this!! 💕💕💕

15. sexual slavery

ok i got a bit carried away with this i will admit. in my defence i'm rereading an old fav fantasy series rn and well...... it all got a bit much.....

tw for like. non consent. dark themes. etc <33

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The boy - Oscar, Jenson had told him, thrusting the chains into Lando's eager palm - doesn't look much like their usual captives. He's too pale, for a start. Most rebels that get brought in have tanned, weather-beaten skin, from a life spent tending the fields.

His hands are another tell. The skin on them is soft and callus-free, no scars to point to years spent on battlefields. Not a warrior, then. Interesting and disappointing in equal measure. Lando likes breaking soldiers most of all.

He doesn't speak to Lando, during the days that follow. Not entirely unexpected. The creatures the king keeps in his war camps are enough to turn even Lando's stomach, and their slaves spend most of their time carrying out their chores in a dazed, frightened silence. Still, they usually crack after a week at most, begging for their freedom, for Lando to put an end to their misery. He sells those ones off pretty sharpish, once they reach their breaking point.

Oscar's different. Lando gets the sense that he's not been scared into silence, so much as he is opting for silence. Lando can't have that. It betrays a wilfulness of spirit.

Lando's not an idiot. He knows he's only here as a favour from Lord Jenson to his father. He will remain on campaign for as long as Jenson's favour holds. The eagerness with which Jenson had welcomed Lando into his bed notwithstanding, Lando needs to prove his usefulness. He can't do that with errant slaves wandering around the camp, rage in their hearts and defiance in their eyes.

When Oscar drops a tray of crockery helping out in the kitchens one night, Lando seizes his chance. He has him strung up on the whipping post, five lashes for insubordination.

When he's cut down, Oscar's breathing is ragged and hitching, tears rolling silently down his face. When he looks Lando in the eyes, the rage in them is nearly unfathomable. Lando leaves him lying there in the grass, lets the other slaves bring him back to their quarters. They'll patch him up as best they can, with what little they have to offer. He'll be lucky if he doesn't die of infection. One less problem for Lando to deal with.

Later that night, undressing in Jenson's tent, Lando frowns at the flecks of dried blood on his boots. He'll have Oscar clean them, when he can walk again. Scrubbing his own blood off the supple leather might teach him a thing or two about pointless displays of resistance.

Oscar's even quieter after that, ducks his head low when Lando returns from scouting missions, goes about his chores in quiet, throbbing silence. Lando has him assigned to his own tent, so as to keep a closer eye on him. The lashing doesn't seem to have broken him, as Lando hoped it might. If anything, Oscar stands even straighter after it. Though maybe that's just to avoid tugging on the still-healing scar tissue.

Fortunately for Oscar, he's not the only slave Lando's assigned to look after. Following a particularly successful raid on a rebel camp in the north, the slave quarters are full to bursting. Like a fool, Lando lets it distract him. He breaks rebel after rebel on the whipping post, forgets to take note of Oscar's ghostly presence in his chambers.

Until, that is, one night. Jenson had been summoned to the king's tent after dinner, and shows no sign of returning soon. There's talk of rebels gathering under the banner of a boy king in the south, a pretender to his executed father's throne, in a kingdom which no longer exists. Lando won't be needed in Jenson's quarters tonight.

When he steps through the flaps of his tent, Lando catches Oscar in the act of rifling through the correspondence he keeps on his desk. Oscar straightens up coolly, pretending to be merely neatening the piles of letters on Lando’s desk. If Lando had been a mere moment later, he’d have thought nothing of it. But he’d clearly seen those slender hands clutched around a letter, affixed with the seal of the king’s hand. 

So that's what he is. It explains the pale skin, the lack of calluses. Not a warrior. A spy. 

“Find anything interesting in there?” Lando asks, his first words to Oscar. 

Oscar looks at him askance, continuing to neaten up the piles. 

Lando prowls closer, practically tasting fear in the air. “You’d have been better off examining the letters from Lord Sainz. The king’s hand has many eyes, but few that stretch as far south as Max Emelian’s territory. Supposed territory.” 

Oscar speaks, voice cracking with disuse. “I don’t know what you mean.” 

He’s got an odd accent, Lando thinks. From the very southern territories, perhaps?

“That is what you were doing, no?” Lando asks, tilting his head. He’s always been one for playing with his food. “Searching for information. About the pretender to the southern throne.” 

Oscar’s a good spy. His face betrays no emotion, other than the slight flare of his nostrils when Lando says the word pretender. 

“Yes, I think you would have found that much more interesting than whatever is in Lord Alonso’s letter. Though how you planned to smuggle it out, I don’t know. I do intend to find out.” 

Oscar’s mouth thins, likely as a result of the implied threat to his anonymous allies. Lando wonders who he’s working with. Other slaves, most definitely. But all of them, like Oscar, spend their days wrapped in chains. Their quarters are guarded by the king’s beasts. Someone else then, with money and power. A nobleman. 

Lando can see it now. The glory he’ll win, as the one to root out the rats in the camp. 

To do that, he needs information. Information he won’t be able to glean if Oscar does what Lando would do in his place. Find the nearest nobleman to offend, have his head removed from his shoulders. Anything to protect his powerful ally. 

“Or…” Lando offers, shrugging a careless shoulder. The very picture of a spoiled nobleman’s son. “There is another way.” 

Oscar’s eyebrows quirk up, betraying his interest.

Lando breathes out, slow and steady. “Kneel,” he says, and Oscar does. 

Slumping into the seat behind the desk, Lando undoes the ties of his breeches with a deft, practiced hand. He’s not had servants to dress him whilst on campaign, and with how in demand Jenson is, Lando’s had to learn to be pretty quick about getting naked. 

Pulling his cock out, Lando watches Oscar take it in. Quick, desperate little breaths, the only sign of Oscar’s clearly rising panic. 

“You know what to do with this, or do I need to show you?” Lando asks. 

Oscar’s eyes shut tight, and then open. His face empties of emotion as he shuffles closer, wraps his hand around Lando’s cock. It’s an effort not to groan at the stimulation. “I know what to do,” Oscar murmurs. Lando takes him in with assessing eyes. Pink lips, deep brown eyes, that mop of unruly hair. It’s no surprise that someone’s bent him over long before this. 

Oscar leans forward, prepared to take Lando’s cock into his mouth, when he’s stopped by the pricking of a knife at his throat. Lando smiles down at him lazily, turning the knife in a lazy motion. It makes the skin at the base of Oscar’s throat whiten. 

“No teeth,” Lando commands. “Or I’ll slit you throat to anus, and your little friend on the inside, too.” 

Oscar nods, breath warm and trembling as it hits the head of Lando’s cock. Lando pulls back just enough to let Oscar move without cutting himself open, but not so far as to let Oscar relax. It’s a struggle to maintain the position when Oscar swallows his cock to the base in one, smooth movement. 

Oh, yes. Oscar’s definitely done this before. 

Lando hitches his hips up, hits the tight ring at the base of Oscar’s throat, listens to him gag. Credit to him, Oscar takes a steadying breath through his nose, swallows around the intrusion in his throat. The wet heat is incredible. He wonders if Oscar would be so pliant on his hands and knees, too. If the warmth is in any way comparable. 

Oscar hollows his cheeks and swallows, taking Lando deeper, until Lando can see the bulge of his cockhead in Oscar’s throat. It can’t be comfortable, especially not with his collar of iron. He’s talented with his tongue, pulling back to press delicate little kitten licks to the head, pumping with his hand what his tongue can’t reach. 

“Harlot,” Lando hisses, at a particularly damning twist of Oscar’s wrist. Where had he learned to suck cock like this? Did the rebels pluck him from a brothel, decide his talents would be of more use elsewhere? 

Oscar glances up at him, eyes wet with unshed tears. He doesn’t look quite so self-possessed anymore. In fact, there’s nothing except pure desperation shining in his eyes. Whoever it is that Oscar’s trying to protect, he clearly cares for them very much. Enough to debase himself like this. 

The chains between Oscar’s feet clank on the ground when he moves. It’s taking embarrassingly little time for him to bring Lando to the brink, that sinful tongue, the slick heat. It’s all too much, too fast. Unlike the other heirs, privileged enough to be chosen for the king’s campaign, Lando doesn’t get to slink off to brothels after the endless meetings are finished for the night. Jenson requires servicing, and he’s not much of one for reciprocal lovemaking. It’s the way of the world. Lando has no doubt that in twenty years, he’ll be doing much the same with his own ward, given to him for training and protection. He doubts he’ll stoop to what Oscar’s doing for him now. 

There are tears leaking down Oscar’s face by now. Lando wonders how much of it has to do with the physical discomfort. The tears are what does it for him, pushing him over the edge. Lando comes with a broken cry, something to be embarrassed about in front of a suitor. Lando doesn’t bother to pretend in front of Oscar. He likes the way Oscar shudders as he swallows the load, the way his eyes screw tightly shut, brows furrowing on his forehead. The little trembles of Oscar’s hands as he cups his own elbows, drawing his arms tight against his body, like he’s trying to protect himself.

“That’ll do for now,” Lando says, tucking himself away with careful, measured movements. 

Oscar, kneeling still, slumps slightly. Shoulders curling in on themselves, he wipes at his mouth with a desperate air. He doesn’t get it all on the first go around, pink tongue darting out to clean the rest of Lando’s come from his lips. 

The fierceness radiating off him, the rage in his eyes - it’s gone. It takes all Lando has not to preen with victory. 

He breaks them all eventually. 

“Have your belongings moved to my tent,” Lando informs him, revelling in the way Oscar’s shoulders stiffen. “It should give me a chance to keep an eye on you.” Keep him so busy bouncing on Lando’s cock he won’t have time to slink away for a secret rendezvous with his man on the inside - until Lando wants him to, that is. 

It’ll be easy. Plant just enough information in official-looking letters that Oscar gets desperate. Until he takes the first opportunity possible to meet with his informant, unaware that Lando will have arranged it all. Lando can catch them in the act, throw the traitor at the king’s feet, and be awarded a kingdom’s ransom for the privilege. And until then, he’ll keep Oscar by his side. 

Perhaps after that, even. 

[brandwhorestarscream]

Cybermorph au( Armada)

What if we change the "dead" to "badly injured"? I saw some fans do this

The result would still be Megatron having a reality check with what happened

I'm sad and cranky rn so I'm taking it out on Starscream

I don't remember all the exact details of his death but I do know he's generally hailed as a martyr. Sacrificed himself for the greater good and all that. I'm gonna twist it juuust a bit: he has every intention to die and not just because he thinks it's a necessity. That is part of it, yes, but I like to imagine all the countless years of utter-indifference-to-downright-cruelty from Megatron has made it so he just... doesn't want to be alive anymore. He's a nuisance, an unwanted mistake: he's never done anything to help his hive and his carrier doesn't seem to love him at all. He's tolerated only because their species is already critically endangered. He's a bad morph. He's cripplingly lonely and sad. Cybermorphs are social creatures that need bonds to be healthy, and Starscream just. Doesn't have it. His mental state has spiralled out of control and has finally manifested in the ultimate amalgamation of self loathing and isolation: suicidal ideation.

He's eager--no, desperate--for the pain to finally end. And deep down, more than anything, he hopes dying to save everyone will finally, finally, earn him his carrier's pride and maybe some of his love. It's all he wants. All he's ever wanted.

He's gotten really good at filtering out his own thoughts from the hivemind over the years. Doesn't want to burden them with his angst. But as he's about to throw himself into the metaphorical fire, his filters crack and then dissolve all together: he wants them to know they won't have to tolerate him anymore, and that he's doing it for them. For him. He truly, genuinely hopes this will make his carrier happy.

Megatron suddenly freezes during his final stand off with Optimus. Prime manages to get a hit in and sends him skidding back, but notices the cybermorph queen isn't really looking at him anymore. His face has gone slack, optics wide and horrified, then he promptly turns on a dime and takes off like a bat out of hell, bellowing Starscream's name.

It's too late, though. He can't stop his foolish little morphling even with his most powerful and desperate command as the queen.

He arrives just in time to see him drop, collapsing limp and charred and terrifyingly still, his presnece from the hivemind gone and sparkpulse so faint he seems doomed to blip out before Megatron can even get his hands on him. I'm headcannoning this scene to be similar to the frozen river in Wolf Children--desperate and regretful mother shaking him, hysterical and panicking, begging him to wake up and open his optics. Megatron's lost morphlings before, so, so many before, but not like this. Never like this. They all died at the hands of the autobots, be it in battle or during the early war nest raids. This is new, this is fresh, a special kind of grief and terror he's never been subjected to before. His very last morphling just tried to kill himself. He's shocked. He's horrified. He doesn't know what to do.

Through the power of fanfic and extremely resilient cybermorphs bodies, Starscream survives, but barely. He's in a coma for several decacycles after the fact. There's extensive bodywork to put him back together and stabilize him, but he's still in critical condition. While he's unconscious, he doesn't dream. He doesn't hear anything of the outside world. There's no sensation, no feeling, no nothing. Just the abyss.

When he finally reawakens, he's very disoriented. So stiff he can't even bend his fingers at first, optics open a single micrometer and flinching against even the low light of his recovery chamber. Everything hurts. Everything. Ventilating hurts. Blinking hurts. Trying to turn his neck to look around hurts. Tears bubble up in his optics and he starts very softly sobbing, in agony and disappointed in himself all at once.

What will the queen say? He's going to be in so much trouble. How can he be such a failure that he can't even die properly?! Did they win? Are they safe? He doesn't remember, he doesn't know-

Anxiety and panic bloom in his chassis and he's about 2 seconds away from a whole ass nervous breakdown in his hospital bed.

Then, suddenly, the door opens

His helm jerks to the side to look and white hot pain flares throughout his entire body, lacing down his main spinal strut and setting fire to every single nerve ending and sensory diode in his body. It's too much and he's helpless to stop himself from crying harder, especially when he sees who's just arrived.

The cybermorph queen himself has arrived and Starscream flinches back, trying so hard to cower away from him but his body won't move the way he wants it to, he's so stiff and it hurts so bad and oh stars Megatron's going to kill him for this-

He's expecting a lot of things. For his carrier to yell at him. To ream him the worst he's ever experienced. To be banished from the hive for being so reckless and stupid, or to just be eaten for his transgression. The cybermorphs have never been cannibalistic before, but he wouldn't be surprised if that was deemed a fitting punishment for royally screwing up as much as he has. He's expecting to be ridiculed, hated, screamed at.

He's expecting anything, honestly, aside from what happens. He is in no way shape or form expecting his carrier to cross the room in a single second and throw all 4 arms around him (I uh. Recently found out xenomorph queens have 4 arms. Didn't notice that until 2 days ago. Whoops)

Starscream gasps, shock pulsing through his entire body. He's never been held like this before, never been held at all: his secondary arms are both grasping at his shoulders, holding him close. Main arms have one wrapped around his back, the other cradling his helm and tucking his face close against the queen's chassis.

He's trilling, chirping, blubbering in cybermorph speak. My Starscream, my little morph, I'm so sorry, forgive your foolish carrier for not realizing how you felt. I'm so glad you're alright, I don't know what I'd do if I lost you, but you're safe now. You're ok.

The first time he's ever been held by his carrier. The first time he's ever been spoken to so gently. The first time he's ever been told that he is loved. He doesn't have it in him to be angry, or to feel betrayed: he's so exhausted and in so much agonizing pain, all he can do is melt into the warm embrace and cry. It's the sort of crying wherein every sound is visceral, wet and painful, pouring out every bit of loneliness and devestation and every horrible thing he's had to endure over the years. He clings on, desperately, to Megatron's frame, begging him to say it again. To swear it to be true, that it's really over, that he's never going to have to feel like this again. The queen promises it easily, and holds him tight enough to dent the entire time. Purring at his last remaining morphling, swearing to protect and properly love him forever going forward. Maybe Starscream's connection to the emotional hivemind was weak, maybe it had grown numb in war, but he'd never been privvy to these feelings before. Megatron blames himself and vows to never, ever allow these mistakes to repeat.

...

I'm gonna cut this here cuz it's getting long and I'm tired. This may be exceptionally ooc but I really can't be hecked to care. If you want a follow up of this, uhhh just ask. If you have more thoughts, send em. Im going back to bed lmfao

[wheeboo]

— bias tag game *ੈ✩‧₊˚

rules: you're going to pick 10 of your biases (or as many biases as you have and then fill in the rest of the spots with idols you like) and number them 1-10. then answer the questions below! try not to look at the questions before you make your list!

thank you @fairyhaos for the tag <3

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rania's bias list:

seungkwan (svt)

wheein (mamamoo)

jeonghan (svt)

wonwoo (svt)

hoshi (svt)

jun (svt)

seulgi (red velvet)

yunjin (le sserafim)

soobin (txt)

lee know (skz)

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1. between 7 and 5, who did you bias first?

i biased my girl seulgi first :> i started stanning red velvet in between peek-a-boo and bad boy era and i literally love her sm i gay panic whenever i see her and she's so cute and quirky i fell in love instantly !!!

2. between 2 and 6, who are you more attached to?

umm,,, how dare u give me this question rn. wheein has been my ult for the past 5-6 years and i feel like i can declare us as a v chill married couple lmfao and i love her w all my heart. but tbh jun has grown so much on me and finally putting him in my bias line is just ugh <3 <3 got my heart flippin and feet kickin (it doesn't help i have like,, a lot of ideas for him in terms of wips)

3. if you were to spend the day with either 3 or 1, who would you choose and what would you do?

again... what the hell U R MAKING ME CHOOSE BETWEEN MY TOP BIASES IN SVT?? absolute insanity. ugh,, okay jeonghan ily babe but i gotta go with my fav boy seungkwan <3 i feel like he'll take me out of my comfort zone n just take me out to places n just be the most supportive person ever. like i can imagine our arms locked together while walking down the avenue or sum idfk

4. what is your favorite physical feature about 9?

his MF DIMPLES OFC. i have such a thing w dimples on my biases its actually so funny

5. what is your favorite part of 6's personality?

i just,, i love jun's quirkiness and awkwardness sometimes i always swoon over him <3 he may be quiet at times but he's such a big source of strength for not just me but for all his members. i get why they all love him sm

6. if you were to tell 8 anything you wanted, what would you tell them?

my gf yunjin KEEP BEING YOU MA'AM. do whatever you want that makes you happy. you're such a big inspo to me and so funny and talented and beautiful and all those synonyms i cannot grasp how much i love her

7. between 1 and 2, whose closet would you raid?

ohhhhh definitely wheein. our styles r very similar and honestly she's the reason why my style is like this to this day!! she has such unique fashion taste and omfg i'd love to raid clothing stores w her. altho i'd rlly love to steal some of seungkwan's sweaters,,,,...

8. what is a style that you want to see 3 try?

omfgomfg uhhh honestly jeonghan can literally pull off any damn style he wants, and im too scatterbrained rn to think of a specific style. i love his soft boy looks tho n the style/clothing he wore in berlin got me feeling some type of way yk IT SUITS HIM SO MUCH

9. between 5 and 4, who are you closer to in height?

hoshi LMAOO even tho there's barely a difference between him and wonu. they'll both still tower over me tho im only like 158cm fml

10. between 10 and 9, whose music do you like the best?

soobin n txt! i love their discography so much. some of skz songs r just not my style and i can rlly only listen to them when i'm feeling that kind of energy yk. still love them tho ofc

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tagging (no pressure!): @slytherinshua @itadorins @hannyoontify @wqnwoos @icyminghao @etherealyoungk @blue-jisungs @mirxzii @yeonjuns-redhair @rubywonu @ylliris-hanniehae @rubyreduji @toruro @weird-bookworm @planetkiimchi

[izzy-b-hands]

I'm imagining a fundraising brainstorming session post Reunion/Big Talks Completed/Etc Dramatic Things

Whole crew, assembled on the deck, where Stede admits yeah so the whole money always on tap bc I'm rich thing? No longer a thing. We do actually have to Do Pirate Stuff for money now

Cut to Buttons talking cryptically abt how he knows of a list of Secret Pirate Tasks that will really earn good money-

Lucius interrupts to note that he's ninety percent sure Buttons just means dick pics (aka below the waist sketches of various poses and things that Lucius makes, has each person autograph, then sells for ridiculous amounts at random ports. Everyone absolutely makes up fake names for their signature on these, and that's half the fun tbh)

Which no one is against, but Lucius' wrist will need rest now and again what with all the dicks and other body parts (and the sketching of them) so there's got to be something else to do in addition to that

That's where I can't decide if they just go hog wild trying and even succeeding in raiding every ship they run across, setting up some sort of additional gigs (Roach offers baked goods but only if everyone takes shifts helping bake bc he should not have to do all that work alone and he's right and he should say it, Wee John suggests setting up a booth wherever they stop to offer sewing/darning/etc fabric repairs, Fang mentions Ye Olde Hot Topics are always hiring so if they stay near a safeish port for a week or two they could make some extra that way, Black Pete could absolutely make bank whittling things like I myself would be in line for something from him, etc)

or

or

some combination of all the above which gives the delightful moments of

'oh god our ship is being raided by these two terrors and their crew and wait. Wait. The guy holding a cleaver to my neck rn definitely sold me an amazing layer cake two ports back; hey, before u kill me can I pay to have one sent to my family with a note that I'm dead? Yeah? Okay, cool, someone get a pen or just write this in my blood on the deck i guess-'

And Roach would agree to it. Lucius would take down the address and write up the receipt (and the oh god im so sorry im dying at sea and leaving my family alone note to go with the cake) and they'd all be dividing up loot at the end as well as logging random sales made during the raid aksjdjfngg

And somehow they're still barely breaking even and if it weren't for Ed's previously earned funds (he starts sneaking personal financial tips into his pillow talk with Stede each night, and at first Stede hates it but then he's Pavlov'd into getting hard whenever Ed discusses budgeting, and that does make such conversation much more enjoyable for him at least)

like. they wouldn't be wholly Fucked, but it would be a much more nervous situation and everyone is just boggled that Stede doesn't seem to Get that.

But he's eager for all the side gig ideas at least, and even helps (aka he does his best, he's trying to learn how to do the work available to them, even if it isn't always the most amazing result aksndjf)

I like to think he'd eventually realise he has stuff he can offer too, like, maybe he's got a decent hand for fixing the binding of books (bc he's never trusted anyone other than himself, Ed, and the crew with his books tbh, and that v much includes repairs to them.)

Just. Lil guy, sitting by Wee John who's got a sewing project in hand that'll be picked up by end of day, and the same customer left one old much loved book with Stede to be fixed and it's his first customer and he Will Not Fuck This Up

and Frenchie and John are desperate not to giggle (with love) over how nervous he is as they chill beside him and sew away bc like

he's actively sweating with worry but his hands are moving and fixing and reglueing and whatnot with him barely even having to think abt it bc he's so used to doing this particular thing

He doesn't need to worry so much abt this particular thing! Their entire financial situation, yes, but this particular task he actually has some mastery over and everyone wants to see him acknowledge it!!! Not just for his self esteem but bc then he'll promo himself more and hopefully make more fucking money aksndkfng

[sl33py-g4m3r]

The goldenhgo (?) that I built actually let me solo the primarina raid~~~ First raid and I didn't get blown out of the tera den~~~

Now I wonder if I can help my sibling to easily beat the raid by helping or lending out the pokemon I built; cause I'm pretty sure with both of us possibly dying and the timer going down quite fast as I have to set up TWICE, that the pokemon might only be for solo runs....

Gonna share the build anyway~~ Not mine just found on the internet and copied ...

Goldhengo, steel tera type, bottle capped in every stat except attack, max evs (?) sp. atk, sp. def, Shell bell item (that I learned later that I actually forgot to give it, but won anyway), with the moves Flash cannon; that'll be your main source of damage after buffs and screen, nasty plot, use as needed to boost your sp. atk as you need, light screen to reflect sp. attacks damage; set up again when it wears off, i couldn't tell and took almost half damage repeatedly before being like "has the screen wore off and I didn't realize?" set up again and it doesn't fail "oh ok", and recover to use as needed along w shell bell to recover health.

So If the above was a mess;

Gholdengo

tera type: steel

modest nature

evs max sp. atk, sp. def

good as gold ability

bottle capped for max ivs in every stat but attack

level 100

Flash cannon

Nasty Plot

Light Screen

Recover

set up screens first turn, nasty plot to boost sp. atk 3x, do again as necessary if primarina takes buffs away, use recover as needed, set up screens as needed, flash cannon 3x, terastrilize, keep flash cannon until you win with additional set up if necessary.

Was level matched with it and still won the raid first try~~~ I thought I'd lose at least once~~~

The timer goes really fast in 7 star raids... Didn't think I'd make it alone. But then again maybe having a partner who dies a lot in the raid would make us together lose the raid? idk... Wanna help my sibling get it too but they're not playing pokemon rn...

First solo 7 star raid~~~~

Still kinda sad it's not my own setup and I got it from someone online... but it rocks for this~~~

[winterrrnight]

you look at the fence separating you. it's chain link, easy enough to climb. there's barbed wire placed on the top, fashioned together with zip ties, but plenty of space for you to fit between.

just the third paragraph in and the scene has been set SO WELL i just think I'm actually there like wow-

“she did pretty good.” one of the men in the auditorium hums from the seats as the one who took of your blindfold exits down the stairs to join them. “got to the fence. most people don't even get that far.”

They're making it sound like it's an audition for a play or something 😭😭😭😭

him. the infamous leader of the compound. you've never seen him or even heard his name, but he has a reputation from the bit of gossip you've managed to pick up. cruel. not bloodthirsty or barbaric like some of the men under him, but unflinching in his standards. refusing to give out any sort of help or aid even if a mother is on her knees begging at the fence.

sounds sm like rafe 😀 okay my guess rn is that that's rafe, so we'll see if I'm right or wrong lol

you also know every time the compound men leave on a raid, they're looking for more than just food. someone. someone that the leader lost. presumed dead, just like most of the people after the aliens came, but that doesn't stop him from looking.

omg :(

“rafe!” you scream, shooting up from the chair. tears are already streaming down your cheeks as you run, sprint as fast as you can across the stage, rafe also breaking into a run as you take the stairs so fast you're worried you'll fall.

OH MY GOD 😭😭😭😭 I would fr cry my eyes out OMG

you. you're the one. not a son or a sister, but the person the compound men were looking for.

I CANT RN I REALLY CANT OMG 😭😭

you should have known rafe would get himself into some sort of leadership position even after the apocalypse. he might not be the most well versed in combat or shooting, but he can lead and throw commands around like he was born for it.

LITERALLY i was legit thinking the same thing like he's MADE to lead

“it's real, baby.” rafe sighs with relief as he strips off the weapons, placing them at the table near the door before stripping off his fatigues until he's just in a plain white tshirt and shorts, looking just like the boy you knew before the end came.

😭😭🫠🫠🫠

oh i absolutely loved this ugh soooo good 🥹🥹💗💗

the compound part one

words: 2k

warnings: alien apocalypse au!, violence, reader gets injured, hunger/starvation, mentions of death

you take a deep breath as your eyes focus on the pile of supplies. you know it's bait. you know it's purposely set up near the border of the compound to entice thieves, that someone elses eyes are likely on it right now.

but you have no choice. your stomach growls. you can see canned food. it's been so long since you had something from before. you've resorted to killing wild animals and gathering as much edible berries and plants as you can find, but even those are hard to come by. everything is hard to come by.

you look at the fence separating you. it's chain link, easy enough to climb. there's barbed wire placed on the top, fashioned together with zip ties, but plenty of space for you to fit between.

your eyes adjust as darkness falls, glad your hiding spot is shielding you from most of the wind. now that winter is rolling through the north carolina woods, you need to come up with a new plan. whether it's moving south or finding others to survive with that you trust enough to not kill you for using their resources or leaving you behind as alien bait.

a cloud passes over the moon, sending the world into even further darkness. you don't allow yourself time to second guess, shooting forward as fast as your legs can carry you, praying that your speed makes up for the sound as you scurry over the fence.

you groan when in your haste you cut your leg on the barbed wire, but you have no time to stop and see if the gash is deep.

you make it to the stack of supplies seemingly without notice, but the second your hands touch the box of canned food, a floodlight illuminates the yard of the compound.

“shit.” you allow yourself to mutter a curse word, picking up the small box and tucking it under your arm as you head towards the fence, knowing the other side means safety. 

“stop!” someone shouts from behind as you begin to climb, moving slower now that you have less mobility of one arm.

you let out a scream when someone grabs your leg, you try to kick them away, but then your other foot is grabbed, being pulled down by compound men. you struggle the best you can, even dropping your precious cans of much needed food in hope it hits one of them, but your hands can only hang on for so long before you succumb to their pulling, falling backwards with a thump, head hitting the ground and darkness enveloping you.

--

your head pounds as you try to blink your eyes open before realizing that they're covered by a blindfold. 

what a shitty way to go out, you think to yourself. blindfolded and gagged by compound men. at the end of the world, you don't meet your end in an aliens bite but rather from other humans.

it makes you question if along with the apocalypse people lost their humanity, or if they're just finally able to show their true colors without the expectations of society.

you slowly become more aware of your body. your hands are restricted behind your back to some kind of chair. your fingers reach out to touch the rope and then the chair, sighing when it's cold and smooth. wood you could possibly break, but you have no chance with metal.

your feet aren't restricted. you try to feel around for anything, but the floor around you seems clear.

you consider tipping your chair over, but you have a feeling that would only result in more pain for you.

“you awake?” the question is asked. it's a male voice, of course. it's widely known the compound is almost completely male. only a few rare women have ever been seen behind the fence. you're not sure what their recruitment process is, but you've heard whispers that they bring impressive people in. people that try to steal from them and get caught or defend their stash when the compound men leave on their raids.

you thrash in your seat since you're not able to respond. no use delaying the inevitable. if they're going to kill you, you don't want to wait around for it to happen.

“good.” the voice says, and then all of a sudden the blindfold is tugged off your eyes. it takes you a second to adjust before you can properly look around the room, realizing you're up on a stage, auditorium seats in front of you with a few men in them, all heavily armed.

you realize quickly that the military base the compound men took over must have had some sort of stage for speeches, and that you're now center spotlight.

“she did pretty good.” one of the men in the auditorium hums from the seats as the one who took of your blindfold exits down the stairs to join them. “got to the fence. most people don't even get that far.”

you try to tune out their words, eyes sweeping from some sort of escape, or help. you've learned not to rely on human help after the aliens came, but you might not have any choice.

“yeah, but she got caught.” one man huffs out.

“shit, billy, shut up. we need more women around here.” a new man says, his eyes feeling predatory as he looks over your body, making you press your thighs tightly together. you manage to look to the side to realize there's an armed man on either side of the stage, tucked slightly into the wings, but their dark eyes on you.

“we shouldn't even be arguing.” the man who untied your blindfold says. “wait for him.”

him. the infamous leader of the compound. you've never seen him or even heard his name, but he has a reputation from the bit of gossip you've managed to pick up. cruel. not bloodthirsty or barbaric like some of the men under him, but unflinching in his standards. refusing to give out any sort of help or aid even if a mother is on her knees begging at the fence.

you've heard from some that he doesn't care, you've heard from others that it's because his men come first.

you also know every time the compound men leave on a raid, they're looking for more than just food. someone. someone that the leader lost. presumed dead, just like most of the people after the aliens came, but that doesn't stop him from looking.

your heart breaks for him despite his cruelty. you wonder if it's a son. a daughter. a sister, mother or wife.

you refuse to let your mind turn to the ones you lost. you weren't close with your parents when it happened, but your friends… your boyfriend. you shake your head, willing the thoughts to leave. no use getting emotional right at the end.

you hear footsteps, the men scattered around the first few rows moving to situate themselves, sitting a little straighter, making sure their makeshift uniforms are done properly.

the doors at the back of the auditorium open. you wait for the figure to step out of the darkness, the emerge from the shadow from the mezzanine above.

“untie her. now.” the voice rings out, so familiar it hurts as the men from the wings move quickly to undo your gag. you feel the sudden coolness of a blade against your wrist, but it slashes away at the rope.

the man is moving quicker now, your eyes widening when you realize who he is.

“rafe!” you scream, shooting up from the chair. tears are already streaming down your cheeks as you run, sprint as fast as you can across the stage, rafe also breaking into a run as you take the stairs so fast you're worried you'll fall.

“y/n!” rafe yells out as you reach each other. you're lifted into the air behind him, sobs racking your body as you press your face into his neck, legs wrapping around his hips.

“you're alive!” you can hear the disbelief in rafes voice. 

“i-i thought you were dead rafe.” you whimper into his neck, pressing kisses to his skin between the words. “i came to tanneyhill after they arrived and it was-” you can't finish your sentence. partly because the pain of having to describe what happened to tanneyhill, the home you spent so much time at. but mostly you don't finish because rafe sets you down, moving your head out from his neck to press his lips against yours.

you sigh with relief before kissing back, hands fisting in his uniform, just now realizing how bulky his clothing is, various weapons hanging from them.

“i-i love you so much.” you tell rafe, pressing your fingers against his cheeks, the plains of them still as smooth as you remember. you look into his eyes. it's the same rafe, your rafe, but at the same time he's different. clearly hardened by the apocalypse, aged quicker from the stress.

“i love you.” rafe kisses you again. “i never stopped looking for you.”

you. you're the one. not a son or a sister, but the person the compound men were looking for.

“i-i didn't know you were here.” you wish you saw rafe out on a raid, but just like everyone else in the north carolina woods, you scatter when the compound men leave their base, almost as much of a threat as the aliens are.

“otherwise you wouldn't have stole from me, huh?” rafe smirks, making you giggle. he clearly hasn't lost his sense of humor.

he pulls you close to his chest as he looks to his men. “dismissed. i will be in my chambers. no disturbances unless it's an emergency.”

the men instantly scatter. rafe waits until they all leave before turning to look at you, hands skirting down your body to your wrists. he sighs deeply when he sees the marks from the rope, red and bleeding in some places.

“let me get you cleaned up.” rafe says, and you just nod. it feels surreal to finally be back with him, your boyfriend who you could have sworn was dead. you didn't stay long in the outer banks, not with the limited resources of an island, but you looked every day for rafe to see if he somehow survived the aliens before you fled into the woods.

you feel like your eyes are still glazed over as rafe leads you out of the auditorium, promising you a full tour of the compound later as he moves swiftly down the halls, two men walking in front of him and two men behind him.

you should have known rafe would get himself into some sort of leadership position even after the apocalypse. he might not be the most well versed in combat or shooting, but he can lead and throw commands around like he was born for it.

“this is my- our chambers.” rafe pushes the door open, the four men remaining outside as rafe leads you in. it's surprisingly comfortable inside, suddenly feeling like you're in a home rather than a military base.

“i-i think i may have died when i fell off the fence. there's no way this is real.” you genuinely have to run your hands along your arms, pinching yourself to make sure you aren't dreaming.

“it's real, baby.” rafe sighs with relief as he strips off the weapons, placing them at the table near the door before stripping off his fatigues until he's just in a plain white tshirt and shorts, looking just like the boy you knew before the end came.

as he steps closer, arms wrapping around you and allowing you to relax into his hold, reality comes rushing to you. you try to keep your cries quiet, but in no time sobs are racking your body, rafe lowering you both to the ground as you cry, loud sobs, even interlaced with screams from all the horrors you saw surviving without him. you let it all go, finally safe enough to.

rafe doesn't say anything, just holds you until your cries lessen and you pass out, exhaustion pulling you to sleep.

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[simplyasimpformen]

Dream(xreader) HC's that plague my mind whenever I wanna sleep.

Since bro is tall as shit, he'd use you as something to lean on(if you're short af that is)

If you're tall(his height or taller) he'd definitely joke around and pretend to be intimidated by you.

I assume all of you have seen his face by now and have noticed that he almost always wears those cute lil cat beanies.

He'd definitely force- *ahem* have you wear them.

He would definitely have you model for his merch.

Bro would prolly wake you up at 3 am for pancakes.

He'd pretend to be hurt whenever you choose patches over him and show more affection towards her rather then him.

My guy would definitely take you and Drista on trips to the mall.

"get in bitch- we're going shopping"

If you have a dog, Dream would definitely offer to take it on walks and/or play with it 24/7

If you have a cat, he would arrange a lil kitty date with patches and your cat.

If you have a bird, he'd probably try to teach it how to say random shit, or how to curse.

If you have any reptilian pets, he would ask very nicely to hold it and/or pet it.

Bro doesn't fear shit.

You two would have lil game nights and spend your time together playing Minecraft, Mario kart, Mario party and other games.

If you have insomnia or struggle with falling asleep I feel like he'd stay up till he's certain you're asleep before going to bed himself.

If you sleep a lot, he would try and learn your sleep schedule and try to sleep at the same times you do and wake up when you do so that you two can spend more time together.

He is a lot like Sapnap I feel and would randomly as you to go with him to gas stations and buy snacks or sum'

You and Drista definitely team up on his ass whenever he's annoying or just for amusement.

Which includes threatening him with dirty silverware.

Busting into his room while he's streaming has become a regular thing, and to say that the chat loves you is an understatement.

Chat actually look forward to your little visits, because it always makes the streams 100% funnier.

Tommy definitely made a video named "I spoke to Dreams Lover"

You sneaked on his Minecraft acc and logged onto the SMP while Tommy was streaming, and that's how you two met ig

Tommy didn't who tf you were at first and thought you were some random ass mf who broke into Dreams house or hacked his acc

But after you explained to Tommy, he got super fucking excited and asked you dumbass questions, like if Dream ever shat the bed.

You and Sapnap would play Dreams songs in the car while he's driving and just absolutely fucking butcher the lyrics just to irritate Clay.

You were sat in the room next to his office during his Duel against Techno and comforted him when he lost.

If you have an actual job and make good money, you won't ever ask him for money, like at all, but bro still decides to spoil tf out of you.

If you don't have a job and are studying something in college or university, he would support you and help you study for exams.

If you're a streamer as well, he would definitely donate dumb af messages to you, asking you if you've ever ate sand or sum' stupid shit like that idk

After his streams he makes extra sure to always raid you if you're streaming.

Bro got mad once when you went on a Love or Host for Minx.

You and Minx are best friends(shh, don't even try and say otherwise)

You, Dream, Minx and George went on a little double date in Minecraft, which ended up just terrible.

Minx spat on George, Dream pissed himself, George fell asleep and you probably passed out due to a cocaine overdose

Anyway- that's all, idk what else to put honestly. Low-key wanna make a Schlatt one of these since I'm watching some of his old VODS rn.

[amazinglyegg]

any general headcanons for carrington ?

he is . my favorite fictional man rn . hope you don't mind me taking advantage of the fact that you like him as well and your asks always being open BKDCJSXBSN

Dude I LOVE seeing you in my asks dw!!! I haven't thought about my blorbo Carrington in so long I'm going to have fun with this <3<3<3

Doctor Carrington Headcanons!

Okay let's get this out of the way: he's not just an asshole for the sake of being an asshole!

The dude's so damn stressed all the time! Especially after what happened at Switchboard, he feels responsible because he's the second in command

That's one of the reasons Des trusts him so much. He's not good at lying or recon work but he is good at self-dicipline, planning, and being the only mature one.

Although I feel like he's always been a bit moody, even before all that

Given that everyone other than Des and PAM are basically children with guns (looking at you especially, Deacon) he ends up feeling like a parent to most of the other agents

And he really hates feeling like a parent

This is a bit out there so bear with me, but at some point before he joined the Railroad he managed to help a child. Maybe one who survived an Institute raid on a settlement? They were the only survivor and he took them under his wing.

Despite his best efforts the child died from a preventable cause, like an infection

It really hit him hard and despite his trauma around helping vulnerable people (especially children) he became a doctor so others wouldn't have to suffer like the kid did

Then the Railroad contacted him and you know the rest

He prefers working in the Railroad over anywhere else, though. He's very introverted and appreciates the familiar faces and quiet work environment, plus most agents tend to respect him purely because he's been working there for ten or more years

He has dyslexia. Don't know where this headcanon came from. I think it was me projecting onto him but then I made it Canon In My Mind when I vaguely mentioned it in my Carrington fic (heed the tags if you're gonna read)

He gets headaches often due to his dyslexia and the ridiculous amount of paper work he has to go through (where does Des even get all that paper and ink!?), plus a fair share of sleep deprivation, dehydration, stress...

Deep down he worries a lot for the other agents. If Glory dies (I refuse to let Glory's death be canon in my mind, hence the if) it permanently messes with him and his self worth

He gives off angry Sudoku player vibes. Glory or Des will be like "chill out it's supposed to be relaxing" and Carrington is losing his mind like "where the HELL do I put the DAMN FIVE"

A lot of fanon says him and Deacon genuinely hate each other but I really disagree

He respects Deacon a lot and recognizes that he does a lot more behind the scenes than anyone knows, but he also realizes just how much of a martyr he is and just how little he cares about his own health

In the past, whenever Deacon came back hurt or sick, Carrington would try to convince him to slow down, stop running into danger, and even open up about his problems. Needless to say it didn't work.

They've got something alike to a friendship going, though. Deacon teases him, all in good fun, and Carrington doesn't point out when he's limping around HQ, or when he "borrows" a stimpack or two from his desk. He just leaves out painkillers and antibiotics in hopes Deacon with "borrow" those, too.

I'm very... partial on his relationship with Tom or Des

I feel like Tom's got A Lot Going On and it's kinda fucky that the Railroad seemingly caused his schizophrenia (?) to develop and ignored it because they needed him?

Although if anything it sounds like Carrington was worried about his health and Des was the one to ignore it, hopefully out of ignorance and not purposfully. I can't imagine Des knowingly letting Tom fall into drug addictions and paranoia, and Carrington is vocal enough that he probably would have argued with Des if he knew it was getting that bad as well

I like to think he keeps a close eye on Tom either way. He's always trying to pick up books on mental health because he's mostly focused on physical health in his day to day life, and he's taught Tom some grounding strategies over the years.

[haleigh-sloth]

I get what you're saying, but was attacking the hospital really pointless? To save kurogiri and gain a tactical advantage?

I mean, looking at it another way (now confirmed by the leak chapter pictures) kurogiri was really there. The heroes put the most valuable and highest profile target they have in that civilian filled hospital...that seems like it should really be a bigger deal in story that they went that route.

Because it almost seems intentionally cruel, how bad a decision that is, if the goal was protecting the innocent people? Because why did kurogiri have to stay there? Why didn't the heroes put him somewhere, anywhere else and announce they moved him, if only just to lessen the chances of the hospital being attacked?

The more one looks at it from a strategic point of view, the worse it looks on the heroes, even ignoring everything with the mutants. Do you feel the same or differently?

Oh I don't disagree it was a completely stupid decision on the heroes' part. It was. But are we going to get that addressed? It certainly doesn't seem like it.

What we're being told is "They're attacking a hospital with innocent people inside and aren't thinking about the collateral damage." That is what we're being told. Yes, to get Kurogiri back, there is an objective. But again, we're being told that other people are being dragged into it who don't need to be. There wasn't a point to be made that they're just ignoring the patients and staff (who may have put up a fight) and heading straight for Kurogiri and making sure not to hurt anybody in the process. I have a hard time believing that if anybody in the hospital tried to stop them, they'd go soft on them.

And dude, they literally stopped in their tracks JUST this chapter. Spinner was the only one moving by the end. Which means the rest of them (well not all of them, but a number of them) suddenly thought twice about what they were doing (I know Spin is machia'd rn so I'm not saying he's the only one who isn't thinking about this). Shouji's criticisms of their actions are being upheld.

I just--I have some issues with how this is being presented. I don't want to think there is an ill-intended message behind anything, like intentionally trying to put a shit idea out into the universe, but...

I'm not particularly hung up on the decision to attack/raid the hospital. The villains have been lashing out in ways that don't benefit anybody--least of all themselves--the entire story. It's not just this group of people. It's how they're written: angry, done trying to reason with the other side, feeling hopeless, and vengeful. Them attacking a hospital is pretty on par with what the other villains have been doing the whole time, and it's certainly not the most damaging thing the villain side has done lol. But when I saw people pointing out that frustration with the writing of the villains’ actions (specifically this group), I couldn't help but agree to an extent with why they are frustrated. However, that's honestly the least of the issues here. We're given so many reasons to be sympathetic to their reasons. We're supposed to feel sympathy--the story calls for it. It asks for it from readers.

And I won't say that their grievances in the story are completely ignored? They're not, imo. But out of all of the main villains so far, this particular plot point has been the most sloppily handled. It wasn't given the same amount of time and development as the other parts of the story. Half of the resolution is dependent on a character who has had 0 development until this FINAL arc, so it's just being thrown in our direction.

I say this as someone who thinks BNHA has decent writing in a lot of other areas, most areas. I'm not one of those people who just fucking hates on the manga non-stop and can't accept the flaws that come with it. But when I read a chapter and my first reaction is "YIKES", that tells ME that..it's not good.

[j-saying]

For some reason, it doesn't let me share this. I had a long answer.

Shortly: look at photos and inconsistently.

The ministry in Gaza declares "500 dead, hundreds under the rubble".

In the photos from the explosion area, all I see is some burnt cars (that suits explosion), but no rubble. Also no sight for emergency workers or anything.

I hope this helps.

Good job for doing your research!

But also remember that EVERYONE is biased -

In this case especially Al-Jazeera and Gazan reports that are known to lie before about who and how many died. Also Israeli (government/IDF).

And what "people say". Who are this people? What's their agenda?

(don't just trust me - I'm also biased!)

In this case, what seal the deal for me is the way:

1. Headlines sudden changes

You see it in all media websites, but I'll take Al Jazeera, bc least chance of them biased in favour of Israel.

Al-Jazeera's headlines suddenly changed from "What we know so far about the deadly Israeli attack on a Gaza hospital"

To "What we know so far about the deadly strike on a Gaza hospital".

Secondly, the "Palestinian officials says... an Israeli air raid". It's obviously come out like "the officials say '500 dead' in Israeli attack".

But I'm pretty sure the whole thing is a quote - officials says '500 died in AN Israeli raid'. This way, no one can tell them anything about journalism ethics - since they just quote what the man said!

(Also, I'm pretty sure they would write it as "officials says 500 dead in THE airstrike".)

2. Word rephrase:

Third thing - notice the shift from "attack" to "strike"?

The difference is that strike is neutral - no intention. You don't write it about someone that did it purposely.

You do, however, write it that way if it wasn't the person you blamed in first place. (20.10 - edit this paragraph)

Oops. (/Sarcasm. Bc I'm so f mad that it either this or scream, and loud noises is a big NO in my area rn.)

But hi! Don't just listen to me!

Remember - EVERYONE is biased.

Do your research, check -

Or at least rb this so ppl can add their knowledge and either correct me or learn the truth.

Thank you!

May your day be peaceful 🌻

^ my confusion around the al ahli hospital, can anyone help?

[sporadicthingcollection]

I'm super crampy rn and feeling sorry for myself, so it made me wonder... Would Cad take care of Irno when she's on her period? Or would he run and hide?

I'm so sorry to hear you're going through it. Painful period solidarity. ���😔

Unlike many other Near-Human species, Zeltron women don't have a menstrual cycle. They have an estrus cycle, where the endometrium is reabsorbed if conception doesn't occur.

However, sometimes there's a post-estrus "crash" as the estrus hormones suddenly nosedive and the body gets a shock. The symptoms mimic a period: cramping, fatigue, upset stomach, and occasionally bloody discharge. It's nothing unusual and happens to every Zeltron woman once in a while, especially when they're young.

It only lasts a day or two, but it's a pretty miserable time. The prescription is bed rest and painkillers. Old wives claim that a special tea made of cinnamon and ginger supposedly helps, but the science is somewhat lacking there.

As for Bane, he'd take care of her. Not waiting on her hand and foot, but making sure she's not dead and that she's eating.

Not because he cares or anything. Nope. Nuh-uh. It's only because he doesn't want to hear her whining. That's it.

---

Bane looks up as the door opens and Todo putters into the room with a tray. "Took ya long enough."

"I cannot change the speed at which water boils, Mr. Bane," the droid says with a huff. "Nor can I make herbs steep faster."

The lump amongst the pillows moves, and you poke your head out. The circles under your eyes are still dark, and your face alarmingly pale. You glance between him and Todo, and then try to burrow back into your cocoon.

He grabs the edge of the blanket and peels it back, exposing your face to the air. You grumble at him in Zeltrian and pull a pillow over your head.

He shakes his head. "Look, girlie, ya wanna feel better or not?" he asks.

"No," you mumble. "Leave me here to die."

"Not in my bunk, ya ain't." He grabs the pillow from your face and tosses it away. You cross your arms and pout at him as he takes the mug of tea from the tray. He holds it out to you. "Drink."

The pout fades slightly as you sit up and take it. You give it a sniff, then frown. "...is this cramp caf?"

He nods. "Had Todo raid yer spice cabinet. Now drink so I don't have to listen to ya whine."

You huff, but take a sip. Your expression relaxes immediately, and you drink deeply from the mug, not stopping until it's drained.

He takes it and sets it back on the tray. "Can I bring ya up to yer bed now?"

You blink. "But I'm so comfy in your... your pillow nest," you say.

Instinct overrides his conscious thought. Mate sick. Nest safe. Keep mate in nest.

Biting back a sigh, he lays the blanket back over you. "Get 'er a hot water bottle to cuddle," he tells Todo.

If the droid had proper eyes, he'd have rolled them. "I'm not a butler droid..." he mumbles to himself as he exits.

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[crouteann]

Hey there!! I've noticed you've been posing some FFXIV content (which I adore) and I was wondering if you could show us your WoL, pretty please?

@a-soulless-lime THIS IS THE BEST ASK EVERRRR YESSSS!!! I've actually got a few characters I play on!!!! This is Aurix-- in game his last name is "Lothtor" bc I blindly named him but since making him I've made him a Kha :D he's a... bimbo, very sweet. I got through the game on him first in 2020 and even though I don't play on him much anymore he is so so special to me! I think of him as my WOL proper. Last two pics are him and his childhood best friend from the Steppe, Khaidu (who I'm doing a commission of rn!)

Annnd this is U'dhiya Virphi. I made him when I started savage raiding with Davey + my static in 2021! DC travel didn't exist so I had to uh.. start over lol. He was a catboy, but once they released bunnies.. I mean, come on!!! He's very socially inept and brusque, is better at fighting and going on odd adventures than negotiating and talking to people in general. Sometimes I imagine him as a miqote with this face and height, though I think he'd be more muscular than bunboy physiques allow lol. Unlike Aurix he doesn't emote a lot. Like Aurix he hates wearing shirts LOL. I think of Dhiya like a gleaner who absconded from sharlayan back to the sagolii desert and got wrapped up in helping out the WOL.

Sometimes I trans his gender for fun

Catgirl for Edens Promise last year and Bungirl for Abyssos :D

Aaaand Dhiya and Ahte'li, his husband (Davey, my IRL wife's WOL LOL)

This is probably way more than you bargained for lol!!! I love FFXIV a LOT, more than I've ever loved a FF game. I raid as a reaper right now but I was a Warrior for Eden's Promise and I'm thinking of switching to Samurai for the last tier of Pandaemonium, oops. NO BUFF ALIGNMENT ONLY STICKER COLLECTION... Aurix is on Adamantoise, Dhiya is on Lamia, and I have Finn Fflannidan, the bunboy version of my most beloved OC, on Goblin :,D I would add him to this post but it's already sooo long!!! I mainly am using him to re-play the game and see what I missed the first time!

[armadil-lo]

idk why but my, like, default mood for the last few days between conversation and when i'm alone has been something kind of simmering just above sad ? i feel like i need to do something really cathartic and have a good cry maybe but i have no idea what

[kittenwhiskers]

My mha OC doesn't have a Japanese name yet sadly, and a Random generator called her Emery so that's what i'm going with rn :P

She's got a bit of history bc (I couldn't stop myself) and bc of that she's a bit of an anti-hero mixed with being a hero-in-training. She's a third-year Support Course student who is also allowed to take part in Hero Course training and activities.

Her main job though is checking the security and equipment around the school, and proof-checking the gear made by the students (*cough*HATSUME*cough*). She does a special work study with the Police and helps aid a group with the Yakuza raid...

Oh yeah her quirk! It lets her see exactly how something works, but it only works on non-living things. Its strongest point is Electrical items (hence keeping tabs on security) but she can use it for more mechanical items, she just won't get as strong results.

Whewww okay i'm sorry, that was alot! Hope this didn't bug you! Also i'd be more than willing to send a picrew of her i did, if you'd like to see it? 👉👈

-Caramel >_<

LEMME SEE THE BABY