#dont judge it drew this on the fly

[kulai]

REPOST! because i forgot to add tags since i was sleep deprived sawrry

based on ch.17 of chaos for the fly by @laylajeffany!! fed me wenclair for months and im still not halfway done. if you want a genuinely good long read, go check it out!! :DD (more under the cut)

[hide-your-bugs-away]

hearing Alan talk about how much he liked Albert Grossman and Eric talk about how much he liked Brian Epstein makes my tiny emotional brain implode like GHGhHhh the Animals' actual manager was Not Good!!!!!!! they were actively looking at the managers of their contemporaries and wished they could've had that instead!!!!!!! 🥹

[lovingapparition]

Okay I saw that requests are open!! *Happy dance*

Okay so what about Eldritch!König and you frequent the beach? (I am practically a jellyfish from how much I like to be in the water and every time Im floating I can't stop my mind wondering to a certain masked man who may or may not have tentacles underneath said mask-

DONT JUDGE ME

-with love, ✨🌟⭐💫

please. i love this. i was eating this up AS i was writing it. i went a little buckwild, sorry!

The smell of sunscreen and the ocean in the air, the heat of the sun on your shoulders, the coolness of the ocean lapping it away. The perfect way to spend any and all of your free time. On the dryer part of the beach you've got all of your necessities tucked neatly beneath an umbrella. Your cooler, bag, and clean clothes all ready for you. Somewhere in the mix is a small pail of cool rocks and shells you've been collecting.

You'd come alone today, but it didn't feel lonely. People with their friends and families walking, splashing, and chatting around you. The sound of the gulls flying above, looking for the unwitting victim to snatch a snack from. Waist deep in the shallows, your own feet visible to you in the clear water, you couldn't help but feel at home. This was where you were supposed to be.

You're skating your hands over the surface of the water, sending ripples over it's surface as you carefully walk through the water. The ocean was beautiful, but it was easy to slip or step on a sharp rock. You'd learned that lesson too many times. It's when you're bending to examine a particularly weird clump that you can't help but feel.. seen. Watched. It was a given, considering you were dressed for the beach, but this feeling was off. It pinged some buried part of your lizard brain.

From a cursory glance of the shore, you couldn't really pick out anything in particular at first. Just families with their excited kids and mopey teens. Some ways off from you, closer to the shore, is a man. How you hadn't noticed him before was honestly kind of baffling, all things considered.

He was tall. Even from a distance it seemed like his shadow was stretching on and on. You figured the heat had to be playing tricks on your eyes, maybe you needed to get into the shade for awhile. What actually caught your attention was the black hood and clothes he wore. His face had to be hot as hell in that thing, you couldn't even imagine.

As you waded in his direction to get out of the water, you wondered if he was some kind of athlete based on the muscular build he had. Who knows, athletes do weird shit all the time, who were you to judge?

It wasn't until you were a few strides away from him that you realized he'd been intently watching you slowly inch back to the shoreline. Even from the distance still between you, his eyes were so blue. As if they were made of the ocean itself. You stared for an awkward second too long, enough that he tilted his head at you. It looked like something shifted beneath the mask, just slightly. You blinked once, watching it happen again.

Ugh, this heat. It was too much. You were starting to sweat, the brightness of the sun boring down on you now that you weren't so deep in the water. It must be bad if you were seeing things now. Dragging the back of your hand over your eyes, you continue back to your setup, and recline on the towel you'd laid out. Lazily, you toed the pail of rocks and shells to the foot of the towel.

It was better in the shade, on your back. You sluggishly drank from the water bottle you'd tucked in your bag, groaning softly. For awhile you let yourself relax, drying off slowly and feeling that odd feeling recede. You sit up to have a snack, just taking in the views, enjoying the moment you have to yourself. This place just drew you in, it couldn't help it if it hurt you little sometimes. That was the nature of the ocean, and you loved it anyway.

It's not long before you feel that same odd tingle of being observed. You're not subtle about looking around, checking over your shoulders. It's just the same scenery as before, the families and their loud kids. The tall man isn't on the shore anymore. You huff to yourself, trying to shake off that feeling. You decide to pull the pail over to your lap, excited to take a look at the day's haul.

When you're admiring a particularly shiny piece of sea glass, that prickle on the back of your neck comes back like cold water splashed on to you. You can barely contain your jump when you look up to see that man again. He's a respectful distance away from your towel, but he's looking right at you again. His head is tilted as he looks down at you, his wrist cupped in his other hand in front of his stomach. It seems like he might be trying to make himself appear smaller than he is.

It wasn't working.

"I've seen you here, a lot," his accent is like one you've never heard, it almost doesn't match his appearance, in a way.

Blinking up at him, you have to remind yourself to answer him. "Um, yeah- yes. I love this beach." It's not hard to see that, you've come better prepared than most ever do. "I've never seen you before, though. Are you from here?" You venture to ask, since he's not being too creepy.

He takes a step closer to your towel and kneels to sit in the sand. You're close enough you can see the texture of the clothes he's got on. They're damp from the ocean's spray, but he doesn't smell bad. You can't help but wonder if you've actually got heat stroke, from the way his hood keeps shifting like that. It's only ever out of the corner of your eye but it seems like the shadows on the fabric are moving.

You're busy looking at the mask when he answers you, "My family has been here for a long time." At your questioning look, he quickly adds, "We tend to keep to ourselves. I live near the beach." As he speaks, his fingers carefully trace a pattern in the sand you've never seen, and he wipes it away before you can get a good look. "Anyway. I saw you collecting stones, I thought you would like this?" His voice is a little strained, and you wonder if he might be nervous. The movement beneath his mask speeds up just slightly.

Okay, you're definitely not imagining that. Some alien part of you decides that you.. don't mind? What?

Out of his pocket he hands you a stone that you've never seen before. It's a rich blue, so deep in its center it looks black. It's cool and smooth and heavy, fitting perfectly in the center of your palm. Like it was made for your hand to hold it. You look up at him then, a strange feeling pooling in the pit of your belly. He watches your reaction carefully, blinking slowly. You could've sworn his eyes were a clear, bright blue earlier, but now they seemed to match that of the stone.

"I- are you sure? You don't even know my name?" You ask, dumbfounded. Even as you say the words, you can feel something in you that wants to keep the stone. It's yours, you can feel it. Without thinking you cradle it closer to your chest. That action catches his attention, and you can see his eyes carefully track the movement. There's a glint in them that, this close up, seems off. Not human. Right now, you're not sure if you care.

When he looks back up at you, you think he might be smiling, if it's even possible. "I would love to know it."

[quaranmine]

i'll be honest, i dont know much about hermitcraft since my main focus has been just the life series. but to me moon big is like THE hermitcraft thing, so i am shocked that there was people who hated it at all, let alone that the ccs think most people hated it. i've seen so much art, fics, discussions, and love for that ending. i can't really judge the ending since i haven't seen even a single episode. but one thing is for sure: when i think hermitcraft, i think of moon big

it sucks that the negative is what gets the most attention, but that's engagement-based social media for ya!

YEAH??? like, as time passes, i really do think that moon big is the hermitcraft thing. i mean, a 300 note meme post i made about it got into a youtube video from a guy with 500k subs, entirely out of context.

Reddit didn't seem to love moon big, and it drew various criticisms. Mostly, if I had to guess, this is because the subreddit doesn't like lore as much as we do. I saw a lot of posts from people who stopped watching hermits when they got too involved with storylines. I even saw people say they thought hermitcraft was better in really early seasons, when it was just regular minecraft let's play. Now, if that's the kind of content you want, that's fine. But so many people took to reddit to complain that they weren't getting that content they wanted, that the hermits were doing more story/roleplay based stuff.

Moon big was the largest lore thing yet in hermitcraft history. Even in the empires crossover, not every hermit participated. But moon big was for everyone. It was visually present in every video, the physical effects of the earthquakes and blocks flying up were present in every video, and it dictated/forced the end of the season--so therefore it affected all hermits and all povs. Now, not all hermits did a lot of lore for it. Some just basically didnt acknowledge it. But it did mean that if you were one of these people who wasn't a fan of lore/storyline, every episode from now on made you aware of it.

Me? I think it was brilliant. I think it was a great solution for a season that needed to be cut short. People accused it of being rushed, but it wasn't at all--the build up took over 2 months and had been in planning for months before then, so it was nearly planned for the whole season. I think it was also a great example of a storyline people could interact with at whatever level they wanted. Some people like Tango did a whole side storyline trying to stop it. Other people just simply tried to survive and continue their everyday activities. All of that still painted a picture, and it's a picture i'm obsessed with.

But yeah, a lot of people on reddit didn't like it. I think it was a banned topic for a while because the mods got tired of negative discussion posts on it. I won't even say the people on reddit who disliked it were in a majority--they might not have been! but they were, unfortunately, loud enough that to this day you'll still hear hermits talk about how S8 was unpopular or a failed experiment.

Which is so, so sad to me.

[zer0pm]

Reposted since apparently there was an error @-@ deheck??!

Anyways, new ship and I can’t stop! It really does not help that Sylas is officially my new main and I wished there was more content, especially between him and Lux~

[bloodycassian]

A FEAST - Azriel x readder. Prompt - Reader is injured and knocked out for days. Cassian gets him to finally leave your side for one meal and Nyx brings a guest with him...

"The Dragons Song is the best one, hands down." Nesta argued, hacking through the brush.  "That one is full of the same scenes every time." You judged, pushing a branch out of the way. The jungle was a mess of twists and turns to work through, but thankfully one of the fishermen on the dock had sold you a compass at a descent price. "A little more right for a few more miles and we'll be there." You steered her on course.  "At least it dosent say 'honeydew' every scene." She made a fake gagging noise and you laughed. The sound was muffled in the crowded forest. She hacked her way through the brush, one vine at a time. Until you finally reached the clearing. It was hot in the direct sun, a few degrees different than what the shade of the forest had been. You paced the perimiter, meeting her at the other side. "You mean Cassian dosen't like honeydew?" You wiggled your eyebrows at her.  "Az does?" She challenged, earning a laugh from you. "The ones that you like are predictable beyond measure." You countered, earning a quick smile before your attention snapped across the meadow. To a giant hog serpent with venomous tusks that gleamed with their clear liquid. You swore and you and Nesta both drew swords at the same time.  + Nesta ended the hog, but not before it had the chance for those razor sharp tusks to marr your legs with deep wounds. The venom stung, flowing into your bloodstream and paralyzing you slowly. You gasped at the sheer blinding pain it brought. "Nes-" You choked out between sobs. "Tell Az... Tell Az I love him." You smiled to her, putting a hand on her cheek. "No, no way. You're gonna tell him yourself. Stay awake. We're on the way." She reached deep to that bond to Cassian, and a flare of alertness greeted her. Then, a thrill of fire. "On the way. Rhys will be there in a few. Are you okay?" "Fine, she's delirious. She needs a healer and a detox for the venom." She thought back, sighing when she felt Rhys' presence. "Wheres Az?" You managed out of your chattering teeth. You were losing the fight against the venom quickly. It would have you under in a few minutes if Rhys didn't hurry to a healer. He placed a hand on you and darkness surrounded.  "Cassian will-" He started to Nesta, "I know, get her safe." She rushed, urging him to winnow you already. When Cassian saw the amount of blood spilled, he cursed.  "Most of it was the beast." Nesta cleaned her sword on an overgrown leaf that jutted down into the meadow.  Her hands shook when she sheathed it. "Nes." He stopped her when she turned. "Nes..." He repeated, giving her a long look. She tried to hide her face, the terror there. "Lets go." He pulled her to his side and took off, holding her close to him. He said nothing about the tears that flowed to his shoulder. He just gripped her tighter.   + Azriel had nearly broken the door when he stormed in. And he hadn't left your side since. Nesta stayed when she could, letting Azriel relax enough to sleep now and again. He trusted her to wake him if anything changed in your status.  When he woke, he heard his brother's voice first. Quiet an hurried in tone, him and Nesta argued by the door. "He wont leave. You've already tried, just leave him alone." Nesta was scolding. Cassian gripped her hands, then whipped his head over to his brother when he saw him stretching on the bench.  "Hey Az-" Cassian smiled, bounding over to his brother like a puppy. "You remmeber Madja saying it may take up to a week, right? How about you come to dinner up at the house with us."  "I dont want to miss if she-" "Come on, Nyx will be there. Mor's coming back from the continent tonight too." Cassian tempted, poking at the old flame Azriel carried for the female. She was still incredible, and one of Azriels best friends, but he no longer felt that flame towards her. You had come along and crushed it with a bat of your eyelashes and a few quick witted insults at Cas. Nesta started pulling him away, giving you an apologetic smile. "It would be nice for you to be there is all he means." She began pushing him out the door, despite his protests.  "Think about it! She wouldn't want you to be mourning while she's alive!" Cassian shouted, earning a smack from Nesta. Azriel smiled despite the dark nature of the situation. He pulled a chair up beside your resting body. It had been three days. How would he know if you were awake or not? He tugged on that dark link you shared together, and came up with the same unresponsiveness as before. He sighed, but took your hand anyway, falling asleep again to the sound of your soft breathing. + He decided to stay for just an hour. He would spare his family that much. He kissed you goodbye and tried his best to ignore the guilt he felt for leaving you behind. But Cassian was right. He knew that when you woke up you'd be upset about him not going. So he put on his brave face and flew up to the house of wind, to the joy of everyone. They clapped upon his arrival, making his cheeks burn. Mor gave him a hug and promised to catch up. But she hovered around a fae you hadn't met yet. A female that she watched with wide sparkling eyes. Azriel's chest bloomed with pride at the sight of them being so close, so full of life for each other.  He looked away from the two, and sent his shadows out to Rhys. And found what he was seeking. He darted over to the end of the table where the high lord and lady sat across from each other. The head table was empty, and filthy. "That's a small monster if I've ever seen one." He bent and scooped Nyx up from under the table. He wriggled and laughed.  "No monster Azzy." Nyx babbled, pulling on his uncle's hair.  "No pulling hair!" Rhys scolded, making Nyx laugh even more. Feyre sighed. "You're just having fun. How about we go for a fly down to-" "Don't say it, Az." Rhy's tone went from scolding to pleading. Even though the baby couldn't fly yet, it was one of his favorite things to do. He could see how Rhys' son would be skilled at flying with just the way he angled his head when accompanying. Az poked at Nyx's belly and they fought like that for a few moments, Nyx eventually winnowing away with the joy only a child could have.  Azriel froze, looking to the high lord and lady for comfort. Having a baby disappear in your arms was strange, even for Fae babies. "When'd he start doing that?" "Four days ago." Feyre sighed. She looked utterly exhausted. "We've been having to take turns staying up with him." Rhys held her hand across the table, they shared a sweet look together then they both whipped their heads to Nyx in unison. "Dont-" Feyre warned, giving her son a stern look as he pulled at the tablecloth. Amren gave the boy a look of discouragement as well when he looked around for someone to be laughing with him. He stopped after those silver eyes met his.  Nesta gave Az a smile from across the room where she and Cassian welcomed the toddoling boy. "Let's start training, Nyxie. Come on, show me what you got." Cassian got on his knees to the floor and the two began wrestling together. Azriel took a seat beside Rhys, picking at the crackers and cheese platter before him.  "When were we planning on going back to the Island?" Rhys asked, voice low. Cassian rolled with Nyx on the ground, making Nesta laugh when the boy pulled at Cas' hair. "I'm not going until my mate is healed. Maybe you should send them, see how much trouble they can get in."  Az asked, trying to keep the hinting out of his voice. He wanted to go take care of it on his own. The mission on the Island was not complete and he didn't want to risk anyone again. He'd rather do it and make sure it was a finished job. He couldn't bare to see you be hurt over a fellow Valkyrie getting hurt either. "You know they would kill each other.... or themselves trying to protect the other." Feyre smiled despite herself. She knew it was the truth. Her sister being happy for once was a joy like no other.  "Mom and Dad need to eat, Az you too." Cassian ordered. He bounced the boy on his legs, making him pretend fly. Azriel picked at the plate that appeared before him. The warm meat and stew looked incredible, but he couldn't bring himself to eat. The guilt was the only thing that weighed in his stomach. "I should go check on-" He began to say, folding his napkin back on the table. "How is she?" Cassian interrupted from the floor. Nesta was playing with Nyx now, rattling a toy around for him. Azriel kept his calm mask on, trying to fight the urge to check on you. The black haired boy looked to her with upset eyes. "Auntie?" He said, voice a bit whiny.  "Auntie is napping, she'll be back in a little while." Nes assured. Azriel's heart squeezed at the love Nyx showed. Then, the boy was gone.  The parents were digging into their plates. It was likely the only meal they'd shared together in the four days of taking turns watching Nyx. "Rhys-" Az began, terror sweeping his gut. Nyx was no where in sight. Nesta and Cassian both shot to their feet when they didn't spot him.  Then, the plates in front of Azriel clattered and shot food everywhere. Mor and her date yelped and fled their chairs, mor pushing the other female behind her. Azriel's shadows coiled, siphons glared ready to fight.  And Rhys didnt move as he observed the waking fae before him. The tug on Azriel's bond went taut. "Auntie here!" Nyx celebrated, patting your chest. You groaned and cracked open your eyes to see Azriel's shadows swirling about you. "Are you okay?!" Azriel gripped your shoulders,  his warm hands seeping into your thin shirt. The sweats you wore were now stained with whatever food had been on the table. Rhys put down his fork slowly. "I wasn't expecting to be this kind of snack Az..." You said softly. Rhy's cheeks went red. Mor laughed first, her date looked to her with bewilderment and worry. Cassian rushed over and picked Nyx up from your stomach. "I think there's a fork in my back." You said, voice gruff.  A hysterical laugh bubbled from Azriel, then the rest of them were cracking up. "Nyx... Thanks." Azriel breathed, and the boy began clapping.  + Once you were back on your feet and Madja had given you the go ahead to take it easy, you asked Azriel to go on a walk with you. The stretch of your legs was sore, but the good kind of sore that left you feeling better and better with each step. The cool wind from the Sidra whipped around you. He wrapped a wing around both of you as you reached the apex of a bridge.  "I owe that baby everything." He laughed, squeezing your hand tighter. The city was quiet, only soft music coming from the Rainbow and the calm trickle of the Sidra sounding out. "Nyx the Valkyrie deliverer."  You laughed together, leaning against the railing on the bridge. The streetlights above cast a wonderful color over you, illuminating you both in a silvery shade that matched the moonlight. "I love you." You said, resting your head against his shoulder. It had been a long night, and who knew how long of sleeping... but you were tired.  "Love you." He nudged you away so he could hook his finger under your chin and angle you up to kiss him. You wrapped your arms around him and compiled, letting the bond hum through you like a song.

[thedaddie]

Hey there! I would like to participate in the haikyuu matchup event.

female // hetero // 5'7 ft. // dark brown eyes // jet black hair

personality: I'm a quiet person who enjoys observing people and how they act in situations. If I find a person interesting or reversed, I initiate the conversation. I don't like small talk, but more than willing to find a topic we both enjoy. I love the arts (concerts, fine art, literature, philosophy) and science (animal bio, human bio, plant bio, multi universes). I get pretty passionate about certain topics I know. I love it when someone gets interested or wants to learn more.

love language: positive affirmations.

hobbies: reading, writing, drawing, and researching.

likes: owls (all kinds), night hours, rain showers.

dislikes: early mornings, compromised belief, excessive apologies.

hi babe!! thanks for requesting!! i match you with…

KITA SHINSUKE

YALLLLLLLL

ok so you guys met completely on accident!

you were in a hurry leaving the school to get home and bumped into someone (can you guess who?) and your stuff went flying 😐

you’re not too keen on staying and talking to this person cause at this point you’re late to get home AND you’re irritated so you just scoop up whatever is on the floor and walk away

it’s not until you actually arrive home when you realize YOU PICKED UP THE STRANGERS PHONE

AND IT SUCKS EVEN MORE BECAUSE YOU DIDNT EVEN LOOK AT THEM SO YOU DONT KNOW WHO IT IS AND YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT TO DO

but then the phone rang :D

you answered it obviously and here’s a NOT EXACT summary of what happened:

you: hello? 😟

??: hi you took my phone haha

you: i’m so sorry it was an accident i was in a hurry-

??: it’s fine! my name’s kita, do you wanna meet up and exchange some stuff? i think there’s a few things i’m missing that you probably have and vice versa

at this point you’re so embarrassed cause YOU TOOK SO MUCH AND HE HAS YOUR STUFF AHHHH

but luckily kita is super nice about it! you guys agree to meet at this park near your school to exchange everything the next morning

and you arrive and see him and recognize him as the captain of your schools volleyball team!

you were initially planning on just giving him his stuff and taking yours back then leaving but something about him just made you want to stay

after some casual chatting for a few minutes, he convinces you to walk to school with him

the entire time he had you laughing and blushing, it ended up being the most pleasant part of your day!

when you got to school he asked if you wanted to hang out sometime and you’re like ☺️omg yes☺️

SO NOW YOURE TOGETHER

and he’s honestly the most clingy person ever

like you wouldn’t expect it from his stoic mature ass mostly just cause he doesn’t like pda outside of the occasional peck or hand holding

but this man LIVES for cuddling

and at school he’s always by your side

this dude is never more than 10 ft away from you at all times i stg

plus you guys just talk for HOURS

once y’all find a conversation topic you run with it

some of his favorites of yours are the ones you have regarding philosophy, multiple universes, and plant bio (his farmer ass 🙄)

he lets you go on about things for however long you want! hearing you talk about what you find interesting warms his heart 😊

kita is the type of person who feels a lot but he doesn’t outwardly express it as often

around you though? he’s free to do whatever he feels comfortable with and he’s incredibly grateful that you’ll never judge him for it :)

he secretly wishes that one day you guys can pull a Notebook and kiss in the rain 😭

(because ever since he got with you, he’s been watching a lot of romantic movies 🥰)

one time you drew him and i swear he almost cried HE LOVED IT SO MUCH

he asked you to design some flyers for the team and whenever someone asked who drew them he was like “my girlfriend ☺️”

kita was never really a huge fan of reading but you got him reading all your favorites!! now whenever he passes by a bookstore he goes in and buys one he thinks you’ll like 😫

he ALWAYS walks you home from school!!

sun, snow, wind, rain HES THERE

even if he has practice he always allots some time for the rest of the team to warmup while he makes sure you get home safe 🥲

if you’re the type to write stories or poetry, he’ll always read them if you are comfortable!! he even tries to write things about you, but he gets embarrassed to show them AWWW

i truly do see kita as a classic romantic

because he’s dedicated and caring and wants to make sure you’re happy no matter what

his ways of displaying his love are somewhat foreign to you, as he isn’t the type to tell you what feels but instead show it

his love language is definitely acts of service!

things like letting you sleep in late while he wakes up early, going out of his way to buy you your favorite snack or a cute little owl plushie, and making sure you’ve fallen asleep after staying up too late with him on the phone

even though he’s not the telling type, he loves that you are :) nothing brightens his day more when he wakes up to a good morning text, little love notes in his locker, and love affirmations when he’s nervous before games

you’ve brought him out of his comfort zone a lot!! he’d never thought he be the one excited to go to a concert or fascinated by biology but you’ve brought so much love into his life it’s amazing 🥰

in the end PLEASE GIVE THIS BOY HIS KISS IN THE RAIN I LOVE YALL

—

moodboard:

“and that’s why i think that we should go see it-“

“no babe, no-“

“but yes! it would be so fun!”

kita chuckles, angling his head down.

currently, you’re begging your boyfriend to take you to see a movie and he is almost certain it will make you cry. but, you’re relentless.

“i just think it would be a good watch,” you clutch his arm tightly, stepping up slightly to kiss his cheek.

“and i think it’ll make you burst into tears.” he says with adorable smug smile.

the autumn wind is cool, just enough for it to make goosebumps rise on your arms. kita pulls you closer to keep you warm for the rest of the walk back to your house.

it isn’t long before you two are at your front door and you’re about to invite him inside when his phone chimes. he takes a peek at the screen and groans.

“i’ve gotta get back. tsumu and samu are fighting again.”

“go set them straight, captain.” with one last kiss and a final wave, kita sets back the way you came. before he can completely disappear out of your view, though, he turns around.

“call you later!” he shouts.

“and the movie?” you yell back.

“we’ll be there,” he smiles. “bring your tissues.”

—

songs for your matchup :)

thank you for requesting!! have a lovely day 😊

[marsupials-of-mars]

Visiting (pt 2)

Part 1 Part 3

@love-has-failed-me @impatentpending @friendlyfatherfigment @procrastinations-my-middle-name @despacitosanders @heyitsmeimjustkindahere @simplyskipper @ai-incarnate @aromanticandaromatic @vicdehart @readytobakebread

Roman sat on the edge of the mind palace stage, letting his legs hang down and looking out at the sea of empty seats. He often went there to think, but exactly what he was trying to think about he wasn’t entirely sure of. He sighed. He needed a friend to talk to.

He pulled out his phone. A string of stern and panicked texts greeted him from his lockscreen. He quickly turned it off and stuffed it back in his pocket. It was clear that Virgil was not going to be too open to earnestly discussing Roman’s feelings when it came to who they were about.

Roman thought a moment before conjuring a less angry Virgil next to him. He turned to his creation.

“Hey sunshine.”

“Hey sir sickening.” Virgil layed back on the stage, swinging his bare heels against the side. “What’s the sitch?”

“I’m confused.”

“Aren’t we all?”

“Its Deceit… I know he hasn’t been the greatest in the past, but what if hes not so bad? He seems so… encouraging. And I know he lies but hes obviously honest when he regards me so highly, isn’t he? And he mentions it a lot so…”

Virgil pushed himself upright. “Are you kidding? His title is DECEIT! He doesn’t give a shit about-”

Roman quickly froze the image. He stared at the now stone still Virgil. Maybe a little too realistic for what he wanted in the moment. He wiped that Virgil from existence and conjured another, much more positive Virgil.

“Hey handsome!” Virgil smiled sincerely.

“The most accurate name yet! Yknow, I like you!” Roman beamed in pride at his new and improved friend. Ideal.

“What’s bugging you?” He pushed his bangs out of his eyes and pulled off his hoodie. Much more approachable.

“Its Deceit…”

“Ooo a crush!” Virgil chuckled and crossed his legs.

“Yeah, I dont know what to say around him, I’m usually so articulate and confident!”

“Yeah, that’s weird. And you’re usually extremely brave and handsome too…”

Roman gasped and clutched his chest. “Aw, thank you!” He considered how much better the real Virgil would be if he’d been responsible for making him in the first place.

“…What if you tried practicing?”

“Practicing?”

“You’ve got this whole stage, you can conjure whatever, why not a practice Deceit?”

“Virgil I love that idea!”

“It was your idea! I’m imaginary!”

“Very true, I’m so smart!”

“You are!” Virgils voice was made slightly more robotic as he fell out of character. It was hard to conjure such opposite lines from a voice that Roman had never heard talk in such a way before. Roman swung his legs back onto the stage and stood, striding to the center and conjuring a Deceit. He took a deep breath.

“Deceit!”

“Roman.” He smirked. “You called?”

Roman’s breath caught in his throat. “I did! I… wanted to share with you…”

“You’re doing great!” Virgil flashed Roman a thumbs up.

“I, Prince Roman, wanted to share with you… my feelings! Those feelings specifically being in regards to…” He gripped his sash. Deceit smirked, raising a brow.

“Regards to…?”

Too real. This practice was far too real. He shut his eyes and quickly conjured a dragon. It swooped down, a rush of strong wind under its heavy leather wings, violently whipping their hair against their faces. Deceit yelped as he was snagged in a large, sturdy talon and taken upwards, circling the theater.

“FEIND! Release my prince or taste my sword!”

A low, rumbling voice echoed through the theater; “Never! You dare to disturb my meal! I will end your life!”

“You dare to disturb my prince, I’ll end yours!” He grabbed the hilt of his sword and drew it valiantly. “Have at thee!”

The dragon swooped, billowing fire, setting the curtains up in flame. Roman jumped, grabbing the base of its tail and gripping his blade between his teeth as he gripped scales and spines, climbing up the jagged back of the creature. It rolled its body in the air, thrashing as much as it could while maintaining its aerodynamics, vainly trying to shake off its valiant assailant. Roman continued to scale the beast, pressing his body flesh with its cold, scaly surface. He finally reached its shoulder and let out a battle cry as he dropped, grabbing its arm and vaulting himself against its chest, plunging his sword into it’s under-armored ribcage. The beast fell into an airborne death roll before careening into the ground, sending theater chairs flying, torn from their bolts. Roman ran across the belly of his vanquished foe to its feet, now loose enough to pry his prince from their clutches. Deceit looked up at Roman from his strong arms, dizzy and panting, but fully enamored.

“Roman… you saved my life! You truly are-”

“Incredible!” Roman blinked. The voice was Deceit, but not the one in his arms. He looked up and his eyes locked with another, much more real Deceit’s. He was seated in the back row, hidden in shadows, applauding boisterously. “What a show! Such a beautiful production!”

The dragon, Virgil, and fake Deceit all vanished simultaneously in a puff of golden dust. Within the same second the theater’s destruction was undone.

“Deceit!” Roman choked on his words. How much had he seen? “Thank…you.” he struggled to form a sentence so he saved his questions. Perhaps Deceit would answer some himself, as he had already risen to approach Roman.

Roman remained frozen in place, only growing redder as Deceit reached him, placed his hands on his shoulders, and grinned.

“I’m impressed. I hope you didn’t mind my stopping in, but what’s a show without an audience to appreciate the cast? And what a cast it was…”

Roman’s fears were confirmed. He’d recognized the prince in peril. He took a breath.

“Thanks! Thank you. Um…how did you know…?”

“Well I found Remus digging through my drawers with a jarring lack of a brother to accompany him. So I was understandably prompted to ask where you might have gone, out of concern. But clearly you had it all under control. That being said;” Deceit reached behind his back and presented roman with a velvet red rose. “I enjoyed the show.”

Roman took the offering, unable to save face. He beamed, face flushing a similar hue as the flower.

“Thank you! Really… I thought…”

“Hm?”

“I never would have thought you’d be this kind.”

“Well of course. Your knowledge of me is constrained to Virgils stories. And a few occasions in which I was forced to be a bit more brash to get a point across. Which I apologize for. Truly.”

Roman studied Deceit’s face but couldn’t detect any tells, though he wasn’t usually the best judge of what was or was not a tell. In any case, whether it was a lie or not, it left him perplexed.

“No need. Though last time we talked you seemed really adamant on making me feel awful about myself.” Roman realized after the words left his mouth how pathetic they sounded.

“Oh, no no no, was that how you took it? I was merely trying to be honest with my views of you, what you wanted, I was trying to help you. I’m not quite used to being brutally honest so I might have overdone the brutal part…”

“It’s…” Roman tried to decipher it all. Was it all a lie? Was everything a lie? He couldn’t tell, so he settled on what was best for his pride, that being that of course not, the object of his affections would never do such a thing. “It’s okay. I must have misunderstood the tone.” He smiled weakly.

“Look, we want the same thing. We know what Thomas needs. I admire you for that. If I didnt have you I’d go insane trying to get you all on board. You’re so much easier.”

Roman couldn’t tell whether or not he should take that as a compliment.

“Yeah…” he looked down at the flower in his hands. His heart fluttered as he noticed the thorns had been removed by hand. He cared. “Thank you.”

“Now, why dont we get you back up to the lights? We both know you dont really want to spend time with your brother, and I’m sure it’s been enough time to convince Patton that you did.”

Roman sputtered. “I- no, I said it was my choice to-”

Deceit chuckled. “Dont lie to me Roman. It’s best for the both of us. Down here, we’re judgement free. Remember that. And I hope you think to visit more often.”

Roman’s bravado finally found him.

“Maybe I will.” He pinned Deceit with his award winning lopsided smile, guaranteed to make any lady, lord, or nonbinary royalty swoon at the sight of. Deceit met it with a toothy grin, something Roman had never seen from him. Fangs. Long, clear fangs. Roman’s smile faltered a bit, not in fear but suprise. Deceit clearly delighted in his ability to throw anybody off their rhythm at a moments notice.

“You’re adorable your majesty.”

Roman choked and blushed. The sheer concentrations of flattery were like a punch to the gut.

“Thanks…” He squeaked it out. Deceit smirked and pressed his hands to Roman’s sides, gliding them down to his hips, pulling him closer.

“But honestly. I’m holding you to that. I get lonely down here… if you ever wanted to come keep me company…” He pushed up on his toes and leaned in, his fangs almost grazing Roman’s ear. “It would be our little secret~”

And that was when Roman checked out for good, his face burning and his vocabulary reduced to a series of unrelated syllables.

“Now run along, I’m sure you want to get home.” Deceit continued on as if he’d done nothing out of the ordinary.

Roman nodded, electing to keep his mouth shut for the fear of sounding like a nervous sims character. He bowed his head in farewell before quickly sinking out.

[captn3]

hm... i feel opening ahit just for one little screenshot would be a waste of time.. so, ill share something i discovered a while back when seal the deal first came out, and so far seems to be undocumented. hell, ill even provide some sort of tutorial, if you want to see this for yourself and prove it’s not some lie i’ve made, which idk why i would..

THIS POST WILL BE LONG, SO PRESS J ON YOUR KEYBOARD TO IMMEDIATELY SKIP THIS POST IF YOU DO NOT CARE. IF YOU’RE ON MOBILE JUST RAPID SCROLL I GUESS?

first, you should have modding on. once you’ve done that, search the workshop for the “yarn hat” which looks like a kirby hat. it’s really useful if you’re too lazy to turn on enablecheats and use ghost/fly. if you DO want to use enablecheats, ill provide a tutorial alongside the yarn hat tutorial. now that you’ve enabled mod commands in the settings and restarted the game or downloaded the yarn hat which shows up in the game, go to seal the deal���s new chapter, the arctic cruise.  act 1 and 2 both work but since in 2 you’re already spawned in the ship that is the one i’ve chosen. make your way to the top of the ship, be it using the ghost command to fly up there, or going to the closest door outside and using the yarn hat to fly up there. now fly even higher to this ring structure.

the red circle indicates where we should be going next. now that we’re here, you may notice this boat in the distance..

very blurry and hard to see. let’s see what the full texture is, hm? yep, for you to see this for yourself if you don’t believe the final result (for whatever reason) you have to jump all the way there with the yarn hat or fly their with the ghost/fly command, which both take a little while. but! i did it before and ill do it again! if you’re using the kirby hat i recommend equiping the camera badge as it lets you pause while still being able to see what’s going on. also, my strategy to getting there fast with the yarn hat is to spam the dive and jump and hat buttons. or, if you’d like, you can jump in time with the calming music! finally, we’re coming closer.. we use the camera, turn off depth of field.. AND WHAT’S THIS!

LETS GET AN EVEN CLOSER LOOK!

yes, that’s right, a hat in time has a really well drawn boat faaaar away in the background of the arctic cruise, which is super blurry on the cruise, but using cheats/mods we can see it’s full detail and glory. not only that, but.. the person who drew this boat added a gay flag to the boat. whichever artist at gears for breakfast did this... thank you. i dont know if this post will ever reach you, but.. thank you. the first time i found this i was so joyful. THE LGBT FLAG in the cutest game ever. maybe not easy to see, but.. it’s here. far, far away in the sea. a lone 2d texture lies, holding the rainbow flag itself.

i mean, look at the detail on it! you’d expect a crude, ugly drawing of a boat, since it’s so blurry from the distance. but not only was it this detailed, it had a gay flag. A HAT IN TIME SAID GAY RIGHTS. i hope this post gains somewhat of a popularity, i think the whole ahit fandom deserves to know about this.. and plus, im 99% im the first person to ever discover this. i’ve never done anything like that before in a video game community, so.. i feel really good about it. especially considering what it is ive found. gears for breakfast had an already perfect game, but they keep going with this stuff. judging from jonas’ twitter, another dlc might be coming as well.. i just.. love this game. so much. it’s such a jewel and it deserves to be more widely known. if anyone at gears for breakfast is reading this, thank you so much. this game.. has been such a good experience for me. it’s also really helped me improve my art, jenna’s a big inspiration. i love the game, the community.. it just has such a pure aura around it.. it’s given me so much happiness. whatever gfb does next, ill be sure to support it fully.

even if i hadnt known about this easter egg in the sea, i would’ve still said all of this at some point. thank you. i know the chances of any gfb members reading this are low, but... thank you. thank you so much.

[empirex1020]

So I started writing this Reylo Historical AU...

...Actually THREE historical AUs... after writing nothing in forever. I dont know why I do this to myself. 😳

Here's a snippet of the one I'm furthest along on, set during the American Civil War and based on the novel by Paulette Jiles.

I made two mood boards, one symbolizing Rey's world:

And one symbolizing Ben's:

Rey is accused of spying and imprisoned. Ben is the Union major in charge of the women's prison. (My apologies for the lack of a cut on this long-ass post. I don't know how to do that on mobile. Let me know if you know how.) Feedback is appreciated!

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“Mireya Kenobi!” The private bellowed, his great ring of keys jangling violently.

A sergeant stepped forward, handing a paper to the private. He was a man of average height, dark hair slicked back, and a pale, nervous face. “Here are the orders,” he said to the private.

Rey gathered her skirts and stepped out of the cell. The private slammed the barred door behind her and it rang like a church bell. She went down the hall, the sergeant’s hand wrapped around her arm. She would comport herself like the lady she was, refusing to be hurried, forcing him to either drag her by both arms or slow down as well. They slowed down.

They reached their destination within a minute, but it felt much longer to Rey. Her mouth was dry as an old bone. The sergeant rapped at the door and a muffled, “Enter,” replied from the other side.

“Go on in,” The sergeant bid her, then closed the door behind her.

A man in Federal uniform was standing beside an oak desk. Rey looked up to glance at his face and her eyes travelled upward for a good while. He was a giant of a man, with broad shoulders and a trim waist. His uniform was impeccably tailored to fit him, the brass buttons on his coat were polished to a shine, as were his black boots. He wore the gold oak leaf insignia of a major on his shoulders.

The face that looked back at her was long and pale with a thick brow and dark, hooded eyes set above a long, aquiline nose. His black hair was thick and there was some wave to it. There was the beginning of a beard on the bottom his chin, but the rest of his face was clean-shaven. His full mouth was fixed in a rather imperious moue, as though trying to appear very stern despite his young age. He may have been twenty five or thirty five –Rey could not tell. There was a youthfulness about him in the smoothness of his face, but there was a distance in his black eyes; and the violet smudges under them gave the impression of a man worn down. She would not call him handsome, for there was nothing refined about his features. Everything about him was too large- nose, cheekbones, mouth, shoulders – but it was an arresting face, one she found herself wanting to study more.

The major softly cleared his throat and Rey remembered where she was. He gestured toward the chair before his desk, inviting her to take a seat. She saw his insignia was that of the regular Federal army. He was not Militia, thank heavens.

Rey raised her chin and straightened her spine in what she hoped was a lady-like posture.

“Well,” she said blithely as he also took his seat. “Fine day, isn’t it? How’s the war going?”

“Miss Kenobi,” he said, and Rey was struck by a warm baritone that seemed almost contrary to his countenance.

“I am Major Benjamin Solo, of the judge advocate general’s department.” His eyes moved over her, studying her as if she were an interesting specimen of some kind. His eyes travelled from her face and hair, down to her dress, shabby as it was. “I am in charge of your case.”

His accent was neither northern or southern. It was an American accent, but it was impossible for her to tell from where he haled. Major Solo took up the papers on his desk and Rey felt her hands begin to tremble. She hid them in her skirt.

“Miss Kenobi, you are suspected of three things.” Major Solo’s face was now carefully blank. “First, with cutting telegraph lines. I am sure you are aware that since December of 1861 all those caught cutting Union telegraph lines are to be shot, women included.”

Had Rey been standing, she thought her knees would surely have buckled. She felt all the blood leave her head and her heart began to pound.

“Secondly,” he continued, “you have been accused of harboring and feeding guerillas, and harboring can mean anything we want it to mean, including keeping guerilla money in a bank account under your name. This means we may confiscate your family’s bank account on nothing more than suspicion. Thirdly, your are accused of spying.”

He put the papers down. It seemed a long time before he looked up at her.

“Gracious,” she managed to croak. “I’ve been a busy girl.”

“The spying part was supposed to be when you were brought here on the train.”

Rey blinked. “It was pitch black. It was the dead of night.”

Anger, then disbelief began to replace her fear. A sort of giddiness took over. All of these accusations were made up. One of them so ridiculous it could be easily thrown aside and what a relief that would be! She would confess to one thing, but not another. They would become friends, she would tell him things he wanted to hear, whatever would please him, and he would let her go. Yes, that is what would happen.

Just as her mind had taken hold of this comforting tthought, simultaneously a frantic surge of panic welled up in her. There was no way out of this. She had been shut up in a dark hole. Rey took a shuddering breath, twisting and twisting the fabric of her skirt in her hands.

“Miss Kenobi.” Major Solo was carefully watching her now, like a bird of prey. “You have thought of something.”

“I thought…” She paused. “I was thinking of my grandfather.”

“And where is he?”

“Captain Armitage Hux and some militiamen took him away. They beat him very badly and then I don’t know.”

Rey felt like a small creature, thrashing silently in the snare she found herself in. Her grandfather might even now be dying of his injuries or a fever. Poor Falcon might be hitched to an artillery caisson and sprayed with flying metal. Beebee might be dead. And Finn… where was he? Was he safe? Had he followed her?

“Do I have your attention?” Major Solo asked softly.

Rey nodded. “Yes,” she croaked, surprised she could even speak.

Rey couldn’t allow herself to continue that line of thinking. If she continued, she would give in. Her eyes roamed around the room, lighting on his shelf of books: The Flora and Fauna of Texas, A Lexicon of the Navajo Language, Little Dorrit, Studies of St. Petersburg.

“Miss Kenobi, I can decide to turn any one of these accusations into actual, legal charges.”

Rey huffed, trying hard to keep her composure and not burst into tears. “Well, don’t wait for me to make up your mind for you.”

The major’s eyebrows raised and fell in mild surprise and his full lips drew into a pout as though he were chewing the inside of his cheek. “You are quite brave.”

Rey was taken aback at his seeming sincerity. “Am I?

“Yes.” He came around from behind his desk and sat down in the chair placed next to hers, his big hands clasped together between his thighs. He leaned forward to her, his shoulders hunched so their eyes were level.

“Miss Kenobi, the provost marshal’s department seems bent on extracting confessions from women. I am one of the unlucky fellows charged with obtaining them. I don’t like this any more than you do.”

He leaned a little closer and Rey could smell the scent of his aftershave and tobacco, feel the warmth of his breath across her cheek.

“You must help me. You must plead guilty to one or the other. You must write a confession.”

[letstalksymphogear]

Symphogear, EP.7 (Cont.)

“i have not now, nor ever, liked this creepy ass church elevator.”

“kanade please get out of my head, just because im hungry doesnt mean you have to tell me every time i am”

Hibiki finishes getting a full body X-ray. She’s fine.

“that anime protagonist immunity is really kicking in well!”

“by the way, your wife is here! and she’s looking mighty miffed., as opposed to me, mighty milfed.”

“you dont strike me as a mother figure but ill play along for now”

“i just hope miku’s okay...”

“oh, she’ll be fine! see, i’ve seen these kinds of plots before. big secret revealed, another lover is shown, the victim watches as they’re thoroughly cheated on, and they get to lik-”

“please stop breathing”

Genjuro’s wasting away again in Margaritaville. Looking for some daughter to adopt. SOME PEOPLE SAY THAT THERE’S A, WOOOOMAAAAAN TO BLAAAAAAAAAAME, BUT HE KNOWS

XYLOPHONE RIFF

THAT’S IT’S ALL HIS FAULT

XYLOPHONE RIFF

“i hate it when he gets like this. jimmy buffets not a good look for him.”

“for once you and i agree. seeing the commander sulk like this like a middle aged perma-tourist is genuinely miserable”

“hey homies! im back and i brought some bitches! oh, jesus, why does this place smell like mistakes in miami?”

“its me. im sorry. every time i feel like i failed as a dad, my anti-dad energies manifest. imagine every midlife crisis rolled up into a single ball, smacked into the face for eternity. thats the depth of my pain for failing this girl.”

In a moment of positivity, the friendship between Tsubasa and Hibiki is cemented.

> Tsubasa has joined the party.

“FRIENDSHIP!”

“fweindship.”

“uuuuhhhhh... dadship? yeah thats close enough.”

“WE’RE ALL GOOD FRIENDS!”

“ya tiddies are ringing again, better go get it”

Ryoko also points out that Hibiki’s relic is fusing with herself at an alarming rate. This is important to keep in mind.

Meanwhile, at night.

Miku is posing in the motherly “you done fucked up, where have you been young lady” position. A cold scolding is coming.

“.........................hey miku......”

“you can come in. are you worried im gonna bite? you suplexed a car. that shouldn’t be an issue anymore.”

“miku, i.... i wanted to tell you.... but.... the plot wouldn’t let me, miku....”

“should’ve told the plot to fuck off anyway. now you’re gonna live with that. you’re sleeping... on the bottom bunk.”

“b.... b..... b...... b.... b...... bottom bunk...?”

They slept separately that night. God, this is so stupid. All of this is so goddamned stupid. “I’m so mad at you even though you saved my life.” This is just so. AUGH. THIS IS DUMB. KANEKO WRITE BETTER ANGST THAT MAKES SENSE THAT ISN’T THIS.

Meanwhile, far away from this garbage...

Chris, having been evicted from Fine’s McMansion, wanders the streets of mumblemumble aimlessly. Don’t be fooled by her new fancy dress. Basically, she’s a combat-competent hobo.

“no food. no home. no victories. this sucks. whyd you do it, fine? we coulda been great together. but no. ya fired me. now i look like im prancing the red light district with a highly advanced superweapon around my neck.”

“no... hibiki’s to blame. ever since that genderbent little mac showed up to fight me, it’s been all downhill. fine thought me a laughstock because i couldnt take out her oversized boxing gloves, and now she beat me while i had nehushtan. god... i wish i never met that damn hamster faced chubby cheeked nerd.”

“wait, whats that crying”

Chris spies two kids talking to each other, one of them crying. Chris immediately makes an assumption, believing the big bro is bullying his sis.

“hey! stop nicking her lunch money, twerp”

Chris currently is a firm believer of corporeal punishment.

But the sister deflects the blow. Chris can’t even defeat children right now. Truly, this is a record low for her. You know you blew it when even kids are schooling you on basic morality. She then tells the little girl to stop crying, ironically mirroring her brother.

The infamous double T-Pose maneuver. Chris, you might as well get a shovel and start digging your own grave.

“i keep doing bad things badly, and now im doing good things badly... when fine said i was bad... did she just mean im not talented?”

Chris, finally, does a good thing and helps these kids find their parents.

“yeah. hibiki saved a kid when she got her gear. guess what? bam! im saving two! that’s fifty percent more kid per kid saved. take that, weirdo.”

The kids call her out on Chris singing unconsciously, and Chris gets flustered over it. Dawwwwww.

Chris manages to get them to safety to their Dad...

...while brutally lying about it, making Chris look like a predator. There’s a very crushing irony at play here, given who Chris used to serve.

“ugggggggggggggggghhhhhh hes not even gonna payyyyy meeeeeee why the fuck did i dooooo thiiiiiiissssss”

“hey, you know. you kids have a really nice relationship with one another. care to give me tips on how to be an empathetic human being capable of making friends?”

“maybe we’re born with it”

“maybe its maybeline”

“maybeline...”

Meanwhile...

A cold wind blows through Lydian Apartment 69-L. (I don’t actually know if that’s their room number, I just made it up.)

“jesus take the wheel, because i’m jumping out the passenger seat to save this current wreck of a relationship”

“miku please i saved your life, doesnt that count for anything”

“you already killed me the moment you lied. also im taking the bottom bunk so i dont have to see your face coming down the ladder.”

“miku you cant hide in this depression den forever. i know i hurt you and im sorry for it, but please understand i literally couldnt do it. you saw there were punches and violence and stuff... i didnt want you tied to that...”

“what was that? i cant hear your apologies over my incredibly loud snoring. SNOOOOOOORE. SNOOOOOOOORE. SNOOO- fuck, i just swallowed my spit, fuck”

“i hope this cocoon of displeasure you’ve made for yourself lets you erupt into a butterfly of acceptance so i can fly with you again.”

“......thats not fair. you cant say those beautiful metaphors and get away with it. let me be mad... sniff... let me be mad...”

Sadness wafts in the den of lies Hibiki has been forced into.

No music plays. There is only heartbreak, and woe.

In the midst of this pain...

Ryoko loredumps about how the Symphogears work and are immune to the noise on her blog, ‘hornyonmainforscience.org’, her hybrid science journal slash kink zone. It’s mostly a recap with some pretty good soft techno beats in it.

“i made a custom brew of red bull, five hour energy drink, coffee, and cream. i call it gamer girl piss.”

“damn. that’s some good piss.”

She muses about how Hibiki has managed to break the limitations of her Symphogear, making her a totally unique specimen. Wait, where have we heard this before...?

Hey... Ryoko... let’s just... cool it a bit with the Hibiki pictures... come on...

Ryoko touches upon the Custodians and the Curse of Babel. We ain’t touching that shit until later, because that’s another shitfuck box of crazy just ready to jump us in a dark alleyway to rob us of our wits.

Back to Lydian:

“miku whats the answer to the first three multiple choice questions”

“B. A. D.”

“oh, thanks. huh, BAD.”

“yeah. you are.”

“mmm. taste likes dissapointment. just like my life.”

“hey table for two haha get it cause there’s two chairs and miku for the love of god, please, forgive me”

“ive surgically removed my eyes and drew eyelashes over them with sharpie so i dont have to see your bird bangs.”

“thats very rude to both me and my hair. also, wig.”

Even Hibiki’s meal is judging her. Mainly for not eating it. Fucking look at this. God, that looks amazing. Fuck, why did I write this while I was hungry.

“miku you cant do this forever. i might die and youll end up crying on my tombstone going ‘oh god, why, oh god’, and really, i cant live with myself if that happens. mainly because id already be dead by then”

The Anime Janai crew show up to break some icebergs with a goddamn sledgehammer. As the self-aware Gods of this realm, they got very tired of this poor display of angst, and have decided to directly intervene.

Nevermind. They came for her kneecaps, and they most certainly got them.

PLEASE. I’M BEGGING YOU. END THIS GARBAGE PLOT THREAD.

“look. imma lay down the facts. yall are gay. yall are in love. yall are angry for the wrong reasons. its nobody’s fault here but the writer. so please kiss and make up. pretty please.”

“kaneko... you fool... we all know what the original sin is. its your hack writing making this stupidity in the first place. let the pencil go, asshole!”

They bring up the fact that Hibiki isn’t doing her work and wonder if she has a job on the side, which isn’t allowed by the school. Miku gets annoyed and bails, with Hibiki running after her. Unfortunately, Miku runs faster...

“oh god miku not the rooftop whatever you’re thinking just dont do it! please!”

“no. i came here to angst, since this is the Maximum Angst Zone.”

“i..... okay! okay, that’s fair! rooftops are the perfect place to look sad while getting proper air ventilation, thats fine”

It really would have been better played if it was played off that she felt hurt not because of the lie, but because she felt like she could have helped her better having known the truth, and it being a self-loathing sort of scenario for not being there better for her and not fully understanding the risk at play.

But no, instead, we get this.

Absolutely obliterated. A heart ripped, shredded, and sent to the Shadow Realm.

The episode ends on that note, but has a post credit scene.

Naked. On an old timey telephone. On a computer. Wearing stockings and long gloves.

The main antagonist of the series, everybody.

She’s talking the best English possible to some random-ass American when suddenly bursting through the scene is none other than:

“I WANT WORKERS COMPENSATION YOU BITCH, BEFORE I UNIONIZE YOUR NAKED ASS”

“AND I WANT A GOOD REFERNECE FOR MY FUTURE EMPLOYER, AND ALSO A SEVERANCE PACKAGE SINCE I’M FUCKING HOMELESS”

“i paint my eyelashes with mascara made from the tar of freshly carbonated corpses manufactured through noise, what on gods green earth compels you to think id give a rats ass about you?”

“so you never cared, huh! you’re just a nasty naked hedonist trying to- trying to- what the fuck are you even trying to do?!”

“i want to live the dream every spicy little fossil like me yearns for.”

“I WANNA FUCK GOD!”

“how- what? what? how do you even- what? are you- do you want to be the pope? is that it? does the pope get to fuck god? are you- is this a larping thing? you’ve really been into larping lately! i don’t like this!”

“youve never read the old testament, have you. ass out, pussy bare, hips up and barefoot. that’s how god’s always liked it.”

“now get lost, punk. you tipped off my hand to genjuro and now you being here is going to ruin everything. if you still feel any semblance of devotion, eat one of your own bullets and call it a day.”

“it’s 2012 bitch, if the mayans dont get you, I WILL”

“what god gives, He takes away, and so do i. i built you from the ground up. your relic, which was good for jack shit on you. the nehushtan, which you failed to do anything with except zap a couple hundred people. stop wars? you’re a walking war, waged by me, for me. and your cartridge has just run out of bullets.”

“uh oh! hand’s acting up again! better bail before i send you back to smacktown where all the bitter little shittalkers like you strut around spending their lives being useless as hell.”

“ah fuck, im not dealing with no manos: the hands of fate bullshit again”

“and guess what else i got on motherfucker”

“i see the union efforts have officially been busted. understandable, have a nice day ma’am”

“LEAVE.”

“I’M GOING, I’M GOING”

[chrysaliscreator]

Do you play Pokemon? What inspires your creatures? Scariest creature that you ever drew?

Firstly, thank you for my first ask!

And yes, I’ve played pokemon, played and watched the first generation in fact, but my inspiration steams from all kind of sources.

Sometimes I just like the appearance of something

other times I just like to goof-off

Sometimes I like to use puns or word plays and turn them into something a little more literal, like, say, a leopard gecko?

I also love to dare myself & be dared to turn something into a creature, this one time someone told me to make one out of flan pudding and another out of vomit.

needless to say... I managed

I like to see If I can convert more abstract concepts, like phrases and such. Ever been caught with your hand in the cookie jar? Know someone with Arthritis? 

I do

I just like to consider myself someone with a lot of curiosity and observation skills. The more knowledgeable you are the more tools you possess and the more versatile you can become. I just love learning!

Just observing the little details and learning how things work, how in an inextricable way things are connected. 

But not forgetting the little things either, see the bigger picture by seeing the pieces that make it. 

Which is why I like researching and apply just about anything.

From the aesthetics of dancing

Feelings and emotions

Simplicity

References such as “Jekyll and Hyde”

Or putting twists in already existing myths and leyends

Or simply going wild

So inspiration may come from anywhere really. Just got to look for it. Sometimes you find it, sometimes you dont, and some poeple have it more than others; life is funny that way. 

Some people are WAY more creative than me in some things and viceverse.

Now, the scariest creature I ever drew?

Hmmm. That one is a little up for interpretation. I once played with the concept of a flying spider raptor... the kind that would totally give you a run for your money in a movie and you would be like “FOR REAL?! WHATS WITH THIS THING?!” 

I did manage to find a couple of drawings that might fit that category though...

you be the judge

[macdvnald]

[ CHRISTIAN SERRATOS ] • [ SHE/HER ] | is that [ MARY MACDONALD ] , the [ NINETEEN ] year/s old [ GRYFFINDOR ] alumnus , walking down diagon alley ? I heard that the last time they had their fortune read, they drew the [ HIEROPHANT REVERSED ] , which seems [ UNLUCKY ] . hopefully they won’t come to any harm, considering their recent choice to ally themselves with [ THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX ] . they’ll probably be fine - I know they’re [ PERSISTENT ] , though apparently they can also be [ RUTHLESS ] . what’s the worst that could happen ? | 

LINKS: stats, pinboard, playlist PARALLELS: johanna mason ( the hunger games ), jessica jones ( jessica jones ), raven reyes ( the 100 ), ellie ( the last of us ), rosa diaz ( brooklyn 99 ), nancy wheeler ( stranger things ), kat edison ( the bold type ), sarah manning ( orphan black ) HELLO and welcome to the mess that is this intro!! on the bottom are some plot ideas & besides that its a big old mess! but we love disorganisation! hit this up with a like if u want me to hit u up for plots and i sure as hell will <333

history

mary had a little lamb? WRONG. mary had a little calf. because she was born on a dairy farm in the highlands of scotland ( laugh at my joke pls i worked hard on it ). she was born third to two muggles – a scottish father and a mexican mother, who loved each other deeply – and would eventually become their middle child. she could have become overlooked, but mary never felt discounted at home: while her parents were very often busy with the cows, their love ran deep.

her youth consisted of this: running through fields of grass, attending a muggle elementary where people sang songs at her ( old macdonald had a farm and mary had a little lamb ), playing with the animals, building tree houses with her brothers and sister and playing football every spare moment she got. it was good and simple and wholesome.

of course, strange things happened, as they tend to with muggleborns: she’d explode her brother’s toy when she got angry, or let things fly around the room when she was laughing. when she found out she was a witch at age eleven, things fell in its place. and the macdonalds, while traditional catholics, accepted mary, which is the most important thing of it all. her parents were shocked, yes, but they squeezed her shoulder and promised to discover this all together.

which?? very much influenced mary greatly? because it went against a lot of things they – and she, too – believed in? this has allowed her to have a faith in people, and while she may be cynical and bitter at times, that faith is still there.

hogwarts was as chaotic as home, and mary settled in quite nicely. sorted into gryffindor ( she guessed it was for her rambunctious nature, but who knew ), she found herself a second home and loved it. as it turned out, she was rather good with a wand as well – she didn’t do so good at essays, though – and genuinely liked learning ( except for history of magic. fuck that. ).

being a muggleborn had its downsides, of course, but mary never really allowed herself to feel discouraged. hurt? yes, definitely, but never discouraged. she wasn’t going to let it get to her, she told herself, but it did, especially when the harsh words turned into something more. it was during her confrontation with mulciber that mary felt true, harsh fear for the first time. she felt shut down, paralysed, depressed —– but then, after a while, she got up and took some important steps. she reported mulciber, which led to nothing, which caused her to feel angry, which in turn caused her to feel determination. if the system wasn’t going to be on her side, she’d just have to fucking change it, right? mary started throwing herself in her schoolwork, determined to join the dmle – hopefully as an auror, but any position would do. she suppressed her fear and the trauma that was there, and kept her chin up.

the entire mulciber situation is up for change, should we get a mulciber, or if it doesn’t correspondent with the plot/rp canon! 

graduation rolled around and mary got the five required NEWTs to even apply. it was a nervewracking process, but once she got into auror training, she cried. like. for a year. she was so proud of herself and she felt so determined and !! man. it was such a good, defining moment. around the same time, mary joined the order; she knew the ministry was corrupt, and that it’d not allow her to do everything she wanted to, when the order DID. mary had too much anger, too much determination to fight this bullshit to just stick with the ministry, and so the order seemed like the right place.

right now, she’s fighting. she’s gritting her teeth and keeping her goals in the back in her mind and is focusing. and she does not always feel brave or confident or self assured, but that does not matter: mary macdonald always gets the fuck back up, and that’s what she will keep doing until she’s completely knocked down.

personality & tidbits

mary is a human espresso. she’s so. damn. bitter?? despite the fact that she keeps on going and that she’s fighting her ass off, she’s tired and angry that things don’t seem to be moving in the right direction, she’s feeling bitter about the fact that this kind of discrimination is happening right in front of her eyes and that she does not have enough power to stop it. she feels powerless, which makes her feel bitter, which makes her cynical.

still! mary is not necessarily a debbie downer to be around. she keeps her bitterness ( and hopelessness, even ) carefully hidden in boxes in her mind. on the outside, she’s filled with quips and smiles and quick comments! just a sociable bean, but just a bitter one.

is a dog person and will fight anyone who prefers cats. has a cairn terrier called bowie. she loves him more than anyone.

obsessed with tea, tbh. her ma always said that ‘there’s nothing a cuppa can’t fix’ and mary definitely agrees with this statement.

though is also a ‘whiskey in a teacup’ kinda gal

can be spotted wearing either a rly nice ass blazer or a jean jacket, no inbetween. either office-fancy or farmer-chique

fucking loves muggle culture and loves fellow muggleborns and !!!!!! she loves it!!!

very much in a take-no-prisoners mindset at this point re: death eaters. it kind of scares her, tbh, but mary is very much capable of murdering a death eater, even if she could stun them — she’s just done. she’s very. done. with them. and this whole shbang? will only feed into this.

mary is ruthless, that’s what it boils down to. she’s a lot more than that, of course, but i chose that trait for her app because she is --- in small things ( football matches & boardgames ) but also in bigger ones, and of course the war is the main way it shows. mary is so angry. she’s so angry and scared and tired of feeling that way and tired of being scared to lose people and herself and of death and she’s so angry that people really are this way and that they really do these things --- she wants it to stop. she wants the world to be right. and sometimes she thinks the ends do justify the means. 

this is why she’s chaotic neutral and not chaotic good.

like ive had her turned to dark arts before just bc she’s so desperate to. fucking win.

and she’s also like --- mary doesnt care if she ruins herself? if she becomes a bad person who’s unable to live with the shit she’s done? as long as the world is better for it, as long as kids can go to hogwarts and feel safe and the world is a safe place for everyone. what does her soul matter in the grand scheme of things? she’d burn in hell forever if it meant the rest of the world changed for the better.

emotionally driven mess of a being

is catholic but struggles a lot with religion and feeling faithful, but she does still identify is a catholic, it’s just? complicated. it’s rly complicated and she hates it.

is a bit flighty when it comes to romance, def has a lot of one night stands/fwb situations though??? she’s just like??? i dont have time for romance its a WAR

has been trying to stop smoking for five years, but alas

mary also works part time at quality quidditch supplies because the girl loves quidditch ---- though not as much as she loves football.

a proud scot. probably lives in scotland, but i’m ... going to keep her living situaiton open and segue into Wanted Plots!

plot ideas

roomies ----- so mary is not Earning A Whole Lot Right Now but does not want to live at home any more because 1. its in the middle of nowhere and 2. most importantly, she’s afraid of endangering her family. she needs roomies! i’d love for her to live in glasgow/edinburgh/london/idk a city!!!

hook ups/fwb’s/etc ----- mary is what the old ppl call promiscuous and she sleeps around. so ! let’s talk! former hook ups! booty calls! friends with benefits! etc etc etc! 

party pals ---- mary likes going to pubs and clubs in the muggle part of town bc it is a LIT way to escape the reality of the wizarding world and also, muggle clubs have better music. come party w her!!!!

in the dragon’s den together ---- fellow ministry employees who side eye the ministry and whom mary can sip tea and judge their colleagues with

mudbloods club ---- mary loves her fellow muggleborns and i would love some muggleborn friends that she can be buds with. ranting about dumb pureblood names and traditions and the fact that wizards dont have movies

general friendship ideas ---- im just going to a bunch of ideas here: hogwarts friends, ride or dies, order pals, friendly exes, fellow tea drinkers that she can go on coffee/tea dates with, friends who are growing apart bc of the war (my fave), etc.

etc ---- some other ideas i want to spitball: purists who h8 on mary’s life, fellow diagon alley employees, fellow order members, Annoyances, there is solidarity in being scottish, ministry connections, etc etc etc HIT ME UP

[foreverlilaclies]

Burn The World Down

Jaydick

Rated M

You love him; You know you do. You love how blue his eyes are and how they light up when he's excited about something. You love his mouth, his pink full lips that are inviting and tantalizing and filled with such promise. You love his neck. You love the graceful slope of it and how he's so sensitive there when you kiss him. He offers you gasps and little moans and you take those to memory. He's always been so pliant and trusting with you and the fact that he trusts you enough to let you have him at his most vulnerable is nearly overwhelming.

"I trust you, Little Wing."

You love Dick Grayson. It's not even a question, but there's always something more isn't there? You've always been difficult, you understand this. For as much as you love him, you love hurting him just as much. There's always that satisfaction of when you're arguing with him and you throw something particularly biting at him and it shows in those baby blues of his. You remember all the times when you've fought him as Red Hood and managed to land a hit on his pretty face. How his bloodied lip had been so satisfying to look at. You love the feeling of your fingers wrapping around that slender throat and putting on just enough pressure that he knows that you have him.

It's disgusting, you know this. You've loved Dick since you were a kid and yet you find sick pleasure in causing him even the most minute of pain. It's something you've dealt with for a long time. Since he first danced into your life, all grace and talent while you were nothing but a knock off copy. You loved him the moment you met him, but that did nothing to quell the dark jealousy and hatred that lay in your stomach. Sometimes you want to push him off his pedestal and watch him fall. You want to cut his lines even though you know his biggest fear is falling.

He's like a light in ways. The kind that attracts so much attention but when you get to close, you get burnt. You are the fly. You know he shouldn't, but you can't help yourself. He deserves better than that. He deserves better than you, but like you, he always had a knack for rebellion and Bruce's opinions were easily ignored and Damian's distaste was placated. They knew who you really were. They could see the anger and darkness that you tried so hard to hide. You wanted to be good. You wanted to make Dick happy; You wanted a lot of things. You never usually got your way anyway.

He's in no way perfect and he knows this. He has a temper to match your own and his own demons that he would rather forget than face. You understand. Sometimes forgetting is easier than acknowledging it, but that doesn't stop you from judging him. 'Coward,' You think as your lips murmur words of understanding. There was a darkness there but Dick was content to ignore it and pretend that everything was okay.

Roy Harper had loved Dick once. Had adored him with his very being and it was the light all over again. Roy had flown too close and had been burnt. Whtever he and Dick had been was never discussed. There was anger there, different from your own, but still there. He had become your closest friend, he knew it was like to be discarded and forgotten. He hadn't approved when you started dating Dick.

"He's too much drama, Jason. Walk away while you can."

You don't want to walk away. You don't want to lose Dick. You want to be able to walk down the street holding Dick's hand in your own. You want to watch dumb romcom movies with him until 3 in the morning while eating take out. Dick was your person. You don't want it to end, not when you are finally with the man you love. But you are also self destructive, and whether it was to hurt Dick or to hurt yourself, as far as you are concerned what you and Dick have could never last. It was only a matter of time until it crashed and burned.

Roy offered something that Dick couldn't. He didn't love you and you didn't love him, but there was something about him that just drew you in. So one night after one too many drinks, the both of you fell into Roy's bed together in a tangle of limbs. You pinned him down, straddling his waist with a little grin. He was smaller than you but still bigger than Dick, more heavily muscled and scarred in placed that Dick wasn't. His skin was as pale as your own, which contrasted with Dick's own golden flesh. It's different, but you can't get enough. Roy's anger is enough to match your own and you enjoy every moment of it. You don't need love or labels, just a bedroom and that unspoken understanding that Dick could never provide. Roy's as broken as you are, like a broken teacup and although you don't fit together you can still pretend. How could a broken teacup like yourself ever fit against Dick's own unchipped one?

Dick and Roy were no longer close but Dick never spoke up against your friendship with him.

"He needs friends. I'm glad he has you."

Would Dick think the same if he knew that Roy sucked your cock like a pro? Better than Dick did even. How he never gagged and made the most delicious noises while going at it? Would he be as accepting if he knew that Roy had ridden you on the matted old couch in your living room? How the kitchen counter you had fucked Dick on was also used while Roy returned the favor? The sex was good. Not as mind blowing as with Dick and without any sort of emotional bond, but it was good and raw and you loved it.

It all reaches a head when one evening while Dick is out and it's just you and Roy at your apartment, you take him to bed. It's late and Dick is still out. You have Roy pinned to the mattress, his face buried in the pillows as you thrust your hips against his. You never fuck him on his back. You never look into his eyes while you're with him. There's something far too intimate about doing that with Roy. The only eyes you want to see are Dick' and of you want to kiss. It's pure fucking and that's just fine. Now you have him on his stomach, his arm pinned behind his face and his face pressed against your pillow. He's not as vocal as Dick is, mostly muted moans and low cries. Still, he's tight enough and curses you as you hit that little bundle of nerves inside him. Your laughter is loud in the little bedroom.

"Had enough, Harper?" You tease, rolling your hips as your grip on his arm tightens. He snickers back, dark eyes blinking in the dark bedroom, egging you on without saying word. He rolls his own hips back and you draw out before slamming back in harshly. Distantly you hear the front door close, but you barely pay any mind to it. You don't hear the tentative voice calling out, "Jay?" as the owner of that voice hears the grunting from the bedroom. Roy does however and goes stiff, eyes darting towards yours, almost a plea but you don't budge. You hold his stare, even as now you can perfectly hear Dick's approaching footsteps. You thrust again and Roy moans despite his own hesitation, eyes falling shut.

The door opens and the dark bedroom is spilled with the golden light coming from the hallway. You turn you head, not stopping your motions as Roy grunts beneath you, hard and near completion. Dick stands at the door, staring with those blue eyes of his. His hand is holding the door knob and his face is blank, almost like he's not truly understanding what he's seeing. It's only when you thrust again and Roy comes with a low moan, that Dick finds his voice.

"Roy," Dick looked from his former friend to his boyfriend, "Jason?" And that satisfaction of seeing him look so hurt is equally satisfying and heartbreaking. You come, staring into Dick's eyes even as you are finishing inside your best friend.

"Dick." You greet, tone bored as you fall back onto the bed beside Roy who is blinking away his own high. You inspect your fingernails, waiting for Dick to speak up as Roy manages to get his breathing under control. Dick closes his eyes, blinking as if hoping he's seeing things wrong. When he opens his eyes you hold his gaze, hungry to see what he will do. What he will say? Roy is silent at your side, tense as if prepared to spring to action. You don't spare him a glance, hungry to see Dick's every move. Dick breathes out, wavering as if in pain.

"I dont...I don't understand." Dick manages to speak up, tone vulnerable and confused. He's not angry yet. He's still trying to process what he's seen. He's still trying to find out why.

"What's there to understand?" You drawl and Roy glances at you, almost bewildered by your blasé reaction. Dick closes his eyes again and keeps them closed. For a long moment it's silent.

"Why?" Dick finally asks. You snort and finally look away. There's an ache in your chest now and there are many things you want to tell him. That you both love and hate him with every fiber of your being. That when you first saw him as Nightwing you could barely even stand straight. How his cooking is awful but you eat it anyway because he made it for you. How he was one of the last things you thought of before the Joker took you away. You want to spit at him and hurt him, tell him that he's nothing but a coward and a liar. You hate cowards. You hate him. You want to reach for him and take his calloused fingers in your own, apologize. You want to wipe away that lost expression on his face or at least see the anger that you know is there.

"Because I wanted to." You finally reply, voice low. Roy closes his eyes and Dick nods his head once, as if it hurts him to do so. You watch him, not bothering to cover your nakedness. He can see every bite mark and the stains from what you had just done in the bed you shared with him. Dick takes a step back, those baby blues of his shining. You don't look away. For moment you see that anger and you want him to shout. To yell and to fight you. It's gone as quickly as it comes though, leaving just that lost look.

A weak breath is released like air from a balloon. It's a sound both you and Roy are accustomed to. It's a sound of pain and weakness. One that he makes when he's hurt. When he's lost. He made that sound after Bruce had 'died'. He had made that sound after coming to you after facing Damian's constantly barbed words and cruelty.

"I don't know what to do for him."

You always hated that noise. It was painful and lost and had no business coming from Dick. Now he makes that sound again as he stares at his ex best friend and his replacement turned brother turned enemy turned lover. Roy can't look at him, guilt finally reaching him and he could only look down at his hands. Dick however only has eyes for you. He stares at you, looking for something. Something that will explain this all. Something that won't take you from him once again. However, you hold your cards close and stare him in the eye, unflinching.

Dick breathes.

He flees the room, leaving the door untouched as he runs out of sight.

You remain on the bed, hands folded together. You don't look at Roy as he quietly slides out of the bed and dresses. He doesn't look at you, shoulders hunched and mouth in a thin line. He dresses silently and walks out of the bedroom. You let him go. There's nothing more you can offer each other. Still, it does sting knowing that you lost a friend tonight.

"People like us kid," The Joker breathed out with a little laugh. "We like hurting. We like taking things. I can see it on your face. You pretend to be good or whatever, but it's there. It's in you. We take and we take and we take but it's never enough is it? Oh no, not until everything around us is burning."

You had expected some satisfaction. Some pride that you could bring Dickie down. Dick didn't give you the satisfaction. He left as silently as he came, something he never usually did. He'd no doubt go to the manor or to Barbara. They would soothe his wounded ego. You don't doubt this. It's cold in the room now. Like all the warmth had been sucked from it. You can still see his eyes, blue and filled with such anger and sadness. There's no satisfaction. There' no pleasure in this pain and you know it.

You close your eyes.

[punkscowardschampions]

Drew & Indie

Drew: Hey Indie Drew: I got some going spare you want it Indie: leave it w creeps or lolz Indie: any of my mandem Drew: Nah come back and smoke with you old man Drew: I ain't running after your mates after last time they wasted mine Indie: dash that Indie: who you think you are to me? Drew: don't be like that Drew: you're my kid, don't forget it Indie: is it? Indie: cos you kno you been trying to forget bout it since you put me in my ma yeah? Drew: yeah it is Drew: you're only being like this 'cos of them Drew: they ain't gonna tell you how it really was back then Indie: and youre only being like it cos you aint got no other place or people Indie: spit it at me how it was then drew Indie: go off Drew: i got plenty i could be doing Drew: but i wanna chill with you Drew: not go over all that ancient history Indie: shit dont get to be how you want it boy Indie: youre grown how you not kno that still Drew: that ain't how i live kid Indie: and we all see how you livin Indie: its bangin for you rn innit Indie: clue up Drew: You didn't wanna be with her anymore than I did Drew: it weren't gonna work was it Drew: we're different Indie: you aint trying to work that out fore you put another kid into another wifey of yours Drew: It weren't like I planned it Indie: you aint never Indie: if you too chief to kno how they happen i aint trying to school you Drew: clearly I know what I'm doing there, like Drew: don't be boring why we even talking about this Indie: why did you try and ride my fucking sister like Indie: you that bored? Drew: I've told you Indie: nah Indie: she told me Indie: you chat yourself how you need to hear it Drew: well she would say that Drew: what reason i got to lie to you Indie: she rolls w mckenna she dont fuck w you Indie: thats your reason Indie: you gimme two sisters to take em but that aint jokes enough for you you gotta move on the other Indie: she owned you and now you trying to show what a big man you still is Drew: she isn't your sister Drew: and he's her cousin Drew: that family is fucked with how they be rolling, don't let 'em get you twisted Indie: get that out your mouth Indie: shes fam to me more than you ever been Indie: and it aint for you to law it how anyone else rolls Drew: it ain't right, that's all i'm saying Indie: and you got such a jump on whats right? Indie: allow it drew Drew: i wouldn't let half the shit fly they have Drew: and they think they can judge me Indie: is it? Indie: you got me livin in borrowed school garms cos i aint trying to be where you are Indie: thats what youre letting fly Drew: i ain't kicked you out Drew: i'm asking you to come back now Indie: nah just rio Indie: its our drum but to you its nother thing you gotta take from me Indie: you so slipped Drew: it was mine first Drew: where'd you expect me to go Indie: why I gotta care for you? Indie: dont chat to me like you aint had another yard you shot from all while you w ro Indie: i aint no tourist Indie: you werent moving gear from ours or hers Drew: yeah but it's my mates gaff really Drew: and a shithole Indie: lay your head there Indie: thats how im livin Drew: its my name on the tenancy still Drew: why you trying to do me like this when i've always put a roof over your head Indie: yeah you been a real one Indie: bare hectic like Drew: i provided for you Indie: and what cos you gave me shit you get to put your dick in my sister innit Indie: my bad Drew: that ain't your business its between me and her Indie: you got jokes boy Drew: s'no joke kid Drew: but this weeds nearly gone now so you missed out Indie: i aint relying on you for my stash Indie: its all good Indie: you cant have had none much anyway if you rinsed it through by now Drew: everyone stressing me Drew: even you Indie: 💔 innit Indie: i feel it but you aint trying to ask Drew: come chill w me then it'll be a laugh Indie: if the 🚬 is gone then you aint got no thing for me Drew: alright be like that Indie: are we smoking or nah Indie: not trying to chat Drew: yeah come on man Indie: if i get there and you rinsed of it imma merk you Drew: please Drew: this is what i do Indie: but you been said i missed out Indie: whats real? Drew: there's a couple blunts worth left Drew: easy Indie: and imma be trekin for that? Indie: what else you got Drew: [Pic of various pills and potions] Indie: safe Indie: we can kick it Drew: 👍 Indie: ✌

[voidfirenate]

Down the Rabbit hole, little Wolf (part 3)

Letting out a low groan, Nate tried to push himself up off the floor of the cave or at least… What he assumed was a cave. The ground beneath him was rough and cold, like it’d been exposed to the harsh coerthas weather for years prior to his capture. His eyes were blindfolded while his arms and legs were bond, this caused him to wince. For when the ropes cut into the already destroyed flesh, pain of unimaginable volume ripped through him. Clenching his teeth together, it took all he had not to cry out even as footsteps made their way to him. “He’s awake, Sir Fawlor. “  Heart slamming against his chest, Nate could feel the presence of three men. The one that spoke being on his far left while the one in the middle walked closure. Bastard was lucking he was tied up or he’d rip him to shreds, instead growling low as he drew near him. His captor laughed, before speaking with a familiar Ishgardian accent. “He sure does take the title ‘Wolf of Dzemael’ to heart. Easy, missir, easy. We aren’t going to hurt you more than we have to. As a matter of fact, we have been sent to save you.” He clarified, before moving back leaving Nate confused. Hesitating to answer, the half breed merely listened pushing through the usual chatter of the dead around him to focus on the now. “Save me?” He asked wanting to keep him talking so he didnt lose him in the room. There was a clank of metal bowls and some sort of hallowed tool, things he assumed the third man was messing with.   “Aye. Save you, Nald. “ A echoing female voice answered him causing Nate to become alarmed. Her voice was… behind him but he didnt /feel/ her there. Swallowing the unease, his head looked back a little. “You have the wrong man. My names Nathaniel…” He answered her evenly, not understanding what cult shite he’d been roped into or how the white aevis played into it. “Nathaniel Castor, that is just your mortal name. A name you’ll lose after my loves spell, free’s you. Like he did me and the others in our Parthenon.” Oooohkay. Bitch be crazier than he thought and if there was one thing he knew about crazy it was hard to reason with. Hm’ing slowly, Nate straightened himself out. “Riiiiiiight. Well you can tell your um. ‘Love’ I’m not interested mmkay?” His wrists wormed slow against each other while his hands moved across the floor looking for a sharp rock or something. The woman chuckled, just as he felt a calloused and small hand pet his head gently. A gesture that was instantly replied by him jerking back with a snarl, warning her not to touch. He didnt like being touched, and sure as hell not while bond against his will. “He knew you’d say that. Its just the fear talking but I promise you. Draco would never allow anything to hurt you.” “Holiness, the rituals ready.” Nate froze… What… His body shivered as dread filled him. “Thank you my child. Halone blesses you for your hard work, so please make sure we are not disturbed?” There was silence before two of the presences left the room while one stayed. “I dont trust him, Holiness. He could try to escape.” Smart one, that thug was. Of course Nate wanted to escape, gods only knew what the hells was about to happen to him. There was… no foot steps for the woman. ONly her melodic voice appearing in a different part of the room. “Do you believe /me/, goddess of war and Ice, to need a mortals protection?” Her tone was dangerous, whoever that guy was he’d better be wary of what he said next.

“Of course not, your Holiness. I merely am unsure of his safety.” He ventured, which Nate guessed was the right answer judging by her wholesome chuckle. However, as he was formulating his plan she appeared in his face. Something he didnt know till she answered, “I think I can restrain myself. Now… Nald I need you to be as still as possible. Moving will only bring you more pain in this.” Drawing a slow breath in, Nate was struggling to find the right way to do this. Shite. Shite. Shite. Shite. “What are you about to do to me… “ He asked her slowly as reared his head back, waiting till her voice came across to him once more only then could he attempt a head butt and run.  His fingers found a nice big pebble that’d been broken at some point in its life, making it have rough edge to it. Good enough, He thought till she spoke… and had gotten behind him again. 

Those hands slipped down his arms, turning his nerves to flames as his voice cried then cut off by his self control til she’d took his item away. “Set you free. Remove the demons chains that have coiled around your soul. Yes, we know about Ahemait. Draco was the one who gave your little lover the idea upon your death.” “What?!” Nate nearly shouted as she grabbed his hair and pulled his head back. “Quiet an listen. I do /not/ repeat myself. Ahemait was meant to be your demon. A beast for you to control but that Au ra boy messed up his incantation which resulted in the soul eater becoming your parasite.” She sighed but this was all news to him. Not the demon part… that much he was aware of. Ahemait took up most of his body with brief and annoying periods of possessing him. After a moment she left him go and removed his blindfold allowing him to see her for who she was. No face. Only a tall elezen woman dressed in fine ice blue armor and matching helm. Her hands were exposed as she carried the metal bowl, that he could now see was full of blood, some bones, and bright purple leaves. The beast under the surface began to cry out, for on the back of one of the womans hands… was the mark of a hunter. Their hunter. Their end. “My love has labored tirelessly to correct this mistake and find a solution. You’ll be freed soon, Nald, then everything will be as it shouldve been. With you as a god.” Nate bared his teeth at her and the utter shite coming out of her mouth. She was crazy! They all were! They did this to him? Draco told Gran how to bring him back. . Or rather how to be a live sacrifice for a demon summoning?! Suddenly as his emotions peaked, Ahemait grabbed the reigns his violets reverting to a bright green. “You stupid bitch! You’re no goddess and I look forward to tearing your throat in this realm and the ne- ARGGGGGGGH!” His or rather its words were cut off as Halone threw the concoction onto him. Every fiber of his being igniting literally as intense red and green flames erupted around Nate. “Hush, you filthy hell crawler. I hope you enjoyed your time here. .  Cause there is no next time. This will erase you, and bring Nald into his rebirth as the god of the Dead.” An even tone, with sweeter words of unknown origin began to fly from the armored womans lips as the ritual … had begun.