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banana-milk-enthusiast · 1 year ago

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beat Forspoken, and while I probably will write an in-depth review down the line cuz i have many thoughts, I'm just going to pointform my basic thoughts while it's still fresh.

PROS

Great designs all around, the Tantas look so breathtaking with their extravagant designs and yet it doesn't take away from their world, it fits just right in. Absolutely love it.

Good world building most questions i had were answered either through the main story or extra archive stuff. Nothing felt too weird yknow

Gameplay gameplay gameplay. The magic system is literally amazing. I dont think I've had this much fun fighting in an rpg in a long time. Theres so much fun variety so you can focus on whats comfortable for you while also looking sick as fuck. Have i mentioned how good the battle system is cuz i avoid playing mage in every game because its such a slog but here its so fast paced and hits hard. Perfect for me.

The music is soooo good, I love the main theme and find myself humming it literally all the time.

Great graphics but maybe a lil too many particle effects but otherwise really pretty.

The story is technically a pro. Like its good, not bad, not great, just good. Basically something you'd find in the YA Fantasy section, thats the kinda quality it was. Which isn't a insult I did enjoy the story and characters. It just needed polish, fix up the dialogue and trim some of the story fat and i wouldn't have any complaints tbh. Probably would do better as a book series tho ngl, not sure what game format would have saved it.

Shoutout to the accessibility options. I'm glad more games are including these. I'll never understand complaints about them though, like just dont use them if you dont want/need to thats it.

ALMOST FORGOT THE COOLEST THING. THE NAILS. I'm sorry but the idea of using nail art to inscribe magic runes to give you buffs is the coolest fucking idea ever, why has this concept not been used till now. We always see rune tatoos or written on gear and stuff im fantasy media but this is such a neat ideaaaa and im forever thankful for it. Her capes are cool too I guess, with there was more variety rather than recolors tho. Kinda wish we could also get different outfits for her tho. Those jeans probably chafe.

CONS

THE OPEN WORLD IS SO BIG FOR NO GODDAMN REASON. I honestly wish this wasn't an open world game tbh, its so unnecessary. Halfway through the game, i got so frustrated and ignored everything that wasn't story points cuz getting everywhere takes so damn long, especially early on when you dont have fancy parkour or stamina. Easily its biggest fault for me.

I understand they thought it'd do way better than what happened but planning out a story as a trilogy in the gaming industry is not a smart move. I've yet to play the dlc so idk if we get closure but the loose ends werent a great way for the game to end.

Oh, the dialogue. Its easily one of the gamest weakest points. Like the type of dialogue i was writing in my original stories when i was 13 (not that ive gotten any better tbh). Basically, it's not what you expect from such a vaunted company. Frey is great when shes excited or angry, which is most of the time, but occasionally, they'll hit me with the cheesiest line I've heard in years, and idk how to handle it. Like the stuff she says in the final chapter is honestly so robotic, there is no natural flow present. Which is a pity cuz the actress was killing it tbh, like she definitely carried the lines with her emotion. Unfortunately, it couldn't save them. Like if it was something they dropped on ps3 or wii, it honestly would have done fine. What i mean to say is the dialogue is very outdated in this age of gaming. im actually surprised how out of touch it feels. Especially since otherwise its a solid game all around. Regarding Cuff and Frey banter you do have the option to make it less frequent or just turn it off but i never really found them annoying regardless.

Maybe its just me but the control scheme feels so weird, the games makes you feel like you should be gliding most of the time but holding O while spaming all those trigger buttons feels so awkward to me. But then again I also didnt care enough to change the control scheme so.

#migght come back and edit this as i think of stuff #can genuinely say i like the game though absolutely worth the 30 dollars i got it on sale for any more is a robbery #will probably come back to this when i finish the dlc to see if my mind changed on anything #forspoken #forspoken spoilers #long post #cannot post break on mobile so sorry to ya'll timeline

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thevoidbunny · 2 years ago

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I managed to get enough storage on my phone to play through the rest of travel memories so here's what I though of them

Ocean Sovereign: WHY IS IT SO LONG? Sorry, it was just surprising it went on for 20 stages when usually the events are just 12 stages. That, and there was so much stuff going on. We had Genevieve and Smokey's entire feud, Fleur and his gift, and Beryl's whole deal, it just felt like they were shoving everything into one story. But I guess I shouldn't be too hard since it was the third event ever. Beryl and Raphael's friendship carried it in the beginning, and then around stage 15 everything really started picking up steam. The entire Heat Wave section was actually really good and got me reinvested in the story. Which leads us to...

Endgame: A surprising improvement! Despite having no battles, the story was concise and gave everyone their own time to shine. Plus the "Vice wanted to be a Navigator" part hits different with Keen Sight around. Rating: Beach Episode/10

Dunefire Strike: Now I get why everyone praises this event, because it was that good. The best way I can describe it is like watching an action movie. It's just a fight for survival, and you can FEEL that so well. Everyone coming together to take down Hylinger gave me goosebump man. 10/10 Putting the rest under cut because I wrote too much lol.

Letters From The Skies: As someone who read Paloma's file before playing this event, learning just HOW they died fucked me up. Literally had to put down my phone and walk around. Pittman is okay, but he is naive to the fact true justice can't be achieved in the state Lumopolis is in. Those two aside, the courier sideplot was really cute, and the part were the letters fell from the skies gave me chills. Also, I have huge respect for Lin Guild now. Rating: I'm crying/10

Gloom of the night: It was alright, but im asking this right now. Why does everyone seem sympathetic to Rein? When I first heard of him I though he was just a guy who got hit with the ire of Lumopolis but,, He literally gave out enhancers that mutated people into Eclipsites, tried to assassinate Istavn to take over Umbraton, and almost destroyed the dam protecting the city from flooding. Is it because he's considered attractive??? IS THAT IT- Rating: TRUE ORDER CAMEO/10 Aurora Aeterna: Wow, I don't think I've ever hated a character as much in this game as Hedy. First off the pros: Cordy wasn't that bad as I thought, she's just got the short end of the stick considering her artwork. Paloma appeared so that's a plus. Pittman's learning but you can't undo a lifetime of conditioning in a few weeks so he still slips up. Shoutout to Carleen trying to get justice (even if it is vetoed). Now the cons: Hedy fucking sucks man. I already didn't like her when she first appeared (she was giving me off vibes), but then when she was telling Pittman he should stay in his place, AND THEN the entire veiled death threat to Paloma, WHEN HEDY LITERALLY READ HER FILE AND THUS KNOWNS HER FAMILY WERE UNJUSTLY KILLED.... She's so lucky she's a video game character. Sure she "improves" by the end, but unless some major character development occurs, Hedy is bottom of the tier list. But Hedy ain't the only one who's earned my goddamn Ire. Let's talk about Schwartz shall we? For being the so called ruler of Lumopolis, he sure is a fucking puppet head for the nobles. Maintain order at all cost, he says. But what happens when that order causes another injustice to occur? That lets another innocent girl like Paloma to lose her family? That lets another child like Beryl to be experimented on? Or that lets another scummy noble get away with their crime? Reinhardt gets a pass because she definitely was putting up an act about how she truly feels surrounding Illumina's experiments, and Bethlehem was trying to keep everyone in the room calm. Rating: Upper Lumopolis burns at dawn/10

#alchemy stars #void plays alchemy stars #this got outta hand haha

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fandom-blackhole · 3 years ago

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Fanfiction Trope MASH-UP

Din Djarin

53. Mutual pining, 41. First kiss, 6. Bookshop AU 👀

Hope this is enough of a distraction! ❤

First of all, how dare you make me think of how cute this little AU is, because now I'm yearning for modern Din and Grogu! Second, yes darling, this is going to distract me all night lmao

53. Mutual pining

41. First kiss

6. Bookshop AU

Din Djarin x Reader

Owning your own little bookshop had its pros and cons. Some of the cons, to name a few, was worrying about making enough to keep the store open, dealing with angry people when you shop didn't carry the book they wanted, the building you were in was old and leaked every time it rained, and just the entire business side of the bookstore bored you and made your anxiety raise just thinking about it. But the pros, those more then made up for the stress of counting each penny in order to order stock. And those pros came in the form of your two favorite customers, a young boy, always dressed in the cutest green frog sweater and his father who took your breath the first time he walked into you small store. Din Djarin was handsome in a way that was devastating. Not only was he physically handsome, with brown eyes that screamed of kindness, broad shoulders and a narrow waist, hands big enough to dwarf any book in your store, and scruff that was so patchy you couldn't help but find it cute, but Din was also handsome in the way that he acted, the way he would gently talk to his son as they picked out books or as he sat in the reading nook and read to Grogu, the way he would always ask about your day, how when he saw you struggling with boxes on more than one occasion he had stepped in and moved them for you not letting you lift another box. Din was sweet and kind to you, and with every small smile he gave you, you thought your heart would burst from your chest. And his son, Grogu, was obviously in the best hands. The boy was just as polite as his father, and just as devastatingly cute. The young boy, who you always joked about being your best customer, always ran into the store with an excites wave and a smile, and almost always ran and gave you the biggest hug he could. On occasion, the little cutie would bring you a present to add to a shelf you had cleared just for him. The presents were what you'd expect a kid to give, a dandelion, a colorful leaf, a shiny rock, and once a piece of candy that Din explained he had cried over for days after seeing it before Din went and bought it for him. You cared deeply for the two, and they brightened your weeks with each visit they made.

One week, it had been raining and storming every single day with no reprieve. You had all but written off seeing the two, knowing they always walked to your shop, but there you were shocked when a tiny frog rainbooted blur came dashing towards you and wrapped your legs in a hug, quickly followed by a hushed stern voice saying, "Stop it kid, you're gonna get them all wet!"

You could only giggle and lean down to give him a proper hug, looking over towards Din, saying, "If getting wet is the price I pay for my favorite and best customer's hug, then I'll gladly take it."

Din only shook his head and gave you his small smile, making you bite the inside of your lip feeling the rush of warmth in your chest and face. The two then disappeared into the children's section, you occasionally hearing Grogu's giggle, or Din's quiet rumbling voice, making you grin as you walked around organizing shelves. Eventually, you got lost in thought, humming quietly to yourself as you worked. You hadn't noticed the set of eyes watching you, and you barely caught the throat being cleared before you bumped into what you could have almost mistaken for a bookshelf with how solid it was. When you turned to look up, eyes wide and already apologizing, you found Din's soft eyes looking at you. Din took no time brushing your apology to the side, before furrowed his brows and saying, "There is a bucket full of water in the middle of the children's section."

You sighed painfully and nodded, before turning back to your work to both somewhat distract yourself from the way his eyes were boring into you, and to keep you hands busy from nervous fidgeting, as you said, "Yeah...it leaks back there whenever it rains super hard. I just... I havent been able to get it fixed yet."

Then Din shocked you completely, he grabbed your hand, stilling it and making you look into those soulful eyes before whispering, "I can fix that."

You had tried to argue with him, telling him you'd get to it eventually and making up reason why he shouldn't, but each time he shot you down, until he was paying for the stack of books Grogu had grabbed and he had set up a weekend day he could come over to do the job.

When the weekend finally came around, it was hot and muggy from all of the rain, and Din had shown up with everything he needed, and Grogu, who you agreed to watch while he worked, the least you could do considering he was trying to work without payment. But Din had also shown up in a white t-shirt that hugged his chest and showed off his softer middle, and jeans that fit right in all of the right places, and you couldn't help but feel your mouth go dry. You had closed the store for the day, and had made a lunch for the three of you the night before, so while Din made quick work with the roof, you and Grogu played games and read books in the little reading nook. Eventually, he got hungry so you let him eat, and shortly after he dozed off looking through a hidden images book. With a smile, you tucked him gently into a more comfortable position and draped a soft quilt around his shoulder. When you turned around though your heart stopped and you felt heat rush to your face. While you had been distraction, Din had snuck into the store and watched with an aching heart as you took care of his son, falling for the soft and loving smile that graced your features as you did. When you turned around completely, you took in his form, and felt a pang of guilt with how red his face was from working in the sun, but also a pang of something else entirely as your eyes soaked in the way Din's sweat shirt clung to his chest, leaving nothing to your imagination and how his hair curled so perfectly from the dampness of sweat and the humidity.

"I finished," his soft rumble broke you from you ogling, and the heat in your face spread to your chest as you cleared your throat. "Come sit down then, I made food last night and I imagine you're hungry so eat, and I will go get you some ice water to cool off."

You rushed away, as Din checked on Grogu before settling on the floor, and reaching for the plate that was on the coffee table. You appeared seconds later, setting a glass in front of him, before sitting beside him, grabbing your own plate.

"Sorry it isn't anything fancy, but I thought that the ravioli would be something Grogu and you both may like."

"It is perfect, thank you."

The two of you ate in silence after that, both of you stealing glances at the other while they weren't looking. When you finished, you took the plates and set them aside before shyly saying, "Thank you again, Din. You have helped me so much with this favor, and if I can repay you in anyway just tell me."

"It was nothing, and you owe me nothing, I promise."

You looked over at him, a soft and kind smile showing on your face, "I feel bad not doing anything for you or paying you. There has to be something?"

Din was quiet for a few minutes, his eyes taking in your earnest and open body language, taking in how your own eyes danced around his form, and before he could think twice about it, he said, "There is one thing..."

"Anything, you only have to ask."

Din took in how perked up you were, leaning towards him in the small space that separated the two of you. Taking a deep breath for courage, Din leaned in himself, and whispered, hot breath ghosting over your face, "A kiss?"

You swallowed thickly in shock, and met his gaze, finding no teasing look, only want so soft you thought you'd melt, so you replied by softly nodding and slowly drifting your eyes shut. Then you felt it, a soft brush of plush lips against your own, before they connected fully. The kiss was quick, and loving, and you followed his lips as he pulled away. Slowly, you both looked at eachother, taking in the other's reaction, before reaching out again. You buried one of your hands in Din's sinfully soft curls, as one of his broad palms cupped your cheek. This kiss was more passionate, but not pushing. The two of you finally just enjoying the feel of the other. The kiss expressed so much love and passion that it had you addicted and never wanting to pull away. But eventually the two of you needed to leave the other for air, and as your chests both heaved slightly, Din whispered while his forehead pressed against yours, "I also wouldn't say no to a date."

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let-it-raines · 4 years ago

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Ok you probably saw this coming but now I need to see Emma and Killian working together - how it works, what they do, people’s reactions, everything pretty please!? 😊 (Assuming that is what you were alluding to? 😉)

I am...behind in Catch Me If You Can extras. I had about a million and two in my head since I love this universe most of all, and then life happened and I took some time off from writing. But nevertheless, here I am with a short little extra of the two of them being commentators together! I think they’ll probably have some pretty good on-camera chemistry, don’t you?

ao3 | here |

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March 2026

“Do you think I should wear my uniform?”

“What?” Emma yells.

“Do you think I should wear my uniform?” Killian repeats, trying his hardest not to yell since Emma is one room over.

He hears Emma before he sees her, and she pops her head into the closet with her brows furrowed together and her head cocked to the side. She’s got her hair in curlers, only one eye has mascara, and her portable breast pump is attached to her. She’s a sight for sore eyes, and he couldn’t imagine a more beautiful woman if he tried.

“You’re kidding, right?” she asks, and she obviously did not find his joke funny.

Killian shrugs. “Why would I be kidding? Look at this section of the closet. It’s all my uniforms and t-shirts and joggers. I have more Yankees-branded clothes than regular clothes, and I feel like it would be fitting to wear something that paid homage to my time as a player.”

Emma’s head recoils and she shakes her head, little lines popping up on her forehead. “You’re wearing the fitted navy suit, white shirt, matching navy tie, and you have a Yankees pin to put on your lapel. Didn’t the network go over this with you?”

“No, not at all.”

Her eyes narrow, like little slits of impending death, and if she could cross her arms over her chest, she would. He knows it. “You’re fucking with me, and I don’t appreciate it.”

“Come on. I know you do, love.”

“I don’t.”

Killian sighs and walks over to her, tilting his head and curling the corners of his lips. He blinks, slowly, and stares at Emma as he waits for her to smile. When she doesn’t, he places his hands on her hips and traces his lips across her neck, gently enough to not leave a mark or any trace of his stubble. If he messes up her makeup, she likely will murder him and get away with it. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Emma.”

“Killian.”

He presses a long kiss against the lobe of her ear and runs his hand down her back. “If you don’t want to have this argument on television, I feel like now might be the time we need to have it.”

“That seems like, ah – emotional blackmail.”

Killian nips down at her ear before pulling back, dipping his head so they’re eye level as he tucks a loose strand behind her ear. “You okay?”

“Honestly?”

“Always.”

“I’m a little worried that my boobs are going to start leaking on TV and that we’re going to have no chemistry together and also that we’re going to have to stop the broadcast because MJ is having a meltdown and Jace is having a meltdown because his sister is having a meltdown. And honestly, I feel like life was a lot simpler when you were lying to me about having a shoulder injury and my ex-boyfriend and your father were creating a smear campaign against us that made national headlines and nearly ruined our lives.”

Killian chuckles. He can’t help it, and he knows his wife wants to knee him in the balls for it, but he really cannot help himself. She’s stressed, and she shouldn’t be. If anything, he should be the one shitting himself because he’s the one doing something new today. But he knows better than to say that when he’s not the one who feels like he has to balance ten different jobs at once.

Emma keeps putting everything on her shoulders, like she’s the only one who can carry the stress, but he wants to carry the burdens as well. That is how their marriage works.

“You know, when you put it like that, it makes me realize our lives have never been boring. And life was probably simpler then, but none of what you’re fearing now is going to happen.”

“Really? You can guarantee that my boobs aren’t going to leak and that our children aren’t going to have meltdowns? Margot is three months old. All she does is have meltdowns and all my boobs do is leak when I get off this stupid feeding schedule because my body is only a feeding machine right now.”

Killian tilts his head and smiles. “I can guarantee we’re going to have chemistry working together.”

Emma scoffs and rolls her eyes. “You’re just saying that because you’re happy to have a job again.”

Killian shrugs and kisses Emma’s cheek. “Well, I need something to do until Jace and MJ are old enough for me to coach all of their teams.”

“Killian Jones, former three-time World Series Champion, spends his days getting yelled at by overinvolved parents of seven-year-olds at baseball and ballet and fly fishing.”

“Doesn’t sound too different from my playing days. Also, fly fishing?”

“I didn’t want to limit them. We don’t know what their hobbies are going to be.”

“Too true, love. I have a feeling they’ll be trying everything they can get their hands on.”

Emma huffs and taps her knuckles over Killian’s chest. The smile she’s been hiding starts poking out. “Tonight, do you think we can get Mary Margaret and David to watch the kids, and you and I go on a date? Like, a real one where we get dressed up and go out and have full intentions to have sex afterward but really, we go to bed early and wake up feeling like humans again.”

“You are speaking my language.” Killian’s hand falls to Emma’s waist and inches back to give her ass a quick squeeze. “Go finish getting ready. You’re going to make me late to my first day on the job.”

“I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.”

“I might later.”

“That’s a risk I’m willing to take.”

Jace wanders into the closet as Killian is buttoning his shirt – the white button down and not his jersey – and he starts a long, very detailed conversation about the pros and cons of peanut butter with peanuts and without, and Killian does his best to pay attention to him and keep him occupied as Emma gets ready. That mostly means Jace tries climbing up on the shelves and grabbing Emma’s things, and after Killian is dressed and his hair is tamed enough, he picks Jace up and takes him to get dressed. The lucky kid doesn’t have to wear a suit. He gets to wear a Yankees sweatshirt and a pair of jeans, and his hair, curly mess that it is, will never be tamed. The baby monitor on Killian’s phone goes off, telling him Margot is up from her nap, and he takes Jace with him to MJ’s nursery to get her ready as well. Ariel is watching the two of them up in the suite today, bless her, and she’ll likely watch them for every game. They wanted to hire a nanny, but Ariel insisted that there were enough people to watch all the kids during the games. That’s a lie considering they’re all old and most of them have procreated now, so the kids far outnumber the adults.

It’s like a madhouse in their suite, and Killian could barely handle it when he only had Jace.

“Hello, little love,” Killian tells MJ as he changes her out of her pajamas and into the outfit Emma laid out. “Are you ready for your first baseball game? You don’t even know how much you’re about to have to watch this game. It’s going to be your entire life, whether you like it or not.”

“Where’s Will?” Jace asks.

“Big Will or little Will?”

“Little.”

“Where’d you leave him?” Killian asks as he pulls MJ’s pants up. “You had him while eating breakfast, so he might be in the kitchen.”

“Can I go check?”

“Give me a minute.”

“Too long.”

Killian chuckles and tries hurrying to dress Margot as she squirms and moves as much as anyone as small as her can, and he keeps his eye on Jace as he goes through the books in Margot’s room. She’s got a wall of them, something Emma saw on Pinterest and wanted to do, and while they’re supposed to be displayed nicely, Jace always has other ideas.

Thankfully, Emma’s heels start clicking down the hall, and she appears in the room, a vision in a cream dress that hugs her curves and heels that will definitely distract him for the rest of the day. Killian lets out a low whistle, and she rolls her eyes. “You’re a vision, darling.”

“Pretty, Mama,” Jace agrees.

“Thank you, baby.” Emma pulls her hand out from behind her back and Will the stuffed red lobster appears. She is magical, Killian swears. “I hear you’re looking for Will.”

“Thank you,” he squeals, moving from the books and toward Emma to get the lobster.

“You guys ready to go?” Emma asks. “You look nice, babe.”

“Better than I do in my uniform?”

Emma laughs. “Well, I like your ass in both.”

“Ass,” Jace squeals, and Emma covers her mouth, eyes wide.

“We’re ruining them,” she whispers behind her hands. “I can’t believe I did that.”

Killian chuckles and picks MJ up, holding her in the crook of his arm. “Blame it on Will if Jace says it in public.”

“You’re horrible.”

“I’m not the one who is teaching our son curse words while talking about how attracted I am to my husband’s behind.”

“Let’s just go,” Emma laughs, taking MJ from him and fussing with her hair. “We’re going to be late.”

They’re not late.

They’re not even close to late. They get to the stadium ahead of time, drop the kids off with Ariel, and they have time to sneak into the clubhouse and say hello to Will, Eric, Rob, and the rest of the guys. They’re in the middle of doing press and warm-ups, and Killian has to dodge questions of his own. His time as a baseball player is over, and two years later, that’s still hard for him to accept. It’s reality, however, and he ignores the ache in his chest and threads his fingers together with Emma as they leave the clubhouse and move to the production booth to do all of their pre-game tests. Emma is a natural, and he has to remind himself this is what she’s done for years. It’s her job, and she’s damn good at it. It’s his job now, too, but this isn’t what he was meant to do. He was meant to be out on the field, not behind the glass.

That’s the past. This isn’t. It’s the here and now.

And he’s thankful to still be involved in the game that has shaped his life.

“You’re going to be great,” Emma promises, reaching over and pressing her hand over his. “We’ve done practice runs. You’ve done this before. All you have to do is talk to me and talk about baseball. That’s literally what you already do every single day.”

“Hey now, I do have things in my life I love besides you and baseball. I also enjoy my kids and baking and complaining about different aches after I’ve exercised.”

“Well, you can talk about those things too.”

“Even the time I think I pulled a muscle in my ass?”

Emma rolls her eyes and adjusts her microphone. “I know I made you feel all good about it earlier, but stop talking about your ass.”

“Actually,” Ruby says from her spot behind the camera, “I feel like that would make our ratings go up.”

Killian shakes his head and chuckles, rolling in his chair and straightening his back as Emma does the same, adjusting her dress and not-so-slightly checking to see if she’s started leaking. Just another day in the life for them. Ruby holds up her fingers, counting down to the camera starting to roll, and Killian looks at Emma, waiting for her to begin.

“Hi, my name is Emma Jones, and I’m here with a familiar face to most of you. I’m thrilled to welcome former Yankees starting pitcher, three-time World Series Champion, two-time Cy Young Award winner, an eight-time All Star, and most impressively, the father of my children and my husband, Killian Jones. He’ll be working with me all season long, and I promise you he got the job all on his own merit. It has nothing to do with any strings I’ve pulled.”

“Well, that sounds a little suspicious, love.”

“Only if you point it out.”

Killian laughs and turns away from Emma to look at the camera. “I’m thrilled to be working with Emma and the rest of the crew this season, as well as getting to mercilessly critique my former teammates. Scarlet, I’m looking at you.”

“Welcome to Opening Day,” Emma chuckles, squeezing his hand under the desk, and his racing heart settles, the beat staying in the settled place where it always is with Emma by his side. No matter how much he wants to be out on the field and no matter how much he still misses it, he cannot imagine a place where he’d rather be right now. “Let’s look at this highlight reel of last season, and then we’ll talk about all the roster changes for this season. I think it’s going to be a good one.”

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bobawriteslove · 4 years ago

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Helpless (Pro-hero) Kirishima X reader pt. 2

Warning: Intense fluff That night you laid in bed staring at the ceiling. You began to wonder if (f/n) was right, maybe you should give dating a chance. Experience the ups and downs about being in a relationship, but then again you don't need to rely on someone else to make you happy. Your thoughts kept you awake the majority of the night until you finally crashed around 3 am. The following morning, your friend's voice echoed throughout your house waking you up. You groaned in irritation as you sat up in your bed rubbing around your bed hair. She opened your door looking directly at your bed. “Oh good (y/n) You’re awake! Get dressed, they're going to be there in an hour!” (F/n) pulled your blankets off your body exposing you to the cold. “Up and at em’ we need to get you all pretty for Mr. Riot!” You sighed getting up from your bed walking to your bathroom to wash up. The clothes (F/n) picked out for you were surprisingly not as revealing as you had assumed them to be. You got dressed in a pair of dark blue ripped jeans, a white blouse that tied on the end exposing just a bit of your stomach and a pair of brown knee high boots. You hated to admit it but you looked damn good with a little bit of effort. Styling your hair into a half up-half down look curling the ends. You didn't bother with a whole bunch of makeup, just simple eyeliner and gloss. You came out of the bathroom revealing the clothes. (F/N)’s eyes lit up at the sight of you. “Holy shit (Y/n) you look cute--no not cute. Sexy. If I was a guy I’d definitely try to fuck you.” (F/N)’s complement was a bit extreme but you knew she meant well. You actually felt confident in the way you looked. But you’d never tell her that cause you’d never hear the end of it. (F/N) pulled out her phone searching something up. “So from your place its only a 20 minute walk. If we wanna get there earlier than the rest we should head out now.” She grabbed all of your essentials including her own rushing out towards the front door. You followed closely behind her heading towards the mall, evidently by the time you arrived there was around a line wrapping around the building. (F/N) groaned in defeat looking at the time. “They beat us here?! How, there’s no way! They must have camped here all night.” You eyed the crowd of girls whose faces were buried in their mirrors as they prepared for the event. The amount of makeup caked up on their skin made yours crawl and itch. (F/N) dragged her feet towards the back of the never ending line, tears about to spill from her eyes. You reached a hand out grabbing her arm catching her attention. You quickly dragged her out of sight towards the back of the back gate. You pulled back the clipped metal ushering your friend inside. “Okay we’re gonna have a serious talk about this later but for now I.FUCKING.LOVE.YOU!” Laughing to yourself you went through behind her carefully closing it back up to look complete. You brought her to the back door of the wall and it was busy enough at the right moment for you to sneak inside without catching any attention from the patrons. The two of you walked to the event section, it was relatively empty which allowed you to find a place to rest your legs on the indoor fountain. You were surprisingly tired, meaning you used a lot more of your energy than you anticipated.(F/N) took her place next to you staring at you suspiciously. “So (y/n), we gonna talk about it?” “Hm, talk about what?” you answered casually as you people watched. “You know what! How did you know about that secret passageway?” “Oh that, well remember when i was trying to buy that new fighting game? I didn't feel like waiting on the line that day and I discovered it when a bunch of boys cut the wire. Guess they didn't feel like waiting either. So when I saw how sad you were it reminded me of where it was and I snuck us inside.” (F/N) hugged you tightly, practically suffocating you in her chest! “Who's my precious little criminal!” She squealed out. “You went through with it too, that makes you just as guilty as I am!” you said in a gasped voice. “Oh hey I guess you’re right---WHO’S MY PRECIOUS LITTLE PARTNER IN CRIME?” she cooed at you. You rolled your eyes, shrugging her off. You couldn't help but laugh at her nickname for you. “What time are they supposed to be here again?” “I think the flyer said between 2 or 3 o'clock, so they should be arriving any moment now--” As if on cue the sound of screaming girls echoed through the halls. You covered your ears watching as a sea of girls flooded the entrance to the mall. You and (F/N) stood on the fountain trying to see over the horde that was only growing in size. The only thing visible was a blonde and red fluff among the crowd. (F/N) squealed pointing in their direction. “IT REALLY IS THEM! WE GOTTA GET OVER THERE” You felt a bit more determined now that the odds of getting to them seemed nearly impossible. The crowd began to move towards the staircase, you grabbed your friends wrist again hopping off the fountain rushing to the staff only escalator. It was much faster than the regular stairs that were currently being occupied. The two of you made your way around the crowd, luckily the crowd wasn't too aggressive but it was obvious that no girl wanted to lose their spots in front of the stage. The small staging area upstairs was set up rather nicely but it was meant to keep some kind of order among the girls. The staff only allowed 4 girls at a time to go up on stage to meet the boys, even exchanging the gifts they brought. The lines were moving pretty quickly and it was almost your turn. The wait wasn't bad at all, but it seemed like the girls in front of you didn't feel the same way. They were becoming extremely rowdy as the girls before them took their time carrying on a conversation longer than what was allowed. Soon the girls before you began to shout absurdities towards the girls on the stage which caused them to respond back resulting in an argument. Most of the girls cleared out, backing away to give the girls some space but you and (F/N) stayed put. You weren't worried about the fight turning physical because that would cause a bigger issue for the rest of you. You worked too hard to lose your spot now. (F/N) stood close by but unfortunately the fight took a turn for the worse. You tried to move out of the way stepping up on the stairs to the stage , the girls fighting pushed and shoved each other even landing a few hits here and there. However you were caught in the crossfire and were pushed off the staging area, you fell towards the crowd of girls at the bottom making the scream, You braced yourself for impact, closing your eyes tightly. The sound of your friends voice and a loud “fuck” echoed in your ears. You felt yourself being engulfed in a tight embrace, you head being tucked into a shoulder and shielded from behind. You and your savior hit the ground rather hard but you didn't get a chance to feel it due to the person cushioning your fall. You looked up and gasped, getting a good look at their face. Bakugo stared down at you grinding his teeth angrily. “Stupid women.” He winced in pain as he stood up turning to face the girls who started the fighting cracking his knuckles. “Listen here you idiots, you pull something like this again and you’ll have to answer to me you got that! AND THAT GOES FOR THE REST OF YOU!” He smashed his fist to his palm activating his quirk. The girls behind the ropes squealed completely ignoring what just happened. He walked off leaving you on the ground as he walked towards the stage. Your eyes followed him as he ascended. Kirishima looked at his friend before hopping off the stage himself walking over to you reaching a hand out. “Are you alright Miss?” It took all your willpower to now gawk at him, he was gorgeous up close but you pushed the thought to the back of your mind grabbing his hand to pull yourself up. He helped you with no effort, his muscle rippling as he assisted you. He scanned over your body for injury as he spoke softly to you. “I'm sorry about him, he’s not too great at consoling a victim but at least you’re safe now. Unless you require medical help?” Your friend watched from behind him giving you the ‘I told you face’ wiggling her eyebrows. You turned back to him giving him a friendly smile which shocked him a bit. “I’m fine, thank you Red Riot.” “Ah--” He gave you one of his boyish smiles in return rubbing the back of his neck. “You can call me Eijiro okay, What’s your name?”. You suddenly forgot how to speak and fumbled to find your words which made him laugh loudly. “Relax! Breathe, everything's cool.” You took a deep breath with his help finally introducing yourself.

“My names (y/n)” “(Y/N)?” he repeated back to you. “Yeah.” “That’s beautiful--I mean cool! Anyways, I better be going but um, are you gonna be alright (y/n)?” Your friend signaled over his shoulder for you to pretend to be injured and you shook your head at her. He leaned back into your view and looked at you with genuine concern. “So you’re not okay? “ he questioned. Your eyes snapped back to his concerned red ones. “Oh no! I mean, I’m fine.” “Oh okay, for a second there it looked like you said you were still hurt?” “No I’m okay, thank you for asking!” “Well alright. I’ll see you on stage okay. Try not to fall again”

He escorted you back to the line with your friend who was pretending to be as casual as possible. She looked at you and dramatically threw her arms around your body. “Oh my baby! Are you alright?” you arched your brow at her acting and sighed going along with it. “I’m fine. You can rest easy now.” He nodded leaving you two to talk things out. The girls who started the fight were removed from the mall allowing the two of you to walk up for your turn officially. You watched as your friend ran over to Bakugo wrapping her arms around his neck. He pulled away from her body with a blush on his cheeks. “Let go of me, you dumb ass….” “Aww come on, I’m just really grateful that you saved my best friend's life!” she finished kissing his cheek. He continued to pull away from her advances in disgust. “I couldn’t give a rats ass! Let go!” You and Kirishima watched the scene unfold shaking your head at your friends' antics. You pulled out your phone in which he took it from your hands holding it above your heads. He wrapped his arm around your waist pulling you closely. “Here let me do it. I’m taller anyways.” he leaned down closely pressing his head against yours smiling brightly.You blushed but smiled a bit as he snapped the image. The sound of Bakugos groans caught your attention. Your friend continued to grab him by his shirt collar to kiss his cheek as she took her own photo. You held in a laugh, turning your attention to your phone that was in Kirishima's hands. He was busy typing something in before turning it back to you. You looked at the screen in shock. You looked back up at him and he turned his face with a clear blush matching his friends.You saved the number on the screen and tucked your phone into your back pocket. You grabbed your friend's arm pulling her away from Bakugo who wiped the lipstick off his cheek shuddering. The two of you exited off the stage, your friend blew him a goodbye kiss as you dragged her back to the water fountain. “So?” You heard her say. “So what?” “Did you have a moment with him~” (F/N) leaned in closely to your face poking your cheek. “Ah, kinda...you especially had a good time didn’t” “BUT YOU DID HAVE A MOMENT!!! I TOLD YOU” You pulled your phone out scrolling through the contacts showing her the new addition. She screamed wrapping her arms around you bouncing up and down. “I’m so proud of you!!!” You tapped her arm realizing that this was the moment she would never let you live down.

#Kirishima Eijirou #kirishima x reader #kirishima x you #mha x reader #mha imagines #kirishima scenario #reader insert #bnha x reader #romance #bnha imagines #katsuki bakugo imagine #bakugo

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yayeetsonny · 4 years ago

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Hand in Hand~Alyssa Naeher x Ashlyn Harris

Prompt: there's a picture out there that looks like Alyssa is proposing to Ash so, here’s a proposal fic that was super fun to write.

Requested by: @knight-16

Alyssa PRO//

“Are you sure this is a good plan?” I asked Ali Krieger, my good friend and my hopefully soon-to-be fiancé Ashlyn Harris’s best friend.

“Yes, this is perfect.”

“Well what if I mess this up or, what if she doesn’t like the ring or, oh god what if she says no-”

“Lys, relax. She’s not going to say no. The women is head over heels in love with you.”

“I could still mess up.”

“You won’t. Trust me.”

I had been planning my proposal to Ashlyn for months, it took me 3 months to even decide on the ring for her. I have known she was the one since our second year anniversary. We’ve been dating for 2 and a half years and I couldn’t be happier. She completes me and I fall in love with her more everyday. I knew in my heart that she would say yes even if I proposed with a ring pop candy ring but I still wanted everything to be perfect.

The plan was to wait until after our game tonight and after we get back to our apartment I’ll ask her if she wants to go for a walk and then I would take her to our spot on the beach we like to visit almost everyday. Once there we’ll sit and chat for a while like we usually do and then I’ll carry out the rest of my plan and pop the question. I was beyond nervous but I was also over the moon about finally getting to this milestone with her.

“Hey babe! You ready?” Ashlyn said, taking me by surprise.

“H-hi love. I am.”

I quickly shoved my phone in my bag so she couldn’t see what I was showing Ali

“You okay?”

“Yeah, just nervous is all.” I admitted

“You have no reason to be nervous Alyssa, you’re starting in the game, which is a first for this set of friendlies I know but you’re going to show Vlatko just how amazing and badass you are.”

She came up behind me, and wrapped her arms around me, kissing my neck softly.

“Oh, you can do it just know that I believe.” She sang

I smiled softly when I realized what she was doing. We watched the High School Musical movies religiously and I instantly knew the song from the 3rd movie.

“And that’s all I really need.”

“So come on.”

“Make me strong. Time to turn it up, game on.” I giggled as we finished singing.

Ali was watching and recording the whole thing, smile just as bright as we were.

“You guys are the cutest.”

“Thanks, we try.” Ash said flipping her hair

“I needed that boost. Thank you.”

“of course baby. Now go kick some ass.”

She slapped my butt playfully as we started to head out to the tunnel. I met up with the little girl whose hand I would hold and walk onto the field and she talked animatedly about how excited she was to go out and I promised we would wave to her parents when we did. I was behind Megan who was first in line since she was captaining this game and when we stepped onto the field I was swept away by the crowd and how loud they were. I have been playing on the national team for years now but I will never get over that first cheer or the adrenaline rush I feel before a game. After the anthems, pictures and shaking hands with the other team we got into a huddle for once last pep talk

“Okay listen up. We’ve watched plenty of game footage and strategized, we can beat this team. If we take care of the big things, all the little pieces will fall into place, alright?”

We all nodded in agreement.

“Oosa on 3!… 1!… 2!… 3!”

“OOSA, OOSA, OOSA” We shouted together.

We broke off to get into our positions and I headed into goal. I took a deep breath, jumped up and down a couple of times and stretched my arms, determined to remain completely focused. I wanted a clean sheet really bad.

It was the 67th minute when things changed, up until that point I had stopped every shot that the Brazilian players sent my way, every set piece went off without a hitch and we were up 1-0. Unfortunately, Becky accidentally fouled Marta in the box and gave away a penalty. She turned to me looking guilty.

“It’s okay Beck, I got it.” I said patting her on the back.

I knew I could stop the shot and after listening to instructions from the ref and waiting for everyone else to be ready I turned out everyone else around me and focused solely on the ball. I could feel Marta’s eyes on me but I refused to look her in the eye because I knew she was trying to get in my head. She backed up a few steps before firing the ball toward the upper right 90, I could see she was going to go there so I leapt in that direction and was able to slap the ball away and out of danger. After I got up from the ground my teammates swarmed me and shouted praise in my ear as we hugged.

“SO BADASS!”

“FUCK YEAH BABE!”

“Go, set up for the corner!” I yelled

I was overjoyed that I kept my clean sheet but I knew we still had work to do and was locked in. They did as I said and Marta once again took the set piece, she sent the ball into the box but I was able to come off my line and punch it away. We regained possession and Abby passed the ball to Christen who passed it to Lindsey and she took it into Brazil’s final 3rd. Our counter attack was strong and I was watching intensely as my teammates went for another goal. Lindsey crossed the ball the Megan but she was between 2 defenders so she wasn’t able to get the shot off, she decided to pass to Alex who was able to fire it into the net. I watched as my teammates cheered and celebrated and I couldn’t help but let a massive grin spread across my face. The rest of the game went on without many chances for either side and we were able to walk away with a solid 2-0 win.

After we signed autographs and took pictures we all made our way back into the locker room, I was putting my stuff away when I felt someone pick me up from behind. I squealed quietly at the sudden movement but knew exactly who it was.

“THAT WAS SO BADASS BABY, I’M SO FUCKING PROUD OF YOU.” Ashlyn yelled as she set me down. I turned around and jumped on her, hugging her tightly as she peppered my neck with kisses and eventually moved to my head, face before finally planting a deep kiss on my lips.

“Thank you. I couldn’t have done it without you.”

“Yes you could, and you did. I just gave you a little pep talk.” She chuckled

We kissed some more before someone cleared their throat.

“Look, I love you both and you’re super cute together but please… get a room.” Alex groaned

I instantly felt my cheeks turn a deep red as Ash just smirked at her.

“You’re just jealous because Kelley grounded you from sex for a week.” She said

She just flipped Ash off and stomped away. Everyone laughing at her faking being mad. Kelley pouted at her sympathetically as she whispered something in her ear. A dopey grin spread across her face and I knew she had been freed from the dog house.

After an hour of celebrating the win Ash and I bid goodnight to our teammates and headed back to our apartment. We lived in Orlando together which was great but playing on different NWSL teams made being separated during the season hard but we made it work; we spent all of our offseason together and made sure to make frequent weekend trips to be together. I knew after I proposed, I would immediately get to work on requesting a trade to the Pride. Our regular season was almost over so the opportunity couldn’t be better.

“So, how do you want to celebrate your amazing performance tonight?” Ash whispered in my ear, slightly nibbling on it as we sat on the couch.

“W-well, I was thinking of taking a walk together on the beach.”

She took to kissing my neck and as much as I wanted to celebrate like that I had planned to much for this not to pan out.

“A walk?” She seemed slightly disappointed, I felt bad but we could always celebrate after we were officially engaged.

“Yeah, I would like to take a walk. It’s so nice out.”

“Okay, then a walk it is.”

I kissed her sweetly before whispering in her ear

“Don’t worry, we’ll have plenty of fun later tonight.”

She shuddered and I smirked at her. She smiled at me before taking my hand and pulling me up with her. I pretended to go to the bathroom so that I could grab the ring I had stashed away and when I was sure I had everything I needed and shaken out my nerves, I reemerged and we left our apartment. walking hand in hand to the beach. When we got there, we walked along the sand, I had taken off my shoes and let the water flow over and under my feet, loving the calm, cool feeling.

“You did so good today, I’m so proud.”

“Thank you. You’re my biggest fan.”

“I always will be.”

After a while I led us over to our spot, which was a section of rocks that were comfortable to sit on and gave us a good few of the whole ocean. Ashlyn turned to me and I could have sworn her eyes were literally sparkling under the moonlight.

“Hi.”

“Hey there.”

We just looked at each other for several moments, and then Ash broke the silence by tapping me on the nose.

“You have such a cute nose, did you know?” She asked, smiling like a fool. “I didn’t but thank you. So do you.” I giggled, tapping her nose in return.

We continued messing around, smiling and laughing and I fell in love with her all over again.

“If you could be anywhere in the world right now, where would you go?” She asked

“I would be right here, with you.”

She smiled lovingly at me in return before kissing me. We sat in comfortable silence for a few more minutes before Ashlyn got up, turned away from me and stretched.

I knew this was my chance so without any hesitation I got down on one knee, ring in hand and waited for her to turn around. When she did, her eyes immediately filled with tears.

“Oh my god.”

“Ashlyn Michelle Harris, I have loved you since the day we met all those years ago. You are the light of my life, my rock, my person and I can not imagine my life without you. Will you make me the happiest women alive and marry me?”

She stood in shock for a moment, tears flowing freely down her cheeks. At this point I was in tears too, my heart was going a million miles an hour as I waited for her to answer.

“Yes, yes a million times yes!” She shouted as she tackled me into the sand.

“I love you.” She cried

“And I love you.”

Still on top of me, she looked down at me with so much love I thought she would burst. Our lips met in a passionate kiss and we made out for a moment before finally sitting up to breath.

“So what do you say, you wanna put the ring on?”

“Oh, yeah. I totally forgot about that.”

I laughed through my tears as I slid the ring onto her finger. It was a simple gold band but Thad a decent sized diamond in the center. She inspected it for a moment before saying

“It’s perfect, I love it.”

“I really thought and hope you would” I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding.

We sat in silence again as we took in the moment, we were officially engaged and it meant the world to us both.

“How did you do so well at hiding this from me?” Ashlyn asked

“I had a little help from Ali.”

“Ah, I shoulda known. Good ol’ Kriegs.” She chuckled

“How do you think we should tell the team?”

“We could…. Invite them over for dinner tomorrow and see how long it takes for them to notice the ring?”

“Excellent idea.”

“I should probably tell Ali first, she’s been blowing my phone up for the last hour.” I laughed

“That’s a good idea. Tell her I said thank you.”

“I will.”

“I can’t wait to be Mrs. and Mrs. Neaher-Harris.”

“The day I get to call you my wife will be the greatest of my life.”

After I texted Ali, swearing her to secrecy, we laughed at her excited response.

I was excited for this new chapter in our lives and I knew no matter what life threw at us Ash and I would get through it together, hand in hand.

I’m sorry this took a hot minute. Sorry for any mistakes.

-N

#uswnt #uswnt imagines #alyssa naeher #ashlyn harris #alyssa neaher x ashlyn harris #unusual pairing #tiny little bit of kellex #ali krieger

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oceanera12 · 4 years ago

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Winter Soldier!Steve

I don’t see enough of this AU

And when I do it is ALWAYS Stucky So let’s take a different route on this bad boy, shall we?

First movie follows the same story line up to the train section.

Don’t know how and don’t think too hard about it because AU but somehow Steve is the one thrown from the train, not Bucky--

BUT

Bucky isn’t Steve. Because when Bucky “dies” Steve breaks down and cries.

When Steve “dies” Bucky stares at the point where his friend fell in shock as he realizes he’s failed his friend. His stupid, punk, friend who survived getting beaten in back alley’s, illness inducing winters, allergies, the deaths of both parents, and a freaking government science experiment. His friend is gone and all he has left of him is a metal frisbee.

Yes, he is sad. But he is mostly ticked.

Zola is found by Barnes before the other Commando’s because Barnes rips off the flipping door, grabs Zola around the neck and starts choking him (and almost kills him), but the Commando’s manage to snap him out of his death rage and Zola is taken in (albeit very afraid and very bruised)

After some “interrogation” Zola admits to Barnes having a variant of a super soldier serum from his time experimenting on the soldier. Stark looks into it, confirms the fact, and suddenly Barnes finds himself in charge of the Commandos and is given Steve’s shield.

He agrees to do it on ONE condition. In the public reports of the incident, Captain America is still Steve Rogers and will always be Steve. If anyone asks, Bucky died on that train, not Steve because gosh darn it, Bucky is not going to let his friend fade into the background again.

Bucky and Peggy have a friendship and an understanding between them. Whatever happens next is for that little guy in Brooklyn.

Bucky makes a very ruthless Captain America. He does his job with efficiency and speed. The Commando’s back him up whole heartedly.

The movie plays out pretty much the same with the Red Skull fight and Bucky getting on the plane (he doesn’t kiss Peggy, geez), and then going to crash the ship in the ocean.

The radio call is different. In the call, Bucky makes Peggy swear to tell the public it was Steve in the plane. This was Steve saving the world, not James Barnes. “Because that kid saved me before he saved anyone else.”

Then he asks Peggy to tell him about how she first met his punk brother. She obliges, tears running down her face. She doesn’t know when Barnes was cut off but by the time she was done the radio had gone dead.

Seventy years later, SHIELD pulls out a frozen Captain America. Most everyone is confused when the man is brown haired, not blonde, and upon closer inspection they find whoever this is, it is NOT Steven Rogers.

Fury pulls up the redacted reports and very old, very disclosed files before finding the truth about Captain Rogers and that the person they have found is Sergeant James Barnes.

James doesn’t bolt out of the hospital room SHIELD staged. He points out the inconsistencies, the radio game being wrong, etc, then sits down and basically asks when they are going to start torturing him for information.

Fury comes in, tells him he’s been frozen and when Bucky doesn’t believe him, Fury takes him on a tour around New York City.

Bucky requests if they release anything on Captain America being found, to say it was Steven Rogers, who is now being very recluse and does not want any attention.

Avenger’s plays out slightly different.

For one, Tony and Bucky don’t butt heads as much. Actually, Tony thinks Bucky is Steve Rogers at first (he still really doesn’t like Steve because of how his Dad talked about him) and is extremely confused when James takes off the mask and introduces himself as Sergeant James Barnes. Then Tony backpedals on that information and does his own research on it. Tony’s the one who finds the SHIELD weapons, James is angry at Fury and actually sides with Tony

For another thing, Bucky doesn’t get along with Thor very well. Maybe it’s the fact that he’s a stupid blonde but it’s just bad memories.

Nat and Bruce are fine with James, as is Clint when he comes around.

Everyone beats up the aliens and Loki and it’s a win, win.

In between movies, Bucky hangs out with Tony to catch up on modern day (because Tony really likes watching him be confused/learning pop culture and James needs it because what are these references?) Bucky tells Tony about the “real” Steve. The kid before the shield. I wouldn’t say Tony loves Rogers now, but he definitely understands him better and has a little more sympathy for the guy.

This is important because Winter Soldier is up

Bucky meets Sam while running. Sam doesn’t know who he is at first until they are introduced, then kind of confused because isn’t Barnes dead? But he doesn’t bring it up and leaves it at that because this guy is clearly suffering from PTSD and a soldier not used to being home.

Mission with Black Widow, goes to see the giant battleships in the sky, and Bucky isn’t Steve. But he also knows this is a bit much/extreme for a constant military station so he doesn’t support the project because, yes there are aliens. So why are we looking at threats on the planet and not in space???

Bucky calls Tony and chats with him for a bit about it (he feels uncomfortable talking to Peggy because it’s not fair that Steve doesn’t get to see her). Tony points out the pros and cons of the project and cracks some jokes. Overall, not extremely helpful but helps clear Bucky’s head a little.

Nick is attacked, runs to Bucky, Nick is “killed” and Bucky chases after the killer. Similar roof scene (*note: I don’t know if Steve has the metal arm. If he does, I’m thinking it’s the right arm, not the left. Don’t know why, just think it should be that way if it is) and Winter Soldier vanishes

Okay, so-- Fury says to not trust anyone. And Bucky sure as heck doesn’t trust Pierce. But I feel like Barnes is more trusting than Steve (I’m serious, the Winter Soldier experience just threw that trait out the window). So Barnes trusts Widow enough to actually leave her with the drive and not put it in a vending machine (also tells her not to show it to anyone-- which she doesn’t.)

Just going to say the movie carries out the same for the most part (including contacting Falcon) EXCEPT--

When Bucky pulls the mask off Steve he calls his name out and we still get shot at and captured. Rescued by Maria Hill, find Fury, etc, etc.

THEN Bucky calls Tony Stark from a payphone, who’s confused as to why Captain America is wanted on the news. Bucky tells Stark about Steve. Tony probably doesn’t believe him at first because, “Hello, Barnes? He’s dead. Has been for a long time. You hit your head or something?” But Bucky explains and suddenly Tony finds himself diving into old S.H.I.E.L.D. files and reading up on Soviet science experiments from the cold war.

Also, Tony comes to help blow up the carriers because heck to the no, Hydra is not using his technology, no siree.

So Falcon and Stark are flying around the carriers and taking care of goons, when Falcon gets shot down Stark goes after him and when everything is falling apart, Stark tries to get close to Barnes to grab him, but can’t because of the big guns.

Meanwhile in the Bucky vs. Steve fight, we get the whole “trying to kill one“ another thing, but I feel like Bucky is way better at pushing Steve’s memory buttons and Bucky is a little more willing to punch Steve because he knows Steve wouldn’t want to kill him. So Steve figures out “wait, I know this guy” just before they hit the water.

When they crash in the water, both are semi-conscious and they are found by Stark who flies both to his compound and calls the doctors to come work on these two sad super soldiers.

Now Steve doesn’t remember everything. But he knows that: One, Hydra is going to be after him if they find out he’s still alive. Two, these people that helped him either knew him or know of him somehow and he really doesn’t want to hurt them. Three, his name is Steven Rogers and the punk from earlier is James Buchanan Barnes.

So Steve pulls a him and goes, “Nope, not putting you in danger” and the first chance he gets he flees Avenger’s tower and disappears into thin air.

Thanks, Steve. Thanks a lot.

Age of Ultron, nothing really changes. Tony is also looking for Steve and Bucky is a little more on top of things and tells Tony that Steve might have had something to do with his parent’s deaths but he’s not 100% sure.

Civil War. Okay, bear with me for a second because I can see Bucky actually being Pro-Accords. Not one hundred percent of the actual document but the idea behind it because “yes, people need to be held accountable for their actions” but also “you can’t save everyone no matter how hard you try, trust me I know that better than everyone, but that doesn’t mean you just sit there and do nothing because some government people tell you no, you can’t get involved.” (Basically Black Widow’s stance on this whole thing)

So when “Steve” bombs the accords, Bucky knows that’s not him and tells Tony as much (who doesn’t believe Barnes completely, but willing to give him a chance because of the past) and since Bucky technically signed the accords he has more pull in what happens to him and Tony is way more willing to listen.

Which means Bucky and Tony track down Steve in that apartment with actual permission to do so, on the condition they take the “Winter Soldier” into custody.

I’m not really sure what happens after this because Tony is going to find out about his parents, one way or another. Maybe Bucky’s stories about his old friend will keep Tony from trying to kill him. Maybe they won’t. Who knows? Heck, Zola may not even make it through the front door because Bucky is allowed to talk to Steve as the “therapist”

So end this AU however you want, I think it’d be pretty accurate. I’m just going to say the Accords got thrown out the window and Bucky and Tony start helping Steve recover from Hydra. Yay!

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peachfyzzy · 5 years ago

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prosciutto x reader: wicked games

Summary: You take your teasing of the mafioso just a litttle too far.

A story for an anon who I accidentally deleted! I hope you enjoy!!

NSFW under the cut <3

It was a game you two played.

Funnily enough, Prosciutto wasn’t fond of most other games and preferred to keep everything about him professional. His outfits, his demeanor, his missions, his everything. Everything but you, that is. You were the delightful exception to his little rule, and he made sure you never forgot it. You weren’t officially together, the Mafia life didn’t allow for those sorts of titles and Prosciutto didn’t want to risk anyone outside of his team knowing your mutual feelings for each other. It was an unspoken rule that no one in the gang was to touch you, even if he couldn’t brand you as his yet. This lack of a title made things more fun. Made boundaries a little looser. Made teasing a bit more fun. He invited this playful attitude of yours and loved nothing more than to fuck the brat out of you, even if he pretended like it annoyed him.

This was one of those nights.

It had started off innocently, it really did. During one of the gangs' rare poker nights, you found yourself too lazy to drag a chair from the kitchen into the living room. You walked to the table and surveyed the boys. Your eyes landed on Melone who seemed like the least likely to push you off him considering the idea you had brewing in your head. After bending over a bit to ask him for permission, you took your place on his lap. In all honesty, you just wanted to cheat Illuso at poker and steal all the spoils, but the sideyes from the boys around the table told you that wasn’t what was going to happen. Prosciutto didn’t mind this. Not until an unsuspecting hand slid it’s way up to your side, finding its home in one of your curves. Melone had known you the longest in the group, and so you didn’t care about most of the friendly petting you two exchanged. It was when the blonde man became a bit more daring and leaned forward, loudly sniffing a section of your hair that Prosciutto felt jealousy swirling within him. This swirling turned into a blossoming when he saw you giggle it off, sitting down your cards to playfully fan him away. Did you really not notice his reaction? Soon, you laid your hand down and slid off of Melone’s lap to excuse yourself to the bedroom. Without so much as another thought about the situation, you stripped and entered the bathroom. With a turn of a handle, all of your troubles and worries from the day were carried away with the warm water. The room fogged with precipitation as you hummed to the music you so carefully chosen. In fact, you had gotten so wrapped up in the bliss of your shower that you didn’t notice the door open and the sound of clothes hitting the floor. Before Pros could fully surprise you, your senses alerted you because of the cool air drifting in from the open door. You smiled to yourself, knowing he was going to join you. With a slide of the shower curtain, your lover was behind you, his hair down and tickling his neck. “Hello there.” Your voice carried a certain smugness to it. One that made Pros burn with craving. The craving to press you into the cool shower wall and fuck you until it became hard to stand. The craving to see you compete with the running water in loudness and in wetness. The craving to utterly fill and make it known you were his once again. Before you could get another word out, his bare hands traced a line down your neck before gently wrapping around it and forcing you up against the shower wall.

“You still smell like the bastard.” His deep voice carried past the water and straight into your core, causing your body to ache for him. Nonetheless, you decided to taunt him a bit more.

“Well, I was on his lap, darling.” This earned a growl and a tighter grip on your neck, which made you arch your back in anticipation. Your bare ass made contact with Pros’ already hardened cock. You gulped, knowing his punishments on you would be far from easy. It seemed he sensed this subtle change in attitude because he brought your back against his, landing tender kisses around your jawline. You gasped, intertwining one of your hands with his. His movements were sweet, almost loving. But the words that left his mouth revealed the man truly waiting under the surface of pleasantries. For a second, you changed your mind. You thought that maybe, just maybe, Prosciutto was going to shower you in praise and love laced insults, but all of this proved to be wrong once you both exited the shower. To your surprise, Melone was sitting opposite the bed, completely naked and standing to attention, his hand firmly wrapped around his cock.

“It’s so nice to see you, bella~” He delivered one of his charming winks. Once again, you were thrown onto the bed before you could explicitly question the actions of the blonde man in front of you.

“It seems it’s not enough to teach you a lesson, whore. I’ll be teaching you both how to act when I’m around. Understand?” You both nodded and with a consenting smile, continued your little game. Melone wasn’t ever apart of your escapades, but Pros always loved to surprise you. And honestly, with the prompt he took advantage of, you couldn’t possibly say no. Neither could Melone, apparently. Pros quickly joined you in bed, grabbing you by the jaw and squeezing your cheeks. He forced you to maintain eye contact with the already far too worked up blonde, who seemed to be driven crazy by the display in front of him. “Who’s the one that’s got you bent over right now? Tell him, bella.”

“Prosciutto does.”

“Now tell him. Who will you cum for?”

“Y-You, Prosciutto.” The words were getting to you and you found yourself subconsciously grinding against the bulge behind you. Despite his tough mold, you could feel Pros shiver a bit at your actions. Melone grunted at this and you only felt more erotic in the moment. Pros let go of your jawline and you turned to face him with a flushed, worked up face. He looked at you as if he were confused and this only made you more frustrated. “Don’t make me beg for it…” You had no problem doing this normally, but the new element of someone watching made you shrink into yourself a bit.

“What, cumslut? Are you afraid to show our friend how much you love my cock? I bet he hears you begging for it in the night anyways. Beg or you won’t get anything. Those are the rules.” With that, Pros grabbed a handful of your hair, pushing you to maintain eye contact with the man in front of you whilst grinding your bare pussy against the tip of his cock. Melone had picked up the pace by now and was doubling over into himself over the sight of you two. His hand worked up and down his shaft intensely and a pang of arousal resounded in you. He looked at you as if he was dying to hear you grovel for your lover.

And well, that’s exactly what you did.

“Proscuitto please fuck me in front of Melone. Fill me up and make me cry. Pros, please.” The moan from the man in front of you borderlined on a scream, but his orgasm never came. You wondered if he did this often. After a few more teasing minutes, Prosciutto slowly slid every inch of his cock into your inviting walls. Your combined moans filled the room, and you thanked God Ghiacco wasn’t home to yell at you for being loud. Fully sheathed in you, Pros began slamming in and out of you at an impossible pace. Your body blossomed with pleasure and embarrassment as Melone stared on at you two, glued to the scene in front of him. Your head lulled and Pros’ telltale signs of cumming neared. And all at once, you reached your peak. Stars danced in the corners of your eyes and your lover had to keep you from collapsing onto the bed underneath you. Just as you began coming down, you caught the end of a conversation between the two men.

“Since you did good in listening tonight, I’ll allow it. But so help me if you-”

“Got it, got it~” Once you looked up, Melone was looming above you.

“Mel-” Before the rest of the words left your mouth, his cock found its way into it. A muffled moan escaped your lips as he began shallowly fucking your mouth, quickly finishing down your throat without so much as a warning.

“You’ve trained her so perfectly.” The sound of you fully swallowing all that was given to you pushed Pros off the edge. His hips stuttered and your hypersensitive pussy took every rope of cum he had to deliver. After your senses returned and all three of you steaded your breathing, you realized how dangerous a simple game could be.

#la squadra di esecuzione #melone #jjba #golden wind #vento aureo #passione #jojos bizarre adventure #fanficiton #my writing

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edmund-valks · 5 years ago

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A Family Reunion - Part I

Traveling the Ghostlands on foot was always an experience, and never the good kind. Under the circumstances, a trip through the Nightwood was probably inadvisable, so she'd had to ask Miss Winford for the favour of a portal. Hopefully she'd be taking the Nightwood back, though. Otherwise the trip home was probably wasted and returning to the Respite would take far longer than she'd planned for.

So far she'd had to kill several large spiders, one troll she regrettably had no way to collect pieces from, and a small batch of the angry dead. Not the high-quality kind, thankfully, so it had barely dented her small stash of grenades. The Scourge really only cared about numbers, not the craft, which was kind of upsetting on a personal level, even if she understood it from a waging-war-on-all-life perspective.

But that wasn't her problem. Right now she had to decide the best way to approach her homeland, meaning the way that was least likely to get her killed. The easiest paths were closed to her, and even the hard ways had little trinkets one could use to make them easier. She had none. She'd never needed them before, so she hadn't thought to palm a few during her previous visit.

Still. Here she was. The portal hadn't been a disaster, she was unharmed, and the western border of what Quel'thalas tried and failed to claim was before her. That was the real danger, not stray nerubians or mummified trolls. It was where her family lived and they were not fond of visitors.

Gear check, she thought. Last chance to remember where everything is in an emergency. One eye on the invisible line separating the Ghostlands from her childhood home, Ilandreline knelt down to make sure what she needed was where she'd find it.

Her family knife was on her belt, resting lightly alongside the leg of the coverall she'd worn. That was the most important thing, but it was hardly her only weapon. Two smaller knives of less sentimental value were stashed in the sleeves of her kodohide bike jacket, one in each. There were four small grenades remaining: one frag, one smoke, two blinding. She put the last two on her belt, opposite the ritual blade. The others could stay in the satchel.

Everything else was boring: a change of clothes, food, water, a multitool, two half-pint jars of viscous purple liquid. Oh, and that handy preparation Miss Winford had given her back in the Plaguelands. She tucked the vial into one of her more accessible pockets. Never knew when something like that would come in handy.

Content with her accounting and organization, Ilandreline took a few minutes more to arrange her bags and pack properly. A lot of people didn't realize how easily you could die if you weren't willing (and able) to abandon your possessions. Especially here. She idly wondered how many of the elves over in Tranquillien had found that out. There were only a few she remembered being brought in to join the Endless Dark, but the forest was hostile enough even before her family got involved.

Enough stalling. With one more tug on the backpack's straps to get them just right, Ila squared her shoulders. You can do this. You've done it before. Except before she wasn't trying to sneak in to talk to her grandmother. Before she'd been sure the forest knew she belonged. Before she hadn't been truly alone.

"Fuck 'em," she said aloud. "Let 'em try and stop me." She broke into a sustainable jog, waiting until the uncanny darkness had swallowed her before removing her goggles. Some things could only be seen by the eyes of a Glimmerbow, and those were always the most dangerous.

***

Things had changed in the last fifty years.

The possibility hadn't really occurred to her -- planning wasn't exactly her strong suit -- and now she was regretting it. What should have been an easy trip among undead patrols and the occasional angry shade had turned into a constant game of evasion and guerilla strikes to keep from being clobbered by angry bones. Ila deeply regretted leaving her largest wrench at the farm; it was perfect for bashing skeletons into pieces. It was also too heavy for extended use and detrimental to any attempt at stealth.

For the moment she was catching her breath in the lower branches of a tree. What kind, she didn't know. It was too twisted by local conditions to recognize unless you were really into trees. Meaning her mother would know. Not that Ilandreline had any plan on asking her about it, but… She sighed. Wasn't there supposed to be some deep, unbreakable bond between mother and daughter? She was fairly certain there was, but Mellura'thel must've missed the memo. Unless it's my fault, I guess. That wasn't a great thought, so she pushed it away.

Focus. There were several shades she could see, drifting aimlessly through the trees. Though they looked harmless, she knew they would either try to possess her or leech all the warmth from her body. They didn't recognize family members, couldn't distinguish those who belonged from those who didn't. Such an oversight seemed careless until one remembered their relatives were possibly more dangerous than whatever was in the woods.

A more traditional member of the family wouldn't be threatened by most of these creatures anyway. Everyone had a basic knowledge of necromancy, at least enough to chastise an angry shade. Even Ila could have managed it if she'd had any spark of magic; she knew enough theory to where she probably could have taught someone else how. That wasn't an option, though, so here she was, perched in a tree, trying to figure out how to avoid dying to a distant cousin's creations.

Grenades weren't much use against the ethereal, nor were knives. She could have probably cobbled together an ectoplasmic disruptor in her lab, but that wasn't much help in the present. That left only a few workable options. She processed them as she would any other list of branch-paths.

One: don't get seen or caught. Pros: effective, requires no equipment. Cons: really damn hard to manage, no backup if it went wrong.

Two: leave and go back to the Respite. Pros: low risk, nicer people, could prepare and come back later. Cons: lots of wasted time, would have to get close to either Silvermoon or the Argent Crusade, wouldn't actually help literally anything.

Three: sprint. Pros: will be over fast one way or the other, exercise is good. Cons: terrible idea even by her often questionable standards, likely to get her killed, would do nothing to address the threat of the area's living defenders.

None were great; she wasn't sure any were good. Choosing between three flavours of awful wasn't ideal, but it had to be done. Option Two was out, meaning… Option One, with Option Three as the contingency? She grimaced, washed down some of her trail rations with a mouthful of water, and started mapping her route through the patrolling horrors.

The only good news was there wouldn't be any mechanical traps. She hadn't installed them, therefore they didn't exist. Magical traps, however, were almost a guarantee, along with mundane things like hunting snares. Those were fine. They were intended to take people alive, unlike everything before them. Even if she got caught at that point, she could probably argue her way out of consequences. Probably.

Committed to her decision, a path chosen, Ilandreline waited for the nearest shade to be safely distant before dropping back to the ground. She rolled to ease the shock to her legs. Just like when we were kids. Then she was on her feet, moving with as much speed as she could manage in some kind of silence.

Most people assumed shades could hear as well as the average person. More learned individuals knew their residing in an ethereal state left them cut off from such physical phenomena. Both were wrong. They could hear, but it was like through a heavy fog or maybe a blanket. That meant you could get away with a certain amount of noise, just not being in their field of view. Precisely what amount was a bit nebulous, but that's what made it so exciting. Like when you weren't sure what kind of game you were playing or if the other kids had brought daggers without telling you.

She'd been very good at these games as a child, before she'd understood the stakes. Nowadays she was better prepared; hopefully that would minimize the impact of being a bit rusty. Sneaking around Ashenvale or Andorhal wasn't quite the same life-or-death situation as the family's summer night festivities. Those experiences were why she kept her hair too short to get in her eyes, why she always wore something more form-fitting under her robes. Why she always carried a knife, too.

That served her well now. She avoided the first of the shades without incident and began picking her way through the next one's path. Line of sight was a double-edged sword: she didn't want to be seen, but it also meant she couldn't be certain the entity was going where she expected. Her heartbeat was louder in her ears than her footsteps, strong and rapid with the influx of adrenaline. The effect warped time as well -- every moment without knowing where the shade was stretched into eternity, every one where it was visible infinitely shorter than needed.

But suddenly she was through the second ring, moving into what she hoped was still the last of the minion-patrolled sections. In fits and starts she moved from tree to tree, barely breathing. Her footsteps weren't silent, but light enough to avoid complications. Somehow, some way, she didn't snap a branch or fall on her face. The shiver of passing through the barrier came over her and… that was that. The undead and shadow creatures were on the other side, couldn't sense her any longer. Relief flooded her, premature though she knew it was. Whatever happened next wasn't going to involve having her soul sucked out through her eyeballs or whatever. Not without an argument, at least.

Exhaling all the stress and fear she hadn't been entirely conscious of, Ilandreline took a step forward, almost smiling for the half second she had before she felt the trap under her foot. Despite instantly pulling her foot back, she wasn't fast enough to avoid the curl of wire going taut around her ankle. Only the durable fabric of her jumpsuit and the fact she stopped moving immediately kept the sharpened filament from actually cutting into her ankle. Swearing, she knelt down to check for a way to extricate herself without sawing off the whole foot.

The mechanism was simple -- it had to be since it was being made by Jaelenash, and he was a competent smith, not a good one -- but she needed to make sure whoever designed it wasn't smarter than she was. For instance, if it was one of her traps, there'd be an obvious way to disarm it that would actually be a trap of its own. Ila sighed, regretting on her family's behalf what they'd missed out on when nobody had taken her chosen profession seriously. She pulled the multitool from its sheath on her belt, unfolding it to get what she needed. Taking out the wire wasn't easy without causing damage, so she'd have to work on the frame holding everything together. If she put the blade there and then twisted like so-

Thrum.

Her whole body went flat reflexively. The razor-snare sheared through the canvas with the new motion, digging painfully into the flesh inches above her ankle, but at least the arrow missed. It passed through where she'd been, so well-aimed she watched it pass directly overhead. Black fletching, tiger stripes in alternating red and silver. She knew those arrows. "Put it away, Teth! I'm here to see Grandmother!"

She heard quiet swearing, giving her the chance to snip the metal loop that had given her a bloody leg. He didn't need to know that, though. Ila peeked her head up from the undergrowth, looking for her distant relation. Where was he hiding? It wasn't clear he intended to stop trying to put arrows in her, so figuring where he was seemed important. She slipped a decent length of the trap-wire into a pocket while she searched. No reason to let it go to waste.

"You really going to kill a family member, Teth? Particularly one who declared her purpose and just wants to see Grandmother?" The answer was probably yes, but asking was polite. The engineer eased her sight above the plant cover with trepidation, trying to watch every direction at once.

Once again her hearing saved her life. She heard the bow creak as he drew the arrow back, could almost visualize the whole scene. There you are. Her roll started right before he loosed, giving plenty of space to the shot. It would have been safest to stop behind the nearest tree, but she kept rolling sideways until she was at the one after. Should give her a good angle.

"You're not family," he said, sounding annoyed. Petulant, maybe? "For all I know you're wearing that form to sneak in and kill us."

That was bullshit and he knew it. Not because it hadn't happened -- it had, but back when Mellura'thel was still on her first (or was it second?) husband. They'd fixed that gap in their defenses afterward. The shades and the barrier were the result. Pointing her mouth away from where she intended to be, she responded. "Of course I'm family, we used to play hide and seek here. You, me, our brothers and sisters. How is your sister, anyway? She still got that fungal thing in her leg?" That earned her another arrow, but it was way off the mark. Grinning to herself, she scurried toward another hiding space.

Closer, not yet close enough. She knew where Teth was, even if she couldn't remember his full name. He didn't seem to realize she was more behind him than in front. Good. Gave her time to figure out what the correct social response was under the circumstances. It was considered very rude to kill someone for doubting you were family, but did that apply here? He knew she was. Hell, he'd given her brother a scar, and their sisters had been engaged briefly. So he definitely shouldn't be killing her, but did that mean she had to keep him alive? Probably. Again, rude to kill family, regardless of circumstance. She sighed silently.

"Don't you dare talk about my sister," he growled, treading carefully through the knee-high brush. As she watched, he abruptly shifted direction, apparently curving around something. Interesting; another trap, if she had to guess. "Your whole family lost that right years ago."

What? Oh, right! She'd forgotten how that engagement had ended. It hadn't been pretty. Unless she was misremembering, that had been when his little brother had died. Not a big loss, to her mind, but he probably felt otherwise. Although that did give her an idea… "Fine, fine. What about Glairien, then? How's he doing?"

He spun suddenly, drilling an arrow dead center into the tree she'd skipped over. A quick assessment of his face suggested a pictorial reference for the phrase "contorted in rage". Great, you pissed him off. Could be for the best, though. An angry person made mistakes a cooler head wouldn't. "You'll die for that, Ilandreline, as all of you should have back then!"

Diplomacy was definitely out. Probably mentioning the dead brother wasn't the best idea, despite the effectiveness at getting a response. That left one more thing to try before she could act freely. "Oh, right, sorry. I forgot." She hadn't. Glairien had been an absolute prick and if they hadn't killed him, someone else would have. "You sure you want to piss off Grandmother, though? You know how she gets when someone goes against her, and she's made it clear she's the only one who gets to decide if someone meets with her."

"I don't need her permission to defend my home. She knows better than to get in Grandfather's way."

Ah. So that was it. The old game continued. He -- so his whole family-group, most likely -- was on the other side. No wonder his brother had been so awful. She grabbed a length of fallen branch at the same time she pulled a blinding grenade from her belt. Ila tossed both in quick succession, the first to make noise to get his attention (success!), the second to ruin his vision. His scream after the detonation indicated it had worked.

She charged from her hiding spot, making more noise than intended. He shot another arrow, blind as he was. It wasn't even a bad shot, but it deflected off the reinforced shoulders of her jacket. Committed as she was, Ilandreline didn't slow, gritting her teeth through the stinging pain in her leg from where the trap had cut her.

A better fighter might have performed some graceful or devastating maneuver to end the fight in a single blow. What she did was execute a flying two-legged dropkick directly into his sternum. His bow and breath departed in opposite directions from his body, which flew back. Teth landed with a heavy thump and the sound of a thin covering giving way. A split-second later there was another, wetter sound. No screaming though, surprisingly.

Slinking over to the area where her cousin had disappeared into the pit trap he'd avoided earlier, Ilandreline took a peek at her handiwork. About two meters below the surface she stood on, he lay in a semi-crumpled heap, unconscious. There was a length of sharpened wood -- many, really, but only one he'd managed to land on -- through the middle of his forearm. Clear through, having slid between the bones and broken them in the process, by the look of things. No wonder he hadn't screamed; he'd probably gone into shock before the landing had concussed him.

For a moment, she considered hopping in to help him. Whether she meant help him live or into the next life, she couldn't decide, so she decided to pass on it altogether. She'd been taught to never be indecisive about treatment. Reason enough not to do any treating in this case. What she did do was take his knife. And break his bow, of course, because fuck him.

Having received the warm welcome she'd expected, Ila hurried off into the deeper territory, where Grandmother held more sway and people might think she should be taken alive.

#wow rp #warcraft rp #ilandreline glimmerbow #fence macabre

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taliawells · 5 years ago

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Flash Points

this got long, so grab a seahorse and saddle up

what are some of your favorite tropes?

It is such a cliche, but I really enjoy the fake married trope. It’s so goofy, especially when they go to great lengths to prove how ~~in love!!~~ they are. Bonus points if they are very grudging about this, but end up becoming a little bit soft and closer together. I love a found family moment, and arguably they can be deeper and just as, if not more important as other familial connections. It was a choice, and that can make all the difference. Another that gets me every dang time is when a pair always call the other by their last name only. In an emotional moment when one is injured or in dire peril, when the other just cracks and uses their first name while pleading with them to hang on just OOFs right to my heart.

do you have a favorite character you’ve written, in or outside of shiver? if so, what makes them your fave?

I really enjoy playing Talia, simply because she’s different from the types I’ve played most recently. Talia is dauntless and ruthless, but there’s a vague nervous energy deep down and she just shrouds herself in apathy and indifference. Internally there is so much more going on. She is strong and would happily throw down if the situation would call for it, but she clings to an icy poise that’s called from her for all of the different roles she has to play. She has never felt more vulnerable and yet, more like herself on land since she’s been able to take a step back and reevaluate. She’s strong and seems unwavering, but Talia is really figuring out who she is and what she wants currently, happily putting royal duties on the backburner for now... especially when a familiar face popped back up that doesn’t have her wanting to go back to the sea quite yet.

The character I played before Talia was Stella Rosenthal. She stuck with me through five iterations, and seems much more fragile than she is. She is an entirely soft human that aims to be a bright spot in a darkening world. Her strength is in her softness, and it’s almost unexpected with how gentle she is. Talia seems unbreakable, but she’s more vulnerable and guarded. Stella was a museum curator + conservator and really, really cared about inclusiveness and accessibility throughout all facets of her life. She aimed to be a walking safe space but really struggled with her own mental health at times. Stella tried to surround herself in layers and layers of light, but she struggled in immense darkness and some trauma until she started working through it. She’s deaf in one ear and her other isn’t the greatest, and I had 8 ear surgeries of my own growing up so she’s near to my heart. She was a ray of sunshine and Talia is a ball of fire. Stella is the type to Rick Roll her beloved in sign language on their wedding day, while Talia will flip the general public the bird and elope.

do you prefer writing with small casts of characters or large ones? what are some of the pros and cons?

I think I tend to like things somewhere in the middle! Of the two, I would say that I tend to gravitate towards things on the slightly smaller scale. I love a good small group where you really feel included and integral to the plot, where all of the characters and layers of the bigger story intertwine and intermingle. I tend to like that as a more casual environment with friends I’ve written with before or friends of friends. I truly love getting to know people and their characters, but I’ve been incredibly picky about truly small groups. I’ve had to miss out on one due to real life issues, and it was rough having everything move forward and then those connections carried over into future projects with the same people. If not done right, it can end up being very cliquey and that’s not a good time for anyone. I’ve been burned by that before. Some roleplays are truly massive, and that can be so great for a busy time of the year where you don’t feel like you’re holding everything up if you can’t get online for hours and hours. I was advanced literate elite on a different website back in the day (I am so freaking old) but it was just deluded pretentiousness disguised labeled good writing -- it wasn’t. Bigger ones tend to move more quickly which can be exciting, but it is so so easy to fall between the cracks and hard to feel heard. I really dig the size of Shiver and the different areas of play.

what’s the most ridiculous thing you’ve ever done in the name of outlining/worldbuilding (timelines, research, maps, spreadsheets, etc.)?

There was a time where I really got stuck in a rut writing bios, and I was creating yet another dark academia/murder roleplay back in the day. I had a cast of 15 characters and ended up settling on a skeleton roleplay but I wanted to come up with a fun little twist. I wanted to leave things incredibly open and let the writers sink their teeth in and really breath life into the characters. The roles were all named after flowers/plants (big shocker, bless you Jess for putting up with weekly Plant Rants with Rian™) but there were strong hints of digging a little deeper than that. Be it the symbolism of the flower, some pulled from the Victorian language of flowers, the colors, the locations. Basically, there was a lot more to the label should the writer want to dig in, or it was just simply taken at face value. It was fun seeing how it was interpreted!

The skeletons themselves were about a thick paragraph, with the bulk of things being presented in Two Truths & a Lie and a playlist for each character. What was true and what was false was left up to the writer, with the option of swapping out two of the three for a different interpretation. Three songs were to be added to the five given, but more could be subbed out. Snippets of the lyrics for each could be pulled for that section, or a quick few sentences about what the songs (and even a few classical pieces chosen by the writers) either meant to the character (a memory, etc) or what they said about them.

It was just a different way of presenting starting points for characters and a lot of fun trying to figure out what were the truths and lies throughout the game.

share the last paragraph you wrote you’re most proud of.

I can’t decide between these two so yikes

The ocean could be cold, so terribly frigid in the concealed, inky depths. How many placid surfaces disguised stormier waters that hid debris pulled to a final slumber upon a sea bed? There were wrecks, warnings. Something had happened here. Good, bad. Wrought upon nature by mercurial seas or upon souls by its inhabitants. There were distinct memories of explorations of such ruins, and the most vivid cast itself upon Talia’s eyelids when she closed them. Spires of shrapnel, warped wood of vengeance that had been wreaked. They were almost skeletal, and she had so curiously flit between the carved curves. The mast had toppled and bent at unnatural angles, and she figured her own rib cage looked as such currently. An irregular thud was beating so fervently against that cage in an internal collision that threatened to sink her very being. Would the bones break in the newly found fragility of a human body, or would the heart beat itself to a mangled pulp in a valiant ploy for release? Would the state it was in even matter, as Talia never intended to offer it up for the taking? One day she would love her kingdom and she would be loved in return. That would be enough.

Her heart had slumbered in darkness. A place as cool, calm, dark, as unyielding and eternal as the saltwater they were pulled from. It could be as serene or tumultuous as a rolling storm – ready to pull down and trap anyone that dove too deep into those depths. One person had learned the angles of a sole beam of light and learned how to reflect it just so. One person emanated light into her dark so thoroughly and Talia held it as close as she could without immolation. She was but a jealous moon. A detached, mysterious beauty that pulled beings to her like the tide before sending them ebbing away. The hand she held was warmer than hers, and Evikaia would always hold that sentiment. Before her was a radiant beauty, though dimmed by something she couldn’t place, but Talia would turn her face towards her own personal sun until she went blind. She wanted to observe and absorb every shred of warmth he had offered until her bones were drenched in his rays and sun-bleached; washed ashore and finally free of the seaside sepulchre.

describe your current muse’s physical appearance using only one, over the top sentence.

She’s got electric boots, a mohair suit, you know I read it in a magazine.

A crepuscular girl with a crescent smile, a moon’s pull to your demise under inky waves, waves & waves & waves of dark and auburn — a red sky warning daring you to step closer.

if you had to write a novel about one of the characters in or outside of shiver, which character would you choose and why?

I would have to go with the meyrs! I’m so excited that we have some more in these waters, but I’m so excited to see how everything plays out in the group. The group, and different writers and perspectives, would just add more nuance and ideas than I could ever do justice solely. I think it would be so exciting to explore the different kingdoms and how different people cope with courtly life. The plot of the Amethyst leaving and all of the regents pulled from the deep to unite on one task (with their own motivations or lack thereof [[Talia]]) just offer so much to explore. I think this is much better suited for a group dynamic and I’m thrilled to be a part of it.

Writing one for Talia would be rather interesting as well. She has a lot of conflicting emotions about her role as Regent and the royal court. She could have had an easy, glamorous life with Vik at her side as her betrothed, but she felt she had too much potential and the opportunity for power was far more enthralling than a vapid existence. The trials were such an extended period of heightened emotions as she laid claim to what she wanted, or thought she wanted. It’s so starkly juxtaposed to her own time on land in the 1970s, and she still has a bit of flair for that era. She had never, and has never felt as free and happy since but duty called and she was bound to answer. I’d probably have to choose writing Talia living her best life while exploring her dynamic with Vik.

#shiver.gang #––– like wildfire or a summer storm swept in ; muse.❜#I originally typed 'seahaw' but stopped myself #you're welcome

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rainbow-hatted1 · 5 years ago

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What Boredom looks like

1. You just opened up a web browser. What is the first site you visit?

https://www.reddit.com/r/interestingasfuck/

Yeah, that’s sort of my jam. Reddit in general but that is my go to.

vv more below if you wanna deep dive. vv

2. You just walked into a bookstore. What section do you go to first?

The local published section. If it’s a good bookshop they usually have one. Usually it’s poetry, or short essay compilations or local history books but I tend to like the offerings and you’re supporting people who don’t have a big platform yet.

Otherwise, comics and fantasy are my next first stops.

3. You are hanging with your closest friends. What are you most likely doing?

Lately, not much of anything. Arguing… not talking… depressing things.

Ideally, though, there’s a good meal. Either we’ve cobbled it together on our own or it’s a decent take out option and video/board games. Quidditch if it’s a nice day. Basically, where we can sit and bullshit and laugh a lot. That’s the best time with my mates.

4. You just turned your car on. What station is the radio tuned to?

The independent/alt/rock station. In spite making pop music myself I don’t listen to it a lot. Which is probably weird.

5. You have just woken up for the morning. What is the first things you do?

Try to go back to sleep.

6. Complete this phrase: You cannot buy happiness, but you can buy____.

Tacos

7. What would you do if you woke up as the opposite gender?

Probably touch my boobs entirely too much. Liz calls them boob checks… well, if they’re quick and random, this would probably be fondling. I am ashamed of this answer but it’s likely what I’d do.

8. Are you more likely to cook for yourself or buy food from a restaurant?

I’m prone to laziness but I actually find cooking relaxing so cook for myself. Saves money too. It’s just a good practice to have in general.

9. If you had to lose one of your senses, which one would you rather lose?

Smell, probably. I enjoy food too much to lose taste. And between sight and hearing, I’d miss not having those senses and touch is just kind of important as a human being.

10. If you could relive any one year of your life, how old would you be?

Dunno

11. Would you take a bullet for anyone you know?

A few someones

12. Would you rather be rich and dumb or poor and extremely intelligent?

Poor and intelligent. Better chances of bettering my situation with that one.

13. What TV character do you most relate to?

Sam Gardner from Atypical.

14. You just walked into a supermarket. What section do you first go to?

Produce. Yeah, you all thought I’d go for the bakery and desserts. Don’t lie.

15. Is sex before marriage wrong?

No. It’s human. So is waiting. It shouldn’t be as polarizing as it is. Sex is part of life and how you want to experience it is entirely up to you.

16. You just won the lottery. What is the first thing you do with your winnings?

Get a lawyer and not tell anyone I won. People get shitty when you have a lot of money. They expect you to make it rain and I wouldn’t. I’d also take the weekly installments. More money overall and you are far less likely to tank yourself with the winnings. Just saying.

17. If your best friend admitted that they have a crush on you, how would you react?

I would be awkward as fuck. Love him, not like that and he has a girlfriend so yeah… it’d be fucked up.

18. Will the USA ever have a female president?

At this point in time: no. Again, this is a polarizing question that shouldn’t be. A woman could run the country I’m not women in charge by that answer. Don’t read into it. I’m merely saying, that with the way the country appears to be currently they will not vote for that. I’m sorry. It’s stupid.

19. You are carpooling with your friends. Are you more likely to be the driver or a passenger?

Passenger. I don’t drive.

20. How short is too short for skirts and dresses?

I’m not ancient or wearing a skirt so I don’t think it matters, but I tend to prefer more modest options on girls.

21. If you could only eat one food for the rest of your life, without any consequences, what food would you choose?

Pizza.

22. It’s Saturday night. What are you most likely doing?

Sleeping.

23. You go on a blind date. Your date is extremely beautiful and physically captivating, but you hate their personality. Would you want a second date?

No.

24. How strict should gun laws be?

I think Australia had the right reaction to a massacre

25. Would you rather be the worst player on the best team or the best player on the worst team?

Best player on the worst team. Hopefully, they wouldn’t resent me and we could have a good 90’s style underdog story.

26. How well do you work with others?

Not well.

27. You have the ability to cure only one fatal disease and eradicate it forever. What disease do you choose?

I don’t want that power. Either way people are gonna die and wonder why I couldn’t cure all cancer or something else that’s just as bad…and inevitably another disease will surface that’s worse. There will always be disease even if we don’t like it.

28. If you could go back to college and choose a different degree to study, would you?

Well, considering I’m not in college yet I can still change my mind on that one, but I probably wouldn’t. Care of Magical Creatures but I haven’t zoned in on the specific avenue I want to go in that field yet.

29. Where do you see yourself ten years from now?

Er… traveling the countryside looking for magical creatures and documenting them in the wild. It’d be cool if my friends joined once in a while.

30. Are you pro-life or pro-choice?

Pro-choice isn’t anti-life, for fucks sake people.

31. Would you attend a same sex wedding if invited?

Yeah. If my mates fell in love and get married, I’m gonna be at the party regardless of sexes involved.

32. So far, what has been the greatest day of your life?

The first time HM played to a sold out crowd. That was pretty shocking. We’ve done it since and Nik has carried on doing it on his own but that day was scary and humbling and epic.

33. Has anyone you know ever been arrested?

Yeah, wrongly so but they saw what they wanted and went that’s our guy. Luckily, he didn’t get sent away for good.

34. If it could be one season year-round, what season do would you want it to be?

Fall. But like warm fall not close to winter fall. That fall sucks.

35. What is your biggest regret in life?

Saying such shit things about Anna and Charlie’s mum because I was mad at him. We’ve never recovered from it and it was a stupid in the moment blind rage bullshit thing I can’t ever take back.

36. If you could bring one celebrity back from the dead, who would it be?

John Lennon, probably. But the thing is, not everyone is upset their deaths were untimely. That’s more the livings problem than the dead, I’ve come to learn.

37. What offends you the most?

When people assume how I’m feeling. I’m not exactly easy to read, I know that, and I have a hard time wrapping my own head around my thoughts and feelings. So when I am feeling something and someone says I’m feeling another way because my face doesn’t wash with an emotion or my reaction doesn’t match like it allegedly should it’s really upsetting to me and just makes things worse.

38. Would you rather have an ugly hairstyle or be bald?

Do what you want. It’s just hair

39. At what age did you have your first alcoholic beverage?

16. Yeah, I think that’s right.

40. What do you think happens to us when we die?

Ideally, you move on to another plane. Kind of like a multiverse but one for endings. For a bit you can linger between the here as we know it and there but eventually you either stay and become a ghost or a poltergeist (which depends solely on your continued mental state on the matter of your death) but most move on beyond the veil.

41. What do you think is the best way to quit smoking?

I don’t know.

42. If you could take home any one animal from the zoo, which animal would you choose?

A bear of some sort. Polar, Grizzly, Black…. Whatever they’ve got. Not all zoos have the same bears.

43. Were humans created or did we evolve from earlier species?

I’m gonna go out and say something that pisses people off but I don’t see why it can’t be both. Something came out of nothing which is creating, right? The act of creating something is taking elements and making them something or straight up creating an element. What did that, I don’t know. But at one point there was a creation moment. From there everything on this planet has changed and adapted to the situations and surroundings they came into. Life is change, you don’t change you can’t survive. So both. Both sound right to me.

44. What scares you the most?

Losing everyone I care about… and bugs. Fuck bugs

45. What personality trait turns you off the most?

I hate when people play dumb.

46. You got offered a job to do something you hate, but the pay will make you rich. Do you take it?

No.

47. If today you only had what you were thankful for yesterday, how much would you have?

Sadly, not very much probably.

48. How often do you get mad or upset at yourself?

Everyday.

49. If you could choose one celebrity to be your parent, who would you choose?

I’ll keep my parents, thanks but to answer the question: Reign. At least I’d still have family.

50. If you could only listen to one musical artist for the rest of you life, who would you be listening to?

I would probably choose not to listen to music after a bit. I like variety and I’m not always in the mood for an artist of one flavor but the Beatles? At least their breadth of music is pretty wide.

51. Have you ever used you cell phone while driving?

52. Has anyone you were close to die way too young?

Yes.

53. Is world peace possible?

No, I don’t believe it is. It’d be great if it could be. There’s no reason for all this hate but people are always going to clash. We get on for a bit and then boom, it’s done. Peace is an impossibility but we should still strive for it regardless.

54. You go on a blind date. You date is extremely ugly and physically appalling, but you are madly in love with their personality. Would you want a second date?

I don’t know. I want to say yes, be that guy who doesn’t care. Looks really are not everything but ultimately, you should be attracted to your partner. If you aren’t it isn’t likely to work even if their personality is the most beautiful thing in the world.

55. How did you discover that Santa Claus isn’t real?

My little brother told me and I was devastated.

56. Do you believe in God, or some form of higher deity?

I honestly want to but I have a hard time wrapping my mind around how things can be the way they are if a loving god is out there watching us. I think the Futurama episode where Bender gets life on his ass is a great example of how my brain wants to look at it.

And then I read the Bible and get to stories like Zechariah and I’m just left thinking that guy probably had a stroke while praying and the rest is a coincidence.

57. If you could save someone you deeply cared about, but it meant breaking a law, would you do it?

Fuck yes. Without hesitation

58. What is the dumbest thing you’ve ever done for money?

Sold my soul for a sickle once.

59. If you were to make a YouTube video about what you know most about, what would the subject be?

Magical Creatures. I could go on for a very long time about that topic.

60. What do you think is your greatest personality flaw?

I’m rigid. I have a hard time shifting directions when I get going.

61. If your friends spoke to you the way you speak to yourself, would you still want them as friend?

I haven’t got many actual friends so maybe. Better than being alone, I suppose.

62. Have you ever “woke up like this”?

No one has ever “woke up like this”. It’s a lie. It’s always a lie. Even if they look good, that caption shows intent and planning: don’t fall for it.

63. You got offered a job to do something you love, but the pay is one of the worst out there. Do you take it?

If I really fucking love it, yes. But I’m also in a position where I can have a shit paying or no paying job and basically be fine.

64. What do you think is your best physical feature?

My lips?

65. What do you think is your worst physical feature.

My nose is big.

66. Do you know anyone who has committed suicide?

Not suicide no. But I know people who have considered it. Glad they didn’t follow through.

67. What is the nicest thing you’ve ever done for someone you don’t know?

I dunno. I have a habit of giving my bus ticket away if it still has time on it. I know it’s not much but as for random acts of kindness that weren’t really put on display for charities or a fluff news story, that’s the one I’ve got.

68. Have you ever had a night’s dream come true?

No, can’t say that I have.

69. Would you reject a date offer from someone you didn’t like?

yes

70. Which do you think is worse: Failure, or never trying at all?

This is one of those what I say is not really what I do things. I think the second is worse but I often freeze when it comes to choices like this. When I’m by myself: I freeze.

#random #asks #questions #bored #mild entertainment

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by-endurance--we-conquer · 6 years ago

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I’ve mentioned before that one of my big goals is to run as many challenging races in amazing locations as I can. Orcas Island 50 definitely fit the bill.

First, one of the main reasons I chose this race (besides location) was logistics. The race takes place in Moran State Park on Orcas Island and the Destination Trail Races reserves the bunk cabins just feet from the start/finish line. It was great to be right at the race site and roll out of bed and not have to have that extra race morning stress. There was also a lodge with food provided, hot showers and the ability to be around a bunch of like-minded ultra-runners. Pretty cool set up.

The course-This is what definitely drew me to the race. Beautiful island with panoramic views of other islands, water and snowcapped mountains. Then there were the amazing single track trails winding up and down the mountains through old growth forests and around secluded lakes. The challenging course was definitely the highlight. Just take a look at the elevation profile. Course consisted of two 26 mile loops. 3 BIG climbs per loop and when I say big I mean steep, switchback type climbs.

Pre-Race- My first race in 7 months and jumping into a 50 miler so I didn’t have big expectations. I knew I wasn’t going to touch my 50 mile PR. My only goal was to really enjoy the day and finish feeling ok. As I mentioned before logistics made everything so easy.

Early miles- 5AM start time. It was just getting light so I only had to wear my headlamp for the first couple of miles. I really liked how the first few miles ran alongside a flowing creek and a few waterfalls. It can’t anymore peaceful sounding than that.

First big climb- Just a few miles into the race we were on the first big climb of the day Mt. Pickett. As I was climbing up through the forest I got a good idea of what I was in for throughout the race. The 12,000 ft. of climbing wasn’t the small roller types that add up over the course of a race. It was the steep, switchback, suck the air out of you, even the pros are hiking parts type of climbing. It was great. Minus that in my pre-trip planning I opted to leave my trekking poles at home so I wouldn’t have to check a bag on the flight. So the same poles that greatly helped my Bear 100 race were 2000 miles away.

Weather- Overall weather was great for the day. Highs in the upper 60’s and lots of sun and a nice breeze at times but many others agreed—it just felt warmer. I felt like I was sweating more than usual. The salt stains on my shirt showed that.

Big mistake of the day- For some dumb reason I only carried my one big Nathan bottle in my vest. Why I thought would be enough I don’t know. Where that proved to be an issue was the 10 miles between aid stations at miles 3-13 and roughly 28-38. I ran on empty for a few of miles and on loop #2 that was an issue. It was warm and I was thirsty. I almost drank out of one of the lakes which probably would have been fine but I kept thinking about the flight the following day and having to run to the bathroom every 5 minutes because of some bug I picked up. So I passed on the lake water and made it to the aid station.

Nutrition- I was kind of all over the place. I fell behind on hydration (and paid for it a little) but eventually worked my way back. I ate just about everything they offered. Pickels, chips, M&M’s, Snickers, bananas, Coke, Tailwind and even 3 gels.

Mt. Constitution- This was the beast of a climb. On both loops you basically climbed it twice from 2 different sides. Definitely the highlight of the race with amazing views from the top. I also liked the climb up through the green/foggy forest on lap 1. There was one section where every tree was covered in a bright green moss and the creepy fog was rolling in. No pic would do that justice.

Loop 1 (first 26 miles) went well, but I knew loop 2 and doing all the climbing again was going to be a real challenge.

Tough spot- It lasted a little longer than I would have liked- roughly miles 31-39. I had this wicked craving for an icee/slushie which I don’t even drink in normal life. Probably a clear sign I was dehydrated. But the mile 39 aid station saved me. I actually sat down in a chair and drank a full bottle of water and ate some food. By mile 40 I was back. That’s the beauty of ultra-running. Just when you think you’re down and out you make a big comeback and get right back in the game. Just in time for another trip up Mt. Constitution.

Maybe it was the magnet of the finish line or just my body coming around but miles 40-52 were my best of the whole race. My legs felt the strongest they had all day. Who knows maybe all those kettlebell squats and swings over the winter paid off. I went from saying to myself, “there’s no way I’d make it if this were a 100 miler to I wish this was a 100 miler.”

It was a pretty small 50 mile field and I ran with no one around for many miles but I also ran pretty close to the same 5 people all day. It was nice to chat a bit but on that second loop I did put in 1 earbud for some music.

The descent off Mt. Constitution was a real quad destroyer, but I was still running. The final lap around Cascade Lake felt like a victory lap. I returned back to Camp Moran 12 hours and 46 mins after I left. 10 minutes later I was in a hot shower. Again, great logistics. That evening a group of us sat around chatting about the day. The common theme- “that was hard.”

Orcas Island was a perfect ultramarathon destination and managed to surpass my pretty high expectations. Destination Trail Races and Candice put on a great race. I talked to several runners who have done some or all of her 200 milers. Maybe they’ll end up being a bad influence on me someday….

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dominicknight · 6 years ago

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@threehoursfromtroy I hope your recovery is smooth! Enjoy! :D

The first time you saw Korra, she stood in a traditional Southern Water Tribe dress that fit her in all the right ways. You were elated to meet her because Mako talked about her so much, and this Gala was for her. She seemed less enthusiastic at the introduction, but you brushed it off. The world’s peace rested on her shoulders so you figured she must be adjusting to all this attention. You read somewhere that she spent time training in the South, so of course being in a big city would be a steep learning curve.

You hope to talk to her away from all this attention, someplace where she can be more herself. With all the time you’ve spent in the limelight, you imagine that she puts on a facade as much as you do. Then again, she’s sixteen to your eighteen so she’s still figuring things out, too.

The next time you see her, she’s pulling on a new pro-bending uniform with the Future Industries logo on it. You designed them, keeping in mind Korra’s physique from what you saw at the gala. It suits her, and from what you can tell, fits her better. You compliment her on her hat trick and make plans to attend every game you can to support your team, plus your boyfriend.

You never thought you’d be mad at Korra. She’s intense, and brash at times, but always seems to have the best intentions. But the instant she accuses your father of Equalist ties you’re quick to anger. The idea that your father is part of a devious plan to rid the city and the world of benders seems preposterous. Korra attempts her best to explain, but you don’t want to hear it.

She came into your house and spit on your family name. The last thing you want is for her to be right because why would she be? She doesn’t know that you watched your mom die, or the depression that your father sunk into that almost ruined the company the first time. You let Korra and Chief Beifong search the Sato Estate.

Your worst fears are confirmed.

And before you know it you’re facing your father. He wants you to join him and you can’t believe this is what your mother’s death has led to. You turn against him because he’s betrayed everything you’ve been taught. The electricity through the shock glove hums across your hand as you watch your father crumple to the ground.

You go back with every to Air Temple Island because being at the Sato Estate feels worse now because it’s only you wandering the halls covered in objects that hold little meaning other than decorations. The family lawyers are discussing with the Board of Directors what to do about Future Industries now that your father is in jail. They said they would keep in touch while decisions are made, so at least for now you can put some of that at the back of your mind. You make sure the workers are continuing to get paid because not all of them knew your father’s treachery.

This island becomes your new home with its minimalism and vegetarian diet. It’s only a place to rest your head for the night, and even then it’s not a restful sleep. You spend more time off of it with the rest of Team Avatar as vigilantes speeding around the city. It’s not the first time you’ve felt part of something bigger, but this feels more important than all the designing you did for the family business.

You assumed control of Future Industries a year ago, a wild ride that saw your company almost go under twice. Now things are improving, even if the Board seems less than pleased with a few of your mistakes. You need a drive so you find Korra and offer to teach her. She grinds the gears enough times before she gets the hang of things. You smile at her as she seems to get more comfortable behind the wheel.

It feels good to talk and clear the air about everything that happened between you two with Mako. She stares at you, and you wish you could enjoy this moment forever. You love the shade of blue of her eyes, reminding you of those glaciers you saw in the Southern Water Tribe. Something catches your eye and you both turn. Korra slams on the breaks and you’re thankful for the seatbelts or else you would have been thrown out.

The Spirit Vines have taken over whole sections of the city, ruining much of the transportation framework. You know Korra’s been struggling with her public image and people are starting to voice loud doubts they don’t need an Avatar anymore. As her friend, you assure Korra she’s more important to the world than these people realize.

You want to tell her so much more, but you steel your emotions as you head back to the Air Temple.

That island gets word that Airbenders are popping up all over the Earth Kingdom. You assemble a Future Industries airship for the occasion and the journey begins to help restore the Air Nation.

Everything happens so quick, that you’re still trying to piece it all together. You shift on the bed next to Korra where she stares at the ceiling. Her eyes are glassy and you wonder if she’s reliving the moments of the battle or if she’s waiting for exhaustion to take her so she can sleep.

You get up and start to get ready for work.

You have your own room on Air Temple Island, but you’ve taken up residence in Korra’s room. She doesn’t talk much, but you’ve filled the silence with work talk, and showing her designs. Sometimes you don’t even talk, you sit next to her and read. When she does fall asleep it’s short-lived, and you’re there for when she wakes from nightmares.

Senna has mentioned that Tonraq needs to return to the south and that Katara could work closely with Korra down there. A departure date has been set and the boat is being packed and refueled.

You do Korra’s hair every day and you always tell her you’d be willing to accompany her. She looks at you and tilts her head a bit.

“I’ll be okay. It won’t be long.” Her voice has returned over the last two weeks where she has felt comfortable to speak again. You wish you could hear it more, but you don’t want to push her too much.

“Just radio me and I’ll be down immediately. I always have an airship on standby.” You smile and put your hands on Korra’s shoulders. She returns the smile and you wish you could engrain that small gesture forever into your memory. It’s the same way you felt when you hugged Korra on the airship before she went to give herself up to the Red Lotus.

It hurts to see her go, but you’re hopeful that the time back home will lift her spirits.

You turn a page of a magazine in the small waiting area of Kwong’s. Korra called you. She called you after three years of silence, after one letter, after running away for whatever reason. But she’s back and she wants to see you. You embrace her when she walks in because you’ve wanted nothing more than to hug her full and hard to ensure she’s real, that she’s truly back in your life.

And there she is standing before you with a bob, fresh clothes, and a smile. She seems different, confident and more self-assured. You see this in the way she carries herself, how she finds Prince Wu’s location and fights off the Earth Kingdom goons with ease and then helps you all escape. Once the Prince is dropped off, you take Korra back to the island.

She heads off to a meditation spot and you catch up with Pema and Tenzin. You make Korra some tea and take it to her because the sun is setting and the ocean breeze is coming in.

She accepts the cup and sips it, smiling at you. “You remembered my favorite.”

You blush and wave it off. “How could I forget?”

Korra laments about how much trouble she’s caused the world as the Avatar. She sets her teacup down with only the tiny dregs of the leaves on the bottom. You watch her wind herself up and you put a hand on her shoulder.

“Those might all seem like mistakes, but you did more good than bad.” You counter all of her negatives with her accomplishments.

You want to keep going, telling her your feelings that you’ve bottled up since she left for the South, but again you stop yourself. There’s a time and a place for all things.

You felt the heat of the explosion wave, even from where you ducked into that stairwell. It reminded you of when your father taught you how to use a blowtorch, and the first time you saw Korra firebend. You were witness to her incredible power before. But there was something about this instance that struck you with fear.

The air cooled and you moved out of the stairwell, racing towards the epicenter. This was once a park surrounded by homes that got overgrown with spirit vines. And now its a crater with a spirit portal at the center. You start searching for Korra and Kuvira in the wreckage of the giant mech. They walk out of the portal when everyone confirmed that they couldn’t find them. You’re relieved to see Korra because you didn’t want to think about the whole in your life she would leave behind.

You hug her, and again, she’s real. This time though she has some scrapes and bruises, and she could use a shower. But then again, you all could after this battle.

You’ve been working on plans to rebuild the city around the new portal. It sucks that you have to do this again after you nearly finished the last restoration before all of this started. You went home for a few hours to get clean from walking the job sites and stopping by the refugee camp. There’s a wedding tonight and you want to look your best.

Korra is there to greet you when you step off the ferry onto the island. You smile and find seats by Mako and Prince Wu. The wedding is quite the shindig, but then again, it’s Varrick and he never does anything simple or quiet. You spend time dancing and mingling with people, glad to take this break to celebrate a couple that you’re so happy are finally together for the long haul.

After a quick glance around you notice that Korra isn’t anywhere. You excuse yourself and pass off your glass of champagne to a passing waiter. On the outskirts of the party, you see Korra talking with Tenzin. She looks like you could use a break, so you approach with a lie about Varrick and airbending suits. You snicker and take a seat with Korra when she asks you to join her.

You take in the colors of the portal and then watch their glow on Korra’s skin. She looks more content now with it being just the two of you. Her eyes finally turn and she catches you staring. She starts to apologize as if you need to clear the air like you did four years ago. But there’s something about this apology that is different.

You tell her you’re happy to have her in your life because really, she’s all you have left. Korra offers her condolences when your eyes well and you turn away at the thought that you’re all that remains of the Sato family. She slides her arms around you and spirits, you wish you could have this all the time. Her skin is warm over all the firm muscle. You’re sad when she pulls away, but you don’t show it as you both look at the spirit portal.

It doesn’t take long for you two to plan a vacation. It’s spur of the moment, but you both need to get away and a whimsical place like the spirit world seems like the best option.

“Sounds perfect.”

Those are the best words to hear and they ring in your ears as you approach the spirit portal. The back of your hand brushes Korra’s and you both blush. You reach over to take her hand as you take the final last steps into the glow together.

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There are a few essential components that make up any computer. You need a screen, a keyboard and a mouse or trackpad for sure. But what else? If you have a laptop like a MacBook Pro, it’s going to run on battery power when it’s not plugged in. And how do you charge this battery? You need a charging cord and adapter, obviously. It’s one of the most critical aspects of your computer and is an essential accessory.

Over the course of owning your MacBook Pro, you might need to get a new charger. Since these are external accessories to your computer, you might accidentally lose it or someone might steal it or it’s not charging the battery. These charging cables can also wear out over time or become damaged in which case, you’ll need to find a replacement. Luckily, finding a new charger for your MacBook Pro is easy so here is a look at where to buy a new one.

Why Buy a MacBook Pro Charger

As I touched on above, there are a few different reasons you might need to get a new charger for your MacBook Pro. The fact of the matter is that you absolutely need a charger to use your computer. Without it, once your battery dies you will have no way of recharging and using the computer.

If you accidentally lose your charging cable or if it gets stolen, you’ll obviously need a new one. You might be able to borrow a friend or something for a while but without a cord to yourself, you won’t be able to use your computer as often as you’d like.

If you are experiencing issues with your current charging cable, it might also be time to consider purchasing a new one. If you see any signs of significant damage on your charger such as exposed wiring or a broken wire cover, it’s only a matter of time before the charger breaks completely. A damaged cable may work for a while, but it will eventually stop leaving you in need of a new one.

MacBook Pro Chargers – Different Types

If you do need to buy a new charger for your MacBook, you need to know what type of charger you’re looking for as different models require different chargers. If you still have your old charger and need a new one because it is broken or damaged, bring it into the store when you purchase a new one so you can reference the type and buy the correct charger.

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Power adapters for MacBooks come in 3 different connections and a wide variety of wattages. You need to know the required adapter for your specific model. You can find out which model MacBook you have here. Wattage is an important consideration because if you get an adapter that has less wattage than intended for your computer, it will not charge. A higher wattage adapter will work but it won’t charge your computer any faster.

The three main types of adapter connects are:

USB-C

MagSafe (Which comes in L and T shapes)

MagSafe 2

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MacBook Pro chargers are easy to find and replace. They are not the cheapest accessory for your computer but because they are so important if you need one you will have to buy it. Once you have figured out which charging adapter you need based on your MacBook model, you can either purchase a new one online or from a physical store that sells these products. Here’s a look at some good options for either.

Online Retailers that Supply MacBook Pro Chargers

With any of these online retailers, simply type in the type of charger you are looking for and your results will be listed. I always shop around at a few different online locations to try and find the best price for any product. If you want to get a power adapter created by Apple, that’s fine but sometimes there are cheaper options made by other companies on Amazon or New Egg.

Physical Retailers that Supply MacBook Pro Chargers

The Apple Store

Best Buy

Target

Walmart

Staples

Almost every physical store that sells these chargers has an online store so it’s really up to you how you go about buying a new MacBook Pro charger. If you don’t know exactly what charger you need, sometimes it’s nice to go talk to a customer service person at one of these store locations. To find a location near you, Google the name of the store and the city you are in and you should see a list of nearby stores that sell the chargers.

Final Thoughts

If you don’t have a charger for your MacBook Pro, you basically don’t have a computer at all. It’s like having a car without gas – it might look good, but you won’t be able to operate it. Luckily, it’s easy to find a new charger either online or in-store for a replacement. A simple search of MacBook Pro chargers will point you in the right direction but visit any of the online or physical locations mentioned here and you’ll be able to find the correct charger for your MacBook.

Have you ever needed a new charger? Where did you buy it?

There’s nothing special about a Mac purchased from the Apple Store. The ghost of Steve Jobs doesn’t sprinkle magic iDust on it, and the Geniuses haven’t loaded it up with bonus software.

It’s exactly the same computer as one purchased at any otherauthorized* source. The difference is the price. On any given Mac laptop or desktop computer, you’ll always find the highest price at the Apple Store. With very few exceptions, the price for a Mac at the Apple Store will remain consistent from the day it is released to the day it is discontinued.

Shopping for an Apple Mac

Apple’s done a great job catering to Mac fans with stores that are monuments to aesthetically pleasing design and staff that are as Apple-focused as the shoppers. By all means, go, check out the newest models, and take care of your repairs. But you should never buy a computer in the Apple Store, no matter how cool the hipster Genius makes you feel. So where is the best place to buy a Mac? You’ll always find a better deal by getting online and checking out the alternatives in the form of Apple Authorized Resellers and Apple’s own special pricing departments.

Look for an Authorized Apple Reseller

Apple Authorized Resellers frequently have the best deals on Mac computers and laptops. The big names in the game include: MacMall, Mac Connection, B&H, Best Buy and Abt Electronics.

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There are a number of advantages to shopping at these stores. First off, they provide discounts on the retail price.

The next big advantage to buying from online retailers is free software and rebate offers such as free trials of software and rebate offers for free or discounted printers or accessories.

Best Buy even has started offering exclusive weekly discounts on select Apple products to members of its free My Best Buy loyalty program, kicking its special deals off with up to $200 off select Mac Book Pro models. If you’re in the market, it’s worth signing up.

A quick note: if the website you are looking at has a shoddy design and the prices are too low to be believed, it probably isn’t an Apple Authorized site and may not be a trustworthy business. Any site you see on Brad’s Deals is safe.

Purchase Through the Apple Education Store

Students, teachers, and education staff can save up to $200 on Macs by purchasing through the Apple Education Store. With these price reductions, buying through Apple can be a good deal, even though you will pay sales tax. Ground shipping is always free with a Mac purchase (from any of the Apple Stores). The best time for a student to purchase is in the summer months when Apple usually runs a back-to-school promotion. For a few years now, Apple’s been offering students a $100 Apple Store Gift Card with the purchase of a Mac, and a $50 Apple Store Gift Card with the purchase of a qualifying iPad or iPhone.

Consider Purchasing Through Apple-Certified Refurbished Mac Department

The Apple-Certified Refurbished Mac Department is the other big way to buy from Apple and save. Getting a great deal on a refurb can have a lot to do with timing. Apple refurbs are current or previous generation models that have been tested, refurbished, and re-certified. They carry the same one-year, extendable warranty as regular Macs. These purchases also often qualify for printer rebates, and students can purchase refurbs through the education store to get the gift card.

Wait for Apple’s Black Friday

This is the exception to the rule. The one time of year you can find variations in pricing at the Apple Store is on Black Friday. Sadly, these sales usually consist of the same 5 percent off deals year after year, so if you’re looking to score a good deal on a Mac on Black Friday, we recommend shopping anywhere but the Apple Store. Resist the siren’s call of the Apple Store’s shining halls and come to us for the best online deals.

Additional Tip: No matter where you buy your Mac, you can save even more if you use a cash back credit card. For instance, the Chase Freedom Flex℠ Card currently offers 5% cash back on quarterly rotating categories and 1% cash back on everything else. Plus, new cardholders can earn a bonus of $200 when you spend $500 within your first three months. Additionally, when buying any type of electronics, using a credit card is especially important because of card benefits such as purchase protection, price protection, and extended warranty.

* David in the comments section pointed out that if you want to participate in Apple’s paid One-to-One training program, you must purchase your Mac from the Apple Store, or the Apple Store online (including Education and Refurbs). You cannot take part in the program if you purchase from an Authorized Reseller.

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