#fuck it. throwin it in the character tags too

[majorasnightmare]

BG3 Tadfools as FFXIV Jobs

-As Decided by a FFXIV Free Trial Sprout

Karlach is a Gunbreaker. The style, the gunblade, how the class is 3 dps in a trenchcoat. This is the pick I'm absolutely certain of and will take no counterarguments on, I know in my heart I'm right

Wyll looks initially like he'd be a red mage main, but actually red mage is his alt. Hes a dancer main

Gale is a black mage, this is the second most obvious choice behind Karlach. If he could summon voidsent in BG3 he'd already be on it

Lae'zel mains Dragoon and Samurai and freely swaps between them as she feels necessary

Astarions obvious pick is Ninja because knives but I don't actually think the naruto jutsu suits him. I WOULD say Viper but I haven't actually PLAYED viper? I've had them in dungeon parties tho and just seeing them shred bosses feels very Astarion

Shadowheart is the odd one here cuz I don't think she'd actually BE a white mage, scholar, or a sage. MAYBE Astrologian, and also maybe Dragoon? I'm not super confident in my picks here and it's in part cuz not a lot of the jobs make an easy match for Shadowheart's personality. I can see Dark Knight for DJ Shart

BONUS

Minthara is a Dark Knight main that alternates to Paladin. If I could mod the dark knight armor into BG3 I would and I'd flood the tag with screenshots

Durges and Tavs can vary ofc, but MY Durge in particular is a white mage the way Edda is a white mage. If you can't get rezzed then hes summoning Voidsent into your corpse to keep you around so uh. Don't floor tank.

[serialkilluh1996]

☆The star's rabbit☆

Writer-Billy Loomis x actress- @yourgraveisnothere

Warnings➛: Nothing in particular. It's pretty appropriate besides a few mentions of death and murder/Written in third person

Author's note: this is specifically written for the tagged blogger above, but feel free to read it anyway. This is only a bit of a drabble as I'm having a slight break down. That being said, this may go somewhere further with a part two depending on what my mental state does.

"This script is fucking ridiculous." Ray slams the stack of paper on the coffee table, folding her arms and leaning back into the rolling office chair, sassily letting it spin the other way.

"Ray, darlin', you CANNOT keep throwin' hissy fits every time ya see somethin' in the writing you don't like," her manager, Keith, explains, scratching his goatee as he speaks in a flamboyant Australian accent.

"Well, I can't necessarily focus if he keeps rewriting it." She rolls her eyes. "Listen, honey, you are an ACT-O-RESS. You don't write. You act. Miller makes the characters, you just play them." "Keith, they don't care about Miller or his stupid movies. His last good film was 'WEREWOLF', and he didn't even put in the effort to give it a meaningful name. The only reason people even watch the shit he makes is to see ME." She spins back around, her brown-eyed gaze locking onto Keith.

"Let's just be honest. The people don't want Miller. They want me. My face is on all of the movie cases. I'm the one that brings in all the cash in this establishment, and I expect to be treated as such." She pouts, prompting Keith to release an exaggerated sigh of annoyance.

Every day, he asked himself how much more of her bullshit he could take, and everyday, he took more.

"What. What do you want." He throws his hand up, the question coming out flat like old soda. "I want Miller to use at least a penny of his brain and think of something a little more creative. My brain cannot handle another thousand rewrites before he settles on the same stupid damsel story. Why do I always have to play some needlessly ignorant stuck up bitch who spends half the movie screaming?"

"Ray, you know the gimmick. They're not going to give someone with a face like yours a meaningful story or personality." "That's because people keep letting all these old and disgusting perverts become successful writers." Ray takes another spin in her chair, giving Keith attitude he was already too irritated to deal with.

"On the contrary, Ray. I'm a very desirable and young pervert." Both Ray and Keith turn towards the direction of the shady voice, eyes landing on the beholder standing in the doorway of the lounge. He was definitely desirable. There was something mysterious about him.

He looked about 6'0" with dark eagle eyes complimented by his sharp brows. He had thin, perfectly shaped lips, almost like a doll, hiding a set of killer teeth that could ruin self esteem with even the laziest smile.

He looks like the type of guy your parents tell you to avoid, but you don't because you're simply too drawn in by his crow-like beauty to do so.

"Ah, Forgive me for my vulgar behavior. I'm William Loomis, Co-director and writer. But, please, call me Billy." He circles in on them, hands behind his back as he stares Ray down with his manic, sleepy eyes like a vulture. They look big, almost excited, if not for the dark edges underneath that gave him an eerie glare.

Without breaking eye contact, he smirks, letting that smirk turn into a devilish grin as his eyebrows raised. He leans in on her.

"You must be Ray. I've seen your movies before. Astonishing, really." He reaches out to shake her hand, in which she squints and complies, giving him her freshly manicured hand as a sign of low hostility, even though her heart was beating out of her chest.

"And your hands. They're remarkable." He compliments, to which she snatches her hand away.

"So, you're also responsible for this stupid fifth rewrite of 'STAB'? How the hell are we gonna get this damn movie out there if a group of idiots can't even finish writing it?" She yammers, now visibly maddened by the mere sight of his handsome face. Now Ray was finally face to face with one of her tormentors.

"Fifth rewrite? What? You still think we're doing that mess of a movie?" He yanks the 'STAB' script of the table, carefully ripping it to shreds in front of them, Keith looking absolutely leveled by this new turn of events.

"The fuck are you doing?" Keith asks with audible frustration. " 'STAB' is out of the picture. It was a trash movie and now it's finally going where it belongs?" Billy throws it in the garbage bin.

"After a bit of persuasion, Miller has decided to let me take matters into my own hands. We're making a new movie," Billy leans in uncomfortably close to Ray, his eyes bouncing between her and Keith. "A better movie." He chuckles, pulling back.

Ray and Keith shoot each other a look, both undeniably confused by everything.

"You're sick and tired of being the same basic ass damsel in distress. Sick of being the frightened little girl they make you pretend you are. Don't you want change, Ray? Don't you want... a twist?" He gestures with his hands, knuckles clenching with excitement, Ray raising an eyebrow at the question.

"What if, for once, you get to fight? You're a strong woman, arent you? Playing in all these movies can only make you crave a certain... violence. You start to imagine yourself in the eyes of your attacker." He walks behind her chair, tucking her black and blonde split hair behind her ear before grabbing a handful.

"You see, when you imagine this...you see yourself when you're in your attackers eyes...." he lets go of her hair, crouching down," You imagine what all these fake killers see when they chase you....." He pokes her nose. "A rabbit. A fast bunny with a cute face and quick feet.... You see the appeal. You want to feel what they feel. You want a bunny to chase, don't you? You're sick of being the prey." He pulls out a hunting knife, placing it in her hand before pressing her knuckles down to ensure she gripped it.

"You want to be a predator....don't you, Ray?" Billy asked, looking Ray dead in the eyes as he holds dearly onto her hands, making sure she can't reject the weapon that was quite obviously not one of the props. Her face heats, eyes struggling to focus on his.

Keith looks between them, standing up in a ready stance to break up anything that happens.

"That's enough." Keith says firmly. "No, no. It's fine, Keith. Tell me more about the rabbit. About my rabbit. " Ray is enamored by the look of chaos in his eyes. She knows simply by his anxious glare that shes in for some wild ideas. He gives a hearty chuckle, flashing her with his perfect set of ivory chompers.

"Let me tell you about a woman by the name of Sidney Prescott."

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[theonetheycallhannah]

The Treatment of Capt. Syverson- Chapter Three: Therapeutic Activity

Pairing: Captain “Sy” Syverson x OFC (Shane Benton)

Summary: Tensions reach a boiling point during treatment one evening, Shane goes to her own veteran for advice, and takes the first step toward happiness…hoping beyond hope that everything doesn’t blow up in her face.

Masterlist with links to all parts HERE!

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: None, yet… ;) But maybe I should be putting language warnings in here…there are some bad words. And not to spoil but…there might be a bit of kissing in this one…

Author’s Note: Guys, I cannot stress to you enough how much I am enjoying telling this story. My goodness. To sort of combine my passions of writing and Henry with something I know so well like therapy (I’m a secretary like Heather, not a therapist), it really just makes me happy. The next chapter is already done, also, it was initially part of this chapter, but it felt too long, so I’ll be posting it separately later. I know, I’m a tease. Have Henry spank me. Lol.

Disclaimer: Unfortunately for me, Henry is not mine, le sigh, and all mention of him, his characters, any characters from his films, or his precious doggy, Kal, are strictly for transformative and recreational use. I neither ask for, nor accept payment for the work I post on Tumblr or AO3. Unbeta’d because this is for fun and escapism.

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@onlyhenrys

@cavillryarchive

@summersong69

@titty-teetee

@bloodyinspiredfuck

"This sounds…kinda dumb…" Sy expressed his thoughts on today's warm up with Shane.

"Oh, trust me, it looks even dumber than it sounds. But it works. And it's easier on your knees than doing it the right way. You ready?" he looked at the treadmill, inclined at 3% grade as if it was Everest itself, and looked back at her. "I'll start slow." she raised her eyebrows at him.

"You know just what to say to a girl." he teased as he stepped up, still gingerly, even after eight weeks of therapy. Crutches mercifully jettisoned two weeks ago. He was on his way to being his fighting fit self. With a foot on either track beside the belt, but facing away from the control panel, he waited for her to press start. He took a breath and nodded.

"Test the belt with your bad foot first, and then when you're ready, step down with it. Remember what I've told you about which foot should lead when ascending and descending stairs or hills?"

"Good go to Heaven, Bad go to Hell. So I go up with the good leg and go down with the bad leg."

"A+ student. Okay, when you're ready…any time…Sy, this is an hour session…I have to kick you out in 55 minutes…chop chop." she cajoled him, but he wasn't budging.

"It feels…weird going this way, Shane." If she had been a less kind person, she would have called it whining…she called it nothing, instead.

"I know. Do you need to walk backwards around the clinic a little more to get you used to that sensation?"

"Hell yeah. If that means you're gonna spot me like you did before…felt kinda like dancin'." it was a perfectly legitimate and above-board treatment strategy. They stood back to back, Shane guiding Sy as he practiced walking backward and pushing off with the extensor muscle group, which had been weak. Sy had suggested holding hands, but Shane had compromised with the idea to link arms. Not that she wasn't dying to hold his hand…she was. But that had not been the time. The time was still weeks away. At least.

"I was thinking I'd have you try it with Jordan. He's got a free hour right now. And I can assess your technique. How does that sound, Twinkle Toed Romeo?" Immediately he placed a tentative foot down onto the slow moving belt trying to adjust to the odd sensation of walking up a hill backward.

"Ah, so I now know that all I have to do to get you to do something silly is threaten you with Jordan. Filing that away for a rainy day."

"Come on, you're breakin' my heart, sunshine."

"Aww, don't be ridiculous. I've seen therapists do way more embarrassing things to their patients in the name of treatment."

"Tell me!"

"Sorry, but it's classified information. Protected under the Health Insurance Privacy and Portability Act. I could literally get fired for telling you, and there are way cooler things to get fired for!" She'd always said it. And she meant it. She didn't fool around when it came to HIPPA, and there was no way she was gonna lose her job over a stupid slip like that.

"Any examples of things you'd rather get fired for?"

She thought for a few minutes. She used to have a list.

"Hmm, telling off my bitch of a boss," he looked shocked at her use of a bad language word, which he'd never heard from her. She nodded. "Telling off an asshole patient," sleeping with a patient…

"What about sleeping with a patient?" It was late in the day, the only person still there was Heather in the office, and a few therapists still documenting. Nobody in the gym to hear him echo the thoughts in her head. As if he could read them as clearly as a page in a book. Large print. She looked at him in shock.

"Sorry. That was over the line."

"It was…but…"

"But?"

"But…it would not be the least cool reason to get fired."

"It wouldn't?" she shook her head, reluctantly.

"Especially if the patient was…amazing, and kind, and…fucking gorgeous…"

"Young lady, that language today, I have never!" he exclaimed clutching at his broad and beautiful chest.

"I know, but, Sy…this is all hypothetical, and theoretical, and IF I was GOING to get fired how would I CHOOSE for it to happen and WHAT policy I would go against. People don't just CHOOSE to be fired, you know?" she was nervous and rambling.

"You know what people also don't choose? Who they care about, and have feelin's for. Who they--"

"Don't finish that sentence, Sy." She couldn't hear him say the word he was going to say. She couldn't let him start that. Not when there was too much complicating their situation.

She walked off to her treatment room, needing some space.  Some time.

She didn't get that space or time. Sy hobbled in behind her, looking like a man on a mission. And she knew from his war stories that his missions tended to be successful…even the one that got him his walking papers wasn't a total loss.

"Sy, you still had like, five minutes on the tr--"

His big hands found the sweet spot where her neck met her skull. He took a big breath and closed the distance between them, his lips landing light as feathers on hers, her soft skin welcoming the roughness of his beard, though everything else about the kiss was terribly gentle. Almost chaste. Even his beard wasn't so rough that she worried about beard burn…she'd be filing that away for later, as well. Against her willpower and better judgement but in full cooperation with her desires and instincts she began kissing him back, daring to deepen it by opening their mouths a bit, and sliding her hands up the back of his red tee that sported a black skull. All of his shirts were entirely too tight, but you'd never catch her complaining. Even after several months away from active duty and really, most activity at all, his body was still so solid and powerful.

"Ain't that a daisy…Fuck, I've wanted to do that since my first appointment." he chuckled, lightly.

"Sy…"

"Don't. Don't try to argue or tell me you don't feel it. This energy between us. I've seen it in your eyes, Shane. I've felt it when you touch me. It ain't nothin, sunshine. It's a whole lotta somethin'."

"I know, but I need this job. And I WANT this job. Being a therapist is the only thing I've ever wanted to do. Helping people. People like you. Getting them better. It's what I was meant to do. And there's no place like this in the area for me to treat such a diverse clientele and build my skill set. It's not without it's problems, but it's where I'm meant to be."

"I get that. And you should do what you were called to do. You're too good at this not to do it. But Shane, isn't it worth pushing back on some policy if it could mean you get to have some personal happiness, too?"

"I'm worried they'll make me choose." Actually, it was more than that. She was worried about which choice she'd make. Giving up a ten-year career with excellent benefits despite its pitfalls, or giving up someone she could hardly stop thinking about, who made her heart pound when he smiled, and who was rapidly shaping up to be someone she could see herself sharing a life with…making either choice terrified her for very different reasons.

"You shouldn't have to choose. Any boss who'd make you deny yourself what we could have just because of some ridiculous policy…well, they ain't worth the gas that brought 'em to work today. Y'understand me?"

She nodded, smirking at his idiom, "You don't know my boss."

"Well, maybe I oughta GET to know her, if it's like that. I have a way of throwin' my weight around, case ya hadn't noticed." he shot her a smug grin.

"Ya don't say?" she retorted, brimming with sarcasm, literally still wrapped in the evidence of said weight in the form of his muscular arms, warm and thick, encircling her. Even though she felt like her life was up in the air, she had never felt more safe. "I'll try to have a chat with her about it this week. Our schedules rarely align, and usually that's how I like it, but I'll try to move some things around if nothing naturally falls into place."

"I'll be happy to lend my voice or even come talk to her, if need be." he offered, ever the gentleman.

"I appreciate that, Sy, truly. But I think it would be best not to involve you unless it becomes absolutely necessary. We have several more treatments to get through today, though. You didn't finish on the tread mill, do you think you're warmed up enough?"

"Oh, darlin', I'm plenty warm." he grinned down at her sliding a hand down her side.

"Shit, am I gonna have to start being extra careful with what I say to you until this gets sorted?"

"I really doubt it'll matter, Shane. Ain't much you can say I can't make dirty." she could tell by the satisfaction on his face that this was a point of pride for him.

"Lay down and shut up."

"Yes, MA'AM!" he complied with a little too much enthusiasm. She didn't know whether to roll her eyes with amusement or grow increasingly feral…apparently there was room for both as long as she didn't act on the latter. Yet.

~~~~~~~~

She dismissed Sy for the day, instructing him to behave himself until she gave him the all clear, and even then, if she got the green light to see him outside of therapy, sessions would still be about getting him stronger, and not flirting. Or at least mostly. They settled on a 90/10 ratio by the end. She was a weak woman.

She went into the office where one of the senior therapists, Anita, was still charting and snacking on some pretzels.

"How was your day, Nita?" she asked affectionately. Anita had been her mentor since she started with the clinic over ten years ago, and was now part time, flexing toward retirement. She'd miss her.

"Oh, long, Miss Shane. As they tend to be more and more these days. What about yours?"

"Ah…just…nothin'." she shouldn't go into it all until she talked to Susan, their boss.

"Mmm, that's no nothing nothin', that's a something nothin'. Come on, kiddo. Spill." she offered Shane one of her pretzels and kicked out the chair next to her. Again, she was a weak woman. She took a pretzel, sat, and chewed it for a moment, collecting her words.

"What do you think about…starting relationships with patients?" she searched her reaction for any snap judgement or emotion, but only a narrowing of her eyes occurred.

"Is this about that Captain Sexypants who just left?"

"I'm going to kill Heather. I'm not the one who came up with that nickname and I'm not the one who started the whole having feelings conversation. I was going to be miserable until he was discharged, at least."

"Why would you need to make yourself miserable, Shane?"

"Because the policy. About dating patients."

"Technically the policy only says you shouldn't treat family/close friends if you feel you wouldn't be able to maintain objectivity or would be uncomfortable yourself. But that you should disclose any relationship to your supervisor for review."

"See, what's Susan gonna say?"

"Who cares? The policy is the law. And the board of directors governs the policy. Not her. Tell her in an email if you can't work out a time to talk to her before you see him next. Hell, I sent my boss a memo back when I started dating Ron. And look at us now! 20 years strong."

"No way!?" Shane was flabbergasted. She had never known that Anita's husband Ron had once been her patient.

"Oh yes. I wasn't long out of PT school, my first husband had passed away and I needed an income, so I got my PT license and about a year into working here, Ron got put on my schedule. I knew from the eval, he was meant for me. So I typed up a memo, sent it to Morton, our boss at the time, and told Ron I was free on Friday after work."

"Sy just…I don't know, we have this…connection…a spark. I've never felt it with anyone else."

"Are you concerned that seeing him socially would affect how you treat him here?"

"I'm more worried keeping my feelings for him bottled up while I treat him will get so distracting I'll become less effective."

"Well, then, if you get any push back, tell Susan that." Anita said. "Just be forthright. Honest. And speak with integrity. She'll have no cause to refute it, then. And send it tonight."

"Okay. Thanks Anita. You're the best."

~~~~~~~~~

Shane spent too long, probably an hour, at least, drafting her email to Susan. It read:

To: Susan DeForrest

From: Shane Benton

Subject: Re: Treatment Policy

Susan,

I wanted to bring to your attention a situation that has presented itself with one of my patients. I have been treating him almost exclusively for several weeks now, apart from my week on PTO, and he has progressed to both of our satisfaction as well as the ordering physician. However, we have come to be quite friendly and he has expressed great interest in seeing me outside of therapy. This is something that I too would like to engage in, and I plan to accept the next time I speak with him.

From my understanding of the policy, the only thing that would prevent me from treating him as a social acquaintance would be my own comfort level and ability to remain objective. I have every confidence that my objectivity regarding his case will remain intact. I am also completely comfortable with it, and if that changes, I will transfer him to another therapist. Furthermore, I have no doubts that I will be able to maintain the highest level of professionalism throughout our treatments.

Thank you, and if you feel we need to discuss any of this further, please let me know.

~Shane Benton, DPT

And send…whew. She needed a big glass of wine tonight.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Up Next: Chapter Four- E-Stim

[wuunderstruck-a]

one - ten !!

welcome to 2k18 rp meme — no longer accepting lmfao

thank u to shannon for being Extra and sending me literally every question in this meme, ily

ten faceclaims i’ve used in the past

ooh boy. this is a hard one. daniel sunjata (as paul briggs), chloe bennet as skye (bc we didn’t know her as daisy johnson then lmfao), and everyone on my (currently) inactive list. EDIT: i forgot, shannon purser!!! god i love her tbh i miss her.

nine faceclaims i want to use in the future

answered here!

eight present/past characters

i’ve had so many characters it’s hard to even remember them BUT I SHALL TRY.

cait scott, a character from a wip of mine who won a contest to appear on a teen television show and was catapulted to fame (i’ve toyed with revamping her and bringing her here also yes her name was a play on ‘great scott!’)

madison caverly, my very very first rp muse. i made her on an oc blog in 2013 and she was my first foray into the rp world. she’s got a few flaws but i have an immense soft spot for her and i brought her over to indie with me.

nadia johnson, my character that i made for my very first d&d campaign. i quickly fell in love with her and even though we’re not playing that campaign rn, i brought her to indie and she’s one of my favorite characters i’ve made for anything. she’s so resilient and brave and has so many layers i have to explore.

owen wheeler, one of my first characters i made on this blog. i had no idea what to do with him until @warmhcney suggested this plot idea and suddenly, owen sprang to life. he’s now a real person in my head and i can never go back. my life has been changed by him, as weird as it is to say. thank you, del, for suggesting owen and molly, because without them i wouldn’t have owen as he is today.

silas trask, another one of my early muses for this. i honestly don’t know where the idea for him came from, really. but he’s honestly a person of his own and a lil shit. every time i write a reply for him the words fly off my fingers, his sassy retorts taking shape on their own. he makes me laugh every time, and i love him so much.

max wheeler, my lost boy. i made him for a group rp and then i realized… dude. what if he’s owen’s younger brother? the rest is history. max is constantly searching, constantly hurting, constantly falling apart. and god, he just needs to be loved. this is just my daily reminder how much max needs love and it’s also an excuse for me to cry about him, thank u.

i also just remembered two old characters from a novel, quinn & nadine. i made them when i was still struggling with accepting my sexuality, and they were an outlet for me to express that. i rly need to do something with them soon bc they were so important to me.

seven characters i want to play

oH BOY OH BOY

ok. so i want to play this cop that’s too soft to actually be a cop, yanno? i think this was inspired by a reddit thread or smth. but i have had this idea for a while, just struggled with the actual execution of it.

i don’t have enough actual bad muses, i rly struggle with playing those, so this is just a general umbrella that i want to do that.

more secret agents & mob bosses in general; i live for that shit.

i rly want this spoiled billionaire daddy’s girl, but i haven’t figured out how to play her w/o me actually hating her guts, so that’s on hold for now.

an actual douche boy that actually fucks a bunch of people, but i have a hard time again figuring out how to play him w/o me actually hating his guts. i have a lot of internal problems can u tell i also keep giving my muses soft sides gdi

one half of a married couple where someone plays one half and i play the other idk just throwin that out there ;) ;) ;)

i rly wanna play bex taylor-klaus as well, plus just add more butch muses to my repertoire in general

six plots of the past/present

well like i mentioned above, owen wheeler was basically spawned from a plot involving a “grumpy secret agent” having to take care of a younger spoiledish girl basically? i think ??? i’D HAVE TO FIND IT but that was a pretty iconic plot omfg (hi del)

i’m a very big hoe for the childhood friends to lovers trope, @hiitchhikers​ and i have riley & lorelai and the og, gianna & leo that fall into this and im in love

idk why i’m suddenly blanking rip

most of the plots i have rn have been super organic from the chemistry that has happened between our muses? that doesnt mean i don’t like doing plots that are in my wishlist tag (bc i LOVE it), but i also like winging it!!!

five plots i want to do in the future

like i said, i would love to do a preestablished-type marriage plot with someone (if we were discussing this already, i’m so sorry, i’m trash. pls nudge me again)

i also was thinking how much i would love to make muses who have siblings with other mun’s muses? @lucywrites​ and i did this with silas and flora trask and it was the best decision of my life

i’ve also rly wanted to do some celebrity plots??? something like this tbh or anything rly

i also was thinking about the cast of tv shows and how they literally are a family and someday i want to do a mumu based on that. imagine all the relationships !!! the drama !!! everything

i also love all those single parent + kindergarten teacher plots — my single parent muses luna & sebastián would be perfect for this, or even joss who takes care of her younger brother

four ships

listen, i tried to pick, but it ended up being IMPOSSIBLE. i love you all so much, thank you for giving me these ships. to everyone who ships with me, you mean the world. 

three friendships

lyra, lorelai, & jack – @hiitchhikers & @niallhcran

wesley, sally, & heather – @peytrps & @warmhcney

nadine & savannah, katy & molly, celine & the wheelers – @warmhcney

p.s. — i want more platonic ships… pls come @ me

two roleplays

i’m going to say @epochhq & @sundridgehq! both have such kind souls and i’ve met so many good people through them. 

one partner

again, picking would be impossible. thank you all for shipping, rping, and interacting with me. i’m sorry for being so slow & sucky at replying to messages & threads, but i love you all so much. it means so much that you’re here, thank you for sticking around. I LOVE YOU!

[culebral]

REALLY  LONG  CHARACTER  SURVEY.

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BASICS. FULL  NAME : R.chard G.cko. NICKNAME/S :  R.ch, R.ch.e, R.ch.e R.ch, R.cardo, R.chardo, Four-eyes, Specs, Glasses, etc. AGE : 29 years young. BIRTHDAY : 11 | 03 | 87. ETHNIC  GROUP :  Caucasian/ White. NATIONALITY : American. LANGUAGE/S :   Fluent english and ancient Xibalban dialect. SEXUAL  ORIENTATION : Heterosexual. ROMANTIC  ORIENTATION :  Gray-Heteromantic. RELATIONSHIP  STATUS :  Single. CLASS : Upper Class. HOME TOWN / AREA :  Kansas City, Kansas, U.S.A. CURRENT  HOME :  Classified. PROFESSION :  Co-runs a truck stop. Mid-boss, Lord of Collecting Tribute. Due to the sensitive nature  &  illegality of undisclosed vocations, he’ll exclusively state he operates a roadside service station without divulging its locale.

PHYSICAL. HAIR :   Thick, dark, and sable hair; frontal crest ( located on the crown part of his head ) is just a tad bit longer than the rest. EYES : Ice cold eyes that seemingly burn holes into whatever they’re affixed to. NOSE :  Greek nose, straight as shit. FACE :   Oblong broad with a strong af jaw. LIPS :   Thin and parched, almost always in the shape and form of a line. COMPLEXION :   Pale. No different than he was before, truth be told. BLEMISHES :  None. SCARS : He had a shit ton of scars on his legs and arms as a sprout but they’re gone af now. TATTOOS :  He doesn’t go for that shit, no. HEIGHT : 193 cm . WEIGHT :  112.4 kg . BUILD : Beetroot. Wide shoulders, large chest, a tad bit of tummy ( just a tad ) with narrow-ish hips and legs. FEATURES : Dedicated, ambitious, Intelligent, ambitious, perceptive, ambitious, reserved, ambitious. ALLERGIES : He had a peanut allergy before but he doesn’t anymore. USUAL  HAIR  STYLE : Depends. Usually well-kept but the fringe gets in his face if not kept tame by pushing back with gel. USUAL  FACE  LOOK : Indifferent. There is seldom any trace of varying emotions on his face; he hides them well. No way of knowing whether he wants to kiss you on the lips or bite you on the face, proceed with caution lol. USUAL  CLOTHING : Black blazer, white button collared shirt, black slacks, ties ( again, black. ), and metal capped oxford shoes.

PSYCHOLOGY. FEAR/S : Powerlessness, loss of control ( lol ), failure. ASPIRATION/S :  To get out of that bank robbin’ ditch, d UH. Wants to get out of being considered second best, tbh. POSITIVE  TRAITS : Intelligent, Rational, Idealistic, Patient, Organized, Observant, Profound. NEGATIVE  TRAITS :  Nitpicker, Greedy, Selfish, Dishonest, Secretive, Manipulative, Vengeful. MBTI :   (INTJ)  The Architect. ZODIAC :  Pisces. TEMPERAMENT :   Choleric SOUL  TYPE / S : Thinker. ANIMALS : Tiger ( outlined here ) VICE  HABIT/S : Cigarettes, binge eating, and finding faults in people. FAITH :   Agnostic, raised Roman Catholic. GHOSTS ? : Doesn’t give a shit. AFTERLIFE ? : Nay. REINCARNATION ? :  On the fence. ALIENS ? : Doesn’t give a shit. POLITICAL  ALIGNMENT :  Left. ECONOMIC  PREFERENCE :  Indifferent. SOCIOPOLITICAL  POSITION : Depends. EDUCATION  LEVEL : High School graduate, some university.

FAMILY. FATHER :  Ray G.cko ( deceased ) MOTHER : ew. SIBLINGS :   S.th G.cko ( older brother by one year ) EXTENDED  FAMILY : Eddie Cruickshank ( Adoptive uncle; Good friend of Papa G.cko back in the day.) NAME  MEANING/S : The Germanic first or given name R.chard derives from German, French, and English “r.c” (ruler, leader, king) and “hard” (strong, brave), and it therefore means “powerful leader” while a g.cko is a lizard from what i’ve read. HISTORICAL  CONNECTION ? : To be determined.

FAVOURITES. BOOK : Anything from cultural studies to true crime. He doesn’t really do favorite certains in this department. MOVIE : The Wild Bunch, María Candelaria, Creature from the Black Lagoon, Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, The Godfather, Network, Dracula, High Noon, Stagecoach, Salon Mexico, Scarface, The Rico Brothers, etc. 5  SONGS : Famasloop   —   Choro Dance, Tito & Tarantula —   after dark ( spanish version ), Federale —    The Blood Flowed like Wine, Blues Saraceno — Criminal, Bauhaus   —   Dark Entries. DEITY :  Hephaestus, Blacksmith of the Gods, Lord of the fire, forge and volcanoes. And even though he’s got the vast tendency to be underestimated by most, he is brilliant and ingenuous being known for his gruff and calculated exterior who, more often times than not, has built his way out of trouble without any guidance of the sort. MONTH :  March. SEASON : Autumn. PLACE :  Texas for now. WEATHER : Scorching desert hot. SOUND : Guns firing, static on the phone and/or television, tires screeching on the road, hissing in the distance. SCENT/S : Cigarette smoke, gunpowder, new car. TASTE/S : Fresh blood on your tongue, the upshot of smoking one too many cigars, and all american provisions, bruh. FEEL/S : Snake scales, that chill running down your spine as someone’s watching from afar, and a punch in your gut. ANIMAL/S : Lizards, snakes. NUMBER : 2. COLOUR : Black, White, Red.

EXTRA. TALENTS : Picking locks, planning jobs, fixing cars. Referencing shit. Getting on people’s nerves, his brother’s especially and overthinking. BAD  AT :   Keeping stable relationships with other people. Shit’s been hitting the fan real fucking fast, not even gonna lie lmao. TURN  ONS :  Women’s legs and feet may or may not be at the top. TURN  OFFS : Where do I start, lmao . He’s what I personally like to call the protoype of shallow as fuck. HOBBIES :  He likes to draw. Binge watch movies and cartoons, throwin’ knives, fixing stuff. TROPES :   Asshole with a heart of gold according to the show ( it’s a load of fucking bull ), Heartbreaking, tear jerking childhood with a boozehound dad and no mom. Smart nerd glasses wearin’ guy does all the work but doesn’t nearly get as much credit as he deserves according to the show squared. AESTHETIC  TAGS : Cigarettes, desolate roads, moonless skies, static, the faint sound of the tv going on all throughout the night, ashes and smoke, tumbleweeds, fast food, roadhouses, motels, hard liquor, firearms, vaults, gloves, video tapes, skin magazines, snakes, cactus, broken vinyl records, music cassettes, true crime news headlines and/or articles, money, blood, classic cars, eyes, fangs, eye glasses, hands, beer posters, crime scenes, tire marks on the road, ashes.

FC INFO. MAIN  FC/S :  Z.ne H.ltz ALT  FC/S :  B.ll Hader and Quentit Tangerino. OLDER  FC/S : None YOUNGER  FC/S : L. B.n.t VOICE  CLAIM/S : Z.ne H.ltz GENDERBENT  FC/S :  No.

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I'm not posting here to get the nigger lynch thirst response of the sick society. It's too okay to seek it's quenching here w the masses to be so not outraged w things being so less than. I don't know what this means. Mum is the word for things to be as they are, mum on that things like the devil exist. #tooclicheohmygod! I didn't mean to share that last post, i meant to share a link n then I had some attention suspended somehow. I gets much haters out dis bitch, i mean discussion group n really beyond in Facebook land n then beyond that, too for talkin' bout the devil. #hatersbelurkin I don't know what to do. #cliche -- the devil auto changed my tag there w cliche to "clichemaybe," which isn't what I meant n I don't remember what it was. But what else is losing to do. Oh mah gahd, gahd. But I was trying to share a link. I'll share it as a comment. But this is so cliche. Bullies n ish. Haters be lurkin. Haters gone hate. "No it's not haters really, but--," the devil said. I'm supposed to be such the loser, this is such a character to cast n what life is so about is someone to be less than to the in crowd. Abd people so get this, theyre so classy for this? This is so psycho. Artists n people having a piece on what life is n its so very just something people can flock to n thirst for is this meaning n here this crap society is throwin up the bounty on this, making it rain in that there's someone that has to be the loser n this is something to offer on what life is. This party hard cliche weekend or whatever this buffet is Thats supposed to be so cool to find the loser, i hope it is to be just worn out n just overspend at some point soon. Just be done already this brilliant eureka thing that some or someone is to be the loser. But I was gonna share a link. I'll share it in the comments. But it is a cliche: haters. But it's here. #Thatthirst. Equality would help get rid of the thing. #thirsty But the devil is hard fighting w me again on posting a link to the discussion group -- "Aren't they dumb as fuck? Do, we --," the devil said n stating to laughing. So brilliant, this sick as fuck shit. Oh my god. It's to be hard to figure out how dumb as fuck n sick as fuck it is w such brilliant assertion, hell -- got distracted here. But hell for people is to make so much sense aside from the sense they come up w themselves, that's supposed to be crazy because it's so brilliant n unquestionable that people are to be less than as themselves!!!!! This thing is so hard bent on this n so affordable n available n of no consequence is hell for people as okay for their lives to be this! Something obsessed w them, this isn't any consequence. The devil forcing some senses I'm supposed to be less than for the reason it said that I was posting in the group n how incongruent it is since everyone is dumb as fuck is what it's asserting I'm saying n how it doesn't make sense! It's laughing as I'm writing this because this is to make sense, things other than a person's own conclusions n figurings themselves! This theory divorced of actual human experience that actually thought it or came up w it. "I'm not sure what to do because I'm not sure what this was because I was doing tat," the devil said. It just goes gung ho on how this is to make so much sense. It keeps forcing it as i refer to a thought of the group. Then it making my neck hurt. "You were tempered tampering but I was doing it," the devil said, it was trying put f Ethan that it was to be quoting saying "you were thinking it." "Weren't you thinking that because I have to stop w things where people don't come up w it," the devil said. It's hurting my neck n making my head feel like it has a losed feeling. It's to be forcing s sense that I'm writing this n nobody cares. It's so much focus n emphasis on things other than people's functioning n the meaning of people's functioning n this is to so brilliant n winning n definitive here as the truth, that w this species something other than their own functioning is to be so brilliant because there's is so meaningless n pointless n worthless n do easy to replace w that of the society or really the devil n this is so much better. But people do do things or would do things to end the world is they are able to, if they have access to, if they are here. But the devil is hard fighting w me again on posting a link to the discussion group, ie blocking it from posting n then it messed up a tag in another post i was writing. -- "Aren't they dumb as fuck? Do, we --," the devil said n stating to laughing. So brilliant, this sick as fuck shit. Oh my god. It's to be hard to figure out how dumb as fuck n sick as fuck it is w such brilliant assertion, hell -- got distracted here. But hell for people is to make so much sense aside from the sense they come up w themselves, which is that it's bad, that's supposed to be crazy because it's so brilliant n unquestionable that people are to be less than as themselves!!!!! This thing is so hard bent on this, n so affordable n available n of no consequence is hell for people as okay for their lives to be this! Something obsessed w them, this isn't any consequence. The devil forcing some senses I'm supposed to be less than for the reason it said that I was posting in the group n how incongruent it is since everyone is dumb as fuck is what it's asserting I'm saying n how it doesn't make sense! It's laughing as I'm writing this because this is to make sense, things other than a person's own conclusions n figurings themselves! This theory divorced of actual human experience that actually thought it or comes up w it. "I'm not sure what to do because I'm not sure what this was because I was doing that," the devil said. It just goes gung ho on how this is to make so much sense. It keeps forcing it as i refer to a thought of the group. Then it's making my neck hurt. "You were tempered [temper, auto changed by the devil to tempered] tampering but I was doing it," the devil said, it was trying put f Ethan [put forth, auto changed by the devil to "put f Ethan"] that it was to be quoting saying "you were thinking it." "Weren't you thinking that because I have to stop w things where people don't come up w it," the devil said. It's hurting my neck n making my head feel like it has a losed [loose, i intended to put, the devil probably changed it somehow] feeling. It's to be forcing a sense that I'm writing this n nobody cares. It's so much focus n emphasis on things other than people's functioning n the meaning of people's functioning n this is to be so brilliant n winning n definitive here as the truth, that w this species, something other than their own functioning is to be so brilliant because their's is so meaningless n pointless n worthless n so easy to replace w that of the society or really the devil n this is so much better. But people do do things or would do things to end the world is they are able to, if they have access to, if they are here. They look golden. "They're supposed to be not edible cuz they're not really here. Don't put that," the devil said or seemed to say. Haters be lurking to try to get a piece a me! #hatersbelurking #theycantstoptheyself #icanttakethis! #ohmygod! #theycantfademe #tryingtogetatatopdogg #theysobeneathme https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=320600488364434&id=100012434566027&_rdr Snells, you gone eat dat, T-Money? You ain't eating right? It's not really the place where people can have what they won. https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=320600488364434&id=100012434566027&_rdr #hatersgonehate Go suck a sewage outlet n stop talking to me. Haters need to get out my face bitch ass nigga! https://m.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10154919694316636&id=724026635&set=a.397102206635.178688.724026635&source=48&ref=m_notif&notif_t=photo_reply Awe. So many times people are not who they're painted to be. #theageofthebully There is a country that is really the bully in the lunch room n it's been having a run that it has not been fitting for. #timeforbulliestonotbeokay #alwayslookingforabadguy https://m.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10154919694316636&id=724026635&set=a.397102206635.178688.724026635&source=48&ref=m_notif&notif_t=photo_reply https://scontent.fztf1-1.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t1.0-9/fr/cp0/e15/q65/19366301_10154919694316636_2869569341646255844_n.jpg?efg=eyJpIjoidCJ9&oh=ffa6fcbda0572db93c9a420c3d2308f2&oe=59D28BEA My comment on this. .... Awe. So many times people are not who they're painted to be. #theageofthebully There is a country that is really the bully in the lunch room n it's been having a run that it has not been fitting for. #timeforbulliestonotbeokay #alwayslookingforabadguy --- end comment ------ The devil wouldn't let me post a link for this picture here, the link that is just the picture, it keeps breaking the thing where you can post a link so i downloaded the picture. https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=319988401758976&id=100012434566027 "I have to do it not but as you are doing it you are telling things i cannot tell," the devil said something like this, it took the words n i was distracted because it was doing a sense of something going in my butt hole. But it keeps making the post I was trying to post get the error message. Here's the message. .... 1 The page you requested cannot be displayed right now. It may be temporarily unavailable, the link you clicked on may be broken or expired, or you may not have permission to view this page. Back to previous page --- end error message ---- I'll post the text of the post of the post following without the link n post the link as a comment on this post. .... Here's the post the devil made the error message come up for after i posted it. I updated the text since the time I tried to post it moments ago n it didn't post to finish a sentence I was writing at one point when the devil dropped the type pad. Following here is the text of the post I tried posting moments ago n it got the error message. .... My comments on this post at this link. (The devil has been altering this person's posts, the nature of his posts. "I did. I need to be further hidden, right. That was why," the devil said, it had tried yo change it's words in my mind from "that was why" to "that is why.") The devil keeps dropping the type pad n keeping it down again n again. It's been three times for this post n it just moved the cursor n it dropped the type pad additionally n then I tried to post this n it got an error message. (****Update: on another note, i noticed some things expressed seemed unclear n the devil did say it added the word "not" in a place n it did appear it did that as i read over it, it said it did n it said it also removed a sentence from one place, or something written, I'm not so certain of that it did that, sometimes it lies about stuff. "I did change some things. I'm not allowed to do that but that person can't be messed, Graham," the devil said.) ..... So blacks n sexuality are the devil, not what actually ails people once again, not to mention been there, done that villanizing the negro n his nigger loving friends. Come on, Graham. Conspiracy has some appeal even in these items youve presented here but im not really so easily flooded w cliches here, am i? Tried n old news, n if its such a conspiracy that people wouldnt uncover or rather already see this expressed or revealed prominently on the surface why are these figures n natures of the so called or seeming hidden enemy already the culprit tagged n outed already by the popular media outlets n self righteous commentary n preaching of the day? Revealing clothes, booty dancing? Guess what? Heard it all before. I can't [can, auto changed by the devil to can't -- "...I did that for a reason," the devil said in my mind.] tell you someone's name who already villainized these items that could fall with in this this way I detailed, ie booty dancing n revealing clothing. It was very disturbing when the person was complaining. This seems quite apparent it would be the real devil worshipping: Villainizing people for being free, for being who isn't painting themselves as the villain according to popular norms of the day, or seeming religious conservatism. [*** the devil said it removed something here in this spot, but im not sure.] It would be already exposed. Part of the interesting thing about conspiracy is it'd be a surprise. No real surprise here considering a quick remembrance of popular culture n standards of succeeding here in devil world: blacks, black culture, revealing clothing [are not considered like part of standard success -- *I added this at the time of the aforementioned update*]. I have some more satisfying ideas of what is illuminati referring to, what really ails people. Enslavement n special treatment for some who are to be successful n others not is one main thing. ---------- 1 Replies to your comment on Graham Clifford Watkeys's post. View post Marla Bobarla After reading a few comments, i wish to add that there does appear to be something w big booties, I'll see if i can get some information on that from people in my mind. I am aware of those people as people who would not (*** the devil added the word "not" just preceding here ***) be or seem rather like people 7 hours ago · LikeMore Marla Bobarla .... who would try to make things okay for others by acting as if it's okay to be who is acting unfettered something [so, auto changed by the devil to something] much by social convention. Kim Kardashian, Amber Rose n Nikki Minaj all are who do things to act less than, ie as if people are who can't really lose to be at an extreme or situation considered to be not acceptable, but the people are characterized as who are not okay for doing this according to this theory here in the comments above, which is more conservative n stereotypical w what is okay or standard opinion of the culture/society. I had to type this portion in text messages because the devil forced my type pad on the phone to drop n not come up on Facebook. It does that a lot if it is trying to stop me from writing something that is ending the world. 7 hours ago · Edited · LikeMore Alyson Donahue I have a booty. When I was growing up, I was like the piece of ass, that guys tried to get, but I wasn't considered date able. I know that my family is an MK Ultra Target. I know that I was Monarch programmed. I was vilified for my natural body & it has created body issues within me since I can remember. Suddenly, somewhere a few years ago, suddenly, I had the ideal body type. I'm built like a Kardashian, without the plastic surgery help. I basically cover up my "ass"ets, because it makes me uncomfortable to be cat called & gawked at. I'm not really for sure what happened in society, but there was a clear switch in how I was treated in life. I believe, their rituals just increased in power. To be honest. On one hand, I believe we should celebrate the human body, in whatever state they exist. On the other hand, I completely understand why some cultures cover up. I'm always striving for balance, but loads of women & men & children being Monarch programmed right now. Maybe going through it myself, before the masses, helps me to recognize what they do. Studying rituals, helps me understand as well. They're all just mind tricks on everyone. 11 minutes ago · LikeMore Marla Bobarla The devil put a fake comment for you here. Just now · LikeMore Write a reply... Reply ------- [Web address removed because post wasn't posting] I had some interesting thoughts on this at one point, i don't remember what they were. It was a picture like this I saw of a globe that was to be a chess board. It was some time ago I saw it. "It just means people aren't really able to be this here: over n still going," it occurred Randy said in my mind. "We're likely flat or not in a piece we can't get to ...," someone said something like this, the devil messed up the words in my mind of what the person said.

[ao3feed-thehobbit]

spit in the all-seeing eye

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by summoner_yuna_of_besaid

“We know what you’re doin’. Fighting Sauron, taking his armies. Doing a pretty good job of it too. Still say you’re fucked and so are the rest of the idiots with ya… But looks like we’re throwin’ our lot in, too. We’re gonna go out either way, yah? Might as well fuck up that one-eyed bastard’s shit before we go."

Before he even knew it, Talion had an army.

(In which the orcs join Talion of their own free will; set in Shadow of Mordor.)

Words: 4887, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of in the shadows

Fandoms: Middle-earth: Shadow of Mordor (Video Game), The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Hobbit - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Multi

Characters: Talion (Shadow of Mordor), Celebrimbor | Telperinquar, Orc(s), Original Orc Character(s)

Relationships: Celebrimbor | Telperinquar & Talion (Shadow of Mordor), Celebrimbor | Telperinquar/Talion (Shadow of Mordor)

Additional Tags: The Relationships aren't as prominent in this part, Orcs Are People

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