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hey i was wondering if i could request a pau cubarsí x reader. maybe one where he gets jealous of a guy hitting on the reader or talking to her at the balon d’or? thank you, i love you and your work ♥️
Love Between… — Pau Cubarsí.
Pairing: Pau Cubarsí x Fem!Reader
Summary: In which you make it clear Pau is all you want.
Word Count: 530+
Disclaimer/s — Guy, just comfort/fluff really!
A/N: The summary lowk doesn’t even fit but whatever I guess. First of all, thank you so much??? I love you :3 This was beautiful. I hate this but I don’t at the same time, soooo. Soz.
Smoothing down the hem of your dress with your free hand, you stood close to Pau, whose pinky was still, to your surprise, interlocked with yours.
It wasn’t anything stressful. He knew what he was doing and you were just there. Pau and his tendency to be attentive was something you’d grown to love. Then, suddenly, “There’s Lamine!”
At the sound of your quiet voice, the boy looks down at you before looking up, meeting the gaze of his friend you had just pointed out. “I’ll say hi to him later. Are you thirsty? I’m sure they’ll have water bottles around here somewhere,” he says.
“I’m okay. Go talk to him—I’ll be fine. I’ll manage.”
“I don’t know…” he drawls. “Do you want to come with me? He’ll want to talk to you. You can, I don’t know, maybe congratulate him or something.”
Rolling your eyes at his insistence, you poke his arm. “Pau, please, have your moment with him.”
“I—okay! Okay. I’ll… be back before you know it.”
While he walks away, the Yamal boy starts talking to him the second he spots him. You see the way your boyfriend’s smile widens when he hands him his trophy. You loved him so much. It was insane.
Before you have the chance to keep your gaze fixated on them, you hear a voice catch your attention. “I’m sorry, excuse me, are you lost?”
“Oh. Oh!” Awkward, okay. Haha. “No, I’m not—”
“‘Cause I can show you around if you’d like. I know this place like the back of my hand, y’know.”
“That’s nice… I’m not lost. Thank you, though!”
His expression drops and he nods, but your answer doesn’t stop him from continuing. How disappointing. “Did you come here alone?”
Can Pau come back? “No, I’m here with my—”
“She’s here with me.” Oh, thank God.
Stiffening, the man purses his lips. “Ah, I see. You two have a good rest of your day and… goodbye.”
Watching him depart, Pau looks over at you and frowns. “Odd of him. What did he want?”
“To know if I was lost,” you answered honestly.
“He was looking at you weirdly. Are you okay?”
“I didn’t see how he looked at me, but I’m fine. He offered to show me around or whatever, I refused. I was about to mention that I was here with my boyfriend—you, and that’s when you stepped in.” You fidgeted with your fingers. “Thank you for that, by the way. He just came out of nowhere.”
“Didn’t he? I left you alone for, like, a second.”
That gets a laugh out of you, and you warmly loop your arm with his. “Have I mentioned how glad I am that you came in when you did? Seriously.”
He smiles and shakes his head. “You haven’t.”
“Well, in that case, I’m glad you came in when you did. So… how about that water! I’m a bit thirsty.”
“Water, okay,” Pau hummed, placing his other hand on your arm. His cheeks flush when you lean into him and begin to walk around in hopes of finding your beverage, that’s if you guys could.
You couldn’t, however, you both pulled through.
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Fearless is still crying about Alabaster and Megs finds out. cut to the scavengers freaking the fuck out because holy shit Megatron is about to bust down their door and all because their newest member catfished his kid.
Finally!
Definitely going to be doing a long version of this in the future
Hope you enjoy!
Fearless and Alabaster
SFW, Platonic, Angst, Hinted romance, Human reader
MTMTE
There had been a noticeable change on the Lost Light.
It was the behavior of the ship’s resident human, Fearless.
Ever since their no show to trivia night, and the sudden sick day they took after, they had been… quiet.
Their demeanor reminded the original crew members how they acted the first few days on the ship.
More composed, stiffer, more neutrality in their tone, more… robotic.
Magnus: “I do believe that concludes today’s meeting.” Fearless wordlessly starts packing up their things. Rodimus: “Hey Fearless, there’s karaoke night over at Swerve’s. You wanna team up for tonight’s duo performance?” Fearless: “I’m afraid I cannot tonight, Captain. There are too many reports to fill in after Whirl’s last escape from the brig. Have a good night.” Fearless tries to leave the room before Megatron stands in their way. Fearless: “Megatron, is there something you need?” Megatron: “I need assistance in getting the classes grades in the system.” Fearless: “Just send the work to my mail and I will get to it. Good night.” Fearless wordlessly goes around the mech and makes their way to their habsuite. Rodimus: “Nothing?” Magnus: “Anything? Megatron sighs: “Nothing.”
The human barely interacted with the bots and always headed back to their room as soon as they finished their tasks for the day.
The only other bot on board who had the slightest idea what was going on was Whirl.
But even he refused to say much.
Mainly because all he knew was that he needed to pummel someone who made Fearless sob up a storm and he didn’t even have a name!
Whenever he wasn’t in the brig, Whirl became a bodyguard of sorts.
Always watching Fearless surroundings for any sign that the bot who did this was on board.
Megatron had tried to talk to them, but even that left fruitless.
Megatron is sitting next to Fearless in the empty classroom. Megatron: “There is something you are not telling me.” Fearless stays silent. Megatron: “… I will not force you to talk, you can come to me when you are ready… but remember the crew, that I am here to listen when you wish to speak.” Fearless’s eyes gloss a bit, but they bite their tongue and leave the grey mech alone. Megatron looks at his child sadly but decides to trust what Rung had advised him to do. Don’t force it, let them come to you.
Megatron didn’t like seeing his kid like this.
Even Rung tried coaxing Fearless into having a private session to figure out what was going on.
And to many surprises, Fearless denied it.
The human was always advocating for the bots to go see Rung and went to him too.
But to suddenly not want to go?
This was bad.
It would be a month into this state when the Lost Light would get an unexpected visit from the WAP.
Maybe the visit of the Scavenger’s would cheer them up.
There were two things that the crew noticed immediately.
1. The scavengers had a new crewmate
2. They looked tense, especially the new crewmate.
Fearless arrives with Megatron and Magnus. Rodimus was already talking with the Scavengers. Rodimus looks over at the three. Rodimus: “Magnus, Megatron, Fearless, you remember the Scavengers, right? Well, they have a new member!” The bot steps forward stiffly and greets the bots. Alabaster: “My designation is Alabaster Lapis.” Fearless just looked at him with a surprised look. Fearless: “…Nice to meet you.” The bots detected a bit of hostility in the human. Rodimus: “How about we head to Swerve’s for some drinks? I think he has a new variety of mixes.” Megatron glances questionably at Fearless who looks ahead, not making contact with anyone.
Everyone dispersed once they got to the bar.
Many of the crew were surprised to see Fearless out and about for the first time in a month.
That comment caught Alabaster’s attention feeling the guilt rack up.
Alabaster saw a shooing motion from Misfire and Spinister before he reached the bar where Fearless was sitting.
He ordered a drink and sat beside them in silence.
They both knew they were delaying the inevitable… but maybe this could work in their favor
It was very awkward between the pair.
Fearless asked if his crew new about it.
Alabaster blinked before stating that they heard the conversation… and thoroughly beat him over the helm with his stupid mistakes.
Fearless chuckled a bit after hearing that Grimlock had swung his tail and had him dented on the side of the ship.
His spark fluttered a bit.
It had been a while since he heard their laughter.
This was a win.
Fearless looked around and asked him to grab them, they knew a place on the ship that would give them privacy.
They made their way to the oil reservoir.
That’s where Fearless mask dropped.
They looked at him with a mixture or sadness, frustration, anger, and something else. Fearless: “I thought we agreed in 3 more days. Or is there something else your not telling me about?” Alabaster: “We recently had repairs on an organic planet. They boosted our thruster systems.” Fearless: “And you didn’t think on telling me because…” Alabaster sighed and sat on the edge of the platform, his pedes dangling above the oil below. Alabaster: “I… I didn’t think it was important. We were already meeting each other; it was only 3 days. Those pass by in a blink of an optic.” Fearless huffs standing beside him but with an ample amount of space in between them. Fearless: “In case you forgot, time means something different to ‘organics’. If you need a reality check, we die much earlier than Cybertronians.” Alabaster: “…I know…” Fearless winces a bit at his defeated tone. Maybe they crossed a line. Fearless sits down on the edge, mimicking his stance. Fearless: “…Well… here we are…” Alabaster: “Here we are…” Silence… Fearless: “Why did you keep it on for so long?” Alabaster: “… I didn’t want to lose you.” Fearless: "would it matter if you did?” Alabaster looks at them with a serious expression. Alabaster: “Most defiantly.” He sighs softening his gaze. Alabaster: “I care about you, a lot. More than I want to admit it really. If there was a chance that you hated Cybertronian’s…” Fearless places a hand on one of his digits. Alabaster looks at them a bit surprised. Fearless smiles a bit. Fearless: “I’d be a pretty crummy friend if I did.” Alabaster: “So…” Fearless: “Well, the whole lying and the technical ‘catfishing’ is going to leave a mark.” Alabaster winces a bit at the sharpness in their voice. Fearless: “…But I don’t mind trying this friendship thing all over again.” Alabaster smiles a bit. Fearless stands up and offers him their hand. Fearless: “I’m Fearless.” Alabaster gently shakes their hand. Alabaster: “My name is Alabaster Lapis. You can call me Alabaster or Aster for short.” Fearless and Alabaster smile at each other.
The pair eventually made it back to Swerve’s where everyone else was.
The Scavengers were relieved to see the two in much better spirits and it was safe to assume that the two had talked it out.
The lost light crew looked over that the new mech who had Fearless perched on his shoulder.
It had been a month since Fearless had smiled that widely.
They looked almost like their usual self, a bit tired and drained but much better looking than last time.
Fearless made sure to give the Scavenger’s all goodbyes when they had to leave.
Fearless waves at the WAP as it leaves. Fearless sighs and looks behind them. Everyone is looking at them. Fearless: “Uhhh…” Whirl: “What did that bot do to you?” Fearless: “What?” Whirl: “I just got out of the brig to see you and that other guy smiling. You haven’t done that in weeks.” Megatron: “What whirl means to say is that we are all happy to see that you have moved from your depressive state… but we are curious to what happened.” Fearless looked at the direction of the WAP. They were safe enough. Fearless: “Okay… but you all have to SWEAR not to do ANYTHING drastic or harmful.” The bots look around confused. Fearless: “All right, here goes…” Hopefully things did not go off the rails… Oh, who were they kidding, this was the Lost Light, going off the rails happened every other day. On the WAP... Alabaster suddenly shudders. Alabaster: “I feel like I’m in danger…”
alabaster feeling the rage of the Lost Light thousand miles away
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The Sacrifice - Part 11 - The End
"How are they, Tess?"
"I've treated Roman's injuries and he's resting now. I've also given him antibiotics and painkillers, so he should be comfortable...as much as he can be, given the circumstances."
"As for Evelyn, I've done all I could for the moment, but we'll have to wait for the morning change before I can perform a full examination. Her wounds seem to be healing remarkably fast though."
"Is it because she's a werewolf?"
"Yes, although I do want to take a closer look at that bite, in case it's at risk of becoming infected. I admit I don't have any experience treating demon-inflicted wounds."
"They are prone to infection."
"I still can't wrap my head around the idea that anyone would do something like this! To their own child, no less!"
"It shocked me as well."
"You took such a risk in confronting her, Fiona! The inhabitants of the Hellplanes are not to be trifled with!"
"I'm aware of that, Dad. Would you rather I'd let Jacob and Evelyn go in there alone?"
"Of course not - what you did was very brave - but we can't help worrying. The whole thing could've gone so much worse."
"Well, it worked out fine, so you can let it go now."
It was Abby who brought the conversation back on track.
"Is Roman going to be all right?"
"Physically? Probably. He had a number of deep gashes that needed stitches, several broken bones including two ribs, a bruised lung, plus the...runes carved into his back, which will be uncomfortable for a while. Assuming there are no complications, these should heal in time."
"Mentally, it's a different matter. I'm not an expert, but I don't think the kind of trauma he's been through is something he'll be able to just shrug off. Speaking to therapist might help him."
"May we go in and see them?"
"You may, but just for a little while. Jacob is with Roman already; he hasn't left his bedside since I brought him back to the ward."
"Mr Stigfinnare is with his wife as well. He's been worried sick about her, prowling around the waiting room like a caged wolf."
"I'm surprised he didn't kick the door down."
"He might've done, if I hadn't let him in."
The trio - together with Ulf, who refused to be parted from Evelyn - gathered around Roman's bed.
Roman was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to sleep and forget, but he forced a smile on his face as he looked at each of the people who had risked their lives to save him.
In truth, he could hardly believe it.
"I don't know what to say. I owe you my life - no, more than my life. My soul. 'Thank you' doesn't seem like enough..."
"This is the second time I had to help save your ass, Turner! You'd better not make a habit out of it!"
Evelyn's cheerful tone helped defuse some of the tension, although Ulf kept his arm wrapped protectively around his wife. She was putting up a brave front, but he could tell she was hurting more than she was letting on. He hated it!
"It's over now."
"Maybe...maybe not."
"Fiona...? What do you mean?"
"The ritual circle carved into his back. The Nameless One may be have been banished, but those runes are magic. He's tied to the Hellplanes now."
"WHAT?!"
Roman sat up so fast that white stars burst before his eyes and his injuries flared painfully despite the medication keeping the worst of it at bay. He felt the cold panic rising like a tide.
"Are you saying it can come back?"
"Fuck. You're not, are you?"
"There are many doors between the planes, and things have a way of slipping through the cracks. That sigil is one such door; closed for the moment, but not locked."
"But you can remove it, right?! Or...render it inert, or something?"
"I...I'll do some research. Ask around."
Roman looked so crestfallen, Jacob's heart twinged in sympathy.
"Guys? Can you give us a moment, please?"
"Please try not to think about it, all right? If anything happens, my whole family are witches; they'll help. You need to focus on getting better."
Roman smiled humorlessly; it was hard not to think about the interdimensional door to Hell itself he carried around on his back, but he was so very tired. Sleep beckoned, demons or no demons.
But first, there was something he needed to say to Jacob.
"I have to admit, I didn't expect you to come to my rescue. Considering how things are between us..."
"Look, just because we broke up doesn't mean I don't still lo- care about you. Besides, I didn't actually do much, it was mostly Evelyn and Fiona."
"Still. Facing down demons and witches when you're just a regular person with no special powers took guts."
"I did have an axe."
Something happened then that Roman did not expect: he burst into laughter. Which hurt, but it was worth it, and his heart felt lighter for it.
"I think I'd like to sleep now..."
"Yes, you should. I'll be back to see you in the morning."
"Promise?"
"I promise."
As Roman sank into the cottonwool depths of drug-induced sleep, a smile fluttered on his lips.
The End!
Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoyed the story!
#sims 2#ts2#the sims 2#sims2#sims 2 story#sims 2 bacc#bacc: walden#story: the sacrifice#roman turner#jacob merridew#evelyn morgan#ulf stigfinnare#fiona merridew#abby shepard#tess orwell#julius merridew#imogen calhoun#olivia merridew#roman actually has a cast on his left arm which is hidden in every picture haha
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Sooo, yesterday's MASM episode, huh?
Why is Moonblock, Moonstone, whatever you wanna call him, the way he is? He doesn't make any sense! I'm not going to talk about anything they do in gaming videos, because that's just the VA's bullying eachother, like frinds do.
Pulling Sun along on their adventures as a way to try and bond, helping him (however reluctant that help may be) whenever Sunny goes to him for something, fixing him up during the night, while Sun is sleeping, knowing and making him his favourite cookies (once), wingmanned him a handful of times (the one where he told Sun, Roxy and Foxy to go get ice cream, which turned into the Roxy and Sun date episode, was very sweet of him) ect.
But then turning around, calling him mean names, yelling at him, hitting him, laughing and encouraging when others are jackasses to him (like when Bonnie hung him from the ceiling, and he was up there for days. crying.), joining in on when a child as a form of playing, wanted to stab him - and yeah, sure, he may be made of metal and plastic, so he would've been mostly fine if the kid stabbed him, but just like with the rabbit shooting him with fake bullets, that still hurts, - stabbing him just in general with a sword, blowing him up, letting others shove grass and weeds down his throat and jumping on him from higher and higher with more and more force (which actually could've seriously injured him. they're heavy machines, who were not made to whitstand other heavy machines jumping on them), hitting him and letting him be hit by others with a shopping cart, that half-assed apology in 'Sun Begins His VILLAIN ARC With Eclipse??!!' episode, which kind of sounded condescending if you ask me, basically going "Welp, I tried" when Sun still refused to go back "home", and all the other other sins the little space rock has, but we'd be here all night and I have to watch my bloodpressure.
He clearly wants to be friends with Sun, or at least wants to spend time with him, as I already mentioned. He wants to be close-ish with him. And he claims he likes him, just like how he likes everyone else in the Plex.
But that just feels like he said it, one so Sun wouldn't leave, and two so he doesn't have to directly tell him he likes him.
He sometimes acts almost exactly like the stereotypycal *giggling and kicking feet in the air* "My crush/bestest friend forever and meee <3", but in the most assholeish Karen way of "If A bOy PuLlS yOuR hAiR aNd Is BuLlYiNg YoU! ThAt MeAnS hE iS cRuShInG oN yOu!"
Like, "Oooh I'll write me and Sun's name together as the password🥰! But throw in someone else's name aswell, so if he ever finds out I can just say it's me and my two friends!!"
Make it make sense!
This post was meant to be about how the way everyone acted in yesterday's episode 'Sun Continues His VILLAIN ARC And Plans REVENGE...' felt heavily like it was backtracking. But I kind of got sidetracked with talking about the little space rock.
How "Yeah, I only was an ass to you and abused, so you would reach your literal breaking point, snap and go join Eclipse, so I could try and catch him. Proud of ya, or whatever I'm supposed to say, here's a plush... Still going to shoot you. Because why not." and "Ohh ya know, stabbing people is just Foxy's way of showing he loves you! Classic Foxy teehee!" just felt like some poor attempt at damage control. Same with suddenly everyone wanting to hang out with Sun, the one time he wanted to be left alone.
I'm not counting Freddy, his IQ is room temperature on good days, and I mean it in the nicest of ways. As nice as can be.
But why do suddenly everyone else want to hang out with Sun, like he's suddenly the most interesting of people. Though they're still hitting him with gokarts, insisting they need to look at something at the back of his head (a bump which may or may not have even been there), and when he rejected the idea of them looking at his head, clearly uncomfortable, they surrounded him, held him down, and forcibly checked his head and then fixed(?) it.
And then when he wanted to be alone again to cry, they still wouldn't leave him be. The rabbit actually wanted to watch.
In short, because I truly lost where I was going with this post and just started ranting, yesterday's episode felt like everyone attempting to backtrack a little, but falling back into the comfortable habits, the little space rock confuses me (what do you want?! do you want to be friends? do you want to hold hands with him in the most romantic of ways? do you just view him as a sentient punching bag?! do you just want to keep him around and fix him up, so he can do all the daycare stuff so you don't have to?!), I hate the rabbit so much, same with the gator and the fox, disappointed in the others, and Sunblock. Deserves. Justice.
#moon and sun minecraft#masm#masm sun#masm freddy#masm roxanne#masm bonnie#masm foxy#masm moon#I really lost where I was going huh#rant#i guess???#yeah. rant#little space rock why are you so weird?#there's no other word to describe it#putting your and Sun's name together as the password is quite peculiar#like writing your names under a little umbrella#but then having someone give him a drink which explodes upon consumption?#rant over I have a pair of episodes to catch
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Crying in the Dark Pt 2 - Protection
Lion learns more about the little ones he has met
Part 1
“My Lord,” one of his guard spoke. “Are you certain it is wise to go alone?”
“They have approached me but one seemed incredibly shy,” he answered. “They show no sign of ill will. I must find them. I…”
He tried to formulate his feelings into words.
“There is a connection there”, he said. “I can feel it. They’re important. Perhaps just to me.”
He looked at his guard. Zabriel looked weary.
“I will come and get you once I find them and they’re at ease,” he promised.
He entered his quarters and focused his breathing as he entered the forest.
The purple little one was waiting for him.
She’d been sitting on the ground, legs crossed and stood as soon as he entered.
She held out a hand and approached him. He took it and she pulled him into the thicket. She led him in a way that seemed confusing then realized that it was so he wouldn’t run into or trip over things.
She brought him to a small opening in the bushes. She stopped and others emerged. A green one, who was quite excited, a red one, two who looked almost exactly alike save for being pink and magenta, and finally the one he had first met. She was now yellow instead of glowing gold.
Seven total he had seen now. He had the suspicion that there were more.
The yellow one stepped forward and pointed at his sword then turned around and pointed out into the forest.
They looked at him expectantly.
The red one then pulled at her face, groaning in exasperation. She pointed out into the forest again.
They all joined in pointing. He drew his sword and a few jumped in glee. The purple one took his hand again and led him in the direction where they pointed.
Her split tail swayed side to side as she walked. The others followed, a few skipping along.
Light began to fade and shadows grow. They stopped and dropped into crouches. Lion followed suit, watching their careful movements as they moved on all fours, making sure not to make any noise, their glow dimming.
The purple one pointed once more at a section of shadow that was darker than the rest.
Chills ran up his spine. He could not see anything there but his instincts told him that there was something.
He rested a hand on his knee. Before he could move there was a screech.
The red one dropped from the canopy and landed on something in the darkness. When had she gotten up there?!
A shape screamed and writhed. The others bolted out, screeching as well.
Lion surged towards whatever it was.
The creature grabbed the green one and launched her. She squealed as she went flying.
Lion jumped back and caught her. She was surprisingly light. She shook her head then screamed triumphantly at the creature.
Lion charged and grappled with the shadowy creature. It swung back a fist but purple had splits appear along her cheeks as she unhinged her jaw. Her fangs grew longer and she bit down with immense force.
The shadow shrieked. The red one climbed atop its supposed head and screamed as she burst into flames, clawing at the creature. Green had glowing mist wafting off of her fists while she started punching the creature from his arm. Others grabbed onto its other limbs, attacking.
It grew more limbs and knocked back a few of them. Lion refused to budge but it did knock his sword out of his hand. One yelped in pain as she rolled back. Anger flamed within him.
Lion grabbed the shadow creature by the neck and shoved it against a tree. He punched and kicked it repeatedly as green yelled as if she were cheering him on. Yellow grabbed his sword and held it up. He grabbed it and jabbed it into the creature repeatedly as it pitifully cried out and began dispersing. He repeated till there was nothing left and all he was driving into was wood.
He huffed as he pulled back and watched the tree topple.
The red one pumped her fist and declared, “Chichi-Bon!”
“Chichi-Bon?” Lion questioned.
“Chichi-Bon!”
Green giggled and the others cheered. Pink and magenta came up and hugged his leg as he set green down. Green jumped up and down. Purple was actually smiling and looked proud.
Lion chuckled, “Well done.”
They beamed. Yellow moved forward and held up an object.
It was another biscuit. He took it, smiling at her.
“Stay here,” he said. “I will be back. I’m bringing my sons.”
As fast as he could he moved back to his quarters. His sons awaited outside with anticipation.
“You found them?” Zabriel questioned.
“Yes,” he said. “There’s other ones now. I suspect there’s even more as the teal one is not there.”
“You’re out of breath my lord,” another said.
“I just aided them in slaying some creature of the warp,” he answered. “Come.”
He brought them back to the pace within the forest but the little ones were gone. No sign of them.
He spun around, trying to spot them.
“Little ones?” He called. “Where are you?”
No answer.
He frowned, “They’re were just here…”
He pressed forward, trying to track them. The task proved to be far more difficult than anticipated. It was like they didn’t exist.
Did he hallucinate them? Were they even real? He feared some of his sons were thinking that. He shook his head, no there was signs that they existed. Throne he was still holding the biscuit.
He spotted two watchers in the distance and made his way to them. If anyone was to have information on the little ones, it would be them.
He approached and asked, “do you know anything of the glowing childlike creatures I have met in here? The little ones?”
We do.
Relief filled him
“Are they the same species as you?” He asked.
They are far closer to you.
“Are they human?”
Their ancestry and bloodline dictates so.
Lion pondered a moment then asked, “Who are they?”
Progeny of the Emperor. Hope of Life. Flame of the Forge. Thoughts of the Mind. Children of Blood.
“Progeny?” Lion questioned. “Where did they come from?”
From what you care, love, disdain, and loathe.
Lion frowned, “what do you mean? Why do you speak in riddles?”
They are shrouded in mystery. Not even we know all about them. The less that is currently known about them the better. It’s protects them. They are granted refuge here.
Lion frowned, “What are they fleeing?”
The archenemy. The ruinous powers. The master of mankind guided them to have sanctuary here. He knew you would do best with them.
They needed protection. His Father had sent them here knowing he could do that.
“Where are they?”
Hidden. They know not those that accompany you. They will appear when you are alone.
Lion sighed, “Progeny of the emperor. You said they’re closer to me. Are they related to me?”
Ask correctly and they will tell you.
“Do they even speak gothic?”
They do not. We do not know their language either. Show your meaning and they will understand.
(I am so excited, I thought of these little guys back up in June when I first got into 40K. I’ve been waiting to share them and I found Lion to be the best one to introduce them with)
#warhammer 40k#wh40k#warhammer community#warhammer 40000#warhammer fic#40k#lion el'jonson#dark angels#my writing#warhammer fanfic
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The Khaenri’ahn remained quiet, refusing to waste his breath as he focused on the pyro abyss mage that had sealed its fate. Had it handed over Bennett’s vision without a fuss, he would have left it alone to find other shiny objects it could have prized. Now, though, it no longer had that choice. He hated senselessly killing hilichurls, and that feeling extended towards the mages as well. Anyone that had been a part of his home were given leniency, as he did not want to be labelled a traitor any more than he already had been.
However, former inhabitant of Khaenri’ah or not, the guilt of killing one would be eclipsed by the fact that he would raze the entirety of the star to the ground if it ensured the safety of his little brother, of his family. To hells with the world if it was against his brother, to hells with the higher powers, to hells with the universe—Bennett didn’t deserve the arduous and painful life he had been given. He deserved to enjoy it to the fullest without constantly worrying if he’s a danger to everyone around him, or if today will be his last thanks to a freak accident from his terrible luck.
It incensed Kaeya to no end. No child should ever suffer, no matter what form said suffering takes.
As the mage continued to blink further and further away, Kaeya’s expression darkened while he diverted some of his focus to the ley lines, utilizing them to follow after it with the same method it had employed. Two sharpened icicles formed on either side of him before shooting out towards it once close enough, attempting to pierce through the flowing sleeves of the mage just enough to pin it to the ground.
( ✧˖ ) HAD IT BEEN anyone else trying to gain the vision back from one of the group the mage would have made things all the more difficult but . . it was no fool. the individual in front of it was not just anyone. the way he held himself was enough to tell it that kaeya meant business and this was far from the previous jovial nature that had been the space prior. if it had a gut to sink it would have by now , the emotionless mask of the pyro mage without the hot - topic item grew antsy.
❝ YES YES . . THE gods and chosen peoples. bad happens when apart from bauble. vision ? ❞ it knew the answer , once again trying to grab for his companion and the vision that his highness was trying to get from them. having been a part of the order for a long time it personally knew the significance of this conversation -- wishing to end the trouble now it would be wise to give it over.
THIS ANTSINESS GREW when the lone instigator teleported out of sight for just a brief moment. little did it know that it had ultimately signed its death warrant. the silence was deadly as it sat for the briefest of moments ; the secondary pyro mage wrings its hands together -- this wasn't good. spurning the man that had been ordained by fate to bring hope to a nation buried was not what any of them needed right now.
❝ YOUR HIGH --- ❞ it starts to plea for some clemency only for it to silence itself as the temperature drastically declined in the area. time to go. leave. quick chittering to the samachurl and hilichurls who now begun to react in their own way to the change. trying to round them together so that they could go ( ultimately abandoning the culprit mage ) only to yelp with the lawachurl stepping out of the brush and trees ; revealing herself proper.
NONE OF THEM were going anywhere until the vision was returned.
THE TARGET IN question had not just had its focus on the vision as a whole , small claws tapping at the casing 'fore it jerked its head up upon the sudden change of temperature. head turning it quickly spies the approaching blunette , a shriek escaping the puff of reddened fur as it did its utmost to escape the approaching man on the warpath. useless attempts to put distance between them as it blinked out of its current position and further away.
LITTLE DID IT realize that all that did was create an even worse end for itself.
#☾⋆⁺₊⋆ ⸺ on stage. ⊰ ic ⊱#☾⋆⁺₊⋆ ⸺ our beloved cavalry captain. �� main verse ⊱#☾⋆⁺₊⋆ ⸺ curtain time. ⊰ thread ⊱#poswiecenia
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Everyone talks about Kon being jealous of jealous or Bernard being jealous of Kon but I think tim would be jealous of both of them bc I know Kon and Bernard would get along
#I don’t#but they’re so funny I think they’d be a great comedic duo#I think Bernard and Kon would simultaneously be completely chill and completely insane#just as likely to be playing just dance as they are to be uncovering government secrets#the secrets in questions are ones Bernard wants to prove. Kon knows they’re real but he’s treating the situation like a kid saying they saw#Santa. he is not gonna ruin the magic#tim tried to hang once and all they talked about was his hot stepmom#he left and refuses to be alone with the two of them#they lament his departure for 2 minutes and then immediately start talking about how intense her eyes are or whatever idfk#they have the best quips like genuinely#like I cannot stress enough that they’d be hilarious#I’m not funny enough to give an example but#they hang out on Tim’s boat while he’s not there but will leave when he shows up#Like as he’s unlocking the door it’s just ‘party’s over :(‘
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I want Tim!Robin and Red Hood caught in camera fighting where Tim’s being such a little shit trying to get Jason back in to the family and get him to bond, that Jason ends up throwing back “Yeah, how’s fracticide for a bonding activity?” Only Tim smiles like the little freak he is. In his mind, he is like wow he skipped steps two to five and acknowledged we’re brothers. progress.
meanwhile, Jason is screaming in frustration and shooting at him, but just missing him cause he is sorry about titans tower but that’s about it. he doesn’t like the brat, he doesn’t want to play happy family with him and he doesn’t appreciate his efforts of purposely getting in dangerous situations in front of Jason so he has to sweep in just because he feels guilty. (Tim is totally trying to get him to associate him to safety)
Jason doesn’t care what anyone says, that little menace is a manipulative little shit and he doesn’t. want. to. see. him.
Anyways the next day Jason wakes up to a bunch of headlines and conspiracies stating his sibling rivalry with Robin publicly which what. Now Jason has many of his enemies trying to get back at him via the little idiot and oh my fucking god Jason has never been so distracted as to having to keep up with bat comm than he is now. He curses everything and everyone and begrudgingly has his goons act like traffic light protection control.
Yes Jason has accidentally been given the chance to redeem himself by dealing with a problem he himself made and he’s giving himself sooo much shit for it. He literally never meant everyone to question in polls who’s now more protective over Robin—Jason’s literally mortified????to have Batman compared to him in that regard??? Jason may not like Robin at all but hell is the bar fucking low. that he refuses to let the dumbass die in the same colors he did is—is not a fucking custody battle?? what why is Vicky Vale painting it like that
Jason swears he has never hated the media more than he does now. He is constantly framed in being in a competition with Batman?? which yeah he gets a fucking kick of winning one over the asshole but he literally said it in that fucking video (the beginning of his downfall) he is the Tim’s older brother why do they have to bring Batman in the conversation?? he fucking hates him. Forget replacing him, he hates him cause now all of Gotham walks around the implication that if Robin’s his brother well then that must fucking mean he’s freaking Batman’s son??? which fucking yeah he is but—but now his goons go behind his back and update the sulking piece of emotion brick on his fucking wellbeing??? Yeah. Jason hates everything.
#jason refuses to be parentified😔#unfortunately for him I really like parentifying him#he’s just so fun to mess with#Tim agrees with me#picture him cackling like stitch in the background#in his defense jason did try to lean on the whole I don’t care about him I literally tried to kill him#honestly rogues now#can’t even take two seconds to research what fracticide means#tsh#anyways the point is jason did try not to let it get to him for all three days before he sweeped in and saved Timmers#from who you ask?#traffickers#if Jason was GOING to be associated with saving Robin he was going to do it in a way it left a message#yes Jason is a dramatic asshole who’s love language is murder#so the deal is this#people can take Robin to get back at Red Hood only they can’t hurt them in a major way cause else it’s their kneecaps or their heads#: )#Bruce is being a prickly marshmallow in the background frowning at the murder but smiling at the brother bonding#after the first couple of heart attacks of knowing Tim was alone with Jason after Titans Tower#of course#jason todd#tim drake#bruce wayne#robin tim drake#red hood#batman#dc
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thinking just a bit too hard about how the added depth given to tifa and aerith's friendship only increases the weight threatening to crush tifa after the forgotten capital, she already had so much to carry on her weary shoulders, she's going to have to carry even more when mideel happens, and it doesn't even stop after meteorfall, ohg od oh i love her so much i
#(sobbing and crying and snotting everywhere) AERITH GAVE HER SOMEONE TO CONFIDE IN ON SUCH A TUMULTUOUS JOURNEY#SOMEONE SHE COULD BE AS CLOSE TO FULLY RELAXED AS POSSIBLE#SOMEONE TO GOSSIP WITH OR SHARE HER CONCERNS OR JUST. BE A NORMAL GIRL WITH#YUFFIE'S THERE BUT SHE'S JUST A KID AND TIFA WOULD NEVER WANT TO HARM THE AIR OF CAREFREE CHILDISHNESS SHE MANAGES TO MAINTAIN EVEN IF#ITS BECAUSE YUFFIE IS HIDING THINGS THAT ARE CRUSHING HER#but poor tifa . gentle tifa. is now left to regret. to blame herself.#she has barret who acts like a father figure to her sure - but despite how much she cares about him and values her frienship with him#he's not aerith. he's not someone she can just gossip about first loves with. not someone she can fully Relate to. if you get what i mean#she is left to trace back the thread of how poor aerith got caught in this mess#she was the one to ask aerith to save marlene. but how did they get there? aerith refused to let cloud be a bystander in wall market#how did that happen? she made a risky choice that put her in a position where their paths crossed. why? because cloud was briefly lost#during the bombing mission. why did the bombing mission happen? she couldn't stop it. ETC ETC#NONE OF IT WAS HER FAULT... BUT SHE NEVER WANTED TO DRAG INNOCENT PEOPLE INTO THIS AT ANY SINGLE POINT#AND NOW SOMEONE WHO QUICKLY BECAME A CLOSE FRIEND IS GONE oh lord my heart#all of this added onto the things like how alone she was in nibelheim... it was just her and her dad for some years after the boys all left#and then the Incident happens and she loses that last person she had... and to an extent another she didn't even know was right there(cloud#god i could talk about her and how she has suffered more than jesus for ages (happy easter. lmao)#FF7 Rebirth spoilers#just in case?? for anyone who's only playing the remakes i guess. since this was basically already there the remakes just elaborate on it#i think about 'we found you!' 'i guess you did!' SO OFTEN#these two girls mean the world to me and i will not let you reduce them to love interest rivals#when tifa ran over to aerith's body i think everyone in the world heard my heart shattering into dust#these thoughts are a bit disjointed and don't articulate well what i mean but god. god. i am thinking about her today
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Love the fact that Diluc and Kaeya were described to be “like twins” bc I get thinkings of them eerily having like. Smth of twin esp, and it just confusing the HECK outta Crepus endlessly bc only ONE of his boys is his biological son, and yet without a doubt, they were just so attuned to each other, that no matter where they happened to be, o matter how much older they got, they’d IMMEDIATELY beeline for each other if there ever was a shift in mood
#//Nah fr; these two rotate in my brain like in centrifuge#☆ ┆ ( .ooc. );#//Anywho this was born out of me thinking about nobody every knowing when Kae got dysphoric bc he’d rather DIE than voice it#//And then I thought; no. Luc would know. he would know but prolly know not what to fucken DO about it#//Maybe sends smth via Noelle or one of his birds; smth small but meaningful to distract him#//Maybe demanding he go and clear out hilichurls near the Winery; bc the knights Clear Need The Head’s Up Or They’d Have Missed That Spot#//Cluld Diluc do it himself; yes. but like this; now Addie can get to see Kae and take care of him; whatever’s going on#//Kae could never resist popping by for a quick hello to his favorite maid; after all#//Prolly why Kae was so restless while Luc was off in Snezhnaya. waking up endlessly; vision or not; bc SMTH happened leagues away#//And the worry suddenly GRIPPED him; and refused to let go until Diluc wherever he was got to safety. only THEN would Kae relax#//Even if only marginally; bc now he’s going to be anxious about what that was for the rest of the day#//Even with the divide the years and Kae’s confession of his heritage put btw them; I’d like to think it still lingers#//They just can’t read each other as well anymore bc they think they’ve wholly changed. And in some aspects; they really have#//Or is it that Luc can’t believe Kae really is still the same kid he knew under the mask; & Kae can’t believe Luc does still care#//Anywho; love the idea of one getting into a depressive slump & the other getting in a cold sweat like ‘I gotta draft a letter-‘#//Bc that’s one of the only ways they can communicate without getting snippy; ig#//I like to think Kae thinks it as Celestia’s big joke on him#//How else could such a bond still linger after what he did to destroy the new of it? Now he’s alwaysgot to be reminded of the broken pieces#//A fitting punishment for a sinner whose greatest fear is to be alone#//The strongest; most trusting jond he’d ever had; now left to tatters in his hands that he can’t begin to fix so easily
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“I-I got a little paycheck,
You got big plans, and you gotta move,
And I don’t feel nothing at all,
And you can’t feel nothing small,
Honey, I love you, that’s all she wrote,
O-Ophelia,
You’ve been on my mind, girl, like a drug,
O-Ophelia,
Heaven help the fool who falls in love,
O-Ophelia,
You’ve been on my mind, girl, since the flood,
O-Ophelia,
Heaven help the fool who falls in love,”
#I know I know I know their party banter I know all about how they treat each other#but I can see this post game especially if the two of them are left to their own devices together#which they are in my verse with the kids that's how they end up together and khaalida comes about#for some reason the two of them are left alone and while their relationship is very *very* rocky they are together#fenris is in love with hawke who is married to sebastian but he won't let them go#while merrill just wants to be happy with what they currently have not pining away for hawke#this is one of the only ships with fenris I can see/like I'm mainly a fenhawke shipper but I like fenrill#I firmly believe in fenris being in love with hawke no matter what they're his first safe person#even though it's not the most healthy etc. hawke is safety hawke gives affection fenris is in love with them#I also have a preference for bethany/merrill but enough about otps have another ship I like#just both heartbreak but merrill's for fenris just refusing to be happy while fenris' for hawke#I tried to make the light in their eyes obviously broken hearts sorry if it doesn't translate well#fenris seeing merrill in a 'new light' stuff of maybe if he tries he could maybe be okay here with her#dragon age#merrill#fenris x merrill#fenrill#fenris
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I'm never forgetting the Palestinian babies that were left to starve to death then rot in their beds by the IOF.
I'm never forgetting the Palestinian doctors surrounded by bodies of dead children begging the world to stop the slaughter.
I'm never forgetting the Palestinian children who held a press conference in English to beg the world to stop murdering them because they want to live.
I'm never forgetting the Palestinian Priest who said "We will not accept your apology after the genocide" to the world.
I'm never forgetting the Palestinian Imam who used the speakers of the Mosque, not to call people to prayer but to call out to God while the world around them was burning from American supplied Israeli bombs.
I'm never forgetting the grandfather who held his dead grandchild in his arms. Or the father carrying the remains of his two children in plastic shopping bags. Or the mother holding her dead child in a shroud. Or the father sitting among the rubble after he lost his whole family. Or the girl trapped under a broken building begging for people to save her family first. Or the boy who cried when he saw his brother alive. Or the girl who asked if she was still alive after being pulled from the rubble. Or the boy who carried the remains of his brother in his backpack. Or the old man the IOF used for a photoshoot before they shot him dead after getting pictures. Or the little boy wearing plastic gloves to pick up the remains of his family. Or the graves desecrated. Or the body of that small baby girl left alone in a tent because no one knew who she was or if her family was alive, small and alone and not one person who knew her name to bury her. Or the young boy who was shot in the street while his sister watched from the window. Or the men and boys who were stripped naked in winter. Or those tortured. Or those made to stand in open graves. Or the people who were raped by IOF soldiers. Or Palestinian workers kidnapped by the IOF and then labeled with wristbands, each one reduced to a number, then made to walk back to Gaza to be killed in the world's largest open air concentration camp. Or the people of Gaza starving because Israeli Zionists are blocking aid trucks. Or the Israelis dancing and celebrating the death of Palestinians. Or the lies spread by Zionists and their supporters. Or the people profiting off the oppression and deaths of Palestinians. Or the people of the West Bank being killed or kidnapped by the IOF. Or old woman who was older than the creation of the terror state of "Israel" who was shot by snipers for saying that. Or the Israelis dressed up as Palestinians to enter a hospital and kill three Palestinians in their beds. Or every single Palestinian currently kept in an Israeli prison. Or the journalists, doctors, poets, men, women, children, and the unborn all massacred. Or the fact that WCNSF exists now. Or the woman who refused to wash the blood from her hands. Or the dead, unburied and unmourned.
I'm never forgetting those who chose silence in the face of a genocide.
I may not know all their names but I will not forget the over 30,000 Palestinians dead. Or the over 60, 000 people hurt. Or the unknown number of people missing, still lost under the rubble. Or the 12,000 children slaughtered. An entire generation crippled or murdered.
I will never forget these things when Palestine is free.
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when they come home drunk…
… price
- thinks it’s important that he loudly tells you he’s married while you steady him upstairs to bed. points to his ring incessantly, slurs on and on about his perfect wonderful wife with the big ass and soft tummy. you roll your eyes and can’t help but smile when he doesn’t let you hold on to his arm to support him. something about protecting his virtue for his wife, as if you’re not standing right beside him. proceeds to lock you out of your own bedroom when you finally get upstairs, telling you his wife will be home soon so he can’t have a strange woman in their bedroom (but still remarks on your wonderful ass). you decide it’s too early in the morning to persuade your drunk husband to let you in, so you go down to sleep on the couch. you wake up with price sleeping soundly on the floor beside you, having gone to find his wife when she never showed up in his bed the night before.
… kyle
- gets sappy and apologises for being away. loses all concept of time when he’s drunk, says he’s sorry, he didn’t mean to be away so long, he was thinking of you the whole time, the guys pulled him along and he couldn’t say no. while he’s on his knees at your feet, pressing his face to your thighs and mumbling into your marbled skin, almost making you lose your balance with his fervent apologies, you gently remind him that you were the one who made him go out with the boys because he needed to unwind after a stressful weekend of combat drills, and that he had left with them less than two hours ago. he refuses to hear and only hugs your thighs closer, so much so that you have to support yourself on the wall. turns out all he needed to relax was you.
… johnny
- is horny. almost starts drooling when he eyes you at the top of the stairs, after struggling to close the entrance door for a good minute, causing you to investigate what made all the noise. gets a wild look in his eyes when he sees you in just his t-shirt and makes you scream and giggle as he chases you back up the stairs and to the bedroom. being absolutely shitfaced, he has the coordination of a tranquillised moose and stumbles head over heels across the floor, catches his foot on the doorway and narrowly misses the edge of the dresser with his head as he falls. still, his little soldier is courageously tenting his pants when you worriedly lean over him and he gets a good look right into the collar of your shirt.
… simon
- is emotional and clingy. can’t get enough of you, won’t leave you alone. you can’t make out half his words when he’s had this much to drink (and the mancunian in him breaks out too, making it ever harder to make out the words), but you play along, smile and nod and let him sit on the closed toilet seat and talk and talk while you do your night routine in front of the mirror. so lucky to have you, luv. how could’a lug like me get a pretty one like you, luv. his melancholy statements of love become comfortable background noise for you as you remove your makeup and apply moisturiser. lets you wash the sweat and grime of the day off his face with a washcloth, closes his eyes while you massage your floral-scented moisturiser into his skin, never once stopping his little speech. ambles after you out of the bathroom, holding on to the hem of your shirt, when you’re all finished and ready for bed. his devoted mutters only let up when be falls asleep next to you.
#i’m a simon ‘lost puppy’ riley truther#john price#captain john price#john price x reader#john price x you#kyle garrick#kyle gaz garrick#kyle garrick x reader#kyle garrick x you#john mactavish#john soap mactavish#john mactavish x reader#john mactavish x you#simon riley#simon ghost riley#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#task force 141#tf 141#tf 141 x reader#tf 141 x you#cod mw2#cod mwii#cod modern warfare#sigh straight from the heart
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I don't know who needs to hear this but anyone saying "Just stop- You sound like Trump voters after he lost in 2020" in regards to those considering asking for a recount are either psyops or woefully ignorant of the situation.
You don't sound like a sore loser for taking note of the well documented cases of burned ballot boxes in at least three states, and multiple bomb threats to polling places in heavily democrat-populated areas in swing states, which shut them down for hours on election day.
Or taking note of other alleged voting interferences such as mail-in ballot tampering, or the case where a mail carrier has been arrested for stealing and forging mail-in ballots in Colorado.
Or for taking note of the fact that Trump constantly told us he "had a secret plan" to win the election on election day.
Or the fact that conservatives (and Trump) have a long history of cheating, and the fact that there's literally evidence that they meddled in at least the last two elections.
And no, I won't be linking sources, because I want you to look this up yourself instead of just taking my word for it.
My point is that it's reasonable to be suspicious and want to double check, especially given all that I listed above.
The reason we called Trump voters sore losers wasn't because they asked for a recount- they had every right to do so, just as we do now.
They were called sore losers because not only had there been no evidence of tampering or fraud (unlike this election), they didn't stop at asking for a recount- they got violent and started not only multiple riots, but also an attempted fucking coup where they stormed the capitol and chanted that they were going to hang Mike Pence because he refused to overturn the election.
Ask for the damn recounts if you want them. Every party has the right to ask for a recount.
Is there a good chance it changes nothing? Of course!
The worst that might happen when asking for a recount is just finding out that the count was accurate and needing to accept that and move forward.
But that still doesn't make it stupid for someone to ask for one given the fact we saw in real time several reports of election tampering. Besides, even if it doesn't change the outcome of the presidential election there's still a chance it might influence the outcome of the local elections, which are also very important!
This obsession with the left needing to appear constantly stoic and poised and unbothered, to the point of being too embarrassed to stand up for ourselves or even ask questions in fear of "looking as bad as them" is going to be the death of all of us.
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[Adding this to the main post as well]
There's something to be said here about the fact that, upon checking the blogs, all the people (aside from 1) who have trolled this post have been open trump supporters gaslighting people in the notes and actively saying anyone who considers asking for a recount is stupid and/or delusional. (The comments have been since deleted and/or hidden to avoid further hate and trolling in the notes, full disclosure.)
And it speaks volumes at the lengths they're going to, to try and equate even suggesting a recount to denying the election or conspiracy theory.
Recounting the votes is literally the barest thing you could ask for. It's one step up from nothing. Hell, this post doesn't even suggest an investigation, let alone tells anyone to riot in the streets screaming that the election was stolen. It just tells people that if they're questioning anything based off any of tampering attempts we've seen so far, that it's ok to ask for a recount or to track your ballot. Tampering doesn't inherently mean stolen election, it means there was tampering, and it's ok to want to double check things to make sure counts are right. Local elections are just as important as the presidential, and people have every right to want to make sure their votes get counted for any/all of them. Nothing about that points to panicking, and it's kinda weird to imply it does. If anything it makes it look like you think your party cheated, regardless if the other party does or doesn't. I mean, unless you thought your party cheated, why wouldn't you also be advocating for recounts just for the transparency of proving your party won fair and square? It's weird that they're trying to get in everyone's head and make people feel crazy for suggesting we do even the bare minimum to double-check any of the races. Again, not saying a recount would flip the election. But many local elections get very close and a recount could always flip one of those.
But yeah, people need to stop acting like leftists are panicking just because they're doing their due diligence to make sure every vote was counted. It's weird.
#us elections#american politics#kamala harris#election 2024#2024 election#us politics#election interference#recount#donald drumpf
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『 Big 』
☼ synopsis: Gyomei was a gentle giant, or at least he tried to be but it wasn't easy when he's balls deep inside of you.
☼ character: Gyomei
☼ wc: 1.2k
☼ cw: fem!reader, afab!reader, sub!reader, size kink, oral (reader receiving), facesitting, fingering, cervix fucking, creampie
☼ notes: he is rotting my brain badly it just won't stop 😩 || requests are open!
Gyomei has always been a gentle giant, his physical appearance small compared to his big heart and that's what made you fall for him. It was the way he cared for his loved ones so dearly, how he held your hand with utmost care as if you'd break at any second. Loving Gyomei was a second nature to you, smiling at the way he panics when he feels like he's been a little too rough, how he makes sure not to raise his voice at you, no matter what or how small he managed to made you look - compared to him, almost everyone looked small. His frame was dwarfing yours when he kissed you tenderly, big hands resting on your hips ever so gently, touch feather light when he moved to cup your cheeks. The way he had no issue lifting you up to make you sit on his lap instead, looming over you made him fear he'd accidentally squish you to death beneath his large frame but you couldn't complain when your hands rested on his broad chest, lips locking once more in a heated yet gentle kiss.
A low rumble came from his chest when you slowly unbuttoned his shirt “petal… are you sure?” He mumbles, stopping your hands from undoing another button. The memory of your pained whines coming back into his head from when you two made love last time, at how he barely fit inside of you and how sore you were after. What he couldn't see however, was how your eyes rolled back into your head and how the drool slipped out of your mouth at how good the stretch felt despite the stinging sensation. “I’m sure Gyo… you make me feel so good… so full,” you whispered as you planted open mouthed kisses onto his chest which made him melt.
Who is he to deny you your wishes, allowing you to undress him further before big hands reached for your clothes, taking them off piece by piece and letting his hands wander over your body to feel your soft skin. This was one of his favorite parts, feeling the goosebumps form under his gentle touch, your nipples pebbled effortlessly when he swiped the pads of his thumbs over them before leaning down to capture one of them between his lips to suck on it eagerly while his tongue flicked over it. Sweet mewls filled the room when he moved on to the other nipple, hands traveling to your thighs.
Gyomei had no issue lifting you from his lap onto his face when he laid back, his tongue swiping through your drenched folds without further warning as he moaned from your sweet taste. Your hands found home in his short hair, gently tugging it when your hips started to move on their own accord, grinding against his skilled tongue only to be held in place by your waist, his tongue dragging torturously slow through your folds until he attacked your bundle of nerves with quick flicks, the change of pace making you cry out his name.
Angelic moans filled his ears, muffled by your thighs squeezing around his head the closer you got, moaning into your sweet cunt when you graced his tongue with your juices, coming undone from the way he was eating you out and Gyomei refused to stop - needing you dripping wet. Only when your clit was so sensitive you couldn't take more of his onslaught he let go of your waist, allowing you to fall off of him but not too far, big hands already spreading your thighs again "Need to get you nice and ready for me, petal," he mused, comforting kisses getting littered on your thighs when a single finger entered you, enough to make you moan once again.
The way you clawed onto his arms made him more eager, forgetting his own size when he pushed a second and third finger into you which left you gasping for air, velvet walls fluttering around the digits and the stretch alone made you come undone once, twice until you were begging for his cock. Your lewd pleas for him made the heat rise up to his cheeks, fingers scissoring you open just to make sure you're ready to take him. Oh how he'd love to see the sight in front of him, cunt sopping wet, leaving a patch on the sheets beneath you just from his fingers. His cock hung heavy, the precum already leaking down onto his fat shaft when he wrapped his hand around it, his huge body once again dwarfing you beneath him, groaning when your hand reached for his length, barely able to wrap your hand around it. Everything was just so small in comparison to him, it made it hard to stay composed but hurting you or even breaking you was something he was genuinely scared of, forcing himself to take deep breaths when he lined the tip up with your entrance, needing slight force to push the head of his cock past your entrance.
Gyomeis jaw went slack at the mewls you let go, his cock slipping into you inch by inch while he praised you until his balls rested heavy against you, hips lined up with yours. “You're taking me so well, flower,” he whispered, his lips capturing yours in a sweet kiss while your walls still struggled to adjust, feeling them clench around him until you started moving your hips, signaling that he can move. Pulling out almost all the way before pushing himself back inside of you made him see stars, able to feel every ridge in your walls as he did so, your desperate moans filling the room alongside the lewd squelching of your arousal - a sign that he prepared you well enough. The louder your moans got, the more your lover lost himself, his pace quickened as well as the power of his thrusts until he was pounding into you as if this is the last time he will ever have you. Hearing you cry out in pleasure from the way his cock kissed your cervix over and over, almost inside of your womb made his own tears run over his cheeks in thick streams. “You can do it, petal” he moaned, your thighs folded tightly to your chest when he felt you come undone, your cunt squeezing him and milking him from everything he had to give. Heavy grunts fell from his chest when his hips started to rut into you, his cum spurting inside of you and painting your walls white as you wiped the tears from his cheeks until his hips finally stilled and his head came down to hide in the crook of your neck.
It amazed him every time how well you took him despite the strain it puts on your body, but you cry and moan his name so beautifully, begging him for more and more and you both knew that it never just stays at one round, especially not when your walls still fluttered around him after he came, pushing him into overstimulation but he didn't mind it, wanting to give his petal everything she wanted, easily flipping you over so you were now on top of him, letting you choose your own pace. All he wanted was to feel you so close, big hands intertwining with yours when you started riding him.
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Part two
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Ex-husband Simon who: Always does the month's grocery shopping with you, always coming up with lame excuses to spend more time with you. Always encourages your children to eat a lot, sometimes even more than they should, just to make sure the food runs out quickly and that you call him to help with the groceries.
Ex-husband Simon who: Never stopped wearing his wedding ring, even though you no longer wore yours. For him, you would always be his wife, no matter what, even if you refused to wear your wedding ring again.
Ex-husband Simon who: Is very attentive to the children, always picks them up from school when you can't, who takes them out every weekend, and on vacation, takes them on trips. And of course, always thinking about spending more time with you.
Ex-husband Simon who: Knows that divorce means divorce, but can't stop giving you Valentine's Day presents every year, even if you reject being his Valentine once again.
Ex-husband Simon who: Is always available when you need him, if something has broken in the house? Don't hesitate to call him. Need to buy something? Ask him and he'll sort it out. Want a shoulder to cry on? He'll be there for you.
Ex-husband Simon who: Always pays for things for you, especially when you go out with the children. He refuses to let you pay a single penny when he's around, even though he knows you have enough money to pay for whatever you want. Just as he won't stop sending you money, even if you work.
Ex-husband Simon who: Even though you live in separate houses, he always goes to the house where you and the children are living, the usual excuse being that he was passing by, so he decided to go and see the children. And you, too.
Ex-husband Simon who: Knows it's wrong to manipulate children like this, but he induces the little ones to dislike any other man you introduce to them. No matter how good your new romantic interest is, Simon can't stand the idea of you having someone else by your side. And the children think so too.
Ex-husband Simon who: Is happy when he hears that you haven't met anyone since you split up, that no other man had caught your eye. And he could only feel the relief and hope that this brought him.
Ex-husband Simon who: Tries to win you over again, always giving you presents, calling you to dinner, being the exemplary husband you needed. All the effort that was thrown away every time you denied him, he left with a heavy heart, but destined to try as many times as necessary. There was no other person who was like you, you were the only one for him.
Ex-husband Simon who: Almost felt his heart drop out of his mouth when he saw you all dressed up for your son's second birthday, you'd only prepared a small party, no big deal. But the sight of you was still breathtaking, even more so when you smiled so sweetly. He didn't take his eyes off you once that evening.
Ex-husband Simon who: Didn't hesitate to accept when you asked to spend the night with him, after the children were asleep. And you would have time alone after a long time apart.
Ex-husband Simon who: Made love to you as if it were the last time. He caressed every part of your body, made you feel butterflies in your stomach with every kiss he gave you. He pounded into you like a maniac, as if it were his last day on earth, telling you he loved you, calling you the nicknames he knew would make you weak in the knees. He made you see stars that night.
Ex-husband Simon who: Felt heartbroken when you said that everything that had happened was a mistake, and that it was a moment of weakness. It shouldn't have happened, that's what you said, but it all seemed so right to him.
Ex-husband Simon who: Didn't understand why you were distancing yourself from him after the night you shared together, that he felt he had done something wrong to you. Who didn't understand your nervousness, the way you stuttered and fidgeted next to him, he just thought he'd done something wrong and you were angry.
Ex-husband Simon who: Had no idea that you were actually nervous not because of some action of his, but because you didn't know how to break the news to him that you were pregnant, that your evening had resulted in an unplanned pregnancy. You were carrying twins.
Ex-husband Simon who: Almost fainted when you broke the news to him, he didn't know whether to cry with relief or joy. But in any case, he was sure that he would go through hell to get you back, he was going to do everything possible and impossible to make his family what it was before.
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