#i shall save it here uwu

[broodwolf221]

Happy friday!!! For Solas x Mythal "they deserve better." from the as said by Solas prompts??? >:) it seems juicy

this one was so funnnn thank you! i love exploring these two, they fascinate me uwu @dadrunkwriting 644 words cws: mentions of slavery and war

“Why do you treat me so well?” He asked, with her hand on his face. It was a foolish thing to ask, revealing too much, pushing too far, but he was exhausted and she had a way of weakening his resolve. She did not pull her hand away, thumb stroking soft across his cheek. 

“Too few question,” she said at last. “Either they have given up, or are furious and impertinent. The former do not interest me, and I cannot be seen tolerating the latter. But some are like you, knowing when and how to press, seeking advantage without being destructive. It is a pleasure to see the way you move through the court, to recognize the precision of your efforts.”

It was not the answer he was expecting. If anything, he would have assumed a physical interest, at most an appreciation of his skills—but not his maneuvering. “My efforts are for you—” he began, but she shook her head.

“This is sloppy, my little pride. Do not lie.” After a moment she resumed her gentle stroking. He had the distant thought that she could be petting her loyal dog. “I know you intend to betray us.” He forced his expression to remain calm, only belatedly realizing that he should have acted as if the thought was shocking. She smiled, the white glint of her teeth visible. “You intend to save the slaves. You are already stealing them away. You are subtle, my Solas, but you cannot hide your efforts entirely.”

So, she knew. She knew and yet she spoke to him with such warmth. She had not demanded he return the slaves. As he puzzled over her reaction, her smile grew. “Ah, the gears turn. I enjoy watching you think.”

“They deserve better,” he said and she nodded, but he was not so naive as to think she was agreeing with him. She was simply confirming her own suspicions. 

“Perhaps they do,” she admitted after a moment, “but how do you intend to give them what they deserve? A war will devastate Arlathan, my sweet pride. The very people you seek to save shall be slaughtered in the battle you begin.” Her words chilled him, for they echoed his deepest fears back at him.

“I do not need to do this alone.” His voice was soft, pitched low and intimate, and she looked approving.

“You reach without reaching. Is it an offer that I join you, or a statement that you have already swayed others? Or perhaps you count the freed slaves as your allies.” She shook her head, growing somber. “They may be many things, but they do not have the strength to stand against the Evanuris. The only way for you to win is to divide us.”

“Why tell me all this?” She tilted her head and studied him, as if searching for the truth behind his question. But for once there was nothing beyond the statement, a simple, honest curiosity.

“I am not opposed to your goals,” she said at last, and this did shock him, “and if you can find a way forward that will not destroy us all, I wish for your success. It costs me nothing to give you this small advice, and may save much. Or,” here she grinned, “it may do nothing at all. The days feel the same, pup, but looking back it is all change. You seek to shape that change, but all I can guarantee is the change itself.”

He turned into her hand, his own rising to cradle hers as he kissed her palm. He would not spurn her wisdom. Perhaps it was a trick, but there would be easier ways to stop his efforts. More entertaining ways to encourage his failure. This advice, by contrast, seemed to support his own observations.

He did not understand, but he would not ignore.

[janaknandini-singh999]

Vishnu & Shiva (Harihara)

Vishnu is a mischievous yet grounded boy who loves the colour yellow, the sky and dresses. Shiva is a fierce yet innocent one who loves nature, yoga and dancing.

"SHIVUUUWUUU MY LOVE MY GOD!" Vishnu ran and jumped on Shiva, who smiled a little. He kissed Shiva's cheek and grinned "I MADE YOU A TIARA OF YOUR FAVOURITE RUDRAKSH BEADS AND SOME PRETTY FLOWERSSKSKSS"

"You know that I get content with just some belpatra and bhasm, right?"

"OK, MY BHASM BESTIE BRO!" Vishnu pouted "Keep your low maintenance rituals for your dear devotees for an easy path to reach you. But allow MEEE TO SPOIL YOU AT LEAST??! You give everyone vardaan, don't you? Give one to me also that you let me love you IN MY OWN WAYYY HEHEHEHEHE"

"Alright alright!" Shiva couldn't help but laugh a little as he placed the tiara on his head gently

"THERE NOW!!! You look so ADORABLE, my BHOLEY BABUUU UWU" Vishnu pulled Shiva's cheeks hard "Who can tell that you're a WILD YOGU? Btw do you remember the time I became Mohini and we merged-"

Shiva quickly lifted him up in bridal style, laughing nervously "Yes, I do, buddy."

Someone cleared their throat and Shiva looked up, letting out a gasp and dropping Vishnu down with a thud.

"OWWW! I-" he turned around to look too "oh-"

Parvati and Lakshmi were standing at a distance, the former clearly fuming with rage. Lakshmi shrugged and looked away, politely.

"Parvati, it is nothing like it seems-"

"That's ENOUGH, swami!"

Shiva immediately went quiet. He remembers Kaali and how he had to literally lay down in front of her to save the cosmos from getting obliterated by her wife's wrath.

"But you know it was for a purpose! Lord Ayappa was born."

Parvati sighed "I know and understand all of that.. but the way I had to literally sacrifice myself in the pyre as Sati for your honour, then get reborn as Parvati and do tapasya for CENTURIES just for you to ACCEPT me as your wife! But with bhraata Vishnu here, all he needed to do was turn into the most beautiful enchantress and you-"

Vishnu grinned nervously and looked away too.

"I'll talk to YOU TOO later, brother!" Parvati spoke to Vishnu and walked away, Shiva on her heels, chasing her.

He glared at Vishnu one last time, whispering "If the brahmaand goes up in flames with her then you shall be the one to be blamed, Jagannath!"

"No?" Vishnu could barely contain himself from giggling "YOU will be. Shiva couldn't confront and comfort his Shakti????? The most sacred couple, PARENTS OF THE UNIVERSE?"

Shiva groaned and made a dash for his wife

Lakshmi sighed again and advanced towards her husband "Why do you do this?"

Vishnu looked at her with his big, innocent bambi eyes "Me?"

Lakshmi blinked slowly "Yes." and waved her hand "I know your leelas but the world still needs to get used to it, love. You always have something up your sleeve. But really? Poor Shivashakti are the epitome of love. What have they done? Why did you trouble them??"

"Nok jhok se prem badhta hain, meri swamini!" Vishnu winked "and who knows that better than you?"

Lakshmi finally let out a laugh "You ARE impossible."

It was Vishnu's turn to blink and sigh

"Impossible to stay mad at!" Lakshmi winked back at him and he laughed with her, kissing her

[surelysilly]

Fic asks: let's just pretend I'm sending you like an entire box of crayons, okay?

fufufufu okay here we go <3

🌍 What tags or warnings will your / one of your wip(s) need if you intend to share it?

oooh my latest (and soonest) WIP... I'd almost want to tag it as some sort of horror, but I'm not quite sure exactly how to go about it... but!

underage smoking, mystery (maybe), AU - canon divergence (as always), hurt no comfort, angst...

i think the memes about Danny getting slapped as a vape user because of his ghost sense r very funny but i like to sit my fics firmly in the the mid 00s or late 2010s onward so... teehee!

⚠️ Which wip your most likely to finish or update next?

one from above ^^^ it's a fanfic prompt challenge for the r/danny phantom discord server "i didn't mean to say it like that" has to be used in the fic :)

other than that... next arc in the waiting for the sun to smile on everyone series uwu;;; hopefully in a week or so, we shall see

💾 What is your document of your wip/ a wip called? (not the stories actual title but what you’ve saved it as)

usually the series name or short hand for it

lost in the universe > LITU pt 1, pt 2, etc

the visitant and the island of misfit toys > the visitant pt. 1

dpxdc misc 1.0

dp misc 1.0

the shorter fics live in the misc documents lol my BNHA documents were much worse versions of those

🛠 Is there a scene or anything in the WIP you are struggling with right now?

I'm struggglinngggg to write a new character sort oooof, but i think i just need a break from litu AU so im unintentionally avoiding it, whoops! which is why im writing other things

which i am also struggling with because i need to rewatch the main lego movies + lego batman to study :9

[oblivions-dawn]

What Fucking Day Is It Again

I've been told it's Wednesday but I'm not sure Wednesday is even real or what that is. Time is a nonexistent concept for me. Akatosh is a slimy little bastard. Time is WEIRD Anyway as always THANK YOU @thequeenofthewinter FOR SHARING YOUR IDIOTS AND TAGGING ME TO ENCOURAGE ME TO SHARE MINE <33 I shall tag @sneaksandsweets @blossom-adventures and ANYONE ELSE that wants to share! No pressure of course uwu As always, a little evil snippet from me. Enjoy~

“Serana . . . my darling.” Harkon drawled venomously as he stood and turned to face them. “I see you still favour keeping a pet.”

Vigdis snarled beside her and moved forward—Serana grabbed her arm to stop her. They shared a brief glance: ice blue in anger, glowing persimmon in fear. The hunter’s nostrils flared—then, she relented, albeit reluctantly. Serana dropped her hand and locked her gaze on Harkon.

“You know why we’re here.”

“Of course I do,” he sneered. “I have anticipated this since your . . . disappearance. You have completed the prophecy and brought Auriel’s Bow to me.” He folded his arms, his eyes narrowed. “But you disappoint me, Serana. You have taken everything I have granted you and thrown it aside for this . . . thing.”

“It was your obsession that destroyed us,” she retorted firmly, her voice faintly trembling as her hands curled into fists, “destroyed our family. And for what? Power? Control?” Hot tears stung her eyes. “You threw us away the moment you found that prophecy. And it was you that decided we weren’t enough.”

“My sacrifices have been for the betterment of our kind. Search within yourself; look deep into your heart. You know that this prophecy is our only salvation. Your blood will save us from annihilation.” His eyes flashed dangerously as he held out his hand to her. “Kill this mortal and give me the bow, Serana.”

She stared at his hand. He implored her as a father would to his daughter. The small, innocent, childish part of her wanted to reach out—wanted his warm hand to engulf her own, as it once did. But he offered it to her now for her cooperation, for her loyalty, for her blood. She lost her father a long time ago.

Serana unsheathed her razor.

“No,” she breathed out defiantly. “I'm not afraid of you. Not anymore.” Harkon lowered his hand in dismay. Serana stepped protectively in front of Vigdis, her persimmon eyes aglow with rage, her voice strong as it echoed off the grimy stones. “I won’t kill her. If you want the bow and my blood, you’ll have to take it from me.”

[shdwtouch]

not me realizing I need to remake kaey in bg3 so I can dress him up and get screenshots for his updated universe 👀 at the same time, kinda just wanna build in sims ? I'm at a point in both palworld and satisfactory where I'm just. stuck at having to redo a bunch of stuff for space reasons. and it's lowkey frustrating; like, I know once I start and get it figured out I'll be fine but. getting to that point is eh. and what can I say, I like small and cozy setups, making big stuff is. a lot.

anyway. I am here if anyone requires a puffin uwu or just wants to chat / discuss, idk. may try to answer some asks today, character and munday stuff I've had saved. we shall see how the energy comes ! anywho. sending love ♡

[husbandograveyard]

Hi Hazel! It sounds like your ankles have been through a lot ;-; I hope they're feeling better.

Ooh looks like there's a lot of cards waiting for you. Sending you luck on getting all of them very early so you don't have to spend much on them!

Your year ahead seems very busy and hectic :O. Remember to take care of yourself and it's okay to say no to tasks sometimes! You're already doing very well and they can always find someone else to do things for them.

I shall patiently await the day you post your drawings 👀 no pressure though haha

I can't believe it's still so hot out, definitely waiting for sweater weather to hit. Suddenly thinking about sweater weather and Leona, has that been done before? I feel like it has 🤔

Wishing you a smooth year ahead! Drinks lots of water and take care! -berry anon

Hiya Berry,

Sorry that the reply is a little later again today, the first days of the school year are super duper hectic, and especially this year, I've had a lot of trouble already. It's slowly stabilizing though, so I hope to be able to be more active here very very soon. My ankles are suffering a little now that I am back to standing on my feet for most of the day, but if anything, it's a great way to get them stronger again.

I finally got to playing chapter 6 of twst -still not entirely done- and now i really really want to get the Idia dorm card, my love for him has grown loads, almost on par with our favorite Lion. Skipping birthdays and saving pulls, I am at 140 pulls now so the Halloween cards better be nice.

Still working up the courage on the art, haven't been drawing much lately, but had some OC thoughts and wanted to draw them, so maybe soon ish? I really don't know, can't promise anything. Hahah. Speaking off, do you have any Twisted wonderland OC's/yuusonas? Would love to hear about them UwU.

Sweater weather Leona, ohhhh that seems like something cozy. I love the idea of cozyness with him, adding it to the neverending list of blurbs and ideas lmao. Although with Leona i always imagine Savanaclaw and Sunset Savannah, with not a lot of cold days hehe.

It is FINALLY cooling down and I am so happy. I am very good with cold weather so I can still wear my dresses and tshirts, but without actively dying 10/10 recommend. I can almost get back underneath my weighted blanket at night, which will make me less tired and more productive hopefully.

Sending you loads of love!

[inkyquince]

This time it IS quiet being horny for father in ur ask box

... I dont have anything to say, actually, I just wanna kiss his rosary as they're wrapped around his knuckles and get "cleansed" of my "sins" however he sees fit ><"

-quiet 👉👈

Hi Horny ass!

I know. We've discussed at length about how he's going to save your soul.

Thing is, i watched (correction, rewatched for the 50th time) and I just loved the thought of Papa here being bitten and then believing vampires are some sorts of angels. Low humanity despite his ties to religion (... i shall decliine to make a smart ass comment here) and just taking out the Demons, who he thinks are beings who hide behind an angel mask. Long story short, he takes out vampires that he's told to because he is told they're demons. And he works for the camarilla. Y'know. that stuff uwu

but yes, makes you pray for forgiveness, has you kiss the rosary wrapped around his fingers.

Huehuehue, enjoy quiet, your hornbag

[deniigi]

i know precisely what i'm doing when I ask for more on 'marriage get your marriage here' uwu

BOO YOU KNOW IM WRITHING TO POST IT.

marriage get your marriage here:

(okay context: @petrichordiam is writing a married-a-jedi-for-citizenship fic with a solid layer of ghost-story on top, and I am so fucking insufferable about it being written that they let me borrow their premise to write little bits and pieces here and there.)

So essentially, all the commanders are paired up with various jedi from their General's lineages or with their Generals in the case of Cody and Obi-Wan and Bly and Aayla. Most of these pairing are STRICTLY political/platonic--at least at first (again, with the exception of Cody and Bly who are dying for their jedi to take a fucking hint).

THIS is the origin of my Thire/Xanatos obsession. So please take this chunk and get the fuck on board with me with this tall-anxious-goth/short-calm-jock couple.

---------------

Nothing Thire can do will dissuade Xanatos that an appropriate gift for General Kenobi is a length of blue ribbon which ‘matches the skies that inhabit that empty head of his.’ He ends up suggesting that perhaps they should amass a number of gift objects and then compare their merits all in one go. Xanatos ignores him and takes him through several markets in search of the perfect ribbon.

Thire wonders at the fourth one, standing by and accepting into his arms each new spool Xanatos digs up, if this is going to be his life for the next five years.

“Here is one.”

He accepts this spool as well.

“Not for him. For you.”

Thire re-accepts the spool shoved his way the first time and then startles back to awareness to find himself surrounded by terrified customers and Xanatos’s stormy aura.

“You’re not paying attention,” Xanatos says.

He’s not wrong. Thire has only just noticed that the ribbon thrust his way is a yellowish, slightly dusty green.

“It’s not red,” he says.

Xanatos’s aura threatens to become poisonous. Thire analyzes the situation before him and proceeds with as much caution as he can manage in public.

“It’s a nice color,” he says. “Very smooth.”

The beast is pleased. It returns to thrashing around in the bin of ribbon. Thire manages to get a hand free enough to text his brothers that he is having second thoughts about the marriage thing.

------

Xanatos buys five yards of the green ribbon and about three of one particular shade of blue that Thire personally thinks is the most garish shade the color comes in. Xanatos winds the green ribbon up and down the entirety of Thire’s arms and finishes it off with a bow before doing an about-face and taking the both of them right back to the Temple. It is evening by then and he’s clearly forgotten the earlier conversation about picking an appropriate time to deliver his apology. Instead, he marches up to what turns out to be Rex and Skywalker’s door and hammers on it until Skywalker opens it looking like a guy who’s just bitten down on something that should not crunch.

“Knight Du Crion,” he says as Rex asks through sign language if Thire needs a save.

“Where is your heathen master?” Xanatos asks.

“It’s not my job to keep track of him anymore.”

“I asked no questions about jobs. I asked about heathens.”

Skywalker attempts to close the door. Xanatos shoves his fist against the frame before he can get it closed. Skywalker develops a spark of challenge in his eye that Rex sees and decides is worthy of interference.

“General Kenobi is with Cody right now,” he says. “I think they were taking a walk—”

“Hiding in his hovel, yes. I understand. Thank you for you aid, Mr.—?”

Rex blinks.

“Rex?” he says.

“Mr. Rex.”

“Uh. Captain, actually.”

“Mr. Captain,” Xanatos says. “You’ve been unspeakably helpful unlike members of this lineage who shall not be named. Thank you, goodbye.”

And he’s off towards the stairs, leaving Thire and Rex to stare at each other. Rex points at the ribbon-covered arm.

“I think it’s a gift?” Thire says.

----

Xanatos has already forced open Kenobi’s door by the time Thire gets upstairs. It is eerily quiet, and it remains that way, even when Thire nearly gets taken out by the same door slamming open without any notice. Xanatos doesn’t miss a beat in grabbing him by the front of his blacks and half-carrying, half-dragging him down the corridor.

They return to the apartment. Thire is placed tenderly on the pillow he was sat on before this adventure started.

Xanatos begins feverishly preparing more terrible tea.

“You can have the room on the right. It is supposed to be for a padawan, but I’m using it for alternative purposes for now,” he rambles. “Nothing in there matters. We can throw the whole thing out—the wall too if you don’t want it. Ignore the bones—they are not human. They are rodent. Well. Marsupial. Well. They are a former possum. A dear friend. I’ll have them out of your hair shortly. Do you want sugar?”

He holds out a new teacup; this one is not black. It is white and there is a little house raised in the middle of it that sits like a castle surrounded by a sea of red tea.

It is...kind of cute actually.

Thire accepts it into his hands, already aware that it will taste like nothing at best and something at worst.

“A possum?” he asks. “What was her name?”

“Kil’vira.”

“A good name.”

“I called her Kitty,” Xanatos blurts out.

They stare at each other and Thire mentally lays out all the cards and possibilities of their arrangements.

“If it isn’t too much trouble, may I see your bedroom, Knight Du Crion?” he asks. “You know, to get a feel for how such things are meant to look?”

“Xanatos.”

“Xanatos,” Thire corrects himself.

“—or Xana.”

Thire pauses.

“Xana,” he repeats.

“My master called me Xana. Most people call me Xana,” Xanatos admits. “The full name is a bit of a mouthful. My room? Yes, you can see it, although I don’t know why you would want to, there’s nothing interesting in there, the falcon and possum live in yours. For now. I’ll re-home them, I’ve been told you can set them in jars so that they stand, and I would like to see them so lively again—my room, yes. Here, I will show you, don’t get your hopes up though, there’s nothing interesting. Besides the bees. Ignore the bees, they are of no one’s concern—”

It’s fucking pink.

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[weekend-whip]

Okay, so, here's a question I've been sitting on for awhile: in Legacyverse, how much are you drawing on the Movie!personalities vs the Show!personalities? I know someone mentioned before that Zane's pretty much 100% show-based, but what about everyone else? (inquiring minds want to know!)

Zane (we'll start with him since you mentioned him first!): While it is true his personality is pretty 1:1 with the show, he does have a few pinches of his movie personality: his desire to understand others, desperately wanting to fit in with his peers, not wanting to be seen as different...and eventually, coming to really embrace his more robotic nature. There’s also a certain degree of detachment when he approaches tasks, something only highlighted a few times in show and implied in the movie—but whether that’s an aspect of his element or a factor of being a Nindroid, well, that’s up for interpretation for now. 

Cole: He's...interesting, because he’s basically got his movie personality while at school and usually at “home” (relaxed, couldn’t care less, draws and listens to music, pretty easy going unless there’s a threat around) but has his show personality while acting as a ninja (protective, a leader, proactive, tryna be on top of things, etc.), simultaneously making him both a bit of a slacker and the most responsible person in the room. But in both cases, he’s always putting others before himself, not wanting to cause problems for anyone else (reserved side) and not wanting people to get into deeper trouble than they already are (proactive side). Honestly, he’s become more complex than in either source material because of it o-O

Jay: People are always arguing over "UwU Jay" vs "Bastard Jay" and I'm just like, why not both? He's shy and nervous around people he's not familiar with and does get flustered easily, but when he's around people he's comfortable with, he's a straight up maniac. He can be someone you just want to wrap in a protective blanket AND a gremlin you wanna chase out of the house with a broom. ...also with a dash of mad scientist because we’re really sleeping on it—I just like when Jay gets to be smart, okay??

Kai: Like Cole and Jay, he’s kinda 50/50 with his personality, but it’s less distinctively split up and more compounded. He’s got that softer, more emotional streak from the movie, but still retains his high ego/low self-esteem from the show, which, when combined, has led to many...turbulent moments. Otherwise, Kai’s not actually all that different; Movie!Kai is essentially just Show!Kai stripped to the barest minimum. 

Nya: Nya probably draws more from the show, but like Kai, not a lot changed in the movie other than her general attitude. Honestly, I just try to keep her strengths and flaws in play, and kind of use both her stubbornness and compassion in a way that makes me wanna write more about her (because she is the hardest for me to write for, despite her being someone I’ve written for the most...save for Kai.) 

Lloyd: ...Lloyd is also interesting because, since he’s older than Young!Lloyd but younger than Movie!Lloyd, he’s still got a rather childish outlook on life, but also has some profound considerations about life too. A big part of his relative maturity compared to the show is due to the fact he was actually raised by his mom this time around, but that childlike desire to impress/be with his father can sometimes override his better judgement, contrasting against the movie. But once we get past Season 1, his personality is probably going to start leaning towards a 75/25 split, in favor of the movie (unlike anyone else). 

Talking about anyone else might lead to spoilers, so I shall cut off there for now~

[nastybuckybarnes]

Hoist the Colours  -  1/3

Pairing: Pirate!Bucky X SeaGoddess!Reader

Summary: Bound to your human form and cut off from the sea, your life is exchanged from pirate to pirate, until a ship of the King intercepts a sale, taking you onboard and saving you from a fate worse than death. 

Warnings: Language, Angst, Fluff, Kinda slow burn

Word Count: 2.2K

A/n: I’ve had this sitting in my drafts for so long so I figured meh, what the hell. It’s mega inspired by Pirates of the Caribbean: At World’s End cause Calypso owns my uwu and I love the story of her and Davy Jones. Um, I hope you enjoy! 

~*~

His hands gently caress your skin, gentle with you, a stark contrast to the man who rules the seas. He treats you as if you're delicate, though he knows you're not.

His touches are so, so tender.

"I love you, my (Y/n)."

Fingers skimming over your back, trailing over your spine and down your legs. His hold on your body is soft, while the hold on your heart is strong.

"I love you, James.  My love for you will never die. You hold my heart in your hands." He holds the back of your head with one hand, tilting you back a bit so he can look into your eyes, crystal blue depths pouring out emotions while saying few words.

"You have my heart, and you shall continue to have it until the day I die."

~

“Are we ready to set sail, Captain?” The young man looks up through his lashes, squinting against the harsh sun and the spray of the sea.

“Aye, I think we’re ready. What say you, James?” The blond man looks to his first mate, who stands by the edge of the ship, staring out across the open water with a small smile on his face.

“The wind will be with us today. Our journey will be bountiful. There’s a change in the tide, a new dawn on the horizon.” Steve grabs his friend’s shoulder, looking into his eyes.

“I can feel her, Steve. We’re getting close. I know it.” The blond smiles and looks over to the boy, nodding once.

“All hands, prepare to make sail!” He shouts, running down the stairs to alert the rest of the crew.

Steve walks over to his helmsman, patting him on the shoulder.

“Where to today, Captain?” Sam asks with a grin.

“We head for Tortuga,” he says, glancing over at James. The brunet nods, eyes focused on the sea.

~*~

“All hands! Battle Stations!”

You shift to your knees on the hard wooden bed, looking out through the tiny porthole.

“What is it?” Wanda asks, her voice scratchy and hoarse.

“The Royal Navy,” you whisper, bound hands grabbing handfuls of your dress to move it out of the way, allowing you to sit more comfortably to watch as the three ships converge on the one you’re currently imprisoned upon.

“What will they make of us?” She wonders aloud, fingers spinning dainty red circles in the air. You bite your lip, knowing too well what they’ll make of you.

“Our chances of survival are higher with them than with our current captors.” She shrugs, lying back down as cannons boom overhead.

You close your eyes, exhaling deeply through your nose and conjuring what you can.

It’s effective, and the sky is soon booming with thunder. The ocean tugs and turns, waves crashing against the ship, the fighting getting drowned by the rain.

You hear the tell-tale thuds of the ship being boarded, and you know it’s only a matter of time before you’re transferred from one cage to another. But you hope that the new cage will be slightly more comfortable.

Two sets of feet clomp down the stairs and you and Wanda both sit up.

A man wearing the signature red and gold of the King walks towards you.

A young boy, easily no older than sixteen, stumbles after him.

“Boy!” He shouts, turning to him. He cowers, clearly not wanting to get hurt.

“Why are these women in chains?” He demands. The boy looks at you, his eyes widening for a moment before he swallows hard.

“C-cap’n says that they be witches. He locked ‘em down here to protect the crew. Said it bad luck to bed them.” The King’s man stares at you then at Wanda.

“Witches? How?” The boy’s fingers tremble as he points to Wanda.

“Th-that one there, she be a true witch. With red flames and a sixth sense. She can control men to do her bidding. Cap’n locked ‘er up with them special chains, keeps her powers at bay.” Wanda’s eyes glow a fiery red as she’s reminded of the mistreatment the Captain has shown the two of you.

“And this one here?” The man steps closer to your cell door, eyeing you closely.

“She be of godly descent. Power over the wind and tide, no doubt the conjurer of the storm. She be tied to the ocean and the ocean to her. She controls the monsters, the demons that lurk in the deep. Cap’n treated her better than any woman deserves, but he stopped, got lazy. And this is her punishin’ us for it. You mark my words. She created that storm.”

The man cocks his head to the side in curiosity.

“Bring them over. The boy too. The King will want to hear about this.” The boy quickly unlocks your cells, and then you’re being ushered up the stairs and above deck.

The sky, which was dark and dangerous nought five minutes ago, is clear and blue. Dead bodies lay askew on the deck, blood staining the wood.

The men of the King stop and stare as you and Wanda are ushered towards the gangplank.

A man whistles, his hand coming to your shoulder, and you wrench yourself out of his grip, levelling him with a hard glare as a boom of thunder explodes overhead, a crack of lightning touching down on the water beside the ship.

Everyone is silent, the Captain staring at you in wonder and awe.

“No one is to touch the women,” he announces loudly, making sure all his crew can hear.

“They are to be treated with the utmost respect. Do not touch them. Do not even look at them in the wrong way, understand?”

He’s met with a series of “aye captain”s.

You square your shoulders and cross the plank, Wanda right behind you.

The two of you are then promptly led to a small office.

“The Captain will be with you shortly,” the man says, closing the doors and standing outside, his back to you. You glance at your friend and nod slightly, a silent ‘I told you so’. She rolls her eyes and looks around the room.

“He means to bring us to the King. We will no doubt be exploited for our powers yet again. There is no way we win this.” You shake your head, eyes finding a paper on his desk.

Anthony Edward Stark.

The name rings a bell, but before you can put your finger on it, the door is opening and the Captain walks in.

“As I’m sure you’ve guessed, I’m the Captain. Tony is what my friends call me. I suppose you may call me that as well. So... witches. Do you have names?” You’re shocked, and it’s obvious on your face by the way that the man laughs.

“We’re not barbaric. It’s obvious to me that you were being held captive on the HYDRA ship. You may as well get comfortable here with me.” Wanda stays standing by the door, but you approach him.

“I am (Y/n). This is Wanda. What do you plan on doing with us?” He sighs heavily and sits down at his desk, pouring himself a glass of alcohol.

“I plan on continuing my route as I was supposed to. We’re to make port in Tortuga for some business, then we head back to England.” You furrow your brows.

“Why not take us back to England now?” Wanda asks, her eyes red with suspicion.

“Because anytime away from the King is time I cherish. And I think the two of you will make excellent company.” He smiles, winking at you.

The glass in his hand shatters and he curses, jumping up and away from his desk.

“Not that kind of company! Jesus! I just meant that I would like to learn more about your powers.” You look over at Wanda, whose glowing eyes are trained on Tony.

“And how do we know you won’t treat us the same way they all did?” She asks, her voice a venomous whisper.

He sighs and looks at the two of you for a moment, his eyes lingering on your necklace.

“Because. My mother was like you two. A sea witch, born with powers unparalleled. And I saw what men did to her for it. I will not let that happen to you as well.” The two of you are surprised at his words. Silence hangs heavy in the air for a moment before he clears his throat.

“I’ll see to it that the two of you have proper quarters, as well as changes of clothes. And I humbly welcome you to His Majesty, the King’s, esteemed ship: The Avenger.”

~

“Jesus Christ,” Steve whispers, taking off his hat in respect as they approach the wreckage in the water.

Sharks are circling, picking at any scraps of human flesh that they can find. Ship splinters and rope pollute the water, and the crew instantly know that this is the work of the King’s men.

“A quick fight,” James says, watching from the quarterdeck. Steve nods, curious about the events that transpired.

“Man overboard!” Someone shouts, and all eyes are searching for the body in question.

They see the subtle splashing, the man’s body mostly on a large piece of wood from the mast.

“Haul him up!” Steve shouts, hurrying to the spot to make sure the man’s okay.

When they finally get him over, he’s nothing but coughs and water, fingers trembling as he regains his bearings.

“What’s your name?” Steve asks, patting the young man on the shoulder.

When he finally looks up, everyone gasps. “It was the witch,” he whispers, blackened eyes darting around in fear.

“Witch?” Steve asks. This piques Bucky’s interest.

“Sh-she called the storm. Dragged the ship down down down, and now she goes on the celebrate with the King.” Bucky pushes forward, grabbing the man by the collar.

“The witch, what was her name?” The man shakes his head, eyes lolling to the side.

“Never name, only a witch. Never trust a woman... she be beautiful as a sunrise but deadly as a snake. I’d rather face a siren than that witch again. She owns the seas, is one with the winds, and she has a hatred in her heart for men.” The man stops to cough up water, his eyes rolling back as he starts convulsing.

Bucky stumbles back a step, his heart pounding in his head.

“Buck?” He shakes his head, climbing up the ladder on the mainmast to the crow’s nest. His eyes strain to see anything, any sign of where he should go.

What he sees leaves him feeling more hopeless than before.

Three of the king’s ships, on the very edge of the horizon, each going in separate directions.

He takes a deep breath in then climbs back down, furious with himself all over again.

“Buck? What the hell was that?” Steve demands, grabbing his best friend’s arm.

“It’s her, Steve.” Those three words are all it takes for Steve to understand.

“Which way did she go?” He asks softly, trying to help his friend.

“I’ve got no clue. There were three ships, all heading in different directions. There’s no way to know which ship has her, and we can’t very well follow all of them.” Steve sighs, patting his friend on the shoulder.

“We’ll find her. I swear. But until then we maintain course.” The brunet nods, eyes finding the wreckage in the water and praying to the gods that he finds you soon.

~

Tears wet your cheeks as you stare at the locket, fingers stroking the cool metal gently.

“If the memories pain you so, why conjure them so frequently?” You glance over at the brunette, wiping the wetness off of your face.

“Without the pain, I would forget my hatred. I would forget my purpose and I would lose hope.” Wanda nods thoughtfully, leaning back against the wall and sighing.

The quarters you were given are lovely. Soft beds, plenty of blankets, and a door with a lock. It’s all you could ask for and more from a ship belonging to the king.

“What do you suppose he’s going to do with us?” Wanda asks, fingers spinning a quill in the air above her head.

“I’m not sure quite yet. He seems to be genuine, but I fear he has ulterior motives. Surely, he’ll bring us to the king at some point. But until then... I only hope we fair better here than our last ship.” She nods, closing her eyes and lowering her hands, the quill dropping to the floor beside her as she spreads her fingers, red seeping out of her hands and down through the floorboards.

“There’s a change in the tide,” she whispers, her eyes opening and glowing red as she glances over at you. “Can you feel it?” You close your eyes, feeling the pull of the ocean deep in your gut.

“I feel it,” you whisper, “a change in the wind. A new presence is upon the waters, a dark one. I fear they are stronger than they seem.”

[shozaii]

title: too feisty.

genre: angst.

characters: dazai, chuuya, kunikida, akutagawa.

warnings: rough behavior, the boys arguing with you :(

request: hi, i could ask for scenarios and headcanons for dazai, chuuya, kunikida, akutagawa, when i have an argument with my s/o and they don't speak to each other for several days. how it is reconciled and after how many days. thank you very much☺️☺️☺️😉😉😌😌

(a/n): hewwooo anon! thank youuu so much for requesting!! i did my best writing this, so i hope you enjoy reading it! 

masterlist.

☆ d a z a i.

- arguing with dazai is like yelling into the void. he doesn’t really understand why you’re both going through this pain, the torture of the wrong emotions at a very wrong time - when in reality it was all supposed to be sunshine and rainbows. did you not see the sunshine in his eyes anymore? was he going to be left alone again? so many thoughts left his head, yet all he could do was listen to what you have to say.

- simple to say, he is quiet the entire time because he just doesn’t want you both to end up torn; worse, broken. he wouldn’t want to see you break, either. unable to express any of his feelings, he tends to stare at you with a thin line formed on his lips.

- it depends on what you’re arguing, really. if he knows it’s his fault, he obliges to it. if he’s just confused, his darkened gaze burns into you. he looks like he’s about to flip. instead, he huffs softly, walks up to you, and looks right at you for a bit.

- once he’s done looking at you, he leaves. he walks and walks to literally anywhere which would give him comfort. he looks up into the sky, and wonders just what he could do to become a better person. after all, it was all for you.

- shall no one come in between and take away one from the other.

- the silent treatment has gone as far as a week. dazai respects the time you need to be alone, even though he is tempted to initiate a conversation earlier than expected. the other arguments have lasted for at least 2-3 days. i wouldn’t see him asking for help from anyone - he wants to show you and himself that he has the capability of reaching himself out to you, owning up to his mistakes and reconcile. if it was you who returns first, his heart would literally shatter. 

- i feel like he would call you to come over to the favorite spot of yours, or maybe walk up to you one fine night, wrapping his arms around you, planting slow kisses on your neck. his way of apologizing is sometimes through affection, or touch. it’s like a reassurance that he’s going to be there for you, and he understands that arguments do happen once in a while. 

☆ c h u u y a.

- he might get really irritated. no cap. i have a feeling he might blow up on you just a little? but the irritation mostly comes from the moment the two of you start arguing. he clenches his fists a whole lot, might chew the inside of his lip, try not to look at you in the eyes because he might start tearing up too.

- oh he might go as far as to slamming his hands on the table, which would leave you taken aback by his actions. once he realizes what he did, he just crumbles because holy crap did he not want to see you panic. 

- chuuya doesn’t like silent treatment at all. i feel like he would have a fear of abandonment. the pre - port mafia days didn’t treat him right. at this point his heart is thumping hard because when you both begin the treatment, he knows he’s not going to go through this well. so how does he cope? wine. but he doesn’t go to a bar. it’s always from the stock he saves at home. he possibly never leaves the house, either - except for serious missions.

- he shakes when his comrades tell him to text you, so practically he would rather do it face to face. it seems way more better that way for him. this period lasts for about 2 days max. he can never go beyond that.

- cue him engulfing you into a warm cuddle sesh; it’s going to take a while for him to let go of you. he talks about how wrong he was, how he’s going to make it up for you - i feel like he would’ve gotten you something just in case. he’s just willing to spend tons for you i swear

☆ k u n i k i d a.

- i feel like one of his written ideals about you/arguments is him reminding himself that conversation is key. it doesn’t have to be any specific topics; it must be implemented in everything. i have a huge headcanon that kunikida tends to get nervous if he has to let out an opinion he never has put out about, until the very last minute where he has to decide his own fate - right or wrong?

- but nope, he’s not reserved. he would let you know exactly how does he feel during the argument, though he would never, ever try and raise his voice at you. let’s just say you accidentally raise your own, he wouldn’t be bothered by it either, and would maintain his composure.

- yes, he does get angry very easily. but when it comes to you his guard gets let down, and he is more of himself when it comes to conversations with you. fights are very rarely heated. 

- i think they do get pretty intense when he’s just so stressed out with work in general, worried if he could protect you during these trying times, paperwork maybe? or how you might take his job easily while he doesn’t. it doesn’t hit him at first but when he does realize that he screamed at you, his heart drops to his feet. the longest you have not talked to each other is for about a day.

- sometimes i forget that kunikida is younger than dazai. but anyway - if dazai notices kunikida’s sour face, and somehow dazai gets him to spit it all out. this would somehow give clarification to kunikida that his partner isn’t all that bad when it comes to advice. he would give pretty good ones and fulfil his role as a senior.

- when he apologizes he looks down at the floor, but slowly proceed to look up into your eyes if he realizes this is his opportunity to take. 10/10 would give you the smallest apologetic smile, and might even kneel while taking your hand. he’s just sooo in love with you aksjkdjkj

☆ a k u t a g a w a.

- hot-tempered. send tweet. 

- a little bit like chuuya to be honest. would bang his fists against a hard surface, stomp the floor, or crush any type of object he has in his hands. but never, ever expect him to use rashomon on you. having you in his life was more than a gift itself, so using his ability on you wouldn’t even be on the last things he would do.

- maybe when he does show his anger by banging and smashing things around, you would see a red glow which would cause you to back away or be afraid of him. this is his turning point. has he officially scared you already? was he bad? what did he look like in your eyes? what’s your next step?

- not talking to each other would probably last as long as a week? two weeks. it’s what i see. he gets scared of himself too, and might as well get a panic attack from what he has done to hurt his loved one. he’s always wanted you to be his first and last. would go to more missions to distract himself (and win most fights, but fail at forgetting about the argument you had). 

- in this case, it would take some time for him to loosen up and talk to someone about it. he might have done this once. only once, never repeated again because he’s just so embarrassed to do so. 

- aku would start the conversation. he’s lightly tap on your shoulder and might utter the words, “let’s talk” but tiny. as for affection, he would kiss your hand and look away, flushed. there would be this lil pout too, but at least you guys are one again.

(a/n): after a long time, here i am with a new fic for bsd!! i feel accomplished now UwU!! lemme know what you think!!🥰❤

[beuhakkaka]

I wrote something soeiwuhejekwiqi will I continue it? Maybe, who knows. We shall see Uwu. Be warned depictions of blood, death and all that fun stuff is here. Also spoilers for genshin kinda, so be warned.

ANYWAYS ON WITH THE PROGRAM.

The Archons Beloved

The land of Khaenri’ah was once a flourishing place of life and creativity. But now, it was just a desolate wasteland. The sustainer of heavenly principles had made her exit, leaving a path of death and destruction behind her. The streets were nothing more than rubble now, stained with the blood of the many souls who had died. Weeks later and the land still held the stench of iron. All the archons had left as well, following their leader. Leaving to rule their lands once again.

Well, all of the archons except for one. The archon of the wind, Barbatos remained. His lithe form circled the red skies over and over, as though he were an angel soaring through the skies. His cyan eyes darted across the destroyed land, searching and praying. Even if the chances of a human surviving the devastating attack was slim to none, his determination remained.

Barbatos’s guilt wouldn't let him leave. He had been too weak to retaliate against the sustainer's ruling, so he had followed her commands. After all, if he didnt Mondstat would surely meet Knaenri’ahs fate. His winds had taken the lives of too many. The only mercy he could offer was a quick and painless death.

Barbatos perched upon a large pile of rubble, looking over the city. The claws of shame sinking deep into his heart. He closed his eyes, clenching his fist. Despite his most valiant efforts, he once again came up empty handed. Not a single survivor. He truly was weak wasn't he? How could he go back to Mondstat and face his beloved people after this? Their Archon was a pathetic and weak killer. He lowered his gaze, a sad deep sigh leaving his chest. It didn't matter how desperately he searched or how long he screamed and yelled for someone. Anyone.

The humans were dead. All of them. A breeze blew over his defeated form, the wind carrying a sound... it was a cry. Despite how muffled and quiet it was, he could identify it immediately. A human. The cry had been choked and pained. Whoever it was, they were hurt. Barbatos felt his heart soar. A human, someone was alive! He didn't even spare a second, flapping his feathered wings and taking off. He followed the wind's direction, his heart racing. 

'Here' the winds whispered to him. He landed on the ground, staring at the rubble around him. The remains of a cottage surrounding him. The cry had come from here, he didn't doubt it. Yet there was no human visible. Barbatos refused to give up so soon though, so he searched. He called out as he moved through the rubble. “Hello! I heard your cries, I'm here to help you!!” He did his best to keep his voice as friendly and clear as possible, but after weeks of screaming his voice was raspy. Desperately he kept calling out, moving the rubble aside as he walked within the home. An anxious excitement behind every single one of his movements.

A survivor, truly it was a miracle. But despite his great efforts, there was no answer. There was no human here. Had he misheard his own cries for someone else's? He felt his heart lurch. No…he closed his eyes, falling to his knees. His form slumped, his wings falling loosely behind him. Barbato’s braids dangled loosely as he hung his head. His eyes burned as the hot, fat tears rolled down his cheeks. A broken quivering smile appeared on his lips as he spoke to himself. “Hah…how pathetic, a god who can't even save one person…” his breath heaved as he tried to contain his sobs, clenching his hand over his mouth. 

He just sat there, his body racking with pained sobs for what felt like hours. Finally, after allowing the emotions of grief to wash over himself again, he stood. Shaking, he moved to make his exit. His wings spread out again. Barbatos wondered if he should just go back home. Clearly there wasn't a single living being here. He was about to take off when again, something caught his attention.

Among the grays and browns of the destruction there was…red? But it wasn't red like blood. It was bright. Like hair. Human hair. A small tuft stook out from under a large broken log. Barbatos moved as though he were the wind itself, crouching down to the tuft of hair. His eyes widened from shock when he saw that attached to the tuft of red hair was a tiny human no larger than his index finger. Using the winds he pushed the log off of the tiny being, crouching down to get a better look at them. They were wearing a brown dress, something a peasant would wear. There was also a pool of blood surrounding them. Barbatos choked back a cry.

This tiny creature...they must have died recently. The blood was still fresh. This must have happened while he was feeling sorry for himself, once again a hatred flourished within him. Hatred for the sustainer of heavenly principles and himself. He reached towards the impossibly small creature, his lips pursed into a tight frown. Maybe he could at least give this being a proper burial. As soon as his fingers brushed against their form though, he saw their chest rise. He gasped, quickly and carefully scooping up the creature. Had he just imagined that? He cradled the being in his palm, flipping them onto their back. 

She was pale and was ghastly thin. She looked as though she would fade to dust with one mistouch. He registered this information subconsciously as he pressed his finger tip to her chest. He hoped with all his might that he would feel a heartbeat. Squeezing his eyes shut, he waited. “Please…please” He muttered under his breath. There it was. A thump. Weak and slow. He wouldn't have noticed it if he hadn't been focusing so hard. But that's all the confirmation he needed.

Cradling the being to his chest protectively, he spread his wings out once again and flew. Sparing a final glance to the destroyed city. He would save this one. No matter what it took. He was then gone, his redemption clutched carefully in his shaking palms.

[leftbrainrotsstuff]

hey hey hey! greetings from rare-and-beautiful-things :)

you said you didn't mind asks and requests, so here I am to beg for you to please feed me uwu. i gotta admit there's a thing that really troubles me since the start of my obsession with manager na. did you see the tattoos on his knuckles? do you actually think it's possible for him to keep these tattoos in pristine condition considering the strength of his punches? because I feel like the skin on his knuckles would be split open so many times, and the tattoos would be all messed up...

really loved these hcs about him heating up when excited and having trouble with lids cuz of rings lmao

do you have any hcs about his trauma? what do you think of his coping mechanisms? do you like bread? i got into these headcanon of baekjin baking his own bread not long ago, and i just cannot stop thinking about it

sorry for... much words lol, i was just excited to talk to you i guess. please don't take anything too seriously (unless you want to, in this case be my guest), and don't feel pressured to reply :)

have a beautiful day!

love ya 💙💙💙

Feed you I shall- please consider this a love letter to the only person I know who wants to read the dark corners of his mind like I do.

*cracks knuckles*

Donald Na, Baekjin Na, sun god, golden boy... what can I tell you about him?

Loooooooong drabble/headcanon slurry under the cut

I'll start where you did I guess- his tattoos.

UGH his tattoos .

Nothing has been a source of willing frustration for me like his tattoos.

I set out to map his tattoos (that we know of thus far) and learned....

some things

but I'll save that for another post- I'm sure it will be long and technical.

To answer your question-

The delicate swirls and symbols on his hands should be in shreds

Truly, there should be nothing recognizable

But they're perfect

and I think that's intentional

look at where he uses his fists

stomach, throat, etc.

He punches where his opponent physically caves to his will

Caves so that he never even takes a scratch.

Never breaks a sweat

Never ruffles carefully gelled hair

Never wrinkles the Versace that he wears like armor

Really, what else do you expect?

***

I really like the thought that despite the intelligence, the perfection, the violence, the wealth... Baekjin Na is still a 17 year old kid.

I mean- he's just one person.

(that deeply, viscerally hit me when I saw this art (link))

***

I'm actually realizing this as I write, but I'm similar to him on the childhood front-

For lack of a better term, he was bullied for his intelligence

Perfection? Shit's scary. Doesn't matter who you talk to.

His classmates? these kids saw strange, other, outsider, different and fought for their own little survival in their own way

But let me tell you- what Baekjin saw was a wall

a wall of people too stupid to see you- frightened little sheep too scared to wonder about the wool over their eyes.

It's infuriating

They're unreachable because they don't seem to speak the same language as you.

They seem to have a hive mind you don't have access to.

And oh ho hoooo let me tell you from experience

his DIRECT response to that is a bone-deep and powerful need to scream:

"look at me please take me seriously I am not beneath you I can be useful Take me seriously LOOK AT ME see me dammit."

It's such a powerful need you don't know you have it. It leaks out your eyes and your ears and you bleed it until it's who you are.

That is his identity- and we can still see it.

Because "look at me" turned to "worship me" turned to "kneel to me" turned to "bow to the king of everything you love".

I guess my argument here is his coping mechanism is his entire identity.

He copes in other ways though

He's a big symbols guy

The symbols of power he wears for other people's benefit

and a small symbol of life he keeps for himself-

bread

I can hear my literature teacher SCREECHING in my ear: Bread is communion Bread is a biblical symbol Bread brings people together Bread is a symbol of Life

And she's right

Bread is the symbol of life and strength and prosperity and communion and

maybe, just maybe

Bread is the one thing Baekjin can hold himself together around

I think I'll leave you with that

This ask was such an amazing surprise! and I had way too much fun thinking about it

[oblivions-dawn]

🖊 🖊 🖊 🖊 🖊 🖊 🖊

[SLAMS PENS INTO SENU’S HANDS]

[scoops up the pens] The power . . . (◕‿◕) Oh yeah. It's all coming together.

🖊 I definitely DON'T have another Skyrim fanfiction in the works I definitely don't--okay, fine, yes, I do. It's slow going because I HATE my introduction right now aaaaand haven't come up with how to fix it. Shatha is my Argonian Listener and she's GREAT. She's a little crazy and her backstory is . . . sad, I suppose, but she WILL make an appearance in Petrichor. Don't worry everyone EVERYTHING WILL ALL MAKE SENSE YOU JUST HAVE TO BE PATIENT! I'm really excited to write out Vig and Shatha's interactions [again] because they're very, shall I say, different from each other.

🖊 My eventual Harbinger of the Companions is a Khajiit named Do'Shavir and he loves Teldryn. At some point. But he's the sweetest of all of my OCs. He's genuine, honest, loyal, and good at heart. That means he's hurt easily and loves a lot, so I think the Companions questline would be super tough for him to handle due to all the vengeance and death that he faces. He would manage it though! He knows he has to learn and grow in order to become his very best uwu

🖊 I have a Breton Arch Mage [at the moment, I may tweak him in some ways at some point] named Vinsith and he's kiiiiind of evil. He's deep into the Daedric shit and will do anything to achieve his ends. He's also blind but uses 'magic' to see his way around! He's very charismatic towards everyone, so he's a character that has a mask he puts on for the public eye and is a very dark person in private. Let's just say that the Thalmor would be terrified of him.

🖊 My Thieves Guild Master is an Altmer named Aerwynn! I like her backstory that I've created so far but I may tweak it a little. I also have no idea who all I want her to like or romance or whatever as she's just an indecisive as she sounds. Maybe Brynjolf? Maybe Karliah? Maybe someone else entirely?? I don't know. She won't make up her mind. But she's good at being a thief and so that's why she is granted the rank of Master. I'm not sure how intimately involved she would get with Nocturnal, as I had plans to write her story out too [at some point] and certainly saw myself making changes to the questline [as one does when writing fanfiction eh?].

🖊 OH MY GOD I ALMOST FORGOT TO MENTION YOTUL!! As I'm sure everyone that has read up to chapter 5 has noticed, Yotul is not a character in the game! She's my own character, and one that I created to act as an interesting arch-nemesis to Vigdis [and Serana too]. Feran talked a little bit about what he knew of her. She's an Orsimer that's absolutely dedicated to Harkon after he saved her life and will prove to be a tough enemy. She won't play a huge part for the time being, but I do intend on having her cause problems for our favourite hunter and vampire.

🖊 Everyone should be worried about Vigdis because, seriously, I have so much planned for her. Perhaps too much. I know right now she's not really acting as the Dragonborn and is just a boring and sassy vampire hunter, but that will come into play in due time. In fact, if you have sharp eyes, it already has at least once OwO It's the little hints here and there that point to her being the Dragonborn--although they are a bit obscure and are kind of my own headcanons anyway so . . . IT WILL ALL MAKE SENSE SOME DAY AHAHAHAH [coughs] I'm fine

🖊 I also have two fraternal twins--one that's a Bard at the Bard's College and the other that ends up joining The Blades. I forget their names right now and I'm too lazy to pull up the document with all this information, but they're Bosmer! The guy that joins the Blades is a bit of a little bitch, but at least his sister is mellow and nice lsjgkdlgjl

🖊 LOOK! AN EXTRA PEN!! I have a Snow Elf OC whom I've shared photos of here named Helthune. She's been through a lot [I'm sorry for making you suffer--]. At some point I plan for her to end up in Gelebor's care, who becomes her adoptive dad because she DESERVES that, at the very least. Plus he seems like he's great dad material. Don't you think??

Uh oh. It seems I've run out of ink despite having an extra pen. [shoves empty pens into back pocket] Until next time.

[jigensass]

My 2022 Review: Section 3 - Vidja Games

In the last section, we ended off with a brief intro into what 'Obey Me! Shall we Date?' franchise entailed.

And I have, not so much a theory, just a correlation, that I will discuss after going into this gatcha franchise (more like 'water is wet' statement), as well as some discussion on mental health.

I've going to avoid all of the detailed stuff about it by linking this post I made earlier this year back when I was in the heat of playing the game and only having spent money to boost one card I liked, and maybe throw $20 here and there.

In summary: the plot has good premise, from parts Seasons 1 - 3 of the game {Season 1: Chapters 1 -20, Season 2: Chapters 21-40, etc.}. However, I have heard echoes from more well-versed fans of the series that Season 4: Chapters 61-80 were not great for multiple reasons in regards to the plot (I never made it this far into the game, I stopped around chapter 50), but the art and misc. content being put into the franchise is decent.

I've also seen a lot of people catch onto the....very questionable decisions that were picked up during dialogue. It's kind of dodgy and questionable, but they're the 7 princes of Hell, not some BTS crew who hasn't committed at least one war crime {this is a joke or assumption that all KPOP stars are precious little uwu angel boys because I know nothing about KPOP except the word BTS} (spoiler: all of the characters in Obey Me have committed at least war crime, yes even YOU the MC. Edit: probably the only character that has not committed a war crime and ironically is the only character you cannot date in the game and that is Luke)

(I mean, look at him, I don't have to explain why he's not datable.)

And ESPECIALLY stay away from playing the game IF YOU DON'T HAVE IMPULSE CONTROL.

Between the months of March, May, June, October, November, and into this month as well, my personal life has not been great and my mind has been in some bad places. And when so much stress and trauma seem to seep into my head, I tend to want to dissociate and forget that reality is a thing. Because literally two weeks after writing that article, a brand new event launched on the app and my investment on microtransactions to boost cards and get pulls that I wanted hit a four digit USD number. After Lucifer's birthday back in June, I had to stop playing or I was going to drain my bank account. I was that depressed and desperate for any kind of dopamine to hit my veins that I was willing to spend my life savings for happiness on fictional characters. I do regret the choice I made looking back, but in the moment I could have cared less.

The same thing happened to me when I played Mystic Messenger a few years back, but I knew where to draw the line sooner rather than later when I noticed the dent in my checking account.

Don't get me wrong, I still love the character designs and the characters themselves. I just don't want to get sucked into what is essentially, an addiction, like that, ever again.

PS I am making this not rebloggable so if you have any other hot takes on OB: SWD, please reply, send me a DM, or an ask in my inbox I would love to hear your thoughts. Conclusion: Don't play gatcha dating simulators when you're severely depressed.

Going to start off with the games I actually have finished.

Sherlock Holmes Chapter One

Okay, now that is out of the way, I can fully discuss the first game I played in full this year from the Ukranian Chads at Frogwares: Sherlock Holmes Chapter One.

This is kind of like a fanon prequel to the canon storyline where Sherlock grew up on this island known as Cordona, a melting pot of an island in the Mediterranean where you solve mysteries around the island, as well as into Sherlock's past of as to what actually happened in this re-imagined tale.

Warning: if you are very sensitive and get triggered from by-gone era culture, do not play this game. Even the game warns you up front what you are about to dive into, and even I, who has been getting less ruffled by triggering things over the years, had some 'yikes' moments when playing.

The reason I didn't give a full analysis the first time around playing is because I was a broken shell by playing the ending. Seriously, NO SPOILERS GO PLAY IT FOR YOURSELF.

okay maybe a few.

This is Sherlock, you can dress him up in multiple different outfits for funsies, and the writing is incredibly tongue and cheek.

If you are also interested in Lovecraftian horror, Frogwares is also remaking one of their older games where it a crossover of Lovecraft Horror and Holmes so, if that is your cup of tea.

Now only if we could get a remake of this....then my life would be complete.

I am currently playing through Sherlock Holmes: Nemesis and it's glorious, the Part 6 Lupin actually needed.

Disco Elysium

I blame Tumblr. Specifically that one gif of break dancing harry, this was the one that grabbed my attention to this weird little RPG.

I went in blind so I had little to no idea what to do, but loved how the game was set up all around D&D-style roll checks. I do want to play the game again to see what I missed the first time around, as well as mess around with builds to see what is most effective to getting what I want (note: I tried building Jigen and I think I softlocked myself out of progression because I couldn't pass any of my checks).

Funky Little Game that I enjoyed. 10/10.

Hades

I technically beat the game for the first time and now I'm on level 2 (I'm not good at rougelike it took me nearly 100 tries to get out the first time). But man do I love...everything about this game.

Favorite weapon is the spear. Favorite love interest is Miles Ed-I MEAN THANATOS.

And I can't wait to play the sequel when it releases.

The Great Ace Attorney 2: FINALLY FINISHED IT

I gave a lot of crap to this game duo set last year, especially to the last trial of the first game where it dragged and dragged, and dragged to nothing and everyone by the end of the trial, had admitted to committing one sort of crime or another.

But finally I got around to force myself to finish the second game right where I left off and....it was actually good? The plot twists (though I knew some of them, but not the two most important plot twists) had some logical thought put into them? And the ending case was excellent with how the game mechanics played out?

Why didn't we get this in the first game?

Powerwashing Simulator/House Flipper

It was annoying at times, and the plot (yes a simulator game had a PLOT) was bonkers, but I had a chill time with it. 8/10 for stimulation.

I've also been playing some more House Flipper lately to chill off which helped a bit.

Spider-Man: Miles Morales

I beat this game in a span of a couple of days, and I don't remember much about it, but I do remember having a good time for how short the campaign actually was.

8/10

Ghostwire Tokyo

My Diamond in the Rough of 2022 that was published by Bethesda. Japanese modern era horror? Sign me up! The atmosphere of the game is eerie, a contrast on what I was playing back in 2021.

8/10

Monster Prom, Monster Camp, & Monster Road Trip

I'm going to put these games all together since they're from the same series and I bought them in a set.

Note: These games are better with friends (I've...mostly been playing alone) and co-op is necessary when it comes to hitting the objectives in Road Trip so you can plan out your routes accordingly.

Overall, they're fun games to play if you have some down time.

Basically this trilogy of games is a visual novel dating simulator for monster fuckers. My favorite character? Milo Belladonna, hands down. They ooze aesthetic.

Side note: I have been planning to write this compilation review list for months now and the only thing that has been glued in my head to write down is this:

ICHIBAN IS THE WEED TREE!

Context: Magic Tree Mike is voiced by Kaiji Tang, aka Goro Yatagarasu from Lupin Parts 5-6 and KASUGA ICHIBAN FROM YAKUZA 7 (it's hilarious his running joke is telling characters that they're the chosen one)

Games I revisited/am currently playing now/games on hiatus that have not been mentioned

God of War aka Dad Simulator 2018

ProZd picking up a voice acting role in the sequel is what caused me to get into this 4 years later.

I'm not far into the game (I'm currently in Alfheim), and I'm enjoying it so far. The cutscenes are gorgeous and flow wonderfully together with the actual gameplay, which as it stands, is better than Yakuza. And I'm actually being presented a challenge when it comes to battling enemies. I've died a handful of times and I haven't gotten upset because they've all been my fault to just git gud. I'm hoping to enjoy this game to the end so I can get the sequel on the cheap side.

Dragon Quest XI S Echoes of an Elusive Age Definitive Edition

I started this game two years ago and picked it up again because I couldn't find something else to play and...so far it's nothing special, just your standard run of the mill JRPG. The only complaint I have so far is that the casino is entirely based on luck and requires no skill to play, unlike what I'm used to in Yakuza when playing Blackjack.

I just got all the party together and I'm off to fight a tentacle monster, but I hit another grind wall.

Stray

10/10 for cat.

8/10 for the very unsettling undertones of the overall plot. I'm probably not going to go back to it for the dystopian horror alone because it kind of makes me uncomfortable.

Assassin's Creed IV: Black Flag

I've already been slandered earlier this year for what I said about Blackbeard, the Gentlemen Pirate, and Our Flag Means Death.

It's Assassin's Creed with Pirates, what more could you ask for? Although, I have played a bit of Valhalla and I can see that this game was the one that started the beginning of 'less assassins, more random countries with assassins as the side plot' because the main character of this game does not care about the plot that Ezio was fighting for in his trilogy years before the plot of 4 happened.

Crafting system is no me gusta. 6/10.

The Wolf Among Us

I will get back to this....eventually. Story is pretty decent and I like Bigby. 9/10.

World of Final Fantasy

I don't know if I will plan to complete this game from beginning to end, but I'm committed since I'm already at the halfway point. This game is just Pokemon: Final Fantasy edition so I'm not that invested in the plot, but I am interested as to what happened to these two twins. Like, are they even real or is this a Pokemon Scarlet and Violet moment?

Even if I do quit at some point, there is only one character I must interact with if I don't decide to carry on and it was decided the last time I played, which was six months ago.

In case you don't understand, this is why

I had some cool transition into the next segment, but I really don't have one.

Something involving the current blorbos I've collected and how their current theme is

overworked

underpaid

best at what they do

always grumpy upfront

either wants the simplest things in life or has refined taste

deemed as 'dad'

internally depressed

actually a big softie on the inside

may or may not be straight

[anyone-who-cares]

I posted 251 times in 2022

That's 251 more posts than 2021!

18 posts created (7%)

233 posts reblogged (93%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@whenyoureoutonyourown

@mansplain-manipulate-malewife

@gogocactus

@this-is-trivial

@gerardwayoftheday

I tagged 74 of my posts in 2022

#youtube - 6 posts

#fave - 6 posts

#art - 5 posts

#mcr - 4 posts

#lol - 4 posts

#pool boy at the vampire mansion - 2 posts

#save - 2 posts

#yep - 2 posts

#love it :') - 2 posts

#ahhhhhhhhh - 2 posts

Longest Tag: 69 characters

#i think you might have reblogged this from me before now i'm not sure

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

I'll probably use this account to interact with people, i.e. reblogging and messaging... We shall see ^^

4 notes - Posted November 2, 2022

#4

Here are some Gerard Way's I did a while back (sorry, couldn't find the link to it :( )

See the full post

5 notes - Posted November 2, 2022

#3

🐹 uwu owo

WHAT DO YOU MEAN I'M NOT INTIMIDATING???????

that's fine rly, you can think what u want ^^ uwu owo

(but not even a bit intimidating?)

6 notes - Posted November 2, 2022

#2

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pool boy

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7 notes - Posted November 2, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

@loser-lawliet

9 notes - Posted December 3, 2022

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