#i think thats the only one where i managed to capture his likeness
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khanidae · 1 year ago
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Something a little different: concept sketches because I can't commit to drawing actual reference sheets for these guys. Humans are a struggle...
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323cutie · 1 month ago
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taste of violet found. | cjh
pairing ୨୧ jongho x reader
word count ୨୧ 650
genre ୨୧ suggestive !! bffs to lovers, figuring things out ;), i tried to embody jongho's sexiness lmk if it worked
warnings ୨୧ again suggestive but thats kind of it i think
author's note ୨୧ remember when i talked abt this ages ago. Well anyways i wanted this to be a very intimate work saur i tried to capture that
18+ mdni!!
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It’s taken months to get here. Years, if you count all the time you didn’t know you wanted it. 
It was a slow realization, you think. A tender feeling latching onto your bones, sinking into your joints. Your best friend changed, or maybe you did, or maybe you just opened your eyes. And it has taken months of aching and yearning and reaching.
Jongho is right in front of you now.
Somehow, so much closer than ever before, the ache is stronger. Your fingertips twitch at the idea of touching him, feeling his hands, his hair. And you know – have known for a little while now – that anything from you is welcomed, encouraged, but you’re hesitant. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and Jongho hums.
“You’re thinking too much,” he murmurs. Your heart rate spikes at the sound of his voice in your quiet living room. “It’s just me.”
He shifts, but doesn’t touch. You know he’s letting you take the reigns here – but you don’t know how to explain that your hesitance isn’t necessarily from nerves, but rather excitement. Something warm bubbles underneath your skin and you’ve spent so long trying to keep it below a simmer, but now it’s boiling over. Jongho watches as you lean closer to him on your couch, gentle despite your anticipation, your fingers brushing over his where they rest on his lap.
The contact sends jolts of electricity through you. “Not really nervous,” you tell him, watching where he folds your hands together, playing with your fingers. He offers a questioning look, and you swallow. “Just, ah.”
It’s times like this you remember that Jongho is your best friend. Known you for so long, knows how you work, what you say without words. You took the first step but now he’s leading, a waltz only the two of you know. He runs his free hand over the top of your knee, barely crossing into the flesh of your thigh. It makes you shiver. “Hm?” He inquires, though you have a feeling he already knows.
You want to be honest, want to say what’s on your mind. Your face still burns when you manage to find your voice, and Jongho’s even closer than before. “Want you.”
His eyebrows shoot up like he wasn’t expecting you to say it – maybe he really didn’t know. (Impossible not to, you think, considering the state you’re in.) But the minute surprise fades quickly and he sighs when you interlock your fingers. “That so?” He murmurs, and you nod, but you’re not sure it’s an actual question. His face is so close to yours that you can smell his cologne; so familiar and homey, so calm and alluring. “That’s good, then. We’ve got all night.”
It’s all new. There’s something unnerving about crossing such a bold line with someone you’ve known for so long, but the familiarity of Jongho easily quells all of your worries, the reason you’re even here in the first place. Tonight is an experiment more than anything else, reaching closer to something you’ve never experienced before but can practically taste.
You start to lean forward but pause, unsure. You started it, but what if he’s setting the pace? Jongho notices and huffs out a gentle, fond laugh that makes you swoon. “Do whatever you want with me,” he says, so casually. 
Trust he’s passing over to you. Care, or maybe something more, that shines in his eyes. So you listen and lean forward all the way until your lips touch his, a reprieve. His kiss feels like an oasis in a hot desert, lush and green and full of life.
Standing eye to eye in the sunrise, something to give each other. You push and he falls until you’re both caught in one another. The world melts away and takes the two of you with it.
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bonkbobl · 3 months ago
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beautiful fool
ROOSE BOLTON X READER | PART 2
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a/n: wait okay i didn't mean to fall down this rabbit hole but roose bolton can get it i dont really care. genuinely sometimes i forget that hes a bad... bad bad bad man. he has that flavor of bad thats just so alluring though i cant resist. i forget that the boltons often torture people for fucks and giggles but rewatching the scene where roose just fucks with jamies head for no reason other than thinking it might be funny made me think to what lengths would he go for something he actually wants. warning that its unedited and unplanned and this is more or less a train of thought fic.
summary: he had to have you. whatever it takes.
warning: REALLY explicit, major dubious consent, honestly headed toward straight noncon. very problematic trope of being forced to fuck but then enjoying it. forced marriage. id say dark roose but lowkey this is pretty in character for this bad bad bad man bad man. bad man.
Your heart raced out of your chest, fear even threatening to bubble and explode out of your throat. You almost got away. You nearly escaped. And here you were, tackled into the mud just by the river by men who wanted to hurt you. Hurt you and whatever was left of your family.
The men who whispered taunts in your ear as they tied your hands behind your back laughed. These were the same men who just two days ago invited the woman who you call mother and the man who was like a brother to you into their home to feast and murdered them.
You knew they'd send out a hunting party after you. But you thought swimming in the water might throw them off your scent. You weren't so lucky.
And as they dragged you back, the words of those men rang ominously through your head, "It's too bad the lord wants her untouched. I'd very much like to touch this one."
A lurking feeling told you that you'd probably have preferred to fall into the river and crack your head open on some jagged rock than find out what use the Lord of the Dreadfort had for you.
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"What happens if I refuse," You asked, lifting your chin in defiance, as much defiance as you could manage with your arms tied behind your back.
Roose tilted his head at you almost like he was amused that you'd even think you have a say in the matter in the first place. "Then I'll put a bastard baby in you," he responded, his frankness and lack of shame sending cool shivers down your back. "And once the bastard is born I'll put another in you."
You couldn't help the frustrated tears that pooled in your eyes and you ripped your gaze away from him, fear bubbling in your chest and making you feel sick.
"Whore of Winterfell, or Lady Bolton. It's your decision, love."
Ever since that conversation you had pondered how likely it is you'd make it even a few miles before you were captured, either by Bolton hunters or the Ironborn. Either would be unpleasant. You wondered if you could find a way to just be done with it all and join your ward family in the seven heavens rather than fight. But you knew you could never bring yourself to. You were one of the living, through and through. You had to run.
And plan, you did, but no opportunity came. It was only a matter of time before you were put in a pretty white dress and brought under a Godswood to speak your vows to the man who betrayed your true king.
All you could think was why. Why cant he just let you go. You have no legitimate claim that could threaten him. You're not a stark. You're just a girl. You don't come from a large family. Not one of influence. There are no banners to raise. No substantial actions you could take against the new wardens of the north. You were more likely to die trying to run north than you were to be any kind of threat.
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It wasn't like Roose to hold affections for any particular person. It was rare for him to even feel a vague sense of fondness towards anyone. A person is useful and competent. If they aren't then at best they are a nuisance that he could do without, at worst a threat to the Bolton name.
But you.
You were every bit as much a fool as the man who took you in as a ward, and that same mans son who grew up with you. You fretted over honor and doing the right thing when your enemies would not pay a second thought. You argued in favor of the late Queen Talisa's insistence on helping both Northern and Royal forces, allocating countless coppers toward medicating the enemy.
You aggravated Roose to no end when you first began to speak out. And yet he found that his eyes would always meet yours, rake downward against his will really. And though it only added to his aggravation, he brushed those feelings aside as the natural desires of a man.
He, in no way, found you difficult to gaze upon. It was infuriating, even more so that you seemed to understand the effect you had on men, flirting about with the son of Karstark and joking crudely with the men as if you weren't a lady to be respected.
And yet he found a stirring in him when you'd make an innuendo that was a little too risque.
He soon found it difficult to not think of you. Especially when you, the beautiful fool, revealed yourself to be of a sharper mind than even the King in moments.
"I love Talisa, truly, but think about it, Robb. You may be winning battles right now. But if you become too close to her, your closest advisors may falter. You risk losing the war."
"We have little food to sustain the rest of the camp, perhaps it'd do the Northern cause some good to do something about the overflowing kennels. As distasteful as it is to execute so many."
"Karstark will be avenged if you go through with this, please Robb. His forces make up a third of ours. Think. Think about it, I beg you."
Roose was irked by the fact that he agreed with you on more occasions than not, but he was impressed nevertheless. And it only kept you on his mind more. No, it wasn't love, Roose was sure of it, it erred more on the side of an intrigue that escalated to the point of near obsession. You were, after all, young, beautiful, thoughtful, and you held a level head. More strong than his first wife, less stiff and rigid than his second. More alluring and exciting than both.
The way Roose saw it, Robb Stark was becoming more dangerous to the interests of the North, growing increasingly reckless as the war went on. It was really his duty to usurp the so called King in the North, whod surely lead all the great Northern Houses to extinction if this masquerade continued on. You, however, would be a great loss if you were to drown alongside the wolf.
A great loss, indeed. Not to any higher purpose, you were not from any significant house. No, you just deserved to live. It baffled Roose to know he felt that way about any one person. But he reasoned it's simply because he wants you for himself. His pretty little wife — you'd fit that role so well.
He even remembered the way the old Lord Frey cackled when he stated his intentions with you.
"Marry any of my daughters and I will give you her weight in silver, My Lord. An offer of good faith and my grandson shall become Warden of the North."
"I'm honored by the offer, believe me. But I already have a prize that I've set my eyes on."
Frey's eyebrows arched in amusement.
"The Stark Ward," Bolton answered the unspoken question.
And the old man laughed, harder than a man his age should be able to, and sure enough his joy was cut short by a few uncouth coughs. "Pretty slut. I cannot say I blame you, Lord Bolton. I'm embarrassed I didn't think to take that pretty thing as my spoils before you did."
Roose offered a polite smile and hum, "I'll wed one of your children or perhaps grandchildren to whatever child I will have with my new wife."
Frey chuckled, nodding, "Hm, expect me to remember such a promise, my lord..." Then with a sardonic smirk, the lecherous old man spoke again, "Eh, I assume you aren't the type of man to like to share, are you, Lord Bolton."
And Roose's smile dropped into a hard glare. Frey laughed again, waving him off.
"A joke," he reassured, "Alright. After we kill the boy and his mum, you keep the whore. I cant wait to see how you deign to tame the bitch."
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The very same halls you grew up in echoed terribly as your husband led you to the chambers you would share. The Lords chambers. You remember running to this very room to pester your Lord and Lady, sometimes Sansa or her older brother running alongside you.
Lord Bolton hardly spoke a word to you. All the better, for you could not bear to look at him. All those months of sitting across him as both of you counseled the proclaimed King in the North, and you thought you knew the man. You even admired him, vied for his approval. You thought him to be intelligent, more clear headed than the men that are easily driven by anger or lust and other vices of men. You'd smile to yourself on the occasions he'd agree with you or appear to approve of your advise.
To be honest, you thought Lord Bolton had no such love or affection toward you, especially in the very beginning when he wouldn't even stop to regard you, or he'd clearly speak over you, brush you aside, advise your king the opposite of the words you'd spoken. You thought he saw you as a mere child, playing at king and hand like you and Robb would as babes.
Now you think he really must have hated you. You wonder how long he hated Robb, and all the Starks, all their allies. But you, he must have hated you especially. Why he would feel the need to subject you to the greatest torture of living with him, being bred by him, carrying child after child, you wondered why why why. Why does he hold so much resentment toward a young girl. He must be a sad man.
You suddenly realized he was staring at you, watching your teary eyes, your clenched jaw, your shaky breath. You stared him in his cold eyes, defiant. Though you knew it was useless. You knew what would come next. He made it clear.
Whore of Winterfell, or Lady Bolton.
Was there any difference?
For Lady Bolton, the children you bear him would be heirs rather than bastards. For Lady Bolton, you'd have a title, your "honor" in tact. But everything that mattered would remain the same. Youd take him nightly. You could only hope for him to cease his visits once a babe has taken to your belly
"Lady Bolton," your husband commanded your attention.
You faced him, inches away from the bed. He towered over you and you did your best at a feeble attempt to not let him intimidate you. You were scared. You wanted to be strong but the thought of what was to come next was scaring you. There's no escape.
"Lord Bolton," you replied, nothing but spite in your tone.
He breathed a humorous scoff, shaking his head slightly, "Undress yourself," he said, barely above a whisper, challenging you by tilting his head to the side. His eyes were so cold, barely feeling. You'd not be surprised if he told you he wasn't human.
Swallowing, you began unlacing your dress, attempting to remain hard as steal. But a tear finally trickled down your face when his hand reached up to cup it.
Your fingers stalled to a halt when he leaned in to kiss the tear, an action that would be comforting from any other man but you knew he meant to mock you. This was meant to be humiliating. He doesn't care for you. He kisses your tears away to remind you he doesn't care. He might even like it. Stop crying.
But you couldn't. You squeaked out a small sob as his lips came down to meet yours, hungry and demanding. Your shaky breath let out a heavy sigh through your nose and the feeling of fear strangely extinguished from your chest for a moment. Instead, your chest rose and you met him in his kiss.
His lips were surprisingly soft, his tongue felt dirty in your mouth but you couldn't explain why you didn't want to bite it off and spit it out. Instead you felt helpless and you let his tongue roam your mouth with little to no fight. When he pulled away from you, a string of spit tried desperately to keep the two of you connected but smacked against your chin after a mere second.
Your breath was heavy, cheeks wet with tears, flushed and probably looking a mess. You didn't want to imagine it. The vague sense of disgust with yourself remained but it just felt slightly different. You didn't know how to place it. It stirred rather pleasantly in your lower tummy and you felt really tense down there.
"I will repeat this command. But for the future, I want it to be known that I don't enjoy repeating myself. Undress yourself."
You heard his words clearly and allowed him to kiss you again. Your fingers clumsily and hurriedly worked at your dress. You stripped yourself bare as he did as he liked, kissing, nipping at your lips. His hands explored the new inches of your body as they became more and more exposed to him.
They roamed over your back, and back in front to cup your soft tits, weighing them, toying with your nipple... roamed back down your back, squeezing your firm ass. You couldn't place the feeling, you couldn't place it. You didn't like the feeling. You wanted it to stop. And yet if he pulled away you felt as if you might lean back into his touch inexplicably. You'd hate it but you'd go back for more.
Whenever he groped you a little too hard, you'd whine without even realizing it and Roose's pleasure would grow. Once you were fully naked, you grew awkward, not knowing what to do with your hands so you backed toward the bed. But he followed.
The rough fabric of his clothes felt harsh against your soft skin. You had nothing to do but whimper again and when you turned your head away, he simply let you, instead taking the opportunity to finally look at you, his little wife. Beautiful, clever, stubborn little wife.
You ducked your head, crying, confused at the way you felt, confused as to why you weren't fighting him harder. And that spurred you to begin.
Roose realized you weren't fighting him the second he kissed you and he shared your confusion for a second until he felt your tongue caressing his in reciprocation. He's sure you hadn't even fully realized your own actions as you had rushed to comply with his orders.
He half expected you to be a shy blushing bride but this reminded him that you were a little of a tease with Robbs men, cracking nasty jokes that a lady should not have been aware of. You were no blushing bride. In fact, you were a bit of a slut. A tease.
And suddenly, it struck him that the behavior hadn't so much aggravated him in the way that he thought. In fact the memory of you flirting with those men who were now burried in the ground or thrown into the river, gave him this strong sense of accomplishment to have you here.
Roose began undoing his trousers, unsheathing himself to your horror and you pushed him away, escaping the only way you were permitted, crawling on the bed and trying to get over to the other side. Roose was too fast, grabbing your ankle and pulling you down.
You fell but you kicked him in the chest and he laughed, dropping your ankle, but only so he could grasp your hips firmly and pull you back along the edge of the bed.
"Down, girl," he commanded, as if you were a dog.
You cried, clawing at anywhere to escape to. But he was right behind you and as you looked around, you knew it was hopeless. Still the fight burned on in your chest. Then you heard a smack and a sharp pain in your buttock, jolting you under your husband.
Another one came because you refused to calm yourself, then his hand slipped between your thighs and he spanked you again as another feeble warning.
"My lady," He started, waiting for you to calm finally before chuckling. Then your torturer informed you of something, no doubt to break your spirits, "Are you aware, Lady Bolton, how wet your cunt is?"
His rough weathered fingers rubbed at your entrance, barely pushing in and sure enough the sound of your slick being rubbed and spread around, filled your ears. Your fists balled the sheets under it and your legs helplessly kicked up, though with no purpose. You couldn't get away. From him. From your shame. From your body's betrayal.
"Your womb is begging me to fill it. You feel it, don't you?" He taunted, "You're confused, aren't you. Stupid, confused, little wife."
His fingers slipped away and you fought to catch your breath, fists relaxing because he stopped. But then his fingers were replaced by something thicker and hotter and your struggle resumed. Your hips squirming but all it did was slicken his cockhead for an easier entrance.
"Let me clear your confusion, stupid little wife." Roose cooed to you, the tone of his voice unfitting of the cruel words. "You are exactly where you belong. Under your husband, serving your husband. The Warden of the North. There's no need to fight your fate or fight your pleasure as you are exactly where you belong."
Then he began pushing into you and your toes clenched, back arching inexplicably. The new angle that you provided made it easier. You knew it didn't make sense but it made perfect sense to Roose, who chuckled behind you, smacking your ass, this time not in displeasure but as a praise. Your body twitched at it, cunt squeezing and pulsing around him as if it were trying to suck it in.
Your moans grew more wanton as he pushed in torturously slow. And of course it hurt, stung, when he forced past your maidenhead but you couldn't even bring yourself to squirm away from that. You were rightfully his.
When his hips met yours, he just held himself buried inside you for a few seconds and you continued to contract and twitch around him, small squeaks of confusion escaping your throat against your will. You couldn't stop squirming. The sensation of something so big filling you stirred you uncontrollably.
A hand trailed down your thigh, nudging it upward and you followed the movement, allowing him to prop your leg up on the bed. Then he began thrusting and your face heated up when you heard just how wet you were. Each time his hips pressed flush against you, youd feel the cool sensation of your slick on his balls.
It was all so vivid. Even if you couldn't see what was going on behind you. You knew. And the most shameful noises forced past your throat as your husband fucked you deeply and slowly.
"Listen to yourself," Roose muttered, hands coming up to grab your shoulders.
It allowed him to hammer deeper and harder into you, the sharpness of his thrusts contrasting the slow strokes he started with. You cried out, shameful but you were horrified to find that you did not want him to stop. Not when he was... oh his cock was hitting something inside you. Deep inside you.
"Keep making those noises, darling wife. I cant tell if I enjoy your pleasure more or your tears."
You cried out, a small sob at the end of it. And despite your better judgement, you turned your head to look at your husband. Your naked body contrasted so much with his garments, which stayed mostly unmoved. Only his pants and breeches were pulled down to his mid thigh.
His expression hardened upon evaluating your features. There was nothing more beautiful, your lips parted in a pleasure that confused you. The tears had dried by now but your hair was a mess and your eyes swollen and pinkish. Not to mention the way you were splayed out beneath him. He landed a firm spank to your buttocks again, aiming to leave marks.
You whimpered, eyebrows coming together as your pussy clamped down around him. Roose grabbed your hip that was propped higher than the rest of your body due to your leg that was positioned on the bed. And he used that hip as leverage to pull your body into him.
The confusion within you turned to fear when an unfamiliar feeling began building within you. You cried out loudly and involuntarily clamped down even harder around him, pulsing uncontrollably as he jackhammered into you ruthlessly, intensifying when his hands abandoned your hips for your neck.
You couldn't help but feel as if you were reduced to a little object. He could grab you wherever and however he wanted and pull you against his cock and you had nowhere to run and yet you couldn't even deign to lift your legs and kick at him. You surrendered to the smallness that he made you feel, cries and distress replaced by whimpers and submission.
You came to find your body shaking and convulsing with a blinding kind of pleasure. Even your moans died into a breathy, shaky sigh, back arching as you sank further into the sheets beneath you. Your lord gave no sign of stopping, another self satisfied hum rumbling from his chest.
"Good, so good, darling. I knew you would come to enjoy your new position."
And with that you were filled again with shame, though not yet strong enough to overshadow the stubborn pleasure which muted any feelings that might incite discomfort. You especially could not feel displeased when your husband firmly snapped his hips into you, releasing a grunt. He continued to pump into you, slowly but firmly. sighing along with his thrusts. It was the only compromise in composure that he allowed you to see and you were only sure at this point that he was finished with you.
Surprisingly the spilling of his seed didn't feel like much but your cunt squeezed him, as if it was aware. And you felt satisfaction wash over you, as if your body was also aware.
To your shock and shame, your ass gyrated beneath him, rolling itself against him to fully milk him for all he had to offer you. And you hid your face, pausing once you realized.
After recovering from his release, Roose watched you closely, appreciating the way you still squirmed, restless. You moved your leg back down to the floor and pushed back, hips meeting his and your cunt convulsed again around him due to the overstimulation. He stood like a barrier, looming over you a he rested his hands on the edge of the bed where your hips were and your restless little cunt continued to twitch and pulse as you tried to compose yourself desperately.
You breathed deeply but it was hopeless. You could not walk away with your dignity, fully aware of how Lord Bolton stared upon his Lady Bolton, satisfied with how you gave into him so easily.
You shivered and your breath hitched when he landed a kiss to your shoulder blade. Then you sighed, settling down again for him. And a needy whimper confirmed your submission.
Roose loomed over you, giving you another small kiss on your temple.
"You did well, my lady."
The approval got to you. Your days on Robbs counsel trying your best to say anything intelligent that would make him accept you as an equal. It all led you to this moment. But you never did accomplish your goal of being viewed as an equal, at least it didn't feel that way in this moment. His softening cock still inside you, the only thing stopping his spend from trickling down your leg. Oh the shame of it all.
"I'm pleased to find that you enjoyed it as much as I did."
"No," You protested but in your voice you could tell you didn't even believe yourself.
Lord Bolton merely laughed. And you whimpered again, willing yourself to sink into the bed and disappear. Then your husband pulled back and spread your ass cheeks apart, giving you a lengthy thrust. Though he was not as hard as he was moments ago, the movement was enough to make you shiver.
"Then we should try again in a half mark of an hour. I shall train my lady wife to welcome me into her bed."
You bit the inside of your mouth to prevent another whimper but it was ripped from you when Lord Bolton spanked you again.
Oh yes, Roose Bolton would commit a thousand betrayals and massacre a hundred false Kings if it meant he'd end up with you, here, to warm his bed.
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chiefbeifongcanrailme · 2 months ago
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Hello!! I would like to request a Linzin fic, when tenzin broke up with lin ofc she is mad but then suddenly starts bleeding, thats when they realize she has been pregnant but it was just a cryptic pregnancyy and her losing her period weren't her going into menopause.
The story basically is just Tenzin trying to get her forgiveness, and lin being "Would you be here knealing if I wasn't pregnant?" I want it to hurt ok🥰
Hello! Here is my attempt at a painful cryptic pregnancy Linzin. I hope this is what you were looking for.
It was that damned healer. That waterbending, icy bitch of a woman- who told her that she was done for couldn't have been more wrong. Lin should've gone to Katara. Spirits, she should have seen Kya instead.
Because now there she was, dismembered in a way she never thought her crime-fighting days could land her. Thankfully, every part of her body was still intact. What she was losing now was nothing she was born with.
The bathroom floor was bright red. Her vision kept shifting from black to red and back.
She only allowed herself to give in to the darkness when she felt the door to her house fling open from under her feet. Someone had entered her home. Someone was looking for her. Someone was going to find her. Someone was going to save both of them.
For the first time, Lin felt pain in her body like never before. This hurt far more than breaking a rib or getting stabbed in the thigh. Her emotions were unfathomable. To think she felt grief for something she never knew she had.
Her entire life would've been upside down had she known this whole time.
"What? A cryptic pregnancy...,"
"Will she be- will they both be—"
"Lin didn't know! She couldn't have known!"
"If you would please just let me see her..."
Lin was in an out of consciousness for what felt like days. Really, it had only been a few hours but it felt like a whole lifetime went by. She couldn't work out whose voices they were. It all felt like she had voices inside her head.
Sleep took over once again. This time it was quiet, dark and numb, like in a vacuum.
The first thing Lin realized was that she could feel her eyelids on her eyes. Her hand twitched, reminding herself that her body was whole. She was still very much there. Her toes wiggled in response. Slowly her fingers contracted, and she forced her eyes open.
She saw more red. This time accompanied with yellow.
What was he doing here? Who let him in? Don't people know better? She didn't destroy Air Temple Island for nothing after all, did she? Some destruction her meltdown had caused. That was the only time she lost control of her bending. Her emotions were volcanic- they had consumed her being, soul and body, and exploded all over the Island.
How was Tenzin both the only and the last person she wanted to see?
“Lin!” He cried, almost to himself.
Lin stirred slowly. She suddenly remembered why her body wasn’t moving earlier. Everything hurt.
“Hey, hey slow down,”
He had leapt off his seat to stand beside her, one hand on her shoulder to stay her movements.
“What are you doing here?” She asked through gritted teeth, pushing all the pain to the back of her mind.
“We almost lost you. I couldn’t—”
“As far as you’re concerned, consider me lost.”
“Lin, she’s alive,” he whispered over her. His shaky hands captured her palm and brought it up to kiss her knuckles.
Lin lost her voice too. There was a lump in her throat now. There was no admission needed, a wave of acceptance came over her.
Motherhood.
Tenzin’s kisses were wet on her hand. When her eyes shifted to him, she saw tears rolling down his face.
“Where- where is—” she managed to croak out.
“In the other room,” he replied, gesturing to the left. “The chief healer is there, caring for both of you. The baby is healthy and happy. And she looks just like you. Just as beautiful. She’s got jet black hair and your eyes and-and—”
“Tenzin, stop.”
The airbender gaped at her.
“You don’t get to be a part of this. You don’t get to just walk in here and take what you want. That’s my child.”
“That’s our child.”
“There is no our because there is no us, Tenzin. That’s my child and—”
“And that’s also my child.”
“How do you know she’s yours?”
He was spellbound. The most joyous moment of his life had reduced to a pit in his stomach. But he knew better. She was saying that just to hurt him. When he peered into that child's eyes, he knew she was his.
“Lin, come on. Please don’t say that.”
But she continued to glare daggers at him.
Just then, hearing the voices, the very chief healer entered the room. She was an old woman, one of the few who were trained by Katara personally. Where was she when she stopped bleeding all those months go? “Oh, look. Mom is awake.”
Lin offered her a weak smile.
“Your little girl is a fighter,” she said, walking over to Lin's bed. “She's a stubborn one- the girl was determined to live.”
Lin audibly masked a sniffle, but Tenzin caught it.
“She gets that from her mother,” he said with a smile.
“Oh, we’re well aware. Captain Beifong, you fought through too. Valiantly, so. If it were up to me, this ordeal alone should make you Chief.”
“Can I see my baby?” Lin asked.
The woman nodded happily, pushing Lin's hair behind her ear affectionately before stepping out of the room.
They swiftly turned to look at each other. “I’m sorry, Lin. I’m so sorry.”
Lin bit back tears by biting her cheek.
“You don’t- you don’t get to…” she whispered, shaking her head in denial.
“We can work this out. We never should’ve ended things.”
“You’re not even in love with me…” Her voice was hoarse.
“Lin, I’m crazy about you. You and only you. And now that mini-you you just brought into this world.”
“What about your soulmate?”
Tenzin slapped his forehead. “The acolyte? She’s so far driven from reality, she wouldn’t know a soul from a chair.”
Lin almost let herself chuckle with relief. But she didn't. She couldn't just laugh off the thing that Tenzin allowed to weaponize against their relationship.
“No,” she said. “No, you can’t- I’m vulnerable right now. You can’t snake your way back into my life. If it wasn’t for my pregnancy- if it wasn’t for nearly losing your child, you wouldn’t have even been here. You would be with your soulless chair mate on your cold, lifeless Island. You’re dead to me, Tenzin.”
“Lin, of course, I would. I would always be there for you. Please—”
“You value your legacy far more than you’ve ever loved me. I kept putting your first and you kept making me fight for footnotes in your life.”
“That is not true!”
“Oh, but it is!”
“Lin, I have always been in love with you. I can't remember a time in my life when I haven't loved you, truly.”
“Then why would you leave me for her? Why when I had just found out that I couldn't bear you the airbenders you so wanted. The unborn children you put before me, a whole person you claim to be so in love with.”
“I was wrong. I was so very wrong," he cried, head in his hands. "I didn't know you couldn't have children. You pushed me into Pema's arms—”
“Don't you utter her name!”
Tenzin sighed. “You told me to be with her. That she would give me my airbenders. I only did that to free you from my burdens. You didn't deserve to—”
The door creaked open again, the same healer returning with their child in her arms. The two of them fell silent immediately.
“Here, Lin. Do you want to hold her?” The healer asked.
Lin’s sniffle was enough of a response.
As she cradled her arms- as best as she knew anyway- the healer slowly placed the baby in her mother's embrace. She was so little- so much smaller than Lin imagined. She could no longer hold back her tears.
She felt Tenzin’s hand on her shoulder.
“She’s perfect,” he whispered.
“She is,” Lin replied, feeling placated like never before. She eased up. Her mind was no longer clouded- clarity had taken over. “I can’t believe we created that.”
“I can,” he replied, kissing her head.
“Don’t make me ask you to leave,” she said, curtly.
“I’m never leaving, Lin.”
She huffed, side eyeing him as she prepared herself for what she was about to say. She felt certain about her decision.
“You’re leaving, Tenzin. I will allow you to be a part of my daughter’s life so long as you vow to stay out of mine.”
Tenzin watched her, heart beating faster in his chest, as she glared at him with storms in her eyes. He didn’t have the words to respond.
“You stay on your Island and I stay in my city. We only have our exchanges on the ferry. I will not step foot onto Air Temple Island and if you so much as even breathe Republic City’s air, I will arrest you and have you sent to the Dai Li’s prison in Ba Sing Se.”
“Lin, that can’t be sustainable—”
“I don’t care what you think.”
Lin pressed her baby into her bosom. Nothing mattered anymore. Her entire life would be dedicated to protecting this baby.
Tenzin would do the same, she trusted him that much. He would be a good father to her. She would have to find a way to be okay with that acolyte being a part of her daughter's life. But perhaps, that would happen with time.
“I love you. And I respect your wishes. But can you grant me just this one thing?”
“What is it?”
“Can we have one moment? Just a single moment where we, as her parents, hold her together with love. If I am to leave you alone, I just need a glimpse of what might’ve been to keep me going.”
Lin sighed.
“Let’s- let’s name her,” he suggested, realizing that he was babbling. “Together. Right now. That’s all.”
“Sure,” she gave out a low huff of defeat.
Lin shifted on the bed as Tenzin took a seat beside her. He placed one hand under Lin’s, supporting their daughter’s head while his other arm ran around her waist. He squeezed her into his embrace and as much as she wanted to fight it, she gave in and rested her head against his chest. It felt right. As if the entire universe conspired to allow her just this one moment. Even if it wasn't made to last.
“How do you like the name Dalha?”
Lin scrunched her nose in disgust. She kissed her daughter’s head, making her coo in a way that made Lin’s heart flutter.
“What about Meng?”
“No,” Lin replied with a gasp. A yawn escaped her mouth urging Tenzin to pull her tighter.
“Jin?”
Lin gave her baby a cheeky a smile and said, “Don’t worry, kid. I won’t let your daddy name you anything as unsavory like that.”
“Well, daddy is trying. Mommy hasn’t made a single contribution.”
Lin huffed. “How about Lila?”
“I love that name. Lila Beifong. We could call her Lili too!” Tenzin glanced over at Lin only to find her looking straight at him. There was a softness in her eyes. He cupped her face with one hand and drew her in. His lips slowly met hers. It had been far too long since he had kissed her. Lin melted against his touch- she was exhausted. She just needed to be held, to feel loved- if only for a moment.
Tenzin continued kissing her, smiling, making the most of the moment with the mother of his child- the only woman he wanted to kiss for the rest of his life.
When they pulled apart, Lin passed Lila on to Tenzin to hold. He delicately held her as Lin wiped her dried up tears with her palms.
“Say your goodbyes.”
Tenzin bit his bottom lip. “Thanks.” He admired his daughter, he couldn’t help but smile. A joy so unfathomable, he couldn't wrap his head around the grief that was yet to set in. “I love you so much,” he whispered to Lila. “You’re my world, Lili. You and your mother, you're my earth, my air, my everything.” He kissed the top of Lila's head before handing her back to Lin.
He stood up, and knowing she wouldn’t stop him, he planted a kiss on Lin’s forehead one last time. “I love you. And I always will.”
“I'll be sure to thank Saikhan for letting you know of my whereabouts. If it weren't for him, you never would've found us."
"Lin, I would've found you with or without my intel. Who, by the way, wasn't Saikhan."
"Who was it then?" she asked.
Tenzin chanced another kiss to her cheek and replied. "I'll save that story for the ferry when I pick Lila up next week."
“Fine,” she said softly, but there was a hint of a smile in her voice.
Tenzin beamed, making his way over to the door. “I’m going to win you back, Beifong. Just you wait. I look forward to those thirty minutes on Yue Bay.”
Before Lin could conjure up the metal tray beside her into mini spheres to throw in his direction, the airbender was gone.
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quitealotofsodapop · 6 months ago
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Okay, headcannon for how Shadowpeaches met:
After Wukong git back from training with Subhodi he found that his monkeys had been kidnapped by the Demon King of Havoc, so naturally he goes and rescues them. Except.... there was an extra?
Macaque, who had run away from home after feeling smothered by Chang'e (who may or may not have been chanelling her grief over her husband into how she was raising her baby monkey bro) ran away from home to show her he could take care of himself!.... and was captured by a demon king. But he was FINE, he totally could have escaped on his own and didn't NEED to get rescued, thank you very much! But... he doesn't exactly have anywhere else to go so could he stay on the mountain please? Just for a bit, he'll totally leave soon after he gets his feet back under him.
Wukong, meanwhile, thinks this new guy is really pretty in need of his help, so lets him stay and offers to train with him (which has NOTHING to do with wanting to show off his new magic powers or spend time with the new guy, obviously).
And the rest is dubiously cannon history.
ooo this is a cool idea.
Chang'e I feel was a little over-protective of MIhou when he was a baby because he was one of her few companions on the Moon. Chang'e had dreamed of having children with Hou Yi, so she did her best to spoil her little moonstone. Ultimately she could only raise him as just one Celestial castaway, not as a troupe of monkey demons as he should be. So when Mihou came to her one day saying that he heard the sounds of "people that were like him!" on winds from Flower Fruit Mountain; she knew that MIhou would be happier learning from a troupe on Earth. Plus not a lot of babysitting or teaching opportunities up there on the Moon.
I doubt Mihou would have left without hugging his big sis goodbye, but he would have left without telling her. He runs up to her, gives her a quick hug, and by jumping on a magic wind (or magic wind bag "borrowed" from a god); he propels himself towards Earth to finally meet others of his kind. Chang'e cries obviously. But she knows it's for the best.
Sadly, although the monkeys on FFM did resemble Mihou superficially, they were cautious around him. And even a little scared of him. And none had ears like his.
Then as Mihou finds himself moping alone, a flash of orange fur crashes into him. The orange thing hoots excitedly and playfully nips Mihou's fur.
Think the scene where Bambi met Flower;
Shihou, pointing to the new monkey's ears: "Flower!" Mihou: "Me???"
Thats how Shihou and Mihou meet for the first time - for the first time.
Mihou managed to get to know the Elder Storyteller before he sadly passed. But he and Shihou didn't really get a chance to know each other better before the orange monkey left to study with the humans. Mihou had been sad obviously, as he felt like even on the island that he was Other than the rest of the monkeys. With Shihou he didn't feel that way so much.
With both the Elder dead, and the closest thing to a leader being an absent monkey cub - the cruel Demon King of Havoc muscled in and declared himself the King of Flower Fruit Mountain. The monkey troupe disagreed and what amounts to a miniature civil war breaks out across the archipelago.
MIhou is caught up in the drama of the Demon King's regime. His appearance making him a rare oddity that the King of Havoc decides to keep around as an ornament. As long as MIhou kept his head down, looked pretty, and told the King stories, he and the other captured monkeys would be safe from harm.
Suddenly one day; the walls of the Havoc's throne room burst open, revealing a slightly older orange-furred monkey cub. He seemed to levitate on thin air as he wielded an iron pole, demanding the return of his people.
The Demon King of Havoc scoffed and ordered the floating monkey to do his worst. Within seconds the Demon King of Havoc was no more.
As the returned monkey counted those missing from the troupe amongst the Demon King's staff, his eyes fell upon the striking moon-white fur and lotus-petal-shaped ears of the court jester.
Sun Wukong: "Flower?" Macaque, amazed that Shihou remembered him: "Me."
The connection is instant. Wukong stumbles over his words as he reintroduces Mihou (now nicknamed "Macaque") to the troupe, and to the Demons he'd befriended in proving himself as the King of Flower Fruit Mountain.
Macaque is confused. Shihou wanted him to stay?
"Of course!" the orange monkey smiled, as if it were obvious. "You are a member of this troupe no matter what! The others told me of how you'd protect and comfort them while you were all captured by the King of Havoc. I'd be honoured to have you stay."
And thats how Macaque found himself the new Storyteller of the troupe. And how a certain romance blossomed between two stone monkeys.
I hope you enjoyed this <3
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hell-drabbles · 1 month ago
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Lights flash and glare almost unbearably in your vision if you weren’t already used to the party life of Hell after spending a year down here,a numb ache that you don’t care to decipher sinks in your guts like a persistent hunger or black hole that eats away at your insides, especially with the fact this party was the one year anniversary of Ra-on’s arrival in Hell, only Ra-on’s not yours,yet the star of the show wasn’t even here, disappeared and dragged off by the Kings.
Something warm jostles your arm and your attention is captured back to the warm sleepy demon behind you, Belphie’s body heaves as he shifts, in the cat loafing position he is in to press closer to your back,his wool like hair tickles your skin as a low rumbling noise vibrates through Belphie’s ribcage,could demons purr?
The question is for another day you think as you watch the gentle movements of the apparently sleeping demon,the scent of overripe and sweet cherries drips off the demon like heady pheromones due to the cherry wine he drank earlier on Amary’s insistence and to Mephidine’s disdain,Belphie shuffles around a bit more before one eye cracks open,he yawns,his tongue flitting over his fangs before his teeth snap shut and he looks at you.
“Are you okay?”
Figures,he would immediately awake at the briefest touch of negativity from you,you don’t quite know how to answer as the gnawing feeling inside you continues,Belphie takes your silence as a answer and starts to peel himself away from you, as you being in a weird mood again and wanting your own space,your hand reaches out to grab Belphie by the horn, tugging him back down, stopping the big demon from moving,this elicits a interesting sound from Belphie,a sound thats both startled and similar to a chuff from a lion,just how many noises can this demon make?,Belphie looks worried of sorts at you.
“Did...did I do something wrong?”
The confused or disgruntled look he has elicits something other then the void in you, something warm that bubbles like liquor in your gut
“No,just..stay”
Belphie obliges, laying back down on the couch again, pressing right up against your back,his warmth seeping into you.
“Do you.....do you want anything?”
You don’t respond,your hand combs through Belphie’s hair,scratching his scalp like you would a cat, Belphie’s body relaxes and he falls into the silent familiar routine you guys agreed on,you feel the familiar warmness falls over you like a weighted blanket as the hazy feeling seeps into your mind,Belphie lays down,eyes shutting again as you lean back into the comfy mass of soft hair, sinking into it like velvet moss and close your eyes,before you completely drift off you can hear the energetic voice of Amary’s fawning over you and the concerned voice of Mephidine’s worry as two warm weights rest at your feet and more sounds of movement follow as more warmth curls around the couch
No idea what to write
I don't think I managed to put I imaged into words well enough
But I figured a fluffy piece was good enough
This was inspired by your Anniversary Companion idea
-Dante Anon
(Hahaha, this is so sweet. I wanted to reply sooner but boy does it take a few days to motivate myself into writing. Snuggling is such a nice activity, and damn do I sometimes crave it.)
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Sleep is nice. Sleep reset everything that's going on inside your head, at least for a little while. It's a small window, but at least you can pretend that there's nothing in the world that can bother you. That all your worries and grudges don't exist.
All you could focus on was the light of dawn, and the multiple devils sleeping around you.
Caught in the wake of hopefully gentle dreams, the devils slept soundly. Some were sprawled out, fully taking in the first rays of dawn, while other curled up tighter into themselves, pulling at whatever fabric is closest to cover their eyes.
Ha. Reminds you of all those parties you, Minhyeok and Ra-on used to have back in college. Where a party would last way, way too long, and the festivities would peter out rather than having any clear cutoff. All of you were too eager back then, bathing in the euphoria that was finally becoming an adult. Well, you were all adults before then, at least for a little while, but getting into college was still a milestone into that process. It was a new, fun phase, and who doesn't want to celebrate such things?
Stray wine glasses, empty glass bottles, crushed cans and stray plates with bits of half-eaten snacks still sitting there. A mess, but the kind of mess that usually comes with campers that just want away from the hustle and bustle. A mess that doesn't spoil whatever good/neutral mood you found yourself in.
There was in itch in your fingers, an urge to climb out and do…well anything really.
You adjusted yourself a bit in Belphie's hair, and stretched out as much as you're able to without waking the snuggling devil up. Though, for all your subtly, you're not match for the senses of a devil such as him.
He woke up anyway, though it did take a minute for full awareness to return to him.
"Hey," you greeted with a sigh, sitting up because there's no point in trying to do it quietly anymore. "Didn't mean to wake you. Go back to sleep."
Perhaps because you're the only one awake, or perhaps he had too good a rest to actually fall back asleep, Belphie sat up as well, pushing his hair back into place. "No…I'm good."
The haze of sleep was still there, Belphie's yawn stretching his jaw so wide you heard a faint click.
You pulled out your phone. Barely past seven in the morning. Lot of the early morning devils are probably getting ready to start their day by now. Minhyeok would be out, getting his morning run in while you and Ra-on were still asleep. You always took the night shift at your job, so being awake this early was weird.
And not feeling groggy was even weirder. With all this time suddenly in your hands, what are you going to do with it?
"Hmm. Hey, Belphie?" You pulled the blanket off your legs, feeling around for your shoes.
"Hmm?" Belphie said through a yawn, smacking his mouth as though to get the foul morning taste out of it.
"You wanna dance for a bit?" You have music in your phone, and it had a pretty decent speaker. And you're bored. You want to do something a little fun now that you're no longer feeling weird and sour.
Belphie perked up when you held out your hand. Instead of replying, he smiled and laid his palm on yours.
You'll both get something to eat later. Right now, it's time to move your bodies.
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hurricaneonanesthesia · 2 years ago
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heywo happy monday!
may i request enemies to lovers where gn!reader gets an agent as a bodyguard assigned because they got captured as a strong radiant (Fade typa beat) (Yoru, Phoenix and Chamber)
excuse my bad english i hope it's readable 😔
Warnings: none
Genre: fluff
Pairing(s): Yoru x GN!Reader, Phoenix x GN!Reader, Chamber x GN!Reader
Authors Notes: hey there! your english is great, so not to worry ^^ ALSO IM ALIVE YOU GUYS I SWEAR, I DIDN’T DISAPPEAR OFF THE FACE OF THE EARTH 
this was kinda all over the place so i apologize 😭
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Yoru
I’m gonna be honest, he’s an asshole to you. But I mean he’s an asshole to everyone around him a hot one at that though
So there you are, sitting in the interrogation room at what you presume is their headquarters and their leader walks in with someone else, a man who had a seemingly permanent scowl on his face.
You're informed that although you'd be joining the VP, you'll have someone to watch over you for the first few months of your stay there(you're fairly sure it's just to make sure you don't cause any unnecessary trouble.)
You come to find out that the man assigned to you is none other than Yoru himself, somewhat infamous for working alone even if he had over team members to work with him.
the two of you didn't really get along at first, the sound of your bickering could be heard echoing throughout the halls.
but also because of your capabilities, Yoru was also constantly trying to one up you and prove that he was the better radiant, and ultimately it just devolved into a big competition between the two of you
and in all of the time you spent together, its only natural that you guys would end up developing feelings for one another
yoru is a denier and he firmly denies that he has any sort of attraction to you when in actuality it's very, very obvious and jett and phoenix clown on him for it all the time
but nothing can hide the way that he stares at you fondly while watching you do your own thing
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Phoenix
you didn't know what to think of him when you first met the man who said he would be keeping an eye on you, he was friendly to you and could keep a conversation which made you want to lower your guard, until you realized thats probably what the protocol wanted you to do.
phoenix is easy to talk to, he cracks jokes and overall lightens the mood as a whole. You wonder how someone like him ended up at a place like the VP, and how he manages to stay lighthearted despite the line of work he's in.
even with all of the walls that you’ve put up, he still somehow manages to worm his way into your heart. Every action he makes suddenly seems endearing to you, and you find yourself looking forward to hanging out with him
what really cemented and confirmed to yourself that you had fallen for him was a fairly precarious situation that happened on one of your missions together. 
You guys had gotten separated from each other and the rapid spraying of gunfire from every direction was definitely not helping. You did eventually manage to get out by utilizing your abilities but by the time you got to Phoenix, you found him sitting in a pool of his fire trying to heal up but he was fairly beaten up
After you secured the area, you spent the rest of the time you had before you guys were rescued holding his face in your hands and talking to him in a quiet voice, mainly about random things, but you were mostly doing it to make sure he would stay with you.
It scared you to admit it out loud but you genuinely had come to care for the man, and almost losing him made you realize it.
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Chamber
the sussy man is your bodyguard?? I mean hey, he’s loaded, both in cash and in weapons
he’s very eloquent in the way that he speaks to you, holding you in high regard, you’re unsure of if it’s because he’s wary of your abilities so that’s the only reason why he’s acting genial with you.
and of course he’s a flirt, he manages to find ways to drop the fanciest pick up lines towards you. It’s not surprise that any person would probably end up falling for him
which is what you did
and you question yourself on whether or not a normal sane person would try to find ways to unfall for him LMAO
But alas you’re stuck battling your conflicting feelings for him
he likes to tease you a lot though, seeing you get all riled up is one of his favorite pastimes /hj
you might find it annoying but while you’re turned away, he can’t seem to hide the way his expression softens as he talks and banters with you
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the-s1lly-corner · 1 year ago
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Hi! I got a Pomni x reader prompt:
Imagine if the reader and Pomni both have crushes on each other (something that everyone else in the ��� circus is aware of and doesn’t stop teasing Pomni cause of it) and at some point, the reader gives Pomni a quick kiss on the cheek spontaneously leaving Pomni in an incredibly stunned silence and the reader instantly embarrassed. The two avoiding each other out of fear of possible rejection and losing their friendship with it only taking everyone forcing them together for Pomni to actually saying the words to ask the reader out but they get there
Pomni x reader where theyre both losers!!! in love!!!
no clue what i wanted to name this one so uh uh uh uh !!! last request of this batch, gonna stretch my legs real quick then get right back to writing!! making pretty steady work of the remaining requests, me thinks
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the gif above is more or less the face pomni makes when you kiss her on the cheek before running off... except her face is all pink, from blushing... and its not exactly a face of dread or anxiety, rather one of pure shock
i mean she had been crushing on you for how long exactly? it was hard to tell time in the digital world but it had been quite some time... oh jeez was she that obvious about it..? the though that you returned her feelings doesnt even cross her mind for a while, until later that night when ragatha found her still standing in the hallway with that look
ragatha, god bless her heart, manages to snap pomni back to reality and gets her to speak... she has this... look on her face when pomni says that you kissed her cheek
a "about time" look
"so are you two finally together?" or something in that vein, i dont think ragatha would word it like that but! you know?
meanwhile youre in your room cursing yourself for your actions
words gets out about what happened; mostly because jax entered the conversation between ragatha and pomni
and of course, jax told everyone about what happened
that everyone included caine
oh, you two were really in for it now, because caine decides to play match maker!
you guys ever seen the owl house, that one episode in season 2 where hooty makes a tunnel of love to try to get luz to confess her feelings to amity? thats basically what caine does; makes something thats really really lovey dovey and cute under the guise of it being for an in house adventure
except caine is not subtle about it, probably congratulates you for finally spilling your heart out to pomni
except... you didnt...
but hey at least the IHA forces you two to pair up
alone
in a tunnel, while cheesy romance music plays... so.. maybe in another heat of the moment thing, you both spill your guts to each other at the same time
pause
wait
huh
wow you guys have a crush on each other? who would have guessed!
^jax, probably
bonus if the tunnel of love thing has a camera and it takes a few pictures but instead of you two kissing n stuff its just both of you beat red, hands lightly raised as you guys take turn talking lightning fast to try to salvage the friendship out of that whole... fear of rejection thing... only for the shock on both of yalls faces to be captured as you confirm to one another that the feelings are mutual
caine feels... particularly proud of himself after this
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sillymaxing · 9 months ago
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Hi it's me again :3 give me angst hcs for a Tord x Matt pairing maybe?? Or for Tom x Matt!
Maybe I will do BOTH.
In this ask, everything is set in a timeline where Red Army invades very soon after The End. Like a months or two after Matt, Edd, and Tom move into a new apartment.
Note: I LOVE this ask guys. I didn’t really capture the angst like I could have in a fic. But I certainly described it!! Also, I didn’t implement any romance….. if you want that I can make another hc list :3
But NORMALLY I do platonic stuff.
CW: Gun violence, mentions of war, implied torture if you squint really hard, gore, near death experience, implied kidnapping, body horror. Let me know if I missed anything!
Tom & Matt Angst
For this, I’m honestly thinking about Matt and Tom getting separated first. Red Army invades, all 3 run, but Tom gets separated from Matt and Edd.
I think Edd would abandon Matt pretty quickly after feeling like Matt is slowing him down. Matt would have trouble swallowing his fear of what’s happening in the start, and Edd wouldn’t stick around with someone who he thinks could shift and join the Red Army, or surrender.
Matt would have to learn how to manage things on his own and fast.
Tom and Matt would regroup at some point, probably after Tom fends off some soldiers trying to attack Matt.
Maybe on his knees, shaking, with a soldier’s gun to his head. And then he sees the dude drop dead right in front of him. Tom runs up to Matt. THATS when they regroup, and Matt explains how Edd left. This totally won’t cause Tom a long-living grudge and hatred for Edd! I’m sure!!
Things will certainly get difficult when WANTED posters start showing up everywhere they go, and radio stations start to broadcast a description of Tom, Matt, and Edd, expressing the Red Army wants them to be turned in ALIVE.
There are different bounties on each of them. It seems like Tom is the one most sought out by the Red Army.
Matt certainly tries to convince Tom to surrender. It’s hard to get by on little food and shelter. Matt expresses that maybe Red Leader is trying to help them. Tord wants them alive. Not dead, not even hurt.
Tom inevitably gets kidnapped first, probably out to sneak by and steal food, leaving Matt at their current shelter.
Matt thinks Tom abandoned him too.
When Tom is kidnapped, he stands his ground for months. He doesn’t give in, doesn’t talk, withstands torture.
The next time he sees Matt, he’s in a Red Army uniform. Tom feels so betrayed, still being stuck in a cell. It’s obvious that Matt surrendered, gave in. Something else happened, considering the prosthetic face bits.
Their friendship is never the same. Matt is certainly forced to partake in watching over Tom. Tord encourages the idea that Tom abandoned him, so there is a constant feeling of anger between the two.
Tord & Matt Angst
Matt HATES Tord. At least in the beginning. Matt was the one who beat the shit out of him in The End with the robot.
But seeing his beautiful face on posters, saying Tord needed him alive? It put a little hope in his heart. Maybe Tord didn’t really mean to hurt him.
At some point, a while after he had captured Tom, Tord got a call about Matt having been captured.
What Tord didn’t know is that the people who captured him didn’t get the whole “Wanted Alive” memo.
Needless to say, they were both killed on sight the moment Tord arrived to retrieve Matt.
Matt was critical condition. He tried to run from the bounty hunters, but ended up getting shot in the head. Pretty gnarly, took his entire jaw off. But he somehow survived with only a severe flesh wound.
He was in a coma for a while. Tord really didn’t know if Matt would live, and wished he could go back and make the death of the bounty hunters a bit slower.
Tord considered Matt to be a friend of his. Leaving him in the first place hurt. Hurting him hurt. In the moment of exploding the house, Tord was filled with rage and nothing else. It was all meant to be taken out on Tom. Not Matt and Edd.
But afterwards, guilt ate away at him, gnawing at his bones until he was nauseous.
When Matt woke up, Tord stayed by his side for days, letting Paul and Pat take over duties for him.
Matt wasn’t a fan of this. Being cuffed to a hospital bed made it difficult to beat the shit out of Tord for all the awful things he did.
Matt found that he couldn’t speak. Just make noises. Apparently his tongue was still in tact, which was good. But having your jaw ripped off your face kinda inhibits your ability to communicate.
Tord tried to accommodate for this. He wanted so badly to explain everything to Matt. To hear what he had to say. To try and find some common ground. So he gives Matt tablet and notepad. It was his choice which one he wanted to communicate with.
But Matt wouldn’t indulge, and his days were spent moping, crying, and ignoring everything Tord had to say.
Of course, during all of these visits to Matt, Tord is telling Tom that Matt surrendered and is living a life of luxury.
Also, here’s a big kicker guys, Tord refuses to give Matt a mirror. No reflective surfaces at all.
Even after the surgery to implement the prosthetic jaw.
Of course, that wasn’t even the main concern. Getting Matt to be able to use it was WORK. Especially when the only time he accepted physical and speech therapy, the only words that would come out of his mouth were insults.
Slowly, Matt starts to break. He’s allowed out of the hospital room, even eventually allowed to see Tom. Of course, Tord tells Matt that Tom abandoned him.
It makes Matt rely on Tord a little bit. For like, ALL his emotional support. Tord is happy to help.
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That's the spirit by bmth is basically just a summary of Hualian's story - analysis(?)
i originally sent this to my bestie weeks ago, but i still think about it every day...
⚠️tgcf novel spoilers ahead⚠️
doomed - honestly i think this song very much fits to both characters cause they both had extremely traumatic and fucked up lives but thats too broad when i can give u exact specifics!!!!!
i gave this song to xie lian specifically to the xl who was ready to release the human face disease at the end of his first banishment. at this point in the story he had been stabbed 100 times, had seen his parents hanging, had been abandoned by both of his childhood friends, tried to commit suicide multiple times and was literally begging to die. he has been psychologically totruted by white no face for months with no end, he's lost everything including his faith in humanity. the only person who cared about him was a nameless ghost wearing a mask (wu ming, who we later find out is hua cheng), and their time was cut short when xl was forced to release the disease and wu ming sacrificed himself to absorb the curse, his soul getting torn apart in the process.
happy song - again, it fits both of them and i will elaborate
xie lian - first banishment, after his kingdom fell (partially by his own fault) he was on the run with both his parents and his two childhood friends feng xin (fx) and mu qing (mq). xl so desperately wanted to keep his loved ones hopeful even though his father was sick, his friends were working themselves to the bone, his mother was depressed and he couldnt get himself to work and improve on his cultivation to try and ascend to godhood again.
hua cheng - in the 800 years he was searching for xl, he always made sure to keep up appearances and establish himself as this powerful and arrogant ghost king while he was absolutely desperate and lonely in reality trying to find his beloved with little to no progress
throne - xie lian during his second banishment and third ascension. despite his terrible luck he manages to prove all the gods who badmouth him and look down on him wrong by achieving a third ascension after travelling the world alone for 800 years
true friends - oh my this is a heavy one. xie lian being abandoned by both his childhood friends, one by choice one by force. mu qing was the one who left first, he couldnt keep taking care of xl and his mother at the same time. xl said he understands but he was extremely shaken and hurt, he felt like it was so sudden and out of the blue. later mq betrays him again when he sends xl away instead of defending him in front of 33 other minor gods. feng xin only left him because xl forced him to. xl lost all faith in himself, after white no face haunting him for months, he told fx what has been going on (partially) but fx just wrote him off as paranoid and insane. xl couldnt take it anymore and believed fx deserved better so he sent fx away
follow you - VERY OBVIOUSLY HUA CHENG!!!!! this song captures hc's devotion to xl so so perfectly. they meet when hc is only a child and xl saves him. during the war of xianle hc serves in the army for xl. after his death when he becomes a ghost fire and xl finds him by chance, he stays by xl side, he watches as xl gets betrayed by mq, gets stabbed 100 times and literally begs for death, and in an effort to try and protect his beloved from white no face he turns into a savage ghost. he stays with xl as wu ming after his parents die and xl decides to get revenge. he sacrifices himself for xl when his god is forced into releasing the disease and gets himself torn apart. by the sheer power of his devotion he doesnt get dispersed completely, he works on getting stronger and stronger, willingly goes to mount tonglu (where the ghost kings are forged, its a place full of grief and suffering) and survives it, spends the next 800 years seeking revenge on everyone who wronged xl while searching for him. after finally finding xl he never leaves his side unless absolutely necessary, and gives all he is and all he has to his god, asking for nothing in return
what you need - hua cheng hunting down all the ppl who wronged xie lian. he challenges 35 heavenly officials and defeats the 33 that accepted his challenge, when the 33 gods dont keep their promise of renouncing their godhoods, hc burns all their temples to the ground in a single night. he becomes the bane of heaven solely because of how heaven has treated xl. he wreaks havoc in every way he can, he humiliates the gods who come anywhere near him. bad bitch behaviour fr
avalance - xie lian second banishment, 800 years alone because he thinks he deserves it for releasing a curse on humanity. he accepts and listens to everyone berating him for his mistakes, watches as the ppl he cares about die or turn against him. he gets robbed, murdured, betrayed, his houses collapse, communities drive him out because of his bad luck, he cannot stay in one place for longer than a few weeks. but he takes it all in silence. at one point he is nailed to a coffin and buried alive for a century yet he never seeks out other gods to ask for help
run - hua cheng, after finding xie lian, breaking his cursed shackles, telling him who he really is and gow much history they have together, and helping xie lian defeat jun wu the heavenly emperor who is also white no face, xl's tormenter.
drown - xie lian during his first banishment, basically doomed 2.0 but not really. idk in my head they are complementary. drown is specifically the time xl spends with wu ming, after all the tragedies he was forced to live through. wu ming is the only person who keeps him from drowning at this point.
at the same time this song is also perfect for post canon hualian, as they become each others anchors. they are the only ppl who can understand each other truly, they are there for each other especially throughout the darker moments and flashbacks, just building each other back up bit by bit
blasphemy - this is THE hua cheng theme song, it describes hc as a character so perfectly i am literally obsessed. hc the most powerful ghost king in existence, the bane of heaven, ruler of ghost city, gods hear the silver bells sounds or see his wreath butterflies and shit their own pants, quake in their boots
oh no - maybe i was wrong and after further consideration, oh no is THE xl theme song. cause the song is literally xl's internal monologue after 800 years of being alone and enduring terrible thing after terrible thing... hc has a lot of work to do to buikd his gods confidence and self worth back
if youve got this far, thank you for listening to this yappeteer, i'd love to hear what u think abt the songs in relation to hualian or in case u werent familiar with the album, go give it a listen and please read the lyrics!!!
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as-i-watch · 1 year ago
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Episode 5 veredict:
5/5 Straw Hats 👒👒👒👒👒
Nothing is 100% perfect, but using decimals is for cowards bitches
The good:
Baratie is the best set so far hands down
God i love Taz's Sanji. He had three lines of dialogue but his was the first straw hat that inmediately felt like the charecter
Also Zeff, i have nothing negative to say, perfect Zeff, perfect with Sanji. Perfect duo.
Garp. I fucking love this Garp so much. Him and Luffy just screaming at eachother and throwing canon balls at eachother from their ships was so funny. I want to see where they go with it but introducing Garp this early was a really big move for the LA and i think so far it payed off.
MIHAWK. Not even necessary to point out how perfect the costume is but Steven Ward got the tone of the charecter perfectly fucking right!!
Sure they deleted Don Krieg but i actually didnt mind it in the end? There was no actual 'bad guy' but i liked it. I thought all episodes now would follow the syrup village format of stablishing the villain in the first ep, ending with a cliffhanger and the next ep had the full third act kinda battle. But the plot needed to slow down, they needed to give more time for the crew to bond and Baratie first half is the perfect moment to do that, and also an opportunity for the rest of the crew to get to know eachother without Luffy as a conduit (he was busy being a busboy). So yeah, i dont mind they didnt even introduced Krieg this ep as the villain of the arc, bc we got Zoro and Nami playing drinking games, Luffy and Sanji talking about dreams in a quiet moment at the kitched, and drunk Usopp busting some moves.
Oh god Mihawk's and Zoro's fight. It was almost exactly like in the anime, and i usualy hate frame by frame replications in adaptations of this kind, but that fight was iconic and perfect, they knew they didnt have to mess with that. But not only that, it was perfectly executed. It managed to capture the same emotion as the anime (something that other key moments so far fail to get it right spcially in backstories and flashbacks)
Again, kudos to Mackenyu for all the sword fight, holy shit they are becoming my fav things in the show
Ehh could'e been better:
There were only two moments in this ep that made me go :/
Luffy's argument to get Zeff to accept the IOU. Luffy never cared about status and what being King of the Pirates would mean, he dont care about having hand or the benefits the title would bring him. Pulling that card felt very strange, the most natural thing for Luffy was to just stare at Zeff dead in the eye and just say he's broke af
Nami not leaving. Stealing the ship and leaving them at Baratie was huge deal and what prompted they way into Arlong Park. But more of a plot point it was huge for Nami's charecter, bc she was still trying to convice herself that she hadnt become friends with those idiots, bc she still hated all pirates, bc she still tried to present a cold 'i dont need no one' kinda facade. But LA Nami had already admited not only that she was friends with the boys but also that she was part of the crew. Thats ok but now the issue is that her stealing Merry makes little sense, and even leaving at all makes little sense. Dont get me wrong, i love this Nami and i like the direction they gave the charecter, but i think maybe they neglected a bit her own personal growth and inner conficts, which is what sets te base for everything that happens to her at Arlong Park later on
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Greetings everyone! It is 4am and you know what that means. Thats right, its time to read ACOMAF :) chapters 41 this time. enjoy
Chapter 41
What we're just smashcutting straight to Velaris?? we're not gonna see Feyre talk about all the shit the mortal queens just said with her sisters??
ugh dont remind me of the fact that amren drinks blood but only animal blood because human blood is too watery or whatever. she couldve been my vampire girlie in this a/b/o world but instead shes just a lame disappointment in a lame disappointment world. that also doubles as an a/b/o world, lest we forget that
ughhhhh dont remind me of the fae not being affected by iron
Okay, i have to admit this line kinda slaps: "Maybe then Elain would get an engagement ring that wasn't forged out of hatred and fear."
Yeah Feyre, I hate to say it but you failed HARD as an ambassador, you are so bad at politics, but technically this was all Rhysands idea so I'd say it was his responsibility to make sure youre not bad at politics, so Im blaming him for all this
I made a joke in my last post about how the night court is really US governmentcore and now Cassian is like "we could just kill the current queens and put queens in place thatll cooperate with us" and the only reason Rhys doesnt wanna do it is because it would take too long and because they dont know what effect this will have on the book, not because, i dont know, he'd be interfering with foreign affairs and robbing all of humanity of their agency. I mean, its a monarchy so i guess humanity didnt have too much of a choice when they ascended to the throne, but atleast those queens have their best interests at heart and dont cooperate with former slave-owners
Why does Feyre care so muh about Mor potentially hurting Azriels feelings, is he not acting like Tamlin at the start of ACOMAF where he was all like "no Feyre, you cant go to the sper dangerous place, its dangerous"
Okay so, the oldest queen is the queen of The Black Land, which is a very vaguely africa-coded place, where humans were born slaves to the fae, unlike everyone else where I guess humans had to get captured by the fae to be enslaved OBVIOUSLY she doesnt wanna cooperate with fae, shes even more justified in her decision in my eyes
But then Im thinking, why can she even decide what happens with that little piece of land, Im guessing thats not part of the black land so would that not fall under the jurisdiction of one of the other queens? Honestly, they shouldve just spoken to each queen alone, I get that theyre strapped for time but im sure they couldve forged atleast one alliance without the oldest queen speaking for all of them there. Also, from a doylist perspective, it wouldve been good padding since sjm insists on making her books stupidly long and it wouldve probably given us a more functional government structure because right now it just seems like these queens who allegedly each have a kingdom to run are just hanging out in the same palace all making collectively decisions for the entire continent, which is stupid
What is it with Sarah J Maas and portraying freedom fighters being very dedicated to their cause as a bad thing, sepcifically because its not very condusive to a romantic relationship? Like, in Crescent City Hunt was a rebel and he was in love with the leader of the rebellion before she was killed and he enslaved and its very tragic and he cant love anyone but her, but then he manages to move on and fall in love with Bryce and it turns out to be a better experience for him. Specifically, theres this one scene where he buys her this jade egg or maybe she buys him one i dont remember, and he reflects on how if he had given that kind of gift to his former lover she wouldve appreciated it for one second and then just let it rot on some shelf because she just had other things on her mind, and I thought that was an interesting perspective for their relationship, but now that we're getting a similar thing with Jurian and Miriam except Jurian isnt the love interest of the MC so hes more likely to get demonized it seems kinda weird innit
Oh boy we're gonna get the UTM reeanactment soon arent we. sighhhhhh
Btw what the hell is up with Mors truth powers. Apparently a lot of people in her bloodline have them?? What makes Mor so special then, i thought the reason she was special was because her power was unique. I guess its just uniquely strong then (FOR A WOMAN) but thats just lame and also weird imo
Oh the Hewn City is called 'Höhlenstadt' ['Cave City'] in german and I think that sounds pretty bad ngl. rare Alexandra Ernst L
Feyre keeps going about how Rhys is gonna risk everything for the sake of stopping the war and its like, girlie if you keep jacking him so hard youre gonna rip his dick off, but also, hes not gonna tell anyone where Velaris is right?? Like, it'll still be hidden and safe behind that force field, people are just gonna know of its existence now. And even if Veritas shows the queens Velaris by starting off with a birdseye view of Prythian and then zooming in, that wouldnt be enough for the mortal queens to figure out Prythians geography to the point where they could actually tell where it is, not the mention that Velaris is positioned in a way that makes any attacks, but especially attacks from the mortal land, extremely difficult
Feyre talking about the repressed desire she felt when she say Rhys all naked and vulnerable when he woke up from that nightmare is very inappropriate when you consider that he was dreaming about his rapist, but is also surprisingly relatable because I too like my men best when theyre submissive and crying. its a crime rhysand never ended up getting pegged tbh
Rhysand talking about how he cant bear the thought of Feyre mentally returning to UTM when she just barely managed to leave it behind is funny cuz its like, whos idea is it gonna be to dress Feyre up like she was when you were assaulting her UTM. i dont think its her
I dont know what it is but Im already so over this stupid plotline with Mor and Eris, maybe Im just tired cuz its early but god, i dont ever wanna hear about it again
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definitelynotshouting · 10 months ago
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WOULD YOU STILL LOVE ME IF I WAS A WORM 😭😭😭😭 WHAT A THING TO WAKE UP TO!
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Oh my god thw wings being a physical manifestation of how Mumbo doesnt know Grian anymore. He is an entirely new person, definitely mentally, technically physically-- even if he looks the same. Mumbo honing in on the wings ("his wings ruffle...behind him" "it's a foreign motion...that escapes translation") that are the thing that's different and needs a "map" drawn of it, because it's the only thing that's actually different. Sure, Mumbo can tell grian doesnt even act the same anymore, but that's much harder to put a finger on. He didnt have those wings before.
^I like to think there's some form of uncanny valley effect that people who knew Grian before feel looking at him now, ignoring the wings.
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"Then he smiles, porcelain teeth flashing in the glistering sun.
The cold, open pit of his depthless eyes fails to catch it."
Really fucking love this description ough
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"“You’re not supposed to change me back!” Grian shrills, bristling."
IT'S TOO EARLY IN THE MORNING FOR THIS TEM WTF (it is past 10am)
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"with the exquisite delicacy of a Player"
I SEE YOU YOURE NOT SNEAKY
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The wings again!! *is in distress* (side note i love seeing the world building youve been telling us about finally in the fic!!) Ok this actually makes the way Mumbo focused on the wings mean so much more. Wings are dangerous to code in, thats why Players use spotters. Grian vanished from Evo and showed up on Hermitcraft YEARS(?) later, without a word to anyone, and reappeared with those wings. Imagine going on a trail with a friend whose never hiked before and then they stop responding to your messages only to show up again after a couple of months like "Hey I just climbed Everest". You would most definitely be distressed to say the least. (although, question: how proficient was grian's coding?)
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Man this one-shot. Too many feels this early in the morning 😭 The way you've managed to capture that sense of unease around Grian. His actions are unpredictable- you dont know if he's going to laugh or get upset- really nicely encapsulates Mumbo's internal feeling that he doesn't know grian anymore. Those moments where he laughs or stares with those blank eyes, those are normal-- but linger a second too long, or catch a glimpse of the worlds that have passed since Evo started-- and he can't shake the feeling that something is wrong with Grian
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AAAAAAAAA HI SUN ANON!!! omg im so glad you enjoyed the oneshot!!! :D
Omg YES im so so glad what i was aiming for with the wings came through, thats exactly what i was going for!! This is the only physical indication that Grian has changed, and therefore the most distinct!!! Ofc Mumbo is gonna hone in on that-- its the clearest aspect he can see. And yeah, i think the first few times people saw him with the wings, it was definitely a little uncanny valley, until they got used to it
OKAY I'LL BE REAL THE EXQUISITE DELICACY BIT WAS NOT INTENTIONAL BUT IS A VERY HAPPY ACCIDENT ALDJWKDNEKNDKDE altho i did really enjoy messing with some wordplay in other areas. My particular favorite is the "inner machinations of a dropper" line-- it was such a fun way to refer to mechanical parts while simultaneously making it sound like the dropper is up to no good 😂😂😂😂😂😂
It was super nice to really put this aspect of the worldbuilding into the fic-- one of these days i'll probably rewrite chapters 1 and 2, and maybe do a little editing on 3, just so i can sorta bake those concepts in there with a little more deliberation than i did when i was first posting :] BUT YES altho its not so much dangerous (for a Player, at least) as it is difficult, and very finicky. Grian's coding is super proficient as a Player (he's still working on melding the instinctive coding of the Watchers with his Player brain tho), so he was always very capable of it, but like you pointed out, under normal circumstances he would have 100% asked someone to be his spotter while he coded them in, just in case he bugged out
And yep, we're talking a timespan of years here!!! This is a bit loose, so its subject to some minor changes, but my general timeline is that Grian, once Watcher-ified, was trapped with the Watchers for about 2-3 years before he made his escape. After that he bounced between hubs and servers for a few months, before ending up on Hermitcraft to stay. The fic itself takes place somewhere around early mid-season, i think-- since i headcanon each season to take place over a few years rather than a few months, i'd say this means Grian has been with Hermitcraft for, oh.... a little under a year now by the time this fic takes place, if that makes sense. Again these are not concrete but thats the general timeframe we're talking here. I'll probably make a separate post about this later, but in Player culture its not SUPER weird to go gallivanting on your own for a few years-- but the complete radio silence and abrupt exit from Evo are what make this notable from the norm to Mumbo and everyone else who knew Grian before
Im so deeply and genuinely happy that the sense of unease came across so well-- i was admittedly worried that the pacing was a bit fast for how Grian's reactions kept turning on a dime, but this reassures me that it works :] i wanted it to really feel like this is a familiar stranger we're looking at through Mumbo's eyes, and also i wanted to give Grian some room to display those uglier trauma symptoms that nobody talks about much in fiction. I like to think that first year back on Hermitcraft was a difficult one for him, mood-wise, because behind that rough facade his brain is about as scorched-earth as it fuckin gets
Sun anon i always ADORE your analysis thank you so so much for sending them 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 it makes my day every time, truly. Im so glad you liked the fic!!! :D
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super long ofmd rant :0
thoughts of our flag means death bc i love this show so much this is going to be a pseudo-summary of the show (first 4 episodes) + my thoughts of the characters and plot (i made this while explaining the show to my friend so it's a pretty watered down summary) fair warning did not proof read this at all this was just my late night rambles while watching the show
EPISODE 1!!!! okay so at the beginning of the series stede bonnet is introduced to us as a cowardly,naive man with a flair for the dramatics.he doesn't fully comprehend what it means to be a pirate and he seems to have romanticized the thought of being a pirate.As a result he jumped into pirate-hood without prior knowledge of what it really entails.in the pilot stede avoids a mutiny by getting the ship excited by the idea of raiding a big ship.in this episode its also revealed that stede has always been considered 'soft' or 'weak' by the people around him,including his father.Anyways the ship they end up 'raiding' turns out to be an english (i think) vessel that reverse raids (not really stealing just boarding their ship) that holds a captain that grew up with stede.turns out the captain is a childhood bully of stede that reminisces on the bullying of stede as just light hearted pranks(i.e. the captain straps stede to a row bow and throws rocks at him).the english board his ship and the captain (nigel badminton,i believe is his name) has tea with stede and his crew.by the end stede gets fed up with badminton's attitude and badminton joins stede in his study.while trying to 'stun' badminton stede manages to knock him out with a paperweight but his(badminton's) body falls on his own sword.stede freaks out,his crew takes control of the soldiers badminton brought on board on the ship.Olu and jim convince stede to take credit for the accidental kill so he can look like a fierce captain in from of the rest of his crew. also revealed in the episode that stede left his mundane life with his wife (it was an arranged marriage) and kids for a life of piracy.
EPISODE 2!!! crew's doing a little storytime swapping tale at night but turns out no one is steering the ship to they run ashore.with the boat stuck on shore they relax on the island while stede tries to find a way to get the ship back to water.its revealed that stede has hallucinations (possibly his conscience) of badminton,since he killed him,badminton's/the hallucination of him sort of haunts/taunts him.not to much happens in this episode,olu and some of the other crew find a tribe native to the island,they interact with the crew blah blah blah,its revealed that jim is actually a woman(?) that's disguised as a man to hide from a lady named spanish jackie cause they killed her husband.lucius find jim trying to was up in the ocean being the only other crewmate to know about jim's secret (aside from olu,jim's best friend) also stede loses the captive english soldiers and they're found to be captured by other pirates on the island (later explained to be part of blackbeard's crew) and OMG IT'S CON O'NEILL god i love con sm anyways stede bluffs that his crew is surrounding izzy,fang,and ivan (those three being from blackbeard's crew) and stede manages to get the captives back while pissing off izzy.anyways they get olu to convince the natives to help stede and his crew to get their ship off land and back into the sea! also by the end of the episode stede reconciles with his guilt for accidentally killing nigel and his hallucinations of the taunting deceased nigel stop
EPISODE 3!!! okay so stede decides to sell the captive englishman to someone on the republic of pirates (i think thats that the place is called) and also stede finds lucius in the ship (at the end of ep 2 jim locked him in a chest so he could better hide his secret) jim lets lucius out and they set to the republic of pirates.this place is also where spanish jackie recides(the person that jim killed the husband of). stede goes around the isle trying to find someone to sell the englishman to.it's shown that stede doesn't know how to interact with real pirates and that he's too polite about mostly everything.jim,olu,stede,and lucius go into a bar owned by spanish jackie,stede reveals himself in a grand entrance that he's the 'gentleman pirate'.given his theatrical entrance he's received with less than enthusiastic reception. olu was forced to talk to spanish jackie while jim watches it unfold.spanish jackie invites jim to join the conversation,flirting with him during the conversation.turns out jim is just there to retrieve their dagger that was still in the corpse of spanish jackie's ex husband.jim goes in the back room of the bar and finds the corpse but before they can get the dagger jackie finds them and flirts with them some more.jim manages to escape,around the same time stede knocks over jackie's nose jar,a jar full of noses from jackie's past enemies.jackie lets stede and the others go after the barkeep (who happens to be one of jackies husbands) explains that blackbeard has interest in talking to stede.stede also sees izzy there who vauguely says that his captian (blackbeard) wants to have a word with him but stede doesnt want to associate with izzy orr his captain,not knowing that izzy is part of thee blackbeard's crew.anyways stede and co leave the bar but are approached by the barkeep that was at jackies pub,saying that he knows who they can sell the englishman to.he brings them to a ship where all of stedes crew board it with stede and it turns out to be a spanish ship.stede gets stabbed,his crew is captured and at the end of the episode stede is saved by a mysterious figure before he blacks out okay so ep ending explanation,jackies husband tricked them to going on the spanish ship,jackie was messing with jim,she knew who jim was the entire time. also if it wasn't clear the mysterious figure at the end of the ep was blackbeard
EPISODE 4!!! god this episode is so character driven so it gives me a lot of room to rant about the writing in this show's 1st season the opening scene is a flashback of stede's arranged marriage,in reality stede is ill and recovering from his stab wound.blackbeard has overtaken stede's ship,intrigued with him,he's also brought along izzy,fang,and ivan to the ship.blackbeard has been taking care of stede and had been making his crew fix his ship since the spanish partially messed it up n all.edward (blackbeard) has taken an interest in stede and his eccentricities,being bored with his life of constant pillaging and mutilating others. when stede wakes up ed doesn't tell him that he's blackbeard.they chat a bit and stede shows ed some of his hidden rooms in his ship,containing fancy frilly clothes.edward is amused by all of stede's knick knacks and while they're in the secret room they hear izzy calling out for blackbeard.in that moment ed reveals himself to stede as blackbeard and after a moment of shock stede continues on with his golly self,showing more of the ship to ed.its mentioned earlier in the episode that there seem to be ships in the distance and it only comes into play when the crew freak out because they realize it's a navy vessel.its revealed that blackbeard knew it all along an had been steering the ship in an area with thick fog to hide to ship from the navy.his plan almost works but the plan required it to be a certain day so the navy ship wouldn't steer in their direction and ed was off by one day.stede helps ed with a plan last minute,realizing ship aren't supposed to drift near lighthouses due to the rocks near lighthouse cliffs.they swing a bright lantern around and make lighthouse noises to imitate a lighthouse and drive the other ship away.it surprisingly works and they celebrate their survival. okay that was like a really quick summary,it doesn't do the episode justice so little details i missed -
-jim discussed their identity with the crew,the crew is confused on whether or not jim's a woman and jim just tells them to call them jim. (subtle canon queerness well written and not horribly shoved in thank god)
-ed is displeased with his current life as the infamous blackbeard,sick of the myth-ization of his pirate persona.the fact that he's so dreaded that even the sight of his ship's flag gets men to jump out of their own boats,the fact he doesn't even have to try anymore and that he is stuck with the same old routine makes him sick.stede introduces something refreshing and new to his life with all his gentle nature and theatrics.ed was told by izzy to kill stede many times throughout the episode but ed doesn't ge through with it,becoming interested with stede and wanting to see more of him.
-the whole ed not killing stede thing pisses off izzy a lot,izzy dislikes the idea of edward becoming 'soft'.he's always idolized the thought of ed as a powerful pirate.
not even halfway through the series yet lord
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obitv · 2 years ago
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DEADWOOD DEFENDERS - an au that asks a question literally nobody else has asked: what if things were FREAKIER!
dwd is an au where instead of being picked to become the prime defenders, all 3 of them (and later ashe) are kept in/sent to deadwood so WATCH doesnt have to worry about them, because theyre... a lot weirder
FYI - obviously this all takes place in deadwood, so im leaning a LOT into my own personal speculation and headcanons here. powers have also been toned down because i cant imagine a world with their current powers where theyd be hidden away no matter what this au version of WATCH thinks
THE GUYS!
william is a lot more dead from the outset, but not as bad as he is at current canon. he also has much less control over his powers and doesnt have ghostshaping. right before dakota and vyncent transfer, one of his best friends cory was reported to WATCH as having powers and because of this, his ghost hunting crew of the unwitness protection program have been reluctant to get up to their usual "fun". also theres definitely still monster attacks but theyre a lt less intense than they seemed to be in canon so nobody really connects the dots
dakotas also more dead!! well not really. but he is Very Aware he was dead for a bit, and WATCH is also very aware. he still had his martial arts training, and turned himself in to WATCH hoping he'd be sent to one of their training programs and get to be a real hero. but uh. WATCH had.. different ideas. and what better use for this kid with very clearly superntural shit going on than as a guide for this OTHER kid with supernatural shit that theyve been desperately trying to deal with!
vyncent is just trying his fucking best here. this version of fauna was a lot more "vengeful spirits" than dragons, and instead of the greats being confined to vyncents head he can see them as spirits and they can possess him, though hes still the only one who can hear them otherwise. WATCH had no fucking idea what to do with him, since they couldnt just toss this guy who doesnt even know what a phone is into deadwood (their favourite dumping ground for things hey dont want to worry about) alone. enter dakota!
when vyncent and dakota move to deadwood, theyre pretty much just.. given an apartment, money, the timetable for the school bus and very little else. however!! WATCH did the bare minimum and sends tide out to check on them every couple weeks or so. officially hes just there for a day to make sure theyre both still nebulusly alive and give them what money they need, check on their powers, that stuff. but unofficially he and dakota still manage to have their father-son dynamic but its a lot fucking funnier when they only see eachother once or twice a month and tide is banned from speaking with them unless its an emergency
"how do they meet?" i hear you ask. well. as far as WILLIAM knows, it was on his first day back after everyone got over him disappearing into the woods for a week and let him go to school again. but in reality he ran into them when he was still trying to get home post cliffdiving incident, looking like he just got mauled, and yelled at them for being in the woods because its dangerous before stumbling off in what was honestly . probably the wrong way. dakota doesnt realise it was william when he sees him in school and vyncent is honestly kinda intimidated by it and also is partially convinced william is some sort of spirit which. he isnt wrong. but he isnt fully right either. or a wereworld, because thats funny. but he isnt sure if theyre real in this world so he doesnt ask. he tries to ask dakota but all dakota knows about deadwood is "its weird" so he just says Yeah probably! and moves the fuck on
ashe is in this too!! since theres no pd in this au, nobody raided harttowa to capture wavelength until much later. while WATCH does still crack down on the operation, he has enough time to get the hell out of there with ashe. but since ashe never becomes friends with them, he gets a LOT riskier with his book and has An Incident. at this point, with watch AND overlord on his ass and his kid running the risk of dying or killing a lot of other people, he decides to move them to the only place too weird for heroes to go: deadwood! ashe is one of the only people who can safely go into the woods without getting horribly killed or changed, likely bc of the books protection. he'd meet william for the first time trying to figure out what the hell is going on, because of course he didnt ask if its ok to go into the haunted fucking woods, and william has to fucking bodily drag him out while explaining all the horrible death that happens there before realising OMG NEW WOODS FRIEND and begins assimilating her into the group
as for plot. um. ask me later. KIDDING ok but im only in the beginnings of one of those. this au is less mnm and more toned down call of cthulu, since thats what deadwood has been compared to a couple times before. mal and the spirit world still feature, but theres a lot more focus on trying to unravel the mysteries of this town and the woods around it while trying not to die or go insane or die worse
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Hey there, it’s your secret sleuth!
I just wanted to ask, are there any Christmas/holiday traditions you have that you think anyone in Nancy Drew might share? And if so, who do you think would share them?
Can’t wait to see what you think of my creation for you!
hey!! firstly i want to apologise that this is so late! i forgot my password for tumblr so i wasn't getting notifications🙀 secondly, please don't feel pressured to add any of these headcanons, since i replied so late! thirdly, i am a little bit drunk (work christmas parties, am i right?😂) so if this doesn't make any sense i sincerely apologise.
(ps, i sorta used this as an excuse to geek out about my headcanons and write a lil mini fic hehe. if you have any thoughts about this please reply!!) NOW, onto the christmas festivities! i am so excited about this question, adding headcanons to my fav characters is one of my hobbies haaha.
bess would 100% be in charge of decorating. tinsel, lights, a tree, the works. not only does she decorate the claw to an inch of its life, but the drew's placeas well. for the first time since her mother died there's colour and life in the household, and nancy doesn't know how she feels about it. ace is bess' partner in crime, diligetly holding boxes of decorations and telling her to move it slightly to the left, no right, OKAY there thats perfect.
speaking of ace, nancy is a little bit ignorant towards his jewish faith. not in an intentional way, but noticing this sort of stuff is usually nick's job (or bess). nancy is still grieving her mother, sure, but she's distant and somewhat shocked when ace mentions he doesn't celebrate christmas. they have a moment when solving a case together where he stops and explains hanukkah and his faith to nancy. obviously she knew, but she gets a bit singleminded when shes on a case. the convo ends with them having a moment (tm) and maybe a hug <3
nick has an old camcorder that his grandpa had sent him from florida. on it is loads of videos of nick during christmas time, which makes him secretly emotional. he shares this with george, but not the rest of the drew crew. he starts bringing the camera around everywhere with him; catching bess decorating the tree, ace stoned and nancy drunk in the office of the claw. theres a sneaky lil video of george half dressed, but not in a pornagraphic kind of way. nick likes recording the things he loves, and he manages to capture george in a way that is both sexaually empowering for her while still being soft, secretive and beautiful. carson and ryan even make a feature on nick's camera: the two of them arguing about how to assemble a gingerbread house that ends in a food fight.
george hates christmas. hates it with a passion. and yet...this year it doesn't seem too bad. nick is constantly around, supplying her with chocolate and organising lunch with her family and genuinely just being helpful. despite the cold the claw is busy during the christmas season, especially christmas eve when families come for a cheap meal and an even cheaper glasses of wine. ace convinces her to take a trip in florence, and they spend the night drinking lukewarm hot chocolate and staring at the christmas lights of horseshoe bay. the next day, bess is furious she wasn't invited and makes george come over for christmas cocktails and cookie decorating.
(they end up getting smashed due to bess' liberal measuring and spend the rest of the night in nancys closet, trying on sweaters and makeup)
i could go on about the drew crew for ages, but i have a finger cramp so this will have to do lmao! again, i'm sorry for replying late and please reply if you have any headcanons for the drew crew of your own! i am so excited to see what you come up with <3
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