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deer-in-headlights-stare · 2 years

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I posted 715 times in 2022

That's 715 more posts than 2021!

52 posts created (7%)

663 posts reblogged (93%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@cream-and-tea

@nicola-writes

@chaotic-queer-disaster

@wherearetheplants

@cryptid-s-wips

I tagged 537 of my posts in 2022

Only 25% of my posts had no tags

#writblr - 51 posts

#queued - 51 posts

#important - 41 posts

#inspo - 29 posts

#queer queer queer - 27 posts

#flower.txt - 25 posts

#[zombie wip] - 25 posts

#luce - 19 posts

#save for later - 18 posts

#<3 - 17 posts

Longest Tag: 101 characters

#im still going to read the rest of the series but i will complain heavily if the love triangle is bad

My Top Posts in 2022:

"3 Photos" Tag Game

thanks for the tag @annarts05 !

Rules: Find 3 photos/images (they can be anything at all, memes, vintage photographs, quotes, anything) that you feel describe your wip. If you want, you can tell a little bit your story, too. You can do it with or without the context.

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10 notes - Posted June 27, 2022

would anyone be interested in a sensory-processing-disorder-culture blog? I don't see a lot of representation that is specifically for spd folks but i don't know how big the community is on here.

it would be for autistic and allistic folks ofc and a nice way to connect with our community.

(non-spd folks are encouraged to boost)

14 notes - Posted July 24, 2022

Writeblr Reintro :)

-> hi, welcome to my writeblr! on this corner of the internet, i go by flower, but i'm open to any nicknames as well. i'm a biracial, queer teen writer who has spd and some other mental illnesses too. now onto the actual writing stuff...

-> i tend to write science fiction and dystopian, with a dash of low fantasy and horror. i write both prose and poetry, though i talk about the prose part more often here. also, most of my work is ya/teen.

-> that being said, i'm open to reading anything! i do have a special love for sci-fi (especially post-apocalyptic or set in space) and supernatural/horror, so if your wip features that, hit me up! i'd love to learn about them. even if your wips aren't those genres, feel free to come into my ask box anytime! i need social interaction, even though i may take a little while to answer it :)

-> my wips usually have a queer/neurodivergent cast, mixed-race characters (hey, if no one else will, gotta do it yourself right?), found family and blorbos who really, really need to sleep. sometimes there are even cats.

wips under the cut!

untitled poetry

-> second draft, first person pov, multiple pov, poetry format, fantasy/horror/retelling. i don't talk about this one very often here.

-> a series of dark fairytale retellings in an interconnected universe that does not always promise a happily ever after.

the zombie wip

-> first draft, first person pov, multiple povs, prose, science fiction/dystopian.

-> four kids meet on a train, having never met each other before but all having the same goal: to leave their utopian society. set in a post-apocalyptic world rife with secrets, lies and things not quite human.

main cast:

-> liz - she/her, 19. looking for closure. finds something else.

-> cricket - she/her, 17. the heir.

-> luce - they/she, 17. for them, vengeance is no longer a waking dream.

-> ari - he/him, 15. trying to fix what is already too far gone.

tag: #[zombie wip]

comic sans wip intro

navigation!

-> #flower.txt for all of my original posts, coherent or not.

-> #flower writes for snippets and excerpts from my wips.

-> #flower answers an ask for all ask games and questions.

-> #flower does a tag (game) for all the games i have been tagged in.

16 notes - Posted October 31, 2022

Writeblr Introduction

please ignore how long it took me to post this

drumroll please...

☆ hi, welcome to my blog! you can call me anything but online i usually go by flower and my pronouns are she/her. and i also have sensory processing disorder and social anxiety.

☆ i mainly write sci-fi and dystopian, with some low fantasy on the side. I write both prose and poetry, though i lean heavily toward prose. Most of my work is ya, but i want to write middle grade/childrens one day.

☆ i like being tagged in writing tag games! not the writing tag game days, though so no sts/worldbuilding wensday please!

☆ i am a minor, so don't be creepy. adults can follow, but i may not feel comfortable following back.

☆ dni's don't usually work but this blog supports mspec lesbians/gays, people with xenogenders, ace and aro folks, people with "contradicting" labels and all good faith identities. Queer is not a slur.

☆ if you mainly post fandom-related stuff, i have a fandom blog! you can check out my fandoms at @fandom-flower-shop

my wips under the cut

☆ zombie wip

Liz, Cricket, Luce and Ari have their own reasons for leaving Utopia, the only home they've ever known - and safe haven from whatever lies beyond its protective dome. Not even stumbling upon secrets about what really happened will stop them from trekking through a post-apocalyptic United States and doing what they came for. Right?

Oh, and there's zombies.

stage: first draft

tag: #[zombie wip]

comic sans wip intro

☆ untitled poetry

A series of poems that put gory, violent twists on classic fairytales such as Snow White, Hansel and Gretel and Red Riding Hood.

stage: second draft

18 notes - Posted June 5, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

my favorite character relationship is "chaotic" and "chastizes the other for being chaotic, while also being the most chaotic motherfucker here"

27 notes - Posted August 5, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #false #(for anyone wondering I started this blog in 2022 so that's why I have so many more reblogs than 2021)

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cherry-bomb-ships · 2 years

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OH GOD GOOD MORNING I JUST WOKE UP AND REALIZED TODAY IS MY FIRST ANNIVERSARY WITH LADY DIMITRESCU 😳💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

Happy anniversary to my favorite big scary milf, who is to this day (somehow) still my only female f/o! She's just... DEAR GOD JUST LOOK AT HER 💖💖💖💖💖

#how fitting my anniversary wif her is the day before pride month. idk what that says but it sure says it #anyways WHOOOOOOOOO 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖#ill try to reblog an ask game to talk about her but feel free to send in any unprompted questions hehe 💖💖💖#💜: songbird under the dragon's wing #ruby rambles

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call-me-copycat · 2 years

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Welcome！❀.(*´▽`*)❀.

こんにちわ！

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Hello! I'm new here, but here's some things about me you should know;

You can call me CopyCat (like my name), and I like to write. You can also call me by my nickname "Michi" (short for "Michiko"). I'm fine with little nicknames like "kitty", "kitten", "cat", things like that are fine with me.

I'm not very good at writing for a wide range of topics, so right now it's only going to be fanfiction for My Hero Academia. Maybe some short stories as well, because I'm trying to branch out. I might do some poetry or small stories, so feel free to ever ask about that if you'd like.

Also! I do this for fun, and as a learning experience. I don't really have a schedule, nor will I have the energy to write all the time, but that doesn't mean I won't write at all!

I will gladly write for you and any idea/prompt you want as long as you follow my conditions [since I'm still learning, they're going to be kind of specific- sorry!(||´Д｀)ｏ]

My blog is a Safe Space for any and everyone! LGBTQ, any race, any mental/physical illness, any size, any origin, any belief, anything! You know, as long as it's not hateful to another group

I get kind of lonely sometimes, so feel free to hop by in my inbox! Or feel free to tag me in any tag/reblogs games ♪⁠～⁠(⁠´⁠ε⁠｀⁠ ⁠)

I love Japan and everything about Japanese culture (it's where my family's from, after all!) . I also love anything cute/kawaii, and I love sweets 🍰

A fun fact about me: I love biology and biotech! I might try going for a master's degree for biotech, but I also want to be a translator or manga artist

I have OC's and I'm willing to talk about them! I'm also willing to talk about any OC's you made and want to discuss (⸝⸝ ´艸`⸝⸝)

Rules!🍰

My Hero Academia x Reader

Characters I feel I can write well:

Shinso☂️ (Platonic- friends/ Romantic/ Yandere):

Since he's one of my favorite characters I'm pretty sure I've got his personality down by now.

Midoriya📓 (Platonic-friends/ Romantic/ Yandere):

Another one I feel I can write pretty well because I have a similar personality.

Tamaki🐙 (Platonic-friends/ Romantic/ Yandere):

Same thing as Midoriya's

Aizawa☕ (Platonic- Caregiver, Mentor, Father, Yandere Parent):

Same thing as Shinso's

Characters I'm decent at writing (Not too good not too bad):

Bakugo💣 (Platonic-friends/ Romantic/ Yandere):

I'm not the best when it comes to writing him, but then again I'm not the worst, his personality is just a bit difficult for me.

Inasa/ Shishikura🎋 (Platonic-friends):

Their personalities are a bit easier to write, but I don't think I have them down pat just yet. I can only write them platonically, sorry about that. I typically like writing them together (not together together, but like since I think they're a really funny duo, it's just a little more entertaining when they're written together)

Mirio🌟 (Platonic-friends):

Same thing as Inasa/Shishikura's.

Monoma🍂 (Platonic-friends/ Yandere):

Now you're probably a little confused, but I can't really write him in a normal relationship, I don't know why, but him being a Yandere is just easier for me to write.

Todoroki❄️🔥 (Platonic-friends/ Romantic/ Yandere:

Ehh... I'm going to be honest, I'm not exactly the best at writing him, but I can try.

Hawks🕊️ (Platonic- friends, mentor, temporary caregiver/ Maybe Romantic/ Yandere):

I feel as though I'd have an easier time writing him as a mentor or something, but if you want a romantic story then you'll have to request, and I'll promise to try my best!

Midnight🌙🍷 (Platonic- Mentor, temporary caregiver):

I feel like I'm 50/50 when it comes to writing her, as I've never written her on her own, and it's always been with Mic and Aizawa or some other teacher. I love her personality, though.

Present Mic 🎤 (platonic- mentor, temporary caregiver):

Same as midnight, I'm not really the best at writing him on his own, and if I did then it'd be rather short, sorry about that!

Everyone else:

All the other characters would have to be platonic, but I can still write prompts for them!

Overall, I don't have any problems with any of the characters (go nuts guys).

What I Won't Write For:

I will write for a large amount of subjects, but these I refuse to or can't write, so please don't suggest!

Weird kinks (Such as pee or scat)

Political or overly religious prompts (with exceptions, such as it helps drive the plot forward)

Anything that has real people involved

Weird or illegal ships (like child x adult, or sibling x sibling)

Character x character, only character x Reader (ok, unless they're in a poly relationship)

Anything homophobic, fatphobic, racist, overly sexist, or stuff like that (unless it's pointing out someone bad or it's to move the plot forward). If you get upset at this, please leave now

Any hate in general towards an undeserving person/ group

Male reader ( I have nothing against male readers, but since I'm female I find it rather difficult writing from a different perspective). I will write from a gender neutral point of view though :⁠-⁠)

What I Will Write:

These are the things that I will write for you:

Angst 🍫

Fluff 🍰

Alternate Universe [AU] (Only some though) 🍓

Mind Control/ Brainwashing 🍄

Dark content 🥩

Hurt/ Comfort 🍪

Unrequited Love 🍥

Slow Burn 🥡

Yandere 🔪

Amnesia Fic 🎂

Body Swap 🍨

Friends To Lovers 🍩

Arranged Marriage 🍣

Marriage 🥠

Pregnancy 🍮

And a bunch of other prompts, but I'm not really that picky on what you want, if I don't like it, then I'll be sure to tell you in a taken manner.

Darker Content That I'm Fine With Writing Too:

Mature content

Death

Torture

Unhealthy obsessions and behaviors

Kidnapping

Mental Illnesses (respectfully- most likely for hurt/comfort fics)

Also a bunch other stuff, I'm not really that picky on these either, but if I have a problem with a request then I'll just tell you and you can change it, no biggie! ( ˶ˊᵕˋ)

Requests!

If you wish to request, then please send me an ask or a message, and give me the emoji that I used (if there isn't one, then just tell me, that's fine too), what character(s) you want, just try to get as specific as you can, it'll help me greatly! ( ･ㅂ･)و ̑̑

Please don't be afraid to request! It doesn't cost you anything, and if I have a problem with the request, then I'll just talk to you about altering it.

Honestly, I'm asking for requests, so please don't hesitate!

But since I'm new to this system, please have patience! I tend to get really nervous around things like this, as it can be very unpredictable. (๑////๑)

Prompts

Random Prompts

"I think I'm having a feeling. How do I make it stop?"

"I don't like how that ended. Let's pretend it never happened". "Life doesn't work like that". "It does now"

"you're not my favorite person today" "I'm not your favorite person on any day"

"I had to learn how to fight for myself"

"And they looked at me, like there was something in me worth looking at"

"Some memories are the worst form of torture"

"You said this place was built to imprison something. What was it?" "Me."

"They made you into a weapon and told you to find peace"

"You know I'll win". "And you know I'll fight"

"Are you sober?". "I'm moderately functional". "I'll take that as a 'no' "

"You know you're in love with her, right?". "Since when?". "Since pretty much always"

"you stay awake, do you hear me?! Don't you dare close your eyes! Please! Come on!"

"Shut up.". "I didn't say anything.". "Don't care. Shut up"

"How long have you been standing there?". "Longer than you'd like"

"All of those people are alive right now - because of her"

The girl looked up at him and smiled. His blood ran cold. She shouldn't be able to see him.

"What happened to your-". "I lost a bet". "Why-". "I don't wanna talk about it"

"You know you're my favorite, right?". "I better be"

"How are you feeling". "I think you broke one of my fingers". "Better your fingers than your face"

"This way is more efficient". "This way is going to get us killed"

"why are hiding behind me? What did you do?"

"On a scale from one to ten, how bad of an idea do you think it'll be if we got married.". "Off the charts. Let's do it"

"Do I get bonus points if I act like I care?"

"Excuse me, I have to go make a scene"

"Were you dropped on your head?"

Soft Family/ Comfort Prompts

"I'm glad you came into my life"

"Come here. I'll fix it"

"And when were you going to tell me?"

"Come on. Bedtime"

"Very funny"

"Try to eat something"

"I'll protect you. They'll never touch you again"

"You don't have to be ashamed"

"Look at me. I'm so proud of you"

"What do you need?"

"Who did this to you?"

"I'm sorry, but this is going to hurt"

"This will help, I promise"

"No, no- it's alright, come here."

"I'm not going to leave you. You're never going to have to suffer by yourself again, I promise."

"there, there, it's ok, don't cry"

"I will always be here for you. Never forget that."

"Don't you ever forget that I'm always here"

"If you ever feel alone, don't, because I am right here"

"I'm going to be here for you, through it all"

"Are you ok? Do you need a hug"

"I will always offer my shoulder for you to cry on"

Angsty Dialogue Prompts

"Who the hell did this to you?!"

"Are you alright? You hit your head pretty hard. . ."

"I can't see!! What's happening to me?!"

"When was the last time you ate?"

"What do you mean you're fine? You are not fine!"

"There's so much blood. . . You won't last"

"Are you. . . Throwing up in there?"

"Why aren't you eating?"

"Just breath. . . You're okay, I promise, just breath"

"I can't breath, I can't-"

"I trusted you!"

"Sometimes I wish I could just fall asleep and never wake up"

"I'm trying, all the time. But it's just too hard"

"How could you do this to me?! After everything we've been through?!"

"I don't have a choice. I never had."

"Don't you ever say that to me again. I mean it"

"You think it's funny, but it's not. It hurts a lot, actually."

"I don't want to live without you, but that doesn't mean I can't. Don't make me prove it"

"I can't stand you when you're like this"

"If I disappear, will you look for me?"

"I thought we'd have more time"

"You were the only person I thought I could trust"

"You promised you wouldn't forget me"

"I didn't mean to love you so much"

"I don't have anyone else"

"I thought you still loved me"

"It wasn't supposed to end this way"

"All these years and you decide to break my heart now?!"

"Did I ever really matter to you"

"I know the voices aren't real, but..."

Cute Fluffy Romantic Prompts

"I like the way your hand fits in mine"

"You have something in your hair. Umm... Do you want me to get it out?"

"It's nice that your voice was the first thing I heard today"

"You can call me whenever you want. . . Even if you don't have a reason to"

"Wait, don't pull away. . . Not yet"

"You look really cute in that sweater"

"No, it's fine. I can wait until you're finished talking with them"

"Your hair is so soft. . ."

"It's too cold! Come back!"

"No, I'm not letting you go. It's too early to get out of bed"

"C'mere, you can sit in my lap until I'm done working"

"I'm not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention"

"What? Does that feel good?"

"I think I'm in love with you and I'm terrified"

"It's not a double date. We're just third and fourth wheeling."

"There is something between us and it is the most beautiful thing I've ever felt"

"You are the first thing on my mind, the last thought before sleep, and my truest love"

"You are a fountain of good fortune, my love"

"Seeing your face is like drinking water after a lifetime in the desert"

"If I could stay here, with you, forever, I would"

Conclusion

Overall, I'm willing to write whatever you want as long as you agree to the rules above. Please be patient with me, I'm new to Tumblr and it's writing systems that people here have implanted, so if you have some things that you think I should know, is if you see that I'm doing something incorrectly, please tell me!

I'm completely open to any constructive criticism and feedback that you have for me! Anything that you believe I should know, please tell me! Just please don't take advantage of this and spam me with hate comments and try to mess with me, just... please don't.

Also, I just wanted to say this;

If you ever need to talk to someone, then I'm always here to listen! It doesn't even have to be something bad! You could be lonely, or you could have had a bad day and need someone to vent to, or you could have found a funny cat picture online and want to show everyone, it could be for literally anything.

I'll listen to you if you want to talk to someone.

I'll listen to you if you need to talk to someone.

I may not get to your message(s) immediately, but I'll try my best.

The reason I'm saying this is because I grew up a very shy person, with no one to talk to and wished someone would say the same to me.

Anyways thank you for reading this mess of mine, and I hope that you have a lovely day today (or night tonight) ❀˳꒰*ॢ´◡`*ॢ꒱❀˳

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miridiums-writing · 4 years

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Punishment

Tom riddle x reader chapter 3

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Summary : Tom’s punishment was to live a muggle life, his past and life story chosen by the ministry of magic to ensure he learned. Reader was chosen to live as his partner to ensure nothing goes wrong

Warnings : none really, just a bit of Tom being bullied again

Tag list : @dearseungie @the-gazette-of-tea @girl-between-worlds @starlight-boo @bornbeautiful123

Ryan tapped his fork against his glass, raising it towards everyone and gathering everyone attention, except for the young boy next to Tom, who was busy fiddling with Tom’s jacket sleeve. Tom looked bored, watching the boy play with his jacket, making sure he didn’t ruin it. Y/n found it rather cute, but they didn’t dare speak up about remembering mentioning it earlier when the boy gave Tom a rabbit teddy and wanted him to play house with him. Tom just made the rabbit hop around until it ‘died’. Which made the small boy get frustrated and said he was going to tell on tom if he didn’t play nicely. Tom had sighed and tried to ‘play nicely’. In reaction Y/n had said he should be a babysitter making Tom kick them under the table.

“Thank you for all gathering and attending my dinner party, as you all know the library is going to be 100 years old today so I thought it would be appropriate for us all come together and unite, please enjoy the food and the party” With that he sat back down again, turning to a woman who looked slightly underweight, her thin sickly figure leaning rather uncomfortably in her chair, her face looking like she had just ate a rather sour lemon. It was rather comedic seeing the large man talking to a woman who looked the complete opposite to him, and clearly wanted to leave. Tom was still preoccupied trying to keep the kid from getting bored, his parental figure had disappeared off somewhere, leaving Tom to look after him. Though weirdly enough Tom wasn’t complaining, over the last twenty minutes they had bonded a little.

Tom chased his hand across the table towards the boy, pretending his hand was a spider as the boy smacked his hand down of Tom’s hand to kill it, rinse and repeat. Tom just hoped the boys family would come around soon, if he was going to be his babysitter, it would be nice to have something in return. “Can I sit in your lap?” The boy said, tugging on Tom’s arm. Tom stared at the body shocked for a moment before Y/n nudged his arm. He sighed to himself, picking the boy up carefully and placing him on his lap, Tom allowed him to continue playing around with his fingers as he turned to Y/n hoping for something better.

“Talk to me” Tom said, staring at Y/n as they continued to watch Ryan and the woman. Y/n turned to him, slightly surprised at his request, but not minding obliging. “You see the couple over there, the ones holding hands but looking completely away from each other” Tom followed Y/n’s gaze to a man and a woman holding hands but looking rather uncomfortable around each other, like they had just met, or something had gone wrong. The woman was preoccupied staring at the floor, maybe hoping it would swallow her up, while the man stared at the ceiling, swirling a drink in his free hand. “Yeah, what about them”

“They’ve both been cheating on each other, but due to the ladies father they are unable to break up for publicity sake, so in public they try to act like a couple, while in secret they both knowingly cheat on the other, living separate lives within their lives in the hopes that one day soon her father will die and they will be able to stop this publicity stunt”

“why not just break up now, wouldn’t that be easier”

“well they could, but the woman’s father is filthy rich, and they need his income of money to supply each of their families they have created outside their marriage, they both can’t get out until he dies, so they are waiting till then”

“Why not just kill the dad, make life easier”

“There’s no guarantee they would get away with it without being arrested, neither would want to risk something like that, now, pick someone in the room and ill tell you a dirty secret about them”

“ooooh, I like this game, ok, her” Tom nodded his head over to an old lady sat laughing and smiling at a baby in a stroller next to her.

“good choice, ok, she murdered her husband” Tom turned to look at Y/n rather shocked, the woman’s calm and motherly air definitely didn’t scream a killer. “You have me intrigued, why did she kill him”

“Simple, when she was young there was no way to divorce people, her husband was abusive, and she decided she deserved better. She made sure everything was ready and got away with it. A lot of women in the area go to her when they feel alone, she has an aura that women find calming and safe.” Tom nodded along while Y/n spoke, watching the old lady from the corner of his eye. “Anyone else you want to know about?” Just then Ryan started making his way around the room headed straight towards Tom and Y/n. Tom turns to look at me panicking slightly. Though Y/n looks pointedly down at the boy in his lap. Bingo.

Tom slightly loudly asks if the boy needs the bathroom, the boy preoccupied with the toy in his hands, he nods. Tom sighs lightly and goes to take him to the bathroom, while Ryan decided to talk to Y/n while he was gone. The man gives Y/n a large grin as he sits in the seat Tom had sat in, turning to Y/n ready to converse. His presence gave Y/n an off feeling, and now realized why Tom hated him so much, he gave them a sick feeling and it made her want to run. “Enjoying the dinner then?” Y/n stared at the man for a second before silently nodding at his question not really wanting to talk to him.

Meanwhile Tom stood in the hallway, the boy stood at his side staring at him in disbelief. “That was the only reason you wanted to leave? Weak” Tom stared angrily down at the boy who had been roasting him for half the evening now and didn’t show any sign of stopping the onslaught towards Tom. “Its not like that, I don’t like the feeling he gives off”

“So, you left him alone with your partner knowing full well has a weird guy, what a great boyfriend you make”

“Hey, I’m an amazing boyfriend, I make them pancakes for breakfast every morning”

“Uhuh, so does my mummy, that isn’t anything special” Tom was getting more agitated at the boy by the second, how was he so easily able to get under Tom’s skin?

“Fine then, ill go swoop in and save them like an amazing boyfriend would”

“See you in a few seconds when you come back scared” Tom ground his teeth together at the boys last comment before stalking over to where Y/n and Ryan were sat. he was trying to figure out how he should play this before he just casually threw his arm over Y/n shoulders and stared at Ryan. Ryan smiled at Tom, glad that he had finally arrived. “Tom, just the man I wanted to see”

“Whatever for?”

“Oh, just to tell you that due to your diligence last week on noticing that screw loose on the shelves we were able to fix the problem and stop a lot of property damage, so I was going to give you a bonus this month” Tom sighed quietly in Y/n’s ear, kicking himself for being scared for no reason.

“Thankyou that is really appreciated” And with that, Ryan stood up to walk back over to his chair. Y/n started to giggle to themselves trying desperately to hold it back so as not to invoke the wrath of Tom, but Tom was too tired now, the day of work had been tiring enough, not to add on the panic Ryan always ensues, how much energy it takes up cleaning up after Debbie’s kids, plus the kid from earlier, who he still hadn’t figured out who he belonged to. He slumped back down into his chair, ready to go home and go to sleep.

“If you’re really that tired just put your head on my shoulder” Tom turned to look at them with a look that screamed ‘bitch what?’ “Earlier you came in to help me thinking I was in trouble, least I can do is return the favour.” Tom considered the offer before thinking ‘what the hell if he looks like he’s asleep people will leave him alone’. So, he gently places his head on Y/n’s shoulder, unsure quite what to do until they brought this head down so the full weight of his head was on them. It was surprisingly comfortable for the both of them, and as the night drew to a close both of them felt that a bond, no matter how small had managed to form. If they were stuck here together, they were going get out that way.

Please reblog if you enjoyed

Requests are open please just ask

#tom riddle punishment story #tom riddle imagines #tom riddle x y/n #tom riddle #tom riddle x reader #harry potter imagines #harry potter x reader #harry potter #chapter 3 #punishment story

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dontjudgemeimawriter · 3 years

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About Me

Hi!

My name is Emma, you can call me anything that makes sense though. My main is @magicmoon65 (I do like the nickname Magic but any's fine), it's mostly reblogs and feel free to follow me there. Mostly I want to make sure ppl know because that's what I follow, like, ask, and reply as. Any writeblr stuff will be here though!

I use she/her pronouns and identify as a lesbian. This is reflected in my writing because all my characters, especially main characters, as queer, and I try for diversity of all kinds but am sure there's some ways I can improve.

I'm 22 and recent college graduate, psychology major with writing & theater minors. I include this because my love of psychology gets reflected in my writing. Writing isn't my career but I consider it more than a hobby-- writing is my life & soul.

I've been writing since I was about 11, when I wrote out of a notebook while in class and shared it with my best friend during lunch. This means I'm a lot more open than most to sharing my writing,especially when I feel like people are going to see it. I've been sharing more recently because people are seeing and interacting with what I post and it makes me really happy to see.

I love to be tagged in tag games! I have a list of blogs to tag in tag games, (but when they don't respond I get shyer about tagging them) so if you want to get tagged let me know! Feel free to tag me, too-- I also try to comment on what I get tagged in as that's how I've grown confidence here.

I write a bit of a variety of things but every thing is very heavily character- driven. I have a lot of character whose flaws drive the story. I end up writing a lot about trauma and mental illness, too, meaning my stuff can get really angsty.

I write mostly fantasy, some YA/New Adult realistic fiction. Most of my fantasy is somewhat urban, somewhat modern. I avoid the Tolkien-level high fantasy as well as save-the-world plots, and prefer the stakes to be much smaller but still high due to how personal they are. Something that shows up a LOT is secrets, and I often build entire plots around a secret the character feels they have to keep.

I'm a planster, I plan a bit but largely like to discover as I go, and I have a pretty good system for balancing the two. I'm also a "can't write if font is a basic sans serif" person. And I vastly overuse em dashes. I prefer writing in first person past and to get really close to their thoughts-- I actually rarely italicize thoughts because I believe that all almost all the narration should be inner thoughts. I also believe that any first person narrator should be unreliable in the sense that they have a strong bias... but not unreliable in that they purposefully lie to or keep things from the reader. I'm pretty lax with spoilers as a concept, since I believe that if I ruin something by revealing a twist, it was badly written to begin with. That said, I want to gauge reactions accurately, and that may be the main reason to keep from revealing something.

I'll keep sharing my stuff as long as people interact with it, and I do follow a bit of a social contract... meaning if you interact with my stuff I'm very likely to get interested in yours. That said, though I like to read snippets and excerpts, I will never keep up with anything serial posted here. But, I do like to beta read, so if you need beta readers (for a completed, not necessarily finalized, draft) hmu and we can talk.

My blog is writing advice, some writing memes, a lot of tag games (including rb's of others'), and some excerpts of my WIP.

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lythea-creation · 2 years

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The Hunger Games Boyfriend/Girlfriend Scenarios - When They Realize They Love You

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Author's note: Feel free to check out my Masterlists and make requests. No reposting please! Reblogging, comments and requests are always appreciated <3 If you like the story/my writing, please don't be shy to say it via comments or asks! It takes you a few seconds and might make my day. It's the best appreciation you can show to a writer you like.

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Gale

Katniss is ill and therefore you and Gale decide to go hunting and give half of your prey to her

Gale and you split up as he examines his traps and you pick some berries and plants

When you return to the meeting point, Gale gets lost in your proud and relieved smile due to amount of food you have collected

He immediately mirrors your smile and praises you with a joke

When you make your way back to 12, a comfortable silence surrounds you

Gale cannot take his eyes off of you

This is the first time you and Gale are alone

He has always thought that spending time hunting together with Katniss and you was what had made him happy, the peace inside the forest and the relief of being able to provide his family with food, learning new techniques from each other and talking about so many different things

But now he notices that this was not the case

Just being silent with you, just being with you at all makes his heart flatter

Many girls at school have been interested in him over the last years and he has always turned them down

You have been with him all the time, helping him during his worst times and accepting him the way he is without expecting anything in return

He has just realized what he had taken for granted for too long

He realized that he never wanted to lose you, that you meant far more to him than he had noticed before

He wishes he could stay alone with you inside the forest forever, though he should actually hope for Katniss to get healthy soon, after all Katniss is his best friend

But you are more to him and he has just realized that

Finnick

He realizes it during his Games; that he wants to return to you

Over the last months many girls have always gathered around him, annoying him

But you have been different

You have always been kind to him, had not just looked on his outside but actually tried to get to know him

it had drawn him to you, leading to you to spend a lot of time together, trying to ignore the death stares of the other girls

You have never cared, only cared about him, his real self

Haymitch

Actually it has been love at first sight, although he only realizes later

He is going hard on you while mentoring you

At one point he yells at you so badly that you start crying and are not able to calm down

He feels guilty for making you cry like that and wonders why he has overreacted so much; the alcohol?

After a while you calm down on your own and pretend that nothing has happened, continuing your preparation for the Games

He just realizes why he has been rough to you the whole time, during your first near-death experience inside the arena

He has been scared that you would die and therefore has wanted to prepare you better than anyone else

He cares about you more than he has wanted to admit and now he has payed the prize

Instead of confessing his in his opinion strange feelings to you, he has made you cry without even apologizing

He could only hope that you would return to him and give him a second chance

Peeta

Since your first meeting he cannot not get you out of his mind

He watches you at school (not in a creepy way) and sometimes eats lunch with you

He has realized his feelings for you pretty quickly

He just cannot not pay attention to anything else but you, except his cakes as he wants to improve his skills even more for you

Johanna

She does not realize it for a while

She has noticed that something is off with her

You are always on her mind and it drives her crazy

It pisses her off that you come along with Katniss and therefore torments Katniss even more

At the Capitol she casually tries to spend as much time with you as possible

She does not understand it herself, why she is feeling like that

Finnick is her friend too, but with him she does not feel that way

She finally realizes when she talks with Katniss about the relationship of Annie and Finnick after the jabberjay attack

“Love is weird.”

Katniss

Katniss has felt a strange connection to you when your eyes met for the first time in district 11, but she brushes it off thinking it was because of Rue

As you are the victor of the 73rd Hunger Games, Katniss and you meet at the Quarter Quell again

You are a part of her alliance

Instead of protecting and worrying for Peeta like she is supposed to, Katniss catches herself looking out for you

She watches you secretly (not in a creepy way) and wants to spend time with you

The act with Peeta gets harder and harder for her

She has felt guilty before for kissing Peeta without really loving him, but now it is eating her up

She catches herself wishing to be with you instead while she watches you with Finnick

She realizes how serious her feelings are after the jabberjay attack

Peeta tries to soothe her the whole time, to no avail

When your eyes meet you approach her and she rests in your arms

The feeling of safety is the strongest she has ever felt

It feels right

When you smile comfortingly at her and stroke her cheek, she finally realizes

Cressida

You two make more video clips and therefore spend pretty much time together

You slowly but cautiously start to open up to her and tell her about your life in district 9

She is fascinated how different your life is compared to hers and starts questioning the Capitol's actions even more

You let her read some of the stories you have written, fiction inspired by your life

She is impressed by your writing style and your criticism of the society included

Over the next years you two become friends and start spending time together without filming

You even call each other when you are back in district 9

You inspire her to support the rebellion and help changing Panem like you have done in your stories

She realizes what you mean to her when the Quarter Quell is announced

She does not want you to participate in the Hunger Games again

Therefore she wants to take you to district 13 with her

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quicksilversquared · 4 years

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Move to Safety

After Adrien just happens to spy Nooroo in his father's office, he's sent into an panic. His father is Hawkmoth, which means that Adrien is in serious danger.

Thankfully the Dupain-Chengs are more than willing to step up to the plate and lend a helping hand.

links in the reblog

Adrien didn't know what he was going to do. He paced, he grabbed at his hair, he made a couple stabs at making plans to run away but found big, gaping holes in his plans almost immediately when he actually managed to take a half-step back and look at them again.

His father was Hawkmoth, and Adrien Was Not Dealing.

"I can't sleep here, what if he finds out about me?" Adrien asked frantically for the twenty-fifth time, carding his fingers through his hair. "Or what if he already knows? What if he suspects something and decides to put up a camera on my window? What if-"

"Okay, first of all, I do check for things like cameras and hidden microphones all the time," Plagg said loudly, cutting through Adrien's panicked fog for the first time in- well, for the first time in however many minutes it had been that Adrien had been freaking out. "There aren't any over here or any even pointed in this direction, which is a bit odd considering how often you sneak out but maybe it's because people can't really sneak in this way. Second of all- can't you move out? You were planning on doing that when you went to university anyway, right?"

Adrien nodded, then shook his head. "I'm too young to move out yet, I still have a few months before I'll even be able to sign a lease. And if I move out right away- then he'll know that something is up. It's better not to arouse any suspicions, but I don't want to be close enough for him to get any suspicions about me."

"He's had years to get suspicious about you, though," Plagg countered. "It's not like you just started being Chat Noir."

"Yeah, well, I've had years to get suspicious about him, too, and look at where we are now!"

Plagg looked. His usually picture-perfect Chosen was a frazzled mess in the middle of his room, hair sticking up oddly from him pulling at it so much. He could see where Adrien had been pacing in the carpet, the little loops scuffed more than the ones around them. Scattered pages of notes from his half-baked plans covered the top of the desk, some things circled and others crossed out (and some circled and then crossed out).

It was a somewhat unsettling picture.

"Okay, so first of all, don't let on that anything is different," Plagg said, because apparently he had to be the cool-headed thinker between the two of them now. "If you do, your father will investigate. Second of all, you have locks on your doors, right? Lock them at night."

Adrien shook his head. "It won't make a difference. Father has the keys to all of the rooms. At best, I could set an alarm so that I would wake up if someone came in, but that would be hard to do without anyone noticing. What if I set it at night, had to go out for a morning akuma attack and forgot about it, and one of the maids tried to come in? Then the alarm would go off and Father would be so confused and annoyed and would investigate and-"

Plagg watched, unimpressed. "I think pigtails is wearing off on you with the over-the-top unrealistic panic scenarios."

"They aren't unrealistic! You've seen what Father is like. Paranoid and controlling and- he's a supervillain, Plagg, it's not unrealistic for him to notice something off in the room and wonder about it and then he would try to lock me down even more while he tries to figure out what's going on and why I have an alarm system set up on the interior doors of my room."

...his Chosen had a good point. So Plagg sighed, floated down to desk level, and actually gave it some more thought.

Tikki would be so proud of him right now.

"Okay, so you'll definitely have to tell Ladybug sooner rather than later," Plagg started, because while the discovery was earth-shattering for Adrien, he still had to think like a superhero. "And then, uh..."

Yeah, so maybe he was coming up a little blank.

"Yeah, that was about as far as I got, too," Adrien said moodily, flopping down in his desk chair and spinning around. "I mean, once I turn eighteen and can rent a place, I could just escape at night and run over there to sleep. As long as I set an alarm every night, I should be able to get back here before anyone notices that I'm gone. And I would only need to buy a mattress to keep over there, at least until I move out for good. And at least I can afford it," he added. "All of the money from my modeling and commercials and all the other stuff that I've done- that's in my account, and no one can take it from me. I made sure that the account was entirely in my name last year, when I started thinking about moving out. Neither Father nor Nathalie can touch the money in there, I made sure of that."

That still left several months between now and then which- well, again, not ideal. Maybe they would defeat his father before then, since they knew where to find him now, but if they didn't...

"Lots of sleepovers with friends, maybe?" Plagg suggested weakly. Adrien laughed, then sighed.

"Yeah, I wish. I think Nino might start to wonder if I showed up at his house every night for three and a half months, though. And his parents might call Father, and I don't want that." Adrien slumped in his chair again, then straightened with a yelp when he caught sight of the time. "Oh! Crud, I'm meant to be going over to Marinette's house today so we can all hang out today. I don't want to be late for that. C'mon, Plagg, let's go!"

Adrien was undeniably, irrefutably, most definitely feeling off. And it was showing. He had lost the last three games of Mecha Strike to Nino, of all people- and he had lost badly. Thankfully his friends seemed willing enough to write it off to exhaustion from too many photoshoots instead of interrogating him on his distraction, and so Adrien got off scot-free.

That wasn't good if he was so obviously distracted, though. Nathalie would see through his squirrely behavior in an instant. She knew that he didn't have an overly loaded schedule- well, no more loaded than it usually was, at least- and she would be more likely to ask question.

He wondered if she knew about his father. She had to, right? There was no way that she could miss it when she was working in the same room as him day in and day out-

-she was Mayura, wasn't she. The thought hit Adrien like a brick wall, and he swallowed hard, feeling a little ill. His father was his family and Nathalie had been like family and they were the supervillains terrorizing Paris, the ones that he had to fight against almost every other day.

He was going to be sick.

How Adrien made it through the rest of his get-together with his friends, he didn't know. It seemed like time flashed by in an instant and then Nino and Alya were leaving, headed out the door together arm-in-arm and without a care in the world. Adrien was about to follow them- now that he was nearly eighteen, he was actually allowed to walk between Marinette's house and his own instead of having the Gorilla drive him for the few short blocks- when a slender hand slid around his wrist, stopping him before he could get more than a couple steps. Confused, Adrien blinked and turned around to see Marinette staring up at him, concern written across her face.

"Something is bothering you, isn't it?" Marinette asked, tugging Adrien gently away from the door and letting it close. "You've been off the entire time that you've been here."

Adrien tried for a smile. "It's nothing, just photoshoots-"

"You haven't had a photoshoot in three days, and you were just fine after the last one," Marinette shot back, and belatedly Adrien remembered that oh, right, Marinette had an open invitation to all of his photoshoots and knew when they were. "And if you were tired, you would have passed out on the couch while we were playing games. Instead, you were almost fidgeting out of your skin. And you suddenly got more distracted partway through- you looked like you were about to be sick."

"Start-of-summer cold?" Adrien offered up weakly. Marinette looked even less convinced, brow furrowed with concern as she gazed up at him. All of a sudden, Adrien couldn't do it anymore.

"My father is Hawkmoth," Adrien confessed in a rush, practically collapsing in on himself. "I was passing by his office today and I saw him talking to Noor- to his kwami, and it was a butterfly, and then he pulled off his necktie and was rubbing this brooch underneath it and why would he hide any jewelry if it weren't the Miraculous? And Nathalie knows, she has to, she's in the same office all day and she has to be Mayura and I'm living in the same house as two supervillains and I can't move out for a year without them getting suspicious and what am I meant to do?"

Marinette looked rather as though she had been hit by a truck, she was so surprised. Adrien winced.

...he definitely could have broken the news better. Maybe she wouldn't want to be near him now, because it would be dangerous to be near the son of a supervillain even though he wasn't a supervillain, he was a superhero, and wasn't that ironic? He had to fight against his own father.

That was really, really messed up.

Marinette's expression shifted from startled to confused, and Adrien heard her mumble "But how does he know what-?" before her grip suddenly tightened around his wrist and she turned his hand, just enough to see his ring glinting in the sun. She let a tiny oh, and suddenly Adrien knew without question that somehow she had just figured out his secret identity.

A soft thud behind them caught Adrien's attention next, and both he and Marinette swung around in time to see Mr. Dupain startle, righting his tray before another loaf of bread could fall off. His gaze returned to Adrien as soon as he had ensured that all of the bread was safe, and- okay, apparently Marinette's dad had overheard him.

He hadn't planned on letting people know, let alone this many. Marinette's family was perfectly normal and completely functional and he shouldn't be burdening them with his family's problems. But now Mr. Dupain was setting down his tray to come over and wrap Adrien up in a hug, and when had Marinette started hugging him? Adrien couldn't help but stiffen up in surprise at first, before practically collapsing into the hug.

Adrien hadn't been hugged like this for so long. Two sets of arms wrapped around him, and Marinette's hands were rubbing up and down his back. It was absolute unquestioning acceptance, and Adrien couldn't even manage to be embarrassed about the tears that he could definitely feel starting to leak down his cheeks. Marinette's cheek was pressed against his, and she clearly had no reservations about holding him close.

"Does your father know that you found out about him?" Mr. Dupain asked, pulling back but only enough so that he could see Adrien. "Or doesn't he know?"

"He doesn't know," Adrien said at once. After all, he hadn't lingered much in the atrium once he saw the kwami- Nooroo, Plagg had called him- before making a hasty (and quiet) escape to his room. In fact, he wouldn't be 100% sure of what he had seen if it weren't for the fact that Plagg had seen it, too, and had even zipped back to try to eavesdrop for a bit. "I left right away, and he wasn't facing the door. But I just- I can't believe that I've been sleeping under the same roof as a supervillain. Two supervillains, if you count Nathalie."

"You don't feel safe sleeping there anymore, do you?" Mr. Dupain asked at once. He was frowning. "I know that I wouldn't."

Adrien nodded, burying his face in Marinette's hair and trying not to sound like he was about to cry. He was pretty certain that he wasn't succeeding. Also, he was definitely getting snot all over her hair, and he would have to apologize for that later. "Yeah. I was planning on moving out once I started university, and of course I can get an apartment once I reach my birthday and then just sneak out to sleep there, but I would have to wait for that."

"And it's very possible that your landlord would still reach out to your father," Mr. Dupain said, and Adrien's head flew up in alarm to stare at him in alarm. He had only done a little research on apartments, enough to figure out that he had to legally be an adult to rent without a guardian's signature, but he had a source of income and a savings account of his own and surely that would be enough, right?

Marinette was frowning, too. "But surely if he asked the landlord not to say anything, they wouldn't?"

Her dad shook his head. "Not necessarily. I assume that you would pick something small and relatively cheap, at least for the time being," he said to Adrien, and Adrien nodded in confirmation. He didn't want to spend too much money right away, after all. "Right. Some of those landlords- well, they're not the best, to say the least. They would know that you come from money and they might try to exploit that. It's not legal, and all you would have to do to get them to back off if they were trying to push for more than what's in the lease is report it, but if something like that happens or you forget to pay on time they might go to your father, and once is all you need for him to find out."

Adrien nodded, his heart sinking.

"And frankly- Adrien, you're still a teenager. You're still a kid. You shouldn't have to be spending your money on essentials yet, and I'm not comfortable with letting you do that." Mr. Dupain glanced towards the bakery, where Mrs. Cheng was still working the front counter. "I'd have to discuss it with Sabine, of course, but- Adrien, we do have a guest room that rarely ever gets used."

Adrien's jaw was practically on the floor at the implied offer as soon as it sunk in. "I- I mean, that would be- are you sure?"

Mr. Dupain smiled, clapping Adrien on the shoulder. "You're a kind young man, Adrien. If you don't feel safe at home, we'd be more than happy to help. I will have to tell Sabine about your father, though, to convince her that we're actually helping and not just trying to steal you away from your family. Not that she would be entirely opposed to that, of course."

If it would get him a place to stay at night, that was fine. He would just have to trust that the Dupain-Chengs wouldn't get akumatized before he and Ladybug could take Hawkmoth down. "Of course."

"Good, good." Mr. Dupain gave Adrien's shoulder a squeeze before stepping back and picking up his tray of bread again. "Why don't you two head back upstairs then? If you can stay for dinner, Adrien, then maybe we can discuss how this is all going to work out?"

Adrien nodded obediently, glancing back towards Marinette. He certainly wouldn't mind staying longer- the Dupain-Cheng home was so warm and friendly, so very unlike his own- and he also had a few things that he needed to discuss with Marinette. Namely, the fact that she had figured out that he was Chat Noir.

Somehow.

Adrien's mind was racing as he and Marinette headed back upstairs. He was trying to figure out where to start. Should he try to deny her discovery? Would she even believe him if he tried? Something told him no.

"We're going to have to figure out how to time things so that your father doesn't catch on," Marinette said as she ushered Adrien back upstairs towards their living room. She sent him a sharp look. "Though I suppose that you being able to just slip in and out from your window makes things easier."

...yeah, he wasn't even going to try to deny his secret identity. Marinette hadn't phrased it as a question. She knew.

Adrien sighed, his shoulders slumping in defeat. Ladybug wasn't going to be happy about someone finding out his secret identity, but at least- well, at least they knew Hawkmoth's identity, too, so an end to this whole fight was in sight. Hopefully. "Yeah, it makes things a lot easier. But speaking of that..."

Marinette glanced up at him. "Yes?"

"We really need to talk."

#Miraculous Ladybug #my writing #Move to Safety #adrien agreste

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arkannis · 4 years

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Hello,

I just recently got into the Old Republic Fandom, and the Eternal Empire is my favorite arc. I do wish there was more story content to give more development to the characters, particularly in Arcann's case. While I love his romance scenes, I wish there were more scenes about his redemption and relationship with the Outlander or a dark side ending where the Outlander or Arcann takes the throne with the other as a consort. I found your blog while trying to find content further developing his character. Thank you so much for posting all your headcanons and musings!

With that being said, what are your headcanons for Zakuul culture? And could you post a masterpost compilation of your Arcann headcanons? I am trying to find the post where the romance novels headcanon originated in the tags and not having much luck.

Hope you have a nice day!

Hi anon!! Sorry for a late reply. First I’ll answer the second part of your message. The romance holonovels headcanon originated from the this post ; the post doesn’t outright say it, but some people in the tags (when they reblogged it) mentioned that Arcann probably seemed like the type to read romance in his free time. As of what I can remember the tags were from this reblog and this other reblog and both say that Arcann reads romance holonovels. The continuation of this headcanon were in replies or tags, so it’s hard to track them all down! Secondly, my Arcann tag is a mess, and I probably threw in multiple headcanons in reblogs or tags so it would be hard to find them all... I’ll think about making a masterpost, but I don’t think I have time for something like that right now. Ok, now that’s over with... I 100% agree with you, anon! I HAVE so many things to say about the possibility about that dark side ending. I don’t think devs were planning to make Arcann a possible romance option in the beginning, so it wouldn’t have been possible to be his LI and rule as emperor/empress. I also agree with the development of the characters... however, Arcann’s redemption and relationship with the Outlander was definitely rushed, because the plans to make a third expansion was apparently cancelled due to the backlash from fans who wanted pub vs. imp back. I made a whole post complaining about that... Otherwise, I definitely think they would have had more time to flesh out his characters and the other Zakuulan characters as well (Vaylin, Senya, Koth, etc.). I’m like pretty much sure content was cut out from KOTFE/KOTET to make them shorter. Due to such lost content, I have to create my headcanons from extrapolation based on the Sacrifice trailer, available codex entries, existing dialogue, and implications of existing issues. As well as other people’s hcs and commentary!! WARNING: SUPER LONG BULLET POINTS for Zakuulan culture headcanons.

The reason why I don’t have that many Zakuulan culture headcanons is because.... I feel like it’s so weirdly explored in the expansions.

I think the arts is a big thing in Zakuul! The Dragon’s Maw chapter gave me that kind of vibe. I also discussed this mildly (not) with Arcann. Most specifically THEATRE, PERFORMANCE AND SINGING.

Evidence: Senya sings and composes and there’s the famous Zakuulan holoperformer, Malita Tal. No, I don’t have evidence for theatre, but honestly? Zakuulans are so goddamn dramatic, they most definitely have reality TV series or drama series...

arcann be like oh you listen to malita tal? name all of her albums in alphabetical order or you get exiled

Zakuulan culture most definitely has idol culture, based on Malita Tal (and reportedly her performances were watched by millions). And those fans apparently also protested against Arcann’s rule. personally i think if they had twitter the u.s. gov*rnment would be wiped out.

I just think singing is a big thing in Zakuulan culture. I mean, even Valkorion sings (if you decide to kill Senya, his force ghost appears. They both have an exchange and it’s actually sweet for like 0.1 second).

I also think there would be typical Zakuulan fairytales embedded in the culture. Hear me out. Most specifically those type of royal fairytales with the princes and princesses. This can be heavily contributed to the fact that a royal family is essentially in power.

You cannot expect me to believe not a single person in Zakuul has written a Prince Arcann x reader holofic. You just can’t. Or Prince Thexan. Actually, I think Thexan would be more common, I think he was perceived to be more compassionate and kind compared to Arcann by the common folk? Since I know there’s that NPC dialogue where one of them goes how different it would be if Thexan took the throne instead.

The fairytales would probably involve a lot of references to the Old Gods. I kinda imagine that the enemy would be some sort of serpent, that is, Zildrog, because apparently he’s just a bedtime story to scare children away.

I think these Zakuulan fairy tales would contribute to the theatre and performance, acting culture that Zakuul has.

Furthermore, I just think the Tirall kids probably read these fairytales as well. francis dont talk about arcann reading again

I want to talk about the Old Gods and that religion, which is one of my favorite things ever... probably because the Gods are machines. Superweapon machines... ok ill shut up

Even if Valkorion basically got rid of the religion, it’s clear that the religion is still incorporated into heavy talk in Zakuulan culture (e.g. eyes of Esne, heart of Scyva).

My headcanon is that there are sanctuaries or small secret churches (?) for those who want to worship the Old Gods. Obviously the Herald of Zildrogs who believe in the Old Way are a cult, so I think people would look for an alternative.

I think there would be great effort to hide these places, as it can get you exiled. Thus these would probably be located in the Old World, rather than in a more obvious position like the Spire.

The beliefs of the Old Ways isn’t exactly clear, they aren’t exactly touched upon, which is a shame. I think people would ask for help from each of these gods depending on what they want.

Those who ask for Izax’ guidance want to seek success, accomplishments, power, and glory.

Those who ask for Scyva’s guidance ask for her to guide souls peacefully to death (she is described as someone who weeps beside Zakuulans as they march towards Izax - basically death) , or ask for help/compassion from her. Maybe maternity as well? Or parental love?

Those who ask for Aivela (goddess of passion) want her to guide them with her passion (Aivela accompanies Tyth, who is kind of a god of war/warrior). I think there would also be romance related stuff as well. If someone asked for help regarding their love related issues, it would probably be from Aivela!

I’m not sure about Esne - but maybe in a similar sense, if someone is suffering with jealousy - in any situation, they would ask guidance from her. I don’t know where I read this but I think the “eyes of Esne” expression meant like having eyes of jealousy.

Nahut? I don’t think he was worshipped. “Nahut was considered to be gray, formless and cold, and was denied worship by all except his mother Scyva.” But regardless, I think he still had a role to play.

After the Outlander takes the throne, and Zakuul renounces their membership from the Eternal Alliance, I think people would be allowed to openly express their religious beliefs, that is, the Old Ways. Oh, personally I headcanon that they would build beautiful places of worship in the Spire with similar geometrical pyramid designs...!!

Yeah...I think that’s all I got! I’ll need to see how I can somehow make this post easily found, lol. This is quite a long list, and I have to emphasize that these are my headcanons! They are based on what I see and I just kind of fill in the gaps to fit my own stories. This took a while to write because I KNEW I had these headcanons, but they just didn’t appear at the time I saw this anon ask. Anyways, I’ll probably create more headcanons in the future. Also:

a dark side ending where the Outlander or Arcann takes the throne with the other as a consort

I have so many things to say about this. I know the game won’t permit it, because if you think about it, both the light side choice (Eternal Alliance) and the dark side choice (Eternal Empire) are happy endings for your characters anyways. They can continue as the “hero” or the “protagonist”, so I don’t think this route could ever be implemented. However, I think it would be absolutely interesting if throughout the gameplay, players are given a choice to flirt with Arcann. The Outlander and Arcann agree to get rid of Valkorion, but thats if the Outlander decides to betray the Alliance and joins Arcann instead. And should they join him, they have the choice to romance him... and I guess it’s a happy ending for you both :P Obviously this won’t happen, but maybe it will. I wouldn’t mind being the prince consort of Arcann lol idk! me and vaylin are gonna be besties and we’ll paint each others nails or something Oh and have a nice day too anon...!!

#Anonymous #THIS IS A SUPER LONG POST AAAAAAAAAAAA #swtor #arcann #zakuul #kotfe #kotet #i need a special tag for this #zakuul hc

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dear-hikikomari · 3 years

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[READ ME; ASK RULES]

This is my policy on incoming asks; make sure to take a read through these before sending anything. Asks that break the rules will be deleted on sight, so keep that in mind!

All asks will be assumed as directed to Mari unless otherwise specified.

If you send an ask to the blog, I’ll answer it IC with a little Mari doodle to accompany the response. This is open to anybody, so long as you abide by these rules! That said, if you want to interact with her through a character of your own, make sure to refer to my roleplay rules first; my guidelines for that are a bit stricter. If you’d like to talk to me, the ‘mun,’ directly, make sure to address me in the ask so I know it’s to me! My IMs are also open, but I will not be answering them IC; those are for mun talk only.

Be respectful to the blogger!

Remember that this is something I’m doing for fun; I’ll do my best to get to all the asks and give fun responses, but I can’t make any promises. It’ll largely depend on what I feel up to answering, what art I get inspired for, where stuff fits best in the narrative, etc etc. If I take a while to get to your ask or wind up not answering it, please don’t take it personally. You’re always welcome to send something else! You can ask if you’re worried an ask got eaten, but please don’t try to pressure me into answering faster; that’ll just result in it getting deleted. Additionally, absolutely do not attempt to drag me into drama of any kind; I’m not here for that.

Absolutely no NSFW, but other dark content may be present.

Expect canon-typical levels of disturbing content; psychological horror, body horror, character death, self-harm and suicide, mental illness, etc will all likely be present here to some degree. That said, I am not at all comfortable with sexual content and will not be accepting any asks of that nature directed at the mun or muse. Please do not send them here. Offenders will have their asks deleted and/or blocked, depending on severity.

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Unless otherwise specified, all icons, promo images, sidebar images, and other artwork utilized in asks or the blog itself were drawn by the mun. Please do not repost it elsewhere or use it off the blog without asking me first. If you’d like to use it for roleplay icons or something I might be okay with that, but let me know and make sure to credit me somewhere. I do reserve the right to say no, though.

Please don’t reblog roleplay threads you’re not a part of.

Most of my content is a-okay for anybody to reblog, but I ask that ‘threads,’ (written interactions between two or more roleplay blogs) are NOT reblogged by people outside of them. This can mess with thread trackers and often is considered really rude to roleplayers, so be respectful of this boundary! If I see this happen, I will be coming to ask you to take it down. That said, liking a thread to show your support is 100% okay!

Crossovers with other ask blogs won’t be canon.

I’m open to doing little cameos and stuff like that with other ask blogs, but bear in mind that they very likely will not be canon to the blogs themselves; they’re just for fun and shenanigans. If you’d like to discuss trying something like that feel free to drop by and ask, I promise I don’t bite! I’m sure we can come up with something.

Some additional notes to keep in mind:

Remember that this Mari is specific to the Hikiko AU.

For reference, the Hikiko AU is an AU of my own design; it’s loosely based on Omari, but with some pretty significant tweaks and story changes. As such, these are the basics you should know; Mari is still alive here, 19 years old, and attending a Junior College a few hours away from Faraway Town. If you’d like to know more, feel free to check out the about and AU pages for everything that’s been revealed thus far! And if there’s anything missing there that you’d like to know… Well, you can always try asking Mari. Just keep in mind that this AU is quite a bit different from the canon timeline or classic Omari, and Mari won’t have knowledge of any of the events that didn’t happen in her world. Likewise, this blog is not affiliated with the Hikki or Omari projects in any way; honestly I can't even keep track of who it is that's actually making them, let alone be in contact with the creators.

This blog is not spoiler free!

If you haven’t played the game or know the story, I highly recommend doing so before interacting with this blog or reading any further. While there’s plenty of divergences, the blog also contains some parallels to pretty significant spoilers and will definitely give away some big twists. Omori is a pretty intense emotional roller coaster of a game so I definitely would suggest experiencing it for yourself if you can handle the content it entails. It isn’t necessarily mandatory to interact here, but will probably add to your experience.

Guest characters may pop up from time to time.

On occasion I might let other characters from the AU participate in an ask or pop up in art. That isn’t to say it’ll happen every time, but I figure that’s a fun way to switch things up– and possibly provide some details Mari herself might not be as keen on discussing. That said, I can’t guarantee that an ask addressing them will always make it to the intended recipient– that depends on how likely they are to be able to find it. But do feel free to try if you’d like! You might just learn something interesting in the process.

Mari is an unreliable narrator.

Much like Sunny in Omori, she’s not always going to be honest about what really happened or how she’s actually feeling. Her experiences aren’t always true to reality, often laced with hallucinations, delusions, and dissociation. After all, Mari is someone who strains herself very hard to maintain an image of perfection and stability– and that’s one thing which has remained a constant here. It’s going to take quite a bit of effort to peel back that mask of smiles.

Check here for the dedicated tags!

I have a handful of dedicated tags for different content; feel free to blacklist anything you don’t want to see. I also track the tag #dear hikikomari, so feel free to use that if there’s something you’d like me to see!

#asks - the answered ask catch-all. #threads - the roleplay thread catch-all. #main; dreaming of you - the tag for main ask blog content. #side; pure imagination - the tag for non-canon side content. #my art; through her eyes - mun art tag (posted or reblogged) #reblog; strange reflections - others’ art tag (promos and etc) #mun post; the music stops - ooc posts from the mun.

And now, meet the mun!

Hey, thanks for reading this far! Feel free to call me Timey. I’m 25, and use she/her pronouns. I’ve been roleplaying across various platforms since 2010, so this is just the latest in a long series of experiments; I’ve had this AU in the works for quite a while, so an ask blog felt like a fun and interactive way to share it with folks. Here’s hoping you’ll all enjoy it as much as I do!

#mun post; the music stops #pinned post #rules

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saelwen · 5 years

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Lost in Middle-Earth

Thranduil x reader

Part1 / Part2 / Part3 / Part4 / Part5 / Part6 / Part7 / Part8

Summary: Y/n finds herself falling asleep after watching all the Lord of the rings movie on Friday night, tired after a week of studying and working. What will happen when she finds herself in the middle of a forest with orcs running after her

Warnings: None

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(Y/n P.O.V)

I find myself in the middle of nowhere surrounded by a black void. Where the hell am I? Please don’t tell me that I'm in a new fiction world. Game of thrones? Maybe Star Wars, by how I'm surrounded by black, making looks like space. Suddenly a calm masculine voice sounded around me, calling my name. I look everywhere, trying to find who was calling me, “Y/n...” I begin feeling afraid, “Who are you?...Show yourself!” a bright light suddenly appears out of nowhere in front of me, I put my hands on my eyes trying to block the light.

The light starts to die and a figure stand before me, I move my hands away and a small gasp escapes from my lips. The man before me was large but delicate at the same time, his features were sharp, he has long white hair with yellow shinny eyes. He was wearing a long white robe, flowing around him, like it was made of pure starlight. He was beautiful, “Hello young one.” I took a step back, not knowing if this man was here to hurt or something, “W..Who a..are you?” I was mad for myself for making my voice came out weak, he gives me a lovely smile “Don’t be afraid child. My name is Eru Iluvatar, the creator of Middle-Earth.” what...HE’S THE FUCKING ERU ILUVATAR?? Oh my god...so this whole world it’s true?! But what about Tolkien? He’s the one how created these stories. Eru must had notice my mind going crazy because he took a step towards me and put his hand on my cheek, making my whole body calm down. “W..What’s going on? How this is possible? Middle-Earth is just a fairytale.” he sighs and gives me a little smile “This world it’s not just a fairytale...As you know, Tolkien it’s the author of Middle-Earth stories in your world, am I right?” I nod slowly “Well Tolkien is me.” “WHAT?!” I interrupted him, making him looking at me with a frown. I look down “Sorry...” he nods “As I was saying, Tolkien is me. Before this all stories had happened, even before I created the valar. I found a portal that gave to the dimension of your world, there I was mesmerized by the things and cultures had found. I’ve met all the Gods in every culture and made a new alliance and friends...I knew that the future events that would happen in Middle-Earth so I wrote the stories that you know about Middle-Earth as Tolkien so the legends would live forever.” I was speechless with this new information I just received. So, Tolkien was Eru all the time? There is another DIMENSION?! AND THERE IS MOTHER FUCKING GODS IN MY WORLD??!! Shit...I think I'm going to hell with all the shit I made. “Jesus....So why am I here? In Middle-Earth?” he took a deep breath and sigh “Well....You’ve come from lineage of powerful witches, you are the most powerful that existed in your family. I’ve sent you here to help keep this world at peace, to help people find their peace.” a loud laugh falls from my mouth “Me a witches? That’s a good joke!” my laugh stop when I saw the serious face that he was giving me “Shit..you’re serious. How I could help them if I didn’t even know I was a witches? I don’t even know how to control my powers.” “You will learn with time.” suddenly other voice sounded around us, calling for me “Well child, it’s time for you to wake up. Until next time.” “Wait!!” but he was already gone and everything around me starts disappearing.

My eyes shot open and saw Tauriel trying to wake me up, “My Lady wake up. You will be late for dinner.” she grabs my hand and lead me to the bed where was laid there a beautiful red gown, she helps me change and put my hair in a lovely braid. After that she leads me to where dinner was going to be serve. With all this run, I didn’t have time to process what Eru said to me. Where were I? Was he in my dream?

We stopped in front of a huge wooded door, Tauriel said something in elvish to the two guards and they open the doors. We walk inside and sitting at the table was a pissed Thranduil, with a glass full of wine, Tauriel shove me inside and leave. I stay there quiet, looking around, not knowing what I should do, “You’re late.” he said with an angry voice “Yeahh...sorry about that, I fall asleep.” he rolls his eyes and point to a chair beside him “Sit!...Let me say this once, you will never be late again. My patience is thin with this type of things.” I roll my eyes “Yes, your majesty.” I said sarcastically. Servants started serving the meal, there were several foods, fruits, salads, bread and others things. I wait until Thranduil have the first bite then I begin eating.

The dinner was quiet, Thranduil never look in my way. I finish quickly, not being very hungry, I take this opportunity to take a better look of him. I’m not going lie, he is really beautiful, with his long silver hair and those ocean eyes, he is breathtaking. But that arrogance it’s not very attractive, he was so different when I woke up, rubbing my cheek softly, helping me sitting up. Seriously I don’t know what happen for him change so tragically, a sigh falls from my lips grabbing Thranduil attention “Don’t you like the food?” I look down to my plate, seeing it’s looks almost untouched “Oh no, it’s really good but I'm not hungry.” he looks to me with a concern in his eyes “Do you feel ill? Maybe I should call the healer after dinner.” I shook my head “No...i’m fine maybe I just need a bit fresh air.” he nods and stand up, giving me his hand “Come with me.” strange....now he’s nice to me? I grab his hand and follow him outside.

Outside was a magnificent garden, with variety flowers and plants. We walk to a small fountain in the middle of the garden and sit there. We stay there for a while in silence, after a moment “Are you feeling better?” he asks, scratching his head “Yes I am. Thank you.” I give him a small smile “Look I want to apologize. I should have been more nice to you.” well,well never in my live I would believe that King Thranduil would apologize “I forgive you. I understand that my story would be a bit strange for you.” he gives me a smile, a true smile. We start talking, he asks what my world looks like, I laugh so much when I told them about cars, planes and other technology, seeing his pure curiosity face, saying that would be great to take an army to the battlefield and other things.

After a while I start to yawn, “Well it’s late. I will take you to your chambers.” he said, standing his hand for me to take it, I nod and grab his hand, letting him lead me to my room. As we walk, I start to think if I should tell him about my dream of Eru, maybe it’s better if he didn’t know, it would only freaking him out more. We arrive to my chambers, he grabs my hand and kiss it, I feel my face turning red “Sleep well, My Lady.” I nod, saying a small thank you and enter my room.

After closing the door, I change really quick to a nightgown and jump into the bed. I cuddle in the soft's blankets and pillows. Maybe Thranduil it’s not that bad, I sigh and let sleep take over me.

(Thranduil P.O.V)

I walk to my office, still having some work to finish. I sit on the chair, grabbing some papers but I couldn’t concentrate on the words, all that was on my mind was Y/n. Remembering the lovely sound of her laugh, how her soft skin contrasted with her beautiful red gown.

Oh valar, what’s happening to me? I can’t have feelings for this human?! Maybe I will give her a change, letting her settle down and learn our culture.

I grab a glass of wine and walk to the fireplace, looking to the flames, thinking about her. Oh my Eru, I'm fucked.

Hey guys!!! New part here. Hope you like it! This one was a bit small but a promise the next one will be better!! Feel free to say what you think and reblog. XOXO

Taglist: @icarus-fell-in-spring @tigereyesf @yes-captainstark @llama2264 @bowtothewitch @aeryntheofficial @gwendelerynan @crazyonesarethebest

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coldwordsburningheart · 4 years

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RULES

AGE: I won’t roleplay with ANYONE younger than fourteen. I have nothing against younger roleplayers but I am not going to plot anything with someone who shouldn’t even have a phone or social media at least. (Yes, I am not an oldie, gen z here but this won’t change anything.)

NSFW: Mun is over 18. That means this is a free NSFW blog and I am open to roleplay anything. I have a few triggers that you'll find if you read all of my rules. I don't need to say that I won’t roleplay anything sexual with minors. I’ll have to ask your age if we do something like this. BOTH mun and muses need to be over eighteen. If your mun is not in proper age we can stick to the soft stuff only (hugging etc.) ATTENTION. I do NOT age up Shoto for the reason of smut. If you are not able to understand this, stay away from this blog.

SHIPPING: By the way I portray Shoto, he is biromantic. That means that I will ship him with both males and females but I prefer to stick to male characters. As long as the female character is well written, there’s always a chance to ship him with her. I have to admit I’m picky with female OCs because in my experience their portrayal is too shallow. Shoto is not just romantic. He needs to share a deeper bond with his partner.

TAGGING: I will write smut stuff under the READ MORE tool and I will use the tag: #smut. When it comes to triggers, I will try and tag some heavy matters under the tag: #tw: yourwarninggoeshere. I’ll use a space after ‘tw:’. You can tell me your triggers by sending me a message or an ask. Right now I tag anything that is written in my TRIGGERS PAGE (You can find it on navigation). I tag anything my mutuals have on their rules/about page. I am a human being so I might forget to tag something, so remind me if I haven’t.

FOLLOWING: I will follow most of my roleplay partners or those I want to roleplay with but if we don’t interact for a long time (a few months) or have stopped roleplaying for various reasons, I will unfollow you. I don’t mind not being followed back. This blog will include graphic images of pain and horror or NSFW content so I understand if someone doesn’t want to have my posts on their dash. For me following you, consider that I've already read your own rules and about pages.

POST LENGTH: My writing style is advanced literate. That means I need more than a paragraph to roleplay with. One paragraph is fine still, but as long as there’s something interesting to reply. I don’t mind how long your replies are. Just take notice that I will probably mirror you and my reply will be the same length.

WARNING: I have written this again but I want to make sure that it’s clear enough. I will probably roleplay some heavy matters like mental illness, suicide, torture, etc. There are matters I will roleplay that might make some people sick. So either tell me your trigger warning to tag those, either don’t follow me. That doesn’t mean that if you request me to roleplay something soft or something canon I won’t.

SELECTIVE: I am selective when it comes to writing. Like I said, I need a paragraph or more to reply. I need to roleplay in third person and I don’t roleplay on DM.

MULTIPLE THREADS: I don’t mind having multiple threads with the same person especially if I enjoy their writing.

MAINS: I have blogs/threads which I prioritize over others. This isn't personal. I just feel more motivated to reply to those. I don't have exclusives.

TRACKING: I usually track my threads with an app but it takes a lot of my time. I try to use a tagging system even if it doesn’t work as well as I want it to. Don’t be scared to remind me to reply to something I might have forgotten. I could possibly forget to add it to my tracker.

REMINDERS: Constant reminders make me lose my interest in the roleplay (if there’s any). I understand and appreciate for someone to tell me I have forgotten something. Myself, I will remind someone of our thread after a month or even more.

REPLIES: I want to study as a med student and have to work at the same time. That means that I can be really slow when it comes to replies. I wish you understand and don’t feel offended or lose your interest if I take some time to answer our thread. I believe in quality over quantity. Some days I might reply to specific people. That has nothing to do with you or your writing. I just might need to roleplay a specific matter or thread or enjoy someone’s writing too much and need to focus on that for some time.

ASKS: I will reply to any asks. Sending me memes or starters makes me really happy, but I am someone who thinks of those as a chance to start something which has a well-built plot. Short time threads are not my thing.

GAMES: Tag me to any games and stuff. I love those and there’s a chance to show more aspects of my muse.

ICONS: I roleplay with icons that I have made myself. I don’t expect you to do so. Please, do not steal my icons. Some of them are edited manga screens which I might have spent a lot of time on. Especially my villain Shoto one’s.

CUTTING POSTS: I have finally found out how to cut posts. Still, I don’t expect you to do so.

STARTERS: My open starters are actually open to everyone. Then I'll reply to another post and tag you. If I offer to make a starter and you accept and you don't reply after a month, and if I have messaged you and you haven't responded but you are actually active, sorry but no matter how specifically we have plotted our thread, I'll assume you are not interested anymore and turn it to an open starter. I put some time on those and I don't want it to be to waste.

ENGLISH: English is not my mother language. I have learnt English completely alone and it’s something that had been hard for me. I understand telling me if I have made any mistakes or ask me if you didn’t understand anything but I won’t take any criticism.

TRIGGERS: My triggers are pretty funny. So please, I'd love if you could tag anything that is related to aliens. Mostly images because I can easily freak out about those. That's something I have since I was a kid and I can't get rid of it. Also, cockroaches. Please, please do not use them in metaphors in our threads, tag if you have memes about those and all that kind of stuff. I'd appreciate that A LOT. Another trigger that is about smut (jump to the next rule if you are a minor) is age-play. I've read some sick stuff on Ao3 so do not even discuss roleplaying something in that sort of thing.

TIME-SKIP: Well, I’m someone who can enjoy something that is slow. I am pleased with anything as long as there’s some really good and inspiring writing (how many times have I said this?). I can keep a thread for years (and I have) and not be bored of it. If you start getting bored we can time-skip but I’d want to discuss this first.

MEMES/FANART: This is something I had recently started to be annoyed with. Please, do not use me as meme or fanart source. This goes for roleplay partners or not. Please, reblog memes AND fanart from the source.

SPOILERS: This blog is not spoiler free. I am caught up to the manga. I will tag spoilers from the latest chapters ONLY as: #|bnhaspoilers|. You have been warned.

THANK YOU FOR READING MY RUMBLING BEFORE MESSAGING ME FIRST. PLEASE CHECK MY INTRO AND MY ABOUT PAGE. ALSO YOU CAN CHECK MY VERSES AND OPEN STARTERS. LINKS ARE ON MY DESCRIPTION FOR BOTH COMPUTER OR MOBILE USERS. YOU CAN MESSAGE ME AND PLOT ANY TIME. THANKS FOR YOUR TIME. JUST FYI I AM A LOT LIKE SHOTO SO I MIGHT NOT BE TALKATIVE. THIS IS NOT PERSONAL AND DOESN’T MEAN I AM NOT INTERESTED FOR OUR MUSES TO INTERACT.

#mha roleplay #mha #mha rp #mha shoto #mha shouto #bnha #bnha roleplay #bnha rp #bnha todoroki #bnha shouto #mha todoroki #bnha shoto todoroki #mha shoto todoroki #bnha todoroki shoto #bnha shoto #|ip:rules|

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theashemarie · 5 years

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don’t you let me go | pearlina proposal fic

[Marina’s done her research on how to propose, and has been rehearsing everything in her head for months. Sometimes, when Pearl isn’t home, she stands in the mirror and practices, watches her own face, and feels really silly. But she wants to do this right. She has the ring. Now she just has to take the plunge.]

A note to future readers: I wrote and posted this during the final splatfest before I could find out the results or how it will impact everything. This piece takes place post-final splatfest but it's pure wish fulfillment. Plain and simple.

[Crossposted on ao3.] [Story title from here.]

☆ Reblogs appreciated! ☆

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After the splatfest ends, Pearl and Marina pass out for at least twelve hours. At the studio, they change clothes by touch because they can barely keep their eyes open, scrub makeup off, smile only with their eyes because their cheeks hurt so bad, and hold each other up as they stumble to the car. At home, they stagger in and shuck off their shoes. The bed catches them as they fall. Sometimes, they sleep curled up together, sometimes Pearl sprawls out so wide that Marina has to nudge her over to her side of the bed, sometimes Marina sleeps on her back like she’s dead and Pearl wakes up just to check for her breath.

In the morning (or afternoon), Marina is usually the first one to rise. She takes a shower, brushes her teeth, stretches her sore muscles, and gargles some warm salt water. Pearl snores loudly, but only after splatfests. Her vocal cords rattle in her chest. Marina pulls the covers down and crawls back into bed to wait.

Pearl wakes eventually, but it’s slow, like she’s rising from the grave. Marina knows she’s close when she starts muttering. Then, she twitches, first her fingertips, then her arms, then her legs, then she rolls over. Her eyes flicker open eventually and the first thing she sees is Marina, peering at her with exhausted but bright eyes. Pearl usually tries to say something, but her throat is in shreds and Marina shushes her.

Pearl showers. Marina sits in bed with the blankets pooled in her lap and checks the news on her phone. It’s always splatfest related. Marina quickly gives up trying to learn anything new about the world, content that it didn’t end in the last fourteen hours.

Pearl emerges in a shirt down to her knees and with her hair pulled back. She angrily sloshes salt water around her mouth while she’s standing there, because she hates that she has to do it, but she knows that Marina will shame her if she doesn’t. After she brushes her teeth, they have breakfast.

Today it’s eggs. They don’t talk as Marina scrambles them. Pearl pulls bits and bobs out of the fridge to dump in—mushrooms, spinach, bell peppers—and she blitzes them in the food processor because she’s too tired to handle a knife. The eggs end up good if a little mushy and they eat quickly.

They don’t talk for the first twelve hours. Vocal rest is important, but it kills Pearl a little. They have to communicate by writing or texting. Marina’s handwriting is careful, exact, while Pearl’s is loopy and messy, quick scribbles because she’s impatient. She stomps around now that she’s awake and she often takes to the studio, where she slams her fists against the keyboard in an attempt to compose. No vocals though. She never really gets very far.

It doesn’t matter who won the splatfest, not really. They don’t talk about it and, at the end of the day, it’s just a festival, more for Inkopolis than for them. It’s just their job to create hype.

And create hype they do. Their voices need days to recover and their bodies are sluggish. Marina never wants to wear another pair of tights again and she always swears them off (only to begrudgingly tug them back on as soon as they get to work on Monday), while Pearl declares that she’s done with jumping. Her knees are weak, like rotten wood, but, soon enough, she’s bouncing around like nothing happened.

They spend the day by themselves. Marina likes the quiet and Pearl can’t stand not being able to talk to Marina. So, they do their own thing. Marina sits in a rocking chair and reads, glasses perched on the end of her nose, while Pearl attempts to compose, attempts to play a video game, or succeeds at online shopping. They don’t need a popcorn machine, but she orders one anyway, along with a couple heating pads and Marina’s favorite brownie mix.

Then, that evening, they go out together. Sometimes bowling, sometimes to an arcade, sometimes to dinner at a little hole-in-the-wall place that Pearl found online. Today, because it’s the day after the final splatfest, there’s a carnival in a field on the outskirts of the city. Pearl hugs close to Marina’s back as they ride out on the motorcycle, and, once they get there, vocal rest comes to an end.

Pearl hops off the bike, stretches her arms over her head, her cropped hoodie riding up to give Marina a beautiful look at her freckled stomach, and yells, “I’m gonna eat until I throw up!”

Her voice cracks in the middle and she breaks off to cough once she gets it out. Marina laughs and puts her hand on the small of Pearl’s back as they begin to walk. “Just don’t throw up on me.”

Pearl gives her a huge grin. “Then stay out of my splash zone.”

Marina shakes her head, but she can’t help but smile in return. Surreptitiously, she unzips the pocket of her leather jacket and sticks her hand inside, just to make sure that the small box is still there.

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This has been coming for a while. Marina’s done her research on how to propose, received a lot of unwanted advice from anyone who saw her with the ring (namely, the jeweler, a man on the train, and Callie, who squealed so loud that Marina had to fake an illness to get out of a recording session later that evening because she couldn’t hear out of her right side), and has been rehearsing everything in her head for months. Sometimes, when Pearl isn’t home, she stands in the mirror and practices, watches her own face, and feels really silly. But she wants to do this right.

She didn’t know when she was going to do it. She never planned that far—just knew that it needed to be after the final splatfest. After all that stress, all that performing, all that pretend fighting. When they were flying high on a job well done, a tradition properly brought to a close. That was the perfect time. The ending of one thing, the beginning of the rest of their lives.

She’s been carrying the ring around for weeks now, just in case. She didn’t want Pearl to find it and she was open to seizing an opportunity, even if it went against her post-final splatfest instincts. She was really winging this whole thing, had been since she crawled out of Octo Valley and took a chance on a small little inkling with dozens of piercings who wanted to start a band. It’d brought her this far, her instincts, her gut, her trust in Pearl. Who was she to look the right moment in the face and say no?

But, that never came. Instead, things went according to plan. They sang their lungs out and danced their feet off. Marina went stage blind and Pearl almost slipped off the edge a few times. They finished strong and they brought all of Inkopolis together by dividing them. And now, they’re here.

This is the night. The lights are bright, a multitude of colors that flash and dance across their skin. Pearl’s rings catch the light and she jabbers excitedly as she points out all the junk food. She pulls Marina by the hand from stand to stand and begins to rank all of the fried food on a tastiness scale that only she understands. Marina follows along and gives her opinion on funnel cake, fried mac and cheese bites, corndogs, spiraled potatoes. All the while, Pearl glances at Marina with something behind her eyes, something that Marina can’t place. It’s not bad—in fact, it warms her through, but it almost makes her falter a few times.

After they down a few slices of pizza and share some fried ice cream, they set their sights on the rides. Pearl beelines to a large saucer and it makes Marina queasy to see it spin like that (among other things). She bows out and sends Pearl on by herself.

While alone, she tugs the box out. She doesn’t dare open it. She’s looked at it enough already: a small, simple silver band, etched with P + M. It’ll match Pearl’s other jewelry, won’t be too conspicuous, and she knows that Pearl isn’t a fan of gems or sparkles. She prefers the bluntness of silver, the glint of a thick band under stage lights.

Marina takes a deep breath, holds the box between her hands like a prayer, and tries to give herself the strength to do this. This amazing, crazy thing. This thing that will ensure that things never have to change. This thing that will guarantee that they’ll always be together, no matter what.

+++

They ride a swing ride, one that flies them in a large, leisurely circle. Marina, overcome, flings her arms and legs out like a child and Pearl lets out a chiming, free laugh. She copies Marina and, together, they yell wordless joy as they go in circles. After, a few people recognize them, and they pose for a couple pictures. Pearl, always hungry for the camera, flourishes her arms out. Marina, more subdued, makes sure that her high-waisted skinny jeans are angled just so, and puts her hands on her hips.

They go back to food after that. Over a heaping plate of fried mushrooms, Pearl looks out at the crowd, at all the couples and the children and the siblings, and her eyes are shining with all the lights. Marina swears she falls in love with her all over again right there.

“Are you going to miss it?” Pearl asks after she swallows down a mushroom. Marina, unsure, makes a confused sound. “All the splatfests,” Pearl clarifies.

Marina considers that. Will she? It was something new to look forward to, something she did only with Pearl, and staying up all night writing the announcements and the results every month were some of the most peaceful, reassuring moments of her life. Pearl is quieter and softer when she’s tired, and they shared their first kiss during one of those all-nighters. Worn down, exhausted, they merely fell together that night. One second, Pearl was leaning her head against Marina’s shoulder and the next she was looking up at her with slightly parted lips. They kissed like gravity, like it was inevitable, and, after, neither was sure who initiated. They stared at each other and it was like terminal velocity. Suddenly Pearl was in Marina’s lap, shoving her cold hands around Marina’s face so she could pull her closer. Marina wrapped her arms around Pearl’s back and pulled them flush. She swore she could feel all three of Pearl’s hearts, racing each other in a rat-a-tat rhythm.

“A little,” Marina answers, once she realizes that she’s been contemplating the question for a few too many beats. Her face is warm at the thought of that first kiss and Pearl peeks at her with a coy expression that says that she knows exactly what Marina was just thinking about.

“Things change,” Pearl continues. A flash goes off as someone takes a picture of them and Pearl glances up just in time for another to go off. She scowls in their direction, ever the protector of their private moments, and the poor teen scurries off. Then, she turns back to Marina and grabs her hand, rubs her thumb along her palm. “But you’ll always have me.”

+++

Marina almost chickens out. There are multiple opportunities, but she doesn’t take them. Instead, she allows herself to be dragged around the carnival. She examines the rides with a critical eye, taking them apart in her mind to figure out how they work, and points out a few interesting pieces of mechanics. This makes Pearl smile fondly and shake her head. She squeezes Marina’s hand. “So cute when you’re geekin’,” she mutters, and Marina shoves her lightly.

They ride a few more gentle rides, including the carousel. Pearl climbs on top of an ostrich and lets out a loud whoohoo! as soon as it starts moving. Marina, on an accompanying zebra, forgets herself for a second, because the sight of Pearl so carefree does something pleasant to her insides. She smiles to herself and when she looks it up its to Pearl beaming at her, leaning all the way back with her hands wrapped around the pole. It takes all of Marina’s combined will not to lean over and kiss her right there.

Eventually, eventually, the evening is coming to a close. They snack on a few more fried desserts, share a funnel cake and lick powdered sugar off their fingers. Pearl doesn’t barf, not even after riding a few more spinning rides, and they decide to close things out on the Ferris wheel. Marina gazes up at it and she feels a stone form in her stomach because this is it. This is the moment, isn’t it?

Her whole body feels like it’s working on a different frequency as she climbs on next to Pearl. Sher nerves sing, her hands shake, and her leg bounces. Pearl, mistaking the twitchiness for nervousness, places her small hand on top of Marina’s. Marina, with her hands vice gripped around the safety bar, merely grimaces at her.

They sail around a few rotations, staring off at the bright lights of the city, gazing down at the carnival and all the people below them. Pearl points things out, clearly trying to distract Marina from her anxiety, and Marina tries to pretend to be interested as she fumbles around with the zipper on her jacket pocket.

The Ferris wheel stops at the top. Marina nearly chokes on her own tongue as she gazes out at the dark sky in front of them, illuminated by the soft glow coming off the city. She feels like she can see forever.

“Marina...”

Everything slows down. Marina turns, hand fisting around the box in her pocket. She looks and Pearl is watching her with wide, terrified eyes. It makes Marina let go of the box.

“Pearl?”

Pearl shakes her head and grabs Marina’s hand. “Sorry, I was just enjoying the moment. Look, I have something...”

Pearl digs around in the pocket of her white shorts. Marina feels her whole body come back online then. The seat is jiggling as Pearl’s boot drums against the floor and Pearl’s hand is warm, hot almost. Just there, Marina can see a band of skin on her stomach as she shifts to get better leverage.

“You little shit... Get out of there! Ah! Got it! Okay, sorry.” Pearl smiles a little shyly and it’s the first time Marina’s ever seen that expression on her face. She looks... She’s glowing with the lights and with the blush on her cheeks and Marina literally can’t get her mind to keep up with all this.

“Look.” Pearl takes a deep, stabilizing breath. It rattles out of her chest, catches just there, and she swallows thickly. “I know this is sudden, but I can’t take it anymore.”

Pearl holds her hand out. Between her fingers, there’s a small gold band, the same color as her eyes, with a single, small stone affixed, flush, in the metal.

Marina’s mind crashes to a halt. Her perfectly rehearsed speech, her best laid plans, all leave her. All that’s left is the warm summer breeze and Pearl, looking at her with the most vulnerable expression Marina’s ever seen. It’s devastating to see.

Pearl takes another deep breath. This one comes out a little cleaner, free of all the cobwebs of nerves now that she’s got the ring out. “Look. I love you. So fuckin’ much. I love you so much it keeps me up at night sometimes... And I love it! I love waking up and seeing you there! And watching you play with your hair! And the way you tap your pencil against your lips when you’re thinking! And the way your brow furrows when you’re concerned! And the way you touch things you don’t recognize, all careful! And the way you love machinery! I love watching you discover new things about Inkopolis, and I love that I’ve been by your side this whole time! I just... I love you! And, Reena... I wanna keep loving you.”

Marina’s body takes over. Dumbstruck, she fishes into her jacket pocket, tugs the ring box free, because she can’t believe this. “Pearl...” It’s all she can manage. She holds the box out and Pearl’s brow wrinkles as she looks down at it.

Marina watches as Pearl computes everything and she recognizes the instant that it hits her. Pearl’s eyes widen and she looks up with a mouth that slowly widens into an excited gasp. “No fuckin’ way!” She darts forward, grabs Marina’s face between her hands, and kisses her. It blazes through them, from Pearl to Marina, and Marina can feel the ring’s shape against her cheek as Pearl pulls her closer. Marina’s body relaxes, her stomach releases from its complicated pretzeling, and she allows herself to be swept up. The seat sways under them as Marina pushes back, slides her hands along the bare skin of Pearl’s stomach, and Pearl laughs against Marina’s lips as she brushes against a sensitive spot. Marina, emboldened by the laugh, merely deepens the whole thing. She feels Pearl’s lips part, just there, and she almost loses herself.

Below them, a few people let out a few whoops. A woman yells a loud congratulations! and Marina pulls away, suddenly aware that they have an audience. Pearl lets out a small keening noise at the interruption but then seems to come back to herself. She grins up at Marina, unabashed, and waves over the side, to the delight of their onlookers.

“Is that a yes?” Marina asks. She feels like she’s being lit up from the inside, like she could sail up and live amongst the stars in the sky.

“I thought I was asking you!” Pearl cries, face split in two by her brilliant smile. She has tears in her eyes, Marina realizes, and it makes her chest jump.

“Yes,” Marina says simply. It’s all she can manage. After all that planning, all that rehearsal, and that’s all she has to say. “Yes,” she repeats. “Yes. Yes. Yes.”

+++

As they climb out, equipped with two new rings, the ride attendant gives Pearl a high five. Marina, giddy, overcome, can’t help but lean close as they walk away. A few people snap pictures but neither of them care.

“That was perfect. How’d you do it?” Marina asks as they walk toward the parking lot.

Pearl, knowing that she’s been had, merely grins up at her. “I might’ve bribed the dude running the ride. I’ll never tell.”

Marina lets out a chiming laugh. Pearl squeezes her hand and presses as close as she can while walking. Together, they head home.

Together, they head into the future.

#splatoon #splatoon 2 #pearlina #splatoon fic #off the hook #ashe writes #ashe talks #long post #originally i wasn't gonna post this but i had bad news and i wanna put some positivity out there #i also think it's incredibly important to portray LGBT couples in a positive happy way #so here we are

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sui-senka · 5 years

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The dumbest post

I think y’all should be here to witness the dumbest post I’ll ever make, as I’m not all about getting into discourse and that, and any other self-identifying Vergil lovers please come here:

@creepyscritches, @brasspetalsx, @fandomhell97, @breezeinmonochromenight, @kaldea88, @xalmasyx, @hornyangrybean, @noir-sorrow, @catspook, @xenontrioxide, @zilla-may-cry, @boobble, @vergilshusband, @tifaroni, @littlebluewraith, @im-a-clown, @genovaempera, @neodicronus, @thelessiknowtheworse, @thriilsy, @jestermania, @bunny-girl-sweetseek, @darka3363, @witchkiid, @45, @manadebutt, @magsamaire, @spaghetti-queerghetti, @clairexredfields, @204863-yunglynn, @yuri-subtext, @miss-soso-25, @josuke-kujo, @cameguisada, @trionfi, @glitteryhumanfiretrash, @lewdbunbun, @journalofsparda, @complacentdevil, @infernokid, @emogodmatthew, @brit-o-raptor, @salsa-and-chips, @gemstone-enema

I’d like y’all to bear witness, as I take down this bitch-ass clown. As I’ve blocked the person in question that I want to call out - please tag them into this post to have at them ;) Also - to the other people that didn’t get this, tag your mutuals and get them here.

I’d also like to announce that @thephantomporg84 is now masquerading as @derelict-stranger, and I got a few messages a few days ago about how she was gonna take down her account, and how she wants me to block all of you, which is ridiculous as you are all blogs that I have known and followed way before her and also I don’t know you either. I told her that I didn’t want to be involved in her drama, but here I am.

It’s kinda hard for me to make this post, as I genuinely thought that she was cool in the beginning - she helped to give me more DMC asks in my inbox, and she always reblogged my stuff, as I’ve been trying to make it with the big guys - like @myfairmidnightladyspade.

But I saw the stuff that she says online to you all, and I think I got some anon messages from her asking if I was a terf or not... and yeah - my heart broke. I feel like I have been deceived in some way. What I wanted to be there was someone who was cool, and funny to talk to, but turns out that person is petty, heartless, immature and straight up spiteful.

I may have to justify myself in why I got messages from her - I was only trying to console her, but to do it in a neutral way as I wanted no part in her drama.

Also - i’m probably not gonna show any evidence for how much she sucks cause there’s tags and anon posts dedicated to that sort of thing

I want you on tumblr, and you on Reddit to find her, and in the /v/ section of 4chan to block her and report her for all she’s done. I want you to wipe her existence from the internet until there is nothing left.

Now - I need to change the flow of the conversation by directing it to you, @derelict-stranger.

I’d like you to kindly log off, take a breather and think, for a second about the actions that you’ve done to the people that I’ve mentioned above.

I’d also like to tell you that your suggestion to block all those people above is complete nonsense. Why would you make me block blogs who have perfectly decent and awesome content, and to those who I have talked to longer than you? why would you make me block blogs who I don’t know? Quit trying to get me on your side. I want no part in your drama like I said before, and stop trying to manipulate me into getting me to give a shit about you.

I’d also like to tell you that your situation is entirely self-inflicted. That you trying to talk to me won’t work, the only reason that people are apparently “attacking you” - is because you, in fact, are the instigator, are the catalyst of all this hatred.

You - @derelict-stranger, lack any ability whatsoever to disagree well. From where I’m looking, all of this started because you don’t like Vergil from the Devil May Cry games and you don’t like the plot of 5, which seems extremely stupid to me, as he’s only a small-ish part of 1, one of the best boss-fights in 3 and just a mere mention in 4. The fact that you need to incessantly attack content creators who merely like him is stupid. Either keep those opinions to yourself, ignore them, or do my favourite -> stick ‘em up your big stupid ass.

It’s also stupid that when people merely like him - you have to bring in your own shitty opinions. No one asked you what you thought, and I’m pretty sure you’re actively seeking out fights with people just to feel good about yourself. It’s also super hypocritical of you ragging on about how much Vergil sucks, when you go crazy for Kylo Ren, as they share some similarities in terms of their vibes and traits. (Yeah - I see you asking for smutty Kylo Ren x Reader requests online.....) Why do you get pissy when people like villainous fictional characters - do your knickers

What I just want to know is what kind of personal gratification you get when you actively hate on a character, and what kind of gratification you get when just because someone disagrees with you - that you have to result using death threats, rape threats, pedophilia threats, racism, slurs, and ableism, transphobia, alt-right rhetoric, neo-Nazi shit, pro-Trump, and homophobic comments to content creators just doin’ their own thing. Is it just to feel like the bigger man, is it to make yourself sound smarter than the other person (Cause you don’t) - like what actually motivates you, what actually makes you want to shit on other people’s parades, huh? Sounds to me like you need to get a life.

The fact that you always need to play the victim is sad and pathetic too:

- That you’re on the spectrum: - Okay, there are a lot of people who are on the spectrum here on tumblr. But they don’t use it as an excuse to justify shitty behaviour especially if it’s unitentional. as I’m sure they and the people they know are. I’m sure they apologise and try to get on with life like how NT people do. As you know - a lot of people of the spectrum feel like they’re being treated as sub-human being babies that do nothing but screech all the time, and they’re taking action to change those perceptions. Your behaviours are not helping their cause.

- That you use depression as an excuse - I’m kinda sympathetic to the whole mental health issues thing. I have them too. In fact, I am a hot mess. But I don’t use that to excuse me hurting other people with intention, and I’m sure many others don’t either. At least 1/4 or 1/3 will have some mental health issues in their life, and yeah, it sucks, and it’s common but it doesn’t make them exempt from them being called out on their shitty acts. the fact that so many people are and can be mentally ill doesn’t make you special, and it doesn’t give you a free pass to attack others.

- The fact that you try to bait people into making anti-semitic comments, so you can call them anti-semitic. Dude, that’s low. I’m pretty sure that’s gaslighting and manipulation as well. You don’t get the right to use your religion/race in that way as a defence when you’re feeling attacked so that you come off a better person. I’m friends with many jewish people, and they’d never have the gall to do that. I know that your peeople have had it rough, but you can’t use that in an argument just to prove that the other one is a piece of shit, when it is in fact you. I’m muslim, a WOC, and ancestrally speaking, from a country that your so-beloved president essentially banned their right to seek a better life in the states. For as long as I can remember - I’ve seen news about my kind being universally hated, I’ve been brought up in a post-9/11 world where for as long as I can remember that me and our kind are the enemy (so I can sympathise) - but you don’t see me and other muslims here using those petty tactics that you use, because unlike you, we’re not myopic and we know that won’t get us anywhere.

I mean, this behaviour sounds bratty and childish - so I was thinking, she’ll probably grow out of it. Then I find that you’re in you’re mid-twenties, and I think “you really haven’t grown up at all, have you?”, and honestly it just makes the behaviour worse as you are resulting to middle school/high school tactics -> especially making me block all those people, calling them sociopaths and evil bitches. This ain’t high school or Mean Girls, moron, this is a fandom. A place where people can create, share, like and comment on content that makes you happy. I don’t think you understand what that means - cause all I see, and everyone sees is you spewing hatred everywhere. Fandoms are supposed to make you feel included, feel happy, feel safe, be a place to make friends. I don’t think you know that, and I don’t think you are even smart enough to realise that you are the reason why our fandom isn’t happy.

And honestly, at this point, the hatred you are getting is well deserved. You deserve to feel like shit if all you are going to do is make others feel like shit.

I don’t know what else to say but:

1. Get the hell away from our fandom

2. Get rid of your internet connection.

3. Get a life.

4. We don’t want you here.

5. You’re scum.

6. Go suck a dick, or flick a bean, whatever gets you off you troglodyte.

I liked you man, I really did. Then I saw how you treat others, and now I know I made a dumb life choice in making friends with you. If only you weren’t such a piece of shit, we could have been good friends.

I don’t want you here on tumblr. They don’t want you here. No-one wants or needs a toxic parasite like you on this website.

Yours sincerely,

sui-senka, who just sucked Vergil’s dick yesterday, and liked it.

#devil may cry #dmc #discourse #dmc discourse #honk off #thephantomporg84 #derelict-stranger #🤡

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kryptsune · 5 years

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🌼Yes I know I said I needed a break but here is my proof that I love what I do. I spent today and yesterday crafting a little drabble for Felldritch. I am unsure if this is going to be exactly how this story is going to go but it’s a general idea. If it becomes a proper fic then I will elaborate more. Hope you enjoy it C: Tell me what you think and if you would like to see more.

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FELLDRITCH DRABBLE {1/3}: The Madhouse

Chocolate colored walls surrounded her day in, day out, though chocolate was something one would associate with something pleasant. This room. Was not. All appearances led one to believe in the fastidious nature of this place. This containment. This prison of foul-smelling chemicals of an unknown substance. The scent of something burning followed by screams for mercy. No…they never heard that. No. This was not a place one would associate with something sweet.

It was a facade. A simple show for those that did not know any better. A dull green leather sofa sat along the wall. The rivets bolting it down were just hidden by an ornate rug of ghastly reds and browns. Some unknown crimson stain that was never able to be washed out was just covered by a wooden table. A few books here and there slightly worn decorated its surface. They were books one would not make an effort to pick up. The Nature of the Mind, An Essay on the Success of Electrostimulation, CareGiving, A Safe Haven. All books that might lure one into a false sense of security about this place. This madhouse of screaming lunatics and suffering patients. Ruttledge Asylum… The home for the Mentally Tortured and Disturbed.

A large wooden desk, a full coat rack, a diploma hanging just over some gaudy floral cream-colored wallpaper. Giant books filled with fancy penmanship. A ledger and a quill. Meaningless. Small details that had no value or purpose other than to be eye candy. A pale face watched it all from above surrounded in a golden frame, “Frisk… are you even listening?” Chocolate eyes flecked with ruby stared down from that pale face. Its lips moved expressing a lack of thoughtfulness. A dull tone of acceptance, “I’m sorry Dr. Ruttledge. I will pay more attention.”

The voice that came from that pale face was soft, almost a whisper. One would question if they were truly there, to begin with. A kind of lifelessness that illuminated the tribulations of the past, present, and future. The face that stared back, mahogany hair cut in places haphazardly sticking out, a bandage around a pale throat, eyebrows furrowed with despair. This was her…

A young woman lay on a lounge staring up into the mirror that the nurses and doctor had placed there. They had claimed it was a means of self-reflection. To be able to see one's own progress and health improving. To her, however, it was a wraith. Every time she stared back at that girl she could see herself being whittled away. Every question asked left her more and more hollow. No one believed her and why should they? Her experience was something out of a fairytale. Something that only the mad would conjure up, “Frisk I am going to ask you once more and I want you to respond honestly. Do you understand?”

Dr. W. D. Silias Ruttledge owned this madhouse. He was the presiding caregiver and psychologist to those that did not have violent tendencies. The rest were thrown in solitary beating their empty skulls against dirty white padding. Only hearing the voices of others through a bolted latch in the door. At night she would hear them pacing or talking to themselves.

He had a suspicious voice. One that was soothing in understanding but he didn’t take that tone with everyone. She always felt he was hiding something. Of course, he would just add paranoia to her list of ailments if she even exhibited such an accusation. His black hair was neatly combed where she could just see a streak or two of grey by the side of his skull. A crooked nose had a pair of golden spectacles perched lightly. She noticed it was a habit of his to pull them off and clean them with this handkerchief when he was beginning to grow irritable. A faint scar ran from the bottom of his left eye and she could have sworn also the top of his right. He was properly groomed, a high white starched collar resting below his chin. An ebony and cream waistcoat showed how successful he had been in his career. The finery of a medical professional.

A set of hazel eyes were kept focused on the clipboard he had resting on one leg dressed in black slacks. A lapel pin of a deer rested on the fabric standing out very minimally. It must have been his lineage she guessed just from his British accent, “Yes sir, I understand.” He tapped the quill he was using to write against the inkwell gently ready to write down any notes that may implicate her level of delusion. It was hopeless.

“Frisk, can you explain to me how you got here?” He replied, moving in his chair to find a more comfortable position before reaching for his usual cup of tea and taking a sip, “I want a full and complete answer, no one-word responses today.”

She just turned her attention back up at the doppelganger in the mirror, watching it speak but not feeling anything about what it was saying. It could have been a doll or a dead body for all she cared. That was how hollow she had become. Was there even a soul left within her? Her eyes fell closed before he even asked. It was a typical procedure. Everyday, “Yes, Dr. Ruttledge. I promise I will answer completely and honestly.” Even answering fully wouldn’t put any emotion behind it. A soft sigh escaped her, “I was found wandering the woods late at night nearly seven years ago.

He nodded his head, never once looking up at her, “Yes and why is it you have found yourself in our care?” His quill scribbled something down as she responded, “I was confused trying to remember what had happened to leave me there. Alone in the woods...” The writing stopped, soft scratching absent from crumpled parchment, “You were found exclaiming that you came from a world of monsters. That you needed to help and that you made a promise. A promise to free them from their underground prison.”

Frisk swallowed thickly, “Dr. Ruttledge please I-” He cut her off, listing off her supposed illness calmly. She didn’t want to hear it anymore, “You became hysterical and physically aggressive when you were found and brought here. You begged to be released. So that you could return to them. You continued to talk about these demons… skeletons, fish people, dragons, and goat beasts.” He removed his spectacles and set them down on his clipboard, folding his hands in front of him, “Now tell me, is this due to some trauma or hallucination that you have had? Do you still believe in these fabrications?”

Her eyes fluttered open to look off to the side, “Frisk? Did you not hear my question?” She took a breath but did not respond to the question. She could just hear that soft sound of metal folding upon metal, “I see. We shall skip that question for now. Now... tell me about these friends that you talk about. That you confide in.”

She stared as he sat calmly looking down at her. He never seemed to move positions except for maybe switching the leg he crossed. His attention was back on his notes, but only for a second, “Let’s start with your ‘Best Friend’. You seem to talk about him quite a bit.” Frisk felt her body stiffen. Of course, he would ask about him, “Frisk, I want you to talk about him.” She didn’t want to. She never wanted to because she knew what would happen when she did.

“He was one of the first monsters I met. He helped me and watched over me… protected me. We became close friends. He saved me. I would have had to sacrifice myself to save them all. They all told me that it wouldn’t be the same if I was gone. He begged me to leave my mission behind. Save myself.”

Dr. Ruttledge just nodded his head, “Yes, as we have discussed before. I must ask if your analysis of this… situation is correct. To me, it sounds as though you possibly had feelings for this demon. Which concerns me greatly.” Frisk shook her head before bolting upright, “He is not a demon!” He raised a brow before shaking his head, “Is? As in present tense. Oh, Frisk, I thought we had made progress today. We will continue tomorrow. Rest up, I will see you in the morning.” He rose from his chair, setting the clipboard down on his desk with a soft sigh and opening the door. His gaze was locked on her, just waiting for her to leave his office, or the most likely reason: waiting for the nurse to “escort” her out.

Of course, she was upset. He just called her best friend a demon. He was nothing of the sort, even if he was skeletal in appearance. His brother was not that way either. As much as she wanted to play the game to get out of here she wasn’t going to agree to that. Sans and Pap. They were her friends and family. Nothing would ever change that. Even as the nurse glared at her, grabbing her arm and leading her down the hall.

She didn’t even bother to look around the room she was in. It was the room she had been in for nearly seven years. The soft clink of the lock reminded her that she was still a prisoner, regardless of her “ailments.” At least she had a small window to look out over the grounds. It was sad, really, to think that such a small thing was even worth mentioning. It was dark outside with the fire of the lanterns flickering back and forth.

Her hand slipped from the wooden frame only to make her way to the small bed she knew. All she could think of was her bed back in Snowdin. How she would cuddle under those warm covers, snuggled up with the boy's pet dog. Well, more like a wolf. Now she just laid there cuddling a plush she kept close to her. It was a rabbit. A white stuffed rabbit with little button eyes. She had painted them green one day with some of the paint from the rec room. A place she was apparently forbidden from for it would “worsen” her delusions.

All she could do was close her eyes and try to rest, all while slipping into her memories of a better time. One that she wanted to return to. A place where she was loved and accepted. A place that withheld judgment. Home. She buried her face gently against the plush in her arms, her whole body shaking from the thoughts that clawed at her mind. It was at that moment she felt terribly alone and hopeless.

Frisk could feel the tears slipping down her cheeks as she curled into a ball on top of the thin blankets. A few soft sobs caused her to choke on what little words she could get out, “I want to go home.” Would they even recognize her anymore? She was broken. A fragile thing putting up a smiling face in the jaws of adversity. That tightness was starting to constrict her chest before she let it out. Trails of tears poured from her eyes as she fell apart, slowly struggling to take in proper oxygen. This place was breaking her. If she just admitted that they didn’t exist maybe they would let her leave. Maybe she could live a normal life, but that wasn’t the one she wanted.

A few hours later and she was shaken awake only to be greeted by an old frowning face. The nurse. Frisk didn’t bother to remember her name. She was a crotchety old crone that treated the patients like dogs. The cup in her hand found its way into her cheek, squishing against her face and forcing her to take it from those leathery hands. It was her medicine. The kind that would make her sleepy. It was a feeling she hated; not being in control of herself properly. She took the pills and hid them under her tongue as the nurse walked away. Normally they checked to see if they were swallowed, but they had never caught her not taking them before.

She spit them out before tossing them through the bars of the window. There were worse things here then not taking ones medication. Tortures she had been subjected to even though she was not supposed to. That was when she noticed a sliver of light coming from the hallway. The nurse had forgotten to shut the door.

All that was running through her mind was that she could be free. She could escape this place. Adrenaline was coursing through her as her feet flew toward the crack in the metal. A promise of freedom and escape. There was no one in the hallway.

She grabbed some of her clothing. The same ones that she had been found in and threw them on. The striped shirt that she wore in the Underworld for so long they had thrown away a long time ago. Now all she was left with was the patient clothing now hanging on her shoulders and a pair of boots and socks. She hated being stuck in that sterile smock, but she couldn’t waste any time.

She grabbed what she found valuable from her room before creeping down the hallway, passing a security guard easily. The spare keys were kept in the office as she snagged one from the drawer before rushing toward the door. That soft click of the key being inserted into the lock caused her heart to jump, as she stumbled out into the night. Where was the mountain? She could just faintly make out the silhouette of Ebott from where she was.

Frisk ran as hard as she could and as fast as she could, stumbling through the trees, climbing rocks, and doing everything in her power to reach the summit. She knew where she had fallen; it was all rushing back. A branch caught at her cheek, causing a thin line of crimson to bead from the wound. Just a little bit more. 'Seven years ago she had been here,' she thought as she stared down into the open mouth of the mountain. So long ago.

It didn’t matter… she was going home.

A simple jump and she had flung herself into the darkness once more. Only this time she knew what awaited her. At least… she thought she did….

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