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beebo-shmeebo · 5 months ago
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This is your daily reminder to
DISCIPLE-IFY YOUR GUARDIANS.
Thank you for coming to my Ted talk.
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whorecruxriddles · 4 years ago
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would you do your own A-Z nsfw alphabet for tom?
funny you should ask, i was just thinking about this
(nsfw below the line, obviously tee hee)
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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Okay look, Tom does aftercare but it’s subtle. He doesn’t outright ask if you feel alright after, he watches you very carefully, observing how you move and speak to make sure that he didn’t accidentally push you over the edge. He’s not a cuddly person but if you happen to rest your head on his chest, he’ll put an arm around your shoulder, maybe rub the smallest of circles in your back once you’re asleep.
If you spend the night and feel super sore in the morning, he’ll use his status as Head Boy to pull a few strings and get you excused from class. If you have somewhere you need to be, he’ll help you get dressed. If you take a shower right after, he’ll join you and wash your hair for you.
You know, simple things so no one catches him simping.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Tom loves your lips. He likes to watch them tremble and quiver as he makes a mess out of you. He loves the shape they make when you call out his name. He likes how soft they feel against his own because he’s the only one who gets to kiss you.
As for himself, Tom supposes that he likes his hands. He likes how they look wrapped around your neck and the power rush it gives him to be able to squeeze around your throat. It always makes you look so small underneath him.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Inside you, it makes him feel like he’s marking you as his or something. That being said, seeing it spread across your face also makes him smile.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He’s pretty straight forward with you about what he wants to do in bed but he does have a fantasy about bending you over and fucking you in front of his followers. It would be the ultimate power move but he never actually suggests it because he knows you probably wouldn’t go for it and he doesn’t really like the idea of his lessers seeing you naked, no, that’s just for him and him alone. So, I guess you could say that he’s a secret voyeur.
(and he turns into a cuddler when he’s asleep)
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Oh, Tom fucks. He knows what he wants to do and how to do it, no need to worry about that.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Probably having you bent over something or on his lap while he’s sitting up. Against the wall would also probably make his top ten. But having you underneath him is always a classic.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Tom is...sadistic. He likes to tease you, poke fun at how desperate you are, but he can also be very serious, especially if he’s jealous.
“Does Dolohov get to fuck you? Does he get to make you feel this good?”
“N-no, my lord! Only y-you do!”
“Mmh, that’s what I thought.”
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
I mean, Tom lived in the 40s so I doubt that anyone was clean shaven back then. He’s not too picky or worried about it, but I could see him keeping himself neatly trimmed.
Once he becomes Voldy, he just straight up doesn’t have any, lol.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
He’s not romantic but he lets you know that you’re the center of all his attention in the moment. He’s focused on you and only you.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Doesn’t do it often, doesn’t really see the point if he has you. Will indulge if you’re not up to a session or are otherwise unavailable.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Choking, of course, is one of his sadist go-tos. He doesn’t really do the whole ‘daddy’ thing but call him ‘sir’ or ‘lord’ and you’re in for a treat.
Tom will degrade and praise you at the same time. One minute he’s calling you a filthy little whore and the next, he’s telling you how good you’re being for him. He’s also the type to spit in your mouth.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Tom doesn’t really have a favorite spot to fuck you but he’s got some designated places for it. His bed naturally, the Room of Requirement is quite nice for it, the Chamber of Secrets if he’s feeling particularly powerful. One time you did it in the Forbidden Forest and it was surprisingly romantic. If someone pisses him off, he won’t hesitate to fuck you in their bed or their office (you can only hope that that phoenix doesn’t snitch to Dumbledore about what you did on his desk).
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Anger is one of his biggest motivators. Envy, pride and sheer boredom as well. If you’re in the mood, it’s not hard to get him in the mood. If he feels like he’s letting in too much emotion, he’ll probably end up fucking you to distract himself from it but sometimes that doesn’t really help because the way you look drifting off to sleep in his arms is so...
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Tom’s not really the type to have boundaries but he doesn’t like to beg and he won’t do anything you don’t want to. He won’t have sex with you if you’re too drunk to understand what you want, he much prefers it when you’re genuinely able to want him.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He likes receiving much more than giving (another reason why he loves your lips). There’s something about having you on your knees in front of him, looking up with an adoring expression that just drives him wild. He’ll let you do most of the work, but you can bet that he’ll have a hand in your hair the whole time.
While he doesn’t like to give you oral, he does enjoy fingering you.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Tom can go either way here, it depends on his mood. He likes to be rough, he’s not at all a very soft fellow, but sometimes he likes to hold you out for as long as possible or simply just be able to appreciate your lovely body.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
He’s not opposed to them at all but they’re not his favorite. He likes to plan things out ahead of time and take his time, but he won’t say no to a spontaneous blowjob in a supply closest or to fingering you before transfigurations.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Tom tends to be a creature of habit but he most definitely has an adventurous side to him. He’s willing to experiment, especially if it means experimenting with spells.  
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
He can go for several rounds, until he feels that he’s gotten everything he can out of it.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Not toys, necessarily, but his wand or better yet, your wand. If he’s got you tied up or immobile, he likes to drag it over your body or hold it to your throat to remind you whose in charge.
When will we finally get that book of sex spells
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Tom likes to tease quite a bit. He’ll let you squirm and beg for your release, he’ll make you earn it.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He’s not loud but god damn, does he make a lot of noise. Lots of grunting and growling in a low tone. Tom is, without a doubt, the king of dirty talk and has a way of making insults sound endearing. He likes to sound like he’s in control, even when he’s not.
You, on the other hand, he loves to hear you to come unfurled for him. He’ll make fun of your high pitched squeals and cries, but don’t be fooled, he lives to hear them.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
“I hate you, Riddle.”
“I find that hard to believe considering how much you’re whining right now.”
“Shut up and fuck me.”
“Not if you don’t show some respect.”
“Please shut up and fuck me, sir.”
“If you insist, darling.”
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
I feel like you have to have the biggest set of balls to do half of the shit that Tom does
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Very high, he’s a very horny bastard (unless he’s already busy with something).
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Tom doesn’t fall asleep right after. He waits until you’ve already drifted off and then lets himself have a few moments to admire you and think about how glad he is that you’re his. Just a few moments though, least he end up going soft.
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bunnyywritings · 4 years ago
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unconventional dates and kisses
tsukishima kei x fem!reader
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𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 - 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 - 𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕥
[a/n: sorry for the wait but it’s finally here, part 3 of hollow words and misunderstandings, enjoy! -yours truly, bunnyy -`ღ´-]
Things were different after the summer training camp. Akiteru could tell that his little brother was...different. It was a good change but it was a change all together. He wasn’t as on edge as he used to be, he was more content. No matter how much he pried and pressed, Kei kept his lips sealed.
It was the same with you. Your parents couldn’t help but notice that you were happier and less stressed when you got home from volleyball practice. They didn’t really ask much, they were just happy to see you happy.
There was a couple days before the start of the Spring High tournament. Everyone was definitely a mix of being super pumped but also terrified.
Practice had ended on a relatively high note, everyone cleaned up and went to change. The usual two were persistent on staying for extra practice, Yachi staying to help them too. You here back in your school uniform and waiting for Tsukishima to finish changing, practically shaking with nerves. Neither of you had explicitly announced your relationship but everyone suspected that there was something going on. Yamaguchi was the first to figure it out and confront the both of you before being sworn to secrecy. It was hard for the others to tell since neither of you were super affectionate during school hours or during practice.
Little did they know, it was the small things that they hadn’t noticed that were painfully obvious indicators.The both of you walking side by side after practice or sitting with each other during lunch, pinkies hooked. Or the gentle smiles and soft eyes that you two shared when no one else was looking or was around. Him buying you a drink from the vending machine or you sharing your breakfast with him after morning practice was over. The whispered sweet nothings and tender kisses shared when he walked you to the corner where you both went your separate ways at the end of the night.
Tonight, however, practice had ended earlier as promised by Ukai and you and Tsukishima planned to go on a date. A convenience store date but it was honestly all you guys had time for.
“What are you gonna do with your extra time, (y/n)?” You jumped when Suga had popped up beside you.
“Oh well I-I was thinking that I’d probably get a bite t-to eat and g-go home. What about you?” You weren’t exactly lying.
Suga squinted skeptically at you, “Hmhhm, well I was gonna get in some extra studying. Relax a bit.”
“I h-hope you enjoy!” You smiled awkwardly. You could see Tsukishima and Yamaguchi approaching in your peripheral view. “Well, I should get going. Goodnight.” Then you escaped and wedged yourself in between them.
“What are you doing short stuff?” Tsukishima snickered, hand brushing against yours.
“Trying to stop myself from accidentally outing us, beanpole.” You bit back, slowly hooking your pinkie around his.
“Why don’t you guys want anyone to know?” Yamaguchi asked as you guys walked off of school grounds.
“Are you kidding me? Letting those idiots know would be a disaster, they’re so nosy.” Kei huffed. You just nodded in agreement. That would be a disaster.
The three of you had walked in a comfortable silence, bidding Yams a goodbye at his stop. The two of you continued walking until you arrived at the store. Wandering around, picking up things you’d want to eat as you went along. After making sure you grabbed everything, you made your way to the register and set everything down. You reached into your bag to grab your money when Kei held his arm out to stop you, pulling out his own wallet. A blush burned at your cheeks as he handed the auntie his money, he was absolutely unbothered to pay for you. You muttered a quiet ‘thank you’ before taking your things and heating up what needed to be heated before going to the tables that were set up outside.
You had sat down across from each other, saying a quick ‘itadakimasu’ before hungrily peeling back the cover to your instant ramen cup and shoving some of the delicious noodles in your mouth. Something you came to instantly regret. Tears sprung into your eyes at the searing hot pain that was happening on your tongue and the inside of your cheeks. You turned away and exhaled and inhaled rapidly, chewing as much as you could all at once. Kei was quiet for a moment before breaking into boisterous laughter, his annoying cackle doing nothing to stop the embarrassment filling your body. He watched in amusement as you opened and closed your mouth like a little fish, before finally swallowing down the scalding hot food and desperately reaching for your water, taking greedy gulps to soothe the pain.
“Wow, I thought I was dating a dragon for a second.” You glared at his smirk over the water bottle, putting it down with a pout.
“Tsukki, it really hurt.” The quiet whine came out a little slurred.
“What? Would you like me to kiss it better, my little dragon?”
“Yes.” His eyes widened just a bit before smirking wider.
“So shameless.~” He teased, leaning forward before meeting your lips with a gentle kiss, not wanting to cause you anymore pain.
Once he leaned back in his chair, he saw the victorious smile on your lips.
“You’re ridiculous.” He shook his head in amusement before taking a bite of his onigiri. You guys continued to joke round and eat, showing each other some memes or something just for shits and giggles. After finally finishing and cleaning up, you started to walk to the break off point when a thought came across your mind.
“When do you have to be home?”
“Hmm, technically by 10. Why?” He was confused but waited for you to elaborate, seeing the gears turn in your mind.
That meant that he time to kill. “Would you like to continue o-our d-date? At my house?” You were fiddling with your fingers.
“And what exactly would we do at your house? What would your parents say about you bringing a boy over so late?” He wore a teasing smirk as he leaned down to meet your eyes but his heart was beating rapidly against his ribs.
You blushed heavily. “Well I was gonna surprise you with it tomorrow but I made you something. A-and my parents don’t get back from my grandparents house till this weekend so...”
“Alright then, sweetheart. Lead the way.”
So you made the trek to your house, your mind racing at the thought of being alone with him. Your hands shook as you unlocked the door and walked in. Kei nodded as he looked around, it was minimalistic yet still very warm and homey. He slipped off his shoes, the sound of something tapping against the hardwood floors caught his attention. A rather big dog coming around the corner was not what he was expecting. He watched as a huge smile spread across your lips.
“Hello Aki, I’m home!” You cooed as the dog jumped excitedly before it suddenly turned to look at him, head tilted.
“Aki, be nice. This is Kei, my b-boyfriend.” He thought it was sweet how you stuttered while introducing him to your dog. “Kei, this is Aki. My puppy.”
“Puppy?” He quirked and eyebrow, “That’s a bear, (y/n).” He stood straighter as the dog let out a quiet woof before approaching him. The blonde stuck his hand out and let Aki sniff him. Aki did just that before sticking his tongue out and licking at his fingers. You giggled at the grimace that appeared on Kei’s face before Aki started to jump up and excitedly greet him.
“He loves you.” As you said this, Aki nuzzled into the palm of his hand, basically begging for pets. “He’s a japanese mastiff. So even though he’s only 4, he’s pretty big already.” You explained before Aki made his way to the backyard doors. “Uhm well, make yourself comfortable. I’m gonna let him out real quick.”
As you did that, Kei wandered into the living room, the multiple framed photo’s littering the mantle caught his attention. They were pictures from volleyball the year before. He smiled at how happy you looked in the photos. Wide smiles and rosy cheeks.
“So, what’s my surprise?” He asked as you made your way inside.
“Oh, right.” You motioned him to the kitchen, washing your hands before heading to the fridge. Opening it an pulling something out. “I spent the weekend finding the perfect recipe.”
His eyes were huge, mouth slightly agape in disbelief. Sitting on the table was the perfect strawberry shortcake. It was perfectly round, the creme looked fresh and shaped into the perfect peaks, the strawberries were dark and shiny under the kitchen light.
“My mom owns a-a bakery so I-I made it there. She wanted t-to help but I insisted on m-making it myself.” He was at a loss for words. You laughed quietly and went to grab two plates and a knife. Cutting two triangular slices and placing them on the plate, putting the rest of it in the fridge and grabbing two forks. “You just gonna stand there or are we gonna eat some cake?” He huffed out a laugh and grabbed a plate and fork before following you back into the living room and onto the couch.
Enjoying a little slice of heaven while sitting next to an angel. There was some random show playing on the tv as you both sat and ate, exchanging words here and there. Plates clean and bellies content, you placed the dishes in the sink before going back to join him. Before you could even sit, he gripped your wrist softly.
“Thank you, that was delicious.” He held your chin in between his fingers and met your lips in a sweet kiss, lips melding softly as the remaining taste of strawberries and sweet cream lingered on each others’ tongue. Pulling away rather breathlessly, he moved to grip your bare thighs in his calloused hands and tug you down onto his lap.
Running one hand through his hair and the other cupping his jaw, no words were exchanged as your lips met once more. This time they moved hungrily against each other, his hands gripping your plush thighs while humming in appreciation. You had hoped he couldn’t hear your heart beating wildly in your chest, he hoped you couldn’t hear his as his tongue moved experimentally against yours when you had turned your head and parted your lips for a deeper kiss. You blushed when a soft moan escaped your moan at the new sensation.
Pulling away, chests heaving as your foreheads rested against each others. There was a mischievous glint in his eyes before he moved his head down and his nose nudged at the spot where your jaw and neck connected.
“Kei-” You were cut off when his lips suddenly met the underside of your chin, you gave into the sensation and leaned your head back to give him free range. His lips started to move further down to the base of your neck, both of your hands were in his hair, fingers twisted in his golden locks. He gave an experimental nip at your skin, chuckling at the surprised yelp that left your lips. He went back to working on your neck, both of you lost in this new experience. 
Aki came out of nowhere and barked very loudly, causing the both of you to pull away from each other in a panic.
“Oh my god...” You gasped, hand coming over your beating heart.
“I can’t believe I just got cock blocked by your dog.” Kei groaned as he leaned forward and rested his head against your shoulder.
“Kei! Don’t say that!” You blushed, slapping his shoulder.
“Am I wrong though?” He asked quietly, placing kisses against your skin once more before the buzzing in his pocket stopped him. You were going to get off his lap but he stopped you, wrapping his arms around your waist and hugging you into him. You relaxed and melted into his embrace, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and resting your head against his shoulders. Enjoying the warmth before he had to leave.
Thanks a lot Aki...
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ego-driven-one-wing-angel · 4 years ago
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FF VII - Cloud Headcanons | #5
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ANON (1): SFW slphabet for Cloud, maybe?
ANON (2): HOLY MOLY COULD YOU??? COULD YOU POSSIBLY??? DO THE SFW ALPHABET FOR CLOUD IF YOUR REQUESTS ARE STILL IPEN???? (Or the nsfw one??? :^) ) I love your writing and you’re just SPOT ON when it comes to all the final fantasy ppl I just love it
A/N: The NSFW will come out soon, so I hope you enjoy this one while you wait! Also thanks so much for the compliments <3
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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
Cloud typically puts his pride first, but that doesn’t mean he’s not going to find ways to be affectionate in his own little ways. It can be as simple as complimenting your achievements, how you fight, what you wear. It’s small and usually made from observation, but he can go a little more beyond, thanks to this female friends. That vase of flowers left on the table for you? He won’t mention it if you don’t, but small gestures will be found throughout your house as the seasons go by.
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
Cloud is the typical introvert being roped in by extroverts. He’s not sure how he becomes friends with them, but it ends up happening one way or another. 
Your friendship isn’t admirable in any way, shape, or form, most likely the type that is long-distance and sparse. But when you come to meet face-to-face again, it’s like time hasn’t left. He’ll continue to be the same person as he’s always been, quiet, a bit cold, but he’s got some kindness hidden in there somewhere. 
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
Cloud is so touch starved in his later years he’ll crave it, but he’s not going to ask for it. Again, pride is a big thing for him. But when you’re together for a while, and start to get the little hints he drops in your relationship, you can crawl right underneath his arm late at night and the smallest of smiles will appear. 
D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
Cloud doesn’t mind the idea of settling down, but his past comes to creep on him in the worst times of his life. He’s on edge constantly, and losing the people he loves made him terrified of moving on in a relationship. There has to be trust, lots of trust.
Cleaning wise, Cloud is a messy person. He’s the type that takes something out and doesn’t put it back. Books, weapons, food. He’ll claim it’s because he’s still using it, but three days later the items will still be in the same place he left them.
With cooking, Cloud has trouble. It’s not something he’s done very well at any time. He dreams of being able to taste his mother’s cooking again, but he can never get the concept of patience and love for the craft. Everything he eats is almost always pre-made or bought in advance. 
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
As disappointing as it sounds, he wouldn’t say anything about it. He’d just plain leave, never call you back, never come see you again. He’s afraid to watch your face break down, the sadness, and it’s better for him to just take off without another word.
F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
To put it forward, Cloud has commitment issues. Trauma tends to affect people in a lot of different ways, and in Cloud, it has everything to do with becoming close to those he may lose. So when he’s in a relationship it’s always on the rocks for him. When could he possibly lose you too would always come to his mind.
Cloud is also not the type to get married if he has something to say about it. Not for a very long time at least. Again, trust comes into play. How long have you known one another? How long have you been intimate? These questions will certainly rise if either of you ever think of marriage. 
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
Cloud is far more gentle than the others. He tends to get hints on whether you prefer his more delicate nature, and he knows when to be nice and quiet with you, everything soft and fleeting if you give off that energy. Emotionally, he tends to be much more mushy, simply because he’s got a lot of baggage and having someone listen to his problems eases those burdens from his shoulders. But don’t worry, his rough personality is still there. 
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
Hugs are odd for him. Physical touch in any form is strange, and if you hug him he’ll jut stand there awkward until you part.
I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
It’s a matter on how well his commitment issues have been talked through. He regrets not saying it more often to those he does care for, but it doesn’t force him to say it to those that are still with him. It’s a constant internal struggle he faces. 
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)
Cloud’s jealousy is pretty high compared to others. He’s not in any way dominant, but he is protective over what he loves. And sometimes it can go as far as rudely commenting or insulting the people involved. He’s quiet, but not that quiet.
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
Cloud’s kisses are usually soft, compatible with his softer personality. His favorite spots to be kissed are, funny enough, the more mundane and playful areas. He melts at the idea of you lips coming to give him a kiss upon his cheek while he’s asleep or working, at the most random of times. His favorite spot to kiss you happens to be on your forehead. It’s simple and sweet.
L = Little ones (How are they around children?)
With his experience with Marlene and Denzel, it’s not all bad. He’s still has a bit or his more rough, awkward personality when he’s around children he doesn’t know to well, but it’s not terrible. He can deal with them, and perhaps even play games with them if it leads there.
M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
Cloud’s morning is all over the place. He doesn’t understand what a routine is and every morning will start differently at all hours of the day. His favorite morning traditions however, is when you catch him peacefully sleeping, and you crawl a little closer to him. It’s always a surprise when he wakes up shortly after.
N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)
When he’s back home, his nights are spent quietly unwinding. Showering, unpacking, cleaning his weaponry as the Midgar news plays in the background.  It’s usually spent alone, but you’re free to come and join him if you wish.
O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
He lives his life as an enigma and won’t admittedly tell you everything in one move. His life will come to you in bits and pieces and personal conversations if he trusts you enough with delicate information. But don’t be alarmed if he keeps them to himself, it’s a lot of baggage to carry, and having your sympathy will do nothing for him.
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)
He has patience, just not a lot. He gets irritated over the conflicts continually arising in Midgar, but you never see him angry simply because he knows anger will feast in him much like it did Sephiroth. 
Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)
He remembers a large chunk of information. Just not everything. Sometimes he drifts in and out of conversation and he won’t remember a thing you said, other times he’s like a hawk. Every detail is stuck in his head. It just depends on what he’s talking about and how invested he’s in.
R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
Cloud tends to like the more domesticated aspects of his life. When he’s home, spending time with those he cares for. It halts the impeding doom resting in his soul for a short period of time.
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
Cloud is protective. Again, trauma does things to people, and in Cloud’s case it’s the idea he has to protect everyone around him, and sometimes going as far as protecting them from himself. He thinks his existence is what causes these deaths, and he’ll go as far as leaving you, because in his mind, it’s how he’s keeping you safe.
Cloud also wants to be more emotionally protected. It’s not your job, but having you there to talk about those problems will make him more secure.
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
His ideas are much more calm and small. It’s never these big events or parties, very secluded and intimate if it’s about an anniversary or a date. Simple is his goal.
U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
Leaving things everywhere. He’s messy. Constantly pulling things out and never putting them back where he found it. Looking for a specific book? Good luck. Cloud could have pulled it out of the bookshelf weeks ago and now forgot where he stuck it. 
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
Cloud’s appearance isn’t important per se, but he cares what he wears when it comes to fighting and being comfortable. He also likes things in patterns or set in a theme. How many people do you know that has wolf themed earrings, phone charms, metal work and clothing that matches? 
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
He most definitely would. Anyone he lost would be like another stab in his heart, and every day would be a constant reminder of what happened. Whether it be how you simply left, or died, it’s going to hurt him in more ways then one. 
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)
Cloud is prideful, but he puts his personal feelings aside when dealing with anyone. Sure the idea sounds aggravating, stupid, a waste of his time, but if you really ask he’ll do it. Cloud might complain about it later on, but he truly just wants to help.
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)
Cloud hates overly clingy people. He likes the occasional cuddling session, an awkward hug, being around his friends and loved ones, but those that can’t grasp the concept that he’s not a touchy person will immediately get the boot. He doesn’t mind the type of flirting that involves touching, but when the person will not get the hint he’s not a fan of being touched all the time, it’s irritating. 
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)
Cloud’s personal bed is similar to just pure feathers. It’s very soft and fluffy, and ultimately helps him sleep better through the night. It’s one the reasons why his routines are never the same, because some mornings that bed is beyond comfortable. 
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mysticmachmir · 4 years ago
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Judaism, Circles, and Circle-Casting
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What's the Point of a Circle?
Magical Circle Definition: A temporary space with clearly defined energetic boundaries that provides a known space for ritual, magic, or similar controlled change.
"Casting a circle allows us to create an energetic space that supports our work in the physical space we have available. Since we do our ritual in a variety of spaces, many of which spend most of their time being something else (a living room, a public park, a rented room in a friendly business or community building), we need a way to make the space stop being those things, and start being a space where ritual, magic, and transformation can happen more easily."
This is a definition from a religious witch, a priestess of a coven. Obviously, this is not Judaism or a Jewish witch. However, if we want to incorporate some type of this into our practice, we need to understand what is its purpose. Asking why we have a ritual is just as important as how to craft one genuinely. For more information on crafting Jewish ritual and researching into Jewish traditional rituals to serve your purposes, please inquire this series on Tumblr.
Magical and Mystical Circles in Judaism
The Talmud: Honi HaMe'egal
One of the most concrete examples is using a circle to invoke and demand something of G!d. Here is a summary of what he did, but the sources via Sefaria are Taanit 23a:4-Taanit 23a:5-10. 
"His surname is derived from an incident in which, according to the Babylonian Talmud, his prayer for rain was miraculously answered. On one occasion, when G!d did not send rain well into the winter (in Israel, it rains mainly in the winter), Honi drew a circle in the dust, stood inside it, and informed G!d that he would not move until it rained. When it began to drizzle, Honi told G!d that he was not satisfied and expected more rain; it then began to pour. He explained that he wanted a calm rain, at which point the rain calmed to a normal rain."
The Bible and Folkloric Uses of Circles
However, there are many times we see circles used in Judaism. In the TaNaKh, magic circles first appear in Jewish tradition in the Bible, when Joshua encircles Jericho seven times in order to collapse its walls. We also have circles during Simchat Torah, weddings, Hoshana Rabbah, and funerals. Circles are used quite a bit in Jewish ritual, whether we realize it or not.
The use of protective circles, so familiar in medieval sorcery, also starts to appear in Jewish practice. Such circles were also used to protect the birthing bed of pregnant women (Sefer ha-Chayyim 2.8). Smaller circles drawn around a wound or area of illness on a Body presumably exorcised the malaise-causing spirit. 
The book Zera Kodesh (“Holy Seed”),  written in the 16th century, describes making concentric circles on the ground (usually three or seven) with an iron blade, often with an inscription or the names of Angels added. The Baal Shem Tov once defeated a priest-witch by making a protective circle with his staff (Megillat Setarim). 
In YIVO's Folklore of Ashkenaz class, by Professor Itzik Gottesman, he discusses the different ways circles were used by Ashkenazi Jews. He discusses that "Circling [was used to] ward the demons off the body. Circling, and circles in general, have found their way into Jewish folklore in a number of ways. Circles are considered perfect shapes and have a magical power to keep away evil. … Round objects also have symbolic value. At the first meal from returning from a burial, the family is given bagels to eat. One interpretation of this is so that we remember the round cycle of life and death, and it reinforces belief in reincarnation, which has been very much part of Jewish belief in the Diaspora. The [Rabbinic] responsa also mentions other circle customs: to circle the graves with thread, which were later used as wicks and candles to be lit for the ill person in the synagogue; in order to stop the spread of swelling on the eyes, it was circled with a ring; and in order to prevent further growth of a hunchback, it was circled with the hand of a dead man."
Noam Sienna, a Jewish scholar, speaks of other minhagim: "Drawing circles is also a common practice in the Mediterranean/Sephardic Jewish world to protect birthing mothers and newborns — it’s often drawn with a special sword or knife, and participants would also themselves walk in a circle around the cradle or around the room while reciting a protective formula like Psalm 91."
In Midrash, it is written: "For the circle has no beginning and end. And regarding this pleasure the scholars of truth hinted in their midrash, "the Holy One Blessed be He will make a circle for the righteous in the World to Come."
Kabbalah
A circle represents infinity because it has no beginning or end. In Kabbalah, the samech (a letter that is an enclosed loop) represents the infinite power of the Ein Sof, G!d’s infinite light. 
This video from Chabad is about an hour-long shiur on the concept of the sacred geometry of the circle, but essentially the Rabbi discusses how the circle is the most common and natural shape in Nature that G!d has created. Pebbles, the globe, ripples of water, the cycle of time itself is the most perfect shape and represents the week, 7 days. Seven and the circle are connected, as 7 is a very important number in Judaism connected to time. I do recommend watching if you're interested in numerology, sacred geometry, and math connected to divinity.
Modern Circle-Casting Rituals
Typically, when people think of circle casting, they are called to Wicca's ritual of circle casting, calling on the archangels (which sounds extremely similar to the Jewish krias Shema  - and Wicca was invented in the 50s, so you know who took from who there), calling on the watchtowers (Book of Enoch), and etcetera. This is not a process I am necessarily interested in. Here is one take of mixing Wiccan circle-casting with Jewish and Celtic theology/elements (this person is Jewish). Note: If you are a monotheistic Jew, or otherwise don't want to "mix" your practices, I do not suggest using this example of ritual. Also, the Zohar-pentagram connection is… questionable.
There is also the circle-casting suggested from Tehomot: Jewish Witchcraft*, which I'll outline here. I prefer this one because while yes, it is connecting back to the Wiccan tradition, it is not melding much of the religious elements, and only a few ritual pieces. Instead, it incorporates a lot more Jewish ritual and connection to Hashem. If it were me, I would remove the athame aspect of it and it would align more for my needs.
Visualization of the circle as the boundary of Gan Eden:
Athame/tool - shooting out fire like the spinning blade protecting Gan Eden
Gan Eden - orientations to the east, four rivers in the garden
Instead of calling on the watchtowers, call on the names of the rivers as found in Torah
He says that the "casting of the circle brings you from Malkhut - etheric double of the physical world. You are going up the Tree of Life and the Four Worlds in circle work/spirit work - from physical to spiritual (Assiyah to Yetzirah, Malkhut to Yesod)". 
The purpose of using a circle is asking for help - from G!d, angels, guardians, to ask help to change Assiyah/Malkhut/physical realm.
How To Cast (According to Tehomot)
1. Be properly prepared. ritual for preparedness - oil/shower/ centering. Once in the circle, anointment w/ oil and/or ring a bell/musical note
2. Draw the circle - saltwater, incense, or candle
3. Corner call - the four rivers and four elements. 
4. Summoning entities to hold the corner of the circles - angels, spirits, whomever 
5. The evocation of G!d, recite psalms and say for what purpose
6. Calling on ancestors to be present
7. Magical work/ritual
8. Worship element - a prayer to G!d, offerings (kiddush)
9. Closing - release ancestors, release the corners, draw the circle backward and ground the energy
Finally, in the book Magic of the Ordinary, there is another "circle-casting" ritual that he posits is from compiling symbolism from Jewish texts in this new ritual.
Tools: Bird feather and a fallen branch found naturally. This ritual is to be performed outside as it is written in this book. It is asked that you meditation with this stick and infuse your breath into it before using it to draw the circle.
If the ritual for which you are making the circle is to heal something, undo something, process something, make space for newness in some way or another, draw the circle counter-clockwise. Walk around the circle as you are drawing it and chant (I am only writing the English, get the book for the Hebrew): "Here I am Here I am Here I am, G!d Breath, Please support me" 
(Take a Breath) "I and the Unnameable, The Infinite One So again-- I and ho, I and ho"
(Take a breath, and then louder): "I and ho I and ho Support me, Please"
Repeat as much as you need until the circle is complete. You need to draw it seven times. Then, step inside the circle and chant into the four directions: "Toward your support do I direct my hope, O G!d I direct my hope, O G!d toward your support O G!d toward your support do I direct my hope"
Take your feather and sweep it across the inside of the circle and chant: "For the sake of the unification of the Holy Blessed One be He and the Shekhinah Through this rite, done in awe and in love to join The name Yah with Wah in a complete union"
Then wave the feather to the sky in circular movements while chanting "Yah" toward the sky and downward again sweeping it across the earth chanting "Wah". Do this three times and leave your tools in the center of the circle before stepping out. The circle is finished, and you can begin any rituals  - calling forth spirits, performing ceremonies, or leading gatherings. 
(Yah and Wah are two names of G!d, riffing off the Holy Name in an acceptable way as it is not the full name. If you are uncomfortable with this, you can replace it with a name of G!d comfortable for you). 
*The person who made this podcast is an apostate and is now a Messianic Baptist. He has a post where he says that Jesus is Torah and to deny Jesus means you are denying G!d. I do not support Messianic Judaism, so I have decided not to link his work. You can still find it online, easily. This podcast is from a time where he identified as a Jewish witch and was becoming a Rabbi.
If you like my work and writings, feel free to tip me here: https://ko-fi.com/ezrasaville!
Sources:
The Jewish Myth, Magic, and Mysticism Encyclopedia by R. Geoffrey Dennis Magic of the Ordinary by R. Gershon Winkler Chabad Gleewood Sefaria Noam Sienna YIVO’s Folklore of Ashkenaz Tehomot: Jewish Witchcraft (Podcast) Liorah HaMasovevet
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thesimpanions · 4 years ago
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⭐️ N E W  V I D E O ⭐️ The Sims 4 | MAKING OVER MY SUBSCRIBERS SIMS #5! | CAS & Lookbook + CC Links
Hey there! Today I'm making two beautiful sims created by my subscribers! I also finally created a discord server for us all to join and talk about not just the sims but also a bunch of other things! Use this link if you want to join: https://discord.gg/UQUDAFV
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Insecurities & Flowers [Kozume Kenma x reader]
Warnings: kinda pessimistic reader
Genre: fluff (hopefully)
Word count: 3,042 words
A/n: stop writing at midnight, socc pls. And also in all honestly I do not remember a single thing I wrote here so uh,,,, enjoy
It was Valentine’s Day, the one day you always found annoying and why so one would ask? It was the day where everyone in your friend group —you excluded— would get confessions from guys around school; while you on the other hand, got none. You never really minded it though, love wasn’t something that would come across your mind often, but when the pity glances you get from your friends quadruple on valentines, you were bound to get annoyed.
While you never got any chocolates, you made them, for yourself and your friends. It was somewhat of a ritual for you all, everyone making a batch for each other, added with cute notes about how thankful you all were to have each other, it was sweet and you liked them very much. You even decided that this year, you would one up your little presents. You spent hours after school sitting on your study desk cutting out cards and drawing on them, adding on long notes of gratitude and such until the dead of night.
Giving it all out to your friends, they all smiled and thanked you, even going as far as to hug you while you stand there awkwardly and chuckled it off. After the exchange of gifts, you all in all had gotten a handful of sweets and chocolates and even a few small folded up notes.
You were that one person all somewhat popular friend groups would have, like a supporting role and it sometimes made you feel down about it but the overwhelming love and support they’d give you was surprisingly nice. They’d accepted you for who you were, even if you were the most pessimistic person on earth. You were glad to be blessed with such amazing—and attractive— people.
The bell rang, signalling it was time for class to start so you went back to your seat, keeping all your gifts underneath your desk. Beside you was a dude you somewhat knew, still playing on his PSP. You kind of knew him since the two of you had been classmates since your first year of high school yet you never really spoke to him that much, maybe the occasional “can i borrow your pencil?” and “what homework did we have?”
Kozume Kenma
A guy that you didn’t really understand, even for you, a quiet and somewhat reserved person who’s quite observant—might you add. He had long black hair during your first year but when the next spring came along, he had decided to dye it straight up blond. You didn’t understand why, he didn’t seem the type to do so and it didn’t help the fact that always distracted you, making you keep stealing glances at his very very blond head. He was intriguing somehow. Every morning before class, he would either be playing a game on his PSP or be slumping on his seat taking a short nap or at times a guy with incredible bed hair would come and chat with him, sitting on your seat as he spoke since you would usually be sitting somewhere else (that somewhere else was at the very front of the class where all your friends would group together and sit next to each other sharing seats and chatting up while you stare off blankly, occasionally snapping back to reality and join in on the conversation).
Sitting in your seat, you looked around your class before he teacher came in and boy, were there a lot of confessing happening. Everywhere you look, there would be someone either confessing to someone or someone mentally preparing themselves, everywhere except to your left —your peaceful classmate, playing his game quietly.
Lunch time was one would say,, wild. It was the perfect time for guys and girls alike to confess, reject and accept someone. You had announced to your friends prior that day that you would want to spend lunch alone as you knew that would be swarmed with confession and gifts, they understood of course that you only mean well and so they fully accepted it. While waiting for almost everyone in your class to leave, you saw that Kenma was still next to you sitting there as well. You gave him a friendly wave, asking, “waiting for the crowd to die down?”
With a nod as a reply you chuckled softly in agreement, finally taking out your bento that your mom had packed for you this morning. It was a simple lunch, as always, only today the rice was shaped like a heart, reminding you that it was not only made with love but it was Valentine’s Day.
“Aren’t you going with your friends? They’re leaving over there.” You turned your head to face Kenma and widened your eyes in semi shock from him actually starting a conversation with you. Brushing it off with a light laugh, you shook your head, “Nah, they get busy on days like these... since, yknow they’re like popular and all” you said the last part awkwardly and internally cringed at how you worded it.
“Oh” was all he replied with, not a second later his friend came in and walked towards the two of you. You stared at him for awhile and back to Kenma and stood up, about to take your leave. He stood up the same time as you did when his friend faced him and said, “You know Kenma, today’s-“ he realised that Kenma wasn’t listening when Kenmas turned to you and offered to spend lunch with him and his friend— which he later introduced as Kuroo
Hesitantly, you accepted. All the while you were walking with them to the rooftop, Kuroo was giving Kenma odd looks and constantly elbowing which you brushed off, since you didn’t really bother nor did it affect you in any way shape or form.
Lunch with the two of them was somewhat fun, you found out a bit more about Kenma and Kuroo from Kuroo (like Kuroo and Kuroo only, Kenma was busy playing with his game (or distracting himself haha)) Turns out, Kenma was in the volleyball club and to your surprise, team. You were shocked to find that out as you really really really didn’t take him as someone who’d let alone run a mile.
You and Kuroo’s conversation somehow led to Valentine’s Day and he even openly confessed that he had a crush on one of your friends, Megumi. He told you that he was planning on giving her chocolates after school and somewhere along the lines did it hit you. Eyes widen as realisation it, “oH wait are you the captain of the volleyball club?” You asked, with a confused nod from Kuroo you continued, “OH MY G O D,, WAIT IS THIS WHY MEGUMI ALWAYS WANTED TO DRAG US ALONG TO OUR SCHOOLS VOLLEYBALL MATCHES? SHE LITERALLY ONCED SAID SHE WOULD GO ONLY TO SEE THE CAPTAIN OF THE TEAM WHEN I ASKED HER!!”
That earned a dry choke and chuckle from Kenma beside him and a furiously blushing Kuroo. You held out your hands and held his with stars in your eyes as you announced how glad you are that Megumis crush not only liked her back but is also not as creepy as you thought he would be.
“You thought i was creepy?” Kuroo asked, confused.
You opened your mouth, only for Kenma to answer before you, “with that hair of yours, who wouldn’t?”. You chuckled at that.
The bell rang, signalling lunch was over as you stood up and waved off to Kuroo wishing him luck on the confession after school. He thanked you and turned to Kenma, “So, shes the girl you liked huh?”
Going back to class, you went over to the front of the class where all your friends were cooped up in. Inserting yourself, you saw the pile of cards and chocolates on Megumis desk (they all put it on her desk for convenience), you stared in awe with the amount of things there were and faced each and every one of them, congratulating them about the fact that they’d manage to steal the hearts of many many school boys. Everyone chuckled at you light hearted jokes, even offering you some of the chocolates —which you gladly accepted.
“So are y’all planing to accept any of them or-?”
Most of their answers were that they were going to consider whereas Megumi just frowned and shook her head. This earned the attention of not only you but also the others as each and everyone of you bombarded her with the same question “why?”
“You guys know I like,,, him,,, yknow?” Everyone nodded as Megumi sighed.
The teacher then came in and class continued on. Yet somehow you couldn’t focus during class, you were fine before lunch but all of a sudden, you just couldn’t focus on the damn subject, at first you thought that maybe you were tired but even after a few slaps on your cheeks, you were still out of it. Maybe it was the thought that everyone had gotten some type of confession except for you, but no, it couldn’t be, it never mattered to you all these years so why now out of the blue?
Awhile passed and you found yourself staring at the pudding head next to you. When you realised what you were doing, you tried to shift your focus back on the teacher in front. But even still, you would find yourself unconsciously turning to Kenma and just staring at him. Oh god, you hoped you didn’t freak him out.
Kenma felt holes burning on his side and he knew it was you, he didn’t know why though. Did you hate him after today? He hoped not. Finally, he turned to you and caught you quickly shifting your focus back on the black board in front, what he was a truly a surprise to him. We’re you,,,,, blushing? Surely not,,,, right?
You were.
Oh god, he caught you staring, would he think you were a creep? God! YOU COULDNT BELIEVE YOURSELF. WHY IN THE WORLD WOULD SOMEONE JUST STARE AT SOMEONE ELSE LIKE THAT? He must’ve hated you for that, I mean who wouldn’t?!
Your palm went up to your cheeks and you felt the warmth on them, they were warmer than they should be,, were you sick? You hoped you were sick, other wise why would you even be mindlessly staring at your classmate and going red when they caught you staring? You truly wanted to believe you were just sick but deep down you knew it was the simple case of developing feelings.
The way he’d act in class and the little smiles he gave whenever he’d talk to Kuroo plagued your mind. What were they talking about? Why was his very being suddenly all you could think about? You realised that maybe you always had these feelings but just that you were too thick to realise. You were right.
School finally ended and you were glad you could escape from your thoughts for once, meeting up with Megumi as the others in your friend group had to catch he train home while Megumi and you walked home.
Whilst waiting for Megumi to pack up her stuff, you saw Kuroo at the front of your class. Megumi froze when she saw him, you could visibly see the blush forming on her as you waved at Kuroo. Megumi turned her back towards him and whisper-shouted to you, “you know him?!”
You nodded to her as Kuroo flashed a smile at you. His focus went back on Kenma, who by time had finished packing and was walking toward the exit. When Kenma was finally next to Kuroo, he faced his attention to you and waved goodbye to you. It was then your turn to blush —wHY WERE YOU BLUSHING? NEVER IN YOUR LIFE HAD YOU THOUGHT THIS CLICHE WOULD HAPPEN TO YOU. You waved back at him and said your farewells, except for the fact that they didn’t seem to be moving— more accurately, Kuroo wasn’t moving so Kenma awkwardly waited beside him like an NPC.
Kuroo finally spoke out in an uncertain tone “uh,, I’d like to speak to Megumi,”
“Y-yes!” Your friend turned around only to see Kuroo with his hand stretched out, holding a Valentine’s confession card and a stalk of rose.
Megumi instantly understood what it was and started blushing furiously, so furious that it made your blush look like it was nothing. Kuroo on the other hand felt embarrassed and was hiding behind his unruly bedhead. There were no words exchanged yet everyone (the four of you) knew that Kuroo’s confession had been accepted. You couldn’t help but feel glad for your friends.
And that was how Megumi and Kuroo both ended up with their crush. And that day the four of you walked back home together, with the two newly lovebirds walking next to each other —so close that their knuckles kept brushing— like those cheesy scenes in a slice of life anime you’d watch at 2 in the morning; all the while you and Kenma silently third wheeled them.
Your house was the one nearest to school, so you were the first to part from them. You said your goodbyes and went inside. Closing the door behind you, you frowned, pessimistic thoughts suddenly devoured you like somehow the whole interaction between Megumi and Kuroo made you think how truly lonely you were and the realisation that you might have a crush on Kenma was like salt to the wounds.
You were so utterly confused with these emotions and the only way you knew how to cope with was to push them aside, trying not to let these odd and somewhat insecure thoughts at you up anymore than they should.
Going to bed that night felt odd, you couldn’t sleep, tossing and turning. You weren’t even sure why you couldn’t sleep at that point, between overthinking about your friendship with your friends and then to whatever there was of you love life, to your somewhat friendship with Kenma, then to your crush —if you could even call it a crush— on him. Needless to say you were much more sleep deprived the next day to school than you were normally.
Kenma on the other hand, didn’t really sleep either, normally he would be up trying to beat a boss to a pass a level in his game but that night he was up thinking about nothing but you. He remembered something that Kuroo said earlier about how he figured out who his crush was and thought about how he lost the chance to confess to you on Valentine’s. He sighed and sat up from his bed, staring at the small bouquet of flowers Kuroo had bought for Kenma to confess to you when they passed a florist a few days prior and then to the card next to it, one that simply had the words “I like you. -Kenma” on it.
He didn’t know if you liked him back or not but seeing you somewhat gloomy after school made him want to cheer you up somehow. And that somehow was to confess to you, Megumi did mention something about how she realised that you might have a crush on him after you went home first. Kenma blushed at that asking how she was so sure about that and Megumis reply was “I’ve known her longer than anyone and I’d know some things even she might’ve not found out about herself yet.”
So basing off a hunch from one of your best friends, Kenma decided that maybe he would confess to you the next day.
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They day after Valentines was the day we’re youd see a lot of newly blossomed love and to say you weren’t a bit envious was an utter lie. Walking in class, you decided you take a short nap before class started, ignoring your friend group as you walked it. It was something you’d do sometimes, they could see the exhaustion from your posture thus leaving you alone and you were so thankful to have such understanding people around you.
You were woken up by a light tap on the back by Kenma and you instantly jolted up, whatever exhaustion you had was gone. Why was he waking you up? What did you do?
Midway into panicking you saw him fumble around his bag and took out a card. You stared up at him with your eyebrows scrunched, then accepting the card from his hands. Freshly woken up you —even on high alert— didn’t realise that after you had accepted the card, he went back to his bag and awkwardly took out a small bouquet of flowers. You stared at the card and read the contents. Finally processing it in you system, you started to get red and looked up from the card and was greeted by an also red Kenma holding out flowers.
You were so glad that no ones attention was towards the two of you and that the teacher still hasn’t came in class. You accepted the flowers too and finally spoke out, “ Kenma, I- I’m”
You were so happy and yet quite surprised you stared fumbling out your words, “I- you.. YES. I mean,, Kenma, I like you too and-“ you realised words couldn’t explain how you were feeling so you put down the flowers and card on your desk and stood up, inching closer to him and held up with hands, you felt like you were going to cry out with joy —and you did. Kenma instantly understood your reply and never in his life had he felt so relieved and happy, a small smile tugging at the side of his lips as he looked at you and your blushing, even sobbing, mess.
You let go of his hands and went to wipe the tears on your cheeks with your sleeve as he went back down to sit on his chair beside you.Your awkward tears had finally been wiped away just in time for class to start.
After school, you, Kenma, Megumi and Kuroo decides to walk home together again. Only this time, no one was third wheeling anyone.
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snippychicke · 4 years ago
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NSFW Alphabet
Also posted on AO3; NSFW alphabet for Iroh from ATLA. 
Because yes, I have a thing for older men. 
A-Aftercare You can bet Iroh is going to be great about aftercare. He'll persuade you into a cup of tea to help hydrate after the workout he undoubtedly put you through, and if you're up to a bath, consider it drawn and warmed to the perfect temperature. More than likely, he will join you, allowing you to relax into him as you soak.
Do you just wanna relax and cuddle? He is happy to indulge, though he will still have a cup of tea waiting just in case.
B- Body part Iroh loves every part of a lady. Their curves, hair, face, laughter, smile, all of it. Beautiful women come in all sorts of sizes and shapes and he can see the beauty in all of them.
But his favorite is having a soft surface to rest his head, whether that be a pair of thick thighs, a soft stomach, or an ample chest. Softness to clutch too and feel.
As for his own body, he is proud to say for his age, he is still quite fit and sufficiently endowed.
C- Cum
While he doesn't see the appeal in painting his partner with cum, he does feel something to see a small trace of it on your lips and chin or having it staining your thighs and stomach.
But he prefers to come deep inside you, feeling you spasm around him and milking him for all he's worth. He loves the thought of filling you up and perhaps implanting a child within your womb.
D- Dirty Secret
Iroh does have a recurring fantasy about getting you pregnant. Though he is quite older in age, having a lover makes him think about having children. And seeing you round with child, breasts full of milk, and that special glow of motherhood can cause him rather aroused and determined to try.
E-Experience
Considering his history, the fact he had a child and was probably quite the ladies man as a prince and general, Iroh has quite a bit of experience. It's one of the benefits of his age, after all. He may not have the stamina of his youth, but that doesn't mean he can't still bring you to multiple orgasms through the night.
F- Favorite Position
While he is fond of many different positions and techniques, one of his favorites would be reclining among a pile of cushions, your knees straddling his hips, your stomach and chest pressed against his. Being able to watch your face as you ride him, allowing his hands to wander as he kisses you, being able to guide your hips down to his or play with your breasts until you come.
G- Goofy
Let's be honest, Iroh would be quite a goof in bed at times. Especially if your mood needs a little help, be it your anxiety, self-consciousness, or whatever else that you struggle with. Expect wet sloppy kisses, tickling, light little kisses scattered about your body (especially odd places to make you laugh), and of course tickling you purposely with his beard. Whatever it takes to make you smile, even if you're not in the mood to have sex, he just wants to make you feel better.
H-Hair
He still has some darker pubic hair down, and he does keep it trimmed when he suspects he might have a bedmate. It's well mixed with grey, of course. and the faint silver trail that leads from his navel down is sparser than in his youth, but still there to tempt his lovers.
I- Intimacy
This man knows full well that sex only makes up a small part of a relationship. He is going to treat you like a queen and shower you with affection so you would never doubt his feelings for you. Expect breakfast in bed, random presents, romantic dinners, spontaneous dates, and kisses throughout the day. As well as a sweet cliche and sometimes elaborate nicknames.
J- Jacking off
Maybe early in the relationship, before the two of you take that step he would take himself in hand. He'd think about finally having you in his bed, or having you kneeling before him, your hands replacing his. Otherwise, if he finds himself rather aroused and you're nearby, he will find a way to draw you away to somewhere private for a quickie. He is a master at planning, after all. He would much rather have you than his own hand.
K- Kink
He loves to edge his lover. To drive them wild and hold that power is as close as dominating as he gets. He is a master of having you on the edge of overstimulation, riding the edge of pleasure and pain. Of course, bondage figures into it. He loves having you tied up at his mercy, begging for his touch, for his cock.
L-Location
He would happily have you just about anywhere. Though he would prefer the privacy of your bedroom, he is not averse to any semi-private place, even if the risk of being found is quite high.
M-Motivation
Honestly, for someone his age he has quite a high sex drive. You might find sweet domestic moments turn into something else without much warning. As stated before, Iroh quite likes the idea of having children with you, so you can bet after seeing children run around the Jasmine dragon, he is going to get rather frisky.
N-No
He isn't interested in causing pain, or humiliating/shaming his partners. That just doesn't appeal to him at all, and actually quickly turns him off. He has seen enough pain and hatred in his life to know it doesn't belong in the bedroom.
O- Oral
You can bet Iroh is going to give his partner oral. He loves being between your legs, one leg over his shoulder as he cups your hip, drinking and teasing you mercilessly. He'll probably comment on how much he enjoys your taste, comparing it to a fine cup of tea.
He isn't against receiving either and will praise you between groans, his fingers threading your hair as he tries to control his breathing. The room will probably become full of steam. But seeing you look up at him, lips wrapped around his cock, tongue sliding along his member, will often be his undoing.
P-Pace
His preferred pace would be slow and tender. Patience is a virtue, and he will take his sweet time building both of you to your mutual climax. Be prepared for long sleepless nights, but they will be well worth it.
He might do hard and rough once in a blue moon but guaranteed you are going to have trouble walking the next day.
Q- Quickie Very rarely, unless he has been subtly teasing you for hours beforehand, building your frustration until he knows a quickie will bring you both to the climax he wants.
R-Risk
He is a pro at calculating risks, so you bet he will be up to daring moves when the mood strikes. Slow sensual kisses in the kitchen of Jasmine Dragon. Being handsy in the dark corners of both the Earth palace and Fire palace during official visits nonetheless. And the classic making love out under the open skies.
S-Stamina
There is no denying Iroh is up there in years. However, he is not out of shape, and his stamina would put most younger men to shame. To the point you'll be kinda happy you didn't know him in his prime. He can keep you going for hours when the mood strikes, leaving you to beg him to come.
T-Toys
He isn't afraid of using blindfolds and ties in the bedroom. And he probably wouldn't be averse to adding food to the mix either. And if there was a way tea could be added in, you know he would find it.
U-Unfair
Iroh can be absolutely unfair. It's the one kind of dominating behavior he enjoys. Watching you yet hot and bothered is a great pleasure to him. Edging you for what seems like all night before giving you your release with his own.
But he will always make sure you come as many times as him, if not more.
V- Volume. He rarely raises his voice, but you can bet he is going to talk and tease you most of the time, his voice deep and husky like woodsmoke. He is going to do his best to make sure your the one who can't stay quiet, doing everything he can to make you scream while teasing you about it.
W- Wild card
If you happen to get pregnant, you can bet he is going to dote on you even more. The thought of having children is precious to him, and you can bet he will be telling everyone and strutting around proudly.
He does confuse Zuko when he bursts into the Fire palace to tell him that he's going to be a big brother, again.
X-Xray
This man is all about girth. Shorter, maybe, but stouter for sure. He is the epitome of the saying length isn't all the counts. And you will quickly grow to enjoy how much he stretches you, rubbing all the right places with every thrust.
Y-Yearning So much. Sure he flirts a lot with almost every woman he meets but most of the time it's not serious. But again, despite his age, he has quite a high sex drive. And when he finds a serious partner, its hard for him to keep his hands, or anything else for that matter, to himself.
Z-Zzzz
After the aftercare, he can fall asleep fairly quickly given the chance. Nothing lulls him to sleep faster than the feeling of being sated, knowing hos partner is sated and sleeping beside him. He also tends to cuddle in his sleep as well, a soft warm furnace to keep you warm no matter how cold it is outside.
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pandorasvalley-rpg · 4 years ago
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…  …  M E G A E R A   R H E A
26. the mage. pirate.
B I O G R A P H Y .
“babe there’s something tragic about you something so magic about you don’t you agree?”
01.  mellow sunlight and golden crops welcomed meg into this world within the heart of the city of wheats. waiting for her were a brother with a mind filled with mischief and creativity, parents ready to provide guidance and support, and a community that would extend far beyond the mere bloodline. the gods’ valley offered them all the riches they would need to lead a peaceful and fulfilled life. it really felt like paradise, so much so that it was all too easy to forget about the almost-war raging only a few miles further into the desert.
02.  but even the littlest of kids must wake from such a dream eventually. it was the day of the testing when the local priest of her neighbourhood walked up to her, beaming with a proud smile, and delivered the good news: little meg would one day be a powerful mage!
03.  with the mages in training, meg grew up. she learned to be quick, she learned to be witty, she learned about the cruelness of the world outside the city gates, its cruelness especially towards people like her. about the mage hunters that would want her head simply for what she was, not even caring about who she might be. learning that filled her with rage; it was all so wrong, it was all so unfair, it was all–
04.  so irrelevant. all that anger and thirst for justice she carried in her young heart faded in the face of raw, divine power. as she was standing in that market square, hands clutching tightly onto something that looked so unassuming for allowing her to break the will of others with a single thought of hers, she realised that no human emotion or intent could ever matter when compared to the boundless power of gods.
05.  but as unexpectantly as she happened upon this artefact, it was taken from her. locked away by the city’s government, far out of her or any other mage’s reach. they said, it was for her own good. she scoffed at that. what could they possibly hope to understand about good and evil, about right and wrong? finally, she understood the concept of hubris and saw it clearly all around her.
06.  but even that wouldn’t matter in the end. all that matters is that she was granted a taste of endless possibility and potential; potential that longs to be fulfilled, and by the gods, she won’t let it go to waste. she submerged herself in her studying from then on, piling up trading reports and merchants’ books all around her. going through historical traditions in hopes of tracking down another of these magical artefacts. soon she realised that she wouldn’t find the answers within the city’s boundaries and set out into the open world, eyes trained so on the road ahead it made her blind to the consequences following her.
H E A D C A N O N S .
“they say you are small and helpless they see you as just a child surprise when they find out that a warrior will soon run wild.”
01.  any time of day, meg wears a simple golden necklace with a heart-shaped charm. it looks so much like the one the fates had dropped into her hands all those years ago, yet it’s utterly worthless. now, it serves only as a reminder to meg of true power, of what really counts in this world.
02.  meg isn’t good with money. she’s learned a lot ever since she joined a band of pirates, of course, but for the majority of her life money didn’t have any value to her. what mattered above all back at home was the community, the mutual understanding that help came without any conditions or obligations. it pains her that the outside world doesn’t seem to work like that, and she’s learning, slowly. but even so, if you ask her for money – or any other material goods, for that matter – she is likely to offer it to you freely; meg of course understanding that she will be able to rely on you in the future just the same.
03.  the crew doesn’t know she’s a mage. during her training, her instructors have warned her often enough of all the dangers their kind faces outside the reach of the city’s protection, and while she may be new to many social conventions out in the valley, she’s not naïve. she keeps her true nature a secret from the rest and thrives on half-lies, claiming to be a former scholar from the city of wheats in the search of magical artefacts. just a common enough story for people to not question her, usually.
04.  a lot of the times you will find meg hunched over old historical texts and reports and books of all sorts, jotting down notes almost frantically. she’s not likely to recognise your presence in such moments, let alone participate in any sort of conversation. but the moments she snaps out of it, her former self shines through and it’s almost like she becomes someone else entirely, someone she could’ve been had the fates decided differently for her. she laughs so freely then, so innocent and open-hearted, that it makes you wonder if perhaps she’s only trying to relive the childhood that was taken from her way too early.
05.  meg misses her home; her family, of course, but also the inherent community that she made the mistake to take for granted. now, she urges to refill the empty part within her where this community used to be, and in her weak moments she’s so tempted to just accept and trust the rest of the crew unconditionally. sometimes, the strength it takes to remind herself that real life is nothing like the paradise where she grew up is almost too much to muster and the loneliness too much to bear. but then she will reach for her necklace and remember that none of this actual matters, and will once again submerge herself in her studies.
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electricbluetempest · 6 years ago
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Widowerner AU - Part 3
The family was ecstatic, but one person still wasn’t entirely convinced. “So his ghost is moving the little window thingy?” Wilbert asked. “Yup, it’s like a way for spirits to talk to us from the other side.” Rosie explained. “But why can’t we see him? Your dad’s a ghost too and we can see him.” “Because my dad crossed over from the other side and decided to stay here.” Wilbert tilted his head, then asked the board a question. “Can we /see/ you again, dad?” ‘Yes’ The air around everyone got colder all of a sudden. Rosie’s spine tingled, there was a lot of spiritual energy suddenly forming here and she could feel it. This is the last one, so enjoy it anons!! (Feat. Luds’ ghostblossom fankid)
Perhaps Nic has to wait for the perfect time for his idea to come. He told his dad he'll be out for a bit and went to the end of Isle 3 to find his friend, Rosie.
"Hey... sorry about your dad, Nic." She approached.
"I know.. say, now that my dad's a ghost....."
"What, are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
"Let's find him if he's inside the train" The two said together.
They went inside the train as Rosie grabs a walkie talkie "Is Dr. Alfred Kahl on this train?" No ghost didn't come up to the young woman. Rosie faced her friend and sighed. "I think we're gonna have to do this the hard way."
"What do you mean 'the hard way'?"
"Get the Ouija board, we're summoning him."
The two of them sat down on the ground by the train with a Ouija board, both of them with their hands on the planchette and waiting for something to happen. Rosie had lit a candle and put it beside them as part of the ritual they were about to do.
“Do these things actually work?” Nic asked. 
“Trust me, I’ve done this before.” 
“How do we know if the spirit isn’t lying?”
“I’ll be able to tell. Now. If there is a presence here, let us know.”
The candle wavered and went out, but neither of them felt any wind. Nic’s eyes widened. Is this really it?
“We are looking for the spirit of this boy’s recently deceased father. Are you the ghost of Dr. Alfred Kahl?”
The planchette seemed to skitter, slowly hovering to the ‘yes’.
"Dad?!"
"Shhhh, don't scare his spirit away away."
Nic kept quiet as a small gust of wind whooshed over his face. "Are you lying? If not, do you know my name?"
The planchette slowly moved to the 'no'. Meaning the ghost is not lying. Then the planchette hovered to the letters 'N', 'I' and 'C'. 
"Dad.... can you hear me?" The planchette moved over to the 'yes' again. Nic was relieved. He's actually talking to his dad.
“Oh my god, it’s really you! Dad, we’ve missed you so much!”
‘I  M-I-S-S  Y-O-U  T-O-O’
“But, with this, it’s like you’re not really gone! Rosie, this is amazing!”
Nic stopped himself. He realized this could be his chance to say something to his dad. “Listen...I’m sorry I was a bad kid growing up. I keep thinking back to all the times I got mad and yelled at you, and I just feel awful and stupid. And I’m sorry I never got to say goodbye as you were dying. ...Can you forgive me?”
‘I  A-L-R-E-A-D-Y  H-A-V-E’
Nic felt a weight off his shoulders. “Is there any way we can see you again?”
‘YES’
“I can feel the presence slowly leaving.” Rosie said with urgency. “Spirit, send your final message before I lose the connection.”
‘B-R-I-N-G  T-H-E  R-E-S-T  T-O-M-O-R-R-O-W’
The planchette slowly scooted to the 'good-bye'.
Nic had a small smile on his face. "Rosie. thank you."
"You're welcome."
Nic stood up and went back home, it was already late at the evening and he had to come back for dinner. He got back home with Werner and Wilbert at the table. 
"Goodness, vhy are you late? Your dinner's getting cold."
"Sorry dad, I actually did something really awesome today."
"Vat is it?"
"I talked to dad!"
Werner didn't believe that much. Did this really happen?
“How is zhat possible?”
“So you remember my friend Rosie? She and I went and channeled his spirit! We actually got to talk to him for a bit.”
Werner was amazed. “Can ve see him?”
“He wants us to meet him again tomorrow. You, Wilbert, Uncle Robot, all of us should go to Rosie’s tomorrow so we can do this again.”
As Nic ate his cold dinner, Werner felt a warm feeling rising in his chest. A mix of excitement and relief, he had felt so empty after his husband died and now they had something to help with that feeling.
It was already past bedtime, quarter to midnight, Nic is still up writing something in his journal.
'I did something awesome today. I talked to my friend Rosie earlier to ask if my dad's ghost is present. Fortunately, this board thingy (Ouija? is that the spelling?) called my dad's ghost and I was able to talk to him! I promise him to bring my family tomorrow so my other dad can see him too! For now I should be asleep. This is Nic Werman, signing out. Good night!'
Nic closed his journal and placed both the book and the pencil on his desk and turned off the lights. He snuggled under his blanket and closed his eyes. By the window, a ghostly figure can be seen forming a shape of an old man. Dr. Kahl touched the glass to see his son asleep.
"Thank you, Nic....."
***
Nic could barely concentrate at all the next day. This was going to be the real deal, his family was going to see what he saw last night. When nightfall finally came, he rushed everyone out of the house to meet up with Rosie.
“So, why are we here again?” Wilbert asked as they arrived at the haunted railroad tracks.
“Rosie has a way for us to speak to dad again. When I spoke to dad’s ghost last night, he wanted all of us to come here.”
Wilbert’s eyes got wider and he had to hide his excitement. Werner was trying to do the same, still a bit skeptical about how this exactly worked. Rosie was waiting outside for them, ready to begin.
"You guys know the drill?" Rosie asked as she lit the candle.
"What's this board thing?" Wilbert touched it.
"Hey... you don't want to summon an evil ghost."
Wilbert placed his arms away as they all wait for any paranormal presence.
"If there is a presence, let us know." A sudden gust of wind blew, the candle was put out. Nic had a smile on his face, knowing his dad came. "We are looking for the soul of this family's recently deceased relative. Are you the ghost of Dr. Alfred Kahl?"
'Yes'
Werner opened his eyes to find out his husband had came to see them. "Alfred? Is zis really you?" 
 'I-T-S  M-E  W-E-R-N-E-R"
It was the robot's turn to ask. "FATHER? ARE YOU ACTUALLY TALKING TO US?"
'Yes'
The family was ecstatic, but one person still wasn’t entirely convinced.
“So his ghost is moving the little window thingy?” Wilbert asked.
“Yup, it’s like a way for spirits to talk to us from the other side.” Rosie explained.
“But why can’t we see him? Your dad’s a ghost too and we can see him.”
“Because my dad crossed over from the other side and decided to stay here.”
Wilbert tilted his head, then asked the board a question. “Can we see you again, dad?”
‘Yes’
The air around everyone got colder all of a sudden. Rosie’s spine tingled, there was a lot of spiritual energy suddenly forming here and she could feel it.
Rosie felt the tingling on her head. Her eyes twitched a bit and she placed her hands on her head to find the signal. "I can feel something. Spirit, show yourself."
The air blew in a moderate to fast speed. The candle managed to light itself as the family felt the coldness of the wind. The wind starts to form a shape of a man, the wind suddenly stopped as the family saw the ghost of Alfred.
"Dad?" Nic gasped. "Is that..... you?"
“It is.” He replied.
Kahl looked down at his arms and hands, then the rest of his body. He was now bluish and transparent, his legs gone with a spindly ghost tail taking his place.
“Well, this is an interesting form, isn’t it?”
“Dad!” Nic wasted no time running over to his dad to hug him, as tightly as he could.
Kahl’s new body was weightless and couldn’t be felt by Nic, but Kahl could feel how tightly Nic was grabbing on. Wilbert joined, grabbing ahold of Kahl’s ghost tail and hugging that. Kahl wrapped his arms against both boys, even though they couldn’t feel it.
“I’m back, boys. You don’t have to cry any more.” This didn’t stop them, though. Both boys were overwhelmed with emotion.
Uncle Robot put a hand down for Kahl to climb on to, just as he did when Kahl was alive. But the robot was surprised to see Kahl float up towards his face and give his cheek a hug.
“Look at that! I don’t need to climb on your hand any more. Have you missed me?”
The robot gave his tiny ghost creator a squeeze, then let him float back down. Werner had been the most shocked about this, standing perfectly still and watching his dead husband suddenly appear before his eyes. Now it was his turn, and Kahl’s ghost stood before him with a gentle look in his eyes. Both men waited for the other to speak first.
The waiting is starting to get a bit awkward. Both men wanted to speak but they don't want to talk first.
"A-A-Alfred?" The rat began.
Dr. Kahl hugged him tightly, even though his husband can't feel it. Werner wrapped his arms around his dead husband as his eyes began to water.
"I missed you very much." Kahl continued to hug. He can feel his husband's tears pour down and landing on his shoulder. "Please don't cry, my love. I'm here, it's ok."
"Alfred... I miss you too.." Werner kept sobbing as he can feel the love coming back from the doctor.
“You don’t have to miss me anymore. I’m here now. I’ve crossed the plane, I can be with you all again. ...Just as a ghost.”
Werner jolted back. “You are?!”
“It’ll take some getting used to, me being a ghost and all. But I couldn’t bare to leave you. All of you.”
Werner started to laugh-cry. He tried nuzzling his husband’s hair like he would when Kahl was alive, so happy for his return.
“...Can you feel zhat?” Werner’s voice was hoarse from crying.
“I can, actually.”
“Can you feel zhis?” Werner pulled the ghost in for a kiss. Kahl was shocked for a moment but kissed his husband back, not sure if Werner could tell that he did.
The two men continue to kiss, thought one of them can't feel the other one. They pulled away and held each other's hands.
"It's really great talking to you again."
"Alfred, I vish you can stay here for a bit, but I know it's time for you to go."
"I wish too. I wish I can spend more time with you guys again."
The family pulled into a group hug for good-bye. Dr. Kahl can feel his family's love again, even though he's dead. Now it's time for him to say good-bye.
"I'll go back to the other side now. Don't worry, I will see you guys again, one day." The doctor waved his arm. "Good-bye!"
The wind slowly blew as Dr. Kahl's ghost disappears along with the air. Werner wiped his tears as the wind stopped blowing.
"Zhank you, Alfred......."
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The Walking Nightmare- Part one of the Anti’s Birthday Special
**WARNING: Just by the way guys if you get triggered by violence and gore you might not wanna read these final chapters of The Unraveling. The basics of these fics will be covered in the recaps AFTER the final part of the chapter, so if you still wanna know what happened in the final chapters, but know that they will probably trigger you, please, for the love of g o d, do not force yourself to read them. The recaps will let you know what happened without talking about too much of the gore. PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!
(This is the first of the last two or three!!! Proceed at your own risk! Especially if you weren’t able to handle The Hospital Dreams!!!!!!!)
(YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!!!!!)
(Also, friendly reminder that, because of Marvin’s dumb lil mind control spell shit he been doin, Jackie’s eyes in general and Chase’s body’s eyes are literally just empty, so-dark-they’re-nearly-black-type-of-purple voids atm.)
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Recap: In light of JJ’s current unstable state, Chase’s temporary “spiritual bond” with the younger ego, which came as a result of him being kicked out of his body by Marvin, whom was controlling Jackieboyman in order to take on the Bro Average, has been suspended. Because of this, Chase discovered he was now able to visit his kids without Stacy seeing him doing so, with the help of the lovely “Detective“ Signe, of course. But, with only two egos left on our side who are in perfect physical shape as well as being in total control of their own bodies, will we see the fall of Marvin, Dark, and Anti, or is this one last, final stand truly the end of everything we once knew and loved in this side of this universe?
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[October 10th motherfuckers!!!!]
Seán dove to the tiled floor of the hallway on the first floor of the hospital Henrik worked in, narrowly avoiding one of Anti’s attacks, as Marvin and Henrik quickly brought all the egos that had been put in the hospital because of the magician’s latest antics up to the second floor, where Henrik’s office was. Marvin had gotten all the staff and patients to evacuate as soon as Dark and Anti arrived, per Seán’s request, so collateral damage was the least ot heir worries right now. Once the others were safe, Marvin came back down and joined the fight. So far, they had only seen Dark once, but they all knew he was here, because the sense of foreboding that usually accompanied Dark’s presence was still there. Jackie tried to join the fight, too, but Henrik stopped him before Anti saw him, and quietly dragged him back upstairs, his hand clamped over the hero’s mouth.
Marvin yelped in pain when Anti swiftly swung his knife at him, the blade managing to make a shallow, but decently painful cut across the magician’s chest.
“Marvin!” Seán yelled, having forgotten his newfound grudges against his brother in the heat of the fight.
“I’m fine! Don’t let it distract you!” His brother yelled back as he retaliated with a brutally high-level Electricity-Class spell, which apparently was just intended to stun Anti, so Marvin could use an ability-boosting spell to allow him to punch the glitch straight into a concrete wall. Dust and little pieces of concrete flew everywhere as soon as Anti landed, making it impossible to see him for several minutes.
That didn’t matter, though, as not even a minute afterwards, the sound of Henrik’s scream of pain reached them, and Seán ran up the staircase, as Marvin used a teleportation spell to get up to the second floor much faster than the staircase would allow him.
“Doc!” Seán yelled, as soon as he saw what had happened. Robbie had apparently been well enough to try and fight, too, as when Anti apparently teleported up to them, something had gone down, and the zombie was now against a wall, his chest and head covered in blood. Dark had finally shown himself, too, and was now standing over Henrik, his foot on The Good Doctor’s chest, pinning him to the ground as Anti made his way over, a sadistic grin plastered on his face.
Seán didn’t let anything else happen, though, as, next thing he knew, he had tackled Dark off of the doctor, as Marvin battled Anti once more. He and Sam jumped to and fro, constantly dodging Dark’s attacks, and firing back in the process.
Is this how Peter Parker feels when he’s fighting his villains? Seán asked himself, wanting to smile, but deciding not to, since now was probably not the best time for that.
Anti swiftly slammed his entire body into Marvin full-force, sending the slightly weaker magician flying several meters back, and giving himself an opportunity to chase Henrik as the doctor was running to Robbie, having just barely managed to get up less than a minute or two ago. Regardless of the time advantage Henrik had, Anti was faster, and caught him, pinning the doctor to the ground.
Henrik immediately began trying to free himself, even though it wasn’t working too well for him. Anti’s knife came up, and swiftly shot back down, burying itself into Henrik’s abdomen. He screamed in pain, violently thrashing about in a blind panic as Anti swiftly twisted it out and stabbed him again. The glitch didn’t stop until Seán managed to reach them and tear him off of Henrik, using his strength and sheer momentum to slam Anti into the wall.
As he violently tussled with Anti, Marvin ran to Henrik’s aid, helping him up, teleported to Robbie, and took the zombie with them as they disappeared, presumably to either Henrik’s office or outside, where the staff were waiting fearfully for what might happen next. Anti and Dark were both focused on Seán and Sam now, and they managed to drive the two back towards Henrik’s office.
Eventually they were standing in front of the door to the office, desperately attacking and blocking the two demons’ attacks, until a hand grabbed Seán from behind, swiftly pulling him in. Sam zipped after Seán, still firing at the two. Once inside, Sam slammed the door shut, and turned on the lights, to reveal Jackie standing there, with Chase standing behind him. Jackie handed Seán the locator, as its screen lit up.
“Marvin’s in the hidden closet they have installed in here for whatever weird reason. He’s using healing magic to fix Henrik and Robbie’s wounds, so he can’t fight right now. I think he has control of Chase’s body, too, though.”
Seán looked up, and nodded, letting Jackie know he understood. Anti was violently slamming something against the door, so the three of them in the room hid behind Henrik’s now abandoned desk, while Sam swiftly opened the door again, and then practically teleported back to Seán.
Anti’s strings exploded into the room first, and were soon followed by the glitch demon himself. Seán let out a “war cry”, jumped over the desk, charging at Anti, and taking him by surprise. He violently wrestled his dark counterpart on the ground, as Jackie and Chase exploded out from behind the desk, both going straight for Dark. Jackie used what little magic and abilities he could access while still partially under Marvin’s control, as Chase shot bullets at Dark from afar.
How on earth did he get a fucking gun in here?! Seán questioned, but didn’t linger on it too long, because he knew it wouldn’t end well if he got distracted.
Anti spontanerously kneed Seán where the sun doesn’t shine, causing the youtuber to shrink back in pain and shock, and giving the glitch an opening to get back up, and raise a knife in the air. “S͔͕͙̜͚̙a̸̭͎̟̦̗̱̹̘ͫ̊̂͆̽̈̐ͬͮ͟͠ͅy͖̠̻̭̺̱͖̦̗͉̪̣̞͖̣ ́̎͑ͫ̇̅̋͑ͧ̐ͧ̎͛͋ģ̖̰̯͍͎̯̯̝̟̖͐̍͊̽͂̓͌̉ͮ͂͢oͧ̔̍͛̑̓̚҉҉ǫ̛͈͍̩̭̣̘͜d̦͎͓̭̘͈̰̰̭̰̰͐ͤ̒ͬ̌ͮ̅̑̐͂̇ͦͅb̪̣͚̫̟̬ͅy̡͊̌̑̊͒̓ͪ̔̿ͭ̚ȅ̸̠̩̞͕̜̯̥̩̤͗̾ͭͥ̂̄͗ͪ̀͠,̧̛̯̰̫͖͙̦̟͔͖̟̦̳͕ͅ ̠ͣS͌ͬ͂́͒̚҉͕͖̪͇̭̱e̒ͦ̂̑̊á̲͖̲̦͇̘̻̦̲̳̖̖̹̯̐̑̀͑̍̅ͭ̈́͐ͦ̎̂̒̔͝n̟̭̹̻̟̫͎̪͍͎̗̘̬͓͗̇̉̐̔ͯ̇̇͋͆̓̃̾̈́̚ͅ~ͭ͂̆̐̌ͭͥͣ̈́̐̏̾̎̚!” He cackled.
“No!” Robbie exclaimed, bursting out of his hiding place, and biting Anti’s forearm. Anti yelped in shock, stumbling backwards, as Robbie refused to let go, and Sam fired more attacks at him.
“Robbie! Get down!” Seán yelled, tackling the youngest ego as strings and knives flew at him, “Why didn’t you stay in place?!”
“I want to help! I don’t want to be useless anymore!” Robbie said.
“You’re not useless, Robs! Where the hell did you even get that idea?!” He asked, firing magical icicles at Anti with a frost-type spell.
“... Don’t... know..” Robbie hesitated.
“Robbie, you’re literally Jameson’s whole world! He sees you as his little brother! And I know Jackie and Henrik do too! Even if you’re not alive, like us, you’re still one of our best! You’re really good at a lot of minor things, like helping keep our spirits up, and our santiy level! You don’t have to be good at fighting to be important! I mean, hell, look at Henrik!” Seán rambled as he let his subconscious control his dodging and spellcasting, “He can’t fight for shit, but does that get him down? Hell no! He took that as a reason to motivate him to help heal, and look at him now! There are plenty of things you’re good at, Robbie. Fighting and protecting don’t need to be one of them, just because you’re a zombie.”
“... I know...” Robbie sighed. Chase grabbed the zombie, and pulled him out of the way as Dark, who had managed to get past Jackie, lunged for them. The vlogger shot a couple of bullets at the monotonously colored demon while he was down, and ducked behind the desk when a knife came his way.
“Y͂̈́̚oű̷̪̖̤̻͕̺̭̯̺͖̣̪̳̫̤̌̇͛ͬ̿̌̆ͩ̽̌̽͆ͯ̏̕͝ ̷̫̰̈̅͢͢c̠̉ă̸̯̼͎̩̤̼̭̟̤̭̇ͧ́ͦ̍̑̆̌̋̕ṉ̖̻̼̭̥̰̯̭̬͊́̿͂ͦ̋̍ͭ͑̉̉ͅ’̳̩̞͓̹̜̣̐̓͑ͫ̐͌ͤt̵̥̭̥̟̜̳̣̮͖̩̫̯̭̻ͩͭ̋ͯ͒̐͐̅̎͊̋̉͗̚ ̾͆ͧ͗̎p̸̨̈́̉̋ͫ̽̈́͜o̷̶͞s̫̠̻̦̻̫̰̣̹̱͓̲͌͂ͦ̎̽̇̀̍ͮ̌ͣ̈́̚ͅs̾͛͛͂ͯ̆ͮͪ̐̽̂ͣ҉͔̦͉͉̺̞͎͇̪͇̤̲i͎̭̦̊̅ͦb̦̥̙̫̫̞͙̭̄̓͐ͥͧ͆̃ͯl̶̎͐ͫ̄̀̑͞y̥̯��͔͈̠̼͖ ̝̬͉ͮͦ͒͢͡d̶͖͎̖̭͕͉͎̭̹̻̪͎̫̝̠̏̾͐̓̉͌͐̐̑͗ͭ̑̈̎ͣ͢͟e͐ͫ̋ͣ͠f̢͐̋ͤ̽͂ͤͧ͊͌̓͆̏ͪ͑͌́͢e̷͝â̼̠̯̻͕̦̩̭̪͓̻̺͇̺ͫ̎̎̾̀̽̅̅̌͋̅̄̅t̯͓̘͖̜̮͟͢ ̧̌͑͛̿̅͛͟͢u̻̤̪͓͕̟̟̫͉̜̖̠̤͋͆̎ͨͨͫͣ́ͪͯͩ̏ͯ̿ͅs͖̝̹̦͇̼ͅ l̵̛̿̏̍ͪ͆́͊͘i͓̖̤̦̱ͤ̆̃ͬ͌k͖̥̱͓̲̮̪̘̗̫͌ͭ̌̉ͮ̃̐̋͑̚e̡͎̳̫͙͉͕̜͒͆̓̾ͨ̃ͥ͜͞ th̃́ͯͪ͐͐͌͒̋̔̇͌̽̐̂ḯ̲̼̬̳͔̹̖̥̟͇̣͚̆̽ͧͦ̈́̔ͯ̏͌̄͒s̭͚̠̳̩͈̠̱̪̼͓̪̩̔͂̓̅̔ͦ͊͗͊̐̏͋̅!̺̠̦̫̣̺͇̙͚̠̠̦͈͓ͪ̓͐̀̇̍̇́ͭ̍͂ͣ͂̓̍ͅ ̫͇̝͓̜͎̑͆̔͆͌̓Ñ̯̙̺̣̞͖̞͈̞̼̘ͧ̆̏̌ͦͥ̔͗͐̈̚ͅo̘̯͔͐̿͋t̨ ͐ͨë̪̗̥̮͓͖͓́̏͑̿̃̑͌͐ͅv̈͏̴e̪̥̗̱͖̥̼̮̣̦̹̺͓ͧ̂̎̆ͦͧ̌̿ͤ͒ͤ͑͑͜n ̲̭͇̰̦̫ͫ̀ͣͯ͋ͩ͡i̛̪̗f̖͚͇͆̉̂ ͚̣͇̙͉̱̲̻͈̣͔͓̱̳͍y̐ͅoͯ̀͝͏͕̤u̱̖͈̪̰̺̲̬͒͌͊̓̀́ͮ̑ ̶̬͚͉̹̬ͅẅ̵͎̠͖̭͖̦̪̝͈̟̟̣̯̰̳̈͛̓̒̾ͨͭ́͂̇̏ͬ̌̾̕͢ere͍̞͇̘̲͙̝͍̰̘̺̹̞̝̠ͥ̏ͩ̏ͧ̌͐ͮ͒̌̂ͩͨ͗̚ ̔͗ͣ̅̑҉̢̟̳̺͖͙ǎ̷̯̙̜̃̚̕ll͍̘̹̜̜̺͉͚̳̗̦̭ͨ̊̅͗ͭ̌ͧ͋́̃̋ͭͫͅ ̵t̏o͠g̜̖̪͖ͦͨ͆͒e͆̉҉thͪ̔ͪ̃ͨê̢̠͖̝̦͕̠͍̖̼̤̼̼͗̿̂ͮ͑͑͋͒̋̑̓̀̚͜ͅr̪̞̪̍ͭͭ!ͥͥ̓̃͊͊́ Wͫͯ̒̽̀̌͐̑ͨͬ̇̀̑͏͡ḙ͈̭̼̘̹͔̭̫’̳̣̻̥̙͔͎̘̩͇̻̠͎̣̇͌̈́̀̋ͮ̇̽̾ͬ̊̓͊̌r̰͈͕͚̳̟̲̖͚͕̻̦ͨ̎́́ͤͮ̓̓͌ͣ́ͥe̯͚̎ͮ̾́̀ͅͅ ̢͇̥̩͚̭̥̙̤̬̺̭̰͎ͅt̢̥͉̏̓̕͜o̵̴̮͚̙̳̦̝̦̲͊ͫ͒̉͗̉ͮ̉́o͍̬ͣ̃̎ͅ ͪͮ͐̾s̬̼̪͉͖͜t̵̟̬͌ͭr̵̡o̰̺̖͕̝̟̜̙̦̗͓͕̫̖̽ͪͩ̋ͬ̿̇͗̅͐ͪͤͦ̈́n͐͒̂̓̽ͤ̓ͥ̊̌ͮ̑ͩ̾̎g ̡̕f̙̭̰̹͔͎͓̩̟̦̝̲͖̩̔̔̑ͫ̏͗͒̀ͫͤͪ̀̿ͥ̚̕ͅo̤̭͇͓̤͙͇͍̱̪ͥͫ͊̌͆̆ͦ̃͂ͩr̀̄̃ͪͯ̓͋̃ͦ̓̾ ̥̩͇̩͍̀̾̑ͬ͗y̟̚ọ͇͈͖u!̨͘͢” Anti exclaimed suddenly, his eyes wide with insanity as he began laughing uncontrollably, his strings and knives flying everywhere. Dark glitched out of the room, as the egos all had to swiftly duck for cover behind various objects. Seán felt a lump of dread forming in the back of his throat as knives lodged into the cupboard he’d ducked behind, and a few glowing strings shot past, only an inch or two away from him.
Just when he thought things couldn’t get worse, Marvin exploded into the room, tackling Anti to the ground. Chase fell limp, as Marvin was apparently able to get back to the fight once more. Robbie caught the limp body of his older brother, though, hugged onto JJ, and with Sam’s help, the three teleported to where Henrik was. The destruction in the hallway and office was only worsening by the second, and Seán began to worry that they might end up accidentally demolishing the hospital in the midst of the battle.
Or, at least, he was, until Marvin used a kind of spell he’d never seen before, and the surrounding world went pitch black.
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Part Fourteen of
The Unraveling
(A very big chapter in a slightly darker version of the Jacksepticeye & Markiplier Egoverse)
Part Fifteen- FINAL PART
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jezabelpoiesis · 6 years ago
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W. A. MOZART (1756-1791)
PIANO CONCERTO N.26 CORONATION K.537 IN D MAJOR
ALLEGRO
Piano Concerto N.26 "Coronation" in D Major https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qYq7iEBdseY
The piano concerto was one of the last Mozart's piano concertos, and one of only two that he wrote in the last five years of his life after the sequence of twelve masterpieces composed between 1784 and 1786, Mozart produced twenty-seven piano concertos, the first was written when he was only eleven and the last appeared less than a year before his death. The name of the composition is given after Mozart was performing the concerto on the same day the coronation of the new Holy Roman Emperor was being held in the city of Dresden, three years after the composition of the piece. On April 14, 1789, at the court of Prince Karl Lichnowsky After a travel to Frankfurt where the coronation of Leopold II took place, Mozart and his brother in law, a violinist, performed for the second time the concerto, but without any good financial results, the concerto was not performed again. Of all Mozart's piano concertos this is the only one that the solo part is not entirely of his own composition, the notes of the left hand in the second movement are missing but yet had been filled by an unknown hand and they had been accepted by all later editions. The concerto has been tagged as one of the more progressive and revolutionary pieces of all Mozart's works, the concerto was written on the lasts five years of Mozart's life. The published score, which appeared after the composer's death, has a piano part filled in by someone other than Mozart possibly the publisher Andre (the autograph manuscript with his very sketchy solo part is now in the Pierpont Morgan Library in New York).
S t r u c t u r e Balance as the essence needed between the harmony and melody so that the structure is depending mainly on melodic succession, exampled with the opening ritornello, measure 32, that has long transitional athematic passages or phrases, in measures 56-59, that also are dividing one section from another or they come after a cadence, this is to mark the time until the next theme arrives giving the theme great character and to embellish until the melody comes again. These parts are usually left to the soloist for his musical expansion but here are given by the orchestra in the first state to kind of undo the structure.   Mozart is putting away rhythmic and harmonic structure to put tension for the use of an explosive and dynamic virtuoso of the solo part, measures 193, 194 and 195. These are the characteristics of early piano concertos of the Romantic Era, where melodic structure and the dependence on form to create tension are the characteristics of the early romantic style.   While the classic concerto was carefully balanced in its harmonic structure and shaped by the careful deployment of thematic material, the romantic concerto aims above all to project the themes. Therefore it is possible to suggest that k.537 has the style of the romantic period concertos.
The E x p o s i t i o n is based on the ritornello principle, (it became rondo form in the Classical period) within the sonata principle, ABA form. The opening is made by the tutti in the tonic D Major, solo joins in measure 81, and the opening material is repeated bringing to a double exposition. The two expositions are differing thematically one another. The second exposition, usually adds complete new material and sometimes omit some of the themes that were presented on the first exposition. The piano makes its first appearance with a decorated version of the main theme rather than with a new idea of its own. The first-movement ritornello presents all of the material to be heard in the movement except for the beginning of the secondary theme, measure 127, reserved for the soloist that with chromatic touches makes passes to the minor mode. The concerto first movement is structured in the ritornello form as follows: Opening ritornello in tonic finishing with a perfect cadence in tonic.   First solo starting in the tonic key and moving to the dominant key, A Major, measure 162, which is finishing with a trill on its dominant seventh. Short orchestral ritornello in the dominant key, measures 171 and finishing with a perfect cadence in the dominant. The fantasy section with modulations of the soloist and the orchestra, and ending on the dominant and switch to emphasize the return to the tonic. The themes are developed and recapitulated, the d e v e l o p m e n t of themes is presented by the soloist. The recapitulation brings together both, the soloist and orchestra, compared to the opening where they were separate. Harmonic succession of the development, in measure 226, is starting in a minor-F major- g minor- a minor- b minor- B major, lyric, dynamic and very fast, the mood here is of progression and embellishment. At the end of the recapitulation we can see a peak of virtuosi made by the orchestra (and pauses on the 2nd inversion of the tonic triad) this is the sign for the cadenza, for its style and for the accuracy of the musical text.
R e c a p i t u l a t i o n starts at measure 282, the key is D major, all the material here is together to give us the resolution with a reprise of the opening material. Like the first solo, this section builds up to a climactic dominant seventh trill (in the tonic key). The final ritornello also with a cadenza. This model, despite of not being a binary form, examines the sonata principle. In the first solo section, the music always moves to the dominant and a new theme is heard at this point, but after the tonally unstable fantasy section, all themes are recapitulated in the tonic. Topoi, music topics                                     The expressive quality of the composition is presented the use of different topics, Mozart liked to use topics as a plot of an opera or an idea for a tale or drama. Topics help to narrate a story and with the help of the expressiveness that these give to a composition we can make a connection or an analysis from another point of view. Topoi also relates to form some topoi are usually presented in the beginning of a piece and other at the closing sections. Topoi give profile to the structure. The combination of the topoi might give us rise to a kind of plot something like a coherent verbal narrative that is stimulated by both the types of topics and the nature of their disposition.                                              Number of topics used in the piano concerto no26, can go as follow:                                                                              Fanfare arpeggiated melodic configurations that create a degree of harmonic stasis and fanfare gestures lead frequently to a cadence, measures 200-213.                                                            Fantasy solo virtuoso parts of the piano, measures 89-97 and measures 296-307.                                                                        Mixture of Bourree and March, measures 5 to 8, the bourree has a short upbeat and an articulation after the third beat of the measure, the march is used in many first movements especially in concertos, measures 1-13.                                                          Brilliant style, rapid passages for virtuoso display or intense feeling. The piano solo 2nd exposition on measures 106- 111, passages of only 1 measure in length, here is present the idea of give and take, only between both hands of the piano.              Pastorale and sensitive empfinsamkeit style, measures 308-318, second theme of the piano.                                                              Storm and stress, driving rhythms, full texture, minor mode harmonies, chromaticism, sharp dissonances, measures 143-150, 183-190 and 352-359.
B I B L I O G R A P H Y                                                        Rosen, Charles, The Classical Style (Faber, London, 1971) pp. 258-260. Robbins Landon H. C. & Mitchel Donald, The Mozart Companion ( Faber, London, 1956) pp. 380 Caplin, William, On the Relation of Musical Topoi to Formal Function, Essays 2005, pp. read 113-124, Cambridge University Press. Topics, table Wye Jamison Allanbrook, The Topical Universe.
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vischys · 4 years ago
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The cambion spared the Dragon a fleeting glance at what finally been a proper addressal of his name, further attesting to him that Van Ink The Dragon, was in fact sincerely mistook his initial refusal to elaborate upon his name as one.
An archetypal foolhardy of a thrill seeker she may be, yet artless and evidently possessing a set of personal principles whereat she stays true. That last part, inspired a sense of understanding within Vergil, as a fellow nonconformist whose sense of morality and justice was based upon their own principles and as such, might be condemned by a society who knew naught of the respective experience they had endured to shape such an attitude. Van Ink The Dragon with her plethora of crime records and Vergil himself with the destructions he wrought in the name of attaining the power to see his justice through and protect everything he holds dear.
What a sense of camaraderie evoked by an unexpected revelation through a most unexpected turn of event.
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“Hmph, it would seem to be most prudent of option given this inconvenient twist of circumstances,” he answered matter-of-factly to Van Ink's suggestion of postponing their fray.
Though truthfully in light of recent revelation, he no longer held an interest over this whole bounty affair ergo no reason to engage Van Ink in an armed battle, yet honor dictated him to finish what he began and began their fray he did. Thus settle it he must.
“Howbeit I too have a business to settle with that witch, esteeming as she has disparaged my dignity and that of my lineage.” By entreating him and his family as some sort as a high-prized mare to be won, that is. Thus Van Ink's personal sense of justice aside, Vergil too explained that he had his own duty to defend his family's honor.
His gaze observed the aforementioned witch, now fuming with both jealousy and indignation.
That her Lord Vergil would easily agree to an appointment with a dumb teenage demon brat, and as if to add salt to wound of his rejection, he would rather join in to fight her, the most beautiful and powerful witch of her ancient convent!?
"Mყ Lord..." Joanne attempted to cajole him with honeyed words and vulnerable pretense. "Sᥙrᥱᥣყ oᥒᥱ of ᥲᥒ ᥱstᥱᥱmᥱd bιrth ᥲᥒd ᥱxιstᥱᥒᥴᥱ sᥙᥴh ᥲs ყoᥙrsᥱᥣf ᥕoᥙᥣdᥒ't dιshoᥒor ყoᥙrsᥱᥣf bყ ᥲᥣᥣყιᥒg ᥕιth ᥲ ᥴrᥱᥲtᥙrᥱ ᥲs ᥴommoᥒ ᥲᥒd ᥣoᥕ as thᥲt," the witch gestured toward Van Ink with a sneer of disgust, "–mιᥒdᥣᥱss dᥱmoᥒ hᥱᥣᥣιoᥒ to bᥱsιᥱgᥱ ᥲ dᥱᥣιᥴᥲtᥱ bᥱᥣᥣᥱ sᥙᥴh ᥲs mყsᥱᥣf?" She then turned a beseeching gaze toward the cambion.
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“Still your insolent tongue, witch! You dare impugn upon my honor and bloodline wherewith I condoned you a warning, even when you've been conducting yourself with naught but the opposite?” He pressed on relentlessly, not falling for her hapless damsel act. “Accordant with, it is but just for us to impose our respective reprisal upon your ignoble deeds.”
At that statement, Vergil spared Van Ink a cool glance, silently highlighting his point that the witch deserved not a fair match from either of them, given that she never had a fair intent from the very moment she intruded into their fray and challenged the Dragon when she had already sustained injury from her previous fight with the Dark of Slayer. That even if the both of them fighting her individually simultaneously, it was considered a consequence of her foul play rather than the opposite.
For once, a total silence descended upon the previously garrulous pythoness. The son of Sparda observed with cold weather eye as myriad of emotions came across upon her visage: shock, disbelief, rage, indignation, and finally wickedness.
Vergil's grip upon the Yamato inadvertently tightened when the very air around him and Van Ink stilled by an ample amount of magical energy that caused the hairs to stand as the witch's expression transformed into pure wickedness with that malicious grin and gaze flashing with unholy intent.
"If thᥲt's hoᥕ ყoᥙ ᥕᥲᥒt to ρᥣᥲყ, mყ ᥣord, thᥱᥒ I, Joᥲᥒᥒᥱ Rosᥲ shᥲᥣᥣ ᥲbιdᥱ. Thᥱᥒ ιt's oᥒᥣყ fᥲιr too ιf I ᥱvᥱᥒ thᥱ ᥒᥙmbᥱr, rιght?~"
"Yoᥙ, Vᥲᥒ Iᥒk Thᥱ Drᥲgoᥒ, shᥲᥣᥣ rᥙᥱ thιs dᥲყ ყoᥙ ᥒᥲmᥱ ყoᥙrsᥱᥣf mყ rιvᥲᥣ ιᥒ ᥣovᥱ ᥲᥒd ᥕᥲr!! Aᥒd ყoᥙ, mყ ᥣord, ᥕιᥣᥣ sooᥒ ᥙᥒdᥱrstᥲᥒd ᥕhყ I ᥴᥲᥒ do ყoᥙ bᥱttᥱr thᥲᥒ thᥲt brᥲt!"
That execrably dishonorable jade!
He let out a low snarl of aggravation while shifting his stance and lifted the Yamato into a defensive position as the witch began to chant in an ancient language. A magic circle depicting foreign symbols in the pattern of a rose formed beneath her heels as Joanne Rosa unleashed a powerful magic in the shape of a mass pink energy which from within a dimensional fissure would materialize and cleave the air. It grew rapidly till an enormous gateway was now erected and from within a strong demonic energy resurfaced.
“Exercise utmost vigilance,” Vergil apprised Van Ink with a hint of grimness in his otherwise stern tone. “The witch is summoning a diabolic beast from the nether realm.”
As if responding to his forewarning, a loud feminine screech ensued from within the newly opened portal, heralding the arrival of a giant serpent-like creature with rose petals enshrouding its mouth and visage.
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The both of you are irksome halfwits!
The Son of Sparda condemned inwardly as he found himself suddenly thrust unwittingly into an undignified role of an unwilling conquest and a third whe.el of a battle, questioning for the umpteenth time skyward what he did in this life or mayhap even a previous life to deserve such a farcical indignity.
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Ink groans. Joanne is right. She can’t complain but that means she has to take down her right away, hard and fast before dealing with Mr. No Of Relevan-wait no, his name is Vergil. Got to remember that in my head. Anyway, the last thing she needs is being tag-team against. She can handle it but it’s a pain in the neck. These two are nothing like those hunters she fought earlier. Joanne and Vergil, in her opinion, are more stronger than those guys. She just hopes her friends don’t call her right now, she can’t have them worrying about her. Not to mention, they’re fighting their own battles so she can’t call for help right now.  
As Joanne fired out rose-patterned energy orbs at her, Ink goes to cut them down with swings of her sword. However, something is making her wonder. By the way where the heck is that guy anyway? While Ink wonders if the man is going to attack her. From behind, at front or by the side. But then! Ink sees something coming at Joanne. Because of the distraction, Ink just noticed that she missed one orb that is coming at her. It’s too late because she is busy with the amount of orbs that Joanne hurled at her way. But suddenly! Before it makes contact with her. A bunch of slashes appeared on it, destroying it. 
With widen eyes, Ink begins to realize what’s happening…
Wait, what just happened? Hold on, is that-??? Ink looks over to Vergil who pointed his katana at Joanne, hearing him that he has warned her and she needs to pay. Meaning…
Wait…is he helping me out or he wants her out of the way so he can fight me? Ink wonder as she stares at him. After some thought, she goes to ask, 
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“Hey…Vergil, right?” She calls out to him, as she holds her sword in front of her while looking over to Vergil, “Do you want to save our fight for later like next week or something and let me deal with this lady first?” Ink asked him. 
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veritas-roleplay · 7 years ago
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CLARA MACMILLAN ♦︎ SLYTHERIN ALUMNA ♦︎ ORDER MEMBER ♦︎ FC: BENEDETTA GARGARI ♦︎ TAKEN
B I O G R A P H Y :
Clara was born on warm June day to two very busy parents. Ealair MacMillan was a high ranking Ministry official and spent his week living in London to be close to the office, only coming home to Scotland on the weekends. Adelaide was a philanthropist and outspoken activist, often hosting fundraisers or traveling to London with her husband. So Clara was left to be raised by the house elves, and her two older siblings. This is not to say that Ealair and Adelaide were completely absent from the lives of their children, both made a point of being home on the weekends, and Sundays have always been strict family days for the MacMillans. Still, Beatriu and August were more mother and father to Clara than Adelaide and Ealair. Later when Diana and then Enric were born, Clara continued the tradition of older siblings raising the younger. The result of this is five siblings who, despite being various different ages, are incredibly close. Clara and Diana, in particular, have always been incredibly close, and Clara has always considered Diana her best friend. Growing up, essentially, without parents, especially when one has younger siblings to raise, is a recipe for a lost childhood, and Clara was no exception. She matured rapidly, quickly learning how to care for and entertain herself and, later, her younger siblings as well. As a result, Clara arrived at Hogwarts as quite a precocious 11 year old.
Clara left for Hogwarts sure what her house would be, and not terribly happy about it. MacMillans were Hufflepuffs. It was, if not a universal truth on par with Blacks being Slytherin, at the very least a strong trend. There was occasionally an outlier, Ealair had an uncle who’d ended up in Gryffindor, but only ever one in a generation. Clara had, secretly, hoped to be that outlier, but then Beatriu was sorted into Ravenclaw and, the way Clara saw it, her own fate was set for Hufflepuff and there was nothing she could do about it. Imagine her surprise, then, when the sorting hat was set on her head and said, “no, no, not Hufflepuff. True, you could fit in there, but to become all you can be, you’ll need a different house altogether.” Without further discussion the hat pronounced her a Slytherin and Clara obeyed, shocked, but also elated. She very much liked the idea of becoming all she could be, and it turned out that Slytherin house fit her like a glove. Among her housemates Clara found friends who were just as used to the finer things in life as her and, more importantly, friends who wanted to do more and be more just as much as she did. As a Slytherin, Clara learned to balance her love for and pride in her family with her love for and pride in herself. She also learned the fine art of trimming and tailoring her responses to meet other people’s expectations and how to get what she wanted without even having to ask for it.
Clara grew up with an example of a very successful arranged marriage. Ealair and Adelaide may have been brought together by their parents, but they were nonetheless two souls that matched nicely. Over the course of their marriage, they developed a strong partnership built on mutual respect, trust, and, if not love, a deep appreciation of each other. So, unlike her older sister who completely bucked the system and declared that she never wanted to marry at all, Clara was never opposed to an arranged marriage and was, in fact, excited when her parents began looking for a suitable match for her. Rabastan had seemed perfect on paper, from a good family and a little bit older, and for a while he had been. Clara loved his wit and how he seemed so worldly. She was never so naive as to expect love in an arranged marriage, but she knew herself well enough to admit, at least to herself, that she was a little starry eyed. The truth was more extensive than that. Through the minimal interactions Clara had with Rabastan in the years before she left Hogwarts, chaperoned dates on Hogsmeade weekends, letters sent back and forth, sitting next to each other and pureblood functions, Clara built an idea of who Rabastan was that was very much real to her, if not realistic.
Trouble didn’t come until after Clara graduated and began spending more time with her future in-laws as the wedding planning started up in earnest. It started with the newly minted Mrs. Rodolphus Lestrange. Despite being more closely related than most pureblood families, Clara’s parents had always kept the MacMillans well away from the Blacks and their ideas of blood purity that Ealair found distasteful and Adelaide outright opposed. Bellatrix made Clara nervous, but she didn’t take her marriage to Rodolphus as the sign of the Lestranges’ true leanings that she should have. Instead, she did what she thought any good future wife would do and tried to steer Rabastan away from Rodolphus and his wife, encouraging Rabastan to spend more time with Beatriu and even August with the excuse that he should get to know her family as well as she his. When that seemed to be going well, she began attempts to drive a wedge between the two twins, building Rabastan up and, occasionally, carefully, subtly criticizing Rodolphus, always making it more about how Rabastan deserved better. It might have worked, too, but not as quickly as Clara wanted it to.
Worse still, the more time Clara spent with Rabastan, the more she began to get to know him as a person. And the more she got to know him as a person, the more she began to realize he wasn’t who she thought he was. At first she tried to ignore it, and then she tried to downplay it. When she finally had to admit that the version of him she’d imagined while at school didn’t match the real thing, she tried to change it, to shape him into what she was sure was the best version of himself. She was unwilling to just give up on what she’d spent years building, but she had to admit defeat when she learned just how deep Rabastan’s blood purist leanings ran. To those on the outside, it may seem like the eldest MacMillan daughter, bold and rebellious Beatriu, is Adelaide’s truest heir, but the family knows that it’s Clara who holds her mother’s beliefs closest to heart. It’s not something she talks about openly, after all it was a somewhat dangerous opinion to have in Slytherin and certainly an unpopular one in pureblood circles, but Clara believes in equality of blood just as much as her outspoken mother. When Clara realized that Rabastan was a blood purist, there was only one path for her to take. She gave back the ring and ended the engagement as quietly as she could.
When Clara joined the Order, her only condition was that her family couldn’t know. It’s not that she’s afraid her family wouldn’t support her decision; she’s sure they would, though she’s also sure August would worry. It’s just that she knows in times like these, ignorance can be not only bliss, but safety. She received the standard order training and excelled at it, but it quickly became clear that she wasn’t cut out for being part of the cavalry. Clara’s not one for following directions when she thinks she has a better idea, and has no problem arguing with authority figures when she feels it’s necessary. While these traits can be valuable in the right time and place, in the middle of a battle is neither. It was quickly decided that her greatest chance for contribution would be as a spy, utilizing her status as a pure blood princess in her own right. It’s lonely, sometimes, surrounding herself with people whose beliefs are so decidedly opposite to her own and always playing a part and wearing a mask, but she made a commitment to the order, and more importantly to herself, so she’s not about to back down.
D E T A I L S :
☛ CANON INFORMATION : [ member of the Macmillan family ]
☛ AFFILIATION : Order of the Phoenix
☛ BLOOD STATUS : pureblood
☛ AGE : 22
☛ FORMER HOUSE : Slytherin
☛ TRAITS :
     Positives : dedicated / detail-oriented / diplomatic
      Negatives : picky / materialistic / close-minded
☛ OCCUPATION : freelance arithmancer / socialite
C O N N E C T I O N S :
SIRIUS BLACK, GIDEON PREWETT, FABIAN PREWETT, MOLLY WEASLEY : distant cousins, friendly
FRANK LONGBOTTOM, ALICE BARNETT : co-mentors, idolizes
JAMES POTTER, LILY EVANS, STURGIS PODMORE : train together, friends
TIMORA STUMP, MERWYN FINWICK, CORNELIUS FUDGE : dismissive towards, thinks they’re idiots
DAVEY GUDGEON, GWENOG JONES, GLADYS GUDGEON : intrigued by
RABASTAN LESTRANGE : former betrothed, misses
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briidunviing-a · 7 years ago
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🔥—— In search of healing - ‘The Compliance, Copulation & Consort’
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    🔥——     Ever since Nidhogg’s final fall & the infamous Dragonsong War’s end things had turned...   P e a c e f u l   , needless to say. Dragons were no longer as hated as they had been before, the misunderstandings between man & dragon were settled,��& peace was established. Not all of the race of man had accepted this new policy, but the hurting an another pacifist dragon had become almost   c r i m i n a l  . This all had made Brii much more comfortable being around mortal souls --- but old habits die hard, & so did the fear she had always had towards humans still   l i n g e r   . Regardless of this new-found serenity in Eorzea, Brii still felt like she had to stay   t r a n s p a r e n t   , keep her secret safe. A shape-shifting dragon was nothing but an usual thing, considered the   f o u l   doings of the void, which in fact wasn’t too far fetched...
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    Coerthas Central Highlands had actually  become a new favourite residing place for the dragoness --- it had become much more understanding & safer place than it had been before... Never in her entire life did Brii think she would feel   c o m f o r t a b l e   in these freezing lands, ever again. Even though First Dicasterial Observatorium of Aetherial & Astrological Phenomena wasn’t fond of her presence --- or any outsider’s for that matter --- she was allowed to sit by the fire on the ground floor, & so she most of the did when she visited. It was always better than sitting in the cold snow, even though the cold didn’t bother her too much anyway...
     Material that used to be so hard to come by was now much more readily available --- in fact, books about dragons were quite   p o p u l a r   now. Fact or fiction, both children & adults read them --- & when someone wasn’t literate enough to read themselves, stories written on those pages would make rounds around the cities & settlements from mouths to ears. Brii found the books   e v e r y w h e r e  , no matter which library she visited, sometimes even from the streets.
     This was perfect time for her to begin researching about her own kin, & about herself alike, no one was questioning the curiosity towards dragons anymore. Even though the knowledge of this all was in her   b l o o d   , in her very   b e i n g   , she believed she had been mislead her entire life, blind & deaf like a new-born babe to almost anything else than the   r a g i n g   t u n e   of the Dragonsong. Why had this life brought Brii so much   p a i n   ? Why did it affect her so much ? Why had she done such   c r u e l   things to those that never deserved it, why had she given in to the temptation of vengeance, domination & destruction ? What exactly had taken control of her on that   f a t e f u l   day when she killed that poor woman, that woman whose body she now was the prisoner of --- the void, or the destined purpose of her bloodline, or maybe something completely else ? Perhaps the wisdom written on these books could help her find ways to understand, ways to cope --- cope with both her past, & future alike.   H e a l i n g   was needed, Brii was tired of suffering, it was long overdue she would research ways she could ease the   b u r d e n   laying heavy on her shoulders.
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     A brittle book in her hands, ‘The Compliance, Copulation & Consort’ , Brii gently brushed every   d u s t y   &   f r a g i l e   page clean, as she hungered for the knowledge resting on their surface. Written by some man long gone, some of the writing was close to   u n r e a d a b l e   , eyes squinting in hopes of more   c l e a r   vision --- the uneven flicker of the flame & the poor lightning certainly wasn’t helping either... Yet, even though some pages were completely missing & words smudged over, a page after page Brii could draw a clearer picture in her mind.
     Brii had expected to find at least some answers, but not as heavy as she came across merely a moment later: ‘A dragon cannot simply shut their ears to their sire’s call; to do so would cause them great   t o r m e n t   .’ Suddenly did her stomach feel like a   b o u l d e r   was dropped into it, colour on her face   f a d i n g   . She had felt this fact   l i v i n g   inside her all her life, the burning drive to please the elder representatives of her bloodline --- Brii knew Nidhogg’s hold over his brood had been   a b s o l u t e   , she had been the victim of it herself... Although Nidhogg was not Brii’s sire directly, her ancestors & long deceased parents had been. & if nothing else... She still in the end was a distant off-spring of   M i d g a r d s o r m r   , the ancestral Father of all dragons. When Midgardsormr would call his brood for battle, no one could escape... Or could they ?
     Brii at least had tried, multiple times. So was this why she was in so much pain, all those years ? Resisting all those multiple war cries for   v e n g e a n c e  , from both Nidhogg & Midgardsormr alike ? Were they weakening her free will to remain peaceful ? Was there anything that could’ve prevented all that happened to her ? Was there anything that could’ve helped her remain   s a n e   ?
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     The text was raising more questions than it gave her answers. The speed of her fingers turning the pages   q u i c k e n e d   , golden eyes desperately searching for a more in-depth knowledge & the further she proceeded, the more she felt the   p r e s s u r e   increase in her chest. Page ‘Consort’   d i s t r e s s e d   her. ‘Dragons can go into seclusion for centuries while carrying grief in their hearts. Ultimately, they are unable to bear the strain & it breaks something fundamental within them.’ By every word the book became harder & harder to bear, heart beating like it was about to   b u r s t   from her chest.
     ‘   C o n s o r t s   h e l p   i n   s a v i n g   o n e s e l f        f r o m   t h e   a b y s s   o f   i s o l a t i o n  . ’
     Hands fell against the barely clothed thighs in   d i s b e l i e f   , the covers the book grazing against the rough ornate embroidery of her dress. So...   T h i s   was the proof that was long overdue. & as the realization   f e l l   upon her, it felt as cold as the whistling wind of the blizzard outside, as if she wasn’t sitting inside at all. Even the warmth of the flame was in vain, as the dragoness   a v e r t e d   from its before so comforting embrace. She stepped out from the door way into the freezing snow & bent down on her knees, face burying iinto her palms. Never mind the damned book, now fallen into a small puddle on the ground, pages soaking with the water. If needs be, Brii would rewrite it with her own hands without a complaint... But now   i t   d i d n ’ t   m a t t e r   .
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     So she had made it all   w o r s e   all along... Just when she thought she had been doing a right thing by sparing the world from her presence, it had been wrong. The more she had fought, the more she had isolated herself from the rest of her kin out of fear, the more she had invited the   h a t r e d   into her heart. She should’ve found kindred spirits within her kin siblings... She should’ve tried to desperately find someone to rely on, & not be alone. She should’ve tried to find a   c o n s o r t   . Though, there was no winning as part of the Nidhogg’s brood anyway, was there ? If she gave in, she would’ve been overwhelmed by the   r a g e   burning inside. If she resisted, she would turn unstable & mad.
     It all made sense now... Ishgardians   k i l l e d   Ratatoskr, Nidhogg’s closest sibling & supposedly his consort, & he went mad. The very blood of her murderers ran in the future Ishgardians’ veins. The city state of Ishgard was founded with the stolen strength of Ratatoskr’s eyes. Nidhogg had lost the one that had kept him grounded, & he was unable to stop the war due to grief of losing someone so fundamentally important to him. Many other dragons that wanted to resists Nidhogg’s anger had simply flown away, fled to other lands, whereas Brii was too   a f r a i d   to make such a massive decision... The grief of losing her parents so young --- in fact, as new-born --- had left Brii to stand alone,   c o n f u s e d  , unsure where she belonged, or if she belonged anywhere at all... Born in the middle of a Dragonsong War left an individual only so few of their own decisions to make, both man & dragon. The   s o f t n e s s   in her heart had been heavily contrasted with the destructive nature of the rest of Nidhogg’s kin, leaving only uncertainty & fear behind.
     & such memories made the last fragment of glee fade from Brii’s being as she wholly collapsed on to the ground, a muffled scream escaping from her. Cheeks so cold from the bitter wind of Coerthas got soon caressed by the uncontrollable flow of hot tears, & this time Brii had no intention stopping them from coming. Her heart now open to the truth & sadness, she wept --- a first step of   s e l f   h e a l i n g   .
     But, even though it hurt... Was it that bad after all ? Nidhogg was   d e a d  . Dragonsong War was   o v e r   . & Brii was   f r e e   . Did it only take a simple realization from her --- it was all done now, & she had no one controlling her ? That, in fact, it all hadn’t been her fault ? What she had done, what she had participated in. Briefly joining Midgardsormr when he called & perished, taking over Stone Vigil from the Ishgardians, eventually killing that woman whose body she now resided in. She hadn’t meant any of it, she had been controlled by some other force than her own   f r e e   w i l l   --- Nidhogg’s anger towards man, whom she in the end ended up hurting herself. What for was she blaming herself ? For being too   w e a k   ? Then the rest of the horde was as weak as her, & that made no sense.
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     Darkness had fallen on Coerthas. Minutes would pass, the crying would continue, until the snow had melted under her body heat, her voice broke to a hoarse wheeze & there were no tears to spare anymore. So then, she lifted her blushed visage to the white skies, snowflakes kissing her skin as they fell. Invitation for healing was given, & Brii   a c c e p t e d   it.
     “A consort...” she thought to herself,   i n h a l i n g   deeply, eyes staring into nothing. Though the thought was scary, Brii was light of mind. All her tears were now spent, her fears fought, & maybe after this it was time to move on. & even she didn’t find a consort, she would at least find a   f r i e n d   ... “So   t h a t   is why Hraesvelgr survived...” Because of Shiva. Hraesvelgr had found his consort, a love of his life that had entwined with his own spirit, & that is why he was able to resist both Midgardsormr’s & Nidhogg’s call. That had kept him grounded & sane.
     & so it seemed, that was all it took.   R e a l i z a t i o n   . & most of all,   a c c e p t a n c e   .
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     Contrasting the deep inhale that was before, Brii now   e x h a l e d   , vapor elevating from her nostrils. Rising slowly on her feet, book still staying on the ground, the heaviness that weighed on her so hard before had gone, her body as   l i g h t   as a feather. Left standing, Brii had no intention to leave any time soon... This moment was to   s t a y  ... & she realized how incredibly   p r e c i o u s   &   b e a u t i f u l   life could truly be if she were to be the master of her own fate.
     & this time, as her throat began to vibrate from a familiar hum, the tune of Dragonsong symbolized something completely else than it had before. This time, it brought   p e a c e   into her spirit instead of grief. & so it was time to move on.
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two-littlesouls · 7 years ago
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TURN 1
HELLBENT
The newly manifested hulking beast blinked, taking a short second to survey his surroundings much like Cammy did before he disappeared into the orange light. While those surrounding him were no doubt stunned into inaction by what had just happened, he growled and then let out a deafening roar.
His presence as a threat truly established, he made the first move to confirm that whatever this thing was did not answer to Cammy's will, by swiping at Emmy with the back of his hand.
His other hand slammed down into the ground over Disavow and Besmirch dragging an arc through frozen dirt and snow.
He doesn't stop after there, though. Shifting violently in a 180 degree arc, his tail lashes at Samga while a rush of debris flies towards Omen and Johnny. He has now turned around, and is facing Snowdin.
Alexis, Penny and Avarice have joined the struggle.
See the Struggler’s reactions under the cut!
EMMY @two-littlesouls
... Ca--?" His name was cut off as she was, quite literally, removed from the scene.
Careening through the air into the forest before hitting the snow, the girl rolled a short ways and finally came to a stop. The cloud of fresh powder that had been kicked up left a haze in her wake. From her direction, there was a silence... before she coughed, the wind knocked from her. ...I didn't hit a tree... she thinks in wry relief.
Slowly, from the pile of snow Emmy lifted herself on shaky arms, trying to process the information. Her eyes drifted to the hulking beast, and though she couldn't figure out how or why, she knew it wasn't the end of her best friend. Sucking in a cold breath, the girl willed herself up, running back toward HELLBENT.
The girl slid on her feet a bit as she stopped herself between Hellbent and the path to it's apparent destination. She stared, watching him for his next move.
SAMGA @determinedbuns
Samga saw Johnny was in bad shape. He sprints over to him while many thoughts go through his head, but among them..
"That... That thing, that beast.. what happened just now? Why did Cammy die and turn into that thing?! It's going to destroy Snowdin, it's headed right for town, but.. I can't.. I can't fight that thing, my punches are still weak, and I can't bring out my rage.. I..." The Rabbit's hands tightly clench, "Stupid, that doesn't matter.. THAT DOESN'T MATTER, Do what you CAN do, make sure everyone else is alright.."
He slides over to Johnny, before giving him a vigorous shake on the shoulder to try and snap him out of it. "Johnny... JOHNNY!"
"You were frozen there, wasn't sure if you caught the thousand yard stare, sorry.." He dug into his belt pouch and pulled out a few different Muffins of varying flavors that he had gathered on the way. He knew food always helped him when he was hurting, especially in the Underground, maybe the same could be said for the others? Unbeknownst to Samga, these Muffins, like all other food, contained healing properties! "Here, take yer pick, you look like you could use a pick-me-up.."
JOHNNY @flourishingbatter
At the rabbit's words, he'd easily snap back to the current situation at hand and turn his attention back towards the beast, watching as Besmirch and Disavow planned their move. It wasn't until he realized they were going to attack Cam- ...Specifically the threat as he didn't know what else to do.
Warily, he stood up again, hand motioning for a moment as he summoned the Wrister Blaster, of which he hadn't used in a long time.
Taking aim, he focused to call forth an orb of energy charging at the skeletal maw yet...He hesitated, could he actually have the intent to harm them? Despite everything, he still viewed that creature as Cammy and wouldn't even consider hurting a child.
His reverie snapped as the unknown song he heard caused him to regain his senses. He wouldn't stoop to Besmirch's level, for the matter, he was going to show some amount of restraint and pull his punches. With that in mind, he raised the weapon and blasted the shot towards HELLBENT as the beams raw energy was siphoned from Johnny's soul, it's coloration mixed with JUSTICE.
BESMIRCH and DISAVOW @besmirched @disavcw
The Man who Walks with Words silences himself, allowing a wry smile to take his features.
Ink silently and quickly glides over the snow beneath them, closing the distance and attempting to bring the heft of the CLEAVER down on HELLBENT's left Achilles tendon.
The Woman Who Speaks in ink follows suit, letting silence be their cover, she takes the other side, pooling into various pools of ink to keep herself hidden. If glides across the ground in ink her own CLEAVER ready to attack the right Achilles tendon.
ALEXIS @integrity-dancer
Footsteps could be heard rushing towards the area...and quickly, at that. Those that knew her would quickly recognize Alexis...how and why she was here would be a mystery for the time being. She skidded to a halt upon witnessing the massive form of HELLBENT...the raw, unrestrained DETERMINATION briefly stunning her now that she was closer to 'ground zero' as it were.
"W..what the hell...is that?" Having not witnessed Cammy's initial transformation, she was out of the loop. The only benefit so far from that was that she didn't get whacked or slammed by HELLBENT's initial actions...if that would do any good. She could see some people she knew were here...and some hurt, at that?
It snapped her out of her stunned state, eyes narrowing at the creature.
She couldn't mess around looking for answers right now. Friends were in danger here...and some other people she didn't know. But she could feel it...letting this creature do as it wished could threaten everything. She instantly pulled out her violin, and started playing a song...the AURA SONG of INTEGRITY would bolster everyone's defenses. And hoo boy, given how big that thing looked, and how many people could get hurt, they needed some serious defenses five minutes ago.
She noticed Penny arrive, though...was everyone she knew being drawn towards this beacon of raw DETERMINATION?
PENNY @fearlessfighter
The crunches of footsteps could be heard as Penny ran into the clearing, a look of worry on her face. Her previous feelings of calm from her talk with Ikki all but gone. She hoped, no begged that whatever the lightning was didn't have anything to do with her friends. But it would seem like that hope was wrong, as Penny stopped in the clearing seeing some familiar faces and some unfamiliar ones. Her eyes however were drawn to the giant dog that stood a little ways in front of her. Her eyes widened at the sight and this was without know that it used to be Cammy.
"Oh no..." was all she could say.
AVARICE @thesmilingtragedy
Unfortunately, Avarice was not as lucky as poor Emmy. Various bits and pieces of the smiling man are strewn about the forest surrounding Hellbent. There was little movement, besides the occasional leaf falling from the weight of the snow atop it.
...
CRASH! Suddenly, a pair of legs fall from the trees above, along with a couple parts of a hand! They scurry around, desperately trying to find their own-
OVO H E Y O!! Y O O H O O! The limbs shoot to attention, facing the smiling man's head! Seems he had been perfectly hooked to a tree, a branch poking out of his smile, clearly being the cause for his strange speech. GEMME Y O W FWO H E Y O!
A foot responds, stomping from above and breaking the branch the head was impaled on. As he rolls onto the ground, he spits out the offending branch, getting the barky-taste out of his mouth. B L E G H! Last time I try to e a t a TREE!
The various body parts hop and roll back to their owner, loose strands of his scribbly mass attaching and pulling themselves together. He muses to himself as he gets to work getting stitched back up. ... that's not F A I R... HELLBENT didn't even call for B L O O D Y KNUCKLES...
As he pulls a tattered glove back onto a hand, he pulls himself to standing, rolling his newly knitted joints. He twists his head back around to the correct position, and gives himself a quick loose shake. A A A ! Much b e t t e r!
He looked around, glancing to his surroundings... and the strange glow that peaked through the trees. He wiped a hand over his smile, grinning madly. Now t h e n... if you want to play like T H A T, I'll be HAPPY to return the F A V O R! With that, Avarice begins climbing the trees, swinging and ascending his way back to HELLBENT.
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