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sammys-magical-au · 10 months ago

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Random Star Wars headcanons that just ✨make sense✨ - PART 2!

Bc I’ve thought up MORE since the last post!! And to be honest, I’ll probably have more STILL after this one! I AM MENTALLY UNWELL!!!!

Anakin is probably one of the weirdest people to sleep next to. Anyone who’s slept in the same room with him knows this. Not only does he sleeptalk during Force dreams (he says some pretty cryptic shit when that happens) and occasionally thrash around like he’s fighting for his life, but he usually sleeps with his blanket pulled up over his head and his feet sticking out at the bottom. Mans sleeps like a corpse in the morgue. It is, quite honestly, rather disturbing to see. Obi-Wan nearly had a heart attack the first time he went to wake Anakin up and saw him sleeping like that.

Lionel is a nickname person, and usually likes to come up with their own nicknames for people (hence they call Anakin “Kenni” instead of “Ani”), thus they started calling Padmé “Paddi”, which she found somewhat annoying at first (even more so when Anakin started teasingly calling her that as well) but later found more endearing. Nel has an entire plethora of nicknames for Obi-Wan, ranging from easily explainable ones like ��Obi” or “Sugar”, to ones that absolutely no one wants to know the reasoning behind.

Additionally, Lionel has a few other nicknames for Anakin that they use occasionally. “Desert-Boy” is a go-to, for obvious reasons, and “Grumpy” or “Pouty-Pants” is reserved for whenever Anakin makes That Face (you know the one)

Since I established in the last post that Padmé sleeptalks, and I mentioned earlier that Anakin does as well, I’m imagining how hilarious it would be if they did it at the same time. Anakin mumbles something like “T̵h̶e̵ ̶s̶k̴y̷ ̷s̶h̵a̷l̷l̸ ̸s̶p̵l̴i̵t̸ ̶i̷n̶ ̵t̷w̴o̷ ̸a̴n̶d̸ ̵t̶e̵a̶r̶s̷ ̶o̷f̶ ̶b̴l̵o̷o̷d̷ ̸w̴i̵l̷l̵ ̴r̶a̴i̶n̴ ̵u̸p̶o̷n̸ ̶u̶s̷ ̵a̵l̴l̷” and then Padmé will respond like “I dunno, I’ll have to check my schedule to see if I’m free that day. I’ll let you know tomorrow”. Meanwhile Lionel, who was woken up by their talking, is absolutely dying trying not to wake them (or Obi-Wan) up with their laughter, and probably recording it to show Ahsoka and Barriss later.

Less of a headcanon and more of a fact I guess? In part two of my au (Fifteen Years, coming soon-ish, probably, hopefully), Luke and Leia are 14, Ben is 12, Han is 16 and Din is 17. Not sure what age I’d have Grogu being at this point since it’d be set in a different time period, but let’s say he’s at least 30 (bc that’s still a baby for his species)

Din found Grogu a lot earlier in this au as well and still had the Dad Instict take over immediately. Upon meeting Ben & the twins’ parents he shamelessly tells these Actual Adults that Grogu is his son and they’re all like “you’re not even 18 yet????”. I’m envisioning Young Din being a lot like Ballister with Nimona - you’d think he’s a lot older than he is based on looks and how he acts but in reality he’s barely an adult at all and his child is actually older than him by several decades.

And speaking of meeting the twins’ parents; I know some people think Anakin would ironically love Din immediately (as opposed to not liking Han), but I personally don’t think he’d be overly thrilled over Luke’s first real boyfriend either. He definitely warms up to Din a lot faster, but he’s the kinda dad who believes NO ONE is good enough for his daughter OR his son, however Din’s “I love you too, Luke” beats Han’s “I know” any day 🤣

Ahsoka is incredibly affectionate with Barriss. For the first few months after rescuing her and sorting out all their issues, she was practically glued to Barriss at all times. Everyone else thought this was absolutely adorable. Barriss still doesn’t know how to feel about it and gets incredibly flustered whenever Ahsoka acts that way around her (read: all the damn time).

I mentioned in the last post that Lionel and Obi didn’t initially like Han either but then backpedaled with another post bc I realized Lionel would actually more likely warm up to Han pretty fast, and now I think Lionel would absolutely take over as Young Han’s parent and end up roping Obi-Wan into it whether he likes it or not. At first Han is like “I don’t need a damn parental figure” but eventually leans into it and lets himself be loved by this incredibly weird little family that has Claimed him as theirs.

By the way Ben would absolutely love having Han as an adopted older brother. So she can torment him ofc.

Also Ben is the shortest of all the kiddos, by a lot. Makes sense because she’s the youngest but even compared to Luke and Leia there’s still an incredible height difference. The twins sort of got evened out with Anakin’s Tol Genes vs Padmé’s Smol Genes, meanwhile Ben got stuck with Nel and Obi being pretty much the same height and despite both of them being “average” she still ended up Tiny. She is not happy about this at all.

I intend to write a short fic about this one in particular, since it never really got sorted out in TLOLS, but I would imagine Lionel wouldn’t really care that much about Anakin’s whole “not just the men but the women and the children too” thing. Don’t get me wrong, they don’t condone brutally murdering an entire population, but they admittedly have less of a moral compass than Anakin and would be like “well they tortured your mother to the brink of death and then left her to succumb to her injuries so valid tbh, I’d do the same if they did that to my mom” and Anakin would be like “I murdered fucking all of them??? Even the ones that weren’t involved at all??????” and Lionel goes like

“What do you want me to do? You know I’m down for murder anytime, how’s this different?” “NEL.”

I can’t remember how much detail I went into on the last headcanon post, but I’m too lazy to check. I know for sure I talked about Padmé being a good swimmer & loving the water, and may have mentioned Anakin not liking water much (?), but I came up with the Even More Hilarious Idea of Padmé being the only one out of herself, Ani, Nel, and Obi-Wan who actually enjoys swimming, while the other three all have a fear of water to some extent. I’m imagining Padmé in the water near the Varykino Lake House like “come in! It’s lovely :)” and Anakin, Lionel, and Obi-Wan all huddled on the shore like “… No.”

Ahsoka on the other hand would probably dive right in headfirst, no second thoughts about it, like “HELL YEAH WE NEVER HAD OCEANS ON CORUSCANT!!!” and Barriss glances up from the book she’s reading in a beach chair several feet away (bc she too wouldn’t dare go near the water) like “Ahsoka, this is a lake, not an ocean” and Ahsoka just shouts “EVEN BETTER!!!!!”

Although I can see Ahsoka eventually coaxing Barriss into the water in one way or another - meaning: picking Barriss up and making her sit on her shoulders as she wades in until the water touches Barriss’ toes and she straight up screeches like a banshee. Long story short, Barriss was not amused by this idea and Ahsoka learned her lesson about how NOT to get her girlfriend into the water the hard way.

The one thing Ahsoka regretted about not rescuing Barriss sooner was that she didn’t get to see the twins and Ben as babies. However she made up for this by showing Barriss the hundreds - perhaps thousands - of pictures she took of them as babies, bc well, the girl has permanent baby fever and loves kids, and she loves her nieces and nephew with her whole heart. Barriss just sits there with a wonderfully contented smile and says nothing as Ahsoka rambles on about each and every photo, meanwhile Luke, Leia, and Ben are all yelling “AUNTIE SOKA, YOU’RE EMBARRASSING US!!!”

Oh, and the first time Barriss got referred to as “Auntie Barriss” by the kids, she cried. Hysterically. She was literally so happy that these kids saw her as family. Ahsoka had no idea what to do about it so she just ran around wringing her hands and asking what’s wrong meanwhile Barriss Cannot Speak from crying of joy. 🥺

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herrscherofpee · 10 months ago

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Well, this is it. My first* ever piss fic.

I've noticed a extreme lack of Honkai omo fics, so I wanted to open the flood gates so to speak with something pretty mild. Just a soft and friendly shipping of Dreamseeker/Entropy and Senadina fron Part 2, although nothing romantic or sexual is implied.

Formatting is a little rough, but this started out as brainrot in a private Discord server so I apologize for that. The tenses might be a little wack. I am also extremely sleepy. If it's bad, I apologize, but the general concept is sound.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦✦ . ⁺ . ✦ . ⁺ . ✦✦ . ⁺ . ✦ . ⁺ . ✦✦ . ⁺ . ✦ . ⁺ . ✦✦ . ⁺ . ✦ . ⁺ . ✦

I went into my bed fresh out of the shower. I was so tired from exploring the Sea of Data and writing reports that I barely bothered putting on my pjs. I threw on a plain t-shirt and a pair of sleep shorts, opting to go commando. It was just for one night, so what's the harm?

I quickly fell asleep, ignoring the slight ache I felt in my bladder. That's a future me problem.

Dream slipping is something still being learned about, so the details of it will be spared. What is important to note is that in her fatigued state, this Dreamseeker remained unconscious when she was physically pulled into the dream, and she remained so until she was deposited back into reality.

That's where the interesting stuff happened.

Warmth.

I started to wake to a sense of warmth all over my body, like I was being hugged from all sides by a blanket fresh from the dryer. My being softly squeezed like a hug from a gentle goddess or an inviting friend. I wasn't sure why I felt so comfortable or why my surroundings felt so unfamiliar. All I knew was that I felt as if I was still in a dream. I also felt a...panging sense, like I needed to let go of something. I wasn't sure what, but it was conflicting with my desire to stay in this blissful spot. I just wanted to stay snuggled right here and drift back to sleep...

...So I stopped fighting whatever it was inside me. It wasn't important, more sleep was...

Warmth...it's spreading...that's...so nice...

A dreamy sigh escaped my lips as warmth continued to propagate around me.

"Oh!" A voice from my mind said, clear enough that it almost sounded verbal.

I shift a little, trying to ignore it. The voice in my head goes quiet, replaced by the sound of gentle hissing, like water hitting fabric. A smile spread across my lips as wetness spread around my legs. It felt great, like presure given way to pleasure, or like relaxing a muscle after using it excessively, or like...using the bathroom...

Wait a minute.

Against my initial wishes, I opened my eyes as my insticts started to tell me that something was very wrong. Immediately my surroundings were unfamiliar. I wasn't in my room anymore. In fact, I don't recognize this place at all.

Then, I felt it: that wasn't water I was hearing. That was me peeing. I was wetting the bed while awake. I shoved a hand to my crotch instinctively, but all that served to do it moisten my hand as the stream kept flowing. I tried to stop as best as I could, managing to pinch off the flow of urine, although the damage was already done. The warmth I felt wasn't entirely gone, but now my face was starting to turn red at the realization.

"Oh dear, do I make you feel that relaxed~" The voice from earlier, very much not in my head, remarked.

now that I was more awake, I could recognize the voice and its owner, and my face flushed even harder. I now knew why I felt like I was being hugged: because I was, by none other than Senadina, who I have now just peed on. "O-oh no. Sena, I didn't mean-" I stammered while I tried to get up to apologize. We were close friends, very close, but this felt like crossing a line. But when I tried to get up, Sena kept her hold on me.

"Hey, hey, it's okay! You just had an accident, that's all! I know how tricky dream toilets can be, trust me." Sena said in her usual, borderline uncanny chipper way.

"But...it's unhygienic. Even though I make sure to stay hydrated, and urine starts off sterile, urinating the bed is-is" I was going to say 'childish', but I felt Sena shift her grip on me, turning me around to face her. I half expect to see a look of pity on her face, but instead I saw something more akin to endearment. It was hard to tell without my glasses on.

"It was an accident, just like how you accidentally ended up in my bed 20 minutes ago. Just like how we first met, remember?" She said, a slight smile on her face despite the predicament.

"Yeah, I remember..." I replied, shame still in my voice, electing to ignore the fact she was snuggling with me for nearly half an hour.

She hugged me closer, causing a spurt of leftover urine to escape, not like she could tell.

"Life is full of accidents, so why should we be embarrassed by them? I like our accidents." She said sagely, as if this knowledge had been passed down for centuries.

I understood what she was getting at, but her lack of social awareness was still peaking through. "That's...not the same-" I was cut off by a boop on my nose and a giggle from Sena.

"You think too much. What if I just like spending time with you, hmm? Even if it's...messy"

I felt a new blush rise. Leave it to Senadina to find a way to turn me wetting her bed into an opportunity to flirt. I let out a deep sigh as I give up trying to argue. "...can I use your shower?"

"Of course!" She replied happily, but a bit of hesitancy lingered in her voice as I felt her shift around.

"What's wrong Sena?" I asked, hoping that she suddenly changed her mind about the situation.

"Ohh, It's nothing, just...can I use the toilet before you shower? I would have gone 20 minutes ago, but..."

"Eh? Oh, I see..."

#omorashi #pee kink #fandom omo #omo writing #honkai omorashi #I am so tired #But I must write pee #I wish this was me rn

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thebadboyfanclub · 4 years ago

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You Can Do Better (Rio x Reader)

Requested by anon, i’ve posted this for the third time and tumblr is being a fucking asshole to the point were i’m thinking of quitting this since every week I get a new way of them hiding my works. Enjoy it while it lasts

T.W. mentioning of attempted rape

(Y/n) had been Micks neighbor for a few months before the incident happened, this absolute dumpster was the only thing she could afford at the time, fresh out of college, in a foreign country without any family, but she was hoping to moving quickly. However, when Mick was coming home, he heard her screams and cries for help from the bottom of the stairs, he had seen her once or twice, even baked him cookies when he first moved in, she was nice and a quiet neighbor.

He found (y/n) being held down by two men in masks and one of them try to rape her, she was begging and screaming, he almost acted on instict when he shot the guy in the back, the other tried to attack him and he also ended up with a bullet in between his eyes. (Y/n) thanked him and Mick had to stop her from calling the police. Instead they called Rio. He was met with two dead bodies, A girl in her torn pajamas shaking and crying and Mick trying to calm her down.

“Those motherfuckers”

Was all he said, it didn’t take a genius to figure out what had gone down, Rio was a criminal and balls deep in despicable things, yet he was proud to say he had never laid hands on a woman nor a child. He kneeled in front of her, took a good look at her eyes, her entire body shaking as she looked at him, you could sense the trauma she had been through.

Rio had heard of her when Mick told him about this little girl next door that baked him cookies as a welcoming gift, he recalled how his friend laughed when he mentioned that the girl asked him his opinion about the next tattoo she wanted to get. Now this happy light hearted girl was replaced because two men thought they are superior.

“Hi sweetheart, I understand this is hard, we will take care of everything alright? You trust us?”

“I had locked the door, I was sleeping”

“I know sweetheart, it wasn’t your fault. We’ll take care of you ok?”

“Thank you”

Since Mick had vouched for her and Rio had seen her at her worst they felt obligated to take her under their wings, maybe even help her earn a little more money, get a good car, pay her bills comfortably, that sort of stuff. Until one day she asked to do more, get initiated

“Mama this isn’t the playground, we ain’t playing cops and robbers”

“I know, but you said I am learning quickly, why not teach me more?”

“Why you wanna do this? All of a sudden you feel like being a gangster? You were shaking in your shoes a few months ago”

“I’m done being your little child Rio, I want to hold my own. I will do this with or without you”

Rio looked at her with a serious face. She was growing, becoming fearless, ruthless, he had seen it coming, she was picking up more slack, asking more questions, she wanted to prove herself.

“You’re threating me mama?”

“And what if I am?”

She quickly not only proved herself, she became one of his most valuable members, she was his secret weapon, nobody would suspect a young little hotel receptionist being linked to them. She worked twice as hard and smarter than most if not all his men, advised him wisely and was always cool, calm and collected, she worked best under pressure. Scared little (y/n) felt like had never even happened, she was his soldier now, she had Micks status and Mick couldn’t be more proud, he had a soft spot for her.

“Hey mister policeman, Have some room for another criminal?”

She joked as she leaned at the door of her car, waiting for the new little boy toy to get out of the police station. Now the normal question is why is (y/n) around a police man, there is a two part answer to that. Great lover and also great cover, she was his little thing, so nobody would dare blame you for any crime, the girl of the police man being a gangster? it sounded like a joke.

“Depends on what crime we are talking about miss”

“I can think of a few, we can put those handcuffs to use”

As he approached her she smiled and took off her sunglasses. She looked amazing in her blue loose ripped jeans and a simple oversized white t shirt, a chain necklace around her neck and some nice rings on her fingers as her hair fell in front of her breasts, wearing a pair of high heels to style it up.

How you doing gorgeous?”

“Oh you know, thriving and surviving. How about you, I thought you had a day off today”

“Yes but I got assigned to a new case”

“Ohhhh should I be concerned? any criminal on the loose?”

“Not really, we are trying to find a link for this Rio guy”

Jackpot, this couldn’t have gone better. She tried to contain her smile and leaned back on the door, acting like nothing had happened.

“Oh I think you’ve mentioned him before, what did he do now?”

“Lots of things but motherfucker always slips away, chief thinks he has someone on the inside”

“Like a dirty cop?”

“Yes, so he wants me to look into it”

“Look at you, leading a case... Sexy”

The guy smiled at her, he was completely fooled and hooked. She hadn’t told anyone about her plan of seducing him to get information, she didn’t need to up until this point, yet what she did not calculate was Rio seeing her outside the police station talking to a fucking cop, the outmost enemy and being all close and cozy to him, acting all buddy buddy in broad daylight.

“I’m glad you like it miss”

“There’s a lot of things I like about you baby, anyway I have to go, I have a shift to clock in to”

“I’ll see ya later?”

“Maybe. Bye handsome”

At that (Y/n) got in her car and drove away. Rio was pissed, the girl he trusted and the girl he wanted was flirting with a policeman, how could she? He trusted her, taught her everything he knew, gave her everything with generosity and she was becoming a cops whore? Of course it wasn’t just about flirting with a cop, it was flirting with someone that wasn’t him.(Y/n) was a charming woman, he found her extremely attractive and she was even better now with the confidence she had gained over time, she was a woman he craved, the woman he wanted to have on his side, a queen that could hold the keys to his kingdom. Now all this was slowly shattering, no there had to be an explanation and he couldn’t wait to hear it.

Of course he could not just appear at her workplace, she was gracious enough to arrange a room for him incognito when Beth shot him, yet they had to act like strangers so all he could do was wait for her.

“Hey boss, sorry I’m late I had to take care of a few things”

“Like that cop friend of yours?”

She had barely closed the door of his office before he blurred it out, he had this whole plan of making her confess by herself, except when he saw her he lost control. Betrayal and confusion clouded his mind, as she stood there a bit dumbfounded for a quick moment before smirking at him.

“Stalking much?”

“I like to make sure my people are in line”

“Really? Is that why Beth is still walking around unharmed?”

He knew how much that had shook her up, (Y/n) took care of him almost as good as the doctor, she stayed with him until he fell asleep, helped him renew his bandages and anything else he needed, even though she never said it he was aware she was extremely concerned for him and he was grateful for her care, which made it even more complicated considering the fact that he was slowly becoming more addicted to her, needing and wanting more than she gave him.

“Let’s just cut to the shit, what were you doing there?”

“Talking”

“Talking? to a cop? what is this (y/n) huh?”

She sat in the chair calmly, any normal person would have either shit their pants or told him what they were planning right away. (Y/n) on the other hand found this amusing, she had grown tired of him doing things without considering the danger he was putting himself, especially when it came to Beth and the others, if it was anyone else they would have been six feet under the second Rio opened his eyes, now he had cut them in once again and had almost gotten Boss status.

“Yes, one of your little ladies is married to a cop, what’s the issue with me talking then?”

“Last time I check you ain’t never flapped your gums to a fed”

“I don’t flap my gums Rio, I have conversations and if you really want to know he is my new boy toy. He also was the one that told me about your case, how the fuck do you think I got the information? By holding interviews?”

Rio didn’t know how to feel, she was still working for him, had used her privilege to get information for him that had saved him a lot of money, however the whole “boy toy” thing did not sit well, she liked him, she gave him her time and even though she was stringing him along, she still had him in her life.

“You did what you were supposed to do and you got rewarded, so why you still talking to him”

“Don’t start the bullshit Rio, I’m not your daughter nor your girl so why do you care who am i fucking with”

“Where’s your fucking respect to your boss (y/n)?”

“Respect? how about where’s the respect for yourself? You let the suburban moms do whatever the fuck they are doing and I’m getting shit for having sex and getting you info from the feds?”

He was pushing it, he knew that and he didn’t care, it was time to reveal his cards and she was going to do the same, whether she liked it or not. Rio leaned back on his chair, his hand rubbing his chin as he looked at her, sitting there and looking right back at him, she wasn’t lying he knew that, she had a point for the suburban moms and she had expressed her disapproval for the little thing that was going on between him and Beth. What he did not understand was if she didn’t like it cause she was a tad bit jealous or because it fucked with their money and reputation?

“You are something else you know that?”

“Yet you still question my methods, if I remember correctly I wasn’t the one that planted three bullets in you”

“You are scared of losing me mama?”

She did not respond, she just turned and looked away from him. Of course (y/n) had picked up his little flirty remarks from time to time, she would be lying to herself if she didn’t admit she had thought of how he would be in bed, how his embrace would feel, his raspy voice was enough to start fantasies enough to make a book.

“Let’s say I am, what are you scared of Rio? Why do you care who I’m sleeping with?”

“He is a cop”

“A handsome cop, I’m sure you noticed how nicely that uniform was on him, let me tell you it’s even better when he sweats”

“I don’t need to hear it”

“Why? Does it bother you Christopher?”

She raised herself from the seat and placed her hands on the desk, leaning closer to him and making her breasts show just enough as her back curved in a perfect little S, she focused in his eyes as her tongue went over her upper lip. Rio got closer to her, his hand reached her face, as he held on to the side of her head and his thumb went over the lower lip.

“You’re not for him mama”

“Why not?”

“A woman like you is not for no goody two shoes, you can do better”

“Really? like who?”

They could feel each others breaths, their faces were almost touching as they both spoke in whispers, this conversation was not meant for no one else, they didn’t even have to speak as their body language was saying everything it needed to be said. She felt her breath become more swallow, his scent was getting her a tad bit flustered and so was hers to him.

He wanted to take her right here and then, just the idea of her naked body was enough to drive him wild, her hair was so soft he could only imagine them stuck on her face from the sweat, the most amazing part was her lips, soft and full that made his mind go wild with the need to feel them in his lips and his body, the doors to her moans.

“I can show you better than I can tell you”

“Let’s get it then boss”

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paperanddice · 3 years ago

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The legend of the Tigerclaws says their first leader, Hota Swiftstripe, was hunting near a glacier when he encountered a sabertooth tiger larger than any he'd ever seen before. Taller than a dragon and more fearsome, the tiger immediately challenged Hota with a roar and the battle began.

Hota was a strong warrior, but he was no match for the tiger's might. It tore out the warrior's eye and left him with four long scars down his face. He was a clever warrior as well though, and lured the tiger onto ice too thin to carry its weight so that it plunged into the freezing cold water of a mountain river. Watching the great cat thrash about helplessly Hota felt pity for it and knew he could not let it die, and so used his spear to help the tiger back to shore alive.

The great cat spoke to Hota. "I am the spirit Hunter of Winter, whom no mortal has ever bested. Now we are kin, for you bear the mark of my claw and live. As long as you roam free and hunt the wilds, the strongest of your descendants shall bear my spirit within them so that they might overcome all challenges as you have overcome me." Thus the shifters of the Tigerclaw caste came to be, and so long as the Tigerclaw remain free Hunter of Winter's spirit will continue to grant them power.

Originally from the 4e Monster Vault: Threats to the Nentir Vale. This post came out a week ago on my Patreon. If you want to get access to all my monster conversions early, as well as access to my premade adventures and other material I'm working on, consider backing me there!

5th Edition

Tigerclaw Scout Medium humanoid (shifter), chaotic neutral Armor Class 15 (leather) Hit Points 65 (10d8 + 20) Speed 30 ft. Str 14 (+2) Dex 18 (+4) Con 15 (+2) Int 10 (+0) Wis 17 (+3) Cha 10 (+0) Skills Athletics +4, Perception +5, Stealth +6 Senses passive Perception 15 Languages Common Challenge 3 (700 XP) Charge (1/Turn). If the scout moves at least 20 feet straight toward a target and then hits it with a melee attack on the same turn, the target takes an extra 7 (2d6) damage and must succeed on a DC 14 Constitution saving throw or lose 3 (1d6) hit points at the start of each of its turns due to a bleeding wound. Each time the target takes this extra damage, the damage dealt by the wound increases by 3 (1d6). The target can repeat the saving throw at the end of each of its turns, ending all bleeding on itself on a success. Any creature can take an action to stanch the wound with a successful DC 10 Wisdom (Medicine) check. The wound also closes if the target receives magical healing. Razorclaw Shifting (1/Short Rest). As a bonus action, the scout can shift to a more bestial apperance. The scout gains 12 temporary hit points, and its speed increases by 10 feet and opportunity attacks against the scout are made with disadvantage. These effects last for 1 minute, or until the scout dies. Actions Multiattack. The scout makes two melee attacks. Light Pick. Melee Weapon Attack: +6 to hit, reach 5 ft., one target. Hit: 7 (1d6+4) piercing damage. Reactions Wild Instict. When a hostile creature moves into a position where it is flanking the scout, the scout can move up to 10 feet without provoking opportunity attacks.

13th Age

Tigerclaw Scout 3rd level troop [humanoid] Initiative: +9 Light Fang +9 vs. AC - 8 damage, or 10 damage if the scout wasn’t engaged with the target at the start of its turn Sabertooth Strike +8 vs. PD (two attacks, each against a different target) - 5 damage Natural 18+: The target also takes 5 ongoing damage (easy save ends). Limited Use: 1/battle, recharges if no target is hit by this attack. Razerclaw Flurry: While staggered the scout gains a +5 bonus to disengage checks. Wild Instinct: 1/round, as an interrupt action, when an enemy engages the scout while the scout is already engaged with another enemy, it can make a disengage check as a free action. AC 19 PD 17 MD 13 HP 42

#D&D #dnd #dungeons and dragons #5th edition #13th age #homebrew #my homebrew #monster #NPC #humanoid #dnd cr 3 #13th age level 3 #long post

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synteis · 4 years ago

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Musings on Javert and Valjean in the 1987 Les Mis performance

Ever since I was introduced to the 1987 recording starring Colm Wilkinson as Jean Valjean and Terrence Mann as Javert, I've wanted to do a write up. First, this is the result of discussions with several people including @pureanonofficial, @everyonewasabird, @fremedon and especially @iammagicfishhook who I originally discussed all of this with. Second, I really recommend finding some of this recording. MiserableMoments and aurora spiderwoman on Youtube have most of it posted if you look for it.

I should say that I love a lot of performances but I do think this one is pretty special. This is the OBC and Terrence Mann and Colm Wilkinson both originated these roles. Terrence Mann is not the best vocalist to ever play Javert but wow can he act! He manages to pull out so many emotions which change over the course of all of his lines. You can totally chart his character's journey by tone alone. I'm sure everyone reading this is familiar with Colm's incredible performance as Jean Valjean but it's worth noting that Terrence brings out some aspect of Colm's Jean Valjean that I'm not used to hearing.

Terrence's Javert is so perfectly sassy and dramatic, in much the same way that he is in the book. His Javert is consciously being upright and knows he has dramatic music and uses it all to create the impression he's after. He's a snob and he instictively wants to talk back to Valjean even when he's under the guise of Madeleine.

Onto specific song analysis:

Runaway Cart: One of my favourite details is how tenderly Javert says "Jean Valjean" in this song and others. It's always when Javert isn't talking (knowingly) to Valjean himself. It happens later in Paris too both in The Robbery as well as Stars. Catching Jean Valjean feels like a fundamental part of Javert that he's precious about. It reminds me of how in the Brick, Javert will talk out loud to himself where anyone could hear if they cared to listen.

Another thing I love in this song is how it's super clear that even disguised, they effortlessly get on each other's nerves, especially in this song. They both almost toy with the other. It's like a side of them only comes out when the other person is around and it's their more animal/bagne self.

Confrontation: Mann's Javert brings out the desperation from Colm's Valjean. We open the song with Valjean begging Javert to give him three days to rescue Cosette. It is so moving to me that in spite of what he knows of Javert, you can still hear the small kernel of hope in Valjean's voice. But of course, Javert crushes that hope very quickly and the intensity ramps up very fast in the aftermath of that. We really see a transition from Monsieur Madeleine to Jean Valjean, convict/Jean Le Cric over the course of the song as Valjean becomes more inclined towards that violent, more institual self. But then Valjean subdos Javert and pulls himself togetehr to talk to Fantine's soul and he is bac to being himself. Fish pointed out that you can feel the pride that Javert feels at that violence/threat because it justifies his belief that a con can't become a lawful man. They harmonize for the last note of this song and it's glorious.

The Robbery Javert is at his #1 most dramatic and sassy here, especially at his entrance.

Stars Stars is a real masterpiece in Terrence Mann's hands. He's not in a good place when his Javert sings this song. When he sings "Lord let me find him," you get that tenderness again only this time it's contrasted by the immediate followup of "I will see him safe behind bars" which is sung completely differently. you get the feeling that there's this internal tenderness that has attached itself to Jean Valjean (or to catching him at least) which is protected by Javert's understanding of law/justice/social hierarchy but that it still pokes out ocassionally.

More specifically the layers are as follows, from the inside out that small tenderness and then the hatred of his past and people like him then the protocol and rules and at the top, the snark and diva qualities

Upon These Stones Terrence Mann pulls out a whole new voice as a spy. Instead of being very rhytmic and stoccato, it's been smoothed out but such that you can still feel the underlying desire/emotion through it. He sounds like a bad liar which is perfect for his character. Further than that, in trying to not sound like himself, he is uncomfortable. He's a spy not a double agent. He's used to observing, not to influencing and it shows!

First Attack Thie exchange where Valjean frees Javert has so much oing on. We get Valjean being initially measured but Javert just explodes at him. He's at his most feral here. It's also clear that he tries to preempt into own explosion and he mostly succeeds at that. When he goes "your life is safe in my hands," it sounds like he's talking under his breath so that the students don't hear him admitting that he definitely won't be killing Javert. Javert's response to all of this is confusion. Meanwhile, Madeleine/Valjean is just getting more worked up. When Mann's Javert says, "once a thief forever a thief," you can tell that he's trying to convince himself and that he's already derailing. He shows immediate tenderness at, "you would trade your life for mine" and then he gets it under control again once he realizes Valjean could be trying to make a deal. But this leads to Valjean's wonderful monologue where he attempt pass the bishop's message down to Javert.

Javert's Suicide I love that upon seeing Javert, Valjean's immediate reaction is to lose it. He's had a crazy long day and he's just carried a grown man through the sewers. It is such a human moment. Valjean just can't w Javert anymore, he's just frustrated that nothing reaches him ever (so he thinks). Meanwhile, they've definitely reached Javert which is why he isn't being himself. You can hear the his verbal parrying is duller and that his voice is softer. More so than that, the "lying voice" is back when he says "I will waiting 24601" but Valjean makes no sign of noticing.

This piece contains a huge range of emotions. At some moments he sounds like he's about to cry and then he can sound like he's yelling. Durong the soft part his voice shakes like when he says, "it was his right" (to kill me). You can tell he's already at the stage where he knows emotionally he's been mistaken this whole time but he's not mentally processed that yet. I don't always feel this way, but it really feels like if Valjean had shown up, this Javert would have cried at his feet

#les mis #javert #jean valjean #cw self-harm #cw suicide #1987 les mis #Terrence mann #Colm wilkinson #les mis obc

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r6shippingdelivery · 4 years ago

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Hello again!

Hope this finds you well, still( what , with the shite weather- one year later and still rainy with a chance of COVID...)

The new cinematic dropped and the situation is somehow worse than I thought. Harry’s got his job cut out for him.

In other news, Ash punched Kali- any idea what the imediate aftermath would be? The whole thing looked close to an outright brawl.

Thought on Flores? Personally I love the guy. 😊

Hey there!

The cinematic was great, I enjoyed it a lot despite having a couple of issues in general (like having the same characters as always in the spotlight). And ooh boy, Harry made a choice that backfired rather espectacularly, didn’t it? He thought having Nitehaven there would be okay, and that tension wouldn’t reach an all time high during this extremely competitive scenario. And lemme be clear here: I totally understand Ash punchin Kali, and I think Kali had it coming 🤷 I loved that while Kali is giving her spiel about how “good reaction time and insticts can’t be bought” both Thatcher and Finka are already looking at her like they can’t believe their ears and the kind of bullshit she’s saying especially cause Kali is in her elite set, which in the Nitehaven comic she sold it as the best tech money could buy and would help her be even better, like c’mon. The all out brawl was avoided, but the operators are clearly divided. Either Harry exerts his authority and reminds Nitehaven they are under Rainbow’s authority and can’t do whatever the hell they want, or the team will get more and more fractured by this disruptive element (Nitehaven, and Kali in particular being the boss of the organization). And Harry seems as capable of exerting authority as I am capable of flying.

I’ve seen little of Flores, just the preliminary report from Gridlock. But yes, my initial impression of him is that I love him already, and that he’s going to be an interesting addition to the team! Can’t wait to read his bio in full 👀

#rainbow 6 siege #r6s #rainbow six siege #like-wathever

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miracleofforgiveness · 3 years ago

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The Miracle Of Forgiveness

I intended to share this tale with all of you. As a trainee of A Course In Miracles, one of my goals is to check out each moment as a chance to practice mercy. I had one of those minutes the other day. This was a refined, yet extremely concrete experience of the power of forgiveness in our day-to-day lives. I had simply finished my night with the band I deal with on a regular basis in Las Vegas. A customer had tossed a $100 chip up onto the phase as a pointer.( Nice!) I went to the gambling enterprise cage to cash in this chip so the band could divide it up. As I was waiting in line, an additional guy came up and merely walked right in front of me. He did not look my method, he simply acted as if I was undetectable, and also proceeded to stand in front of me. My initial instict is, like, "uh, you are NOT going to reduce in front of me, pal", as well as I started obtaining all strained as well as red in the face and also all that. As well as this person, that cut, after that was whining to himself about how long it was taking in the line!! "Oh, guy what are they doing back there, oh, begin !!" Geez.acim youtube But after that I kept in mind the Course and what it states, so I thought of taking a look at this situation in a different way. I believed, what does it matter if he goes initially anyways? Is it going to kill me if I wait an additional 30 secs to cash in this chip which I was lucky enough to enter the top place? You understand, possibly this man just wagered away his whole house or something! So, I allow it go, as well as I loosened up. Something fantastic occurred. Not more than 2 secs afterwards thought, this man transformed, looked directly at me, and also took his place in line behind me! I was surprised. This mercy stuff truly functions. Similar to the Course instructs, if you pick to see points in a different way, you WILL. Love and Forgiveness, Jamie Jamie Hosmer is a supporter of health conscious eating and also living, including proper nourishment, diet regimen as well as excercise. Jamie's mission is to help enlighten people on how they can come to be healthier and happier.

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dancingkirby · 5 years ago

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Azula Week Day 3: Friendship

Summary: Old lady Azula invites Old lady Katara over for tea, and the former speaks her mind. @azulaweek

It was strange, being old. Azula had thought of herself as “late middle age” for as long as she possibly could, but now that she was seventy, there could be no more putting off the inevitable. The process of aging was readily apparent externally, of course. Whenever she looked in the mirror, she saw her nearly-white hair, the wrinkles that marred her once flawless complexion, and the prominent veins and arthritic joints in her hands. What she felt on the inside, however, was more complicated. In many ways, she still felt fourteen, just with fifty-six years’ experience.

One by one, the companions of her youth had met their own destinies. Mai had been dead for nearly ten years now, felled by an assassin’s blade while walking in the garden. Although Azula had not been there to witness it personally, the rumor was that the Fire Lady’s last words had been, “Well, that’s ironic.” Ty Lee, on the other hand, was very much alive. After her groundbreaking work in trauma therapy, many books and papers published, and countless accolades, she had moved to Ember Island for her retirement.

Many of her half-siblings had had distinguished careers as well. Ruanyu had been living in Republic City for decades, and for a time had served as the Fire Nation’s representative in the United Republic Council. Chun, true to Azula’s initial insticts, was the incumbent Minister of Education. Kiyi, however, preferred a more private life with her six children and numerous grandchildren.

Life at the palace was quite staid these days. Zuko, in his widowerhood, liked his books and meditation and tea. He had even mentioned that he might abdicate at some point in the future. Azula had difficulty finding things to keep herself occupied, since her body could no longer endure the hours of grueling firebending practice that had filled her days in her youth. Sometimes, things got so boring that Talent Night was the highlight of her week.

So when Azula heard that her old nemesis Katara was going to visit the Caldera to attend a seminar on healing firebending, she invited her to tea. That was what old ladies did, after all, even if they didn’t particularly like each other. Currently, they were sitting in the tea room decked out in all the proper regalia, appraising each other as servants whisked the tea and laid out the sweets.

Once everyone else had slipped out of the room, Azula leaned forward in her chair (since there was no way their old bones would tolerate kneeling on a tatami mat for extended periods of time), and said, “So. How are things?”

“Quiet,” Katara replied. “I moved back South to be with my daughter after Aang died. It’s harder to find things to do now that he’s gone. I’m still practicing as a midwife and healer, though; that helps fill my days. And we have neighbors, cute young couple, who hire me to babysit their little girl sometimes. It’s strange, because I could swear…”

She broke off abruptly. Azula waited for a few seconds before prompting, “Yes?”

“It’s…it’s nothing. Just a weird feeling,” Katara said before taking a sip of her own tea. Age-related memory hiccup, perhaps? Azula had plenty of experience with those. Or something else..? At any rate, it was clear that Katara would say no more on this subject.

“My days are similarly quiet,” Azula ultimately offered. “My husband has become quite the distinguished elder diplomat. Kazuo looks to follow in his footsteps. His wife is Botan; she’s from a lesser noble family. And they have three daughters: Emi is almost six, Taeko is three, and the baby is Zula. My namesake.” She smirked.

“I don’t have any grandchildren yet myself,” Katara admitted. “There have been…obstacles. But I’m still hopeful.”

They managed to sustain a discussion of harmless topics such as these for much longer than Azula had thought possible. All the while, Azula observed this woman who she hadn’t seen in decades. The waterbender appeared happy enough with this chat; nevertheless, there did seem something...off about her.

Finally, as they were getting around to concluding their get-together, Azula decided to speak up.

“You’ve changed,” she declared as she popped the last daifuku into her mouth.

Katara seemed perplexed. “Haven’t we all?”

Azula was quiet for a few moments, pondering how to phrase her next words while making sure to chew thoroughly so as not to choke on the sticky rice.

“You seem defeated,” she eventually stated. “You’re not the proud, passionate girl who…who bested me in combat all those years ago. Nor even the woman who held her own against me in a different sort of way while I was in labor. It seems as if…you have no idea how to function now that your husband had died.”

“I loved him!” Katara protested. So the girl she had been hadn’t been completely erased after all.

Azula waved a hand and replied, “I’m sure you did. And I’m sure that he reciprocated. But just because you love someone, doesn’t mean that you can’t maintain an identity of your own. Now that I’m thinking about it, I saw warning signs of this as far back as the search for my mother. Almost everything you said was ‘Aang this,” or ‘Sweetie that.’ And the times the Avatar came visiting, he brought only his youngest son, never the older two. You let your husband play favorites with the children when you’ve seen first-hand what that can do? You were powerful, you were independent, and you threw it all away.”

Katara was dumbstruck for several seconds. Nevertheless, she was able to regather her wits and retort, “Wow, I didn’t know that you cared so much about my wellbeing, Azula.”

“Yes! Keep that up!” Azula exclaimed, the edge of her flowing sleeve coming dangerously close to knocking her teacup off the table. “Don’t let anyone make you feel small…not even me! You are not only Katara-the-wife, or Katara-the-mother. You are Katara!” After this, she had to pause to catch her breath.

“I’ve always been the mothering type,” Katara pointed out. “Just ask Toph.”

“But that’s not all you were.”

“I suppose…I…Well, I want to just say you’re wrong, but it’s not…not entirely, at least. There were times where I felt—” She shook her head. “I can’t quite put it into words yet. Where did you learn how to do all that anyway?”

“One of the perks of having a best friend who’s arguably the most famous psychologist on the planet,” Azula said airily. “And she would have told you the same thing. Probably would have been nicer about it, though.”

“At least you gave me something to think about. So…thank you?” Katara ventured as she rose from her chair. Azula rang for a servant to escort her out.

“Perhaps we should do this again someday,” she stated. “That was the most excitement I’ve had since that mongoose lizard got loose in the palace last year.” Upon seeing Katara’s confused expression, she added, “I guess you had to be there.”

“Right. Well…I think I’d like that. Doing this again, I mean.” At that moment, the servant arrived, and Katara left. And now everything was boring again.

#azulaweek2020 #azula #atla #katara #i like that this is exactly 1200 words #waiting until after work to post was torture #The OCs mentioned at the beginning will play a bigger role in my third and final fic for this week

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Hi! May I have a romantic heaven box BNHA matchup, please? :)

I'm Flo, a 19 years old bisexual girl.

Appearance: I'm 164 cm(~5'3) tall, with slim, kinda athletic body. I have medium long brown hair and same coloured deer-eyes(probably most attractive part on me), I also wear eyesglasses. I have thin mouth unfortunately. Also, I have a tiny little scar above my right eyebrow(I opened our car's door on my head years ago lolol), it's barely visible. I'm vain and always dress like a lady: so dresses and skirts, I have a classy, elegant or cute style, depends on my daily outfit. I wear light makeup, but not all the time.

Personality: Ambiverted, Virgo with Leo ascendant and Pisces moon. Slytherpuff. Needless to say, these already represent how confusingly dual my personality is. My behaviour constatntly changes, depending on who I am with: I try to sell myself, being two-faced, wearing a mask(sometimes I appear to be talkative, other times full-stoic), but to people I really do love, I'm quite blunt. Most of the time I'm caring and relatively kind person(but can be an asshole&harsh if tired emotionally). Highly critical, opinionated and rational-thinker, and I usually analyze everything: movies, books, other people, myself. HATE small talk, I always want to talk about some deep shit, sharing my opinions, thougts(only if you ask for it). Enjoy debating. Also, I'm the REALLY clumsy, like clumsy af and I have an invincible talent in getting myself into the most embarrassing, cringe situations. Hate appearing to be weak or crying in front of others(I never do), and generally I can get melancolic and depressed easily. I don't really trust even my loved ones, I always hide my deepest emotional(or whatever) issues, I just can't stand the fact being emotionally vulnerable. Also, I bottle up feelings well. But I can be soft sometimes which suprises people. One of my best friends said, I am suprising, always doing something unpredicted. Additionally, I stress over something all the time. About my humour, it's kinda ironic, dark, morbid, troll-ish; roasting, teasing people 24/7. Don't worry, despite my sometimes serious act, I can be a total dumb idiot. Selfish, vain, lazy, snobbish hahah. Quite liberal, and I almost never judge people, I mind my own buisness. When I can talk about something I love or just sharing my opinion, I am passionate and be ready for a LONG rambling. Oh, I love alcohol and going out with friends, also I smoke those occassions. Plus, I have god-like hands, everyone told me that I could earn money bc of my massaging skills(I just know by instict how to touch people lol). Oh, and I daydream and zone out a lot. I love going out and drink alcohol with my friends(and sometimes somoke too), the drunken me can be a real asshole, but also hugs out of the blue, I get softer. Oh, and I curse fucking much, I have a disgustingly flithy mouth, bc of my rather innocent appearance and behavior ppl are suprised how much is... cruse.

Relationship: I don't really have a 'type' but I get bored easily: I takes a lot for me to really like in long-term a person, so I fall easier for complex and charismatic ones(but like I said, I can fall for other personalities too!!). I'm a quite difficult person to be with and to love, so I'm suprisingly flexible in a relationship. Only thing I need and without it wouldn't work at all: DEEP CONVOS AND SOME INTELLECT. Also, I have a quite roasting-bullying type humour, so my lover should understand and being able to handle that. Anyways, I'm not much of a PDA person(but I don't mid handholding, short hugs etc. if my partner really want to), and not romantic at all(also cannot flirt hehe), and for a long time I can be bit distant. Love language is words of affirmation&quality time, and if I have to express my feelings I'm best with acts of service. I love cuddling, ppl are suprised when I initiate hugs but tbh I love physical affection. I'm probably more likely the 'friend' lover. I need a lot, lot, lot alone time.

Hobbies/Likes: classical literature, theatre, politics, hiking, sightseeing, mysteries, reading about disappearances(crimes), trying out new things, yoga, running, horse riding, table tennis, listening to music, cats, thunderstorms, rainy days, cider, tequila

Music taste: Oh man, MIXED. I listen to literally everything except techno, it depends on my mood honestly. But if I had to say something, I think indie, alternative rock, electronic and psychedelic songs are the closest to me, but I've grown to listen more and more rap. Most of the songs are depressive as fuck, I mean I can be at my happiest, but I'd still listen some dark shit. But still, I enjoy pop(2000s pop at parties FUCK YEAH), jazz. Also, some occassions all my ears and mind need is some good ol' classical music. Some faves: Tame Impala, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Jack Stauber, Fink and some Hungarian bands that no one knows unfortunately. :(

Sorry if I was too long and more sorry if I've already requested before(my brain just rots lol), then just ignore me, hehe~♡

Did you,,, did you just copy paste like 3/4 of who I am

Man when I was reading your persona I was going “RinRinRinRinRinRin-“ but I decided against it UwU

ALL IN ALL you honestly sound like my type of person?? Like deadass I’d wanna befriend you. Fuck them small talks tell me what you think of the expansion of the universe and let’s talk about what if drugs are illegal bc they make us perceive true reality-

I’m going to match you up with... Shindo!

This one is a Battle of Wits, I swear. You didn’t trust him a single bit when the two of you first met, no one even thought you’d ever become friends. Shindo could practically see the gears turning in your head and quite frankly he was impressed?? You’re a highly intelligent individual who was able to keep your guard up and seclude yourself from others while not appearing TOO unapproachable? Boy was whipped and he didn’t even realize it. While others thought you were sort of cold and pragmatic, he thought you were the most well-balanced human in the world.

You guys 100% had an enemies to lovers thing going on, but it was slightly different. YOU started off completely uninterested in him, but while he made you think the feeling was mutual, I think Shindo found himself gravitating towards you. You can bet he secretly celebrated every little victory and step forward he made with you. Boy did NOT let up.

I seriously think he’s entertaining enough for you to keep interest in him. Shindo is as two-faced as you are (if not more), and he WILL change his behaviour within a second to keep your interest (somehow no one noticed his habit of doing that when he was crushing on you?? SUSPICIOUS). Also not a big fan of small talk; if he’s interested in you, he wants to know how you tick. He wants to know what you enjoy, what you like and what you dislike. And when you tell him while trying to still keep an emotional distance from him, he takes it as a challenge. No, he doesn’t think your relationship is a game, but he does think it’s highly entertaining and interesting.

When you start softening up to him, he won’t even grow bored. He’s worked so hard to get close to you and it finally pays off and he’s so happy??

But he won’t ever initiate PDA, just because he too has an image to uphold lmao if others don’t personally know you they’d never know y’all are falling for each other.

Songs!!

- One of My Turns, Pink Floyd (“don’t look so frightened this is just a passing phase one of my bad days” just hits different for the two of you?? I’m not saying your relationship is toxic bc it really isn’t but the VIBE is there)

- Do I Wanna Know?, Arctic Monkeys

- Dollar Days, David Bowie

- You Give Love A Bad Name, Bon Jovi

#mha matchup #bnha matchup #mha #bnha #shindo yo

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paradise-creator · 4 years ago

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Hi! May I have a romantic heaven box BNHA matchup, please? :)

I'm Flo, a 19 years old bisexual girl.

Personality: Ambiverted, Virgo with Leo ascendant and Pisces moon. Needless to say, these already represent how confusingly dual my personality is. My behaviour constatntly changes, depending on who I am with: I try to sell myself, being two-faced, wearing a mask(sometimes I appear to be talkative, other times full-stoic), but to people I really do love, I'm quite blunt. Most of the time I'm caring and relatively kind person(but can be an asshole&harsh if tired emotionally). Highly critical, opinionated and rational-thinker, and I usually analyze everything: movies, books, other people, myself. HATE small talk, I always want to talk about some deep shit, sharing my opinions, thougts(only if you ask for it). Enjoy debating. Also, I'm the REALLY clumsy, like clumsy af and I have an invincible talent in getting myself into the most embarrassing, cringe situations. Hate appearing to be weak or crying in front of others(I never do), and generally I can get melancolic and depressed easily. I don't really trust even my loved ones, I always hide my deepest emotional(or whatever) issues, I just can't stand the fact being emotionally vulnerable. Also, I bottle up feelings well. But I can be soft sometimes which suprises people. One of my best friends said, I am suprising, always doing something unpredicted. Additionally, I stress over something all the time. About my humour, it's kinda ironic, dark, morbid, troll-ish; roasting, teasing people 24/7. Don't worry, despite my sometimes serious act, I can be a total dumb idiot. Selfish, vain, lazy, snobbish hahah. Quite liberal, and I almost never judge people, I mind my own buisness. When I can talk about something I love or just sharing my opinion, I am passionate and be ready for a LONG rambling. Oh, I love alcohol and going out with friends, also I smoke those occassions. Plus, I have god-like hands, everyone told me that I could earn money bc of my massaging skills(I just know by instict how to touch people lol). Oh, and I daydream and zone out a lot.

Sorry if I was too long, then just ignore me, hehe~

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The Haven box includes:

- Match up

- Sun drop

- Flashes of memory

- Such a loser

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I'd match you up with

Bakugou Katsuki, Dynamight

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Sun drops

- Honestly it took me a LONG time to think who you would match with

- There was Momo, Jiro, Denki, and Iida. I just couldnt pick

- But in the end, I choose my first option, Bakugou

- With Bakugou, one is never bored

- His sarcasm and snarky attitude can prove to be entertaining!

- Though he may not seem like it, Bakugou seem like a type of person that will never do small talk

- He's more of a listener tbh

- At first the relationship may be rough but in the end it all works out

- Bakugo is a complicated character, it's hard to read him and that's what makes it exciting

- He isn't into pda but in private, expect some INTIMATE times

- AGRESSIVE COMFORT

- He finds you so cute and entertaining whenever you tease/Bully other people

- ROAST COMPETITION NO CAP

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Flashes of memory

Bakugou: Oi, Dumass!

Requester: Yes?

Bakugou: I Fucking love you so stop being a Dumbass!

Requester: I love you too and I'M NOT A DUMBASS

Bakugo: Your MY dumb

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Random guy: *Flirts with requester*

Requester: *Is trying not to kill the man*

Bakugou: TAKE THAT YOU PIECE OF SHIT! DON'T FLIRT WITH MY IDIOT

Kirishima: Ah, here we go again--BAKUBRO DON'T KILL HIM

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Bakugo: OI, NERD

Requester: *ignores*

Bakugo: OI DUMBASS DONT IGNORE ME!

Requester: *Continues to ignore*

Bakugo: Fine! I'm sorry for gatting you mad

Requester: That wasn't so hard now is it?

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Such a loser

"Oi, I heard from Shittyhair you've been criticizing yourself to harshly again. What are you such a dumbass?" Bakugou yelled as she stomped his way towards his girlfriend. "And what if I am?" She replied as she looked away from her book. The brown haired girl was just peacefully reading in her dorm. Nothing much was really going on, she was just studying. She has the tendency to be harsh on herself. And with classmates like hers, it often happens. And as a Boyfriend, Bakugou thinks it's his responsibility and his problem that if his love is sad or hurt or insecure, he will make sure they are loved.

"Get off of the fucking floor and go to bed. We're gonna cuddle and you can't say no as an answer," Bakugo growled. The girl sighed and placed her book down, it's not like she wants to deny anyway. So they went to lay on the bed. Bakugo pulled her head on his chest and wrapped an arm around her." You idiot! Stop being harsh on yourself, dammit," He said as he placed his head on top of hers. "You are already perfect. That's why you got to shut taht pretty little mouth of yours and accept that you are," He added.

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Author's note

Hello there! Sorry for the wait, I was quite tired but here is the Haven box as requested.

#☁️matchup #anime #fanfic #fiction #bnha matchup #bnha bakugo katsuki #mha #mha bakugou #match ups #match up requests

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eth3real-ess3nce · 4 years ago

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omg me too!!! if you’re still doing the energy readings? please 👼🤍 my initial is Z, i’m a libra <3 thanks so much!!

hi Z ! :-). Honestly your energy is very youthful, you might be the most carefree person in a friend group & very caring, also the one who always laughs at silly jokes. Very curious as well. Very admirable way of dressing! I feel that you are a very compromising person when you’re arguing with someone, or you tend to stay away from fights as much as possible because you feel the need to keep the peace. especially with the people who matter the most to you. be careful not to compromise with disrespectful situationships though. I think your voice is very soothing, quite pleasant to hear, you might even have a good singing voice or absolutely love singing. You choose manners and politeness, always, and you’re very loved for that. People have an instict that they can trust you ,even strangers. You’re very sensitive, but I think you want to protect yourself more , and wish you appeared tougher than you do :~)

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steppenshe-wolf · 5 years ago

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Moses 🌊

do I like them: I don't like Moses, I adore him! I can't recall any other animated male that combines such gorgeous looks with such amazing personality. Moses is my favorite animated protagonist. No wonder why almost every character of the movie really liked him. 5 good qualities: - capable of big love and having healthy relationship, family-oriented, a caring partner, a great friend, unjealous and supportive. I usually dislike this popular kind of characters who are written as "uncaring of, unkind to most of people( especially strangers) but are very kind to their few close ones" trope. Young, pre-development Moses is an exception. I really admire Moses' empathy to Rameses, how Moses strongly wants Rameses to be happy and is willing to help him to achieve everything he wants instead of competing with him. Moses is a model brother to me. It's not Miriam or Aaron who represents familial love the best to me, it's Moses( even Tuya represents more compassion, maternal instict, while Moses represents strong love of close ones). If there is any trait Moses exhibits throughout entire movie, it's his family-orientedness and caring attitude towards close people. - graceful( aka dignified, poised), fair, not short-tempered. This is another trait of him I admire and envy. When Aaron accused Moses in selfishness, Moses aknowledged that what Aaron said is fair. While I believe that people should have all right to react at unfair treatment with hostility and resentment, it's very important to agree with fair criticism of oneself. Many people, even if they deep down feel remorse for something, may express anger at others for criticizing and not instantly forgiving them. Not many people are capable of poise Moses exhibited. I hope someday I will develop this important and beautiful ability. - self-critical, willing to improve himself. I really like that Moses has rather high expectations of himself. I don't completely agree with Jethro's response: I don't think Moses letting Tzipporah escape is particularly creditable. However, I do believe that by that point Moses is worth honoring, just for what Jethro doesn't know about: protecting Rameses from Seti. Also I admire that Moses managed to truly develop himself. - attached to his family and home, isn't very eager for changes, really values what he has. Yes, this point is different from first one. The first point was more about Moses being admirable, while this point is more about Moses being relatable. Many 90s animated protagonists( especially Disney princesses) were very dissastified with their initial life, were attracted to other worlds. To me, as to a person who is strongly attached to my birth family, homeland and culture I was raised in, seeing how much Moses is attached to his adoptive family and Egypt( as well as fact he decided to abandon them only after receiving a severe psychological trauma) is not only refreshing but also very relatable. All I Ever Wanted is a very impressive, heartbreaking and underrated musical number. Of all Prince of Egypt characters Moses, while not objectively most misfortunate, is the one empathize with the most. His story is really tragic. - mentally endurant. While I don't believe everyone has to be like him, while I would understand Moses if he were less mentally endurant, he dealt with so many traumas I would never be able to deal with in hundred years, he sacrificed what I would never be able to sacrifice. I would name much more qualities than these 5.

3 bad qualities: - weak-minded, conformistic, conventionalistic. I value free-thinking and Moses isn't much of free thinker. As long as he identified as Egyptian, he had very conventional morals and didn't question them. Tuya, most likely Egyptian by birth, seems to have more progressive mindset than Moses had before learning about his heritage( at least her reaction at Tzipporah falling in pool indicates this). - michievous, bad sense of humour( well, intitially). In my opinion better not having sense of humour than having very cruel one. As an Egyptian prince, Moses enjoyed joking an expense of others way too much.The worst thing he ever did in the movie was humiliating Tzipporah. - selfish to an extent( again, initially). Young Moses weirdly combines selflessness and selfishness. He is touchingly caring of his adoptive family but he can be rather uncaring of others. Young Moses definetely has what people call “extended selfishness” favourite episode/etc: hard to choose, he has way too many good moments but my favorite one was when he persuaded Seti to be soften towards Rameses. Very touching. otp: Moses/Tzipporah, Moses/Tzipporah, MOSES/TZIPPORAH. brotp: I guess with any who wouldn't take advantage of Moses' virtues. ot3: - notp: I can' think of anything really, maybe with a character I dislike. best quote: I like many of them but my favorite one will, "All he cares about is... is your approval. I know he will live up to your expectations. He only needs the opportunity." head canon: As a little kid, Moses reacted at being hurted or offended by Rameses by yelling "FAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!!!" He also sometimes mocked Rameses' size and eating habits( he most overheard what Seti said and parroted it). Later he started feeling remorse for this and apologized for this behavior more than once.

#moses #dreamworks #my favorite characters #asks #fandom asks

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hockeylvr59 · 6 years ago

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Promises || Auston Matthews

Requested: [ ] yes [x] no

Authors Note: When you go to lunch with your friend and return to his apartment to find a baby left outside everything changes. It’s an idea that has been plaguing my mind for the past few weeks. But wow putting it to paper it was a lot longer than I thought it would be.

Warnings: none

Word Count: 3,730

Song Title: This I Promise You - N’sync

A bright smile lit up your face as you walked down the Toronto street with Auston’s arm slung over your shoulders. You couldn’t help but rib him a little over the game last night and how he couldn’t just not score against your favorite team. He’d rolled his eyes but tugged your body closer to his to fend off the winter air.

You’d met Auston shortly after you arrived in Toronto for graduate school. It had taken every ounce of willpower to keep your cool because as a lifelong hockey fan you were more than aware of just how talented he was. He was attractive too, but it never once crossed your mind that he would go for a girl like you, no one ever had before and they weren’t hockey superstars. Still, he was easy to talk to and you settled into a casual friendship with the twenty one year old.

With your graduate school schedule and his hockey schedule it was hard for anything more than the occasional text messages and phone calls but you both put the effort in to actually hang out at least once a month. Today you’d gone out to lunch and were now headed back to his apartment to watch a couple movies and just relax. You hadn’t seen him since before the holidays and yeah, you’d missed him just a little.

Entering his building, you worked off your hat and gloves while he summoned the elevator and by the time it arrived, you had your extra outerwear tucked back into your coat pockets.

“So...what movie are we watching?” You asked as you leaned against the elevator wall.

“Whatever you want. Within reason of course.” He shot back and you shook your head with a laugh.

“Well, I added the new Netflix movie about Robert the Bruce to my list and haven’t watched it yet. Or there’s always Marvel or DC movies, I may not be an avid fan but those are always good. Oh...or Disney, those are classics…”

Your rambling about movie choices was cut short when the elevator door opened and the moment you turned down Auston’s hallway you ran into his back when he froze in place. Peeking out from around him you gasped seeing a carseat sitting in front of his door with a backpack placed next to it. From the car seat you could hear soft crying and glancing up at Auston you could see the pure panic on his face.

Immediately all of your maternal insticts jumped into action and you tugged Auston toward his doorway before crouching down to peek inside the carseat. The baby inside was tiny, really tiny and immediately you were filled with a mix of emotions. Rage as to how someone could just leave a baby like this. Fear because you’d watched enough cliche tv to know what this all meant. And protectiveness because it was clear that Auston had had no idea and the baby certainly hadn’t done anything wrong.

In the minute it took you to make your initial evaluations of the situation, Auston hadn’t moved a muscle. Standing up you reached for his keys that were dangling loosely from his fingers and quickly unlocked the door.

“Auston...go inside and call your parents and agent.” There was a faint recognition on his face that you had spoken and after a moment he stumbled into his apartment. Once he was out of sight, you turned back to the baby whose cries had gotten louder. Quickly you unbuckled the infant before gently lifting them out of the seat to cradle them toward your chest.

“How could your mama leave you here little one…” You whispered quickly kissing its head before using your free hand to tug the zipper of the backpack open to see if there was any information there. Inside you found a birth certificate with Auston listed as the father, and though the mother’s name was listed you certainly weren’t familiar with it. The birth certificate signaled that the baby was a boy, Owen Alexander Matthews, who was born three days ago and as you read the information you snuggled him closer to your chest. Behind the offical document was a note that read that the mother couldn’t handle raising a child and that she knew the baby would be in better hands with Auston.

Besides the few papers there wasn’t much else in the backpack except for a small container of formula, a few full bottles and a small supply of diapers and wipes. There was a single change of clothes but it was clear that this baby’s mother never planned on keeping him and from the looks of it brought him here as soon as they were released from the hospital.

Though Auston was listed as the father on the birth certificate, you knew that the first thing he, his agent, and his parents would want confirmed was that he actually was the father. Pulling your phone out of your pocket you quickly dialed up a friend that worked for a biological lab and through whispers asked if she could come over to take swabs and run them for you. After getting agreement that she would be over as soon as she could slip away for a late lunch you gathered everything up from in the hall and carefully carried them and the baby into Auston’s apartment.

Inside, Auston was sitting on the couch, his head in his hands and his phone was nowhere in sight.

“Aus…” You murmured as you quickly laid the baby back in the car seat for a moment before moving over to his side. “Did you call anyone?” Even without asking you knew the answer was no, but his lack of reaction to you confirmed that. “Alright. Unlock your phone, go take a shower and calm down okay?” You urged wrapping your arms around him for a moment when he finally stood up and handed you his phone.

As you heard the shower start in Auston’s bathroom you opened up his contact list, quickly finding his agent to make the first call. While none of these phone calls were going to be pleasant, you were certain that this would be the most painful. His agent was brusk and angry and you had to insist multiple times that there was nothing he could do right this minute and that he should not come running but simply be prepared for any fall out before you were able to hang up.

At the end of that first call you cringed for a moment hearing the little boy wail and something in you knew that he had to be hungry. So as you returned to the contact list for Auston’s mom, you ran one of the premade bottles under hot water and stashed the others in the fridge before again gathering the baby into your arms.

Once dialed, the phone rang for a minute and just as you were worried that she wouldn’t pick up Ema Matthews’ voice came through the line.

“Oh thank god…” You breathed, letting the little boy latch onto the bottle, immediately soothing his cries. “Mrs. Matthews, you don’t know me but I’m a friend of Auston and I...your son needs you and Mr. Matthews to come to Toronto asap.”

It was clear that she was confused and you had to fight back tears of your own as you spoke an explanation. “I...Auston and I were out to lunch and were coming back to his apartment to watch a movie and when we got here there was a baby outside his door.” Her gasp was audible over the phone and you rocked the baby boy in your arms slightly as you wanted for a verbal response. At first there was just a murmuring of Spanish before she started firing a million questions at you.

“No. I. I don’t know who the mother was. At least I didn’t recognize the name on the birth certificate. Yes. Looking at the baby he certainly has some of Auston’s features though I have a friend coming to take DNA samples to confirm paternity. No. She just left him and he’s only three days old and he’s so tiny. I don’t know. He...he hasn’t said anything since he saw the car seat and I...I tried to get him to call you but he was just on the couch with his head in his hands and I sent him to go shower but I don’t know.”

Throughout your explanation you could hear Ema calling for Auston’s dad and after a long moment she assured you that they were booking the first flight available and would be there as soon as they could. You were about to hang up when she asked your name and after hearing it you could catch a bit of a smile through the phone.

“Y/N. Thank you for being there. For taking care of Auston. We’ll see you soon.”

Ending that call, you noticed that the baby, Owen, had finished eating and after searching the bag for a burb cloth to no avail, you simply grabbed some paper towels to drape over your shoulder before gently adjusting Owen onto it and patting his back lightly to burp him. Once he’d burped you just let him remain there while you searched Auston’s contacts one more time. The sound of the shower had disappeared but Auston had yet to reappear and you didn’t want to push him yet, knowing that there were a million things running through his head.

You didn’t know any of his teammates but you knew the Marleau’s were like his second set of parents and that they had young children so maybe they still had a few things that could help until things were figured out. Dialing Patrick’s number you bit your lip from the heightened emotions of the past hour and when he picked up you once again explained what had happened before asking if maybe they had a pack and play or something from the boys that Auston could borrow so that the baby didn’t have to sleep in his carseat. You also mentioned him seeing if they had any infant clothes though you were sure that was a long shot. With confirmation that he would talk with his wife and bring over whatever they could find you thanked him and ended what was hopefully the last call you had to make.

Sighing softly as you once again surveyed the things in the backpack, you knew that they wouldn’t even last twenty four hours. So opening your own phone you quickly pulled up amazon and found the brand of formula that had been brought, a couple gallons of distilled water for mixing, a small pack of wipes and a pack of diapers. Looking at the bottles you ordered another set of the same brand as well as a set of pacifiers, a pack of white onesies and two more sleepers along with a bottle of infant laundry detergent. Hoping that would be enough to triage the situation you placed the order for same day delivery and just as you pressed submit there was a knock on the door.

Peeking through the peep hole you saw your friend and immediately let out a massive sigh of relief. Quickly you let her in and when she saw your face and the baby curled against your shoulder her eyes went wide and she pulled you into a hug.

“Wow...you weren’t kidding.” She mumbled and when you pulled back she pulled out two swab kits from her jacket pocket. “I’ll take the baby for a minute and swab him if you want to get the father’s DNA?” She offered and you both knew that really she just wanted to give you the chance to check on him because it was clear that the baby had needed all of the attention to this point.

“Yeah sure, just tear the wrapper, uncap, swab the cheek and recap?” You asked wanting to make sure that you didn’t screw it up. When she nodded you passed Owen off to her and took the swab she was offering before slipping down the hall to Auston’s bedroom.

The lights were off in the bedroom but the bathroom light cast a glow into the room. You could see Auston curled up on the bed, his body huddled in on itself. Gently you crawled in behind him, your fingers trailing up and down his arm as you waited for him to respond.

After a moment he turned to face you and you could see the tears trailing down his cheeks. Brushing your thumb to wipe them away you then ran your fingers through his hair moving it out of his face.

“I need to get a cheek swab of DNA from you so that we can confirm if he’s yours or not.” You whispered, hesitant to actually say the words. Auston just nodded and opened his mouth and after tearing the plastic wrapper of the swab you got the sample and then laid the sealed tube onto the bed beside you.

“I called your agent and put him on standby, your mom and dad are on their way here to help, and I called Patrick to see if they had any baby supplies they could loan.” It was clear that he was hearing you but that everything was still just floating above him and while you understood, you were also slightly annoyed.

“Auston. I know this is hard. But I need you to get up out of this bed and try and face this because hiding from it won’t do you any good.” For a moment his face showed dismay but eventually he nodded and you slipped off the bed to return the sample and reclaim the baby so that your friend could get back to work.

She left promising that she would rush the samples and email you the report as soon as it came through and you thanked her once again for her help before taking Owen and moving to sit on the couch, baby cradled in your arms.

Five minutes passed before Auston came staggering down the hall and when he sat on the couch next to you, his hand rested on your knee, his way of seeking some level of comfort through touch.

“I think you should hold him.” You declared after a moment of silence.

“I’ve never held a baby before. Not that tiny anyway.” He mumbled and you found yourself smiling.

“It’s not hard Aus. Just make sure to support his head.” Motioning for Auston to cradle his arms like yours you nodded and turned, half kneeling on the couch in order to transfer the infant into his large arms. “See, there you go.” You assured him, watching carefully as Auston took in the sight of the baby for the first time.

“He’s so small…” He whispered and it was clear that he was afraid he’d hurt him.

“You’re doing fine and yeah he’s small, three days old according to the paperwork. His name is Owen. Owen Alexander Matthews.”

“Do you really think he’s mine?” Auston asked and though you knew he wanted to hear that you didn’t, you couldn’t lie to him.

“I’m almost positive he is. He has your nose. And his eyes are deeply set like yours too.” As you spoke you tapped your finger against the baby’s nose before bopping Auston’s as well. “But I mean, I don’t recognize the mother’s name, not that I know who you’ve slept with.” You kind of regretted the words the moment you said them and were grateful for the baby’s cries that quickly filled the air.

Auston jumped a bit in response to the sound and you pressed your hand to his arm. Leaning forward to sniff at the baby’s bottom you nodded to yourself before standing to grab a few things from the backpack.

“Y/N.” Auston called, his voice strained.

“Relax. He just needs a diaper change. Hold on while I get the diaper and wipes.” With the items in hand you took the baby from his arms and moved to settle yourself on the floor of the living room.

“Do me a favor and get me a towel.” You directed and once he brought one back you laid it down on the floor before laying Owen on top of it. Slipping his little pants down his legs, you unbuttoned his onesie and tucked it up behind him before making sure that the wipes and diaper were ready to go. Once the diaper was unhooked you used it to clean as much as you could from the babies bottom, laying a wipe over him to protect yourself from pee. Once the old diaper was off to the side and Owen was wiped clean you quickly fastened the new diaper up and redressed the infant.

“See...piece of cake.” You assured Auston. “Now you might want to go get a plastic shopping bag so that I can put the old diaper in there and it can be taken out so it doesn’t stink up the apartment.”

With the dirty diaper bagged, you settled Owen back into Auston’s arms on the couch knowing that in order to accept all of this, Auston needed a chance to bond with the baby.

“I’ll be right back, I’m just going to toss this into the garbage chute.” Auston was clearly uncomfortable but that was a good thing. “Relax, I’ll be gone less than a minute, you can handle it dad.” Bumping against Auston’s knee to assure him that he would be fine, you left the apartment, taking an extra twenty seconds or so to try and compose yourself. Auston needed you, that was obvious, and you wanted to help, but there was that faint part of you that had always wondered if maybe it could be you someday. That was obviously not the case and right now he really needed a friend, at least until his parents arrived and his team found out and he had more support than he could ever need. So until then, any hurt you were feeling just needed pushed to the back of your mind.

Fighting back those emotions until you were alone in your own apartment, you took a deep breath and let yourself back into Auston’s apartment where he was sitting and just staring down at Owen who had fallen back asleep in his arms.

“See. I told you you could do it.” You declared as you reached for the tv remote. Now that things were mildly settled, you needed some form of distraction and you had come over to watch a movie. “So..what are we going to watch?” You asked.

“You pick.” Auston murmured not taking his eyes off of the baby and you nodded flipping on Moana before curling up beside the two Matthews boys. You stayed there until there was a knock at the door with the amazon delivery. As you carried all of the supplies inside, Auston gaped at you and you simply shrugged.

“He didn’t come with much, probably not enough to get through a single day so I ordered some things…” You explained, as you came back to the couch. There weren’t any interruptions for the rest of the movie but before you could start another Patrick Marleau and his wife were at the door with a pack and play and a few other supplies.

Their visit was followed by setting up the pack and play and starting a load of laundry so that Owen would have clean things to put on when he inevitably messed up his current clothing with either spit up or an exploding diaper. After that, dinner had been ordered and as the clock struck nine, Auston’s parents finally arrived. You were more than a little relieved because your emotions were drained and now you could finally go home.

As you gathered up your things Auston spotted you and his hand gently reached for your arm.

“Where are you going?” He whispered.

“Your parents are here now, you don’t need me.” You replied shrugging.

“Yes I do.” He responded, his hand falling from your arm to your hip. “Please just stay tonight. I...I don’t know how you’d managed to know how to take care of the baby and I’m sure my mom would do just fine but please, please just stay tonight.”

The earnest expression on his face made you sigh and after a moment you nodded, no energy to attempt to fight him. It was late, it had been a crazy long day, and everyone was tired so after getting his parents set up in the guest room, you planned on taking the couch, grabbing more pillows and blankets from the closet. Again Auston spotted you and his hand stopped yours from pulling anything off the shelf of the linen closet.

“Come to bed.” He breathed and his fingers laced with yours as he tugged you to his room where Owen was asleep in the pack and play. Auston continued to hold your hand as he pulled open drawers and handed you a spare t-shirt and sweats and then motioned for you to change in his bathroom.

When you returned to the bedroom, he was laying on his back, a hand over his eyes. Silently, you padded around the bed and slipped under the sheets next to him. The moment he felt your weight he turned to face you and his hand pulled your body closer to his own.

“I’m so scared. How am I supposed to be a dad?” He whispered.

“I promise you it’s all going to be okay. You have your family and your hockey family who will do everything they can to help. Just take it one day at a time.”

“What about you?” He asked, his voice almost inaudible.

Pressed up against Auston, you could feel his breathing steady out, little puffs of air near your ear. Every once and awhile he’d shudder until you rubbed circles into his side. “You have me. I promise it will all be okay.” You finally declared before letting sleep take you as well, knowing it was only a matter of time before you’d be awoken by Owen’s cries.

#auston matthews #auston matthews imagine #toronto maple leafs #nhl imagine #nhl imagines #hockey imagine #hockey imagines #plus size hockey imagine #tleafs #006

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judaluffy · 6 years ago

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Dead Apple Novel Info/Trivia:

There are some inconsistencies in the movie, but that’s actually because some things aren’t explained. In the novel because the inside of the characters are protrayed too so there’s some better explanations.

So I thought I would share them here as well(kinda random and kinda what I have picked up so far): DEAD APPLE SPOILERS

Soukoku Scene related Info:

In the novel it is stated that //"That blockhead Dazai is in there. There's no mistake" What Chuuya was looking at was the giant dragon surrounding Yokohama. The fact that Dazai was in there, Chuuya felt that (by instict) //Aka Chuuya knew it!!! He knew Dazai's plan and trusted him with his life!! HE BELIEVED AT HIM!!! This woke me up so much!!!

The helicopter Chuuya was riding was flying above the mist so it wouldn't affect them. After Chuuya jumped down the mist didn't affect him because he was pushing it away using gravity!!! //proud this boy has such good control of it now ;;

(funfact?) If anyone was wondering where the knife Dazai was stabbed with went, it came out when Chuuya punched Dazai!!! //Can we guess Chuuya realised that even while in Corruption and used gravity to push it out?? XD jkjk

Chuuya wasn't surprised at all when he heard Dazai's voice (who was supposed to be dead) [referring to the midari scene] //I cry Chuuya trusts Dazai so much I can't anymore ;;

(I am dying) When Dazai said "Isn't this a rather rough way to wake Snow White up?" He was rubbing/touching his cheek (which Chuuya punched) while laughing slightly!!! //Can I die yet?? Can I???

This was how it was described that Chuuya fell on top of Dazai!!! (I didn't know this phrase so I had to search) Idk why it sounds so gay (look at the 2nd translation) //Alright I am done with skk scene xD

Fyo-Shibu related info:

Shibusawa died, when he died his ability seperated itself from him and that is the Shibu we see in Dead Apple. Fyodor revealed that to him that’s what led Shibu to join the other abilities “in the dragon”. So how come he came back and fought Atsushi after that?

Fyodor put the gem/the ability that brings all the others to one place on top of Shibu's skull . It collects abilities which is the reverse of Shibu's who scatters abilities (seperates them from their user) . Due to the difference of these abilities a singularity was caused. (Sth like what happened with Oda and Gide in Dark Era).

But normally nobody should be able to know what abilities to mix and what result the singularity would bring. But Fyodor for some reason knows!

Also: While Shibu's ability was with the dragon, Shibu's conscience was together with Atsushi's conscience in that illusion of their sealed memories 6 years ago. When Shibu revived he left from there, leaving Atsushi alone.

Some other miscallenous info:

The mist wasn't covering all of Yokohama. It was even stated there were people from the Abilities Department(how was this called in eng?) were just outside the mist on surveillance. Until it started expanding due to the singularity. Not making it in time to run away they got swallowed by it.

Fyodor used the words "Dead Apple" referring to the earth after the mist covers it all. As it will be red like an apple and everyone would be dead/swallowed by it. It is also mentioned that he thinks the only way for sins to be forgiven(?) is death ... Should I say I expected this?

Mori murmuring: "Now what will you do Dazai-kun?" "Well I guess I am not in the place to worry about others, huh..." *Elise appears* While saying these Mori was actually calm and not worried. // Mori believed in Dazai's (Skk's) abilities!! Daddy material

Why could Shibu hit Aku and Kyouka while their attacks passed through him? -There's no logic behind this. -This inconsistency was caused by the singularity that occured. -Singularities occuring due to the "mixture" of abillities cause these inconsistencies and it is explained as such in the novel too.

And my comment on the novel so far:

I just read the scene Atsushi and the tiger merge together again and it's so beautiful <3 Atsushi accepting the fact the tiger is always by his side even when seperated ;; Initiating a friendly rivalry ;;

Admiring Iwahata-sensei's writing skills here! I can’t believe this person hasn’t written any other novel the portrayals are so <3

NOTE: My japanese aren’t perfect and it won’t be something strange if I have missed other info. I am sorry for that. I still have some 20 pages to read left but I will finish with it today so feel free to drop me asks regarding it. (Asks regarding the other 4 previous novels are welcome too btw) What I have deleted are my comments just so we are clear. I thought I should get all the info together here as it’s pretty all over my twitter XD

Hope you found this informing!

#bungou stray dogs #bungou sd #bsd #dead apple #bsd dead apple #soukoku #dazai osamu #nakahara chuuya #nakajima atsushi #akutagawa ryuunosuke #izumi kyouka #mori ougai #fyodor dostoyevsky #shibusawa tatsuhiko #my translations #bsd translations #bsd summaries

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