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baatarthefirst · 2 years ago

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kiss 19. for your "fake marriage" AU for you know who :)))

19. One person stopping a kiss to ask “Do you want to do this?”, only to have the other person answer with a deeper, more passionate kiss.

It'd been a little awkward after the courtesan had interrupted their kiss. Janai had fumed for a moment, pacing around, trying to calm herself. Amaya had tried to ease her wife's temper in hopes of having cool heads deal with the situation. She failed, having no choice but to put on a matching scowl and follow Janai after she stormed out of their tent.

They had gone to Councilor Nadia, and Janai...expressed her disappointment; she raked the woman under the coals. Amaya watched, putting up a unified front and glared. But there had been something about the woman. She knew a traitor, a manipulator, and a troublemaker when she saw one. Nadia wasn't. She was a truly loyal elf who noticed her queen was under tremendous strain, and took great pains to help. It was a horrible plan, but she tried. Amaya pulled Janai aside and told her to let Nadia off with a warning and a slap on the wrist.

The queens headed back to their tent for supper. They sat next to each other, their plates sat amongst papers as they tried to focus on the plans for the upcoming festival. It was an impossible challenge.

"I should've punished her properly!" Janai huffed, giving up on the festival. She felt slightly better just finally getting to say what she'd been avoiding for two hours, but better did not equal good. She stood and faced away with a clenched fist. Amaya came around and put a hand over her hers, easing the tense fingers until they relaxed.

"She cares about you, Janai; not just as a queen, but as a person. She was looking out for you. You need more people like her."

"Why? So I may have a harem?" She growled.

"If you want one." Amaya shrugged, trying to look nonchalant about the notion that made a monster roar inside her. She refused to give power to the worst part of herself. They'd said similar words for an audience before, they'd kissed before. This felt different, to her at least, but who was to say how the elf felt about it? Janai was her own person, she had the right to chose what and who she wanted.

"You seemed upset enough with just one courtesan." Janai almost smirked at Amaya's face, blushing and pouting. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you were jealous."

"She was in our bed, Janai." That didn't help her argument, did it? "If you want a lover, just- fuck her in her bed."

"What if the lover I want sleeps in our bed?" She cupped Amaya's cheek, something she rather seemed to enjoy not long ago, "What I said, it wasn't part of the act."

To prove herself, Janai leaned down and softly kissed her wife when no one was around to see. Amaya relaxed, her eyes closing and her hands looping around the elf's waist. The kiss deepened, it began to change the tone, from an act of tender love to something that promised more to come.

Janai pulled away, a cause of concern for the human.

"Do you want to do this?" she asked breathlessly.

Amaya rolled her eyes, grabbed a fistful of red hair, and pulled her wife back down. This new kiss was searing, demanding; Janai loved every moment it. She loved feeling Amaya's tongue sneak past her lips, and hearing a slight moan. She loved Amaya's refusal to release her as they stumbled blindly to their bed.

#tdp #the dragon prince #amaya #janai #janaya

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stromuprisahat · 2 years ago

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there's no wrong answer about this I'm just curious: if you had to choose between all the characters of the grishaverse show Vs books, which would you go with? And yes, I mean with all their flaws and writing narrative (for instance show Ivan > book Ivan etc)

Alina Starkova- book

She's a nutcase, herd of psychiatrists could make a living out of treating her. Codependency, self-gaslighting, confidence issues... it would be interesting, if we could blame it on her life-long wasting sickness. What makes her better for me is her honesty. She doesn't want to be part of this story.

The Darkling- both

I can't pick one, I love them too much. I like to think book!Darkling is less cold than we're lead to believe, because we mostly see him through the eyes of his enemies and when we get his POV, he immediately adopts the biggest bunch of losers around. He's more of a wet cat, show!Darkling hopeful idiot. They are both much better than I would ever be in their situation.

Zoya Nazyalensky- book-TGT

I never liked her, but she was tolerable as a mean bitch.

Malyen Oretsev- show

They retconned the hell out of him to make him less of a dick, what's left looks like a nice boy, supportive brother with a name and preternatural skills from the book.

Baghra Morozova- neither

She's a horrible hag and one of the true villains of Grishaverse. I hate her immensely.

Genya Safin- book1 or show

The wasted potential! One of those characters that should've been MC... minus her post-S&B lobotomy.

David Kostyk- book

... because Luke will always be d'Artagnan to me.

Nadia Zhabin- neither

She's only there to prop up the current MCs and gain some diversity points.

Marie- neither

One-dimensional punching bag.

Ivan- both

Book!Ivan is realistic joy, Simon Sears' scowl and delivery of that one speech in the carriage would make him proud.

Fedyor- show, for now

TBH I don't remember him much from the books. He was only briefly in the first one, and I didn't get to him again in the next. I love his loyalty and dynamics with Ivan in the show.

The Apparat- neither

Another true villain. This time in creepy, manipulative, cultish way. He should have burned.

Kaz Brekker- book

The whole "human trafficking's okay, where there's enough money involved" plot...

Inej Ghafa- book

They made her into another religious fanatic. Plus Inej "I'm gonna become captain of the ship to disassemble slavery" Ghafa doesn't care about other girls being sold?!

Jesper Fahey- probably book

I've read the books two years ago, and Jesper's the one I cared about least, so...

Nina Zenik- book

They made hormonal teenager into adult deserter. When you age her up, her whole romance with Matthias is like a Jewish resistance member abandoning her work to save Gestapo officer's life, because he surely changed.

Matthias Helvar- neither or both

Look, I'm all for the story of a murderous bigot changing into a better person, but a.) Book made it too quick for me to believe it. b.) Show sort of forgot what he was doing in the first place and made Helnik only into two soldiers from enemy countries.

Dubrov and Mikhael- couldn't care less

They're just a canon fodder to make Malyen sad. And horny dicks to Alina in the book.

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rikki-roses · 1 year ago

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Fluffy February Day 18: Pain

Lmfao this was post #200

SWTOR

Pairing: Setra Rowan (Setra Shan at this point of the story)/Theron Shan

Time Period: Partway through Onslaught, roughly 3 months before saving Satele Shan/defeating the Emperor for the billionth time ( shortly after Scourge and Kira first make their return)

CW for childbirth

Setra was no stranger to pain. The pain from everything that happened on Corellia. The pain that followed right after being freed from Carbonite. The pain when Arcann stabbed her. The pain that followed Theron's actions on Umbara and continued until shortly after Nathema.

But nothing came close to, let alone prepare her for, for the worst contractions. The discomfort and pressure that increased with each. Pain that seared so hot that even the Force and meditation provided no relief. The screams that involuntarily ripped out of her throat. The sudden relief after he was out. The exhaustion that washed over her as she leaned back against Theron for support for a few moments before he (with her consent) had gotten up to follow the doctors as they cleaned up the baby. Setra watched in a daze as he held the baby first, reeling as the pain and exhaustion rolled over her.

But it all became worth it when her son was placed on her chest for the first time. The pain was pushed aside immediately, the Force wrapping around her, Theron, and their child. Telling her that this was right. While Syo had been wholeheartedly wanted and planned (and conceived almost immediately after their wedding), she still hadn't anticipated the range of emotions as the doctors showed her how to hold him and help him latch - the terror that she was going to dop him or otherwise hurt him, the nagging fear that she wasn't going to be a good mother, the bottomless love and joy that enveloped all.

Setra was very glad that she'd already ignored the part of her Codes surrounding attachments. It was like the Force itself had shifted to acknowledge the new bond.

Theron kissed her neck before taking a shaky hand and placing it on their son's head. He then slipped behind Setra on the bed again, letting her rest against him.

"You did good, babe. How're you feeling?" Theron's voice was low, awestruck.

"Sore. I have body parts hurting that I didn't know could hurt. Glad to have him out and not be pregnant. Feels almost weird, though."

"Still want to be one and done?"

"Scorekeeper, yes."

The new parents shared a chuckle; while Setra wasn't one to complain thanks to her Jedi training (and between being both Force-sensitive and a Zabrak, she had an exceptionally high pain tolerance and hid most pain she felt very well), the pregnancy had been rough, the last few weeks resulting in (to Setra's utter dismay) enforced bed rest.

They sat in companionable silence, wearing equally-awed looks as they took in their son, until Theron convinced Setra to get some rest, cradling his son as he watched the sunset from his seat next to the hospital window.

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The first day, the only visitors they accepted were Lana, Nadia, and Setra's immediate family. Theron sent pictures to Satele on the off-chance that she miraculously woke up from her coma. He also sent a brief message and a few pictures to Jace, not expecting more than a generic "congratulations!"; while Jace had attended their wedding and responded positively to their pregnancy announcement, things were still tense with him, and they weren't close. There was pain there still.

Only for Jace to show up to their hospital room the second day, completely unannounced.

Setra had bounced back quickly, resulting in her sitting cross-legged on the hospital bed as Theron paced with the fussing newborn. They heard Jace booming down the hall, causing both to freeze and share shocked looks. Theron quickly handed Syo off to Setra as he met his father in the hallway.

Setra had expected shouting, and was pleasantly surprised when they kept it to a quiet, yet clearly heated, debate. She was even more surprised when Theron led Jace into the hospital room after ten minutes. Paws immediately was up and alert at Setra's feet - he'd been sprawled across the end of the hospital bed in a purring heap (much to the dismay of the hospital staff) - but Setra gave him the command to settle.

Jace's face lit up when he saw the nexu.

And then he pulled out a giant stuffed nexu from behind his back. It was almost life-size, and much too big for a newborn.

Setra couldn't help it; a smile tugged at the corner of her mouth as Jace set the stuffed animal with the other baby supplies and started taking stock of what the new parents still needed. She turned her head as Theron perched next to her on the bed. Setra kept her voice low.

"You okay with this? I can put my foot down."

"Yeah. I think. Lots of emotions. Want to give us both a chance."

Setra balanced Syo in one arm as her free hand found Theron's.

There was pain, but they could work through it. Together.

#swtor oc #fluffy february #swtor jedi consular

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liminalpebble · 2 years ago

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The Refugee: Chapter 47

Masterlist link

CW: This is a rather violent chapter. Please read at your own discretion.

A/N: This isn't the last chapter! There's a bit more to come so hang in there.

While Lenora and Loki held each other in the dark cavern of the castle, every spare Jotun soldier was occupied on the battlefield under the fearful sweep of enormous blue wings and great plumes of fire pouring from the dragon's mouth, scattering their forces. Nadia, Thor and every allied combatant, from the queen to the foot soldiers, was exhausted and battered by the relentless onslaught of giants. On the village fortifications, Astrid and Beatrice kept to their post as archers with determination, despite long hours and aching limbs. Within the city walls, Magnus was endlessly treating the injured, reverently covering the dead, and feeling eternally grateful that Nora was safely in Asgard with her grandparents in the meantime. When he finally saw his daughter again, he knew he would hold her very tightly and for a very long time, and it would be very hard to stop.

As the gray morning dawned over the devastated landscape, Nadia and Thor were summoned to Laufey's castle as witnesses for the contest, though the combat raged on. Lea watched the movements of the battle tensely, tracking the swarms of troops, the ebb and flow of advances and retreats, as she stood at Laufey's side.

Lenora spoke carefully, measuring her words, looking up into Laufey's fierce red eyes. “Your Majesty, can you not call for a cessation of combat during the Contest? The war will end, one way or another as a result. I fail to see why more lives should be lost.”

Laufey gave a crooked bemused grin. “I would not expect you to understand. I will not deny my knights the glory of a warrior's death, for it shall earn them a place in paradise. And the empire must know the might of the Jotun, whether as allies or enemies.”

Lenora shook her head. “You're right. I don't understand. I hate to see so much death...so much needless pain.”

Laufey put his hand on her shoulder. “Your ways are not ours, little one. But in any case, it ends now.”

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Laufey and Loki took their places across from each other in the empty, echoing arena of ancient gray stone. Lea was situated spectating from the middle, Nadia witnessing from Laufey's side, and Thor from Loki's; every piece in place. As Thor reached Loki, he slapped a strong hand on his shoulder in an encouraging gesture. “I am proud to be your witness, my brother,” he said with obvious sincerity.

Loki looked him directly in the eye and said, “Brother, I'm glad you are here,” then turned away to adjust his armor and weapons one last time so he wouldn't see Thor's look of grateful affection. He couldn't afford such tenderness at the moment. His eyes met Lenora's and she touched her lips. He touched his own in return, as if pressing the memory of their intimacy closer upon their own skin, trapping it within themselves. He had to look away before long to keep himself from drowning in the deep darkness of her glaze. He was glad, in a way, that he was not allowed a last kiss from her sweet lips. It would break him, but he wouldn't be able to resist it. He had to be razor sharp.

The two kings bowed respectfully to each other from their corners, as a Jotun guard sounded a resonant blasting horn. Lenora's body jumped and shivered at the sound, as her dread snapped everything into a horrible focus. Loki and Laufey circled each other and began to launch swings and blocks. Lea grew hyper-aware, noticing every smudge on a dagger, the flex of the smallest muscles. Everything would be seared into her memory for better or worse for all time, she realized with a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach.

A hot panic rose within her as Laufey gained the advantage. Loki was a god, true, but Laufey was a giant; ponderously strong. His thundering steps cornered Loki over and over, blocking him with his enormous body. Loki was flashing back and forth, teleporting and sending up doubles with blinding speed, trying to squeeze every advantage from his swiftness. Dagger after dagger flew from the graceful twists of his wrists to be volleyed by Laufey's club, or to merely graze the giant's leathery skin. Loki's cape flew like a matador's as he twisted, spun and slid around the court. Through it all Lea couldn't help but think that his fighting was undoubtedly beautiful, but felt nauseous terror as she comprehended that it might be fruitless.

Laufey struggled to land any blows, until finally the great spiked club did find Loki, with a resonant crack against his spine. Loki growled and tumbled to the ground, rolling just in time to avoid a strike which left a crater in its wake. Now, close enough to do so, Loki shot a blinding bolt of green light, shattering the massive club into nothing more than splinters. Laufey roared deafeningly, like a furious animal, crimson eyes glowing and spit dripping from his barred ivory teeth. Every muscle in his body twitched and flexed, primed for brutality. His enormous claw of a hand closed over Loki's arm, twisting the leather and metal away as if it were nothing more than an eggshell, then gripped like a vice on the bare skin. Lea realized he was about to snap Loki's arm like a twig.

Loki's face began to twist in pain, but to his surprise, the skin under Laufey's hand turned the same cerulean hue as his father's. Rather than twisting and shattering, his arm began to grow with thicker ropes of muscle under leathery blue skin. The rest of him grew as well, tearing his clothes and making every bone, tendon, and muscle in his body ache with the sudden force of his transformation. He was now at eye level with Laufey as their two sets of glowing vermilion irises meet. The two giants began to fight hand to hand, punching and blocking ferociously. Loki took a risk and attempted to summon a dagger, without really knowing if it would work. To his relief a monstrous blade of razor sharp ice materialized in his hand. He pinned the now disarmed Jotun king beneath him, dagger raised above his throat, ready to slit, when he remembered Lenora's plea for mercy.

“Do you yield, Laufey? I don't have to kill you,” Loki said in a shockingly unfamiliar booming voice.

Laufey growled out, panting, struggling against Loki's weight, “No, my son, if I fail, give me a warrior's death.”

Laufey threw him off in a final burst of strength. It was all he had left in his ancient body, but it wasn't enough. Loki pivoted, pinning him again, the blade poised over his throat.

“As you wish,” Loki said, and slashed the icy dagger through the lined skin of his neck. The blood, when it came, was black as ink. The trumpet sounded again, signaling Loki's victory. In shock, he turned to see Lenora hurrying across the arena field to Laufey's side. She knelt beside him, holding his hand as he met her eyes and Loki looked on, mystified.

Lenora said, “Shall I say the Jotun death prayer with you?”

He nodded. “Please, child,” he said in a gasping gurgle.

Lenora knelt beside him, heedless of the black blood pooling around her, soaking into her clothes. She recited the sacred prayer in Jotun; the one which he believed hearing at the moment of his death would ease his path to paradise, to his children and ancestors. He nodded with recognition and satisfaction at her words. A small smile formed on his features as his life waned from him into the total stillness of death, the light behind his red eyes snuffed out like a candle flame.

She dipped two fingers into his blood and closed his eyes with them, leaving two streaks painted down each side of his face, closing the ritual. “Rest now, Laufey,” She said gently, then sighed and stood, disheveled and half soaked. Loki carefully set an enormous blue hand on her shoulder, still unsure of his new strength.

“I thought you didn't believe in such things?” he said, puzzled, still panting from the fight.

She looked up into Loki's eyes, “I don't, but he did, and that's what matters.”

From this perspective she looked even smaller, and he realized how easy it would have been for her to simply give in to fear of these giants, condemn their brutal ways, and call them monsters. Instead she chose to give Laufey his final dignity, in spite or her trials, in spite of her fear, in spite of how small she felt. The thought raised a smile brimming with affection to his lips as he crouched down to meet her eyes.

“Am I hideous this way?” he quipped, with his usual lopsided grin drawn on his new features.

She set her small hand on his cheek and kissed it, saying warmly, “never”.

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As they exited the palace grounds and gazed across Jotunheim, they were greeted with the astonishing sight of thousands of frost giants already genuflecting to their new king. The Heksejotun had made quick work of spreading the word. On the village parapet, Astrid and Beatrice stilled their bows and looked on, awestruck, as every Jotun soldier knelt in immediate surrender, and every one of their own soldiers halted in confusion. On the horizon they spotted the flash of magic as Loki (back in his Asgardian form), Thor, Nadia, and Lenora materialized before them, exhausted but relieved. They all smiled to each as it finally struck them that they had won the day, and won the war.

@gigglingtigger @goblingirlsarah @unlucky-number-13 @peaches1958 @lokisgoodgirl @thenerdyoldersister @thedistractedagglomeration @sweetsigyn

#loki fanfic

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lesbianasfuckwomen · 1 year ago

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Happy Birthday Maki!

Kasy? Nadia? Lydia? Those weren’t it.

Maki was struggling. She remembered meeting the brown haired girl when Megumi introduced her but she couldn’t remember her goddamn name.

Kuja? Kugisaki! That was it. Kugisaki Nobara.

Maki was entranced the minute she had met the first year, happy she wasn’t the only woman there anymore, but Nobara had more interesting aspects than just being a girl. Nobara was feisty; she never let anybody put her down, if they did, they would be asking for a needle in the lungs.

Maki loved that about her.

She wondered if Nobara would be up to hang out one day, maybe at her own dorm. Maybe they would talk about boys, girls (we stan the lesbians in this house), manga, anime, periods, k-pop or just be teenagers. A break would be nice, just one day of chilling and talking without lives on the line and a risk of being horribly mutilated. Maki smiled and took note of the thought.

She would ask Nobara later.

Mechamaru’s voice blasted into Maki’s ear.

“Kugisaki’s dead. She was killed by Mahito. We need to rethink our coordinates.”

Nobara’s dead.

Maki’s throat tightened. Things were starting to get real.

“Maki!”

She swiveled around to face Nanamin. Nanamin raised his cleave, waiting for a nearby attack.

“First.”

Fire engulfed Maki’s vision. The once blond man that stood before her was charred black.

“Nanamin-”

“Second.”

Heat seared into her back. She was on fire. Holy shit she was on fire. She fell to the ground, the pain too much to handle. Mechhamaru’s voice came into her ear, glitched and bothered. The earpiece must have been burned.

“Gojo Satoru has been sealed.”

Fuck this day couldn’t have become more shitty.

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Maki couldn’t remember a single day in her childhood when she wasn’t with Mai. They were glued to each other's side from day one, a popular thing between twins. The two used to do everything together, whether it was eating or bathing.

One thing she definitely remembered from her childhood was birthdays. Since Maki and Mai were twins they would celebrate their birthday with one party. That and their father called them a waste of time and money. She could recall her mothers pained attempt at singing happy birthday, how the words came out gritted and short. How her mother thought they were burdens.

Maki remembered Mai’s hand in hers.

She remembered the warmth in Mai’s hands, how it made her feel safe and grounded. She remembered Mai’s face as they blew out the candles on their cake, how her face seemed passive but her eyes were filled with determination.

“That’s why I told you not to go!”

Nishimiya’s voice brang Maki back to reality. She looked down in her arms.

Mai stared back at her.

The eyes that once held life were blank, lifeless.

The body that once supported her, that was once her ember was dead cold.

Mai Zenin died on May 7th, 2021.

With her, died Maki’s hope for human kind.

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According to the report, Megumi Fushiguro had unlocked some technique that could be dangerous to humans. The shikigami’s name was Mahogara, and it seemed to be causing the raven-haired boy some trouble. So as the amazing upper classmate she was, she volunteered to help him.

Somebody should have warned her that she was going to have a mental breakdown after their session.

How come she just noticed how creepily similar Megumi and Mai were?

They both had stoic faces and determined eyes. They both had warmth that radiated off them. They both talked the same cut short mannered way.

Soon, Maki found herself becoming closer to her underclassman than she would have liked.

They would train every single day to try and get better at controlling that shikigami. Maki catched herself wanting to call Megumi Mai way too many times.

Was Maki just noticing Megumi now that she had a Mai sized hole in her heart? Or did she actually like being around Megumi? She shrugged all of those thoughts off.

She’ll let herself indulge just this once.

“You should be the one trying to stifle this misery!”

Oh yeah.

Maki eternally slapped herself. Why’d she let her guard down? She’s a jujutsu sorcerer for fucks sake.

Itadori’s cries got louder. He shouldn’t have gotten close to Megumi. For fucks sake she shouldn’t have gotten closer to Megumi. Though who would have thought that Sukuna would have tried to take over Megumi’s body? Even so, Itadori should have known that being a jujutsu sorcerer ment shutting everybody away.

So then why did she let Megumi weasel his way into her heart?

“Sorry I’m late. Give me a brief run-down.”

Maki grit her teeth. She was hoping for a more peaceful day but she was a jujutsu sorcerer.

A bitter thought sunk into her head but she shook it away. She had more important things to worry about at the moment.

Happy birthday to me.

gege when I catch you gege

#Happy Birthday Maki #Jujutsu Kaisen #jjk #Maki Zenin #mai zenin #kugisaki nobara #megumi fushiguro

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3v3rl4stingbr4in · 1 year ago

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- Date when it is posted : 20th January.

➘. Welcome to Rung's the Arcana & Last Legacy & Touchstarved blog.

* Byf/Dni under the cut, hope this blog is not too long.

I. MAIN INTRODUCTION

✦ The name is Rung, you may also call me Brain. Whatever you prefer, I don't have any preference on names.

✦ I'm a minor Malaysian-Chinese Thai artist who does both traditional and digital art, sometimes video editing or graphic designing or writing as all of these are my hobbies. Eng/中文 are okay!

✦ Bigender Transmasc Bisexual Demiace Polyamorous who uses he/she/lo/sea/any pronouns.

( lo/lot/lotu/lotus/lotusself & sea/sear/seas/seas/seaself) If you need an example on how to use the neopronouns, tell me. I would be happy to help.

✦ As you can see, yes this is where I ramble and post about the Arcana & Last Legacy & Touchstarved only, probably some others if I wanted to. My main blog is @d34dbr4in. I am honestly afraid to rant about my thoughts here so please, bare with me.

✦ My tags : #Rung's Art, #➣ Rung's RB, #Rung's blabber

II. BYF/DNI

→ Before You Follow :

✩ If I don't post for that long, I'm probably busy with my own life or on another social media app where I am more active. Tumblr is still an app which I find intimidating so give me some time.

✩ I don't block that often on here but I will block whenever I want for my own sake.

✩ I have horrible times understanding the tone of someone's message so I will be thankful if you do use tone tags.

✩ Not to mention my English is still terrible so don't point it out.

→ Do Not Interact :

✩ Obviously, the basic dni here.

✩ I don't want anyone under 14 to be following me.

✩ I'm going to be 17 on May 29th. I don't mind anyone following me regrading age, as long you don't act like a creep.

✩ I don't mind slander of my favs but if you do that specifically almost everytime, just don't follow. I'm very sensitive to that.

✩ If you got anything to do with Dorian, out.

✩ Asra x Julian, Asra x Lucio, Muriel x Lucio shippers do not interact.

Here's some things regrading about me posting about the Arcana and Last Legacy :

✩ I use a lot of different pronouns for many characters besides the ones who are canonically comfirmed by the creators. Like example, he/she Sage Lesath, she/he Julian Devorak, basically a lot of these characters will also go by she.

✩ As you may know as the guy who drew Asrix (Asra x Felix), yes you will see a lot of crosspairings.

✩ I don't think I'll ever post any analyzation or writings of characters nor my fav but if I do, I'm just letting that thought out since I am scared to share my own opinion.

✩ Absolutely not a big fan of Lucio but I won't mention him often. If you like him, that's cool. He's just my least favourite.

III. FAVS & PROGRESS ON BOTH GAMES.

Favourites ↦ Asra Alnazar, Julian Devorak, Nadia Satrinava, Felix Iskandar, Sage Lesath

Progress on the Arcana :

( Grinding for coins before continue, going in orders )

Asra's route - Sound and Fury.

Nadia's route - The Lovers. ( Midnight Visit )

Julian's route - The Lovers. ( Laying Low )

Not yet started on Muriel, Portia and Lucio.

Progress on Last Legacy :

( Grinding for stars before continuing, going in orders as well )

Felix's route - Chapter 6.

Anisa's route - Have not started.

Sage's route - Have not started.

Alright, that's all I have to say. I'll update this like in the end of February.

Thank you for reading and enjoy your stay, also feel free to ask any questions or request or anything in my inbox.

#introduction #pinned intro

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taughtdefense-a · 2 years ago

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i’ll expand on this later but here’s an unhinged, chaotic ramble about cobra!ethan.

even after the death of the alternate robby & the destroying of that universe, cobra!ethan has all of his memories of miyagi!him. the memory of his death does not go away, ever, & they’re seared into his mind. except now, with cobra!him, he’s on the other side of the, uh, “battlefield”, WATCHING HISTORY REPEAT. canon events still play out as they do (ie: miguel still gets injured in the school fight, robby is put in juvie & winds up joining ck, etc.), no matter how DESPERATELY ethan tries to interfere, either subtly or directly.

cobra!him is probably not nearly killed by silver (i’ll need to confer w/ nadia about that, but i’m leaning towards ‘no’, personally).

#headcanon.

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rebouks · 6 months ago

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Keith: When did you get home? Levi: Hours ago. Keith: Well, your mom ordered takeout again.. there should be enough. Keith: Tofu poke bowls, yum. Levi: I don’t like tofu; it hurts my stomach. Keith: Can’t you just eat around it-.. keep the peace? … Keith: It’s almost maxed out, is all. Tiffany: It was mom’s idea! Nadia: Did you expect us to go to a thrift store?! Tiffany: If I turned up in the same clothes as last year everyone would laugh at me! Fashion doesn’t stand still, daddy. Keith: Why don’t you wear a uniform anymore? Tiffany: You don’t have to when you’re in sixth form-.. you never pay attention! Keith: You better not need anything for school, Levi. Levi: I don’t. Nadia: We’ll see about that later-.. did you have fun on your little trip? Levi: Uh-huh. Nadia: More fun than being here? Levi: Never. Nadia: [tuts] Rolling around in the muck all week, how on earth is that a vacation? I hope you haven’t brought anything disgusting home with you-.. you wore your flipflops in the shower, didn’t you? Levi: Duh.. everything’s already in the wash too. … Nadia: Honestly, Levi.. how have you not grown an inch all summer? Levi: You should be grateful you don’t have to buy me anything! Nadia: [tuts] You’re going to be short like your father, aren’t you? Levi: Can I go to Penny’s now? Nadia: Tomorrow. Levi: You said I could go after dinner! Nadia: Well, I don’t have any money for the bus and your father still hasn’t paid the mechanics at that filthy garage. Levi: So, what.. they’re holding the car as ransom? Nadia: I suppose so. Levi: I’ll just go on my bike. Nadia: Don’t be silly, it’s far too late! Lord only knows what type of people roam the streets around here at this time. Levi: It’s seven o’ clock, mom. … TEXTING PENNY: don’t come running to see me will u sorry, mom’s being a bitch again… that excuse is getting pretty old, levi.. why don’t you sneak out? it’s not worth it wow ok i didn’t mean it like that don’t bother then

#ts4 #sims 4 #simblr #ts4 story #sims story #forever in between #fib #keith sears #nadia sears #tiffany sears #levi sears #welcome home levi!#🙃

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ofdisregard · 2 months ago

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The heat in her words fed the fire in his chest, a slow, consuming blaze that matched the way her touch ghosted against his skin. The promise in her voice, the weight of her demand, wasn’t something he could deny. It never was. Not with her. Not with the way she seemed to command every unspoken piece of him.

❝Again?❞ The rasp in his voice was laced with something darker, more primal, the growl of an alpha who would do exactly as he’d sworn—rip the world apart if it meant keeping her safe, keeping her his. He turned his head just enough to catch her gaze, eyes burning with a fierce intensity that seemed to sear straight through the fragile veneer of the moment. ❝I would burn it all, Nadia. Every damn thing. The sky, the ground, the ones who think they can touch you.❞

The words were a vow, not a threat, as he reached for her, one hand coming to rest at the small of her back. His grip was firm, possessive, as if anchoring her to him was the only way to ensure the world wouldn’t dare try. His lips curved into a smirk, dangerous and unyielding, the promise of destruction glittering in his sharp blue gaze. ❝They want to burn you?❞ he murmured, voice low and heavy, each word deliberate. ❝Let them try. We’ll show them what it means to face us.❞

He leaned closer, the space between them dissolving until her warmth was all he could feel, her scent all he could breathe. ❝I’d tear their world apart piece by piece,❞ he murmured against her ear, his voice dropping into something dangerously soft, reverent. ❝And I’d make them watch as it crumbled, just to remind them what happens when they mess with you.❞

His lips brushed the shell of her ear before trailing down to the curve of her jaw, the kiss a branding, a quiet claim. ❝So say the word,❞ he growled, his tone dipping into something raw, something untamed. ❝Tell me to burn it all, and I will. For you. Always.❞

@ofdisregard sent ' [ darker vibes ] : ❛ i would burn the world for you. ❜ '

" say it again, " brunette demands as the heat in her chest rises, enthralled and overwhelmed by the way in which it threatened to take hold of her. it was like she could feel the effects of the threat he made - the roar in her own heart for him a constant sound that threatened to consume her. it was dangerous, but in equal measure completely irresistible. " that you would to anything for me, logan, " she coos, her voice low and measured as she brings her lips to his cheek to press a chaste kiss before ghosting against his earlobe. " the world wants to burn me but we will burn them first. "

#❛ ❪ alt verse ⠀/⠀ abo.#your wish is my command!#❛ ❪ interaction ⠀/⠀ logan hayes.#gravekeeps

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chaotic-kitty · 3 years ago

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The Arcana: The Edge Of Despair.

Warnings: Angst. Mentions of past death. Hurt without comfort.

Asra x Apprentice

Gn! Main character

I wanted to write some angst, so I wrote some angst. This is about Asra and The Apprentice, dealing with the aftermath of defeating the Devil and The Apprentice finding out they died, ect. It is a little heavy, and potentially triggering, so please be careful. The apprentice is gender neutral and uses they/them pronouns. Anyways, enjoy and sorry for any mistakes.💕

The sounds of rain pattering against the windows mixed with the heavy smell of incense, created a tranquil atmosphere in the magic shop. The shop had been closed for the day as Asra was out doing who knows what and you were exhausted and drained. Social interaction was the last thing you wanted. Last night the realisation of your death and subsequent revival had hit you. It left you crying and screaming in pain as every emotion tore through you. You had died horribly, with nobody by your side but the thousands of other poor souls trapped in the Lazaret. You had spend a few days there, piled in with everyone else, as you all waited for the plague to take you and finally relieve you of the nightmare. The smell of the smoke emanating from the crematorium and the smell of burnt flesh had seared themselves into your brain. You remember the feeling of being so weak and in pain as you lay there on the floor, begging for death. Because you were all sick anyways, the staff there had decided not to feed any of you or give you water. You were going to die soon, giving it too you would’ve been a waste. So while dying from the plague, you were also dying from starvation and dehydration. And in this moment, you remembered every minute of it. How ironic was it? That the one thing that you wished you could forget, was the one thing you could remember.

You vaguely remember Asra coming home late last night, he had come up the stairs to find you lying in bed, practically dead to the world and exhausted from your breakdown. You remember him calling your name and shaking you but you had ignored him and chose to turn away. His voice was grating and this outburst had caused the start of migraine. Whether it was from the sheer stress you had just gone through, or from the memories straining to break free, you didn’t know. But it was fuelling your desire to surrender yourself to sleep. The last thing you remember before sleep took you, was seeing Asra leave and hearing the shop door slam behind him. When you awoke this morning, he wasn’t here.

With the shop closed, you spent the day sleeping on and off and occasionally trying to get yourself to eat. You had thought about forcing yourself up to open the shop but, you were too exhausted to play pretend for customers today, so you decided to keep it closed. Which is why you almost jumped out of your skin when the front door was suddenly pushed open. You raced downstairs to find Asra coming through the front door, swaying heavily and soaked from head to toe from the rain. He was drunk, you realised. He also looked as though he had been crying, his eyes were bloodshot.

“Asra. You’re back. Are you drunk?”

“Pffft. No!”

“Mmhm, sure you’re not. Why don’t we get you inside and out of those wet clothes?”

He didn’t resist as you approached him, and wrapped an arm around his shoulders to steady him as you closed the door. You guided him to sit on a stool as you went and fetched him a towel and a clean change of clothes. You were gone a few minutes as you had to search thoroughly to find what you needed. When you came back you found him on the floor, knees to his chest as his shoulders shook. He was crying.

“Asra? What’s wrong?”

His head snapped up and his eyes locked on yours. He mustn’t have heard you enter the room again.

“….I was at the flooded district today. Some of the old merchants have come back and started setting up shop again, now that Nadia’s been fixing it. We used to spend hours there, shopping together.” He looked at you with an expression you couldn’t quite place.

“I’m sorry Asra, I don’t remember.”

That was a line that you had been saying on repeat in the months following the Devils defeat. Since beginning a relationship with Asra, he has been bringing up all these memories of things you used to do together, asking if you remembered. And each time you had to say “no”.

“Of course you wouldn’t.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

You knew he was drunk and likely unaware of his tone but, there was something in the way he worded it that sounded almost accusatory.

He looked at you, a broken expression on his face. “You’re not them. You never have been. I’ve been fooling myself this entire time.”

You felt as though the air had been knocked out of you.

“What are you talking about?”

“When I brought you back, I thought I was bringing them back. I thought I’d finally get to see them again after all I went through, but instead I got you. I shouldn’t of ever brought you back!”

You were dumbstruck as his words sunk in. Suddenly, your grief and sadness from the night before as you recalled your death, had in an instant turned to anger. And all of the questions you had, were finally demanding answers.

“Then why did you Asra?? Why did you bring me back?”

“Because I couldn’t live without you! You were everything I had. And I wanted you back!”

“So you brought me back because YOU couldn’t live without me? Did you ever stop to consider what I wanted? What I couldn’t live without?”

“You didn’t deserve to die, alone, in the Lazaret! Especially because of Lucio.”

“No! You know what I didn’t deserve? I didn’t deserve to be brought back as a shell of a person. I didn’t deserve to be brought back a bumbling mess that had to suffer through the embarrassment and pain of having to be retaught everything. I didn’t deserve to be brought back only to have no memories of my family or who I was. I didn’t deserve to suffer everyday with headaches every time I did something.

I didn’t deserve to have you leave me for months on end, because you couldn’t face the consequences of what you did. I didn’t deserve the to have to wake up everyday, wondering if you were gonna be there or not. I didn’t deserve to worry myself sick every time you left and I didn’t hear from you. Worrying that you were lying dead in a ditch somewhere!

I didn’t deserve to be brought back solely because you couldn’t live without me! Especially after you left me! During the plague you made the decision to run away and leave. I made the decision to stay knowing full well that I was likely to not survive. I died helping people. I deserved to be left to rest in peace, instead of being brought back as a science experiment!”

“…I did this for you.”

“No you didn’t. You did this for you. Because YOU couldn’t live without me. You were too much of a coward to face what you had done. And how many other people did you hurt in an attempt to bring me back?”

“You don’t understand! I never meant for this to happen.”

“What did you think was going to happen Asra?? What? That you would bring me back and we would go back to how we were? Even if I came back with my memories, I wouldn’t have ever been the same person you remember. I would’ve been even more traumatised. Do you honestly believe if I came back, remembering everything, that I would’ve taken you back?”

“I don’t care about that. You would’ve been alive. You would’ve been here.”

“I am alive. I am here.”

“You are. But you’re nothing like you were before.”

“And that isn’t my fault!! I’m sorry that I can’t live up to the memories of some dead person I used to be.”

“Don’t talk about them like that!”

“Them?? I’m right fucking here Asra. You made sure of that.”

“You’re not them!!”

You both glared at each other, as his words hung in the air.

“…..you’re right, I’m not. They’re buried a few feet under in the Lazaret.”

“Don’t!”

“Don’t? Don’t what? It’s true isn’t it? The version of me that you want is dead, Asra. They aren’t ever going to come back. And I’m sorry that I’m not good enough.”

“I didn’t say you weren’t good enough.”

“By saying I’m not them and that you shouldn’t have brought me back, it implies that i am not good enough.”

“Well maybe you aren’t….”

You took a deep breath in. This constant back and forth, the yelling, and the topic of the conversation, were all further exhausting you. Then, you let the breath out, effectively collecting yourself for the moment.

“Asra, I am not going to apologise for how I was…..am, since you brought me back. I didn’t ask for you to bring me back. I didn’t ask for any of this. But you made the decision to bring me back! You did! And I refuse to stand here and listen to you speak to me like this.

I am over letting you treat me like this. I am here now because of you! And I understand that you went through so much, especially to bring me back, but I didn’t ask for that. I didn’t ask to be brought back. I would’ve been fine, being left to die. And at the end of the day, how do you think I feel?

Everyday, I have battled with those damn headaches every time I try to remember something. I lost not just my memories of my life, but also of how to do basic tasks. I had to have you teach me how to walk, talk, and how to use the fucking toilet.

I had to spend most of these years on my own, because you would constantly leave me. I’d spend the whole time wondering what I had done wrong and how to make it better.

And now? I have to deal with being told I died! I have to deal with the fact I’m never going to get those memories back!

I also have to deal with knowing I’m not good enough for you. I’m not what you wanted. I got brought back just to find that I didn’t come back “right”.

You sit here, going on about how you basically regret bringing me back because I didn’t come back the way you hoped. But besides loosing……giving up half of your heart to bring me back, you haven’t lost anything. I am here! You got what YOU wanted. You have no right to complain and treat me like this!”

He got up off the floor and walked right past you to the front door.

“W-where are you going?”

He didn’t say a word. He didn’t even look at you, as he opened it.

“Oh of course! Run away Asra! It’s what you do best!”

He slammed the door behind himself as he disappeared into the night.

The rain was heavy now, accompanied by violent winds. The two together caused the windows to rattle under the assault. The incense had burnt out, and you where left standing in the middle of the room, alone. Your knees gave out and you sunk to the floor. Your heart felt like it was shattering inside of you. You let out a chocked sob as you buried your head in your hands. The dam finally broke, and your tears poured out. The shop filled with the audible sound of your heartbreak, as you sat there crying well into the night.

#the arcana #the arcana game #the arcana asra #the arcana apprentice #the arcana asra x reader #the arcana fanfic #the arcana fic #fanfic #fanfic writer #nix hyrda

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