#out of minds (occ post)

[orelicia]

"You get periods?!" By MC <3

Xeijun's Letters: My first post, I guess? Anyways, thank you so much to @tsukii0002 for inspo for these scenarios. Hope you like them. I added a bit to them for my own personal headcanon.

|| Pt. 1 || Pt. 2 ||

Warnings: kidnapping, cannibalism, gouging out eye, petty, obnoxious, vanitious Lucifer, personal headcanons. Almost fem! coded reader? Because I'm fem...so. A bit OCC due to hormonal imbalance in our bois.

Lucifer

Walking around, you pulled out yet another feather from your hair..Searching for Lucifer on his periods was dire work, you could have become an investigator. EASILY! With him and his nest revolving around the hidden rooms which move around House of Lamentation, it's like 'Where's Waldo', but with Lucifer to comfort him.

Having almost beaten Beel in eating just a few days ago, with chewing something every few seconds; chips, cup ramen, dinner left-overs, five tiffins packed for RAD, demonus frozen into cubes for him to chew on, some demon who pissed him off?...And now, he's nowhere to be seen, not touched a single morsel of food..How great.

Huffing you pushed the brick in the hallway which was a doorway, hoping it'll lead to where you need to go and thankfully it did...except it looked like, well...a Rapunzel's tower, without the Rapunzel or the beauty of it and made from whatever, as you huffed,

"Lucifer! You here?!" you called, as Lucifer's head popped, upside down. On his periods, he definitely had more confidence, more vanity, cared less on what others thought and was so much more obnoxious..kind of disgusting if not for you almost finding it hot,

"Oh, missing me already?" he asked, smirking, "How darling of you to do that~" his wings ruffling, the barely light coming from this brick wall room putting light on his horns and wings, both of glowing softly iridescent a baby blue almost.

You sighed, as the moment he ruffled his wings a few more feathers got off, it's like having a cat, if you were honest. His wings spread over the width of the room, almost 10 feet, as he smiled and jumped down from his upside down position from the edge of his nest.

How lovely it was when his eyes fell on a strand of white which he plucked off, his nails decorated red with skulls from Asmo a few days ago when Lucifer had been admiring himself in a mirror, as he looked at it, his white scleras almost fading like ink in water to become black,

"Hanging out with Solomon, were you?" he asked, hissing as you sighed, groaning, of-course he figured it out. His senses were out of this world, everything was out of sight, but nothing out of eyes or mind, it seemed.

A guttural noise rumbled in his throat, which almost shook the ground, it felt like as he scoffed, like a petulant child and within a blink of an eye, had got over the edge of his nest, back into the depths of comfort. Mad at you for hanging out with that shady sorcerer.

As you sighed, "come on, peacock boy. Pull me into your nest, I went to him for help. I promise, he didn't do anything.." you said, looking for an opening, which ou did with Belphie's head stuck through and mouth taped, as you hitched back.

"Lucifer...What's Belphie doing here?" you asked, as his hand pushed out a large hoodie which you were sure belonged to Beel from the smell of curry on it, as his head poked out a bit, though his horns got stuck,

"He was sleeping in the hallway, I think he was cold. My little brother" he said, pouting almost..Oh how he changes during periods, gross.

As you sighed, pushing Belphie in as you poked in through the hole despite Lucifer's protest, as he placed Belphie through the opening again to block it up as you rolled your eyes.

You almost felt compelled to pull him into a hug like usual, but didn't because the last time you did...Let's just say, you ended up a scar across your face and an eye gouged out on accident, thought it was easily fixed by one of Solomon's potions and frankly, you didn't want a repeat of it as you shove some cotton into Belphie's ears and made place and sat down on the ground.

Lucifer's wings ruffled a bit, as one of his wings gently stroked you as you smiled, "I just went to Solomon to get my scar fixed" you assured him with a smile, as he grudgingly shifted from his sitting position to look back, his scleras black as he glared at you, though you could see them soften.

"Fine.." he scoffed, as he extended one hand and you crawled closer, shifting to snuggle again him as he huffed, pulling you to fall back against the pillows in his nest. Oh my Diavolo...Lucifer was burning and freezing, almost too high or too cold...You couldn't tell if you were to shiver or remove your shirt.

And he sat there, patiently as if waiting for something, his wings ruffling every few minutes as he waited intently, while you were busy coughing out feather plumes and feather strands blowing them away from your face.

As his face contorted into a frown when you were taking so long and didn't even look like it as he shifted his wings back, crossing his arms over the loose black shirt he had been wearing, feeling weird feeling of insecurity and sadness pool in his gut as he waited and waited and waited, as you seemingly didn't notice.

Lucifer ruffled his wings again, hoping you'll get the hint...you didn't.

His moments of no sleep, eating too much and hormones over the place led to anxiety and slight paranoia. As he almost feel bugs on his skin, before he adamantly spoke. How dare his favourite human not appreciate him? Almost the perfect being in all realms,

"What? Why are you not complimenting me?" he asked, words laced with venom as you looked up.

Oh...Poor Lucifer. You almost had to laugh as you snuggled against him more, removing your jacket,

"Your wings..They look nice Lucifer. So shiny and colourful!" you smiled, admiring your the way the baby blue shined different shades as he proudly smugly grinned, as he hugged you, almost purring softly, thankfully Belphie woke up somewhere and teleported out or something, cause there was an opening.

"You're not leaving. Ever" he whispered smugly, as if he read your thoughts about leaving, "we can buy cervical pillows then, hm?" you suggested as he nodded, purring just slightly louder.. As you smiled, leaning back against him as he wrapped his wings around your,

"So...Can I leave? I think I'm gonna pee my pants.."

"No."

Mammon

You sighed, groaning and putting aside your plate of some human world fruit Barbatos was so nice to bring to you, as you were stuck on the second floor of Mammon's room, above the car, but also in the high walled nest of his, for some reason.

He got too protective yesterday when you weren't there when he came home ince you were in the toilet and he went into a literal panic attack and the house had caught FIRE...somewhere, don't ask..

So you were stuck, cleaning the place up a bit, lights of his dimmed like Levi's usually was, but without the glowing tank..only soft golden fairy lights you'd convince him to put up for you to live in and not go insane.

The past few days Mammon had somehow put too much attention on everything and yet no attention at all, he got 6/100 in maths, which i weird cause he got the best marks in maths of-course with a test which said grimm everywhere.

And so, you thought you'd have time until you learnt the day his period came, so you were stuck in Mammon's room.

You had already stepped on a little snow glove, a shiny golden painted lego, screamed your lungs almost when stepping on a foil ball and even a necklace clasp which was a bit too shiny.

You sighed in relief, when Mammon did come home, his eyes glowing golden bright and pupils round and covering his irises as he lunged at you, jumping onto you and kissing your lips roughly.

"loveyouloveyouloveyou!—I got human a little shiny thing!" he said brightly, after pulling away and digging into his large pockets to pull out a tiny little D, possibly a low level one and an Envy one, so the poor thing was nervous and almost thee size of your palm

"Now ya won't be hu'gry" Mammon said proudly with a bright smile, showing off his fangs as you smiled awkwardly, taking the little D in your hands and setting him free when Mammon wasn't looking as he was ready to be showered in praise as you took a step back, stepping on a little jewel and wincing as you groaned

You seriously needed to clean this nest...

Until then, you held the jewel in your hand and decided to present it to Mammon, as you smiled to him, holding out your open palm with the jewel resting in it and you swear you saw angels singing for you in his eyes with his pupils becoming hearts and eyes almost tear up!

Mammon jumped onto you, his leathery wings fluttering behind him like little fly's wings in excitement as he peppered kisses, like all others. He got too open to show feelings during his period, as you gently pulled off a few wings you knew were itchy with the way they got stuck in the spikes on his wings and threw them off somewhere...

He let out a soft whistle, almost a squawk like noise from his throat. It was high pitched and yet gentle, like crows during a rainy night as he snuggled against you, looking at you as if asking "Did ya miss The Great Mammon while he away?" as his eyes looked at you expectantly as you smiled, gently tapping on his back and wings as they ruffled,

"I missed the Great Mammon SOOO MUCH while he away!" you said, hugging him tightly as he snuggled into you as if trying to bury himself into your skin.

Another thing was, Mammon refused to be in his normal form, walking around in his demon form, scaring the shit out of most, since he was mostly in demon form when angry and everyone assumed he was livid.

So his hands hastily worked on the buckles of his jacket in his demon form, for one. still snuggling his head under your jacket, though his hands clumsily worked, barely doing anything as he almost growled in annoyance and desperation.

Seeing your boyfriend, Mammon's fruitless efforts, you smiled and sighed, lifting your loose shirt you were wearing a bit, one of his, as he immediately wrapped his arms around you and while one hand ran through his hair while his hands held onto you under your shirt, the other worked to gently unbuckle the straps of his leather jacket.

Gently undoing it, it fell off as he snuggled into you, burying his face in your tummy while his hands held you tightly, feeling the skin-to-skin, as he gently as he growled and whistled gently as if telling you about his day as he rubbed his wrists or his neck gently on your wrists or neck, as if spreading his scent and presence to you.

While you gently preened Mammon's wings, pulling of wings which were growing weird and sticking to his wings to make it hard for him while fixing others which were growing correctly,

"Oh, how in Diavolo's name did you preen your wings before?" you asked, grinning softly while you gently fed him slices of the fruit while he fed you, though it was a bit sour for him while it was sweet to you.

The Great Mammon was just so happy to be with his human, purring like a little corvid rumbled in happiness at times. Like right before they cawed, it sounded like that, his eyes round and glowing, like a baby crow's...Oh how lovely!~

Leviathan

You sighed, feeling the humidity already stick to you as you entered Leviathan's room. Levi seemingly buried under piles of blankets and clothes in his bathtub which was spilling water, in-fact the entire floor was covered in water, his PC and everything wrekept on loft stands with water resistance spells, so those were safe..

But it did feel like Levi's aquarium had spilled overwater, as you walked past the watering some slippers, which did little since water touched your feet anyway, you gently whistled and called,

"Levi? Levi! You here?" you softly asked, digging into the tub, as your hands brushed similar scales of Levi's tail, before it slipped out of your hands far deeper than what the tub's actual depth was..

You figured he was down there, in the underwater caves which his tu was enchanted to lead him to as you pushed off the blankets a bit, turning off thee humidifier and applied a underwater breathing spell, just in-case.

As you called to him, as softly was possibly, as gently as possibly, having not seen him and only heard his hisses and hums and grunts, you'd gotten well to understand him non-verbally, but you hadn't seen him in a long while, sometimes asleep or sometimes not even in the tub.

"Levi?~ Sweetheart, come on up.." you gently called, when you saw the tub, inky navy blue show the glow of a gently snake-like swish in it, as you sighed in relief. Levi's tail..

"Sweetheart? Darling?..Come on up, I wanna see ya" you whispered gently, as Levi's head gently poked out, his hair was a bit disheveled and almost cut short. His eyes glowing gentle iridescent purple-orange with his scleras black, as he softly hissed.

His tongue softly came out, almost forked like a snake's as his horn also glowed gently, his scales on his neck, throat and cheeks glowed in the almost dimmed out lights of his room, no light on, the aquarium's dim glow enough to give him a headache at times.

"There you are, Levi.." you softly cooed as he let out a soft hiss, almost shifting back, as if saying "You're only pitying me by being here, aren't you?"

His skin was feverish, as if he'd not been intaking enough nutrients, which he probably was since Lucifer did tell you Levi'd be so insecure, he'd refuse to do basic things.

But you ignored his hiss and gently shifted closer, extending your hand and letting him snuggled his face against it very hesitantly, cupping his face and snuggling against it while you were placing a moist towel on his head to cool him down.

It was so nice to see your boyfriend was okay at-least, thank Diavolo..

His horns branched out, almost majestically large, like ones you'd expect from Levi as his title of "Devildom's Navy Commander" and he glowed, his fingers long and pointed with glowing webbed skin in between it, as he softly hissed, almost debating if to snuggle further or pull away because you HAD to be lying!

Why would ya like him? But you refuse to let go, so he chose the former option, gently humming and squeaking against your cheek, your skin wetting gently more the water on him, but never mind.

Levi gently hummed, pulling you close, his nails gently stroking your wrist as he pulled you into the tub, not caring if your clothes got wet, before he suddenly got shy due to his bold action that he dipped inside the tub to hide somewhere. Of-course Levi made sure you couldn't follow him, but you were nothing if not persistent.

Using spells and powers to track him down, you got underwater too. Thank god for that earlier underwater breathing spell, no? As you gently looked around, finding Levi hidden in some very deep cave, almost hard for you to breathe, as you poked your head up, the cave having the tiniest bit space to let you breathe which was above water.

Levi gently hissed, his eyes teary as he moved to show this glowing scales on his tail, his skin, his arms and his glowing horns, as you softly smiled, "There you are, pretty boy" you smiled as he hissed as if denying it, his black scleras somehow making his eyes stand out and cuter.

"Now now, lt's not self-hate. I promise on my head you're very cute" you said, as Levi hissed, his tail wrapping around your waist for warmth as you giggled from hos cold his tail and his hands were as he hissed, very gently with a smile.

You didn't mention to bother the slightly dulled-out scales, but he gently extended his hand to you with his little crystals, almost usual as he smiled, thanking him.

Levi put his hands gently on your hips, looking u at you from under the water's surface, while your face was just above, right under the crystalline, rocky caves of the ink waters, very softly purring as he smiled gently, gently scratching his shoulder.

Levi wasn't wearing a shirt, only his pants from his demon form, eeing as he scratched and tore the shirt off due to being so itchy, so you hoped he wouldn't do the same to you, because you had no scales to protect your nips like his.

You softly stroked his scales, very gently, hoping nothing was being too itchy, incase you lose a finger with how sharp his nails were currently, as you smiled,

"How pretty!~" you whispered, cooign to him as he let out a hiss to disagree, "I am not saying it out of pity..ut if you do think they're ugly..well" you paused, giggling as he poked his head to stare at your eyes above the water level,

"You're going to start eating protein and not Hana Ruri-chan ramen" you said as he almost gasped, letting out a hiss of disbelief as you grinned. Oh Levi..

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[vqnrouged]

𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐓’𝐒 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 : the canaries (mithrun, pattadol, fleki, lycion)

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 : the canaries with a reader that’s scared of thunder

𝐚/𝐧 : if you understand the reference in the title, i love you. but anyways, it’s a crime that there’s barely any content for the canaries so i wrote some hcs/short scenarios for some of them! sorry if this seems occ, it’s my first time writing for them. anyways, hope y’all enjoy <3

↳ 𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐔𝐍

• | with pre-ending mithrun, you will have to be the brave one and come to him instead. he won’t exactly reassure the grip you have on his arm, but he will still sit with you til the thunder stops.

• | however, with post-ending mithrun you will receive a comforting embrace. since he now has the desire to pursue his wants, he will try his best to calm you down… in his own way. he isn’t always the best at figuring out what exactly you’re feeling at times despite how observant he can be, so figuring out a way to comfort you proves to be difficult. so the only way he knows how to show you how much he cares is through physical touch…

· · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · ·

as your body began to cower deeper and deeper into the bed, mithrun finally made his move to calm you down. from his spot at his desk, he pushed the chair back under the table and strolled right over to the bed. he was careful with lifting the covers of the bed up as to not startle you, then slid quietly underneath the covers next to you.

apparently, you didn’t even notice him slipping under the covers until you felt his head lay softly on your stomach. your hands still kept their places over your eyes, but with the new feeling on your body, you let out a surprised gasp. “huh, mithrun?”

at this point, he began to close his eye at the comfort you radiated. the feeling wasn’t making him become sleepy, but rather relaxed because of your warmth. “you’re afraid, right?”

with a raised brow and eyes filled with confusion, you peaked between your fingers to look at mithrun. “yes?”

his eye remained closed as he became more comfortable in the bed, snuggling deeper into your side like a cat begging for more attention. “then let’s stay like this til the storm is over.”

a fond smile appeared on your face at the elf’s sweet actions, having not seen them that often. though, you were beginning to see more and more of this side of him. it was nice.

↳ 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐋

• | pattadol is fast to provide you comfort when you’re afraid, with her quick thinking she always comes up with multiple ideas that she could use to help you calm down. but this isn’t without her own panic as well, her worry that she won’t be able to help you makes her more scared than you are yourself. brewing a fresh pot of tea, covering your ears to drown the sound out, or even having you wrapped up in a blanket burrito are all lengths she would go to so you can feel safe. but despite all of these futile ideas, there’s one idea that she has left…

· · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · ·

pattadol’s attempts to calm your hurried breathing were proving to be fruitless, the fear you were feeling wasn’t going to go away any time soon. she could only watch as you stood next to her, shaking uncontrollably while her mind couldn’t make a move to help you. just that thought alone was enough to make her afraid for you, then something finally came to mind.

with a wobbly smile, pattadol turned to look you directly in the eye. she placed a hand on your shoulder to grab your attention then began to slowly guide you to the couch. “here, [name], get comfortable while i grab a bigger blanket. i’ll be back in just a second. i promise.”

after a short while, pattadol came running back in the living room and to your side, blanket in hand. the feeling of worry began to dissipate once she sat down next to you, threw the blanket overtop the both of your bodies, and pulled you close. she made sure that your head was laid right on top of her chest while her other hand was placed on top of your ear, so this way instead of thunder, it was only her heart beat that you could hear.

what made it even better was that pattadol was cozy and warm, the feeling made you want to fall right into a nice nap. however, the elf holding you was still worried about your well-being. with her brows furrowed, she looked down at you and spoke softly. “are you feeling better? does this help?”

you could only mutter a small “yes” before your breathing became steady and your body became totally limp against pattadol.

with that, the elf smiled at her victory. she had gotten you to calm down and finally take a much needed rest. panic like that can’t be good for the body, she thought. but at least she had been able to help you. “good. the storm should subside soon, so until then please rest.”

↳ 𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐊𝐈

• | fleki doesn’t usually pay much attention to the storms that occur so thunder and lightening don’t frighten her that much, but once she see’s how afraid you get she takes them a bit more seriously. she’s not the best at distracting you but she tries her best, she even offered you some of her “shrooms” one time because she ran out of ideas…

· · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · ·

you looked down at your girlfriends hands, a grimace of disgust overtaking your once fearful frown. reaching one hand out from your blanket cocoon, you gently pushed her hand away. “fleks, i don’t want drugs.”

fleki’s lips turned down into a pout. a part of her was frustrated with you for denying all of her ideas, but the other was plain frustrated with herself. she wish she had better ideas to actually help you rather than being a goof instead, so much for being a decent girlfriend.

with a sigh, she got up from her place on the floor and dramatically stretched her arms up above her head. as she was doing so, she turned to look at you. “well if you don’t want that… c’mon, sweets. let’s play a game to take your mind off things.”, then she walked over to your game shelf to look over your options.

her nonchalant attitude is what made you nervous, that was the way fleki always was but then again she was always unpredictable. so with a hesitant move, you began to crawl out of your blanket to see what exactly she was grabbing. “what kind of game, fleks?”

with a quick spin, she flashed you a deck of cards. “go fish!”, she exclaimed triumphantly.

you raised a brow at her enthusiasm, your nervousness leaving you completely along with it. why was she so excited about go fish? you don’t exactly know. but regardless, you took your place at the table across from where your girlfriend would be sitting. along with you came your blanket for warmth, which you wrapped tightly around you as fleki sat across from you.

with a quick shuffle of the cards, fleki began dealing the cards to the both of you. the game started out slow, but the two of you quickly became competitive and shit talked each other for laughs as the game went on. you were beginning to be distracted from the storm, which was exactly what fleki was aiming for.

in the end, it was she who won the game as well. what you hadn’t known the entire game until she revealed it to you, was that she had hidden a card to ensure her victory. all’s fair in love and war, she said. and oh was this definitely war. “aw crud, you seriously had a five? hiding a card under you is cheating, y’know?”

she let out a loud laugh at your comment, smiling smugly at you. “hah! you’re beginning to sound like pattadol now!”

you couldn’t help but shutter out a laugh at the comparison to the canary, “hey!”

seeing now that you were truly having fun, fleki’s spirits were being lifted again. the victorious grin she bore turned into a softer one, glad that she had achieved something good for you. “let’s go again! we’ll see if you can win this time!”

↳ 𝐋𝐘𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐍

• | he notices pretty quickly that you’re scared of the booming noises outside due to the way your eyes widened with fear at the first rumble. he doesn’t want to leave you alone while your trembling like this, but he will leave you for a moment to make sure the curtains of your windows are closed so you can’t see the lightening either. once he returns, he’s making sure you stay close to him so you feel safer. just like pattadol, he will cover your ears to help drown out the noise as well. and if that idea doesn’t work, he’ll change into his beast form so you can pet him…

· · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · ·

“are you sure this is okay?”, you whispered. your boyfriend had taken his place between your legs, resting his head comfortably on your chest so you could easily reach his fluffy fur. his arms also had wrapped themselves around your waist, acting as a blanket. with the way his body was now, there was no way you were getting up. at least, not for awhile.

lycion didn’t have any complaints about that fact, he loves to cuddle you. though, he never did so with you in his beast form before. it never really crossed his mind before, but the sight of you afraid made him have to think outside of the box. now what he was worried about was making sure you remained calm. “‘course, why wouldn’t it be?”

you looked to the side. it wasn’t that this form that bothered you, no, he was beautiful. but the thought that he may have felt like he had to didn’t sit right with you. “i don’t want to make you uncomfortable…”

he waved a hand at you, dismissing the thought. then he nuzzled his head deeper into your chest, signaling you that he wanted you to pet him. so with a gentle hand, you began running your fingers through his hair along with giving him a few head scratches. “please, pet me all you’d like. and maybe tell me about your day out with that half-elf girl, marcille, was it? i’d like to hear more about all the fun you had.”

so you began rambling on about your outing with marcille, not missing a single detail. how you had a run in with rin from kabru’s party, going to a new restaurant the both of you wanted to try, and all the shops you got to go to. hearing how your day went, he was almost jealous that he didn’t get to be there with you because of his duties.

as you finished your story, you began to focus on the man in your arms and how cute he was. his eyes were closed just at your touch, if he was a cat, he would definitely be purring. it was so domestic and sweet, your body was beginning to feel tired from the warmth surrounding you. “you’re pretty soft, lycion.”

he laughed a bit at your statement, “why thank you, love.”

then the room went silent, but not without the sounds of the storm still outside. lycion could hear that your heartbeat had slowed down, then he glanced up to get a look at your face. and lo and behold, you were fast asleep with your hand still resting on his head. his eyes widened at the sight, surprised that you fell asleep so quickly, “they fell right asleep, huh?”

but he relaxed against you as he was before, loving the affection he was getting. “gotta say, this ain’t bad.”

“sweet dreams, [name].”

@𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 - please do not translate or copy my works.

𝐚/𝐧 : if you’d like a pt. 2 with laio’s party, lemme know!

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[bloodyfries]

Epic songs that fit Svsss characters/moments

Epic and scum villain are currently my favorite fandoms (not counting tgcf) so I wanted to make this list. Also please give me any epic x svsss fics or art, I'd greatly appreciate it (I've already read the suffering fic)!!!

Just a man: This was actually what inspired this list and the idea for an animation won't leave my head. This is Shen Qingqiu during the abyss scene. This is him trying to rationalize pushing Luo Binghe. The whole first half of the song is him saying how he couldn’t possibly do it. You'd replace "Deep down I'd trade the world to see my son and wife" with "Deep down I'd trade almost anything to save you from this fate" (yes ik it doesn't sound good or rhyme but I'm terrible at anything music based or poem based). The silent beat between "I'm just a man" and the "but when dose a comet become a meteor" is the system reminded him of how many points he'll lose (and maybe how many he has), so he get that final push to turn his sword onto Luo Binghe.

Luck runs out: OK, this one is not even close to cannon but I'd love if this happened even if it's slightly occ. Also this isn't nearly as long as just a man bc that one actually has been haunting my brain like Christmas in October. I can see this is moment between Shen Qingqiu escaping the water prison and self destructing where somehow Shen Qingqiu runs into Shang Qinghua. I think that it would be more likely to happen if they were a bit closer and if Shang Qinghua wasn't fully sure that the mushroom bodies would be ok. I think it could sort of be Shang Qinghua trying to get Shen Qingqiu to flee the city (this gets shut down either by Shen Qingqiu telling him about the blood mites or Luo Binghe almost having qi deviation)

Wouldn't you like: Doing time jumps because I'm going in Epic order. This is literally just some sort of knowledge person rewarding Luo Binghe for helping them. So they tell him about Xin Mo and how all of his enemies (or monsters), that will kill him if he doesn't become stronger, will be easily defeated with Xin Mo

There are other ways: A woman who was supposed to be a wife trying to get out of a lost fight. Of course Luo Binghe doesn't care so instead she gives him information about a prophet that can help him escape in exchange for mercy.

No longer you: I would talk about this but there are already at least three animations on YouTube on this, they're both so good. [animation 1] [animation 2] [animation 3]

Monster: Luo Binghe finally "snapping" or coming to terms with his blackening (in the abyss)

Suffering: Sirens that were either a wife plot or wives themselves originally, probably both. Luo Binghe trying to get info out of a siren that looks like his beloved shizun, thats it. There is also a really cool animation of this on YouTube. [Animation]

Legendary: this on is only being added because the same creator at the suffering did one if legendary and it opened my eyes. It's pretty much white lotus Binghe talking about wanting to be great then cutting to black lotus (during the five years) wishing for his shizun back. [Animation]

Little wolf: Kind of a stretch but Meng Mo training a young Luo Binghe. This would not be a real fight but old fights that Luo Binghe lost and is reliving in his dreams to see what he did wrong. The only problem would be hurting the mind by hurting someone in a dream. Alternatively: Shen Qingqiu silently cheering on Luo Binghe during his "fight" with Ming Fan. Quick thought would just be the leaves being shot

Not sorry for loving you: I already made a post about this and as you can see by the dwindling lengths of these descriptions, I'm getting really lazy (plus it's late) so just read the post please. [Post]

I can't help but wonder: This just feels like something post cannon where BingQiu finally talk about everything. Luo Binghe probably says something about how he's a monster and has done terrible things and Shen Qingqiu is practically offended that Luo Binghe would suggest that Shen Qingqiu wouldn't love him because of that

This post was too ambitious for one sitting, especially this late but I did it. I might add more when my thoughts are more coherent and I'm not just throwing the pink slab of meat in my skull into the post

[the-azure-emperor]

"You're not competition; you're entertainment."

Guten Tag, my dear peasants—or should I say, admirers? 💙

The name’s Michael Kaiser, but you already knew that, didn’t you? The genius striker. The one and only. But this corner of the internet? This isn’t about soccer stats or post-game interviews.

Here, I’ll give you exclusive access—no VIP pass required—into the life of your boyfriend. That's right, this is personal. Romantic dinners in Paris? Midnight musings under the stars? A glimpse at my perfectly curated life? You’ll find it all here.

What to expect:

Stories of our imaginary dates (handpicked for someone as exceptional as you).

Glimpses into what it’s like being with the ultimate boyfriend material. Spoiler: it’s amazing. 😏

Little headcanons about what I would do if I were your boyfriend—because, let’s face it, who wouldn’t dream of that?

Sappy thoughts about you. Because yes, I think about you constantly.

Me being your biggest fan. (Yes, even bigger than you are of me.)

Soccer? Maybe. But this is our space, not a press conference.

Now, don’t be shy—slide into my asks or let me know what you want to see from your beloved Kaiser. Oh, and don’t forget—Ich liebe dich. Always.

occ under the cut luvs

✮ I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing, and I kinda hate myself for whatever this is. Let's start with that (:

✮ I'm aware there are other bllk rp blogs for Kaiser but I really wanted to try out 'boyfriend' material stuff for this guy because I can't even imagine him having a partner? I want to explore his character because I hate him professionally, also I'm failing my German class so this will help me practise my German, translations will be included <3

✮ Uh Kaiser is nineteen so I don't mind NSFW just a little bit y'know light stuff like jokes, NOT directed towards mod though because they are a minor

✮ Also if this concept is a little confusing let me make a quick summary of what this blog is, he's your boyfriend kinda? It's like if Kaiser had a Patreon where he pretends to be people's boyfriend for money lol idfk It can be real if you want there will be no difference unless you want there to be, so basically Micheal Kaiser, but he is DOWN BAD for you, utterly whipped, infatuated.

✮ HES A TEASE, THE BIGGEST TEASE, IT'S HIS LOVE LANGUAGE, YOU WILL BE TEASED

✮ Michael Kaiser is a character from Blue Lock created by Kaneshiro Muneyuki, illustrated by Nomura Yusuke. All rights reserved.

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[frieda-dear-of-aphrodite]

Intro Post:

"Hello my dears, I am Frieda, a daughter of Aphrodite!"

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Age, and Any Conditions?: "14 years, almost 15, and will be so in April! I also have PTSD, and something called age regression!"

Pronouns?: "She/her."

Sexuality?: "Straight! I'm also currently single!"

Relationships?: "Let's see... Hm... Here you go!:

<Tag List, Ask To Be Added Or Removed:>

@daughter-of-thanatosss "Probably my closest friend!"

@jinx-child-of-hephaustus "Another friend of mine, '^^."

@gave-mortals-fire "I don't know exactly who he is... He's just really nice!"

@spiderboichildofathena "He's also pretty nice."

Likes?: "I love a romantic sunset. I like to listen to pop music. And, I like the colors pink and white."

Dislikes?: "I dislike scary movies, and creepy stuff in general. I'm not into much adventure, but I at least want to prove myself to people."

Any Abilities?: "I currently have a mental version of Charmspeak!"

Kill Count?: "... Um ... Well ... No one."

(She's killed one person.)

Near Death Count?: "Definitely quite a few?... Four? Two attempted by-... Never mind."

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(OCC Undercut)

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[mokusilkani]

✧~Ardoni Are Tall~✧

✧Thalleous- Galius- Hadion- Achillean- Zulius- Hubris- Ingressus- Tygren (Separate) x Not so short Reader

|Warnings: This probably has mischaracterization, just letting you know

✧Summary: You never really remember the fact that the Ardoni are abnormally taller than the average person. So it became very obvious to you and your S/O on the height difference between the two of you.

A/N: This is my first time writing for these characters. They def might be OCC considering some of them haven't gotten a lot of screen time so I try to write them on how I think they will act. Don't take this seriously if they do act too OCC. I apologize deeply for the long wait, I still haven't taken an accurate analysis on the characters personalities.

1/26/25: Haiii it’s me, I have this rotting in my draft for months now. I decided to post it despite not really finishing it. Galadar is removed from this since I absolutely have ZERO ideas for him. I don’t mind if you share yall opinions on the characters if this doesn’t seem accurate to their cannon personalities but I probably won’t write for them again. This was simply a fun writing for me but please enjoy your crumbs :3

✧Thalleous✧

He doesn't acknowledge it to you, but indeed finds it adorable on how much shorter you are. Of course he's not gonna tease you about it, despite the number of times he has to reach places since you can't on your own without needing a stool or something to make you taller.

✧Galleous✧

Galleous has no trouble talking about it in front of you. "I've had my fair shares with human encounters but you seem to be... much shorter" He'll sometimes intentionally put things on higher shelves so he can see you struggle. Remember that one time when all your supplies were suspiciously put on the highest shelf? It was done by the hands of your husband. He just prefers to see your reaction, he's old and tired. Nothing wrong with getting a little entertainment from the teasing, no?

✧Hadion✧

The amount of times he's caught you leaning to grasp whatever you need, is too much to count. "Sweetie, have you seen my swor- what are you doing-?" You have to embarrassly explain, and you can't go without earning a chuckle from him. "Don't worry, I'll get it for you" placing a kiss on your forehead(He has to crouch to do that) as he helps you.

✧Achillean✧

GIVE ME THAT MAN. If you need to be assisted, Achillean is right there for you like a loyal dog. Dawg if you want to be crazy then you can use him as a stepping tool, he's ain't complaining considering he was given the taller genes. He finds it absolutely adorable on the obvious height differences. On a long walk to a neighboring town, your feet were getting sore and weak. Which leads you to this awkward moment. Complain once about you being too tired to walk any much longer, and find yourself being carried in bridal style by an unbothered Achillean. "My love don't worry, your problems are all safe with me" (You totally didn't get any weird stares- hahhahha...)

✧Zulius✧

At first when he met you, he had to leen his head down to look at your face. He's one of the few who didn't really bother with a short s/o, all he views is his beautiful darling. Despite this, he thought he could make it easier for you by doing simple acts that don't take a lot of thought. Simply kneeling down to your eye level, fetching your supplies on a shelf taller than you are, or carrying you firmly in his arms so you could see the northern lights better(I headcannon that he takes his s/o to see the Northern lights as a date spot)

✧Hubris✧

NOW HEAR ME OUT, he brings out the short jokes, you can't convince me. You could be out of breath and nearly on the verge of collapsing after running for so long , and he would bring one of them short jokes out of the blue. He's not mean, he'll apologize the next second later if you genuinely get irritated.

✧Ingressus✧

Unlike his former friend(idk or brother), he is not into the idea of being used like a platform just so you can do whatever. Listen he's very helpful with anything that is considered a problem for you with your shortness but he's the Deathsinger. It'll look weird for Ardonia's most feared figure to have someone on his back using him to their liking.

✧Tygren✧

Either he doesn't give a flip or he's hella cocky about it. He won't and wouldn't crouch or kneel at eye level for you since he has too much of an ego. You are never safe from him making it obvious on the gaping difference in height tho. He can be walking in front of you and doesn't care that you're struggling to catch up. It gets so bad that you have to sprint if you want to catch up to him, and by the time you do, he'll ignore you and still not slow down. But you are his s/o, his lover, the one motivation he strives to still fight for. If you two are alone, he might be willing to do some sweet things for you. Example, is something too high to get? He will grab it without asking and hand it over to you without saying anything. He may actually be a sweetheart behind closed door. "What? Can't handle walking a few miles? You pathetic little thing"

[its-a-little-bit-dangerous]

"Hello my friends! It's so great to see you here! Would you like some Moly-? ... I'm joking! Welcome! ^^."

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Age?: "Too old for you most likely, dawling! Hahah!"

Pronouns?: "He/Him ^^."

Sexually attracted to?: "... WELL- Women. I'll only tell you that... Hahah!"

Relationships?: "Let me introduce you to some of my dearest friends!" <Tag List, Ask To Be Added Or Removed! You Will Tagged For Open Starters, And Possibly More,>

@hesjust-a-boy "My grandson's other boy!"

@child-of-persephone-anterice "I have no words for how perfect she is, darling!"

@young-telemachus "A younger version of Telemachus, still the same, though!"

@winetheaterinsanity "Dionysus, heh!"

@surrenderyourmindtome "One of my many children!"

@lia-scamander "Astrea! I don't know a lot about her myself, but, she seems quite nice!"

@theimmortalalwayssuffer "The One. I don't get why everyone seems afraid of them."

Likes?: "Holy Moly! I love calling people "dawling", dawling! Watching action, and not trying to get involved in it ^^! Odysseus, and his family!"

Dislikes?: "Oh, dawling! I have no such things! ... Besides someone trying to stop my closest friends from reaching home ... {LOOKING AT POSEIDON}. And also people threatening my closest friends' wife or husband... {LOOKING AT THE SUITORS}... Hahaha-!"

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[finnlongman]

So as far as the death itself, without checking to refresh my memory, I can recall this much:

He ties himself to a standing stone with his entrails (I'm pretty sure it's his entrails) and dies. Lugaid's men are ordered to shoot the body with a couple of arrows to make sure, then Lugaid triumphantly walks up to the body, possibly to gloat.

When he gets close enough, Cú Chulainn glows with "hero-light" (that's the translation that stands out in my mind the most, I always thought it was a less intense show of power than the riastrad) one last time as his sword falls from his lifeless hand to behead Lugaid. The rest of his men stay back (this may actually be when they shoot the arrows, I'm iffy on the timing of that part) and nobody else approaches Cú Chulainn's body until a corvid lands on his shoulder; I admittedly just saw your post on my dash where someone else mentioned that part - that's why I went with "corvid" - but I already remembered it as being significant. I also remember it being implied (if not said outright) that it's taken as a sign from the Morrígan (or Babd, if the author makes the distinction. You know how it is with na Mórrígna) that he's finally really truly actually dead.

So yeah. That's my recollection, mixed between everything I've read.

So, in BMMM:

Cú Chulainn ties himself to a standing stone so that he might die standing. He ties himself using his "body belt". I think this is a belt and not a euphemism for intestines, mostly because he already yeeted his innards into a lake, and I'm not sure how many of them he's got left at this point.

Cú Chulainn dies

The men of Ireland are afraid to approach him because they think he's still alive.

Erc shames them that they haven't beheaded him yet and they behead him??? This seems like a textual corruption since in the following paragraph it becomes clear that he still has his head, not sure what's going on there.

The Líath Macha comes back and guards Cú Chulainn, killing anyone who approaches him. We are told that he guards CC "as long as his soul was in him and the hero's light from his forehead remained"; presumably the light goes out when he finally actually dies, but that isn't mentioned.

A scald-crow lands on Cú Chulainn's body, making it clear he's dead. There is nothing textual to suggest the bird is anything except a regular carrion bird, but people do tend to read into it.

Lugaid beheads Cú Chulainn (again???) (This one seems to be the actual beheading since it is referenced later)

Cú Chulainn's sword falls from his hand and chops off Lugaid's hand

Cú Chulainn's arm is struck off in revenge 

A few small details differ from your account but on the whole it's broadly similar, except that there are no arrows. Arrows are pretty rare in Irish sources, to be honest.

In OCC:

Cú Chulainn asks Láeg to help him go to the standing stone so that the men of Ireland will think him alive and won't behead him. Once there, he just seems to lean against it, I don't think he actually ties himself to it in this one.

Cú Chulainn dies

(Láeg leaves with the Dub Sainglend to go and tell Emer.)

The men of Ireland are afraid to approach Cú Chulainn for three days and three nights (big timeline extension compared to BMMM and very much sets CC up as Rubbish Jesus)

During these three days and nights, Cú Chulainn's body is guarded by the Líath Macha 

Medb summons Badb ingen Cailitín and tells her to go and find out whether Cú Chulainn is alive or not.

The men of Ireland see Badb ingen Cailitín in the form of a scald-crow land on Cú Chulainn, so they know he's dead.

They attempt to take Cú Chulainn's sword and it falls and chops off ten of their right hands (? I haven't quite translated this part yet, so that's from eyeballing it) (Later on it seems like one of these hands was Lugaid's, but I'm not sure that was actually specified) ETA having now translated this passage, essentially they can't get close enough because of the sword, so Lugaid suggests they cut the tendon of his hand so that the sword will fall. They do, it does, thirty people lose a hand. (Syntactically: ten kings' sons twenty, hence I misread it as ten originally.) One of them is probably Lugaid but it doesn't actually say so.

Medb tells them to behead Cú Chulainn. They agree it's right for Lugaid to be the one to do this, which he does.

Then Cú Chulainn's head seems to glow? Presumably this is a hero's light situation after death. Again, this is beyond where I've got to in my translation, so while I know the broad outline of what's going on, a few of the finer details are a little vague.

Still no arrows!

I would say your version is closest to Brislech Mór Maige Muirthemne, the earlier text, but this is the one part of the story where they actually largely agree on events with only a few differences, such as Láeg's presence and how much they argue over Cú Chulainn's head before and after it is removed from his body.

[sgt-scottymoreau]

No title for this one as it's 3 small short fics I wanted to share just for fun and a little bit out of the main series. The short stories were written after I finished MWIII back then. It has a lot of mix feelings in them and maybe some OCC. I really needed to get some stuff out of the system. Also mostly posting them because I finally got the courage to write my own fic about the game with a lot of changes lol Ain't no way Soap remain dead nope! He will be save in my version! So technically these short are not canon for me (had tem with the note Fake Canon in my files)

Enjoy!

Goodbye Soap (Words: 975 / Warning: Mention of death)

She rushed through the crossover with Gaz and Ghost. The urgency was high. The police agents with Price and Soap were KIA, Makarov's bomb was still armed and the Russian was on his way to the two men. Never in her life did she feel out of breath like she did right now. It wasn't the running or constant shooting at Konnis. No, it was something different. A bad feeling that had her by the throat. When they finally reached the bomb site, Scotty's mind went on auto-pilot at soon as she saw him. The corner of her eyes catched Malarov fleeing with his Konnis, the other saw Price to the bomb. Gaz shouted at the captain to get on the bomb. "Soap said we need to cut the red wire. Only red!"

The rest of the conversation went into a blurr. She kneeled next to Soap, Ghost also by. He called out his name. "Johnny!" Her eyes trailed on the pool of blood, the injury on his head. Her hands let go of her gun, instinctively rested on his shoulder and her fingers clenched on his jacket. 

"Soap…" The knot in her throat gew thighter. Her hand clenched till her knuckles went white. Her eyes meet Ghost's. They both saw it in each other; the pain. The sadness. Scotty barely paid attention to what was being said from Gaz or Price. They were probably telling Laswell about the one KIA and how Makarov escaped. Her breathing got heavier, her vision blurred. It wasn't the first time she lost a friend on the field. It happened in the army. But it has been a while since. And after all they went through together, she never expected it to happen. 

"Scotty! Hey! Camille!" Ghost's voice finally reached her and brought her back to reality. But her mind only had Makarov. Without a word, she grabbed her gun back, ran to the door he had escaped and threw the weapon at it. Pointless as the door was massive and made of metal, it was made to resist in case of flood in the tunnel.

"Fucking Makarov! You fucking bastard!" She screamed followed by another scream of pure rage and pain that echoed in the tunnels. It was chilling. She took back the gun and banged on the door with it. Scotty still had enough clarity to know bullets would only ricochets. Till Gaz came to stop her. He looked at her with as much sadness as she was filled with. The rage in her eyes slowly died down. "He killed him… he killed Soap." Her voice was weak. 

"I know. We know." Gaz whispered. Her gun fell to the ground. "Come here." He opened his arms and she buried herself in them. Ghost watched in the distance, Price standing next to him. None of them ever saw her like this before but they all understood her pain. Ghost also lost a friend, one of the very few people he trusted. They all knew the risks, yet… they couldn't shake off those feelings. Ghost looked at Soap. His friend… family was gone. Again, he had lost his family. 

"I'm sorry Johnny." He whispered, emotion taking him by the throat as well. 

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A few days later, the four of them were standing on the edge of the hill. Sunset in the distance. Somewhere on the coast of Scotland. They knew Soap would have agreed with this place. They stood in silence for a moment. Even Gaz had removed his cap. Scotty held Ghost's hand. Her fingers softly squeezed it from time to time. Her eyes kept looking forwards, she heard Price's voice in the wind. Ghost's fingers gently slipped away from hers. From the corner, she watched as he bent to pick up the urn in the bag. One by one the men said something. When her turn came, her eyes filled with tears again. She couldn't stand seeing the urn. But she had to say something. "My best friend, the brother I never had." Her lips quivered, her voice cracked on a few words. Ghost opened the urn and the ashes scattered in the wind. The four of them stood there to watch. Scotty felt the emotions grow bigger and bigger, but she didn't want to break down in front of Gaz and Price. Not again. She did enough on the day itself and at the funeral. Her eyes remained glued to the horizon, till Gaz and Price left leaving only her and Ghost. 

"Camille?" Ghost worried. Her face was turning red, she was holding her breath and the silent tears rolled down. "It's alright, love. You can let go."

No scream. Only sobbing as she crouched. Standing felt like too much. Ghost kneeled to her height and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. The past days had been hard for both, but at least they still had each other. "Why. Why him!" She sobbed loudly. "Motherfucker like Graves fucking lives, but life as to take good guys like Soap! Fuck! Fuck everything! Simon… it fucking hurts and it won't stop… I want it to stop." 

"I know, love. We all want it, trust me." He pulled her closer into his arms. His grip tightened as he also felt some tears on the back of his eyes. She always reminded him of Soap, these two were so much alike. Seeing her like this, broken, it only made it worse for him. He wanted to see her back to her old self. Hear laugh and smile. But this would only come with time. For now, they had to grief their best friend. They stayed in each other arms till she calmed down, till their body ached from remaining in the same position for so long and when Price came to tell them it was time to go home. 

Revenge (Words: 1k / Warning: Violence)

This was the last stretch. After another long game of cat and mouse, after having Makarov slipping away so many times, they had him pinned. The 141 finally got the upper hand, they were two steps ahead of him. Even if they were running after him right now. 

"Ghost, Scotty, take the left! Gaz with me on the right!" Price shouted. 

They will corner him. Makarov found himself running in the old building's hallway, alone with no back up, only a pistol with no mag left. He wasn't the kind of man to be afraid, far from it, but he knew when he was about to be beaten. That enraged him. They ruined his plan back then in London, and they did again here. He swore that if he could make it, Price and his task force would win again. The russian quickly found himself in a dead end. He cursed. 

"Drop your fucking weapon!" Ghost shouted, his own gun pointed at him. 

Makarov did not. He didn't back down, instead firing what was left of ammo to the lieutenant. Ghost fell back, as a few bullets hit him. Scotty grabbed him by the collar and pulled him back to cover. "You good?" Panic was obvious in her tone. There was no denying that this brought back unpleasant memories. 

"I'm good, plate stopped most of them." Most as one did graze his upper arm and he was bleeding. More unpleasant memories, that one time in Las Almas. Scotty felt all emotions boiling up. She had to keep them in control. She leaned from cover and pressed the trigger. Nothing. She kept pulling it but no firing. She let out a curse. The worst moment for a stuck gun. If they didn't do anything now Makarov would escape. She looked for her side gun, forgetting she lost it earlier when they took down all the remaining Konnis protecting their boss. She turned to Ghost to use his, however he had dropped it when the bullets hit him. The sergeant leaned out of cover to see it, just as Makarov did. Their eyes met. In a fraction of second both jumped towards it. Scotty slid on the ground, actually kicking the gun out of reach for both. Makarov turned on his heel to attempt a second time to get it, but her feet locked around his leg and he tripped. He flipped on his back, kicking her on time before she could jump on him. Scotty stepped back holding her stomach. It did hurt. Makarov pushed himself up ready to make a run for it. She quickly reacted by throwing herself at him. They struggled again, till she eventually had him pinned down under her. 

"What now, Moreau?" He taunted. 

"Don't say my name you fucking son of a bitch!" She raged between her teeth. A feeling she thought she had buried long ago, seemed to surface again. 

"Why jump on me, when you could have used your knife?" She realized almost too late what he meant, when his hand reached for her throwing knife. Scotty grabbed his wrist, flipped his arm away, swiftly took her knife and stabbed him in the palm. Makarov groaned in pain. 

"No… No, that would be too easy." The light in her eyes grew darker. "A bullet or a knife in the heart? Too easy. Choking you would be the same… You are a monster for what you did. Sacrificing your own people for a war? Disgusting."

"Lecture me as you want, we both know it won't change a thing."

"Indeed. It won't bring them back. It won't bring back Soap..."

"MacTavish?" Pain jolted in his jaw as she punched him.

"Don't say his name!" She shouted. "Don't you dare! You killed him! You killed my best friend!" Another hit on the opposite side. "And just now you almost killed Ghost!" 

Makarov spat blood, a cocky smile on his face. "Afraid to lose Riley? I wonder why. You are close, right."

She yelled at him to shut up. Rage boiled in every inch of her body. Then, her mind snapped. The memories of Soap lying down in a puddle of blood, motionless, glassy eyes, all while Makarov was running away. "You killed my best friend…" She said softly. But the look she had in her eyes sent chills down his spine. There was no emotion, no life in them. 

Ghost watched in the distance. He saw it all. How her back straightened, how the atmosphere felt heavy and then the noises of punches. The cry from the russian as his bones broke under the impact. Her ragged breath, her cries as the pain from a few months prior resurfaced. He saw the blood tainting her first, splattering everywhere. Price and Gaz finally joined up. The sergeant made sure he was ok, the captain went to check on her. "Scotty? Scotty! Hey!" He tried to approach, but he risked getting hurt. "Camille!"

Hearing her name seems to snap her out of her trance. Scotty's fist lowered down and she slowly turned to face her captain. Price's eyes widened, so did Gaz and Ghost's. They knew she was capable of many things. Just like Soap, she did fight the whole world if needed. But none ever saw such a display. Her face was covered with blood splatter, knuckles were red, her clothes were also tainted. Tears mixed with the red on her cheeks. Under her, Makarov lay still, motionless, in a very bad shape. Price placed two fingers on his neck to find no pulse. He turned back to Scotty who was shaking. He put his hand on her shoulder and forced her to look at him, to have her anchored to reality. "It's alright, lass, it's all over. Take a deep breath." He was surprised that she was capable of killing a man with her bare hands. It was a mess. 

Ghost, with the help of Gaz, lowered himself to her height. What she just did was horrifying, at least in the eyes of a commoner. He was still unsure, but… "Johnny would like that." He said with a smile behind his mask. Despite the injured arm, the blood covering her, he pulled her into a hug. Makarov was dead, but it would never change what he did. 

Dumb move (Words: 938 / Warning: None)

Scotty, Gaz and Ghost were casually talking. Joking around, remembering their lost friend. It took them a while to be able to talk of him without feeling an atrocious pain. It still left them with a bitter feeling, but it was bearable. Price joined their table. "What are you talking about, lads?"

"We were talking about Soap." Gaz said with a faint smile. 

"He would have loved to kick Graves." Scotty added. 

"I guess we have to do it for him now." Ghost finished. "And Shepherd as well."

"That won't be a problem." Price muttered. Or he thought so, he swore he said it softly enough but the look on the three operatives made him realize. They heard him. 

"What do you mean boss?" Gaz wondered. Price knew that he wouldn't be able to keep the secret from them. Not for long anyway. So he explained to them what he did. Gaz and Ghost didn't react too much. This was not surprising coming from their captain and Scotty knew that as well. But something didn't quite sit right with her. The execution of his plan. 

"So you put a target on all of us then?" Her tone was dry. Her face was serious and she glared at the Captain. 

"He put a target on himself the moment he sent Graves after my team." He replied in the same tone. 

"Sure. But isn't entering the pentagon or whenever Shepherd was, walking, shooting him and walking out was a brilliant idea? I don't fucking think so."

"Camille?" Ghost frowned behind his mask. That was unusual from her. 

"Oh please Simon! For fuck sake! Never crossed your brain that they will investigate? That they will check who's the last person who had access to his office? They will check camera footage. Fingerprint even! He was a fucking 4 star general for fuck sake!"

"I had to do it." Price growled. He leaned against the table, his hand clenching in a fist. "He betrayed us, lied to save his ass in front of the congress. He got his fucking job back like nothing happened. Nothing would have been done about what he did! He could have done whatever shady thing he wanted again. We don't play by the rules anymore."

"Then we are not so different from our enemies." This sent a cold around the table. Ghost and Gaz glanced at each other unsure where to put themselves. 

"Don't you fucking dare say this." Price stood from his seat. Scotty did the same, not afraid of him. "We don't kill innocents! We don't go for civilians like most of them."

"But killing people just because you feel like it, is as disgusting. Make me wonder if you are not gonna kill one of us because we don't agree with you."

Price inhaled loudly. Ghost had stood by then, a hand carefully pressed on Scotty's shoulder. "Ok take it easy you two. That's enough."

"It's a little hypocrite coming from you. If I recall you were willing to kill your own commander back then."

"It was fucking self defense Price! He would have killed me! He almost did! If I had killed him I was in all my right! You and Laswell were there, you saw it!"

"And you were there when Graves and Shepherd betrayed all of us. Fuck, you kno-"

"Yes I was in Las Almas!" She cut him in a shout. "I was there with Soap and Ghost as we were running for our life to fucking make it to the next day! It still doesn't give the right to shoot the man in his office, to risk the team being tracked like war criminals!" 

"Then you didn't truly care for Soap." This washed over Scotty like ice cold water. Even Gaz and Ghost looked at the captain in disbelief. The captain was now a few inches away from her. Gaz placed his hand on his shoulder, applying just enough pressure to tell the captain he wouldn't hesitate to push him away. "You know he would have agreed with me. He would have even helped if I had asked!"

"You take that back… You take what you just said back, Price." 

"What? You didn't care about Soap? Call yourself his best friend and yet you let him down even after death." 

"Shut your fucking mouth!" She screamed at him, tears of rage rolling down her cheeks. Ghost pushed her backwards and so did Gaz with Price.

"Come on Price, this way out of line." Ghost warned. 

"She is the one out of line! No respect for her superior."

"If Soap died because of you! You should have let him kill Makarov back then! His death is one you and killing Shepherd and Graves won't change that! You didn't care about him! And now you don't care about any of us! You are willing to target us as war criminals and I won't have this! This is not what I signed for!"

"Then quit. Like I care! If you can’t get your precious hands dirty then maybe you are not fit for the 141!"

Scotty glared at him, not saying a word. She was beyond hurt at this point. But what would happen if they connected Shepherd's death to Price was not something she wanted to see. "I can do the dirty work, but you captain. Can you take one for the team? Can you own up to your mistake if they catch you? Or will everyone drag one of us with you to the death row?" 

She moved away from Ghost grip, leaving the conversation here, before blood would spill.

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Waltz of the liars

Warning: Mention of alcohol, slight stalking -more like derived watching duty. Borderline soft yandere. Female reader. Intrusive thought of undressing Childe. Reader is probably too detailled for a xReader. Might be OCC.

Note: I am very late for the birthday boy, but this one is in my draft for six months, I promised myself it would be my first post, and I still found things to change last minute. Hope you will enjoy it ! It was fun to write.

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The winter solstice, one of the most important events in Snezhnaya. You can easily imagine the townsfolks running and laughing in the festival in town. It is one of the rare events where peoples go out of their house to affront the harsh start of the winter together. The lights of the cities, the scent of grilled meat, the hot drinks to warm bodies, the simple chit-chat to warm the heart. What a beautiful sight it must be there. But this is something you can only daydream. Because for today, as a noble, you are attending the solstice’s annual bal. The fanciest rendezvous of the year where all high society is personally invited to Zapolyarny palace.

Archons. What would you not give to have a bottle of Fire-Water in your hand right now. It would make the whole night more bearable.

Usually, you find ways to avoid social gatherings. But for tonight’s event, no excuse. Your absence would be noticed. And your father would die of shame if he had to explain you are not at THE event of the year because you preferred drink strong alcohol with commoners.

Violin’s plays in harmony with piano and flutes to create delicate melodies. Noble’s families of all the region are present, mixed with the bourgeois, all wearing false smiles and expensive clothes to expose their wealth and hide their flaws. The ballroom is gorgeous. An immense room bathing in golden light, decorated with beautiful wall paintings, each counting forgotten stories of old times. Gold and silver ornaments, pure white marble pillars, collections of unpriceable objects of all times exposed like simple goods. Everything here shows who is the wealthier of all people gathered here, of Snezhnaya. Under the enchanting waltzes, numerous guests already started to dance. Others are engaged in deep hypocrite praises, hiding their snarky comments under gentle smiles. Others are just trying to create connections, to look well and enter in the good graces of more influential than themself. And above all of them, looking down from her throne, the Tsaritsa quietly observe the crowd.

What does the Cryo Archon must think of this masquerade? The answer is one only she has, because to all guests, she just arbor a usual frozen expression on her face. Like the ice traps a body for centuries, her feelings are hidden deep behind her cold non-revealing gaze.

“Lady (Y/s), are you okay? You are very quiet since the start of the night” note a voice taking you out of your thoughts.

You immediately put a sweet smile on your face, hiding the true annoyance you face in company of these ladies. This one in particular, is leading the conversation for more than twenty minutes.

“Everything is perfect, I am deeply thankful for your concern Lady Balakin. I am more of a listener than a talker personally. But please continue I enjoy our talk”

It was a lie. Big. Fat. Lie. You do enjoy when she talks because her speech does not require much concentration to be followed unlike other, so you can daydream in peace while hearing stories and gathering information. She has a simple mind for a noble -perhaps she isn’t good at reading social cues, she doesn’t seem to have much ulterior motive after all. But she sure enjoys talking about everything and anything. You decide to encourage her in her previous subject.

“I heard your father new jewel business in Liyue is very promising. Is the Shivada Jade on your pendant comes from there? The crystal is cleaner than anything I ever saw and the deep shades of clear blue reminds me of the pure ice of our homeland. I am sure they would be greatly coveting in the noble’s circles when they will be available on the Snezhnaya market”

Being able to daydream while still following a conversation is a common skill in noble of your rank, and you are grateful you inherited it from your father. The lady was enchanted by the praise and started on a rant about her father businesses and the expected date of the first sell in the country, while the others listened with false admiration. You note to yourself to talk to your father about it. The quality of these stones seems to be no joke. He would like to have a look before the Regrator completely take on the business leashes -like most of the new profitable business here.

Thinking about you father, he sure is busy tonight. A glance to his side and you see him in deep talk with men of his age and rank -surprisingly, only those with non-engaged son. Here is another reason why you could not escape this ball. Your father was set on getting you married. Between him and your brother -talking to his single male friend- both are more than ever ready to find you a fiancé tonight. You were never engaged until now, and always found a way to slow down the process. But now is the limit of your single life it seems. A pain. Really. For what? You are not sure. Your family probably have an interest to it.

You finish the cup of champagne in your hand -not the first of the night, but not enough to handle this joke. You seriously start regretting not running away from home. You could have gone to the festival. Find a random guy to hook up with. Cause some big scandal in the family. Being disowned. And go live as a commoner. You sure you can find a job somewhere. A teacher, a secretary…something like that. Worst case scenario you could enroll in the military. The Fatui are known to teach their recruits different tasks, and your experience dealing with social gatherings give you some point. But you are here. With these ladies only able to talk about their family’s business or spit venom disguised as honey. Between nobles and bourgeois and their little war of ego. Trying to keep your best poker face while your own family will sell you off to a stranger before the end of the night. You really need something exciting in your life now, before you just start to be silly and engage in rumors talk.

“Excuse me my lady, would you mind to give me this dance?”

You turn to the voice. A young man is here, bowing his back before you, offering you his gloved hand. The first thing you see is that he has wild ginger hair -not the most common thing for a noble. But his clothes are fancy. Simple compared to the extravagant costumes of some, but sure expensive. The quality seems to be great, and your eyes aren’t easily fooled. The glowing hydro vision at his waist isn’t a joke either. His posture is straight but respectful. He has a cheeky smirk. And you are sure, he is challenging you. “Are you going to accept?” is the sentence wrote on his face. The kind of wild and bold attitude you could see in the middle child of a big family. He wants attention. And he knows how to attract it from others. Your quick analysis makes you think he is either a countryside noble, or a new bourgeois, even if some details are bothering you. You do not know him. His face or feature are not familiar at all, which is strange as you made sure to learn the list of the guests before coming.

You would not even think to accept this kind of bold proposal usually. But you cannot mutter a word for what feels like an eternity. You can just look at his eyes. His blue eyes are empty. Like a deep dark ocean where many were drowned. That is not the kind of look you can see in your typical wild and cheeky middle child. The ladies by your side were speechless too. The audacity of such a proposal must have made them lose their words. You give a little glance on your father and brother side. Your brother eyes and mouth are wide open, he looks like a fish, first time you see him like this. While your father, surprised at first, make you signs to refuse. It is written on his face there is a problem. You shall not accept this proposal at any cost.

But his blue eyes. These two gems without any spark. Why such a look? Who he is? What does he want? What did he live to have such a look at this young age? And hey, Archons heard your prayer. They sure sent you something a little interesting when you asked.

You extend him a gentle smile and takes his hands. Instead of engaging in rumors talk, it seems you will be the center of them for some time.

“With pleasure, mister”

Aaaaah, seems like you will be a bad girl tonight. But this is perhaps the last time of your single life.

He guides you to the ballroom, and you can’t help but feel the pressure of people looks. Such a scandal for so little. Or perhaps it is something else? A last look to your father, and he seems astonished by your actions. Like if death just came to knock at his door. You will be scolded later for sure.

“Lady, may I have your attention for this dance?” asked the young man. You smiled, looking at him.

“I suppose”

He returns the smile. You accepted his challenge. So he is accepting yours. One of his hands still in your own, the other on your shoulder, and the music starts, announcing the beginning your own battle.

“May I ask your name, mister?” you begin.

“You may call me Childe, lady” You may call me he said. You suppose it is not his real name then. An alias perhaps. Shady.

“Y/N” You respond. “For a dance I suppose we can give up the honorifics, “Childe” ”

“Great. You seem more approachable than what I thought”

You are not sure if it must be taken as a compliment or as an insult. After a spin, you realize his shoulder is harder than it should be. He does not seem like it, but his grip is strong, and his muscles are well-developed. You can even feel the callosity on his hands behind both his and your gloves. And you connect the dots. He is not a noble, either a bourgeois. He is a warrior. A soldier. This is why you did not know him. He is no guest; he is the one watching them.

He is a Fatui. And a high ranking one if he can freely walk without a mask on his face -great for you, his face is pleasant to look at. But what you do not like, is that his intentions are not clear. He is dancing with you, hands on your body (your dress and gloves, but still), and make you spin left and right without a care in the world, and with this strange cheeky smile.

“Well, Childe. I was curious. What made you ask me for a dance?” You will at least try to dig into this.

“Do I need a reason to ask a lady for a dance?”

“Yes. Soldiers do not usually do that without ulterior motives.”

His eyes widened, confusion showing on his face. Funny. His expression is clear as the day. Perhaps it was intentional. But his face honestly says “Wait. I thought you did not know who I was. How do you know?” so, as he is a good dancer, you oblige an answer.

“Your hands and body. You are trained. And use weapon regularly. The conclusion is obvious”

“Sharp” He laugh. “Fine. You seemed tired of the other ladies. And it was your seventh cup of champagne of the night. I found it funny. So I wanted to see how you would react to a little push. See it as generously helping a damsel in distress”

So, the man had his eyes on you before the banquet officially started. You indeed had seven cups. The first one was taken discreetly before the starting speech was even made. Great. It seems you have a secret admirer.

“And? What do you think, now?” The question came by itself. And he smirked a little, taking your body closer in a move. His breath is warm. Too warm. Too close.

“I found someone interesting” was the sweet mutter he gave to your ear.

It was bad. And you knew. You knew when you took his hand. But now you are in his arms, closer than you should be. The waltz just started. And -as weird as it sounds- you begin to find him a little more interesting too. You tightened the grip of your hand in his, and take him in a spin he did not see coming. You went closer, your face nearly brushing his, widen your smile, and discreetly slide your hand from his shoulder to the skin of his neck.

“Perfect. I don’t like being boring"

It was bold. Too bold. You start regretting as his cheeks took some shades of red. What are you doing now, (Y/N) (Y/S), flirting with a shady soldier before all high society eyes. But he is quick to take back the lead. His moves are smooth, his steps are clear, and his smile is flawless. He must be used to deal with unexpected situation. Shame. He would be the most wanted husband-to-be of the noble’s society if he had the blood right, and was not a soldier. Childe, Childe, Childe…. the name really tells you nothing. Perhaps he just made a name on the spot. You are not knowledgeable in military matter, the fact you do not go in many social events do not help, but you are not totally ignorant in Fatui’s affairs either. If the man is a high-rank in the Fatui, you should have heard of him and have basic information. Perhaps you know him on another alias.

“You became really silent lady Y/N, am I the one leaving you speechless?” he whispers in a new spin, as you raise you head again.

“You are, Childe. I do not remember this name in the ones I know. Have you been recently promoted?”

You could drown in his blue eyes, trying to discover what he hides. Decency and basic selfcare are what keeps your curiosity tame. But if it was not for them, you would have already been blunter. Who are you? The question burns your lip. Why are you like this, what took the light off your eyes? He is charming. He has this enchanting energy of something broken and lost for too long. He chuckles at your question -or at your face perhaps, as you forgot to control your expression.

“It is way better if you don’t know this name. Those who knows it are generally not happy to see me. It also been a while since my last promotion. I will surely never have a higher position than the one I currently hold.”

“I am sure you are underestimating yourself” it came naturally, the kind of automatic praises you give in high society. He chuckles again, and guide you in yet another spin.

“I think you are the one underestimating me, lady (Y/N)”

A chill went down your spine. He still smiles, but his whole being does not. You frown, you don’t like the tone he used. Did he try to scare you on purpose? Or give the bad boy vibes thinking it will make you more docile? Is he the kind who thinks their pretty face can allow them everything? As a response, you try to step on his feet, a move he predicted and avoided with grace.

“My, my” he said laughingly “Be aware of your step lady (Y/N). Perhaps this seventh cup of champagne was a bit too much for you”

You give him a glare -he seems to like it. Are soldiers all so fussy and cheeky? This boyish attitude gave him a sort of charm. But he needs to correct it before you start to also act silly. Your eighth cup of champagne might accidentally end in his cute ginger hair.

“I wouldn’t dare to call myself a Snezhnayan if I couldn’t even hold my liquor” you scoff “But perhaps you should learn you cannot rely on your pretty face to excuse poor behavior”

“I have a pretty face?” Someone ends your misery. You will not give him the satisfaction of an answer, or even a displeased look. He sure is good at this kind of game. But your pride wants to prove him you are better.

“I have seen better” More lies. The man is gorgeous. Your type, you might say. And as much as the secret behind his eyes, you are curious about what his clothes hides. Your hands slowly undoing the button of his shirt, revealing his bare chest. How will he react if you were to gently kiss his exposed skin while only the two of you are in a room, alone, bathing in the weak moonlight? In the novel you read, this type of cheeky men are either wild or shy when intimate. What kind he would be? Just thinking about his reddish face as you are confirming him he has a pretty face is-

Archons what are you thinking? He is just here! That’s not the moment to think about undressing him! Oh archons, perhaps this champagne has an effect on you after all.

His eyes are still on you, looking right into your soul, tracking trace of a lie. He smiles. He must have understood your answer was more out of spite than sincerity. You are being petty, that was his smile says. You do not like being read like this. You are usually the one reading, and the other is feeling undressed. It’s uncomfortable being the other way around. Suddenly, “Childe” stops. You are stopping too, your expression asking what does he wants to say now.

“The music ended” he said. You didn’t notice. You didn’t even remember what was the melody. That’s a first. Slowly, he takes your gloved hand to take it to his lips, giving a chaste kiss on the back of your hand. “It was a pleasure to dance with you, Lady (Y/n). I do hope you will give me this honor more often”

“If we see each other again” you add.

“Believe me, I’m sure we are far from our last meeting” he laughs, giving you a lovely smile and a little wink. He turns his back on you, starting to take a few steps, before stopping, raising his index like he needs to ask something to a waiter, and turning again.

“Do you like flowers, lady (Y/N)?”

“Flowers? Yes, I suppose?” The questions startled you. You answered before thinking more deeply. Flowers? Did he hope to send you some when the better season comes? He -and so you too- will have to wait a lot before seeing them. No flowers -except Cryo Whoopperflowers- will bloom in Snezhnaya before the end of May.

He had a last little smile, and finally left, leaving you speechless after his last words. What a weirdo. But his company was pleasant at least. Shame you don’t have the time to think much more about it, as your brother comes to you in a hurry.

“Y/N!” he exclaims silently, grabbing your arm and taking you out of the center of the ballroom “Are you crazy? Why did you dance with this guy? Are you okay? He did not threaten you, right?!”

Your brother is incoherent, asking so much question at the time. He struggles to breath, looking behind him like a hunted bunny. He was raised as the heir. Even with his flaws, he had never lost his composure so easily before.

“No, he didn’t. He asked me for a dance and I accepted because I was a bit bored….but why are you acting like this? Do you know who he is?”

At your words, your brother went pale and started to rub his face like if he was in an impossible situation. He signed deeply, out of worry and frustration.

“You must be the only one in this room who doesn’t know this man! He wasn’t here for the two previous winter’s solstices because he was sent out of the homeland. But he was not supposed to be back so early this year too! What does he want? Oh, Archons, how are we going to deal with this, I hope you did not anger him”

“Brother” you try to keep him with you “Answer me. Who.is.he?” Your brother takes a deep breath, still trying to find someone in the crowd, your father you presume.

“This man was Tartaglia. He is the Eleventh. A Fatui Harbinger.”

You froze. A Harbinger? This young man with messy hair? He must not have more than 22 years old. And perhaps you are aging him too much even like that. The Eleventh...the youngest. A little wild, but quickly acknowledged. The Roster has his back. Often sent in different countries, no a permanent stationary like the Knave. Great fighters, master of many weapons. Rumors calls him excentric, but he is competent in many ways. With this information, everything takes another meaning. The conversations you two had. The alias people do not like to know. The promotion that will never be higher…archons. You really need a bottle of Fire-Water now.

He was right. Childe, no, Tartaglia was right. You were underestimating him from the start.

Because as soon as the sun raised on Snezhnaya the following day, a letter with the seal of the Eleventh Harbinger was on your father’s desk with a whole bouquet. Blooming roses with different shades of deep red, coming with the request of the start of a correspondence between you two and the setting of a date at a famous restaurant of the capital for next week.

You may need to think twice before asking for something exciting in your life next time.

But, with the sweet scent of the roses, came a lovely card. “I hope they are at your taste. Do not hesitate to mention what kinds of flowers you like before our next meeting. Waiting for your answer -Childe”

Between your anxious brother and confused father, you had to use the bouquet to hide your smile. It’s a bit unfair, this game he played with you. It’s like playing chess with someone who do not know the rules. You underestimated him once, that’s on you. But you are not planning to call it a lose without a fight. The game just begun. Does he want to make you fall? Or does he have another agenda? It doesn’t matter. He will learn to be aware of his own steps. You shall not waste any more time to send a reply.

Something interesting is finally happening in high society. It would be a shame to not entertain it, right?

[im-just-trash-o3o]

People aren’t ready for this take, but-

Tumblr is the only place left on the internet where long-form posts can hold peoples’ attention for long enough to comprehend information such as news, media literacy discussion, data analysis, political discourse and activism, etc. And this is what makes the site so important to the history of this world, especially in this time.

With the implementation of TikTok, the skewing of news, and the world’s political and social climate changing rapidly, I, myself, find myself unable to sit down for a moment and read. Using TikTok or short-form news and video for over ten hours per day every day to distract myself from painstaking thought and worries my mind holds, largely due to mental health issues and the social stigma climate I live in.

I used to say to myself “I’ll never stop using tumblr! I love it so much! Where else am I gonna get all this shit??? Nowhere!”

TikTok. It’s TikTok. I get it from TikTok. And while the platform is INCREDIBLY important to me and many people around the world, and I believe it does amazing things…the platform has also single-handedly contributed to the death of reading. The death of long-form, free and non-fear-mongering content.

I scrolled on tumblr today because I couldn’t use tiktok and tumblr was the next best option in my opinion.

I found myself reading posts that were easily over 100,000 words. Posts I’ve already read. JUST so I could reblog them and spread them again. Posts I HAVEN’T read, just to inform myself. And then I went to check the validity of those statements if they were statistics.

Ironically…I also believe I thought to open tumblr because…I was forced to actually sit down and read a book for the first time in a while by my college professor, and the book has changed my life. I forget books can do that. Why? Because I never. Stop. For Long enough. To think.

And I think that’s a problem people have, too.

With TikTok being right there, and there being less and less freely accessible word-based, factual media, and less ways to find it, there’s SO much people are missing out on by not reading. Not even listening to audiobooks. Because they simply cannot sit down to focus for long enough for any plethora of personal reasons.

Writing this post has also made me realize I have not written properly in a while. I used to be obsessed with utilizing proper grammatical structure in any writing I used. Now, I’ve gotten so used to texting language, that my language skills have been pushed in the back of my mind for what feels like years.

Because sitting down to think is scary when everything around you feels overwhelming; but opening an app and seeing anything other than words can feel freeing. Scrolling through entertainment followed by people begging for their lives followed by terrifying news gives you a form of satisfaction and gratification as well as a feeling of complacency and fear that no other app- not even YouTube- can provide you with. It forces your brain to have no other choice but to scroll away for more, wondering what comes next.

Before TikTok, there was at least SOME semblance of normalcy in reading on the internet. Or at least watching videos with substance consistently.

We don’t just have an “attention span” problem. We don’t just have a media literacy problem. We have a dopamine problem. We have a mental health problem. And we have an internet problem. THOSE are what keep people scrolling mindlessly rather than reading.

Because, when your life feels like it’s about to end constantly, no matter what worries contribute to that, you’re gonna want to find the easiest, quickest way to stop that. To stop it forever. And that, my friends, is what TikTok does best.

And this isn’t me saying TikTok needs to be gone. No. It’s INCREDIBLY important. It’s just that we are in a climate at the moment where the format of TikTok is the most terrifying thing to exist due to how well that algorithm has performed when it comes to keeping users occupied for as long as it does.

But one person posting this isn’t enough. Please, revlog my post. Make others see that this is not a black and white issue and can be much more personal than most people think. It’s not “TikTok bad” it’s “life bad. TikTok goodness mmm. No more think. And that’s a problem.”

Please read. Please please PLEEEEASE READ!! READ TO YOUR HEARTS CONTENT- as someone who doesn’t do audiobooks? I’ve found giving them a chance due to no other option for my college course at the moment is the best thing I could have done for myself. Use Libby! It’s free! Works with any library card.

It’s said day in and day out in here but go to your local library! ASK for what you can find for your own tastes based on some basic interests you have or facts you want to learn more about that you FOUND ON TIKTOK!

Discuss, discuss, DISCUSS!

R E A D!

Thank you for reading. Or listening to someone else read this.

Please share it. Thank you.

And remember…you’re gonna be okay.take your time, you’re allowed. Everything will be okay. And here.

@yeennqueenn @sm-baby @inkthemandrake

Hello my best friends! Please share this post :) please and thank you.

This post is unedited btw.

[wonders-of-a-nhp]

<WAKE UP>

*Video feed Would flicker in the background you can see humble order talking to what seems to be a local. as the camera focuses The Blue Holloway is in front of the camera, they seem to be a bit shaken*

{Uh hi Order told me to fill in what has happened since we got out. He's a little annoyed the camera actually failed once we got inside the place, looked abandoned there wasn't much we could find oh it felt off. order said it could be a meta vault, whatever that is, either way it has me a bit shaken He said its fear but I'm just an ai I shouldn't feel these things. anyways we didn't find much mostly broken equipment with the logo on it some data files but nothing interesting. or that's what he said I feel like there's more to it. we've awoken a beast I think ever since we left the place, I can't shake the feeling of something following us hopefully we'll be able to give you guys more updates until then be patient I guess}

*In the background Order and the locals seem to begin to argue as the camera cuts off*

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Hi sorry for not posting in a while I'll try to improve upon that, besides that more shenanigans with Order should be happening soon just try to be mindful I will be horribly inconsistent still, I'll try to improve I make no promises though

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һᥱᥣᥣ᥆ 𝗍һᥱrᥱ ᥱ᥎ᥱrᥡ᥆ᥒᥱ!

welcome or welcome back! this i am somewhat re-branding this account. i have grown much in personality as well as in RP preferences. i have also been out of the game for a little while haha. but that still doesn't mean i have lost the passion for fandoms, rps, and writing!

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r⍴ rᥙᥣᥱs

must be over 20+ as I am over 20!

more of a personal preference than rule, but please write in third person! and use "...." for speech/dialogue.

MxM only!!!

please be respectful to me, and the characters, wether they are oc's or cc!

please be semi lit-advanced and novella is welcome! but i will warn since i am a little rusty it may take a while for me to respond!

discord RP only! i don't mind chatting on here, but i don't get notifs well so discord is preffered! ( my discord: thyfallenstars )

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r⍴ 𝖿ᥲᥒძ᥆ms + rᥱ𝗊ᥙᥱs𝗍

i am in so many fandoms ranging across video games, to movies and tv shows, and anime! i won't list them in this post, but you may see another with all of it! but if you send me a message with some fadoms, i am sure to be in one!

also oc x oc is okay with me as well! i can make them detailed on the spot, or i have some pre-made ones as well! (however at this current moment i am not 100% looking for this)

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᥎ᥱgᥱ𝗍ᥲ ᥊ g᥆kᥙ r⍴

for my request for this AD i am looking for someone who writes for vegeta! i plan on writing for goku! now, i don't mind some occ-ness but please don't stray too far from the character! i do have some plots in mind, but i would love to hear yours.

nsfw is allowed and extremely welcomed for this request! now i personally write bottom characters, but as i've gotten back in the game, i much prefer switching it up! so please if you write as a switch you are welcome, and same with doms!

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ᥴ᥆ᥒᥴᥣᥙsі᥆ᥒ

if you like this post and are interested feel free to send me a message here (might be a little slow) or on discord (will be a bit faster!)

my discord: thyfallenstars

[helna-the-star-of-light]

Intro:

Face claims:

Helna ^ ^Gemini

Likes: People being kind Likes: Getting pets <3

Mortals Spending time with Helna

Spending time on earth Exploring

Sunlight Treats.

People being happy.

Dislikes: People being rude Dislikes: Loud noises

People being forceful Not being paid attention to

People looking down upon the Gods Some dogs.

Sexuality: Straight. Gender: Female.

Gender: Female. Age: 7 months.

Age: 18 (Human and Goddess forms)

Abilities: Able to open small portals

Able to use telekinesis

Can manipulate light sources.

Relationships:

@hesjust-a-boy (He's just an adorable child ^^.)

@telemakhosofithake (Just someone I view as a friend ^^. A Prince, I know, shocking.)

@maggiemelodies09 (A... Friend, I guess?)

@greek-sunflower (Kharmion, a very nice mortal, and from Odysseus' crew.)

OOC Undercut:

Text:

Orange for Helna speaking.

Purple for Gemini speaking (probably very rare lol.)

Will use "" for in RP and a character speaking.

Will use ** for character actions with this font.

Will use *''* for someone thinking in their mind, with the same font as actions.

(OCC: OCC will look like this, and will be in tags, or in the post itself.)

Preferred rules:

No NSFW!!!

Romance is allowed (interests must be 18 or above!!!)

Be respectful out of RP please, and be kid friendly (I am a minor.)

Don't control my OCs, and no godmodding!!!

I will have open starters here, and anyone can join! There will be a tag list, so, let me know if you would like added! Also, none of this is canon, Helna and Gemini are both just two OCs of mine ^^. There will be plots, a possible villain arc, lore, etc!

Please consider checking out my main, lore, other roleplay accounts, etc! Check my bio for the @'s to the accounts!

Lists of tags:

" Lighting rambles - ♠ " — Out of roleplay posts, (does not include posts with occasional OCCs.)

" The kitten strikes again - 🐾 " — Anything to do with Gemini.

" The lights have brightened - ☀️ " — Anything to do with Helna.

" You look perfect tonight - 🕯️ " — Helna Romance/Fluff.

" The light inside of me is dying... - 🌥️" — Helna Violence/Angst.

Other accounts (Main, lore, PJO, EPIC, and Zelda <in order mentioned>):

@s7nnydrop-flower

@lore-and-roleplay-blog

@frieda-dear-of-aphrodite

@ulius-of-erebus

@antinous-is-alive

@its-a-little-bit-dangerous

@lyre-player-of-the-sun

@manipulate-and-c4lm-voic3

@prophet-with-the-answers

@an-ithacan-princess

@you-can-r3lax-my-fr3ind

@lil-cel-saku-esso-yuu-and-reza