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trivia-yandere · 1 year ago

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Hello! I love the stories you guys write! Thank you for taking the time to write. I’m not sure if you’re still taking requests, but I was wondering if you could write king jungkook/jimin tying princess reader up to the bed and having his way with her and it’s her first time. She has to marry him now. Thank you again!

so i followed most of what you sent, with a little twist :) i hope what we came up with is enjoyable

word is bond

in order to save your kingdom from perishing, you agree to give your body to the demon king - jimin. @chimmy-licious @bangtans-momma @sweetempathprunetree @momnomnom @darkuni63

word count: 5.142

warning: unsolicited touching/groping/biting/grinding, blood, voyeurism, public humiliation/degradation, oral (f receiving), throat fucking, yandere tendencies, finger sucking, dark themes, sadism, compulsion, riding, creampie, violence, multiple character deaths, manipulation, mind break,

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The castle walls are tall, towering hundreds of feet above you. The throne room is bright - pentagon shaped windows shining the early morning sun into the throne room. You saunter down the marble floor, the heels of your boots clicking against it. Your royal attire is made to attract attention - and to separate you from the townspeople, of course. The royal jacket is larger than you’d like, but plated in gold, fur lined around the collar of it. Your skirt drags along the floor as does the cape you wore.

You can feel the eyes of the townspeople, behind a mountain of guards, on you. You keep your eyes straight ahead on the throne, the large elevated seat that you once dreamed of sitting upon.

You made your way to the throne chair, a guard assisting you upon the elevated surface. You look back at the large crowd, so many people in such a closed off room - all of which are here for you. Your heart feels heavy with joy knowing that your people were here to witness you be crowned as Queen.

Your eyes caught with your brother - the former King. He’s seated at the far right of the large throne room, an emotionless look in his eyes. He doesn’t smile your way when your eyes meet, but you aren’t surprised. You cannot recall the last time your brother smiled at you, maybe back before he was crowned as King once the death of your parents; and that was many years ago.

The crowd begins to clap and cheer once they witness Haneul, an old soldier who once fought alongside your father and now stood as a mentor, lift the crown high above your head. The crown is gold, several circle ornaments displayed upon it with several different gemstones and diamonds upon it. A smile forms onto your lips when you feel the crown be placed upon your head.

“All hail the Queen!” Haneul says, voice boisterous and loud so all of the crowd could hear.

You bow your head slightly to the crowd, eyes roaming to all faces of the people - your people.

Once again, your eyes meet those of your brother. You aren’t upset that he doesn’t appear cheerful - after all, the throne was overthrown and now you took his spot as ruler. However, there's a tint in his eyes that you cannot understand.

Your elder brother had been King for years now, nearing a decade since the death of your father a year after your mother. He wasn’t married, and still hasn't found a wife to call Queen. He was always a busy man, becoming a soldier once he was of age, working his way up to lieutenant, sergeant and so on.

The death of your father came sudden, and your brother was crowned King a week after. You saw the once youthful look turn to one full of stress and disdain. His expression turned emotionless overtime, appearing completely far gone.

Your brother was once loved as a Prince, but became hated as a King. He became tyrannical once he was in power, no longer valuing the townspeople's needs or wants. He was now responsible for the suffering of the same people, forcing working hours to increase, along with tax becoming nearly unreasonable. Anyone who rebelled against your brother was arrested, sended to an underground confinement - and likely to die.

What caused the rebellion against your brother had you at the forefront of it all. You had begged your brother to stop his madness, that it wasn’t like him to be such a cruel individual. You had stormed past guards and elite soldiers to get to your brother, in his hands a gun pointed straight at a man. Guards are attempting to hold back a forming mod, all protesting the life of the man who your brother held a gun at.

You’d never forget that day your brother had made you decide the fate of the man. Princes or Princesses never had the authority over a King or Queen’s decision. “I allow you to live a good life in the palace, sister.” your brother stated. “But since you are too stubborn to mind the business of a Princess, then I’ll allow you to make a decision of a Queen just this once.”

The life of the angry mod - nearly 100 - or the life of the man was in your power to decide. You had refused, shaking your head at the thought of it. The man didn’t deserve to die, he was just one of the first to go against your brother's harsh ruling, the mob following soon after in protest.

“You’d be a weak Queen, sister.” was your brother's final words to you after he killed the man and detained the angry mod in confinement.

“Sister.”

It was now evening, the townspeople all guided out of the palace. It’s eerily silent inside the castle, even the guards don’t appear to speak much.

You sit inside of your study - the same that once belonged to your father and brother while they ruled. Your arms are crossed as you look upon your brother. He leans against a large bookshelf, dark eyes on you.

“Brother.”

Haneul observed the pair of you with a sigh. He was such a close friend to your father, he was there when the two of you were born nearly a decade apart. He was seen as a mentor when you both needed him to be, or a friend if it was that. Witnessing your brother become a complete tyrant wasn’t something anyone expected, but neither was the fall of love the two shared as siblings.

“Congratulations on becoming Queen.” your brother steps away from the bookshelf, hands behind his back. “You’ve surprised me by holding a sword in front of you so threateningly.”

Your brother’s teasing. He had scoffed when you had come, stating that he had no business being the King if he couldn’t run it without causing such fear upon the people.

“I have given you the title as Queen willingly. To think my own flesh and blood would betray me in such a way.” your brother hisses with a shake of his head, dark hair flowing around him.

“You became a tyrant!” you hiss, slamming your hands onto the table. “You were never a leader or a King, brother. You became someone that not even I knew.”

“I’ve done whatever to assure your safety most importantly, sister.” your brother stalks towards you, a malice look in his eye. “I’ve done everything with good reason.”

“Good reason?” you scoff. “Murdering our own people is a good reason, brother? Forcing them to work such cruel hours and raising the prices of taxes and rent is a good reason?”

You shake your head. You had no need to listen further to your brother's ramblings.

Haneul steps between the pair of you with raised hands. “Let’s attempt to remain calm.” he says with a warning tone.

“No.” your brother hisses. “Since my dear sister believes that I am nothing but a tyrant, how about I tell you the truth.”

You knit your brows at your brother.

“There’s a reason we do not get out of our Kingdom's walls and why they are so high, sister. You’ve been told countless folklore of the mountains that surround us and just how we are to not step foot from the gates - especially at night?”

You swallow the lump in your throat and nod your head slightly. There was never a need to question the elder people in your lives who told you how dangerous outside the walls were. The townspeople remained inside, living comfortably in their own homes. Schools, sanctuaries and factories remained inside the Kingdom grounds, surrounding the castle you resided in. There was enough food to be had between the townspeople and the royals - farmers growing the best vegetables and raising livestock and all.

“There’s a reason for this, sister.” your brother continues. “I had good reason to become the way I am. Haneul, you were one of several survivors that fought the darkness that are outside our Kingdom walls decades ago while our grandfather reigned. You understand the threat we face day by day.”

Haneul nods slowly, eyes glancing at you.

“What darkness?” you question, leaning closer to your desk.

“Women are not allowed in the army, sister, and thus you have no true reason to understand just what we are raised to fight outside the Kingdom walls. We have been able to slain such darkness for decades until a new threat came upon.”

You feel the hairs on the back of your neck rise at your brother's words.

“I’ve come face to face to a new threat, a King such as myself, of this darkness.”

Haneul is the first to react, his eyes widening at your brother's words. “Impossible.”

“I tell no lies, Haneul.” your brother shrugs. “It seems as though us slaying the lower demons were just a distraction for the King to rise into power once more.”

Demon?

“W-What-”

“Your grandfather has slain the King back in his reign. I’ve watched-”

Haneul is interrupted by your brother once more. He waves the older man off with a huff. “He was never slain, Haneul. He killed all of my men that came with me years ago and left me as the sole survivor.”

You gasp at the words.

You recall the time your brother was brought in several wounded after returning, but you were not given a direct answer to what had happened. The sight of the blood stained floors had haunted you for weeks on end.

“What exactly are you saying, brother? What darkness is threatening us?” you try your best to not appear frightened, but it’s impossible.

Your brother - after all these years - wore an expression. That of sadness…fear.It’s as though you can finally let his guard down and tell you what he was feeling; allow everything in his mind to fall right into your lap.

“The demon King was never dead, Haneul. He was unable to seek his revenge for he was wounded, which is why he had his own army to do so. But in the last few years, he’s grown stronger by the day. He warned me that we would be coming to take over our Kingdom and get revenge on the very people he managed to defeat him temporarily.”

Your brother's eyes never leave yours.

“You and I, sister, are who he wants dead. He left me alive just to spread the word - that or this is all a game to him.” your brother’s voice cracks - one that was once so deep and stern, now has a whimper to it. He can finally break the wall he has put up, but at what cause?

“I did what I had to do to raise an army to fight this darkness, sister. Haneul. I needed the townspeople working constantly on our weapons, armory and anything else we needed to fight them off. We needed the money to bring in outside sources from down the mountains if need be.”

“Brother…” Why didn’t he tell you?

“All the sacrifices I made, sister, was to not only protect the Kingdom, but to protect you.” your brother turns away from you. He was your elder brother and right before your father’s death, he had promised that you would always be out of harm's way. “You told me that you’d never forgive me for the tyrant I’ve become, sister. And that was the risk I was willing to take if it meant you’d remained alive.”

“What is a Queen willing to do in order to protect her Kingdom?” is what the demon had asked you.

“Anything.” is what you told him.

Your brother had told you that soon - maybe within the next five months - that darkness would take over your Kingdom and that was the reason he became completely tyrannical. You now understood why he became so harsh, why he needed such a large amount of money to supply weapons and armor; even if you didn’t completely agree with his reasoning.

You were now Queen and the Kingdom and the townspeople needed you to be there for them. Against Haneul and your brothers wishes, you made your way out of the large Kingdom’s walls, assuring to close the gate behind you. You never been outside the Kingdom, walking down the dark path towards the forested area - you never had a reason to, either. The moon is high and shining bright and you’re thankful that it gives you enough light to see where you were going.

Though you were never raised to fight in the imperial army, you were trained in combat and how to protect yourself if need be - you just hoped that what you were taught was enough if you came across whatever darkness was out there.

You’re unsure how long you’ve walked the dirt path and yet, you’ve found nothing. Your plan was something you weren’t sure of yourself - find the darkness and what? Fight them off yourself?

Your head snaps to the left, instantly, you grab your dagger to defend yourself. Before you can do anything to defend yourself from any attacker, you feel your feet being lifted from the ground and the side of your body throbbing in pain.

You’re at a loss of breath, chest heaving while your heart is beating erratically. Your back is pressed firmly against a tree, your hand clenches along your ribcage.

“I’ve never seen a woman out this late.”

The voice is sinister and you do not see who it belongs to at first. Your vision is blurred and you’re doing everything in your power to focus on your surroundings.

Footsteps, you hear them coming. Your eyes slowly become wider when they capture the thing in front of you - was this the demon your brother spoke of? Part of the darkness that was going to take over the Kingdom?

The demon is tall, you note. Its eyes are dark and appear to have no irises. It’s covered in hair and its spine is curved. You recall the tales you heard when you were younger from your brother of werewolves, but this cannot be that - right?

You raise your dagger, the light from the moon flashing the demon right into the eye. You gulp just as the demon lunges.

You scream upon feeling something slash along your cheek, but you were determined to win this fight. Your dagger comes down onto the demon's shoulder as it gets closer to you, and your feet kicks it away from you, but to no avail. You feel your royal attire being ripped, your jacket going first.

To think you survived this long without truly knowing the truth of the darkness that plagues the forest and mountains outside your kingdom - lived long enough to become Queen.

To now possibly die before finding a way to fight for your Kingdom long enough.

Your clothing is ruined, near shreds when you hear a high pitched scream come from the demon before you. It begins to burn before your eyes. Your hand immediately touches your cheek, the warm blood oozes onto your fingers.

“You…”

You cannot see anything surrounding you - or whoever the voice belongs to. There's a breeze in the air now and it causes you to shiver due to your shattered clothing.

There’s a force pulling you by your hair. Your hands reach out to try to get whatever it was off of you, but you’re shocked to feel your clothes being ripped, as well. You struggle against the unseen force, your thighs being pulled apart.

“I’ve yet to see a woman out of the Kingdom.” The voice speaks once more. “Until now. And not just any woman…” you’re shocked to feel a wet sensation upon your cheek. “...the Queen.”

Your clothes - though shattered - are completely off of your body. You’re left in nothing but undergarments and chest binding, and soon the bandage bindings are off of you, as well. You feel disgusted with the unseen’s force hands upon your skin, touching and groping.

You feel a pair of lips kiss down your bare skin, the wind blowing erratically around you. The unseen force places kisses upon your neck, down to your collarbone, breast to your stomach. There’s goosebumps littering your skin, the foreign sensation disgusting you - more so because you feel a pool of pleasure between your legs.

“What is a Queen doing outside her kingdom?” the force asks.

“The King…” you trail off, just as you feel hands tug at your undergarments, the cotton clothed that is the only piece of dignity you had left. “I-I need to see him…”

You force stops and for a moment, you begin to think that you’ve hallucinated. You go to cover your breast, chest heaving as you breathe.

You close your eyes for a moment to capture your breath, and once you open them you’re startled.

“You’ve come out of your Kingdom to see me, Queen?” the man's voice is the same as the unseen force - low and sultry, a hint of taunt in his voice.

The man appears human, tan and smooth skin with dark hair with matching dark eyes. His lips are plush, pink and full.

You feel as though you’re hallucinating once more. The man is right where the unseen force had been, now instead he’s pinning you down. You feel far too exposed for his eyes and unsolicited hands wandering.

“Usually I kill whoever comes so deep into the mountains…” the man's nails are long as he trails them down your cheek. You feel the cut on your cheek begin to burn and you winch slightly. The cut disappears in a matter of seconds and you no longer feel the throbbing pain from your side. “...but you look far too appealing to get rid of, Queen.”

You swallow the lump in your throat.

“Why have you ventured out to see me, Queen?” the man doesn’t stop his touches, nor does he care about asking for any form of permission. His hands grip both of your naked breasts, tongue dipping down to capture a nipple into his mouth.

“Please, stop.” you beg, shuddering beneath him at the foreign sensation. “I-I…you’re going to attack my kingdom.”

Your back arches when the demon continues to suckle onto your breast, eyes flickering up to you. “I am.” he says after popping your nipple from his mouth. “Such a whorish body for a virgin, Queen.”

The demon shoves your thighs apart, his eyes on your clothed center. He notices the wet spot on your underwear and hums.

You feel hot with embarrassment, thighs quivering to close.

“I sense that you’ve come out here to make a deal with me, Queen? You’re far too weak to kill me.” the demon laughs, as if the thought of you attempting to cause him any harm is just that comical.

The demon rips off your underwear and dips his head between your legs. His tongue laps between your folds.

Once again, your back arches and your eyes clenched shut. You want to fight the demon, but there’s no use - he’s stronger than you, even if he appears human. He holds onto your legs tightly as he ravishes your clit hungrily.

Your moans don’t go unnoticed from either of you. You didn’t want this - he was a demon and presumably the King your brother spoke of. However, you cannot control how your body feels - and it feels far too amazing to not moan.

“What is a Queen willing to do in order to protect her Kingdom?” is what the demon had asked you, lifting his head from your throbbing clit, licking his lips.

“Anything.” is what you told him, fresh tears pooling down your cheeks with overstimulation.

“Sister…” the look on your brother's face breaks your heart. “...what have you done?”

The demon’s name is Jimin - or that’s what he called himself when he allowed you to leave, making sure your skin was littered with bite marks and bruises before he did so.

The last time you saw Jimin was months prior when you had strolled through the forest. He had allowed you to leave and told you in five months time, you would see him again.

Jimin didn’t say that when he’d return, it would be without bloodshed. He allowed the darkness - as your brother called them - to wreak havoc upon the Kingdom. Innocent lives were lost and nearly half of your soldiers had gone with them.

Your brother’s eyes fall upon you, running towards the same demon King he had warned Haneul about months prior, a look of disbelief on his face. He holds the sword high in one hand, ready to attack Jimin if given the chance to - only you had stepped right in between the blade and the demon. The demon held a smug look upon his face, a smirk forming on his plush lips.

You were crying, your brother notes. Your hand grasps Jimin’s top, pushing him away with all your might - something he allowed you to do. You had fallen to your knees next, begging for the King to call off the darkness surrounding you - to stop the havoc upon innocent blood.

“I told you I’d do anything.” you cried to the smug King.

“That you did.” Jimin quips.

The demon king raises his hands, flicking it slightly. It was as if it was a call to attention - the once demonic entities that savagely attacked the townspeople and guards - now surrounded you.

“Sister…” your brother murmurs, eyes gazing along the different types of entities surrounding you all.

“A Queen is willing to do anything to protect her Kingdom.” Jimin states to your brother.

Jimin snaps his fingers, and in a blink of an eye, the scenery changes. You are now inside the palace in the large throne room. Your brother, several guards and soldiers including the demonic entities occupy the room.

You swallow the lump in your throat, eyes roaming to the frozen crowd.

“They’re conscious. Just unable to move.” Jimin states from behind you, a hand gripping your shoulder. “I want them to watch their Queen crumble beneath my fingers. Especially that brother of yours.”

Jimin snaps again and now, you feel it once more - the unseen force. Your royal attire is being ripped from your body once more - falling to shreds at your feet. Jimin watches intently at the show before him, you flushed and hot and embarrassed.

Jimin raises a hand and points two fingers at you. He flicks it low and instantly, you fall to your knees.

Jimin is slow to walk towards you, and when he does, he grips your cheeks harshly. He pries your mouth open and enters two fingers inside of it.

“Don’t choke.” Jimin commands, forcing his fingers deeper inside of your mouth.

You do, feeling the tips of his fingers reach closer to the back of your throat.

Jimin sighs with a shake of his head.

You gasp when your cheek stings. You fall to the side, barely managing to catch yourself.

“Open your mouth for me, human.” Jimin commands, but it’s as though he does it himself. Your mouth opens wide as if on impact - having no true control of your actions.

Your eyes are wide as you watch Jimin release his trousers. It falls to his knees and before you is his cock - erect, veiny and large.

“I can smell your fear, Queen. You being afraid will not stop me from taking you in front of your soldiers, guards and brother.”

Jimin places the tip of his cock on your tongue, rubbing it along the wet muscle for a moment before he fully enters your mouth.

Jimin is a true demon - your human tears do not affect him. With each thrust, he hits the back of your throat, but your mouth never falters - you’re compelled to keep your mouth open until he is finished.

Jimin grunts, surprise how your throat takes him so well - he can see the outline of his cock on your throat as he fucks you, and it only makes him want to hurt you more.

Your throat swells with a thick, salty substance and you find it difficult to breathe. You’re squirming beneath Jimin, wanting everything in your power to fight his compulsion and to get away from him.

“Swallow.” Jimin hisses - and you do. It’s difficult at first, so thick that it takes several tries. But when you do, you begin to cough at the new found oxygen you receive when Jimin takes his cock from your mouth.

Jimin cackles at your appearance - puffy lips and face, blurry eyes with tear stained cheeks.

“Go ahead, Queen,” Jimin tilts his head. “tell me how you are going to save your kingdom.”

As if it wasn’t humiliating enough to have the eyes of people who respected you watching, Jimin wanted you to further be embarrassed.

“B-By letting you use me.” your throat hurts, throbbing with such pain.

“Hm…” Jimin shakes his head. “I want to hear you beg, Queen. You came to me, afterall.”

You’re shuddering, naked skin erupting in goosebumps. You bowed to Jimin, wishing that this was nothing but a cruel nightmare you’d wake up from. “Please u-use me…”

Jimin snorts, unamused. “If that’s what you call begging, then I’ll kill them now.”

One guard is unfrozen. He falls to his knees, engulfed in bright orange flames. His screams echo off the wall of the throne room, echoing deep within your mind.

“Please use me and don’t hurt my people!” you scream, hot and fresh tears soring down your cheeks. You’re trembling in fear, Jimin’s true nature showing. “Hurt me as much as you’d like!”

Jimin’s interest peaks, a smirk forming onto his lips. “Oh?”

The unseen force slams your face against the marble floor and forces your legs apart. You feel Jimin behind you, sharp nails against your naked skin. His skin burns yours, so hot that it feels as if it’ll melt yours.

“A Queen would do anything to save her kingdom.” Jimin cackles once more.

You scream out when you feel yourself being stretched out. Your eyes clenched shut, tears finding their way out of your eyes somehow.

Jimin grinds deep inside of you, hissing at just how tight you were - a true virgin. Instantly, you’re bleeding, blood seeping down your thighs mixed with slick. But Jimin doesn’t care. He doesn’t slow his abusive thrusts.

“For years I’ve been bound into the forest until I was able to break free.” Jimin says, his abdomen slapping against your ass as he takes you. “Years my kind has been falling to the likes of filthy humans such as yourself.”

You’re going to die, the pain excruciating. With each thrust, you’re pounded against the marble floor roughly, hitting deeper and deeper inside of you that you’re positive you’d be split open.

“And now, Queen, I will take out decades of frustration upon you with no remorse.”

Jimin’s promise rang true. He continues to pound into you at a brutal pace for who knows how long. You felt yourself being filled countless times - each time more than before.

Jimin had flipped you onto your back, admiring how your breast bounced furiously as he fucks you, his cock causing a bulge so large in your stomach. Your cries are nothing but music to his ears, pussy clenching him so tightly as it drips a large puddle around him.

Jimin hoists you up, fucking into you against one of the frozen guards, not caring about any of them or their lives - humiliating you was his true purpose. You’re unable to speak, only screaming and crying louder with each thrust.

Hours upon hours had gone by and you had no tears left to cry or any protest to give. You accepted your fate by now. Your insides hurt and you’re truly unsure just how many times you could be pleasured by such a demon - an insane amount of liquid had squirted out of you countless times.

“It’s your turn, Queen.” Jimin drops you onto the ground, amused by your twitching form. His cum oozes out of you rapidly, clit throbbing and red.

Your body suddenly feels hot and any exhaustion you once felt is now gone. This had to be the work of Jimin’s demonic powers.

You spring from your fetal position to wrap your legs around Jimin. He sits upon the cold marble floor, wrapping his arms around you.

What was going on? Why had you suddenly regained such strength and stamina?

You sit upon Jimin’s erect cock and moan out. Your hips rise and fall at an alarming pace - you’ve never done this before, however, you appear a pro at it. Your fingernails dig into his skin and you feel your eyes roll to the back of your head.

Jimin chuckles at your new eagerness, allowing you to go wild against him. It may be his compulsion over you, but he cannot fake your orgasm or your slick - that was all you.

“You seem to be enjoying yourself, Queen. Does my cock do this to you?”

You nod your head erratically, your hips never buckling. You’re creaming his cock, stars forming in your compelled eyes. All you could think about his Jimin - his cock, his cum, and him overall.

“You’ll only cum when I allow you to, Queen. Is that what you want? To cum?”

“Please, please, please!” your mind is blank - you’ve forgotten what you initially agreed upon with the demon, all you can think about now is cumming all over his cock. “Please let me cum!”

“Cock hungry whore.” Jimin wraps a hand around your neck and squeezes. “These people would never respect you as their Queen even after you risked your life to save theirs.”

You’re cumming, a pool of slick shooting out of you, but even then you cannot stop your aggressive riding. You wanted more than to cum - you wanted Jimin’s cum deep inside of you once more - over and over again.

“What are you willing to do to have my cum, whore?” Jimin begins to thrust along with you, reaching deeper. “Would you watch your Kingdom burn for it?”

You’re too far gone now and you nod your head.

Humans were truly easy to fool.

“So be it.” Jimin snaps his fingers, the room erupting in a fit of fire.

Even with the sounds of screams, you want nothing more than for Jimin to use you - to breed you. It’s what whores truly desire, Jimin thinks, to be bred by whoever is willing. He’s positive once you come back to your senses, you’d be devastated to know that your brother, Haneul, the royal guards and soldiers are dead - however, he promised you that your Kingdom would remain; not the people occupying it.

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zinphandel · 12 days ago

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good morning, halloween baking video AND couples costume AND cat and bear reference oh my god they hit the pentagon!!!! brb off to watch the viddy

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sungtaro · 1 year ago

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KPOP HALLOWEEN: HORROR THEMES

PURPLE KISS / SWEET JUICE ✦ RED VELVET / PEEKABOO ✦ KANG DANIEL / PARANOIA ✦ PIXY / ADDICTED ✦ PENTAGON / DR. BEBE ✦ NATURE / GIRLS ✦ TXT / CAN'T YOU SEE ME? ✦ BILLLIE / RING X RING ✦ WOODZ / WAITING ✦ YENA / LOVE WAR

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bcolfanfic · 11 months ago

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hi friends! this is mollie from @bcofl0ve starting a side blog to keep fic in it's own bubble from gossip/update stuff since that's what it seemed like ppl wanted re: my end of year survey! please send any requests here on this blog, NOT on bcofl0ve. thank you!

austin x reader + austin!elvis x reader masterlist

find me on archive of our own @ bcofl0ve ⛅️🪻

masters of the air ish! (mollie 🩵s buck x bucky)

🪻blue discharge history google drive 🪻

feel free to use any of the academia, legal history and what not that i put in here for your own writing! no credit needed (-:

🪻 all again - a post war 1950s au 🪻

all again : bucky distanced himself after the wedding. call it what you want, self preservation, selfish- cowardly. but hearing about marge’s death knocked him back- and forward into san bernardino like a slingshot. he was expecting gale to be pissed, that much he accepted on the trip from the pentagon. what he wasn’t expecting was the little girl that opened the door instead of his old friend.

all again headcanons

🪻 show canon headcanons/writing 🪻

touch starved gale 1, 2

i wish you were a girl

baseball delusions

slight age regression bucky x daddy!gale

nsfw! bucky experiencing SA in the stalag

🪻 young vets modern au headcanons/writing 🪻

lore masterdoc - you are welcome to write in this au but please consult the doc and message me! / timeline ish

fic

east side of sorrow : someone has to leave first. this is a very old story. there is no other version of the story. not to john egan, not after the war.

ESOS gale pov by @swifty-fox

nsfw!! ESOS curt pov (curt/kenny) by @swifty-fox

phone POVs

headcanons (war time)

basic bckgrnd/how buck and bucky (and curt) met • general established relationship hcs • first i love you

headcanons (pre: adopting josie)

settling back in wyoming after the war • bucky meeting gale’s dad • bucky realizing he needs help • bucky’s mental health saga 1 - 2 - 3 • gale having a hard time with bucky’s mental health • camp counselor bucky • the wedding

headcanons (post: adopting josie)

general josie hcs/the guys becoming parents • josie’s first birthday with the guys • josie and her uncles • josie’s history before the guys • the guys’ parenting w/ josie’s trauma 1 - 2 - 3 • josie’s first christmas with the guys • josie’s first halloween with the guys • bucky parenting with ptsd • the guys being involved parents at josie’s school

headcanons (not just buckbucky related)

curt lives! • ken + early curt/ken bckgrnd

#spacers credit to plum98

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wolpromptaday · 2 months ago

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In reference to this mornings prompt.

Writing like all art, is a form of therapy. While this was not intended specifically to reference 9/11 I didn’t hesitate in posting it today for my own reasons.

There are people out there like me who lost people on 9/11, not just in the USA but all around the world in the other attacks. I lost friends from FFXI in the Twin Towers and I’m close enough to DC that the smoke from the pentagon reached my home. For that much, 9/11 has been a rough day for me personally since a decade before the attacks. Some of us have continued losing people for years after in adjacent military campaigns. Some of us know people who were on one or all of the ground zeros. Some of us have never been allowed or able to process our emotions.

If the prompt does what it’s supposed to and makes people think then it’s served its purpose. Perhaps it gives people the space to grieve, releases a long held anger, or lets them cope with their feelings in other ways. Art is therapy.

There isn’t a random draw bot that pulls from a list. I write these prompts for the month ahead of time, meaning I have a list that I make at the beginning of the month and post from each day. I purposely put that one down for today and I won’t apologize for the timing. Yes it’s difficult but it stirs up the emotions needed to be an effective writer.

Yes, sometimes art offends people and sometimes it draws upon strong feelings. In the end you have to realize how much media nods back through history. Take Star Wars for example, the galactic empire was based on Nazi Germany. We turn a blind eye to this because of how popular the saga is. In a few weeks the world will celebrate Halloween and play a song that talks about a massacre in Ireland simply because the song is titled “Zombie”. Never mind that it’s about the events of April 24-29, 1916. It has nothing to do with Halloween. But people continue to turn a blind eye to its true meaning.

The purpose of artists is to make people uncomfortable.

I understand that you and maybe others have a problem with that prompt being on 9/11 but it wouldn’t have an impact on Christmas or New Year’s or any other plain day. For that much it could have been posted on December 7th, or August 6th and no one would have said anything. Because no one really remembers what happened on those days.

I chose a day where the entire contemporary world saw evil and learned the definition of tragedy. Much like the survivors of the previously mentioned dates. Today is a day that has living people who remember what that feels like, the emotions are still raw. Not just in the USA but people who survived attacks all around the world on 9/11/2001. It is far more impactful than any random day. (Though most if not all of the people who have had issue with the prompt were not alive yet or too young to remember the events of September 11, 2001.)

I hope in the end that you are able to respond with an open mind. Tragedy surrounds us every day. You can let it hinder you, allow yourself to be blind to it, or expand your mind and do something that contradicts the intended outcome. Someone wanted the world to fear them. Will you let him win? The world was attacked that day, how do you cope in parallel to your WOL/D?

You do not have the right to not be offended. These prompts are meant to make you hear, feel, think. Our emotions are what make us who we are. If this is something that haunts you and makes you emotional, then I only succeed in our goal.

You’re welcome.

- Griever Worship

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clowny-rolls · 1 month ago

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Pentagon-inspired outfit (kinda)

with and without the jumper. Idk, she’d wear it so i will too.

is almost halloween

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ugh-yoongi · 1 year ago

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happy halloween !

in honor of the day, i decided to compile a list of some of my favorite spooky k-pop tracks! hope you all enjoy. 🎃

01. taemin - impressionable // 02. stray kids - up all night // 03. the boyz - drink it // 04. irene & seulgi - monster // 05. kang daniel - paranoia // 06. ateez - the black cat nero // 07. seventeen - monster // 08. oneus - mr. wolf // 09. purple kiss - zombie // 10. wayv - phantom // 11. dreamcatcher - red sun // 12. enhypen - bite me // 13. (g)i-dle - put it straight (nightmare ver.) // 14. moonbyul - eclipse // 15. kim woo seok - red moon // 16. pixy - bewitched // 17. bibi - wet nightmare // 18. shinee - lucifer // 19. tomorrow x together - devil by the window // 20. twice - hell in heaven // 21. girls' generation - villain // 22. aespa - hold on tight // 23. pentagon - the game // 24. sf9 - watch out // 25. sunmi - burn // 26. vixx - voodoo doll // 27. exo - obsession // 28. kard - inferno // 29. billlie - ring x ring // 30. e'last - dark dream // 31. wjsn - save me, save you

#i could've made this 500 songs long but you know #thought 31 was appropriate #hope you like! <3 #kpop #kpop playlist #playlist #halloween #halloween playlist

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girlfriendsofthegalaxy · 1 year ago

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tuesday again halloween problems (10/31/2023)

not quite an "oops all friends" edition but this edition heavily advised by viewers like you. thank you!

listening

mcr's blood, for seasonal reasons. spotify

Father Finlee by Spence Hood and Justin Ray Stringer is my new favorite song, a spooky prison? folk ballad? elements of the work song and dirge about it. rounds are underutilized in modern music imo.

Finlee played that guard like a fiddle Turned his own fears into a honing missile “Father can you save my soul…” “Well, first you gotta bring me a little C4...”

usually when a song intrigues me like this i try to find interviews or breakdowns of samples or something, but i am coming up flat empty. @dying-suffering-french-stalkers tasting notes: "Volga Boatmen, maybe, but by way of like...1950s/60s Disney choruses? Like Grim Grinning Ghosts?" spotify

reading

somewhat horrifying but unsurprising article about how companies who want (or want to keep) governments contracts can buy out entire DC Metro stations' adspaces. via @andmaybegayer i think?

The Pentagon station, a prime target for reaching DOD staffers, was one of a kind. The Pentagon is the most expensive station to “dominate” according to Outfront Media data which I obtained, even though it has substantially fewer riders than some of the others. Advertising to the 665,786 commuters estimated to visit the Pentagon station in a four week period costs $198,000 (about 30 cents per commuter), before fees. Yet in Gallery Place-Chinatown, a station in downtown DC farther away from government buildings, it costs only $120,000 to reach more than three times as many people (5 cents per commuter).

it is difficult to stress how uncooperative miss mackintosh was during this book's photoshoot. this is genuinely the best one.

i did not enjoy and did not finish Roshani Chokshi's 2018 queer magical intrigue and heist caper in belle epoque france, first in a trilogy. i think there is a mismatch between concept and execution here. i originally had a rather long paragraph about how i'd be interested in a non-new-adult book from her, but after checking her website and seeing that she mostly writes midde-grade and YA, and classifies this book as YA (which doesn't really make sense to me, i think everyone in the core crew can legally drink and i think what i read from this book fits better in New Adult) and has a forthcoming adult book i am not interested in, i think she is simply not an author for me. i reevauated this book with YA in mind, but i think teens deserve books with sophisticated writing and good execution too!

this had a really killer hook but the worldbuilding comes very in thick and fast during the first quarter of the book i read, and felt a little dorling kindersley (here is an eye of horus! on a chinese compass! with a sumerian cipher!). the magical system chokshi uses is novel in its heavy reliance on physical objects and like, countermeasures and counterspells? we get little hints of it as a global system, and it feels very analogous to The Power Of The Computer. a lot of it is based on creation of various physical objects, some of it is mind-based, there are the equivalent of magical stone faraday cages. the macguffin is like. what if a major internet exchange was an object you could carry around.

this magic system is so interesting it makes it disappointing and difficult to break down the distinction between "i don't think the soft-skill worldbuilding through connections and loyalties of characters is that well executed in these first hundred pages" and "hate this specific literary device". we are dropped into a heist at a magical auction where the many magical representatives are attending and rapidly rush through a lineup. this would be a really fun movie or other visual setpiece with intricate costuming choices, but it's hard to show and not tell a complex system of combined familial/cultural/nation-state houses of magic with backstabbing politics when you are rushing through a very time-limited heist. i know that it's the first in a trilogy, but the sheer number of factions and names is very large for a ~400 page trilogy entry. if this were a fucking doorstopper of a series i would have more faith that all will be eventually explained and i will eventually be able to distinguish them all, but i truly don't think she has the pages to do that.

the book's most frequent reviewer praise is that most of the core (but still! very wide! there are so many goddamn names!) cast are colonized or otherwise oppressed people, and i must give this book props for including a bisexual man in the ragtag crew. i read up to the first hundred pages to the first twist, and when the person who joins them at the twist has a voice that is not distinct from the existing gang’s, who are already not distinct from each other, i put the book down. a brief excerpt that does not serve this point very well but serves the following paragraph's point

this book felt like someone describing their dnd campaign to me. people on goodreads do love this book so i'm sure it does eventually deliver on the heist and found family aspects, but it's simply not for me.

bought this here in houston over the summer ( i think) not sure where

watching

House on Haunted Hill (1959, Castle). this was so charming!!!

"it’s a pity you didn’t know when you started playing murder…that i was playing too." vincent price truly is that bitch. his scenes with his fourth wife in the film, carol ohmart, are electric. they hate each other so much. they've tried to kill each other so many times. she laughs when he reminds her how she poisoned him with arsenic. the sex has got to be insane.

this is a public domain movie that's embedded in its own wikipedia page, lol, but there are various restorations of varying quality floating around.

youtube

the exterior shots of the "old, ugly, moldering house" are the frank lloyd wright ennis house in LA, which made me shriek bc it is a famously light/airy/sundrenched building. (exterior wikipedia, interiors here).

thank u @americanwwhore for logging it on letterboxd recently and making me go "oh hey i should watch that too"

playing

not technically fallow but i don't have an interesting story to tell about how i'm trying to get a specific set of genshin impact achievements

making

hey remember this baby blanket? i also forgot about it but now we’re up to 7/10 repeats. i may actually get this out before the child turns one

every time i make these sheet pan chicken thighs i arrange them like the isle of man coat of arms bc it amuses me. had to really mangle them to get a good temp reading but i have not yet given myself food poisoning here (fingers remain crossed).

#tuesday again #tuesday again no problem

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colossal-niamh · 8 months ago

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Saw Kenny Omega talking about rating matches and it reminded me how dumb Meltzer's star ratings are. So now I wanna list of my Totally Better Than Dave 5-Star List of matches that cap out at 5 because who makes a serious ranking system then breaks it 59 times:

Macho Man vs Ricky Steamboat, Wrestlemania 3

Ric Flair vs Ricky Steamboat, Chi-Town Rumble

Ric Flair vs Terry Funk, Clash of the Champions 9

Mitsuharu Misawa vs Jumbo Tsuruta, 6/8/90

Bull Nakano vs Aja Kong, 11/14/90

Super Generation Army vs Tsuruta Gun, 4/20/91

Mitsuharu Misawa vs Toshiaki Kawada, 10/21/92

Sting vs Vader, 12/28/92

Shinobu Kandori vs Akira Hokuto, Dream Slam 1

Bret Hart vs Owen Hart, Wrestlemania 10

Terry Funk vs Atsushi Onita, 5/5/93

Mitsuharu Misawa vs Toshiaki Kawada, 6/3/94

Akira Taue vs Mitsuharu Misawa, 4/15/95

Manami Toyota vs Aja Kong, 6/27/95

Juventud Guerrera vs Rey Misterio, 3/9/96

Kaientai DX vs Gran Hamada, Gran Naniwa, Masato Yakushiji, Super Delfin, and Tiger Mask 4, 10/10/96

Bret Hart vs Stone Cold, Wrestlemaina 13

Mitsuharu Misawa vs Toshiaki Kawada, 6/6/97

Rey Misterio vs Eddie Guerrero, Halloween Havoc 97

Vader vs Mitsuharu Misawa, 10/30/99

Kenta Kobashi vs Vader, 2/27/00

Atlantis vs Villano III, 3/17/00

Steve Corino vs Yoshihiro Tajiri, 5/14/00

Triple H vs Cactus Jack, Royal Rumble 2000

E&C vs The Hardy Boys vs The Dudley Boys, Wrestlemania X-7

Kenta Kobashi vs Mitsuharu Misawa, 3/1/03

Brock Lesner vs Kurt Angle, 9/18/03

Eddie Guerrero vs Brock Lesner, 2/15/04

Samoa Joe vs CM Punk, 10/16/04

Kurt Angle vs Shawn Michaels, Wrestlemania 21

Kenta Kobashi vs Kensuke Sasaki, 7/18/05

Mitsuharu Misawa vs Toshiaki Kawada, 7/18/05

Necro Butcher vs Samoa Joe, 6/11/05

Kenta Kobashi vs Samoa Joe, 10/1/05

AJ Styles vs Samoa Joe 12/11/05

John Cena vs Rob Van Dam, 6/11/06

Bryan Danielson vs Nigel McGuinness, 8/12/06

KENTA vs Bryan Danielson, 9/16/06

Samoa Joe vs Takeshi Morishima, 2/16/07

The Briscoes vs El Generico and Kevin Steen, 8/10/07

Nigel McGuinness vs Takeshi Morishima, 10/6/07

Undertaker vs Edge, wrestlemania 24

Samoa Joe vs Kurt Angle, 4/13/08

Nigel McGuinness vs Bryan Danielson, 11/22/08

Bryan Danielson vs Takeshi Morishima, 12/27/08

Undertaker vs Shawn Michaels, wrestlemania 25

KENTA vs Ricky Marvin, 10/15/09

Undertaker vs Shawn Michaels, Wrestlemania 26

El Generico vs Kevin Steen, 12/18/10

Eddie Kingston vs Claudio Castagnoli, 3/13/11

CM Punk vs John Cena, 7/17/11

Daniel Bryan vs Randy Orton, 6/24/13

CM Punk vs John Cena, 2/15/13 Daniel Bryan vs John Cena, 8/18/13

Sami Zayn vs Cesaro, 2/27/14

Daniel Bryan vs Randy Orton vs Batista, Wrestlemania 30

Sami Zayn vs Adrian Nevile, 12/11/14

Bayley vs Sasha Banks, 8/22/15

Atlantis vs La Sombra, 9/18/15

Shinsuke Nakamura vs AJ Styles, 1/4/16

Sami Zayn vs Shinsuke Nakamura, 4/6/16

Kenny Omega vs Hiroki Goto, 8/14/16

DIY vs The Revival, 11/19/16

Kenny Omega vs Kazuchika Okada, 1/11/17

AJ Styles vs John Cena 1/29/17

Katsuyori Shibata vs Kazuchika Okada, 4/9/17

Kenny Omega vs Kazuchika Okada, 6/11/17

Allister Black vs Adam Cole, 1/27/18

Kenny Omega vs Kazuchika Okada, 6/9/18

Undisputed Era vs Danny Birch & Oney Lorcan, 6/16/18

Brock Lesner vs Daniel Bryan, 11/18/18

Briscoes vs SCU vs The Young Bucks, 12/14/18

WALTER vs Pete Dunne, 4/6/19

Kofi Kingston vs Daniel Bryan, Wrestlemania 35

Cody vs Dustin Rhodes, 5/25/19

WALTER vs Tyler Bate, 8/31/19

Jon Moxley vs Kenny Omega, 11/9/19

Kenny Omega & Hangman Adam Page vs The Young Bucks, 2/29/20

Cody vs Brody Lee, 10/7/20

WALTER vs Ilja Dragunov, 10/29/20

Wheeler Yuta vs Daniel Garcia, 8/8/21

WALTER vs Ilja Dragunov, 8/22/21

Bryan Danielson vs Kenny Omega, 9/22/21

CM Punk vs Eddie Kingston, 11/13/21

Hangman Adam Page vs Bryan Danielson, 12/15/21

Hangman Adam Page vs Bryan Danielson, 1/5/22

Jon Moxley vs Wheeler Yuta, 4/6/22

FTR vs The Briscoes, 4/1/22

FTR vs The Briscoes, 7/23/22

Bryan Danielson vs Daniel Garcia, 8/17/22

Jon Moxley vs CM Punk, 8/24/22

El Desperado vs Jun Kasai, 9/12/22

Atlantis jr vs Stuka jr, 9/16/22

Pentagon jr. vs Villano IV, 10/15/22

FTR vs The Briscoes, 12/10/22

Hangman Adam Page vs Jon Moxley, 3/5/23

GUNTHER vs Drew McIntyre vs Sheamus, Wrestlemania 39 night 1

Athena vs Willow Nightingale, 7/21/23

CM Punk vs Samoa Joe, 8/27/23

Jon Moxley vs Orange Cassidy, 9/3/23

Eddie Kingston vs Claudio Castagnoli, 9/20/23

Takuya Nomura vs Fuminori Abe, 10/12/23

Sting & Darby Allen vs The Young Bucks, 3/3/24

There's a few big gaps in my watch history, namely 90's NJPW, 10's Noah, most joshi post 2000 and anything wrestling pre 80's. I'll edit this if I find a new 5 star match but not rn because this took me literal hours I'm beat

#wrestling #aew #wwe #njpw wrestling #tna wrestling #ajpw #cmll #wcw #Niamh's 5 star list

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mugzymiik · 8 months ago

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I’m A Ghost– Now You See Me Now You Don’t

I REALIZED I NEVER POSTED THE ACTUAL THING HERE OOPS-

its the SBNS thing i posted as a link once i forgot to send it as text too💔💔💔💔

Damn. Not much has happened around here lately. Barracuda thought to himself silently, laying the bottom of his head on the little table beside Dub’s throne. I heard Em telling that sphere– I can never remember her name…– that the caretakers have reached The Land of Spheres. The corrupt pyramid sat up. Hm… That means that the green Hero must have matured. Tourmaline, or whatever his name was. Tanzanite. Some kinda stone.

After a little more time of silent thinking, Barracuda decided to wander the halls of the Tower… Like he’d already done about a billion times now. It really wasn’t fun being a ghost. It wasn’t fun being dead in general. He stood up, heading towards the door and putting a hand on the wall of the huge door frame. Dub didn’t seem to be coming back anytime soon… Damn it. He really wanted a reason to not roam around aimlessly, but it seemed as though he had zero choice.

Taking a step out, Barracuda glanced around at all of the corrupted flowers (and some other types of shapes) walking around. He was pretty sure he saw Ajaceare and George chatting to the side out of the corner of his vision, although he couldn’t care less right now.

He sighed. Fuckin’… Goddamnit.

As the monster wandered, a soft sound caught his attention. It almost sounded like– yelling. Panicked yelling. However, it sounded far away. Odd. Barracuda thought, subconsciously beginning to head in the direction it was coming from.

…Wait. Oh, fuck.

Was that a child’s voice?

— — —

Tsavorite wasn’t sure how he got here… Or, like this… But the only thing that was certain to him right now was that he was a ghost. Not one of those sheet ones you’d see masters of procrastination wear on Halloween, though, no. A real one. One you could actually see through, one that could actually phase through things.

…Crap, he felt like he was going to actually pass out. Could ghosts pass out? Was that something they could do? …Could ghosts even sleep?!

Tsavorite was terrified. Just how long had it been since he had died?! He’d woken up in the middle of the forest, where the clear line of foliage between Polygon County and The Land of Spheres met. But the others hadn’t been in sight at all. It was scary. Really scary…

The green Hero dashed around aimlessly, desperately trying to find somebody, anybody that could see him. There has to be somebody that can help– right?!

In his panicked wandering, he stumbled upon a very familiar sight– Poly Town. An actual civilization… And that was where the Chipzel group lived! Maybe they could help him! Tsavorite quickly headed into the town, keeping an eye out for that house he could recognize… Aaaaand… Bingo! There was Squadril, too, walking right in! Perfect! The ghost child dashed through the door just before Squadril completely closed it, gazing around. Huh– and there was Grandpa and Circumsphere! Woah.

Tsavorite ran towards Cintagon, hope flooding through his chest– then, he realized. If the other pentagon– or any of them for that matter– could actually see him, they would have said something already. And so he sat, looking towards Cintagon with a frown. He was speaking to Purpex… And they both sounded pretty upset.

“Marcle’s received word from Rincle.” Purpex spoke, and Tsavorite could see the emotions in her eyes: anger, sadness, guilt. “…Tsavorite’s dead. He was killed by a corrupt.” That hit Tsavorite like a shock, and as he watched Purpex and Cintagon make multiple attempts to hold their tears– which were also futile–, he resisted the urge to cry along with them. He was really dead, then…

He continued to just watch. He felt like– This couldn’t be real. Right?

Eventually, Circumsphere, Marcle and Squadril entered the room, and Tsavorite couldn’t take it anymore. He dashed out of the open window, glancing around in a panic. This could’ve been just a prank. Right? Right? No– no, they wouldn’t do that. Not in the middle of the Pink Corruption basically-apocalypse, at least. And the look of pure grief in Purpex and Cintagon’s eyes had been genuine.

This couldn’t be real…

As soon as Tsavorite neared a bush, he pushed his hand into it without hesitation. It went through. It fricking went through the bush.

He felt like he was going to cry.

“No, no, no, no, no, no, no—” The Green Hero kept repeating to himself as he dashed in a very specific direction… …Was he really that desperate…?

…

He was.

—

As Tsavorite neared Dub’s tower, he was beginning to have second thoughts… Would this be reckless? No– no, he was already dead… But what if he wasn’t? There was always a chance he wasn’t dead, right?! If he wasn’t, there was certain death that came from literally walking right into Dub’s tower. But– he was desperate. He wanted to know. He needed to know…

He dashed in.

One of the first things Tsavorite immediately noticed was the sheer amount of corrupted shapes around the tower. He’d known there were a lot of shapes that Dub had gotten to… But not that many!

He began dashing around, trying to push around some flowers, trying to smack some cubes’ heads, anything, just to try and possibly get their attention… Nothing. His hand just kept going through them.

And so, he decided to start calling.

“HEY!” Tsavorite yelled out to a group of flowers, dashing towards them. “HEY! CAN YOU HEAR ME?!” He floated in front of one of them, waving his hand in front of her face. She didn’t even seem to notice him, she just kept talking to the other flowers…

He looked around wildly, feeling quite panicked… He dashed towards a cube and a flower having a chat near the corner of the hall. He did recognize the cube, though– Cyan had mentioned something about a cloak, one eye, and that kind of hair… Tsavorite waved his hand in front of the cube, too, “PLEASE–?! SOMEONE–?!” Still. No. Response.

He felt like he was going to cry.

After a bit more of going around, calling out, and even trying to straight up punch someone, Tsavorite floated down to the ground, sitting and leaning against the wall. “Please–…” He sniffled, wiping away a stray tear that had escaped his eye. “Somebody’s got to be able to hear me…”

Just as he finished speaking, a large pink figure caught his attention. He looked up, and spotted, looking straight at him– wait–

WAS THAT PYRARE?!

No– no, it couldn’t be. This monster pyramid looked– Just as he was beginning to fully process who exactly this might be, though, the corrupted pyramid turned, and began to walk back down the hall. Tsavorite gasped, got to his feet, and began dashing after the Pyrare-lookalike. “HEY, WAIT!”

Now that they were fully in his vision, and he was getting a bit closer, Tsavorite could see that some pink triangles were floating around the pyramid, and they themself looked… Transparent? Oh– like him! Except, his triangles were yellow, blue and orange! …Wait– that meant–

“BARRACUDA!”

— — —

Barracuda paused at the Hero’s call of his name. He hadn’t been spoken to with his name in years, let alone being spoken to at all. But, as quickly as he had halted, he began walking again. He really needed to lead this kid away from the tower. He wasn’t sure why, exactly… But… He felt the need to. Well– not a ‘need’, per se. Instead… It almost felt like something was calling him to do so.

Barracuda continued walking out of and away from Dub’s tower, with the Hero trailing after him, now calling his name in sheer desperation. “BARRACUDA! PLEASE, WAIT!”

The kid just kept going… It was getting awfully annoying.

Finally, once he reached the treeline, Barracuda stopped walking, and turned to the green pentagon. “You need to go.” He spoke in a stern voice, in hopes that the child would actually listen to him. From the looks of it, though, it didn’t seem like that would actually happen.

The Hero’s eyes widened. He pulled down his… Scarf? Bandana?– Barracuda wasn’t sure–, and spoke again. “What?! But you’re–”

“I said you need to go.” Barracuda snapped. He quickly came up with an excuse, fueled by only his want for the other to just go. “The corrupts in the tower are very uneased by just your Tree-like presence. …Even as a ghost.” He added that last part quietly.

The Hero frowned, “but I–… You’re the only one who can see me.”

Barracuda’s eye softened slightly. Of course the kid would be this desperate to talk to him… He was alone and confused. Still, though– Barracuda needed to lead him away from the tower.

He stayed silent, debating to himself. The Hero stared up at him, an almost pleading look in his eyes. “…Barracuda…?”

Barracuda gave a heavy sigh. He assumed that this Hero wouldn’t leave him alone if he didn’t at least give him any advice. “I–… I don’t know what to do…” Neither do I. “I just– woke up as a ghost. We were right by the edge of The Land of Spheres… But then I woke up like that, and�� I don’t know where the heck Mom or Dad or Orange or Cube or Cyan or—”

Barracuda cut him off. “Alright.”

The Hero perked up at that, gazing up at Barracuda with wide eyes. “What–?” “I said ‘alright’. What’s your name, kid?” The corrupted pyramid asked, looking down at the Green Hero.

The child took a moment to take this in… Then he spoke: “Tsavorite. Hero of the—”

“Hero of the Green Tree of Life. Yada yada, I know.” Barracuda huffed, straightening himself before turning to face the direction of The Land of Spheres. “You said The Land of Spheres. Correct?”

Tsavorite nodded. “Yeah! But, I don’t know where—”

“C’mon.”

Barracuda’s words seemed to shock Tsavorite to the core… He stayed in place, and they stared at each other for a long moment, in silence. Barracuda broke the silence. “C’mon. I’m not gonna find them for you, kid.”

“…Oh. OH! Okay! Oh my Trees– thank you! Thank you so much!” Tsavorite sounded genuinely thankful… And Barracuda felt a small spark of joy go off in his mind, from the kid’s smile alone. “Yeah, yeah. Now, like I said: c’mon.”

And with that, they began walking. Hopefully, just hopefully, Barracuda could find the caretakers and Heroes. Then he could go back to Dub’s tower, never to be bothered by this child again. …He wasn’t sure if he would be able to look straight at Pyrare, however…

Barracuda shook those thoughts away.

Just for Tsavorite’s sake.

#pink corruption #pink corruption au #the pink corruption #the pink corruption au #tpc #jsab tpc #brittcorruption #jsab:tpc #sbns au #shattered body but not spirit au #cw death mention #but also death #ITS NOT ON SCREEN SO UH #like not actively death #help how does it work #PLEASE🥺🥺🥺🥺PLEASE SPARE ME I AMJUST A LITTL TWINK /HEVJ

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clown-femme · 1 year ago

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the song 'the monster mash' suggests that a band of halloween monsters is playing a song called the monster mash at a party. However it's never said that the song we're listening to IS the monster mash. and the singer addresses the audience, saying that the monster mash is a song for us as well, so we are indeed considered a third party in the lore of the song, meaning that this song cannot be the monster mash. This is further backed up by the singer saying "when you get to my door, tell them Boris sent you. Then you can mash" and "you'll catch on in a flash" which implies to me that we haven't even begun to mash. we, a human audience, don't know the first fucking thing about monster mashing.

The monster mash is also established to have an associated dance of the same name. it also somehow absorbed the transylvania twist which is "now the monster mash" to dracula's apparent dismay but we don't have time to start talking about how the transylvania twist became the monster mash (which caught on in a flash)

so my question is: what does the monster mash actually sound like and what dance move are you supposed to do along with it. the fact that it used to be the transylvania twist can kind of imply a certain motion to it at least. someone call the pentagon about this.

#anyway i have to get back to work

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draculovemp3 · 9 months ago

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X files pilot first time ever thoughts & feelings: goosebumps just got AWESOMER. Need to be between the butchfemme mulder scully sandwich so bad. The weird corpse is so fawking ♨️♨️♨️ scully in glasses i loveeee youuuu . worried scully hugging mulder & milder lying to comfort :((( “every day’s like Halloween” hehehe. Gravedigging lets goooo ! COMA BOY AKDEKFB⁉️⁉️⁉️. Shoutout to fun little alien items in super tiny glass bottles. FAWKK THE PENTAGON.

The final thought. I love it here. X files world will be fun

THE THEME. I’ve known it but never fully nor watched…. Impacted so goodly

#lee postz #not intentional but my first time watching x files being when I got high is Awesome

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eowynstwin · 2 years ago

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Modern Warfare 2: Complete Timeline

Hey gang, I spent a lot of time compiling this particular set of notes for personal fanfic reasons, but I figured other people might benefit from having it all in one place like this rather than having to scrub through the entire game movie on YouTube like I did this past week. Thus I present to you the order in which events actually happen in-game. Important to note, I placed Shepherd and Graves’ original war crime in its proper place rather than post Prison-Break, for chronology’s sake. Also important to note, the very first meeting we see between Laswell and Shepherd is neither dated nor timed, but via context clues it can at least be deduced that it was in October at the Pentagon.

To sum up the timeline, the prologue sets up the action three and a half months prior to kickoff, in Al-Mazrah on July 15th, 2022. Graves and Shepherd lose their missiles only one month after the strike on Ghorbrani. (Interesting little detail—the missiles they were trying to deliver were almost certainly the same make and model used in the strike. Narratively delicious.) It takes two and a half months for the missiles to pop back up again, with TF141 finding the first of them on October 28th, 2022. It takes 141 eight days to locate and neutralize the remaining missiles, and the operation occurs across six separate countries. (Ghost and Soap are in Mexico for Halloween and Día de los Muertos. Do with that what you will.) Everyone, and I do mean everyone, commits a varied pastiche of actual, prosecutable war crimes, but the most objectively egregious ones naturally belong to Shadow Company, Hassan, and Shepherd. The action comes to a conclusion in Chicago on November 4th, 2022.

On with the details!

15 July 2022 1600hrs, Al Mazrah — “STRIKE” Ghost confirms Ghorbrani arms deal in the desert. Shadow Company led by Professional Bastard Phillip Graves carries out a successful missile strike on the site. Ghost confirms the kill. Cool guys may not look at explosions, but even cooler guys don’t get out of the blast radius.

12 Aug 2022 0300, Al Mazrah — “HINDSIGHT” Shadow company attempts to illegally deliver 3 American missiles to allies fighting Russia at General Shepherd’s behest. They are ambushed by Russian PMCs on the road. The PMCs wipe them out and steal the missiles. The US Military at its finest.

“Several Months Later,” US Pentagon — Laswell brings Shepherd the reports on Hassan Zyani. They decide to send Task Force 141 after him.

28 Oct 2022 0130hrs, Al Mazrah — “KILL OR CAPTURE” Soap and Ghost lead a Marine Special Operations unit on a raid at an Al-Qatala compound to capture Hassan. They find the American missiles instead. Shepherd has a blackout meeting with Laswell to control the situation (and to keep her from finding out they’re his missiles).

28 Oct 2022 0600hrs, Amsterdam — “WETWORK” Price and Gaz discover a liaison between AQ and the Mexican Las Almas Cartel at the docks. Daddy Price gets his hat wet.

28 Oct 2022 0800hrs, Amsterdam — “TRADECRAFT” Price, Gaz, and Laswell abduct a Las Almas cartel sicario from a cafe meet with AQ. They discover Hassan is being moved that night from Mexico into the US. They don’t even get to try the coffee.

29 Oct 2022 2200hrs, US-Mexico Border — “BORDERLINE” Alejo and Rudy attempt to capture Hassan before he crosses into the US. They are unable to catch him, but Hassan flees back into Las Almas. They discover that “something” is bound for the US on a boat across the Atlantic.

30 Oct 2022 1000hrs, Las Almas — “CARTEL PROTECTION” Ghost and Soap arrive in Las Almas and meet with Alejandro and Rudy. 141 and Los Vaqueros storm the cartel hideout Hassan is holed up in, but find it absent of him. Soap, Ghost, and Alejo have to flee after engaging the Mexican Army (which has arrived to support the cartel).

30 Oct 2022 1300hrs, Las Almas — “CLOSE AIR” Soap, Ghost, and Alejandro corner Hassan in a cartel compound on (what I think is) an agave farm, where Shadow Company air support gives assistance (read: indiscriminate heavy artillery). Hassan is captured, and after a small town (Olmeda) is leveled in the crossfire, 141 et al take Hassan into the desert for interrogation. They get nothing and have to let him go. If you think the military is the pinnacle of efficiency, this mission should relieve you of that notion.

31 Oct 2022 1100hrs, Spain — “RECON BY FIRE” Price and Gaz infiltrate a hatchery front for the joint Cartel/AQ operation. They find out that Russia is involved. Laswell is kidnapped by AQ and taken hostage in Urzikstan.

01 Nov 2022 1600hrs, Urzikstan — “VIOLENCE AND TIMING” Price and Gaz with the help of Farah Karim (MY LOVE) and her Liberation Front assault the AQ convoy into Al Mazrah and reclaim Laswell. Laswell discovers that AQ received Russian guidance systems with which to arm the American missiles. Family reunion briefly ensues. There were no hugs and there absolutely should have been.

01 Nov 2022 2300hrs, Las Almas — “EL SIN NOMBRE” Soap and Alejo infiltrate Diego’s horribly decorated manor to locate and take ESN into custody. They discover ESN is Valeria, and that Alejo served with her. Valeria reveals where the next missile is headed: an oil rig 400 miles off the coast in the Gulf of Mexico.

02 Nov 2022 1700hrs, Gulf of Mexico — “DARK WATER” 141, LV, and Shadow Company assault the oil rig and have to detonate the missile at launch. Back at LV base, Graves and Shadow Company carry out a hostile takeover, and Ghost and Soap escape separately into Las Almas with Shadows in hot pursuit.

03 Nov 2022 0000hrs, Las Almas — “ALONE” Soap makes his way through Las Almas, evading Shadow Company mercs, to the church Ghost has holed up in, and learns about guerilla warfare. They speculate that Graves and Shepherd are up to something. Soap doesn’t know when to stop flirting. Once reunited, they escape Las Almas to Alejo’s safehouse, where they find Rudy in hiding. They make their plan to rescue Alejo and the rest of Los Vaqueros.

03 Nov 2022 0400hrs, Las Almas — “PRISON BREAK” Ghost, Soap, and Rudy break Alejo and LV out of prison. Price and Gaz arrive to assist, and reveal that Laswell discovered Shepherd and Graves were the ones to have lost the American missiles in the first place. Once back at Alejo’s safehouse, Price confronts Shepherd over Zoom video chat. Shepherd doubles down. Price and Alejo align to take back LV base, and Ghost shows his face for the first time. Ghost Team is formed. You get a mask and you get a mask and you get a mask.

03 Nov 2022 1630hrs, Las Almas — “GHOST TEAM” Ghost Team takes back LV base. Soap brings C4 to a tank fight and wins. Graves gets blown up (or does he??? #graveslives). Valeria reveals the final missile is in Chicago. 141 leaves Las Almas. Ghost speaks some of the most British Spanish ever.

04 Nov 2022 0200hrs, Chicago — “COUNTDOWN” 141 and a Marine strike force lay siege to the corporate building that Hassan and AQ have installed the missile onto. As they chase Hassan down, the missile launches, and Price and Soap race to get ahold of the controls. Soap gets them, and with Laswell’s direction detonates the missile mid-flight. Hassan gets ahold of Soap afterwords, and tries to throw him out a window after giving a supervillain speech. Ghost, in sniper position, shoots Hassan dead and saves Soap’s life.

An unspecified, but likely very short, amount of time later, 141 and Laswell are having celebratory drinks at a bar. Laswell presents the new enemy, and Price gives name to the face: Makarov.

#call of duty: modern warfare 2 #cod:mw2 #cod fanfic #mw2 fanfic #call of duty fanfic #modern warfare 2 fanfic #PHEW this took a good long while #very fun to put together though #also. do these cats ever get to sleep or #side note: I don’t know if price ever gets to actually smoke a cigar on screen #I don’t remember #in my heart? of course he does #analysis

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