#queue are today's sacrifice

[camelliagwerm]

HORIZON: FORBIDDEN WEST (2022)

[bethanyactually]

Nancy Drew + text posts (63/?)

4.11 || The Sinner's Sacrifice (3/3)

feat. @amidalleia, @heartunsettledsoul, & @flythesail ♥︎

[gideongrovel]

i dont ever reblog any askbox games, mostly cause i dont want the embarrassment of nobody sending any to me (/nm /lh) but i also dont want the embarrassment of talking directly about my f/os x s/i lore either,,,, mostly cause id be being perceived more then im use to 😅 and about something personal and i just feel shy about talking about it sometimes 😅 I'd rather just drop easter eggs in the tags of post then talk directly lol

buuuut any ask games about like screenshots/audio of your f/o i would be able to do,,, cause it's more of like just showing off the blorbo in a gushy matter which i can do!! tho i would only be able to do it for Varney and Chop since i only have excessive amount of pics/vids of them two lol,,,,, but next time an ask game like that is going around i think i will participate 😁 if im on my laptop and have access to em that is lol  

[angelsdvsts]

okay i finished my drafts (everyone cheer !) but it's 5 am and i have to be up at 7am and i didn't take a nap after work... lmfao... so hopefully ill get to the reverse starter calls tmr ?? <3

[letstalkaboutshtufff]

I’m Sorry I Wasn’t Enough

Neteyam x reader

Pairing: Neteyam Sully x Reader Mate

Warnings: Mentions of Arranged Marriage, violence, blood.

Summary: A year after your marriage you are looking back on things, more specifically your non existent relationship with your mate. When something happens and you’re in danger how will Neteyam react? Oh and you’re injured?

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Today marked the one year anniversary of your bonding ceremony to the future oleykten of the omatikaya. One year and one month since your life had changed forever

Neteyam te Sully, son of Toruk Makto… your husband. You remember it like it was yesterday..

The war with the sky people had gotten increasingly difficult, Toruk makto had been meeting with your Grandfather to discuss a potential alliance between the clans to aid in the fight against the sky people.

It was a shock to all when your Grandfather said they would only help if there was a blood alliance. Meaning you, the sole heir were to be married to Neteyam, there clans heir.

It was a smart move for all parties involved on paper. A decision that would strengthen everyone, combining resources, combining armies, combining… well everything. But happiness for everyone else unfortunately meant the sacrifice for you and Neteyam.

Toruk Makto had asked you many times if you were alright with it, to which you politely said you were ready to do anything to aid the cause against the sky people.

It’s not like you could have said anything else.

Your parents were not alive to defend you, your grandfather was a good leader but couldn’t care less about your happiness. “Good leaders need to make sacrifices for the people.”

Neteyam understood the same thing. He also wanted nothing more than to prove himself.

So you both agreed without so much as having more than one conversation together.

Within a few days you had packed all your belongings and were mounting an Ikran. Your new life awaited you.

A month later you were mated before Eywa to Neteyam. Bonded in every way except the heart.

Neteyam wasn’t cruel no but he was… serious. The heavy burden of war on his responsible shoulders. He was civil with you. Spoke when nessesary to you but other than that… you barely ever saw him.

His days were either filled with preparing for raids or the raids himself and he would enter your home pod late when you were asleep and leave at first light.

The only time you ever felt any sort of emotion from him was during your first and only mating bond. Connecting your queues forced emotion to flow through the both of you, and he had been gentle and caring. But you realized soon after that that was a one time occurrence and that warmth was not a thing your mate was capable of.

Well at least not with you. He was caring with his family, you’d watched him interact with them from afar. He was careful not to show this side of him to many but you did manage to see it several times before he noticed you were there, then he’d swiftly mask his face.

You really didn’t understand his coldness. You were mated for life shouldn’t you both make an effort to at least be friends?

You tried to be someone he would proud to call his mate. You helped around the village, especially with the wounded, you made sure not to fight with anyone and keep a cool head. You did everything you could but he never saw you.. never saw your efforts.. even though you saw his.

Over the year you watched your mate. You grew to admire his strength and character. Perhaps that is why it hurt so much. You had feelings for a man who barely acknowledged your existence.

You let out a deep sigh. The trees of the forest were the only ever witnesses to your sorrow. You adjusted your net covering around you. It was getting colder, your old home never reached cool temperatures so you were not prepared for it.

You really didn’t have friends save for Neteyams siblings. And even there you didn’t spend that much time with them seeing how much trouble they liked to get into. You didn’t want to risk upsetting your mate.

You would admit that you were lonely however. When you weren’t needed in the village you spent your time exploring the never ending forest that was your home. You weren’t raised in one so you were always venturing out and exploring.

Today however due to your more than usual sadness, what with it being your anniversary and all you had walked further than you intended.

You paused your steps hearing several voices up ahead, what were Navi doing all the way out here?

You slowly crept closer to the sounds but made sure to stay hidden behind the trees.

Your eyes widened when you caught sight of the Navi- no Avatars that were clad in military gear and holding AR’s.

You carefully moved backwards until you were out of earshot.

You knew you had to tell your mate. They were clearly dangerous.

You felt for the weird contraption around your neck, you never had to use it before. You pressed down on it,

“N-neteyam?” You spoke shakily.

A few seconds passed before you heard a click. “Y/n…? Is that you?”

You could hear the slight confusion in his voice. At least he recognized you.

“Y-yes um, I’m out in the forest and there’s these Avatars… but they don’t look normal, they are dressed in camo and are holding AR’s…”

“What’s you pos?”

“W-what?” You furrowed your brows.

“Your position, where are you right now?” He spoke a bit more sternly.

“I’m-“

Wait where were you?

“Y/n?”

“I’m not sure but they were standing in front of an old worn down building..like a shack… something from the sky people I think..”

You could hear an intake of breath, “Y/n listen to me carefully, you’re going to get out of there without making a sound ok? Get back here immediately.”

You nodded before realizing he couldn’t see you, “ok I’m coming” you released the button and started to run as quietly as you could back the way you came.

Adrenaline coursed through you, you looked back several times to ensure you weren’t being followed.

You stopped to catch your breath, hopefully this was far enough-

“Ah!” You cried out falling backwards seeing a fresh bullet lodged in the now smoking tree beside you.

You quickly regained your footing and started barreling forward.

A round of explosive pops rang from behind you, debris grazing your back.

Oh Great Mother help me!

You cried out as another bullet whizzed right by your ear causing you to lose balance.

You heard shouts but they spoke in a language unknown to you.

You moved to get up when suddenly your queue was yanked back forcefully.

You hissed at your abuser, but he only smiled. Again he spoke in a language you didn’t understand.

“L-Let me go!” You tried clawing at his hand but he only yanked harder causing your vision to go white in seering pain.

Was he going to kill you? You wish you could at least understand what he was shouting at you.

He used your queue to turn you harshly around. You hissed again now able to fully see your attacker.

He only rolled his eyes said something that again failed your understanding and swiftly backhanded you into the dirt.

While you lay on the ground in pain he held a hand to his ear saying something into his comm.

You had to do something, he was going to kill you or take you back to the others…

Your eyes perked up seeing something glinting strapped to his boot.

You figured it was best to attack while he was distracted…

I guess it’s now or never,

You swiftly grabbed the knife and plunged it into his stomach.

“Gah! You bitch!”

You didn’t stick around to see his reaction, you were already darting away. You heard the cocking of his gun and immediately started weaving through trees.

*POP* *POP* *POP*

It was a miracle you avoided all the bullets.

You made the mistake of looking back for a split second and found yourself tumbling over a root.

You gasped and tried to right yourself but he was already there pointing his gun.

Your eyes met his murderous ones and you knew this was it.

You let out one more frightened hiss and watched his finger start to pull.

*POP POP*

You couldn’t help the cry that left your mouth but- why weren’t you in pain?

“Y/N move!” Suddenly an arm was yanking you up onto your feet.

“N-neteyam!?” You couldn’t believe your eyes. He was about to speak when moments later more gunshots rang out. You gasped seeing more avatars emerging from the trees.

“Neteyam get her out of here! Move!” Jake jumped in front of you both and motioned for you to run. A few Navi warriors aiding him shooting their own weapons.

Neteyam pulled you through the trees at record speed, he quickly pulled you onto his Ikran before mounting it himself behind you and flying away. His eyes scanning the trees to make sure no one was aiming anything at them.

“Are you injured?” He asked in that raw tone he used in the middle of battle. Serious and to the point.

You shook your head, not trusting your voice not to crack. That was the last thing you wanted to do was cry in front of him.

He sighed before adjusting his reins. His silence was like poison. Slowly seeping into you making you feel ten times worse then when you were just under that guys gun.

You were breathing heavily when he landed the ikran on the mountain ledge.

He dismounted first then held out his hand, you let him help you down thanking Eywa that your legs didn’t give out on you in front of the entire village who were currently staring.

“Neteyam!” Tuk ran up and hugged your mate tightly.

The silly siblings all ran up to you guys asking what happened.

“Are you hurt sister?” Kiri eyed you up and down wearily.

“I’m alright, don’t worry…”

“Y/n!” Tuk was quick to switch to you and you embraced her warmly wanting to ease the fear on her face.

“Everyone is alright Tuk, please don’t cry…” you stroked her back calming her down, or maybe you were using her as a buffer.

You hesitantly glanced up to where Neteyam was speaking to his mother. He looked pissed. Neytiris eyes met your worried ones for a split second, softening slightly before turning back to her son. Her eyes widened in some sort of threat before sighing and coming to you.

“Are you alright daughter?” She placed a hand on your shoulder.

“I’m alright…I’m sorry for all of this I-“ she shushed you quickly.

“Don’t, it’s alright, everyone is alright…” you sighed and nodded to her thankful that she wasn’t upset with you for putting her family in danger.

“Y/n” you sucked in a breath and met your mates eyes. You wanted to let out a whimper at the anger they held.

He motioned for you to follow him. Every step felt like someone had placed a stone in your heart.

He pulled aside the flap of your tent and looked forward waiting for you to enter.

With shakey breaths you ducked under and stepped into your home.

Your fingers pulling at your netted covering as a nervous distraction.

You had seen Neteyam angry countless times before, at warriors who disobeyed orders. At his brother for causing trouble, at anyone who seriously stepped out of line.

You shivered in place now that for the first time that anger was directed at you.

He yanked the flap back down and rounded on you.

“What the hell were you thinking!?” His eyes shooting daggers through you.

“I-I I’m sorry I didn’t mean-“

“Do you know how much danger you’ve put everyone in?! They could’ve followed you back to our village and done who knows what!”

“I never would have-“

“What were you thinking wandering around there!? That areas off limits for a reason!”

“I didn’t know- Neteyam I-!”

“Enough! I don’t want to hear your excuses.” You felt the tears running down your cheeks and it seemed to trigger Neteyam to at least bring his anger down a notch.

He turned around letting out a sigh,

He hated you, that was evident now. He may have hidden his distaste before but now that you had finally angered him his true colors showed.

It only made your tears come faster. The adrenaline finally wearing off, you realized just how scared you had been. Your body ached, craving nothing more than to curl up and rest.

Not to mention an annoying pinching feeling on your abdomen that was getting increasingly more painful. Like a sting from a beertus beetle.

You ignored it focusing on the man before you.

He held a hand up to his neck, you could hear his father speaking on the other side.

They talked for a minute, you released a breath you didn’t know you were holding when you heard that everyone was alright.

Neteyam ended the line and his head turned towards you. He seemed a bit calmer now that he knew everyone was ok.

Your eyes couldn’t handle his glare at the moment so instead they landed on the mat beneath you.

It was quiet for several moments, the air thick with tension.

“You are never to go there or anywhere near that area again understood?” He spoke to you like you were one of his soldiers.

“Understood…” your voice was hoarse but at least it didn’t break.

He nodded before turning to leave and meet with his father to discuss this new threat.

Your heard his footsteps start to fade which meant he was going to leave. Of course he would. Why would he want to stay with someone like you?

Your eyes were still glued to the mat. A beautifully woven mat that was a gift from your Mother in law. It was dyed in beautiful colors.

Huh? Did something spill on it? Your eyebrows furrowed seeing red droplets. Hopefully that wouldn’t stain.. was it juice? You hoped it-

Another drop, forming right before your eyes. You looked up at the ceiling, frowning when you didn’t see anything. Then something clicked and you moved your netted cover to the side, you expected to see a cut or deep scrape from your falls. But you felt like a bucket of ice had been dumped on you when you saw it.

Why Great mother? Why were you testing me like this?

You let out a distressed whimper. Your eyes shot to the entrance where your mate had just stepped out of seconds before. You could still hear his footsteps.

You could call to him. He would hear you. But you didn’t. You couldn’t.. your mate already hated you. You would not tell him this and make him even angrier.

You would not tell him you had been shot…

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You cursed realizing quickly that that was probably the dumbest mistake you had made. Because moments later you were too dizzy to stand and were sprawled out onto the floor clutching your side.

How could you get help now? Was this how you were going to die? It certainly looked like it..

You thought of your mate. He hated you, maybe it was…. You whimpered at your next thought.

Maybe this was for the better. He would find a new mate and be happy.

Yeah, you could do this for him… why should such a good person be miserable..?

But wait… would this damage his reputation? That he let sky people kill his mate?

Was this actually going to hurt him?

A Navi males reputation was everything. If he couldn’t protect his family who would trust him to protect the people.

No, you couldn’t be selfish. If you died, he would suffer in his position.

For the second time ever you reached up to your neck, fingers slippery from the blood.

“N-neteyam…” was that your voice? It sounded so different…

Would he even answer? He probably thought you were trying to make excuses for what happened. You tried calling out a few more times.

You felt your heart sink at the silence, it looked like he had shut the line off.

As your vision began to blur at the edges you realized that it looked like his reputation was going to suffer after all.

Even though you knew he wasn’t listening you held the button down once more, one final time…

“I’m s-sorry Neteyam.. I really tried to be a w-worthy m-mate.. I’m sorry I couldn’t do b-better mmh, p-pl.. please tell the p-people it was m-my fault not yours…I… I really did love you N-Neteyam, I-i h-hope your next mate will make you happy-“

Your fingers slipped from exhaustion and your vision failed you completely.

Goodbye my Neteyam…

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Neteyam had never moved so fast in all his life.…

Ooooh a cliffhanger hehehe, also is anyone actually reading this? Should I do a part 2👀❤️

[soaps-mohawk]

So...

I've been doing some thinking about a couple of things.

This blog has grown considerably, even from its start and I appreciate each and every one of you so much. Your support never ceases to amaze me and I owe all of you a lot for giving me something to focus on this year instead of spiraling into insanity.

But

Things have gotten a tad bit overwhelming recently between trying to run the blog and trying to write. I find myself either having to ignore the blog to get writing done, or sacrifice writing time and energy to spend time on the blog and keep up with all the replies/reblogs/asks etc. Definitely not complaining, you all never cease to amaze me.

But, I am just one person and my brain only has so much power right now. So, I'm planning to take some (more) time off each week right now while I focus on writing and planning since we're getting into some serious plot stuff soon. So I'm planning to be on the blog three days a week for a while: Saturday, Sunday, and Thursday. That gives me some time to get some writing done as well as some time to rest my brain.

Saturday and Sunday of course to post the chapter and respond to replies and reblogs so I don't get super behind. Monday I'll have some asks queued up as well as maybe a few reblogs. I'll still use the queue Tuesday and Wednesday for reblogs/asks with spoilers as usual. Thursday I'll be on the blog answering asks from Monday - Wednesday as well as things I get that day. I'll queue up a few things for Friday since that day gives me a little break between to prepare for the weekend and posting the chapter.

I'll probably add more days as time goes on. You can still send in asks on the days I'm gone, but just know I won't see them or respond to them until later in the week. I already get behind by a couple days on asks anyway so that's not much of a change.

Don't feel bad for sending them either, I love getting all these asks, I just tend to get behind on days I spend more time writing.

The second order of business

has to do with my taglist. Most of you probably haven't noticed (which I don't blame you lol) but my taglist has gotten very big. Very, very big. It's just over 230 people right now, and I'm sure there will be others asking to join. It's quite time consuming to do all of these tags for every chapter (especially since we can't tag in blocks anymore) so I've been doing some thinking into how I can make it easier for me, and for you.

I know there's at least one blog I've heard of, though I'm sure there's more, that have made side blogs that they have people follow and turn on notifications for and just make a post on that blog when they post a chapter or fic, etc. I've been considering doing that since the taglist is a lot of work and time.

I've also seen blogs that have side blogs that just post chapters/fics and nothing else. I know quite a few of you only follow for the fic, so if anyone is interested, I could put together a side blog like that as well that you can follow and get notifications from instead of having to follow this blog and having to go through the probably 100 posts that I make a day 😂 (at least it feels that way for me)

Having a separate blog for the taglist too would allow me to schedule posts so I can have them come out a bit earlier than I get up for those of you across the world who stay up to read and have to wait for me to post in the morning when I get up (or later like today because I slept in). Of course Ao3 will get posted later because I can't schedule posts there, but at least for Tumblr I can have things post earlier.

So let me know what you think about the taglist side blog and the possible just chapters/fics side blog. Feel free to send in asks (anonymously or not) with your opinion. I might not answer them all (not tonight because my brain is fried and honestly i'm not sure if this is even comprehensible English) but I will at least use them to make the decision (or make a post with all of them and answer it as just one).

[lovings4turn]

୧ ‧₊˚ ☕️ ⋅ ☆ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭…

— in desperate need of caffeine, logan stumbles into the first cafe he comes across. little does he know, this will be the start of something great.

+ the first part of my whole latte love series , aka my child , so i hope you all enjoy <3 this is set in the uk , but reader isn't specified to be any particular nationality !

+ dividers from benkeibear !!

there were many sacrifices logan sargeant was willing to make in his life.

flying halfway across the world aged only eleven to pursue his dream of racing, for one. on a smaller scale, always allowing his brother dalton to ride shotgun on family trips, despite the fact that the backseat caused his legs to cramp up after a few hours.

but, no matter how late he was running, logan had promised himself he would never, ever deprive his body of a hot, caffeinated beverage before a meeting. 

on this particular morning, though, logan was running especially late. normally, the jarring sound of the iphone alarm would snap him from his deep sleep within seconds, the noise sparking an instant feeling of dread within him even when it wasn't coming from his phone. 

he’d learned that alex had a habit of setting alarms for various things throughout the day, before promptly forgetting what he’d set it for, leaving logan to go through the five stages of grief at least four times a weekend. 

but it seemed today the universe had been a little bored, and so decided to find entertainment in burdening a poor, unsuspecting american race car driver with one minor inconvenience after another. 

firstly, his alarm hadn't woken him up. correction: it had woken him up, just thirty minutes after it was supposed to.

secondly, his pride in managing to get dressed with an impressive five minutes to spare was quickly dissipated when he couldn't find his keys or wallet. the hunt had set him back another ten minutes (because why on earth would he think to check the cutlery drawer until he had run out of other possible options?).

and, for good measure, he'd tripped over his own welcome mat in his mad dash out of his apartment. so, yeah, it had been a morning, to put it lightly.

logan cursed to himself as he all but jogged down the busy street, eyes desperately scanning every building he passed in search of a cafe. he was too frantic to read any shop signs, but when he witnessed two girls walking out of a doorway clutching two paper cups, he knew he'd struck gold.

fucking finally.

logan offered the pair a tight lipped smile as he slipped past them and into the cafe, letting a sigh of relief escape his lips as the familiar smell of strong, freshly brewed coffee hit him. 

this was more than worth being late for, he decided. he'd pick up a few extra coffees, as an apology, a courtesy of some kind. who could be mad with a cup of coffee in their hand? though logan figured he was allowed to be a little lax in his timings anyways, since he was no longer in his rookie year at williams. the team would forgive him quick enough.

trainer-clad feet led him towards the back of the fairly short queue leading up to the counter, and logan took the opportunity to slip his phone out from his coat pocket and shoot a quick text to alex. he hoped his teammate wouldn’t mind bearing the responsibility of updating the rest of the team on his whereabouts. 

‘sorry, overslept. omw now though, bringing coffee as an apology and effort to keep my head’.

three laughing emojis quickly flared up onto logan’s lockscreen, and he took that as a positive sign. 

it was only when logan placed his phone back into his pocket that he realised just how close he was to the front of the line, and immediately began rehearsing his order. sure, he ordered the same thing practically every single time he got coffee, but with the day he was having, he’d probably find a way to absolutely butcher the simple order.

all he needed was his oat milk latte, a black coffee for james, and some sort of sugary, overly sweet concoction for alex. he doubted this place sold the pumpkin spiced lattes that he loved to tease alex about ordering, so he’d just have to find the next best thing.

only, when he finally stepped up to the counter and opened his mouth to order, his mind went blank.

standing only a few feet in front of him was the most gorgeous person logan had ever seen, and considering he’d travelled the world and met countless different women and men over the years, that was an impressive achievement. 

you, luckily, hadn’t noticed the internal reboot logan was experiencing, and focused instead on offering him a warm smile and greeting.

“morning! what can i get for you today?” you asked, finger poised and ready to input his order into the till in front of you.

logan barely managed to stop himself from physically shaking his head in an attempt to clear it, before pasting a crooked grin of his own onto his lips.

“good morning,” he returned, voice a little quiet before he cleared his throat and spoke up again. “can i just get a large black americano, large oat milk latte, and uh,” logan paused, eyes quickly scanning the board in front of him as he weighed up all of the different syrups available. 

vanilla, caramel, hazelnut, and oh, thank god, cinnamon. that was close enough to pumpkin spice, right?

“and a large cinnamon latte, please. oh, to take out.” he finished, finally returning his eyes to you as you skillfully rang through his order.

“ah, great choice,” you commented, your smile still never having left your lips. 

from the moment he’d opened his mouth, you’d quickly registered the accent, though opted not to comment on it despite how pleasing it was to your ears. of course there were no shortage of americans stepping into the cafe everyday, but there was something about his in particular that caused your ears to perk up a little more. maybe it was down to the person it was attached to, instead. 

“and is that everything for you today?” you continued, snapping back into following what you’d aptly dubbed your ‘service speech’, a routine that ensured you didn't stumble over your words to every customer you served.

“that’s all, yeah.” logan responded with another small smile. 

“perfect. that’ll be nine eighty there.”

"great, thank you."

logan quickly pulled out his phone to pay, though as his eyes caught the small jar sat on the counter, ‘tips’ scrawled onto a label in nice handwriting, he wished he was paying by cash. a flash of hope ran through him as he dug his hand into his jean pocket, and he had never been more relieved to feel some spare change brush against his fingertips. 

barely even bothering to count how much was there – it looked to be about three pounds, but he could have been wrong - logan dropped it into the jar, offering you a sheepish smile. he felt a little foolish, paying by card and fumbling around for some cash, but the look on your face was more than worth it. 

“thank you,” you repeated with a soft laugh. “should be ready for you in two minutes.”

logan couldn’t bring himself to speak again, so simply nodded and moved to walk to the point he would collect his drinks from. before that, though, he would grant himself one, small privilege. 

his eyes quickly found your name badge, and he scanned it as subtly as he could before he walked away, the name replaying over and over in his mind like a broken record. but, no. broken records were annoying, an inconvenience, something to fix or throw out. your name was anything but. 

not even five minutes after he’d placed his order were his drinks placed onto the counter, each labelled appropriately to save for any confusion. a cupholder had also been provided, which logan was eternally grateful for. he didn’t think the three drinks would survive the short journey otherwise. as a treat to himself, he took a small sip from his latte and almost swore. logan didn’t believe in magic, but he was sure that this coffee was somehow laced with it. never had a simple oat latte tasted so good to him.

and, he thought, a little embarrassingly, never had someone looked so good making one, either. 

“see you later!” you called from behind the till, lifting your hand in a gesture that could be perceived as a wave, but also an attempt to smooth your hair a little. 

logan nodded and gave you a smile. you would definitely see him later. he had just found his new favourite coffee shop, and he wasn’t going to give it up any time soon.

☕️ . . . there it is , the first instalment !! i loved writing this so much - and actually did so with a cinnamon iced latte of my own , as alex and i are actually one and the same ! hope you all enjoyed , and thank you for reading <3

[newtabfics]

Sidon x reader, please? Size kink, because his little hylian is so much tinier than him.

FDJS LISTEN--I AM WEAK FOR THIS HNNNNN Okie

Also sorry for this being late today. My queue ran out yesterday as I'm getting through the main story for the game. Literally currently losing my mind over the plot and seeing the scene of Rauru's sacrifice just hit so much harder after what all happened with his wife and just added to his character depth for me.

Warning for the spicy below the cut!

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

He smirked at the animalistic grunt she let out as he began to pump up into her more aggressively.

"Such a tiny Hylian," He groaned, palms pressed against the back of her neck.

"Si-id-don," She grunted out in a moan. Her legs were hooked over his crooked elbows, knees against her chest. She thinks she vaguely remembers Link saying it was a move called a Full Nelson, though this was more lewd than the version he taught her.

She was practically bent in half as she was at the prince's mercy.

"My tiny little Pearl deserves nothing but this. This body belongs to me," He snarled into her ear, pushing up again and smirking when her body caved and jerked in pleasure as her climax rolled through her.

"Fu--" She choked, eyes rolling back.

"Mine."

[incorrectelswordquotes]

DEAR ELRIA-

Apparently at some point, we managed to hit over 2k followers since I last checked this blog! That's crazy to me???

Thank you all for sticking with us through bouts of inactivity, unfunny posts, and all those Elsword updates (the good and the bad!) Here's some fun stats about the blog:

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The first post was made on April 18, 2015! This blog is the age of a 9 year old child.

In 2020 and 2021, we made 0 posts. Self explanatory. We've posted every year otherwise though!

Since this blog started Tumblr both got rid of the iconic blue, got rid of porn, and also updated us with a dogshit UI, but we all make mistakes. <3

The only mods really left are Mod WT and Mod RF. Round of applause for the mods who have moved onto bigger and better things, for all the funny posts they've made throughout the years, we salute them! We wouldn't be where we are today without them.

And here's some Elsword updates that have happened to the game since the blog was created, in no particular order!:

3rd jobs became a thing

We got an anime!

The item level system was replaced with the Combat Power system, and now character stat equipment is a lot more streamlined.

The magic wardrobe was released so you don't have to sacrifice stats for fashion anymore!

So many new characters and regions have been introduced!

The mystery of Solace and the El Lady has been solved, and the rest of the El Masters have been revealed too!

Multiple dungeon revamps that: gutted earning ED, removed old dungeons, changed dialogue/story as a result, and removing multiple fields and rest points between villages.

4th jobs!

Raids and raid weapons were introduced!

Theres a new blue and white UI!

Mount racing and Pet PvP???

The item mall had a bunch of items removed at some point.

Guilds were revamped!

You can both fish AND farm now!

The in-game economy is in shambles.

They also got rid of forums (but have a discord now?)

Some of these things are really cool! Others? Not so much, but oh well! It's crazy to see how much Elsword has changed over the years this blog has existed. If you still laugh at our funny posts but stopped playing years ago, thank you! And if you just found us the other week, thank you too! We hope to have put a smile on all your faces. :)

[tv-girllover07]

Something Metal🥁

Kevin Schlieb x fem!reader

Movie: Metal Lords

PART 1

A/n: This is my first story ever so I hope you like it please give me fed back and there will be smut soon

Blue italic= Thoughts

Green italic= Kevin narrating 

Kevin’s POV

Hunter and I are in his basement practicing when I’m waiting for my queue to play. Then Hunter stops pauses“Ugh! This pick sucks.”

But then he continues playing while I fix the crash cymbal on my drums but he stops playing again “My strap’s not right, that’s…Okay. Okay, there we go” after he’s fixed his strap he starts playing yet again and after a few short moments.

“Cocks. All right, hold on. Let’s scoop that midrange.” And the playing continues “Nice.” Hunter said happily as he fixed the problem.

“One, two, three, four!” Hunter yelled and that’s my queue and I start playing but it sounds sloppily.

“Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop” Hunter stops me so I look up at him “What was that?” He said sounding disappointed

“I was just-- You said play something fast” I stated and Hunter tuts

“Did you read the music that I wrote for you?” He questioned. “Yeah” I said and pointed to the sheet music “Do you know what polyrhythms are?” He questioned me again and I paused before speaking

“Yeah” I said quickly “I don’t. These aren’t my drums. They belong to Hunter. And he came up with the band name. I don’t play the drums i play the drum. This drum, in marching band for two years. I do it to get out of PE, but Hunter’s says that doesn’t matter. All it takes to be great is commitment and sacrifice, which is what metal’s all about. Or maybe it’s about power, or sticking it to the man, or denim, or motorcycles, or speed, or devil. I don’t totally understand it, but Hunter’s says I don’t have to. All I have to do is--" I'm pulled out of my thoughts.

"Play something heavy, man" Hunter said "Okay. Like, uh…'Rock of Ages'?" i asked and Hunter looked at my like I was insane “Heavy” he said and I nodded my head then he starts playing a riff.

“Play… something heavy, Play…something heavy.” So I started to play the drums a little bit louder and I started to sound good but I will sound by hitting the crash cymbal too loud, so Hunter stop playing so then I stop playing and Hunter sighs and blows a raspberry and thinks for a second.

“We need a bass player” Hunter said and I hum in agreement so Hunter continues on talking “A bass player will be huge for us” so I continue on with his thought “Yeah, no doubt” and Hunter agrees “No, doubt.” “No, doubt”

(Scene skip ⏭️)

I’m at school on the football field during marching band practice and you can hear the whistle blow from far away even over the music.

And all 30 of us are walking in a straight line along the field while I have my little drum hanging from around my neck. Then i can hear the sound of a clarinet being played out of tune at the back row and the band teacher looks at the student unimpressed “Stop. Stop” so we all stop playing the music and listen to the teacher.

“That’s enough for today. Y/n, can I talk to you for a second?” That’s Y/n L/n the girl with a slight anger issue and my crush since ninth grade. So she nods and the teacher walks over to her while the rest of us walk away but you can still hear bits of there conversation “The song you’re playing is not the song they are playing. I’m not sure you’re even playing a march, we’ve talked about this. You have to listen and play” the teacher continues to speak but you could clearly see the girl getting mad and about to break the clarinet.

“It’s an orchestra, right? I know we’re in a marching band, but--“ but he pauses “I see you’re, upset.” First rule never say that too a person with anger issues “Fuck you! Fuck you!” We heard the girl scream so we all turn around “Fuck! I don’t give a fuck about what I’m playing! I don’t give a fuck about what they’re playing!”

And I put my glasses on to see what’s really happening, then you see her throw the clarinet across the field and it lands straight in the grass“Fuck you! Fuck your shitty band! Fucking bullshit!” I hear the guy next to me say “Too bad she can’t play like she throws.” But you can still hear Y/n still yelling “I don’t give a fuck, so fuck you! Fuck you. Cunt!” And the band teacher yells at her as she walks off the field “You can’t say that in America” but she doesn’t give a fuck and the bell rings and I walk into the school and start heading toward Hunter’s locker after changing when I start thinking.

That seemed pretty metal to me, but I’m not sure. I’ll ask Hunter about it. I don’t really know Y/n that well I have her number but only because we were partner in science and had to do a project together. Hunter he’s been into many things since I met him, but he stuck with metal longer than any of them. When his mom left in seventh grade, he decided it was the key to everything. If we devote ourselves to metal, we’ll own this school. Everybody will see what we really are and worship us like gods. I’m willing to give it a try. Hunter’s been my best friend ever since he stopped Molly Levine from pulling out my hair in the third grade. He always looks out for me.

I stop thinking as I reach Hunter’s locker and see him pointing at me with wide eyes and telling me to move out of he way but I don’t understand what he’s saying and I’m pushed into a locker by some stupid asshole jock and Y/n walks by getting to her locker that was close by Hunter’s “Asshole” she said to that douch bag but he just keeps walking and so does she, then Hunter walks up to me.

“Skip Hoffman sucks pig dicks.” but I think other wise “I don’t think he was trying to hit me. I was just in the way” when I say that I hear a scoff from behind me “If you think that then you’re fucking stupid” Y/n said and walked away to her next class, when I hear Clay and Skip talking “--What I’m ready for is your homecoming after-party, man.”

“Yep. My parents are in Geneva. So bring the whole school if you want, man, seriously. Tell whoever. Everyone’s invited.” Clay said to Skip like it’s the most normal thing ever.

(Scene skip ⏭️)

The cafeteria is always a busy place but not many people really wanted to sit with Hunter and I so we really got a table all by ourselves.

While I’m at the lunch table eating my sandwich I see Y/n sitting at the table across from me and pick at her food when two girls walk up to her table and she looks up and gives them a small smile and then they’re about to sit down but one of the girls says something to the other then look at Y/n then walk away and laugh then Y/n goes back to playing with her food, I feel bad for her.

“Hey man, what’s up?” Hunter walk up to the table and sits down and puts his tray of food on the table “Did you ask your mom about the double bass kit?” He ask and I nodded my head while drinking my water “What’d she say?” So I put down my water “She said she doesn’t have a thousand dollars.” I said and looked down at my food

“Okay, well, what about a double bass pedal? Won’t get the resonance, but we’ll have that attack.” And I cut him off “Yeah, she said she doesn’t have $150 either” and Hunter looks like he’s in thought and I look back behind him so then he does the same and sees me looking at Y/n and turns back to me “She’s in my speech class, I think she’s English. Scottish. I don’t know, I heard she went apeshit on the band teacher.” I continue looking at her playing with with her food with a disgusted look on her food and sighs to herself then goes on her phone

“Yeah I saw it” I said “That’s one messed up chick.” Hunter then takes his jacket off and I start thinking about the party and I’m thinking of asking Y/n to go to the party with Hunter and I. So I get up from my chair and walk over to her table “Hey” I said to her and see looks up at me with wide eyes and puts her phone down “Umm Hi, what’s up?” She asked confused “So I was wondering if you want to go to a party with Hunter and I” I stated

Part 2 🥁

[camelliagwerm]

🍓🍓for magni and 🍓🍓 for valerius

thank you Jess!

🍓- Magni has the most piercings and tattoos out of any of my ocs: both lobes, left upper lobe, septum and both nipples. Tattoo wise it's essentially the same pattern as he has on his face (see here) that pretty much covers the length of their body, curving around into cuffs at the wrists and ankles.

🍓 - In that same gifset, the fur around the armour is from a black bear that they killed while on the hunt for Witherfang; I toyed with the idea of it being werewolf fur, but I decided against it because Magni chose to side with the werewolves over the Dalish in the end.

🍓- Valerius starts to lose his abs a bit after the end of the crusade and he becomes more sedantary and more indulgent as a result of no longer being as much of a military leader on the frontline and more of a ruler. He is still quite fit, but he does end up with a softer stomach compared to before.

🍓- Valerius is fluent in Varisian (native language) and Taldane; I'd also hazard a guess that he is also at least proficient in Necril, which is used by intelligent undead - either from his education set out by his father or as a servant of Urgathoa - and can read Skald, primarily learned from poetry.

[bethanyactually]

Nancy Drew + text posts (61/?)

4.11 || The Sinner's Sacrifice (1/3)

feat. @pressdbtwnpages, @catty-words, @ace-hardy @horseshoe-bay-ledger, @theajaheira ♥︎

[daddysfangirls-dc]

The Arrangement

Ch 13 - Signal

Damian wayne x oc! female

Prev | Next

Signal took a deep breath, closing his eyes with his arms spread out. He basked in the morning light, the breeze, the warmth. Simply feeling the morning listening to the people. 

"Good Morning," He did not scream. No, he didn't, and he'll deny it if anyone asks. Slightly startled-slightly, Signal turned around to see a woman in a full white suit with a hood, mask, and sword strapped to her back. The confusion must have been evident on his face.

"It is me, Syn. I thought you could use some company this morning."

"Oh, guess it's my turn for a date?"

So word has gotten around about her little individual family dates." Yes," Signal could hear the amusement in her voice. " Today is your day. I know you have school during the day, and I didn't want to interrupt, so I figured I'd join you on patrol. I know you're usually alone."

Signal was indeed alone in his patrol, besides Oracle. It was rare for the others to join him in the light. While the silence was sometimes nice, he also longed for the friendly sibling banter that his siblings had every night. Sacrifices needed to be made for the greater good.

"What's your name?" she tilts her head in confusion. " Your code name? Can't walk around calling you by your name?" She looks down at herself.

"White?"

He thought for a moment " I guess for the moment. We'll work on it."

An echo of police sirens filled the air. " That's our queue. Keep up." Jumping off the roof he grapled following the police sirens.

-

A bank robbery. Criminals were often braver in the light, with no fear of Batman and Co. hiding in the shadows, And with Singal being the only daytime vigilantly. But they forgot just because Signal was alone doesn't make him weak. And be proved by a simple robbery.

Four robbers, one as a lookout, one for the money, two for the hostages. Signal, being the public figure, went to save the hostage while White got lookout and money man. The lookout was relatively easy a quick punch to the face and they were out. She moved them out of view. She makes her way to the back unseen.

In the vault, one person was running around trying to stuff valuables into duffle bags. This person wasn't a pro, obviously, with the way they struggled to pry open the lock boxes. She could hear the clear panic as they stumbled and dropped things. White just sat for a moment, watching them run around in panic. The sounds they made led White to believe they were females or pubescent. 

"You dropped a diamond."

"Thank you." A female. She freezes the woman? Girl? The female stops and slowly looks over to white, who is standing by the duffle bags.

"Hello," she waves. " Are you trying to rob the bank?"

"I-I wasn't-"

"You were, you are." But you can stop now." she cries out, falling and crawling back as White approaches her. " Oh, relax. I'm just pinching." White said. Finally reaching the female, she pinches between her neck and shoulder, and she is out like a light. White dragged her body to the duffle bags, Ziptying and leaving her with the bags.

-

"Good work," White said as Signal landed next to her on the roof. " Everyone was saved, and no blood was spilled."

"Yeah, feel bad for the old guy, though." While no one was shot, an older gentleman was pushed down and messed up his hip. The EMTs said it was just a bruise but would take him in for care just in case. That's what they were watching now, them loading him up as his grandson fussed over him. 

"Still, this was a good save. Well done."

"Thanks, you did good as well." she waved him off. Signal started walking backwards." Listen, I've got to start heading out. I've got class."

"Oh, I didn't realize how much time had passed." White was disappointed they barely spent any time together. She didn't get to know him at all. All their time was spent on the pesky robbery. The whole thing was a bust. Even with a mask, Signal could clearly see how frustrated and upset she was. He doesn't want that.

"I enjoyed this. I like having company. Maybe we can do this again."

"Yes, I'd like that as well." He gives her his number and promises to patrol with each other again. 

-

Syn removes her mask as she sits on a secluded rood. She pulls out her flip phone and dials Damian's numbers. " How did it go?"

"Shouldn't you be in school?"

"Why are you calling them?"

"Touche," she sighed. " It didn't last long. We stopped a bank robbery, and then he had to go to class. We didn't talk much."

"Oh, surely you got something out of today." Damian leaned against the sink.

"His number and a promise to patrol together again."

"That's good, no?"

"I suppose"

"You'll have more time with him, I promise. It'll happen. I'll make it happen."

Syn chuckled." No, no, I'm just being silly. After Tim, I guess I'm desperate for more. I really thought I'd learn more about him today. The league has very little on file about him. All I know is what you've told me."

"You're pouting because you don't know Duke."

"I've been given a deadline."

And just like that, all amusement for the situation was gone. Damian didn't understand what she meant by a deadline, but the change in her tone made him realize it was serious. The school bell rang, but Damian didn't move. " Deadline? Elaborate."

"My father is not happy and believes our relationship isn't progressing as fast as he wants," Syn said as she picked at her shoelaces, nervously waiting for his response. This was the first time Syn had ever spoken of her father's displeasures about their relationship.

The bell rang again. " I have to go," he said, moving to hang up but stopping. Communication. "We'll talk later. Be safe."

"Okay"

[shivvroys]

a long-winded ramble no one asked for on karolina/shiv and motherhood

Okay, so I got a comment on the last chapter of this fic that included the question of whether Karolina would have kids in my version of their world, and I wanted to dig a little bit into it.

This is essentially a lot of psychoanalytical rambling about Karolina and Shiv and their relationship to motherhood/raising children.

In my view, both Karolina and Shiv grew up in a house with an angry man (“there will always be an angry man in your house”). We know what Logan was like and what Shiv’s childhood essentially looked like, we’ve seen it written all over the siblings’ faces throughout the show, and I think Karolina’s background was not that dissimilar.

Being a child of immigrants, I think Karolina was always reminded that her parents had given up everything, had fought to give their children a “better life”, and that she had a sort of sacred duty to uphold that sacrifice and ensure she “made something of herself”. Queue the repression, and later on the resentment once the successful life she’s built for herself still isn’t enough because now she’s compromised her values, and she’s failed to build a family of her own because of her dedication to her work.

Working for a company like Waystar, and spending her time protecting corrupt men and the systems they uphold, I’d imagine has also been a constant point of contention in her household, and the inevitable catalyst for every fight during holidays and family get-togethers.

Then, later on, came the fact that she’s prioritised that work over starting her own family.

Now, and this is mostly coming from personal experience so don’t take my word as gospel, in the minds of someone who grew up in a country under communist rule, family was holy. If you were over a certain age, and you didn’t have a family, a child, you were seen as a failure to your country. In fact (again, not sure this applied to every country under the iron curtain), childless women over the age of 20 (and men over 25) had to pay a “bachelor tax”. The government needed workers, and if you failed to provide them, you’d failed your country. Women who’d birthed over ten children were given medals and called Mother Heroines (btw that term is still used today, albeit it is no longer a formal honorary title).

Combine that deeply ingrained sense of duty, with the added pride of having fought for their children, I’d say there has to be a lot of pressure there for Karolina to have something to fight for, to have a family that she could dedicate all that work to. For a parent who’s lived under communism, wealth for wealth’s sake doesn’t mean all that much. People who grew up in that environment wouldn’t even know what to do if they had that sort of luxury (a sentence that gets repeated by a lot of people who grew up during those times is “Even if you had money, there was nothing to buy with it!”).

For Shiv, I think the same principle applies, although her cross to bear is the fact that Logan uses his children as an excuse. He tells them that everything he’s built has been for their sake, when really he just loves the fight. And Shiv’s smart, she sees through it, but she’s also a woman, and she knows the same rules could never apply to her. Not in Logan’s world, anyway.

He couldn’t fit a whole woman in his head.

In Logan’s world, and the world both Shiv and Karolina have moulded themselves to fit into, a woman is never allowed to be more than one thing at a time. They can be valuable assets to the firm, or daughters, or wives, but never all of those things at once. And motherhood is the last stop. It’s a canyon drop that takes a lot of fucking work to climb out of.

Now, I also think it’s important to take into consideration Shiv and Karolina’s respective career points.

Shiv’s is…a whole mess. She’s nowhere near where she thought she’d be, and she has a lot of figuring out to do in the wake of everything that’s happened. Essentially, she’s got a knife ready in her hand but can’t find a worthwhile fight to throw herself in. She’s basically just flinging the knife around, hoping it stabs something. She’s still trying to find a canyon to climb.

Karolina, on the other hand, has found her fight. I think Dag shared her view in an interview that, as of the pilot, Karolina’s position as head of PR had been pretty newly minted. The amount of time that’s passed from the pilot until the finale is pretty short. She’s just managed to crawl on top of that canyon, so I imagine she’d want to enjoy the view for a bit, before taking that nosedive. In my world, that’s also where her hesitation to be in a public relationship (especially with another woman!!) comes from.

The emotional front is another beast altogether. I think they’re both afraid of passing that anger and that resentment down (letting the poison drip through).

Despite the breadth of privilege they both have, they still have had to learn to more or less survive in these structures, so I think they’d be terrified of not being able to protect their child from having to do the same.

I also see Karolina as someone who needs to feel in control, and who has a very strict order to her life that a child would be very hard to fit into.

And personally, I’m not fond of narratives that use children as catalysts for change. And I don’t see that as a value that either of these women would feel very connected to, either. The “think of the baby” of it all. At the end of the day, they’re both very selfish women. You kind of have to be when you’ve chosen to work in the belly of the beast of corporate America.

Thus, and coming to end of this giant fucking ramble (i am so sorry the world wide web has to house all that), do I think Shiv and/or Karolina would absolutely never want children? No. I just think there needs to be a lot of self-work on both parts before that choice can be made consciously.

Do I think they would find a way to raise an emotionally healthy child? Yes, actually!

But I prefer to imagine a world for them in which that is a choice they make, and not a consequence they deal with.

[theemperorsfeather]

re: your comments on the seat of sacrifice post. hahaha same. every time one of us in my friend group levels something to 80 and we do roulettes together, we warn each other before trials that "b's boyfriend is a possibility today."

i tanked it in msq and tanked it one time since. yet i keep tanking and healing trials in roulettes. one of these days it's gonna pop and my hubris will deliver unto me a fitting fate lmao.

LOL. If I weren't a coward I'd just queue up for it on DRK, because it would feel most fitting. Especially with the DRK LB3.

[bohemianblasphemy]

Hey, it’s me again, sorry for bothering you so much, this is going to a long one, and I don’t know if this is gonna make any sense but I hope it does. I was wondering, could I request a Billy Butcher x reader, where the reader is with the boys and is sort of in a relationship with Billy, but she was best friends with Homelander, (almost like brother and sister) before all Compound V and Vought, but when Vought came in, they tore the reader and Homelander apart, and made sure they were kept apart. But many years later when they are all grown up, and Homelander is the man he is today because of Vought and being away from the reader. One day, The Boys and reader meet up with Homelander to stop him, but the reader sacrifices herself to stop Homelander, and the realisation sets in for Homelander, that he lost his best friend come sister, and also for Billy, that he has lost the woman he loves, and they finally come to an agreement, and stop Vought together. Plot twist, she is somehow alive, and is also happy that Billy and Homelander aren’t fighting each other anymore, and it is like one big happily ever after.

PS, Again I am sorry for how long this is and I hope it does makes sense, but if you have any questions about it DM me, I might not answer straight away as I will be in work!

hey lovely!!!

don’t apologise for your submissions, i appreciate them very much.

i really like this prompt, it may take me a couple of days to write it but it’s in the queue xxx