#spread it out agian

[fluffy-pawninja]

a- i accidentally refreshed my tumblr tab and now i see the new dash if you havn't refreshed your tabs yet, don't.

[damnidunno]

Loving you pt1 (Acexfm!reader)

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🎂 ꒱ ˎˊ˗

You didn’t expect to see your boyfriend Ace, who was covered in flour with confetti in his hair, in front of you on your birthday, that is. “S-Suprise?…” He said, holding out flowers to you. 

*Earlier that day*

After he woke up (it was already afternoon), on his way to the bathroom to freshen up, Ace felt like today was important. Yes, something was planned today… Well, since he forgot, it couldn’t be that important, right? (How wrong he was…) Not giving it much thought, he went to the kitchen, wanted to open the fridge, and then he saw it—the calendar—the calendar you kept on the fridge because you knew how forgetful he is. Since you aren’t really used to celebrating your birthday, you didn’t deem it necessary to write it down, but what you didn’t know is that the day you started to write everything on it, Ace noticed that you had skipped the month of your birthday. That can’t be right! How could the person he adores, worships, and loves not be celebrated for existing, he knows he doesn’t deserve the love and attention you give him on his day of birth. To him yours is the most important, because without you where would he be?

So he wrote it down secretly—not like you could read his writing anyway. That day was today, the birthday of his lover. “Oh no...” was all he could mumble while looking at the clock, 4 hours till you come back home... "Come on, think! Something romantic!“ Thinking about a spontaneous surprise, Ace noticed how he wasn’t really the romantic type; all he could come up with was a bouquet. Luckily, he knew which flowers you liked, so he went and bought them with some birthday decorations because it was supposed to be a surprise party, right? Ahem… Back at home, he frantically tried to think of something he could do by himself, because you were a sucker for handmade surprises.So he thought of baking! It is a sweet gesture, yes… If you forget, that we are talking about Ace, for a second—that man isn´t realy keen on baking. So, of course, it turned into a mess, but somehow, looked like a cake? On top of the cake, he tried his best to write “Happy birthday, babe!” Well, he tried to make it readable.

He felt confident in what he had achieved in this short period of time (ignoring the mess left behind in the kitchen). He passed the mirror with a quick glance and him looking a bit messy was an understatement. He was covered with flour, head to toe. He took a quick glance at the clock 1 hour left. “I STILL HAVEN’T USED THE CONFETTI” so he quickly and messily spread the confetti, by ripping the bag in two above his head...10 seconds left. He frantically went from one room to another setting the table and seeing if he could add anything else-till he heard the keys to the front door. So with a sigh, Ace quickly scrambled to get the bouquet he was now standing in the hallway waiting for you to come inside and praying he didn’t do too badly. 

*End of flashback*

You were shocked, you surely didn’t expect this at all. First, a surprise. Second, your boyfriend looking like an absolute mess, your mess if you will. You were touched honestly, you gave him a soft smile, took the bouquet out of his hand gave him a peck on the lips and said “thank you for doing this love, you really didn't need to.” He smiled at you and looked at you with so much tenderness that he only took your hand and led you to the table where you saw the cake. "I know I'm not the best in all of this, and I'm certainly not used to this—" He took both your hands, looked you in the eyes and gave you a bright smile— him smiling was so radiant, his hands were so warm and his eyes bruned with so much love, he was like the sun to you, he just surrounds you with warmth even if he dosen´t takes notice of it. You fell in love with this goofball all over agian. oh ace... you thought, he spoke so softly you almost didn´t hear him “You are everything to me, I didn’t know someone like me could be loved like this or even deserves to be. Because of you I feel like maybe I do have a right to live with an angle by my side and I’m honored to be able to call you my girl. Happy Birthday Sweetheart” 

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🎂 ꒱ ˎˊ˗

A: ♡( ◡‿◡ )

[beepbooopbooop]

Btas Jonathan crane/G N! Reader

(TW MENTIONS OF ABUSE)♡ “do that again.”

fluffy flustered johnthan hours , it does fade into smut kinda?? So warning for that but nothing too explicit, the most explicit thing is heavy making out and light touching, he's my beau guys,probably ooc? He's not used to touching but is touch starved, he's timid about it a little established relationship ig? I wrote this after a closing shift 😭

It's cold and dark outside just like any other day in Gotham, but you are up late snuggled up in a blanket reading a magazine. You jump a little at the sound of a hollow knock. Given your shitty little apartment, and its creaky floorboards with hollow walls. "Pumkin?" A voice calls out behind the door hoarsely and ragged before your palm meets the cold silver knob. He used pet names sparingly, not out of cruelty or neglect, rather just out of habit. He wasn't accustomed to soft affections, even verbally. God, but if only you'd known the full extent of his admiration, how much he cared for you...for someone who was a psychiatrist, he struggled with expressing affection. It hadn't really been an issue with you honestly because you'd done exactly what he'd endured. ***creakkkk*** the door is opened, meeting the drastically taller man in his mask and suit as he gently pushes you aside and comes in. He slumps over on the small couch and takes off his mask, fingers tensing as he does so. His chest rises and falls, a heavy sigh coming out as he mumbles something incoherent and rubs his temples.

The door swished close as I let it go. My brows furrowed at the sight of him. It must've been a hard night. A hand meets his back as he tenses a little, looking up eyes a little glossy, and you rub it in circles before parting your lips "Jon..just.." there's a momentary pause, and you contemplate what to do before enveloping him in a hug. He gasps a little in surprise before promptly melting into your tender touch. You slip into his lap and he burries his face into the fabric on your shoulder before muttering "I'm not here for you as much as I should be pumpkin", that statement wasn't entirely false, but you were extremely concerned with him getting burnout more than anything at this moment. You pull back, looking him in the eyes. His pale skin flushes "take some time every once and a while, not just for me, but for you" laced with care as it escapes your lips. The tip of his nose rubs against yours ever so slightly. He doesn't know what to say but wants you to know he is listening.

You try and match the fall and rise of his chest. This was one of those close intimate moments rarely seen as you would often express care by lightly bantering with each other. He was afraid, afraid of affection and love. To an extent, he loathed this feeling. Jon hated the feeling of being afraid because of past abuse. It made his blood boil. It was, as he would call it, a moment of weakness letting it control him like that, but that wasn't true at all. He was just adjusting to a healthy, loving relationship. On a whim you decide to gently press your lips on his as an expression of your love. You pull back looking him straight in the face as his gaze falters to the carpet. "Do that agian.." he mutters as a blush spreads among his pale face and ears almost looking like a rash. His long arms snaked around you as he slipped on his back getting your lips in a soft frenzy. You can feel eachothers faces heating up as you continue to kiss, everything else doesn't matter and it seems it all fades to black as a loving night ensues.

[bakiuwu]

Imagine saying someone posting screenshots to prove themselves innocent cause someone made a fucking alt to spread a fucjing child grooming rumor stupid ass internet beef, are yall slow do yall know how serious that shit, do you know how fucked up it is to be minding your business and for someone to hate you to make up a fucked rumor??? This literally fucking harassment I'm defending myself and showing how actually fucked people in this fuckinf fandom is, also to make a post about something then to throw fucking shade are fucking unserious

Then, on top of all this bullshit to have someone admit that they did it...and a person who I haven't a gave a fuck and even forgot abiut FUCKING YANDERE MOMO ARE YOU SHITING ME, YOU LITERALLY HAVE ME BLOCKED AND YOUR STARTIGN SHIT??? being on apart of this stupid ass scheme l.....WHY cause you don't like me over some baki shit??? YOUR 23 HAVING A DAMN 15 YEAR OLD DOING YOUR SHIT, ARE YOU SURE YOUR NOT THE DAMN GROOMER WERID PICE OF SHIT Why are you close with a damn 15 year older who happens to be a fucking proshipper who has drawn cp before you fucking bitch, it's already bad you write rape fanfics BUT THIS no wonder you were able to make uo such a rumor, you self-progecting cunt

ALSO FOR YOU SAINT FUCK ASS PUPPY TO PLAY THIS OFF LIKE ITS A JOKE??? HATE YOU??? I DONT EVEN KNOW YOU I AXTUALLY FEEL SORRY FOR YOU, YOUR A KID CLEARY SURROUND BY WERID ASS ADULTS, I DONT KNOW ANY OF YOU PEOPLE??? AND YOUR DAMN LIE YOU HAVE HARRSED ME AND MY FRIEND BEFORE YALL CAN NOT BE SERIOUS

Then too pussy to even say anything to me cause WHAT YOUR SCARED OF ME OR SOMETHING??? WTF YOUR A SPINELESS PIECE OF ACTUALLY SHIT, then to act like your changing a new leaf cause you decide to tell WHEN YOU BEEN DOING THIS FOR SOME TIME APPARENTLY, ARE YOU THAT BOTHER BY ME.....what happen to people having a fucking life, your so mad at someone that get a proshipper 15 year old to help your GROWN ASS to make up a fucking child grooming rumor.....that is the most Pathetic loser shit I have ever witnessed, then for this to be played off like this not serious......this fandom is really fucked up,

I don't even do anything all I do is post dumbass shit.....this actually funny....I have no words....so agian if you actually think any of this is silly internet beef.....there's something wrong with you, I feel like people think shit on the internet isn't serious like you can say and do whatever they pls and think nobody should call them out for theyre dangerous behavior this is very serious shit like this can ruin someone's fucking life....this is the last thing I have to say....this so disgusting

[cherry1sblog]

My collage roommate (part 2)

!!YJW!!

Summary:u entered collage everything was going amazing u had your bsf with u but there was one problem ur collage roommate… (also there is a plot twist about heeseung and jungwon there not as close as u think)

Warnings:cursing kissing (WILL EVENTUALLY BE A SMUT IN THE NEXT CHAPTER JUST GIVE ME SOME TIME -also tell me if I missed any this

RECAP:

“Yeah that’s right just walk away that’s why yuji never wanted to be with just walk away from all your problems that’s probly why she wouldn’t even have sex with u!”

He stoped and let go of your hand and the next thing u know he’s punching heeseung

OMG JUNGWON

//BACK TO SCENE \\

“OMG JUNGWON!!”

You were completely shocked not knowing what to do but people obviously heard you screaming so people started to gather around but Jake and sunoo pushed thrue the crowd to see

“YO wtf are you guys doing “

Jake tried to pull jungwon off of heeseung after they both got each others punched jungwon wouldn’t stop pushing jake to the ground and leaving everyone shocked screaming yelling recording egging it on

“STOP SUNOO SUNGHOON DO DOMETHING”

At this point sunoo had gotten upset cause it was his party they decided to fight at jake was pissed everything was going wrong here sunoo grabbed jungwon and pushed him off sunghoon and Jake grabbing heeseung

“WTH DO YOU GUYS THINK YOUR DOOING “

“Maybe ask jungwon hes being a little bitch”

“Call me a bitch agian I just kicked your ass!!”

“Oh y-

“STOP IT I don’t know why tf you guys are fighting but I wanna go home you guys can be pricks later “

“Jake can you please take me home “

“Uh Sure”

“Wait y/n I was gonna take u-

“You’ve done enough for tonight you two should stay and help sunoo clean up you guys fucked up his party “

Jake took you to his car everyone eles left the comotion im almost positive heeseung went home pissed off sunoo obviously upset at the boys but wasn’t to upset cause the night still continued after you were in jakes car silent until he spoke to you

“Y/n”

You turned your head to face him

“You know whatever they said back there don’t pay attention to it”

“Yk I was trying to but everything was so outta pocket it’s messing with me “

“Ik you and jungwon just barley are getting to know eachother but he really dose like you “

“Can I ask you somthing “

Jake nodded as a response

“Who’s yuji and why did she break up with jungwon”

“Ah I really shouldn’t be the one to tell you this “

“Please jake”

“Ugh Fine Yuji we’ll she was um something she cheated on jungwon a lot and jungwon was done with it after he found out heeseung and her got drunk and accidentally slept Together “

“What that’s crazy heeseung dosent seem like that type of guy”

“Weel he was drunk but that’s what happened and after they broke up she spread lies cause she didn’t want people to know she was a cheater so she said things like Jungwons bad in bed he’s a virgin things like that”

“Damn I thought you guys were all best freinds he even said so himself “

“Well he’s not the type of person to hold a grudge so he forgave him but heeseung can be an ass about it sometimes “

“Ah I see “

The whole car ride to your dorm was more quiet after that convo you guys had you had no idea that happened to jungwon and well that girl you saw I Gusse he really did have a reason to be angry at her you were more confused as to why heeseung felt the need to be an ass still if jungwon had already forgave him maybe he was the one still caught up?

//when jungwon got home\\

You wanted to stay up and ask jungwon what happend so as soon as you heard him open the door to the dorm u marched to him just as he was walking thrue the hallway part to take his shoes off

“Wth was that yang”

“What’s it to you “

“Idk maybe the fact my name was brought up so many times”

“So many times are you talking about how heeseung said I wanted to fuck you “

“I-

“If that what you thought I’m sorry but I’m just tryna make sure your not a pon in his game “

“I can take care of myself if your so worried and what if I did huh What’s It To YOU”

“Yk what I couldn’t give a fuck less what you do”

You just nodded at him and picked at your lip and grabed you phone and wallet and a jacket and put on your shoes as fast as you could

“What are u Doing “

“Dw about it you couldn’t give a fuck less what I do right “

He grabbed your wrist getting you to stay you looked at him and threw your hand off of him

“Scince you couldn’t give a fuck less I’m going to heeseung s Place “

He pushed u back inside locked the door and pinned you to the wall

“What makes you think your going over there princess”

……….

[sorcerous-caress]

choose your own adventure interactive story bg3 | Part Ten - The End

So...funny thing the poll ended in a tie somehow and now you have two endings because of it!

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Ending A - The friendzone

> tell him he's welcome back here anytime.

He seems content with your reply, giving a grateful smile before stepping through the portal. It pulses and glows with lights as it swallows him whole, shrinking in size afterwards until the waves of colours snapped out of existence.

You're all alone again, in your living room. Not a trace of him left, almost as if he never came to begin with. You wonder if it was really just a dream, a hallucination maybe.

The loud meow of your cat snaps you back to reality, the little thing has been ignoring the whole impossible to exist magic portal and was focusing on their food instead.

You find out the ate through the whole middle sections and now the food is collecting around the edges of the plate, they stare at you expectingly. You walk over and shake the plate a bit, spreading the food out.

A happy purr greets you as they go back to annihilating their food.

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That was the last you saw of him for a while, Gale. Days become weeks and weeks become months. Until you eventually find an envelope under your doorstep when coming home one day.

It smells just like him, it's signed off with Prof.Dekarios.

You open the envelope and a comically long letter unfolds down, written in cursive on a lovely lavender parchment.

It's from Gale, he tells you how your talk with him encouraged him to face Mystra. How it probably saved him from the biggest mistake of his life, his ego had blinded him and led him down a dangerous path in magic.

Thankfully, his old mentor visited him and talked him out of it just in time. Apparently when he demanded a break from Mystra to her face, it caused quite a stirr in the magical society which is why his mentor must have sensed that something isn't right with him.

Still, he feels like he owes the thanks to you most of all. You truly made him see the whole picture, step back and put things into perspective. He is so much more than just Mystra's lover, he doesn't have to try hard to impress her. If she loses interest in him then so be it.

And just like he predicted, she eventually did end up moving into a shiny new wizard. Some idiot in a tower in Baldur's gate who claims he achieved immortality somehow? Gale never really bothered with the mages gossip anymore.

Especially not since he finally took the job offered to him and became a professor! At a wizarding school in waterdeep to boost! Both his mother and Tara look more proud of him than they have been in years.

At the end of the letter, he apologized for not writing sooner. He just wanted to get his life in order first, untangle himself from the mess he suddenly found himself in. A mess he would've dived deeper into, wasn't it for you waking him up.

The two of you end up writing letters back and forth. Maybe it was already a hobby of years, or maybe you pulled a quick tutorial on youtube each time.

He tells you about his life, you tell him about yours. One time you send a picture inside the envelope of your cat being adorable and he is so fascinated by this invention that he asks if he can come and visit you agian.

Growing closer, becoming friends and trusting each other more and more. He opens himself to you, tells you secrets that he hasn't told a soul before. Likewise he is there for you when life becomes too much, he is by your side when you can't bare the idea of being alone.

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Ending B - Wizard's apprentice

> ask if he can take you with him, and your cat.

He looks hesitant, unsure of how to respond. He wants to politely refuse, but it seems like such a rude thing to do, especially after all you did for him today.

And so he extends his hand to you, still holding the heavy grocery bags so please hurry up and take it. You don't have to be told twice as you pick up your cat who's midway through their dinner and step with Gale into the portal.

There's a whirl of stars and colours around you, forms of magic passing through you as waves after waves of purple and blue protect you and Gale from the outside. Inside this small pocket of safety amidst the galaxy of stars.

Light emerges at the end of the tunnel, bright, warm, and orange as it becones you closer. Your floating feet land on the lovely wooden floor of a balcony with the sun itself melting down into the ocean in front of you in the most mesmerising view.

You've seen this room before, you recognise the furniture from your playthroughs. This is Gale's house in waterdeep, but more detailed than mere pixles and blendered objects. It looks real, alive and lived in.

He's still holding your hand, looking at you with the excitement of someone showing another their favourite thing in the world. To impress you, earning for your approval.

Gale wonders if maybe you'd like to join him in preparing dinner. This beautiful view shouldn't be left unenjoyed, especially when having a company as lovely as yours.

The days slip by in an almost trance like dream, everything you see from the simplest potion bottles to a whole ritual room for Arch-mages to preform their ceremonies in is greater than what you've ever could've imagined.

And Gale happily indulges you with all your questions, all your thirst for knowledge and curiosities. As if he was rediscovering magic himself but through your own eyes this time, through holding your hands as he teaches you the correct gestures to cast a spell, reads you all the books in the languages you never thought actually existed.

The magical tome of Karsus stays collecting dust on his desk, nothing more than a paper weight. Mystra never came here herself either, you noticed that each time Gale had to go visit her on his own in a nearby temple of hers.

Even this his visits dwindled, he spoke less and less of her each day with a nonchalant attitude. It seems like she was the one failing to gain his interest rather than the other way around.

Because how could he find anything else more interesting than your current journey through the weave? He promises to give you everything he himself never had growing up as a wizard, teach you every trick in the book and personally guide you.

Let you experiment and makes sure to be there to keep you safe, he will protect you but never underestimate you much like his own teachers did to him.

And most of all, he will make sure to hide you from Mystra if you happened to become another prodigy. You deserve far more than ending up as a plaything for her, your passion is worth the weight of the whole world in gold.

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Also I lied, you have three endings and not two <3 the middle option is the one I would've voted for if I didn't refrain myself this time which would've resulted in a 3 way tie, it's so close too almost a shame.

So here is the bonus bonus third ending!

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Ending C - Pet pals...and maybe more?

> say you're still looking forward to seeing Tara one day.

With a smile he promises to bring Tara to meet you soon.

And true to his words, the next day you wake up to another cat cuddling your own on their cat bed, except that one had wings.

Gale is sitting in the living room reading a book, maybe it's one of your books that he saw laying around or maybe it's a one he brought back himself. Either way he beams to see you and tells you about how Tara was very...protectively curious when she heard about you and demanded to meet that human who finally spoke sense into his thick skull.

Although she seems to have forgotten her original purpose once she stepped through the portal and was greeted by the adorable sight of your own cat.

As Gale puts it, she become a completely new and nicer Tara that he never saw before. She even ignored him when he told her it's impolite to just cuddle your cat when this is fair first visit.

But she called him a simpleton of a human who may never the understand the rick complexity of cat culture and how this is the highest of honours and most appropriate of behaviours.

The two of you end up supervising this playdate between your cats on more than one occasion, they seem to have developed and instant liking to each other and Gale doesn't remember ever seeing Tara so enamoured with a person before, or well a cat.

One time you let the existence of cat cafes in this world slip and Gale reacted as if you just invented true perpetual motion. You end up taking him to one and two of you have a great time sharing drinks and snacks while surrounded by so many cuddly cats, Gale falls in love more with your world bit by bit.

Eventually he confesses that Tara has been unbearable when she's away from you cat, and he hints at the idea of letting her stay with you? He will definitely pay for everything including her food and treatment, of course he will still come and visit on most days.

It almost like co-parenting, you see him three times a week and he's always bringing something for you and your cat. Tara is surprisingly easy to get along with, she seems grateful for letting her stay in your home and translates what your cat says sometimes.

One day, she says how her and Mrs.Dekarios have been wondering on when do you finally plan on tieing the knot with Mr.Dekarios.

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I originally planned to add one last poll for the ending that's just for flavour, but tumblr only allows one poll per post so you'll have to share.

Part 9

[lavendergalactic]

sorry i know youre requests are closed but can i ask a qurstion, i was thinking of opening up commisions for editing but im extremely small blog/da account whats the best way to go about this? and how would i go about it as i use alot of photos to edit i dont wanna brake copyright etc agian sorry im just curious ^-^

you can always ask questions whether reqs are open or not don't worry

i think the best thing you can do to get out there is to advertise advertise advertise!! you could do a promo-like type post here and tag other creators to spread the word, i think that'll be the best way to go for you

also i'm not too worried about copyright, i dont think you'll get in trouble for just editing things (although i know nothing about law so take my words with a grain of salt)

^ i think it'll mostly be alright since what you're doing is fan work, and most companies are alright with that, it's not like you're mass producing lots of unlicensed merch from the media

[twiixr4kidz]

Ell0, here with an oddly spfic request, agian. So basically I want a Matthew Patel x reader one shot but like a r0meo and juliet forbidden romance…. Thankies!! (Also pls make it in da time the rest of ur oneshots is set in) 💀🎀

uhm YES. i kinda went crazy with this so i hope you like it!! also, i can totally make a part two to this because i left it off on a cliffhanger xD

matthew patel x reader: modern romeo and juliet

you and matthew had met under unfortunate circumstances. the night you'd met, the moon was full and beaming in the sky. stars speckled the black night like sprinkles on a cupcake, and you were preparing for your last night out. your family was moving to a foreign country, and you'd barely had the time to ready yourself for it. it was already a lot to handle, on top of having to move from in-person studies to online and leaving all of your friends behind.

despite the fact that you were an adult, your parents were incredibly controlling. it was either you agreed to go, or your parents forced you, and you knew it wasn't worth fighting. so, that night, you'd gotten all dressed up to hit the town once more with your best friends. you'd cried before and you knew you were going to cry saying your goodbyes, but you wanted to live in the moment. you took a deep breath, once more checking your appearance in the mirror. you cleared your throat, and then called to your parents and let them know you'd be back soon. you'd hadn't exactly gotten their permission to go out, but who cares? it was your last little rebellion before your life was changed forever, and you had absolutely nothing to lose.

after blowing way too much money on food and clothes and other material belongings, one of your friends hit you with the idea of going to a bar. you discussed it for a little bit but the ultimate decision was "why not?"

you couldn't remember what you ordered, just that it was disgustingly sweet and a little bit fruity. after a few more drinks, you were approached by someone who looked almost like a pirate. for a bar, he was dressed awfully casually. he was wearing a black and red striped with a brown dress coat and a pair of jeans. you were on the tipsy side, and whenever you squinted at him, you swore you could see an eyepatch over one of his eyes.

"hey," he said, smoothly (not smoothly at all) sliding over to where you were standing. to be honest, he was already a little drunk and he stumbled over to you. but there was something about him that drew you to him. he had a certain glint in his eye, it was almost innocent. he seemed as if he could do no wrong, but you were still cautious.

"hey," you responded. you were a lot smoother than he was, maybe because you'd had less to drink or maybe because you were just more charismatic. whatever. the man was feeling that same pull towards you as you were to him. but the glint in your eye was more... lost. he could almost see something was wrong; you were holding something back.

"my name's matthew." he stuck his hand out, unsure if you were going to accept it.

you did. "i'm y/n."

he cracked a bit of a smile.

"and what's an attractive face like your's doing here by yourself?" you laughed off his words. "oh trust me, i'm not alone. i'm here with my friends-" you cut yourself off, seeing that your friends had dispersed and spread all around. he only nodded.

"so uh, really, what brings you here?" you sighed. you knew if you told him the story, the floodgates would open and you'd lose it.

"oh, yknow, just thought it'd be nice to get out and have some fun." yeah, no way you were telling some stranger your deepest most personal issues.

another nod from matthew.

it was quiet between the two of you, besides the pounding music that was probably damaging your poor eardrums. it wasn't that kind of awkward silence you usually get between two people who'd just met. suddenly, he stretched his arms and threw one of them around you. it was stupid, but it made you laugh. he circled your drink around in your cup and took a little sip. someone came in to the bar, and the sweet evening breeze kissed your skin ever-so-nicely.

"you wanna get some fresh air?" you asked, looking up at matthew. his eyes widened a little bit before he nodded. "it's so hot in here, i just thought it would be nice."

he kept his arm around you as the two of you walked out. before you left, you gave one of your friend the heads up that you were going to step out.

the bar wasn't super fancy, but it did have a pretty nice patio area with a couple chairs and tables. just like you'd predicted, it was cool out. the breeze felt so nice on your skin, and you pulled your hair off of your neck and basked in it. you sat down on a chair, making yourself comfortable. matthew had already done the same. he'd kicked his feet up on to one of the tables.

you looked out into the distance and took in the view. aside from the bustling bar behind you, you could hear the sounds of the city below. people in their cars, honking at other people who can't drive to save their own lives, the sound of rushing water coming from somewhere behind you, the occasional shout and holler. the lights were bright, but the moon was brighter, and the stars dotted the sky in random patterns.

"hey matthew?" you broke the silence, although your voice wouldn't raise above a whisper. "hm?" he responded.

"have you ever just wanted to run away from everything, but no matter what you try to do, you can't? like there's something keeping you from living your life, but all of your attempts to escape it are in vain? cuz you know that you aren't going to be able to?"

woah. heavy question. you cursed yourself out for asking a stranger something so personal, but you felt he was different. he WAS different.

at first, he didn't respond. he sort of looked at you, all speechless. but as he thought about it, he spoke up.

"yeah, i know what you mean. sometimes i feel like everything is kinda pointless," he paused. "is that why you're here tonight?"

you just sighed, before humming a response.

"my parents seem to think they can still control my entire life, and they've decided we're moving out of the country tomorrow. there's nothing i can do to stop them. they won't listen to reason. they want me to come with them, and they're going to stop at absolutely nothing to make it happen." so much for not telling him.

"yeah, i hear you. my parents used to be just like that. i don't really talk to them anymore." he chuckled.

it was silent again. the city lights were burning your eyes, and the bar was much too loud. tears were starting to well up in your eyes, and you tried your best to blink them away. you felt matthew's warm hand reach out for yours. and, to your own surprise, you grabbed it back.

you weren't sure how long you'd been out there for, but it had been long enough. that you knew when the friend from earlier had come to grab you. you and matthew were still sitting there in peace and quiet, holding hands. you let your friend know you'd be ready in 5 minutes, and she went back inside to grab the rest of your group.

you hesitantly let go of matthew's hand before standing up. you didn't want to leave. you didn't want to go home. you wanted to be there, in the moment. you wanted to stay. and matthew could feel how tense you'd gotten. he could tell you weren't just fucking around. he knew. he understood.

"i, uhm," you sighed. "i have to go."

before you could turn to leave, he wrapped his arm around your waist. "just another minute, please?" you looked away, pondering the answer you'd already had. of course you were going to.

"...okay."

he reached his other hand out to caress your face. his thumb rubbed your cheek as he ran his finger down your jaw. he gently held your chin in between is thumb and his pointer before looking into your eyes.

"may i?"

you nodded.

he pressed his lips against yours. his lips were soft, and he was so gentle. your body filled with warmth, tingling from head to toe. you had to hold back your excited giggles, letting him kiss you for longer. eventually, the kiss was broken, and your head rested in the crook of his neck.

"okay, now i REALLY have to go."

"can i at least have your number? so i can talk to you when you're across the country?"

you exchanged contact information and headed out with your friends. it was way later than you wanted it to be, and you were prepared to get an earful from your parents. you were dropped off at your house at about 1:30 AM, and the lights were on. you sighed, opening the front door and walking into the dining room, where your parents were seated and fuming.

they immediately bombarded you with questions. "why were you out so late? why did you leave without our permission? where did you go? who were you with? what did you do?" blah blah.

you sat down across from them, looking them in the eyes with a mixture of pain and anger. "i don't want to leave." your parents were shocked. their eyes widened, and your mother spoke up.

"you don't have a choice. why wouldn't you want to come with your parents, dear?" you rolled your eyes. "im an ADULT, mom. i don't wanna leave my friends, i don't wanna change schools, and i met a boy who-" it was your father's turn now.

"absolutely not. i forbid it. you're not staying here just because you met a boy, y/n! that's absolutely ridiculous. you aren't allowed to date just because you want to!" he was hysterical. your mother grabbed him by the arm and said, "listen, y/n, it's not happening. who even IS this boy?"

"his name is matthew patel, and-" your father cut you off yet again. "...patel? PATEL?" oh no. "no, absolutely not, a million times no! you're ridiculous, y/n. i've heard things about that patel kid. his parents have told me all i need to know. he's a disrespectful, irresponsible heathen of a man. you're not staying with him."

of course, you were distraught. you tried to explain yourself, explain how you felt, but they wouldn't listen. just like you thought. you didn't know what to. your head was swarming with thoughts, and you wanted to fall asleep and pretend none of this was real. you went to your room, slamming the door and burying yourself under the sheets. you cried until your stomach hurt and your eyes burned, and you wouldn't stop crying until nothing came out.

if only mathew were here.

[cherrythepuppet]

Financial District

TW: Humvee, shooting, gun violence, general violence, killing

Dante: ZeddyZi

Gram: Me

Dante jumps out of the hotel window and onto a scaffolding above ground then He looks over and sees a corpse, with a rifle in hand, sitting in a couch, Dante grabs the rifle and He peers over the edge of the scaffolding, seeing several hunters in the distance

Gram climbs in through the window behind him “Come here. Keep your head down” Dante whispered as Gram crouches beside Dante and Both peer at the Hunters below “All right now… I'm gonna jump down there and I'm gonna clear us a path” Dante said

“What about me?” Gram asked “You stay here” Dante replied “This is so stupid. We'd have more a fucking chance if you'd let me help-” “I am!”

Dante hesitates while he momentarily looks over and grabs the rifle “Now you seem to know your way around a gun, You reckon you can handle that?” He asked gesturing to the rifle “Well, uh, I sorta shot a rifle before but it was at rats” Gram shrugged

“Rats?” “With BB's”

Dante sighed then relucntly handed the rifle to Gram “Well, its the same basic concept. Lift it up” Gram lifts the rifle “All right now, you're gonna wanna lean right into that stock, 'cause that is gonna kick a hell of a lot more than any BB rifle”

“Go ahead and pull that bolt back, Grab it right there. Just tug it” Dante explained as Gram reloaded the rifle “There you go. Now as soon as you fire, you're gonna want to get another round in there quick” Dante told him

“Listen to me- if I get into trouble down there, you make every shot count. Yeah?” He added “I got this. I won't let you down” Gram nodded

“Dante crawls away to an opening in the scaffolding but stops to look back at Gram “And just so we're clear about back there… It was either him or me” He said before he Jumps down scaffolding

“You're welcome…” Gram smirked slightly then he takes aim as Dante landed beneath the scaffolding, facing the group of hunters by a recently hung corpse

“Asshole should've known better. If you're gonna steal, you better make sure you get away with it” “Right? I would've done-” “They're all dead! They're all fucking dead!” “The hell's he yappin' about? Take a breath. Who's dead?”

“The whole crew. The 76 lookout guys. Some fuckin' tourist killed 'em, killed all of 'em” “Shit. Have you talked to the boss?” “Yeah. He wants everyone to hold their ground, watch the gate” “All right, you heard him. Search the area. Do not let anybody through!”

The hunters begin to spread out and search the area as Dante throws a glass bottle luring the attention of a few hunters in one area, Dante dug through his backpack and grabbed a molotov then lit it before throwing it at the hunters

A hunter noticed Dante hiding behind the scaffolding and raised their gun at them but Gram shot them causing them to stumble back and Dante shot them agian killing them, Another hunter tried throwing a molotov at Dante

But Gram took care of it headshotting the hunter “The kid! Get the kid!” A hunter shouted running over to the scaffolding but Dante punched them in the face and shot them in the stomach leaving them on the ground to bled out unconscious

Gram shot a few more hunters until they were all dead “All right, come on down” Dante called out as Gram exhales and stops aiming the rifle, he stands up and climbs down the scaffolding while Dante was crouched beside a hunter's dead body and bends down beside it

Gram approaches Dante with the rifle still in his grip, Dante removes a handgun from the hunter's palm then He stands up and faces Gram taking the rifle from him “How'd I do?” Gram asked

“How 'bout something a…” Dante paused checking the handgun “A little more your size?” He asked offering Gram the hand gun but pulls away as he reaches for it “It's for emergencies only” Dante told him

Gram quickly nodded and took the handgun examining it before placing it in his back pocket before Both Dante and Gram nod at one another, and Dante gives the signal to keep on moving. They both walk off as Gram observes the dead corpse beside them

“Now, the safety's on. Do you know how to switch it off?” Dante asked “I do” Gram said “Okay, you just… you gotta respect it. This is not-” “Dante, I'll be careful” Dante nodded and the two walked ahead to a garage door

Dante lifted it up and Gram crawled under but the chain was stuck so Grram moves a large cart under the door as a stopper and Dante crawls under then Dante held the garage dor open again and Gram took the cart out

Dante closed the garage door as Gram movd the cart towards the high-up opening then He and Dante climb over “Oh shit, get down, get down” Dante quickly pulled Gram down as two torusits ran past the building the two were in

Dante and Gram hide under a window sill as two tourists flee from the hunter's Humvee but The tourists are gunned down “What do we do?” Gram asked quietly “Nothing” Dante whispered while The humvee parks beside the tourists. Two hunters jump off and back and shoot the tourists dead then They then check the corpses

The hunters jump on the humvee and drive away “Oh man…” Gram sighed while He and Dante stood up “There ain't nothin' we coulda done” Dante mumbled “I know… it's just… oh man” Gram took in a breath

“Let's just get to that bridge” Dante replied before the two sneak upstairs and head deeper into the financial district leaving through a hole in the wall and down onto the street where Dante boosts Gram up to knock down the fire escape ladder

They climb up and jump down near an abandoned military school school “I stayed at a place like this. Back in the Boston QZ” Gram told him "Military Preparatory School" Dante read the sign “Yeah, nice way of saying orphanage. I wonder what happened to all these kids” Gram said

“This place has been out for a good stretch. They ain't kids no more” Dante shrugged “Meaning they're either hunters trying to kill us, or they're dead-” Gram was cut off “Or they got away” Dante replied

“But you don't believe that?” Gram asked “I believe in getting out of this city. Come on” Dante muttered as the two walked down the street, Gram noticed another movie poster “These posters are everywhere”

Dante looked over and laughed slightly “I saw this right before the outbreak” He chuckled “You did? Was it good?” Gram asked “No but it was so awful that it could’ve been good” Dante joked “Who dragged you to see it then?” Gram added

Dante paused looking at his bracelet “I don't know” He lied “Let's just stay focused, all right?” He sighed” They can hear the military humvee and hunters near the grocery store “Agh, it's that fucking truck” Gram groaned

“It's all right, keep your head down” Dante reassured him while they snuck by crouching down and used the store shelves as a way to avoid the humvee until they reached the alley and the humvee moved forward

It turned and noticed them instantly starts firing with its machine gun “What the fuck are they shooting at us with?!” Gram shouted while they ran, Dante got hit in the arm with one of the bullets but they managed to escape

“Go, go!” Dante exclaimed as the two ran up a pair of fire escape stars “I think we lost 'em..” He sighed out of relief while They move along a the second floor ledge toward another apartment, The humvee reappears below

“Oh shit-” “We're okay. They can't see us”…

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[wormxd]

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[allwaswell16]

Hi! I was the anon that sent the fic rec ask a couple days ago. And just wanted to thank you for taking the time to answer the ask and sending it to other authors. And it wasn't ment to be an anon ask really, I saw it going around in another fandom and wanted to make sure this fandom was able to give itself some love to. But I am shy and not an author myself so didn't know if people would answer it. Honestly not many did, so just thank you for taking the time out of your day to do so. You are one of my favorite authors and it was great learning which stories that you wrote are your favorite. They are some of mine too. And you are so right flawed characters make the story more interesting. Thanks agian!!!💐💐💐

Hi, anon! Thank you so much for starting that self rec ask to our fandom! That was really nice of you to do that, and I was happy to spread it around! It was really fun reading what everyone's favs were! And thank you so much for your kind words about my writing! I've written a lot of different kinds of fics, but it's definitely the flawed characters that were the most fun to think about and write for me! <3

[flosalatus]

@divinepunishment | Eldritch Plant Breakout | Design elements heavily drawn from HERE

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He's been here as long as he can remember.

He doesn't even know where here is, but he knows he hates it. It's dark and cramped where he lives, and when they let him out its loud, violent. It always smells of damp and copper. They shove him into a brightly lit ring, a crowd of voices yelling and jeering and he's not allowed to leave until the other in the circle stops moving.

Every day the same. Agian and again, only allowed to rest when he can't keep going. Too valuable to let die, he hears them grumble, like it's a hardship, a burden.

Vash wishes he wasn't so valuable to these humans sometimes. He misses when they were afraid of him, worshiped him. Before they found out he wouldn't fight back if they forced him to do what they wanted, found out they could chain and use him.

He want to see the sun, something he's only ever imagined. He wants to have the space to let his wings spread to their full length without brushing a chilled stone wall and fly away from here.

And he wants to take him with him.

His only light in this place, Wolfwood, Nico. The boy he grew up here with. The only one who didn't fear, hasn't hurt him.

Instead he treated Vash with kindness, warm hands and gentle words. He'd be there to help care for his wounds when he was old enough to start fighting, sit and talk to him for hours, bring him extra food.

Nico was the one to teach Vash to speak, learn to translate the clicks and whistles that came naturally to the Plant and patiently built a language in the middle, all their own. They bonded over the years, understanding eachother in a way no other could. Nico is the first an only human to let Vash into his mind, and Vash was all too happy to open his own in turn, warmed by the feedback loop of their connection, even if he'd hated how it had hurt the human at first.

Vash would never dare to even attempt to leave anymore if he wasn't certain he could safely bring Nico with him. He'd never let them get seperated, he was Vash's bonded, his human and he wouldn't let anyone part them.

So it was no wonder his absence currently had Vash on edge, pacing the length of his cage with an agitated stride. His wings rustled as he shifted them anxiously, pulling at petals and feathers in a descructive, self-soothing motion, leaving little piles on the floor.

Nico was late. Vash may have had no way to tell the time exactly, but he'd developed an internal clock for their routine, it was always the same, something he'd come to rely on, taking comfort in the monotony.

Changes in the routine meant trouble, danger, something was wrong.

Vash whined, a loud warbling call from the back of his throat, only flashing his fangs at the burly human who whacked a stick at his door and snapped at him to shut up.

He didn't care how pissed off his noises made them, he was worried, he needed Nico.

[talenlee]

Corrindale: A Place For Places To Happen In

Hey, what’s in the Pacific Ocean?

I mean that sounds funny doesn’t it? There’s nothing in the Pacific Ocean. Not really, I mean, there are places like Macronesia and Aotearea and Hawaii and Samoa and Guam and Japan but those aren’t in the Pacific Ocean, even if they’re literally surrounded by it. There’s several mountains, there’s a seam where the ground is being made brand new, the Mariana Trench, the Tonga Trench, and the Phillipine Trench, to just mention ones I’m reasonably sure still exist since I was in high school. Despite the presence of people living in the space within the boundary declared as the edges of the Pacific Ocean, the Pacific Ocean has a population of close enough to zero as to make no difference.

We think of the Ocean this way for a reason, mostly because we can’t put anything there. If someone did build a city in the ocean somehow, all Bioshock Style, it wouldn’t work as a fill bucket tool, a sort of capture the flag rules set up of filling in all the ocean as their territory – it would just be another place which, probably, had territory extending out to the edges of what they’d built a bit, like any land mass has.

This is how the people of Cobrin’Seil think of the Corrindale Forest. It is not a place, of its own, and nor should it be considered as such. The southern parts of the Corrindale forest rest at the equator and lick warm sea coastline. The people of Kyranou see the Corrindale forest at the edges of land when they go fishing. The people of Dal Raeda’s northern borders can stand on the beach and look across the bay at the southernmost parts of Corrindale Forest. Slinging to the opposite side of the continent, though, the only thing that stops the Corrindale forest going north is the inevitable boundaries of frozen ground: The forest thins out as it creeps up mountains and then tumbles down the far side of the mountain into the region that you’d call ‘arctic.’

That is to say, in comparison to Earth, the Corrindale Forest in its entirety reaches from about Mexico to Nunavut.

The character and temper of the forest changes, along this vast spread. When you stand anywhere in the forest you might imagine what you see is entirely homogenous, vast trees that create a dark and silent cloak in their midst, but travel a few kilometers north or south and you find the foliage different, the wildlife different, but once agian, homogenous. The vastness of a forest of this ilk is hard to explain. People avoid going off paths and trails in the forest because it’s so big, and so deep, that it’s entirely possible to be completely lost just by the environment itself.

There are beasts in the Corrindale forests, but the forest is, itself, the great, oppressive vastness that’s most disquieting. As one floats in the ocean and sees the emerging shape of a vast banking whale, so too one can stand in the Corrindale forest, and see stretching out all around, trees, offset to one another so that there’s no way to see anywhere that you’re not seeing a tree, no single sliver of visual space that is not occupied by trees near or far, and that when something emerges from the greyness and the fogginess created by the canopy of the Corrindale forest, that you do not know how far or close it really is…

Nor how big.

The forest was once this vast because of nature alone; leave enough trees alone for long enough, before people existed, and you’d get something of this impressive breadth. Now the Corrindale Forest is a thing maintained. People peck at its borders, logging and deforming and changing its shape a little, but that’s done as an act of daring, knowing that the forest has people who live there who will retaliate. What’s more it’s not a given? You don’t know who or where or on what time scale. What space within Corrindale exists that is definitively not Corrindale is territory that was hard fought for and in some cases resultant of an actual treaty.

Sometimes, you chop down trees to expand your farmland and a bunch of elves come out of the forest to interrupt. Sometimes, you don’t get interrupted and a gang of kobolds show up a week later to let you know you’ve given the farmland to a dragon sleeping nearby. Sometimes, nothing happens at all. Sometimes, something old stirs in the dark, and the treeline is restored and expanded.

Corrindale is a forest but it’s a forest the way the Daintree is a forest, the way that The Deep Dark is a forest, the way that the Moon is an Ocean. There is something about the Corrindale Forest that represents a vastness, a terrifying, ancient, darkness, and a reminder that it was here before every city and, if it takes measures, it will be here after they have all fallen and their parasites and hosts both have all rotted away.

There are, within Corrindale Forest, a network of Elf communities sometimes glibly known as ‘Elvish nations,’ which is a bit like calling a treehouse a fortress. There are the Portal Pathways into the Manses of the Eladrin and down into the linked world of the Drow’s Dreaming Dark. There are orcish communities and there are several druidic orders. Thing is, for each of these though, none of them are wholly contained in the forest. They all reach out and across into other spaces, none of them are entirely contained.

There are cities and there are nations inside the Corrindale Forests’s boundaries. There’s the Wu Kan’s only city, the mountain transplanted by Sunmon Tzu, where if you look behind the waterfall you find a hoard of gold overseen by a horde of monkey people. But, like islands in an ocean, they are not ‘in’ the forest. Corrindale Forest has two long strips of the King’s Highway through it, linking all the Eresh territories within Corrindale Forest. Those strips represent the single largest work project that exists within the Forest, stretched from almost the Dal Raedan borderlands up to the snowy fortress city perched above the snowline. The Ragauzan who patrol it are borderline pagans. The Church Authorities of Olifar have demanded that Raguzans who patrol there be cycled back to more central locations for fear of creating hooting cults of people who wear antlers and imagine themselves as snakes.

Corrindale is a place, but it is a place like an ocean. It is a place for places to be in.

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[amatres]

more sims

at the Pennington Manor, Gabriella does not have many friends and so takes to trying to befriend her butler

eventually she and isiore go out for a special night together, leaving their son at home

he takes the opportunity to invite over his friends to have an impromptu party. horrifyingly he had high chemistry with his former nanny the vampire olivia. i had to keep stopping them from autonomously woohooing....

however the boy also begins a courtship with miranda somerset, the eldest daughter of the other noble family in simshire. here they are kissing, scandalous! the party goes by without him getting caught

at the party kathleen decides to mess with olivia, which she seems to relize soon after was a very bad idea considering olivia has killed before and is very much able of doing it agian

Gabriella discovers shes pregnant! Which is both exciting and concerning due to her age....

and she gives birth to... more twins.... and one of them is born blue... this is when i began to realize the berry skins were going to be reoccurring.... i dont know what the child looks like now that ive removed the custom skins, so well see if i keep them as the hidden shame of the family or not

unfortunately, Gabriella did not survive giving birth either, and she passes on. it seems well have to find a new nanny for the children....

at the somersets, johanna gets her wish and is chosen by the fey. her reputation is in danger if anyone finds out, tho she does not seem to mind, as she soon after rolled the want to meet them again

word of what happened spreads, and though for now it is simply kept to family circles, if she continues with her behavior her reputation will be ruined

nonetheless, helen grows up into a toddler! unfortunately...

soon after the somerset's patriarch passes on, having lived a full life

he leaves behind money for his youngest grandchild, his butler, his butler's mother, his son, and his partner

the money doesn't seem to soften the blow however

alfred, lonely, still has the want to adopt a child even if his partner is no longer with him. he talks to nigel and kathleen, and they agree to let him adopt their daughter helen, and in return he pays for their college tuition.

she ages up into a child, never to knowwho her birth parents are. mathew, his partner's son, agrees to let alfred and helen continue to live in the manor until it is needed by another somerset

[violentviolette]

so ive seen a lot of people commenting similar sentiments in the notes of this and like ur all absolutely 100% correct. people can be wrong about anything and people shouldnt feel threatened and defensive when someone corrects or contradicts them on any front, including media but i do think that including media in the conversation undermines the reason why believing that having a special interest means ur qualified to speak authoritatively on a topic, when applied to more serious real world issues, is a problem and thats the harm. when someone is wrong about media, but insists they're right, that isnt actually harming anyone. someone can be completely 100% flat out wrong about transformers or ffxiv or any media and they can post their incorrect misinformation all day long and its essentially harmless. sure it isnt great and for their own personal growth and wellbeing they should try and at least accept the potential that they're wrong. but nothing genuinely bad comes of thinking transformers is about a colony of space cats and not robots. there are no real world consiquences to someone insisting over and over agian that emet selch is the crystal exarch. no one's being truly harmed by that kind of misinformation but there Are very real world consiquences to someone being deeply misinformed about mental health, or real life crime cases, or world history, and then spreading that misinformation as an authority and insisting that u know what ur talking about. someone who believes that simply consuming information makes them an expert without any kind of real actual education in a real world subject who then decides to spread that misinformation uncritically and assert that it is truth or fact is very much doing real world harm that can and will hurt other people. and the insistence that they're correct or experts or qualified to give opinions in these kinds of very serious spaces is genuinely dangerous in a way that being wrong about ur favorite media franchise will just never be and so while i definitly dont disagree with what people are saying here, i do think it's important to acknowlege that distinction because its very much why this is important to internalize. telling someone incorrect information about a media franchise will never have the same potential for harm the way telling someone incorrect information about their mental health or illness or their loved ones murder will and i think its important to keep that perspective in these discussions. especially because i think the blurred line between media and real world topics, and people consuming real world topics the same way they do media, and treating them like they're essentially the same and approach researching them in the same way is a big part of this problem.

unpopular hard truth time but having a special interest in something doesnt actually make u a qualified expert or mean u know what ur talking about

being autistic or having adhd doesnt automatically make u a savant genius and just because uve hyper fixated on a topic doesnt mean u understand it or are an authority on it

and I dont mean about media idc about blorbo from ur shows I mean people who say "personality disorders are my special interest so I know everything about them" "mental health is my special interest so what I'm saying is correct" "true crime is my special interest so I'm qualified to give my opinion on this"

u can have a lot of information on a subject and still be wrong. u can spend hundreds of hours researching and reading about something and still not understand or misunderstand it

hyperfixating on something or having it be ur special interest does not make u an expert on it. u can still very much be wrong. especially on topics that are very complex and require lots and lots of interpersonal experience and nuanced research to understand and have lots of readily available misinfo and therefore can't just be perfectly understood by u sitting alone in ur bedroom reading 500 articles about it

[nvrcmplt]



" GIVE IN, YOU BEAST ! " The boot at his back, the gnashing maw of his living blade wrapped around the neck, gored and bleeding something holy. The more he twists, the more Abbadon's form twists and writhes, he mutates and the muscle of his palms expand to forma seething mass of black muscle and sinew yes, it hurt. Dragons were always horribly difficult, he tried to bring him low before, but the damn thing was too strong for him. He still remembers being chewed up, spat out like a poison. THINGS WERE DIFFERENT NOW, HE'S STRONGER. HE'D LIKE TO PAY AMOS BACK, TWOFOLD.

The Prince's corruption spreads like an infection, digging deep, unearthing all beneath the skin. It goes for the muscle, it paralyses, it digs into the bone, it goes for the heart. The thrashing, the roaring; like an animal that wants to fight for its life. The fact that he wants to fight means that there is something there, some instinct that claws towards life. There. He'll focus on that.

The carnage doesn't stop. His arm is connected by a rapidly healing scrap of bone and muscle and nerve that keeps fighting against the seering light. He keeps digging, he keeps invading the dragon's body and when he finally latches onto that ivory core, he reaches deepr. He's found it, he's grabbed ahold of it. " There. " Time seems to stop, his fingers curl into Amos' soul, he grips it and pulls it from the massive, monsterous form. He glares at it, he imparts something, he bequeaths something. . a whisper of chaos, a call to equilibrium. Too much light, let's fix that.

The dragon falls, crashing onto the earth. Let's hope it was worth it. He nearly died agian for this thing. Abbadon lands into the crater of their battle, kicking up a stone fissure using his Authority over the element of earth, sitting down, catching his breath. God, he's weak. This entire process nearly killed him. He can't bear to think about what the price might be next time. No, no. This is a victory. He has to smile, remember that is it is such. For now, he'll wait for the other to wake into the truth, out of the divine-illusion. -- ft ABBADON and AMOS

Punishment, he had heard upon the moment his wings flared and removed the beings of angelic origins. This world was not his, this All-Mother was not his. Her warmth felt scorching - ridding him of things that he never wished to give. His life and soul held things that even his All-Mother understood for him to harbour well. She spoke of it as a teaching - a world of corruption was never clean and pristine as the surrounding worlds. Never a stream unclean, never a forest uncluttered - but they grow stronger - resilient and grow around them. Every piece of the world had a balance but not here…

Amos felt his heart sour - his understanding of this world crumble away and in that smallest crack - his world changed. His mind shattered, and his body was no longer his own. Tearing through the clouds with winds asunder - thunder with meteorites consumed the skies. His roar as powerful as the typhoon under his bulk. Breaking the once peaceful world with his rage that was not his own doing. As if watching from within, he reached out to anyone, anything that could stop him as his jowls filled with the sun's gift of light and fired into the realms that needn't his punishment.

This was not him!

This was not his world!

He had no right to bestow punishment where it was undue!

Especially when these beings have done nothing wrong!

As he felt his throat once more expand in All-Mother's fire, his soul receded with his pleas and tears, he pulled his mind into his crest and held it tight because he needed to protect it, away from this foreign Light, this unknown entity that spoke in whispers of wronged justice. Someone… All-Mother…. Someone, please.

" GIVE IN, YOU BEAST ! "

The fright that caused the beast's eyes to shift from their corruption for a split second. A glow of true light within the gold parasite. The sensation of pain registered in the Dragon's core - his jowls tearing apart to bellow with Earth's wrath as wings flail and claws flex to crush over mountainous trail as his crown thrashed and swung to remove the being lodged on their neck. A scream of a monster that was losing its grip and when their hand pressed into the core - the grip was enough to startle the beast into a silent scream.

Light burst from the wound - the blood splattered like crystal fragments as the dragon twisted to try and get one last bite of them, but the time slowed to a stop. After all, Amos's hand did reach in return, linking his fingers with that of the brave soul that finally got him to his last moment.

The change was instant, the power returned to them with an extra dosage of something that allowed Amos to remember his smile and his anger for the human race in the first place. But, his morals - his life was his to keep. The sensation of being held dear back in his hands. His palms no longer dowsed in blood of the innocent and only those that took the words of their King for their own moral. To slaughter thousands and laugh upon it before they wept for their own lives under Amos' light.

Now all was silent, the beasts' corpse lay upon its own mess of cracked earth as its saviour caught their breath. Though it wasn't long until the core once in their grasp pulsated. Sending a golden shimmer through the corrupted scales - cause it to suddenly jerk with a heavy breath. But before it could move an inch - it instead began to peel scale by scale - scattering into a brilliant light - illuminating the destruction to replace it with a healing hum. A power that invited Abbadon's wounds to heal - to mend what had been broken, to boost his already passive ability with ease.

Amos' frame stood once in the corpse of the dragon's position - his chest aglow with its crest in full display - his brows furrowed with a guilt like no other but a happiness in cerulean eyes. Nude, but not for long as his feathers wings stretched to twist upon his frame and reform into clothing - simple but enough to give him dignity. His gaze pierced Abaddon's frame as he moved to near them. "You saved me from that grasp of light." His hand rose to his chest, holding the crystal that thrived in his own All-Mother's glow. Though a seed of something else was mixed with her in his own heart.

He feared it.

"What is this world… This is not of my home nor my realm. This Light… is vile." Amos' was near tears, this world was sick. Very, very sick. "Are you the warrior to correct it? You have my thanks, and my life in your hands if so." Amos moved to place himself upon a knee, bowing his head with curved horns that resembled his draconic form upon it in full submission. "Allow me at your side and to be of aid. I am Amos, Guardian Light Dragon of All-Mother."