#this guy did an amazing job with these ->

[ghosthoard]

thanks for the tag perry!!! it's been fun reading everyone's lore!!!

boy do i got a doozy for you guys. i wrote this from a post in december and it's perfect for this so i'm reusing it. i cut half of it off cause it's way too long, so if you're interested it's linked.

When I was younger I got a DS for the first time and I was given a couple of games. The one that really hooked me was Pokémon Diamond, and the Zelda game I was given was Phantom Hourglass.

I tried Zelda, and I distinctly remember breaking pots and carrying around chickens as Toon Link. Then I set out past the village and into the wide world and that’s as far as I got because the monsters started to attack me and my heart sped up and I couldn’t take it. So I ran back to town. Hyped myself up, tried again, and ran back to town to stay there forever.

As a teenager, I gained an amazing friend who did not cower in fear and left the town in all Zelda games and became a super fan. We met through the anime Naruto but soon we shared our other interests. They were the one to tell me that all the Links and Zelda’s are not the same, in fact they’re all different people and not just the same characters in different art styles like I thought all my life. With that mind blowing revelation out of the way, they proceeded to tell me about how they enjoyed stories where the Links met. This didn’t mean as much to me personally at the time and I thought it never would (I was naive).

When we became adults, and my friend got an adult job, they set a trap. For my birthday, they sent me their old switch and a copy of breath of the wild. And of course I had to play it then. I was obligated to if I was sent a whole dang game console and a 60 dollar game.

So I started playing, I left the plateau and I never looked back.

I played that game obsessively. It was the first time in a while I’d actually played a game to the end or at all as I've only watched let's players for years by now. I fell in love with the world and of course I fell in love with Wild.

So I sought him out in other forms. (Therein lies the trap, the elaborate scheme, it all comes back to Linked Universe).

And I know it might be upsetting to some of you, but I did not connect to the other Champions all that much throughout the game. The only characters I got attached to was Wild, our horses, and Beetle.

So I asked for fanfic recommendations from my friend, who is and always will be my Zelda Authority (my 'za if you will). They sent me a couple of fics, one that started with purely BOTW and the next fic went into more LU. I read it, haven’t finished it to this day but I liked it. But again, I wasn’t too attached to the other Champions, but boy was I craving some form of found family and always will. So even though I didn’t know anything about the other Links, I took a crack at LU.

But funnily enough, I didn’t start with the comic. I went straight to AO3 and whenever a new Link was mentioned I would go to Google and search their game, and based their appearance to their game canon. It was at this point I mixed up Hyrule with Warriors because Wars comes from Hyrule Warriors which literally had Hyrule’s name in it??? so based off of Wars’s canon appearance, in my head Hyrule was a big brother type who was taller and broader than most of the others, i was very wrong and very confused. It came to the point that I had to clarify which link was which. And I finally opened up the LU comic for the first time.

I read it so quickly and caught up so soon (in one sitting) that I remember being distraught that I did. But that was what fanfic is for baby.

(Just as an aside, I think I still had problems distinguishing the links while reading LU, I wasn’t sure which one was Sky and which one was Hyrule, and I mixed up Time and Twilight a lot. Four, Wind, and Legend were easy. And of course I knew which one was Wild).

Even then though, I didn’t know these boys well at all. We just all met at a social gathering and we did an icebreaker together, you don’t really get to know people through an ice breaker. So while I read fanfic, a lot of references flew over my head, I didn’t know the nuances of why this character did that, or what this event really meant to them. My friend helped me a lot again but most of my learning was from just reading more and more. This way I learned about what adventures each link had and how it shaped them.

I remember telling my friend that I loved how each of them had so many interesting secrets. What do you mean Four can split into four and also turn bite sized? What do you mean Hyrule has cursed blood, the entire triforce, and can turn into a fairy? What do you mean Legend has been on 6 adventures and can turn into a mermaid??? I loved all of it. It's been fun rereading fics after learning more about the boys since now i understand the nuances based on their histories.

Oh, that's why Four said that to Wild because of his history with Shadow! oh legend's like this because of marin and everything else he's been through! oh, there's so much more meaning in what this link says based on their past!

I loved the concept of successors and predecessors, mentors and bloodlines. The fucked up timeline. I love how each of them have spent time with the others in some way shape or form or been affected by their past iterations actions.

I consumed so much fanfic it became my second most bookmarked fandom on AO3 in almost less than a month.

i'd love to learn about everyone's origin story: @alicewritingstories @queenofmoons67 @elle-rosewater @links-in-time @anthemxix @st0rmyskies @hotcheetohatredwastaken @vaathnaos @maesonc

A question!! Maybe a chain?

When did you get into LoZ, and how?

For me, I played BotW years ago and really enjoyed it but couldn’t get really into any of the other games. About a year and a half ago (I think?) I happened upon Linked Universe. I didn’t know who half the cast was but I was SMITTEN. After that I started ALBW and it was all over for me.

No pressure tags

@starwolfie @kilgoreontralfamadore @chibinur @raven8224

[wheeloffortune-design]

guys the interview was a disaster but it's not my fault lol

already i was a bit skeptical because their website said they did customer service but didn't name their services, and the emphasis was on how great it was to work for them, apply here

so yesterday my friend decided she would wait at the café downstairs because she didn't trust them or the neighborhood (it was mostly office buildings).

i get to the interview, early, showered, makeup on, practicing my lines.

first alarm bell was the waiting room. it was a small office, brightly lit, with a nice receptionist, but it gave me the feel of a startup, possibly an MLM (multi level marketing, it's a legal pyramid scheme).

from the waiting room i could catch a glimpse of the main comference room. there were huge posters defining the jobs at their company and the perks. "Step 4, Local office manager" said the one I could see.

On the table, magazines.

That's the owner. Inside were all full page spreads on workers and how cool they were. One was litterally the receptionist. The first quality listed was "she's resilient". Why does she need to be resilient, job? No one's first quality should ever resilient!

Still zero information about their products. Only how amazing it is to work there.

(If a company is trying to sell you working at said company more that it sells products, you are the product.)

I'm like, lol I love a good story, I'm going through and see what happens.

Interview time, I'm led to an office as big as a bathroom, stark empty walls, minuscule desk, no windows. (This will be important later.)

It starts normally, I'm good at interviews, no problem.

Now, I need to specify that the job offer said two things. One, it was sales and customer service, and two, it said a salary range + commissions.

The woman seems pleased with my experience and tries to gage how far I want to go in my career, how humgry I am for advancement. (This, also, is a red flag.)

She asks "Do you see yourself working for a great company like this, with amazing opportunities? Having an office like this?"

I look at the bathroom sized office, stark white walls, no windows, no decorations, a singe ceiling bright light. It tried not to laugh. This was straight out of a Severance episode.

Then she tells me the job is actually only sales, for a reputable phone and internet provider (Videotron), and it's paid by commission.

I'm like "The job offer stated it was salary plus commissions."

She's like, "The company cannot make money if you don't make money."

I'm like "That’s not how employment works, lol."

She ended the interview there, wished me coldly a good day.

"If the company is dishonest from the start you can't trust them," I said, laughing and leaving.

"Have a nice say, please leave."

I knew it would be a waste of my time (I woke up early! traveled at the other end of town! i'm wearing makeup!!), but I didn't think it would be that ridiculous. I wasn't expecting the magazines, lol.

At least my friend was waiting for me and now we're hanging out, so not all is lost.

[tribalauthor]

Hall of Fame (roman × sophia one-shot)

Summary: Roman and Sophia are honored with the task to induct Paul Heyman at the WWE Hall of Fame. On the way home, however, the power couple gets into a power argument. How are they going to resolve it?

A/N: if you want to dive deep into Roman and Sophia's love story, you can check out my fic The Wisewoman

Warning: age difference, smutty

word count: 4.3K

April 5th, 2024

Roman's POV

As a WWE superstar I am beyond used to the many cameras and flashing lights in my face. It's been like this for more than a decade now.

But tonight it's different because I am at the Hall of Fame red carpet side by side with my beautiful girlfriend. This is our first appearance together outside the WWE ring. Not as the Tribal Chief and Wisewoman but more like our true selves added with a little bit of glamour from our custom outfits.

"And here I am, with the most poweful couple in the business, ladies and gentlemen." Jackie approached us with her mic and cameraman behind her. "How are you feeling, guys?

"Amazing. It's an honor to be a part of another Hall of Fame ceremony and even a bigger honor to be here with Sophia." I replied in a matter of fact tone and then Jackie pointed the mic to Sophia.

My million dollar hot girlfriend. Her blonde hair was made into a high bun, wearing a long red dress with her full back exposed and deep cleavage. The dress is so tight that it makes her beautiful round butt pop and her pretty tits are way too out in my opinion and that drives me slightly crazy. You can't help but notice her glowy skin that is also iced out by the jewelery I bought for her.

"I feel lucky to be here tonight with the biggest draw of sports entertainment and also beyond proud of my uncle being a Hall of Fame inductee. He deserves that more than anybody." I can't help but giggle at her for keeping a kayfabe.

"You guys are rocking these outfits. What brand are they?" Jackie remarked.

"They are custom couture." I dilligently pulled down my grey blazer. "I wanted something that screams 'us'." I explained.

"Designers really did their job right. That suit is very fresh and the dress to die for." the brunette woman shook her head and Sophia spinned around in a circle.

"Right? I can't wait to take it off later." that just slipped out of my mouth and I saw Sophia slowly turning towards my direction with a serious rather mad expression.

She really doesn't play when it comes to restraining at work and I am lowkey scared of her because she is even more serious than me in some aspects. Even than Paul himself.

"Let's see how are you gonna play your cards tonight, champ." my girlfriend said with a pure straight face. So straight that it's sociopathic.

I pressed my lips and looked away like an embarrassed teenager. At the end of the day, she calls the shots.

"And you two are going to induct Paul Heyman later. Are you guys nervous?"

"Not really. To be frank even before I got in this business, I wanted to be the person who inducts my uncle in the Hall of Fame. He knew I was going to be the person, so basically I've been anticipating this moment for years and now it's here. I'm excited." Sophia replied with a soft smile and then Jackie pointed the mic at me.

"I-uh. I actually didn't expect Paul to suggest me this and when he did, I said 'no' at first. To induct a tremendous talker like him, you gotta be at his level and I think Sophia is the most perfect example for that." I explained the story briefly.

"I chose both of them because they are the closest people in my life." I heard Paul's voice from behind. There he is, one of my closest friends. Wearing his signature dark blue suit and red tie.

He came close to us with the wheelchair and I helped him put him between me and his niece. It's been three months since he suffered the leg injury and we still don't know when he is going to be back.

Jackie handed him the microphone as Sophia put her hand on her uncle's shoulder.

"There isn't any one more suitable for this than my niece and Roman. Both of them played and still play a big role in my life. First, we have the Tribal Chief promoting me from an advocate to a Wiseman and then Sophia helping me here while I'm absent. And doing an exceptional job, bringing new perspectives in the WWE." he turned his head, so he could look at Soph and then at me, and we both stroked his shoulder.

"My uncle Paul...where do I even start?" Soph started with her speech. She said earlier she ain't worried but we've been practicing our speeches for more than a week.

"He is the most amazing man I know. He's been by my side since I was a little kid, he always supported my decisions and he saw potentials in me that even my parents couldn't see back then. Paul Heyman isn't a typical uncle. You know, most uncles get drunk and talk smack at the family functions. Well, my uncle talks smack without the need of alcohol and he does it in the most dilligent way. So he is not like the rest." I admired her from the side. That woman is just exceptional from head to toe, inside and out and just in every single aspect you could think of.

The whole crowd laughed at her funny remark.

"He's also been my father figure for the last couple years." Sophia suffered a sudden loss of her dad years ago due to suicide and I don't even wanna imagine how that must feel. "He was the most supportive of me to accomplish my dream of getting a degree in journalism, he has taught me about the magic of logic and analytical thinking. He was also the one that suggested my name being Sophia which means 'wisdom'. My name was supposed to be Barbara. Can y'all imagine Barbara Heyman? Outrageous. Thank you, uncle." she looked at him in the crowd with grattitude and he blew her an air kiss. "After everything he has done for me the least I could do is to help him with his work while he is away." Soph continued. "And of course, to induct him in the Hall of Fame."

"Personally, I believe Paul Heyman deserves to be inducted at least three more times. This whole business wouldn't be the same without him. He elevated the company to new heights and he's been doing that since he was a teenager under the training of my dear late grandfather Richard Heyman. Keep up the good work, uncle." that is the conclusion of Sophia's beautiful speech. The crowd applauded loudly and I know my turn is next.

I leaned to the mic and took a deep breath. "This is a ridiculous spot to be in. I gotta cut a promo for the promo himself after the young promo spoke beautiful words. Is this how the roster feels interfering in my family business?" now everyone is laughing.

"Paul Heyman is a man that if you let close to your circle, he can change your life drastically and of course, for the better. He loves to say that I elevated him but this is a mutual work. As much as I elevated him, he elevated me too. There is no Tribal Chief without his Wiseman. Thanks to him, I saw many different perspectives that eventually led to the renaissance of the WWE."

"In a world where people tell you what you want to hear, Paul tells you what you need to hear and he knows exactly when to say it and how to say it. I think it's beautiful. As a man, I kind of even envy him for that ability and I still got a lot to learn in that aspect." I really decided to speak from the bottom of my heart and present my perspective of Paul.

As much as I wanted to go home immediately after the ceremony and enjoy my alone time with Sophia, we had to stay for the after party.

I am an almost 39-year-old man whose time for partying passed long ago. However, Soph is still a young woman who wants to meet different people and try to have a little fun when it's possible.

Of course, I respect that. That's why I agreed to stay here. It's also an occasion to meet with Paul, too cause I didn't visit him that regularly due to the tight schedule.

Right now, we are all in a big hall with the lights quite dimmed and rap misic playing in the background. While me and Paul were talking, I saw Sophia surrounded with her girl friends colleagues - Tiffany, Bianca, Samantha and Rhea, laughing and having a good time obviously.

"Paul, you need to be careful with the drinks." I instructed him. He is on his second glass of bourbon. As of me, I am just drinking a non-alcoholic cocktail. Tomorrow is first night of Wrestlemania, so I have to be in an immaculate condition.

"Oh, Joe, please don't act like my ex-wife. I am finally free from her for a little while." he just told me off and I couldn't help but laugh. He hates his ex-wife but at the end of the day, she is the mother of his kids.

He has the misfortune as he says to be taken care of by her.

"Alright." I put my arms up in defense. "I am just trying to save you from her wrath if you go back home drunk."

"You think I care about her wrath?" Paul furrowed his eyebrows. "I am a grown man. I can do whatever I want. I don't owe anything to Miranda. She decided to take care after me." he tried to prove a point here.

"Because you are the father of her kids. And after everything, y'all have been through, it's normal for her to pull up and help you." tonight is my time to give him wisdom.

"She just wants to annoy me, that's it." his rational way of thinking reminds me of Sophia so much.

"OG, what's up?" the twins finally approached us. I took a look at Sophia's direction and I saw that Theory, Grayson and Carmello joined the girls' party. I looked around the girls' men but they were talking with each other.

I could hear only muffled conversations from my cousins and Paul since my eyes were glued on Sophia and company. The boys seem to be entertaining them. My girlfriend was laughing her tits off.

What are they even talking about? And what is it so funny? They ain't funnier than me. I was about to go and join them but somebody caught my arm and that was Jim.

"Uce, what are you doing?"

"Just gonna check what's going on over there." I replied and got off his grip. Then I saw Paul also examining the view in front of us.

"You are worried about these guys?" he almost ridiculed me. "I can assure you my niece has zero interest. None of them is her type."

"Uce, you are a mature man. Act like one. Leave her be." Josh adviced me and hit my shoulder. I bit my inner cheeks, trying to keep my cool.

"I just can't stand her talking with other men and laughing with them." I said the truth as I put my hands on my hips or as fans call it - the dad pose. "I don't even talk to them, why would she?"

"Do I sense irrationality?" Paul seems in a shock. "I expect it from Roman Reigns but never from Joe."

"Oh, you have no idea." Solo shook his head. "Ever since he met Sophia, he became crazier than usual."

Then I looked at Paul, who has a smug on his face. "Are you in love with my niece?

"I am." I replied immediately since there is no ounce of doubt in this. "And I know that since the day she showed up in Triple H's office, introducing her as my temporary Wisewoman."

Suddenly Paul's smug transformed into a smile of pride and delight. "I knew exactly what I was doing when I sent her to that office."

"What? You knew that-" I couldn't even finish my sentence and my wiseman just nodded his head. "You could have introduced her to me way earlier, by the way." I said in a rather bitter tone.

"By earlier you mean when you were married? Or when she was a minor? It wouldn't have been the same." he shook his head.

"OG, you are really a mastermind." Josh clapped his hands in acknowledgement. I looked at Paul with pure surprise from what I just heard and shook my head, followed by a sip of my non-alcoholic beverage.

"I just want great nephews or nieces." I choked on the drink and the twins started hitting my back. "Sophia's mother wants too but she is too proud to admit it."

"Joe is not ready for kids, I fear." Solo spoke. "If you intend to react like this when Sophia's attention is on the kid and not on you...not sure if you picked the right father for your great nephews, Paul." he shook his head and I playfully grabbed his neck locking it between my arms.

"My judgement, Solo, has always been accurate." the wiseman spoke while the twins tried to get me out of my little cousin.

Once I got off him, I looked at the Sophia and company and now they seem to dance all together. With the boys.

"It was quite a night." Sophia groaned as she rested her back on the smooth black leather seat of the limo we are in.

I decided not to respond but I felt her suddenly putting her legs on my thighs and letting out a groan of relief.

"Those shoes killed me. Jimmy Choo is a secret criminal." I stood there, still silent. Not even moving. "What's up with you? Why aren't you talking?"

"I just don't feel like talking." I finally spoke with a shrug and I caught a smirk on her face.

"Something is wrong then." she concluded and dragged herself closer to me and ending up sitting on my lap.

Again, no reaction from me.

"Talk to me. What's up? Are you nervous for tomorrow?" she seemed so genuine, examining my whole face, trying to lift up my mood but tonight I feel like a grumpy uncle.

"No, I'm just tired." I didn't completely lie. I really am tired but I am also mad. Not sure if it's at her or myself, at this point.

"Okay. I understand." she nodded and then got off me.

I hate how understanding and mature she is. I mean I love it but I hate it cause she is literally the perfect woman and that's exactly why I am so jealous for her.

"You are mad at me." she concluded. Of course, she would understand.

"I am trying to be mad at you but I am more mad at myself." I replied frankly.

"Why? And please don't tell me it was because Austin and Grayson talked to me." I could sense the slight but not weak enough judgement in her tone.

"Nah." I said quietly. "Why were you laughing and dancing with them when you could have danced with me?"

"Oh my God." she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Why you didn't ask me to dance with you? Cause I bet you didn't feel like it."

"I didn't but if you were right by my side I could've felt like it and I would've make you laugh harder." I defended myself.

"Joe, stop making everything a competition. I am in a relationship with you. I am aware you are my dream man, my ideal type and the greatest boyfriend in the world. Why do you feel so bad when you know the truth?" arguing with Sophia Heyman is like a crossword with no right answer.

"Because I am just a selfish man and I want you only for myself." I replied confidently.

"Sweet but I am not your property. Do you see me getting all red about you talking to other women? It's completely fine. I also am aware you have crazy amount of female fans who would give everything to spend even just 5 minutes with you but I am not making a deal out of it. First, because I have self-confidence and self-respect. Second, I just have no other choice but to accept the circumstances." although I see her point, I cannot be completely sure how she would react if she sees me laughing with another woman or dancing. Perhaps she is right because she is way too logical and sometimes I love it but right now I hate it.

"And now you are probably gonna diagnose me as an insecure loser. Okay. If that's what you think." I shrugged still trying to sound calm.

"Where in my speech did you hear me saying that? If you were like that, do you think I'll be with you right now in your limo, wearing the dress and the jewellery you bought for me? If I thought you were an insecure loser, I'd never even breathe in your direction, trust me. Your confidence is what mostly attracted me to you, Joe. And that possessiveness was funny at the beginning but it surely starts getting out of hand now." if we were in a wrestling match right now, I'd be taking the pin in that very moment.

The saddest thing is I know that she is right and I know I am being childish as hell although I am approaching my 40s but that's what she does to me.

"Were you that possesive of your ex-wife, too?" one thing about me is that I kick out at 2.999 seconds and I felt the rage building up in me.

"Why does that have to matter now, Sophia?" I slightly raised my voice. My ex-wife had a completely different job from mine. She was an interior designer but to be completely honest, I definitely didn't have the same level of toxic possessiveness like I do now.

"It matters. Are you a possessive guy in general or you are like that because of me?" I wrinkled my lips and started shaking my leg intensely.

Suddenly, the car stopped and the driver said we arrived in front of the hotel. He definitely heard our quarrel despite the partition being rolled.

I, of course, thanked him and gave him a big tip since he wasn't obligated to listen to me and Sophia's dramas.

"We are gonna finish upstairs." she announced coldly and got out of the car. I had no other choice but to follow her.

"Oh yeah, I forgot about Miss Perfect. We always have to look unbothered and cold and diligent. I thought I was too much until I met you." I continued speaking as we walked at the sidewalk and the black and gold automatic door opened for us to get into the hotel reception.

"Was this supposed to be an offence?" she replied calmly and quietly as we reached the elevator. Again, I feel like a loser. She is so calm and reserved while I I'm on fire right now.

"Take it as you want." I pressed the number 10 button which is the floor of our room we are staying at. "And to answer to your question - no, I'm not usually the possessive type." I tried to sound as calm as her for now.

"Sweet." she said in the most sociopathic way possible, not even looking at me. "But as I told you, I am not your property."

I took a deep breath and I got close to her, pinning her at the metal wall.

"I've never said you are a property. I know you are a human being, Sophia, but you are mine. You understand?" I spoke with my voice low and as much as she tried to look unbothered I saw a spark in her deep blue eyes and I felt her heart beating against mine.

"What does it mean to be yours? I fear our interpretations may not be mutual or even close." she asked me. That's what being with Sophia means - always mind stimulations, logic at its finest mixed with grace and of course, insane dose of attractiveness. "You think that being yours means to be tied to you physically while I see it as souls being tied. It has nothing to do with the physical."

Ding.

We just reached the floor. Although I feel I am close to defeat, I still have time to think until we get in our room.

Once we entered in the spacious accommodation and closed the door behind me, I finally decided to give an answer.

"You are right, but I still think there is a physical aspect behind the meaning. All the stuff we do, while no one is watching." as I was explaining like a teacher, I saw her taking off her beautiful red custom dress, leaving herself with a bare chest and red lacy lingerie which I felt like tearing apart at the very moment. However, she took it off leaving herself completely naked. "And also forgetting what we were even arguing about once I see your beautiful naked body, the painters won't be able to execute perfectly." she knows what she is doing but I saw her grabbing the white towel and heading to the bathroom completely unfazed.

"Take your time and think about this." she shouted after me and got in the bathroom. I am not gonna think about anything.

With no any second wasted, I swiftly took my clothes off and let my hair down cause I know Sophia loves when it's fully down withe curls. I got in the bathroom which is rather spacious and with a big glass shower cabin. She was just turning the water on like she turns me on, too.

"Get out of here. I didn't invite you in." she said coldly but I didn't listen at all and went to her in the cabin. "Joe." she looked annoyed.

"Okay, you win." I raised my arms indicating I am giving up. "You win."

"Because I am right or because I took my clothes off. Be honest." she is always seeing through people and asked with a dose of skepticism.

"Both." I finally said and she rolled her eyes. "But you are completely right, okay. You are right that belonging to somebody isn't just physical but it does play a part too." I said and got closer to her.

"It plays part in the sex and not with getting upset at me attempting to form some sort of relationship with colleagues who can be males, too." she took the shower gel and put some on her hand, spreading it around her body.

I bit my lower lip and started helping her, caressing her body. To my surprise, she didn't tell me to get away.

"I agree." I nodded my head and slid one of my hands to her private parts and with the other, I cupped her breast.

Sophia cleared her throat.

"Hands to yourself!" she demanded but I leaned to kiss her instead.

"I am sorry, okay? But you are just so perfect that I wanna show you off to the whole world while I also want to gatekeep you." I genuinely apologized. "I know I shouldn't feel this way and I promise I am gonna work on this." I read through her eyes and I saw her cold rather annoyed look soften a bit and then she kissed my lips softly.

"Apology accepted." she finally showed her beautiful smile that can light up the whole city.

We exchanged another kiss that grew in deeper ones and not so slow-paced as we usually do. The lingering anger from the argument is still existent and can be felt in our kisses.

"Agh." Sophia moaned out loud as I put my dick in her hole. The remnants of the pique we both experienced can be felt in our sex, too. I was doing fast and deep thrusts in her because as much as I am sorry, I also have a statement to make. No other man will make her feel how I do. And I'm not gonna say it out loud because I want her to feel it.

Our bodies are glued to glass that has became extremely foggy and not just by the hot water dripping on them but also because of our hot breaths.

Sophia's legs are tied around my waist while my hands are holding the glass in front of me, so I can give her a full, deep experience.

Her moans, rougher and louder than usual, echoing through the whole bathroom mixed with my deep growls as backing vocals.

She just feels so amazing and looks the most amazing when I am the reason she feels good. And the fact that I am the only man that has ever made her feel good boosts my ego even more.

Both of us came in unison and I buried my head in her neck, breathing heavily while she arched her back and released all the moans like she just got free of the annoyance I brought to her earlier.

We stared at each other for a bit, talking with our eyes for now, faces extremely close and our hot breaths in a wind battle.

After exchanging a deep long kiss, Soph got on the ground barely holding on her feet. When I saw that for the moment she can't walk or stand straight, I took her in bridal style and marched to the bed.

"I love you." I finally said. We were hugging in bed, ready to fall asleep and since we started with the sex, we actually almost didn't say a word. I think we said more than enough before that.

Soph flashed me with her sweet smile, making me feel like the sun just rised and it's morning already although it's past midnight.

"I love you too, Joe." she replied and then I kissed her forehead. "You are the only inductee in Sophia's Hall of Fame, remember that." she giggled and I followed her too. I probably sounded like a school girl but that's the effect she has on me.

I pulled her really tight to my embrace and kissed her head, caressing her arms and didn't realize when we actually fell asleep like this.

THE END.

[hollowed-theory-hall]

hello! do you think percy would be a good minister of magic? i have been reading a fic that explores this path for the character that's amazing but i was wondering if what we know about him in canon would really allow him to be a good one

No, I don't think he'd be a good minister. Or that the position would be good for him.

Listen, I like Percy, I honestly think he's an interesting character, and I like his arc (even though I wish the ending of it would've been a little different) but that guy is not minister material.

Percy as a minister would be pretty similar to Fudge. He's a bureaucrat who'd be constantly chasing the approval of other influential people (he'd have his limits, but, he'd still do it). He is not particularly charismatic, and while he is intelligent, he's not the wisest. Specifically, because he chooses to be blind when it suits him (like, not realizing something is up with Ceouch Sr, because Percy got to do the job he wanted).

Percy idolized Crouch Sr. Percy as a minister, especially if we're immediately after the war, is going to crack down on all Death Eaters like Ceouch Sr did. Percy was out for vengeance after Fred died, and I don't think he'd be sated once the war is over. He'd 100% use his position to make life difficult for anyone associated with the Death Eaters and improve his own family's standing. What I'm saying is that he'd be pretty corrupt. Not that he'd see it as corruption, that's just how the ministry is and always was, and he'd see no issue with it because the ministry is perfect in his eyes.

(Also, I would've actually preferred seeing him step away from the ministry, at last for a bit post-canon. I think the environment there is doing Percy no favors, frankly. Him going back to work in the ministry post-canon is like going back to the abusive ex that gaslit you)

Yes, he had an arc, but his arc wasn't about seeing the faults in the system at large. I mean, I don't think he really sees the problems with the ministry as an organization.

Even post-canon, he'd think (like most characters, to be fair) that the problem in the ministry was the specific people there. That if they replaced some of the people in power, Death Eaters and Voldemort wouldn't be an issue again. He wouldn't consider that the problem is the system itself and how the ministry operates (part of that selective blindness I mentioned). It means that, just like Fudge, when Hermione or someone would come to him like: "yo, there's a problem with how this works" he'd say: "that's impossible! that's how it always worked! We can replace the person in charge and that'll fix it" and call it a day. He could be convinced to add some reforms for the sake of muggleborns, but I don't think he'd come up with them himself. And maybe he could be convinced to get the dementors out of Azkaban under the right conditions but I won't hold my breath for it.

Percy loves rules and bureaucracy, and he adores the ministry (as an organization) the way it is. He isn't going to be the solution to the WW issues.

Also, I think Percy is the kind of boss who'd be a horrid micromanager, and that is a potential recipe for disaster in the ministry. He just likes when everything is done to perfection and how he thinks it needs to be done, so he'd constantly check on his subordinates and annoy the shit out of them. I don't think he'd survive more than one term. (Hermione, might also do this as a minister — one of the reasons I'm not a fan of her as the Minister of Magic either)

Do I think his tenure as minister would damage the Wizarding World? Probably not. It'll stay more or less the same. He'd be pretty efficient in getting what he wants done, but what he wants is probably not what the Wizarding World in Britain needs.

(Though, he might just be chosen/elected because they don't seem interested in actually solving their issues, yk?)

Do I think he'd be a good minister? Not particularly. He'd be there for his term(s), not change anything big, and keep the status quo more or less intact. History would remember him as an okay if forgettable minister (like Fudge would've been remembered had Voldemort not returned in his term). Like, I think he'd be better than Fdge in certain aspects (he has more of a spine), but, like, that's a pretty low bar.

[the-uninformed-zennial]

it's not a question but i just wanted to say thank you--

when i first started watching bound i wasn't sure about how things were gonna go and what characters would grown on me but ever since i saw mo i instantly fell in love with them.

you did such a good job portraying all of the emotions in current situations, which brings me to the second to last stream-- 8 ?? EIGHT cut scenes?? zenni you. are. insane. /pos you did amazing and i can't even begin to explain how much i care about this little bird-

oh and also, thank god the ":)" was a good thing :') i love their little family

I’m so honored that you enjoyed watching my little guy. Knowing that even one person out there cares about them makes it all worth it to me💕

Also, sorry for being such a menace there in that last week lol, I just really wanted you guys to think what Mojave was thinking; that they weren’t going to make it. So much of the prep work for that stream wasn’t even the cutscenes it was planting the seed of doubt in y’all’s minds so that when we got to the climax there and Mojave asked you all to say goodbye for them it would feel like the end. Which set up perfectly for the finale.

I really appreciate you and everyone else who watched Skybound, and took time to watch Mojave’s perspective as well as everyone else’s. I know I’m one of the newer people to this crew and that definitely shows sometimes😅, but those of you who gave me and my blorbo a chance have my heart. I can’t wait to get to build on what I’ve learned from this experience and give you guys even better content in the next bound! Hope to see you there! And thanks, again 💕

[threegoldfish]

Revolutionary, that man calls Steven's words. That Steven is truly walking with Apep, he adds. Accompanied by slow claps and general approval of a crowd that seems to be more dead than alive, honestly, all of them empty-eyed with a blank expression stretching across their features.

And Steven wants to cry with how bad it feels, wants to puke with how disgusting it is, wants to ask all of them what the fuck is even going on; Especially since he didn't even mention something revolutionary here, just used his goddamn brain---

But of course he's not doing any of that, just swallows and stares like a deer in headlights when his hand is shaken, Sasha close by his side in what he does identify as a protective gesture. It helps, it really does, and yet part of Steven feels as if he's just made fate with the devil - of something even worse than Khonshu is.

"---I'll never go to the field of reeds, huh.", he thinks, swallows, and feels a soft nudge happening within his mind at his own words.

"---Steven, baby, you're playing a role here. You're doing this to keep the world safe." Marc's voice is gentle, a tone that's only meant to be heard by his partners. "Besides, look at how fucking stupid they all are - Apep must have some kind of mind-controlling power or such, stripping people of their...humanity. Intellect. No shame, doll - I think you did amazing - but you didn't exactly come up with a groundbreaking revolution here. And yet? Look at them."

Marc has a point, and no, Steven is not angry with him - because yeah, exactly what he'd been thinking about. They're so easy to... manipulate.

"Escucha mi amado - you're the first to ever enter the field of reeds when time's coming for us, cariño. You're doing a great job." And Jake means it. He would've probably broken that guy's neck already just because of how fucking annoyed he is, of those people being literal idiotas.

Taking a shuddering breath, Steven swallows; He listens to that conversation Sasha is having with that lady, begins to feel sick because of that, averts his gaze. The worst is, the longer the night goes on, the more he gets to know about the fact that every single person inside this room shares similar thoughts - wants to kill someone, to rob someone of their belongings, some even want to torture others for reasons that are definitely not justified, at all. And here they are, Sasha and him, forced to listen to this, to take it all in---

It gets even worse when that man returns who is replacing the Kendall-guy, giving him another handshake, inviting them for... another meeting? Oh god. Steven doesn't want to, he hates every second of this--- but he does feel that sheet of paper that now sits within the palm of his hand...

"T-thank you.", he manages to croak out and nods way too enthusiastically, but that man doesn't seem to care. He just steps away and Steven exhales long and slow, throwing a glance over at Sasha that hopefully tells more than he ever could while using any words. "P-please.", he whispers, his own heart beating so fast he thinks he's going dizzy with it. The air feels stuffy, hard to breathe, he's too warm and too cold at the same time and his palms are sweaty, probably soaking that sheet of paper he's still holding onto with so much force that it's getting all crumbled up---

"L-let's... lets go's... let's go, okay?"

He wants - needs - to get out. He needs to breathe. Steven knows this feeling - he's about to have a panic attack if he stays any second longer---

"Steven, bud, you're okay. You'll be alright. Take deep breaths, you'll be fine. You'll survive another day."

"---Déjame tomar el control---"

"No!" Steven blinks, realizing he's answered Jake verbally instead of inside his mind, so he clears his throat and smiley nervously at a man by his side who offers him a somewhat curious gaze, but turns around quickly again. Steven swallows, his gaze returning to Sasha---

"P-please?!"

sasha listens without looking at him, her smile growing wider and wider with each word. in a cynical way--perfect for this crowd. because it was. they would eat this rather devious suggestion up and this was their ticket in.

the crowd smirked in a way that was almost hivemind, slow out of rhythm claps sounding off around the room. it worked.

" you're a genius. " sasha purred into his ear, placing a hand on the small of his back as if to show how proud of a wife she was of her wonderful husband.

the burly man started to come closer, sasha's touch curled into a grip while she pressed her hip against his, head against his chest. seen as affectionate--verses that she intended it to be. protective. the way his heart pumped in his chest. he was nervous. she couldn't blame him.

" revolutionary. that was--revolutionary, sir. " his eyes sparkled, taking one of jasper's hands to shake in awe. " you truly... walk with apep. with your vision.. " he still shook his hand, going as far as giving him a bow. " we will begin to feel his glory. in no time. " finally letting go. he needed to make a call. they were back on track.

sasha watched the man scurry away back up the stairs, finally exhaling the breath she had been holding. disgusting delusion. what good was any of this?

she took it upon herself to turn to the tired looking woman stood near her, lashes fluttering. " so...tell me. after we start causing this chaos and our glorious god finally arises... what exactly is his promise for us? " she tilted her head, eyes boring into hers to demand an answer.

the short haired blonde woman stared at her in silence for a moment, a smile of her own slowly creeping back onto her features. she had a strong cockney accent. " well... mr.kendall told us apep says we will truly have free will. there will be no justice to stop us and we can live as we truly want. without consequence. "

sasha's smile pressed into a thin line, squinting while she pretended to giggle in delight at her words. " my, my--just as the days gone by of the snap. how I miss those days. " she knew exactly what they were referencing with all of this. but no--actually. she didn't. it was a terrible fucking time and she could shoot this woman right between the eyes right now. rage boiling just beneath the surface before catching steven's reflection in the window which calmed her down.

" s'alright, though. we'll be back to the way it were. thanks to the suggestion of your fella. " the woman tossing her chin in his direction. sasha turned around, looking him once over before giving him a nod.

" well I hope the new order is everything you want it to be. however many homes and things your heart desires. " sasha offered, fluttering her lashes. it made even her sick.

" you're tellin' me. I've been dyin' to kill my sister and her husband. she deserves it. gettin' the house after father died. well--she'll see what's coming. soon enough. " brows furrowing before she folded her arms over her chest to look out the window. guess she had much to ponder about.

many others had a similar story, sasha and steven would come to find. after their.. casual interrogations as the night went on.

eventually the man in place of mr.kendall came down, scanning the crowd for steven until he found they were thankfully still there.

" please--I'd like to formally invite you to our next meeting. mr.kendall would just love to meet you and witness the brain on you. " looking at him like he were a beautiful work of art. all for his mind. he placed a piece of paper in his the palm of steven's hand, grasping it tightly in the form of a handshake before stepping back to talk among the others.

sasha's heart hammered in her chest, having to had grown a bit quieter as the night went on. something on her mind. the meeting was essentially over anyway. guess they met sometimes casually to regroup, gather ideas and get a basic headcount on the followers.

" I think I've seen and heard enough for the night. how about you? " she frowned, not making eye contact for the moment while she adjusted her coat, clearly ready to go. the leader wasn't here anyway.

[stephantom]

This is so sick, I have to share it. The Rite of Spring by Igor Stravinsky (complete) on guitars!

So fucking dissonant and insane. (But that is really what the classical piece sounds like too, if you’ve never heard it!)

Or for lighter listening, Modest Mussorgsky’s Night On Bald Mountain covered by the same guy:

[sunset-sunbun]

fanart for Like A Wheel Ever Turning because this fic has me in a chokehold <3

(click for better quality) O ugh

i struggled so much on the smile doodle- I wanted to get the expression justttttttt right. I'm still unsure how well I did TTwTT also I'm near if not absolutely certain none of these are actual quotes from the fic just little summaries of events in my brainnn

if you want to ACTUALLY SEE THEM! THEN PLEAS PELAS PLEAS LEAS PLEASSSSSSSEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE CHECK IT OUT

fic is by @annasofthe11thdimension and they are fucking incredible <333333

[catcze]

[ 🪷🫧 ] KokoHua

I vow to love you until the end of my days, for better or worse, in sickness and in health.

My heart is yours, from now until forever.

Not even death will bury the love I hold for you, and not even time will make me forget your smile.

My princess, my love, my darling, my heart.

For now and for the rest of eternity, wherever you go, I will be by your side.

[ ! ] — yume masterpost — [ 🪷 ] Mao Hua *ೃ༄

[ ♡ ] — art by @LezissmiT on twitter / vgen

[c-hrona]

Another lil kiss from my piece for @vashwoodzine :3c

Go grab your copy, preorders are open till August 2!

[sunkissedliterarylightofchrist]

On a basic human level if you do not like the Rings of Power soundtrack, composed by the excellent Bear McCreary, I do not trust you.

[emhe67]

„I watch ‚All Creatures Great and Small‘ for the plot.“

The Plot:

[shroomerr]

HAPPY NEW YEAR !!! here's some of my fave/most popular art I did in 2024 <3

[navinskizz]

“I am here for you”

(Idk why but people don’t appreciate varadha’s side of friendship enough.He literally went against his father’s order and gave away his biggest territory for his friend’s safety. He chose to be rather humiliated, looked down and disgraced by everyone than tell why he did that. That too for over 25 years(dyk how many days that is)and he was only a 10 years old child. When his father asked him if he knew the kadha’s value,of course he did why would not he? but there was something more valuable to him. His only friend. His Bestfriend. How could he measure deva’s value to a simple kadha? He knew what would happen but still he gave it away like it was nothing cus nothing mattered except deva to him. He made his decision. He let his only friend go and he was ready if that was meant to be their last. Even If it meant his friend would be safe and he had to live alone forever. His mother had already passed away, his father dishonored him, his step siblings hated him. He was alone raising his little brother. “A Child raising a Child”. He had to be an adult before he could act his age. He had a lot of people depend upon him at such young age. He couldn’t just let himself get swept away and be carefree. He has responsibilities. If deva is ready kill and bury anyone before they even try to touch a strand of his beloved’s hair(varadha as we say😏), varadha is ready to give away his everything for his loved ones even if it means his life.)

[ominous-faechild]

Guys I literally JUST realized a thing about my autism/masking/alexithymia. I noticed there was an alexithymia tag here on tumblr and when I investigated, there was this one post listing these symptoms:

and I just--

I've had these exact, MAJOR struggles through my whole life for one.

But for two, and what's really interesting in my opinion...

Yesterday, I was having a video call with my mom. I've been off of some medications that I'm supposed to be taking because of financial issues, so my mental is NOT in a great place and I've had NO spoons for the past month. But while on call with her, she seriously, unironically, asked me if I thought I really needed the meds. Because, apparently, I "wasn't acting like I needed them" or something like that. And I'm sure I don't need to explain why that pissed me tf off.

But, like... at the time, the closest thing I could come up with for an answer was that "I have no spoons and no energy to do anything"; "I lived 17 years without meds, I kind-of know how to fake it"; and "I haven't had much socializing lately, so I have enough Social Energy™ to fake being okay right now."

Now that I'm not being put on the spot and after reading that post, I'm slowly figuring out that I've always done this. I mean, I've obviously always struggled to describe my own emotions and need to analyze my physical reactions to figure them out, but like. I'm just now starting to realize that I've really struggled to describe exactly how I'm "feeling bad" or, in fact, that I am feeling bad at all.

I mean, again, considering the alexithymia, that last part is a given. But it's kinda putting into perspective exactly how I've always had to understand "I don't have the energy to do anything" or "it's incredibly difficult to do anything" or "something deep inside of me feels Wrong™ and I can neither address nor identify it". I'd just passively have those "feelings" and struggle to continue life despite them.

It brings back thoughts of my struggles with masking, and how I was never diagnosed with autism as a child. Looking back, it should've been incredibly obvious. I had SO many of the tell-tale signs. But I guess it wasn't today, and there wasn't anywhere near as much awareness of what those signs were... but really. Textbook.

I'm sure my masking made it more difficult to recognize the signs as I got older. Hell, I even read over different "autism diagnosis checklist"s countless times, thinking to myself "oh wow it's a lot like me!... exceeeeeptttt--" and moved on from there.

I keep digressing. My point is, since discovering my autism and how it was hidden by masking, I've always wondered where my mask ends and where I begin. Most of the time, I feel like I feel nothing, even when I'm not depressed. I've been told I don't show my emotions, like when I'm happy (aka my chest is light and I feel free). That, or people can't tell when I like/dislike them (though that's partially a trauma thing). Other times, I've been told I'm smiling when I didn't even realize I was happy, much less that I was actually smiling. Some people have told me I'm incredibly easy to read, that my emotions show very clearly. But how can they when I feel like I feel nothing?

Which leads me back to what I said earlier, my conversation with my mother. How she asked if I actually need my meds because "I don't seem like I do". I guess I kind-of understand now, why she might've seen it that way. Do most people always show signs of how they actually feel? And how does the fact that I "don't feel" effect what I show?

I've wondered about that for a while. How much of how I act is because I was trained to, one way or another? How much of the emotion I show is because I learned to? Do I even show the emotions I feel? I really can't know because the people I know irl, who would better be able to tell me how I act, aren't understanding of any of these things. My older sister is lowkey ableist and thinks she sees the grand plan of the universe, my mother is too "pull yourself up by the bootstraps!!!" to accept Spoon Theory or mental health struggles, and just about everyone else in my life comes and goes as quickly as the wind.

Anyhow, this was a long rant that I've kinda had half-formed thoughts about for a while. Thanks for reading, hopefully this can help or entertain whoever stumbles upon this?

[leuxcrows]

actual book 7 chapter 6 spoilers i do not recomend opening unless you have read it because your experience WILL be ruined

have i ever told yall that to me twst is peak comedy game of the moment