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hyaciiintho · 1 year ago

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He... was joking.

Romeo remained staring DUMBLY for a moment, not quite registering the sincerity of the request. Pale lashes fluttered rapidly, hazel eyes widening as he stared on. For a moment, he opened his mouth, but his voice grew stuck in the back of his throat.

What the fuck? What the actual fuck?! What was the POINT then--

"-- You bastard." Romeo whispered, only mildly upset, though upset all the same. "Were you just... what? Stringing me along?" Fingers curled into fists at his sides, a moment's anger washing over him as he felt played for fool-- but Carlo looked so beautiful, nary an INCH from his face, all lashes and pretty freckles. Somehow, even if it had been just a GAME to him, Romeo would count himself lucky to experience even just a taste of him. Anger was quick to melt into defeat, pliant under Carlo's whim.

Yeah... he may have been the taller one, and the more outgoing of the two, but Carlo had always had him wrapped around his pretty little finger... and foolishly perhaps, Romeo had no intention of unwinding himself from the KNOT holding him in place. He would be happy to remain stuck in whatever web Carlo spun for him, regardless of what happened AFTER.

Perhaps that was why he closed the gap between them so suddenly without a word of warning, practically crashing into Carlo's face clumsily, but kissing him insistently-- SHAMELESSLY. It was as if he had suddenly remembered he was suffering a drought, and had finally been gifted RAIN. His chest clenched with unspoken affection, hands cupping either side of Carlo's face as though it were a precious lifeline. He was parched, and this was finally his sustenance.

But he wasn't a wilting flower bathing in the rain. No, Romeo was HUMAN, and he needed to breathe. Parting would mean the end of the moment, but his lungs desperately craved air, and so he did with a sharp inhale.

He remained close, still, face pressed against Carlo's own, breathing in the other deeply as if it would be the last time he would be able to.

"If this is a joke..." He trailed off, swallowing his words, knowing they held little truth. I won't forgive you, he wanted to say, but it was a blatant LIE, knowing he would come crawling back to Carlo's side, tail tucked firmly between his legs, whenever he was called. "... It's not funny." He settled for lamely, nudging Carlo's cheek with his nose, as if it would ever hold the same weight as a punch.

Once again Romeo showed the very dramatic side of his personality as he declared his friends victory and Carlo couldn't help but snicker and shake his head amused. It was quite funny and he was too tired to think about how stupid it was at the same time.

Yawning he forced himself up onto his feet and nearly would have lost his balance wouldn't have been the desk behind him to catch him. He really needed to get to his bed before he fell over something. That would be quite embarrassing after he had just stubbornly forced himself through some lesson he really could have skipped. His grades were perfect and one day of school more or less wouldn't have changed that. But a bet was a bet and Romeo was right, he barely ever lost.

Taking his books Carlo followed his friend back to their dorm and listened to his long, overdramatic announcement of his victory. The words bled together in his mind and he barely noticed if he got asked anything. Tired and with his thoughts somewhere else we was practically sleep walking the halls.

He already had an idea for what he wanted. It would make his victory kind of unnecessary but there was a difference between having to do it and challenging someone to do it. And he wanted to know why that would have been his punishment. What was going through his friends mind and what had been all the teasing yesterday been about? Maybe this wasn't the best way to figure it out but if he already got a free wish to hide his intentions with, might as well use it.

Entering their room, he dropped his books onto his bed and then turned around, suddenly standing very close to Romeo. Their noses were nearly touching and Carlo's eyes looked at him a lot more awake than just a few minutes ago. A small smile danced around his lips as he titled his head a little to the side, curls falling over his cheek.

"Since I won... I want you to kiss me." The boy announced with no shyness in his words and no hesitation in his gaze. He wanted to know. What exactly, Carlo wasn't sure but now it was too late anyway and he would not step back.

#VERSE | ROSE ESTATE 🌸 Romeo #//-CLAPS MY HANDS LIKE A SEAL- ARF ARF MOTHER FUCKERS THEY KISSED--#I'm sane. I'm normal. I'm... -VIBRATES- I AM ABSOLUTE GARBAGE AND HE IS ABSOLUTELY THIRSTY MY LAD LMAO//

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fire-bugged · 3 months ago

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The mercs reaction to being handed a kitten!

Mercenaries Are Handed A Kitten

Scout

- He’s never been around cats before. Never had any as a kid, and the base isn’t exactly a great place to keep pets.

- But the moment that little ball of fluff starts purring in his arms, his heart is melting. It’s just so cute!

- He has never felt anything so soft before, and he can’t stop smiling. Ends up trapped on the couch when they fall asleep in his lap. He doesn’t want to move and accidentally scare the little guy away.

- Also finds out the hard way that he’s allergic to cats. Cannot stop sneezing after only five minutes of petting the kitten. Worth it.

Soldier

- For the most part, he’s indifferent about cats. They’re cute, but beyond that he doesn’t have much of an opinion of them.

- But when the kitten starts play-biting him, he has the biggest grin on his face. He didn’t know cats could be so ferocious!

- Soldier now has a new favorite cadet. He trained the cat to attack ankles and leap down from high places to claw people. The only problem is that they can’t distinguish between teams very well. No one is safe from the feline terror. He’s still trying to figure out how to fix that little issue, but he’s incredibly proud nonetheless.

- The cat also gets along very well with Lieutenant Bites and the other raccoons. Maybe a little too well… they’ve learned how to sneak out of the base and tend to come home smelling of sour cream and garbage. Frequent baths are a must.

Pyro

- Absolutely ECSTATIC! They’ve always wanted a cat!

- They are immediately in love with the kitty. They spend SO much time getting cat supplies, alongside a ton of cute little cat toys, a cat tower, and a scratching post.

- Their cat is super chill. Completely unbothered by anything or anyone. Pyro uses this to their advantage to put the cat in cute little outfits sometimes. They have an entire cork board filled with photos of their cat in adorable costumes.

- The cat is allowed to freely wander the base, and Pyro loves to just follow them around and watch them do cat things. Whether it’s climbing up onto shelves, bathing itself, or just lounging in a sunbeam, Pyro enjoys hanging out with their cat.

Demoman

- When you hand him a kitten, he’s a bit hesitant at first. It’s far too dangerous to have a cat running around, the wee lad is going to be blown to smithereens!

- But to his surprise, the cat proves itself to be a fairly tough little guy. They’re able to stay out of trouble, mostly keeping to themselves and not getting into anything they shouldn’t. They’re also a skilled hunter, and single-handedly got rid of the base’s mouse problems.

- Demoman quickly took notice of how well the cat keeps rodents out of the base, and he gained a lot of respect for them. He’s a man who appreciates hard work.

- The cat is very food motivated. If anyone has food, they’ll follow them around yowling loudly until they’re given some table scraps. Demoman is the biggest sucker when it comes to this, and is the sole reason why the cat has gotten a bit fat. He can’t help it, they’re just so cute when they want something!

Heavy

- After being a mercenary for so long, there isn’t much that surprises Heavy anymore. However, he would be lying if he said he wasn’t expecting you to suddenly hand him a kitten out of nowhere.

- The little ball of fur fits perfectly in the palm of his hand. He knew cats were small, but this thing is absolutely tiny.

- Refuses to feed it kibble. Heavy’s philosophy is that if he wouldn’t want to eat it, the cat shouldn’t be expected to, either. The cat’s diet mostly consists of various cooked meats, instead.

- The cat ends up being the type to perch on his shoulders. Whether Heavy is spending time in the rec room with the others, reading, cleaning Sascha, the cat will always leap up onto his back and curl around his shoulders and neck. Heavy will always reach up to gently pet the cat before returning to whatever he was doing.

Engineer

- He’s always been a dog person, but he’s familiar with cats thanks to how often he came across barn cats back in Texas. So when he’s handed a kitten out of nowhere, he’s got a fairly good idea of how to care for it.

- The kitten is a bit timid at first, but with a bit of patience, gentle encouragement, and tasty cat treats, Engineer is able to get the little guy to come out of their shell.

- The cat is an absolute cuddle-bug. They love to sit on his lap while he writes out new blueprints for his buildings. They like to swat at his pencil while he’s trying to write.

- The cat also likes to lay on top of the dispensers around the base. It’s one of their favorite places to nap.

Medic

- Medic is a bird person, not a cat person. The moment he’s handed a kitten, he immediately becomes a bit nervous. He doesn’t mind cats, but he doesn’t want them anywhere near his birds.

- He’ll likely find a new home for the cat with one of his teammates. So long as the cat is kept far away from his surgical ward and private quarters, then he’s fine.

- He may be able to cheat death in countless ways, but he hates the thought of his doves getting hurt. He’s not going to take that chance.

Sniper

- When he’s initially handed the kitten, he has no idea what to do with it. He’s never had a cat before. The only pet he’s ever had was a Spotted Python he had as a kid.

- The cat is very timid at first, running and hiding whenever someone comes close. Sniper can’t help but sympathize with the poor thing. It’s clearly scared and doesn’t understand what’s going on.

- He starts trying to gain its trust by leaving food in places close to where it likes to hide, and keeps his distance from those places. He never tries to approach the cat, not wanting to scare it away. As time goes on, the cat eventually starts to realize that Sniper isn’t a threat, and becomes curious instead. Sometimes, it even creeps up to him and gives him a cautious sniff, only to immediately run away the moment Sniper notices it.

- Progress is slow, but eventually Sniper is able to pet the cat for the first time without them being scared. They even begin to purr, and Sniper cracks a smile at the sound. All it took was a little time and patience.

Spy

- He had a couple of cats in the past, and he loved them very dearly. He hasn’t had a cat in years, but the moment the little kitten is in his hands, he can’t help but immediately fall in love with it.

- He’ll pretend he didn’t and act annoyed about having to look after it. But when you come back a couple hours later to check on him, that cat is melting in his lap and purring louder than a chainsaw.

- Absolutely spoils this cat. Only the highest-quality wet foods for them, as well as the plushest of cat beds to sleep on. However, the cat still prefers to sleep in his lap. Good thing he keeps a lot of lint rollers handy.

- He is also allergic to cats. He does have medication to help with it, though, so it doesn’t bother him as much.

#team fortress 2 #tf2 #tf2 x reader #scout tf2 #pyro tf2 #soldier tf2 #heavy tf2 #demoman tf2 #engineer tf2 #medic tf2 #sniper tf2 #spy tf2 #my writing #fire-bugged

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thrashkink-coven · 2 months ago

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There’s something very comforting about when you finally settle into your witchy routines and rituals to the point where you don’t have to think about them very much anymore. They just become another part of my every day. Gotta brush my teeth, take the garbage out, give offerings to the old Gods, wash dishes etc.

And sometimes my magical routines feel less “magical”. Like these aren’t “special activities“ they’re just chores, routines, things I gotta do just cause. Not in the bad way where I don’t enjoy it anymore, just in the way that it’s extremely normalized.

and then randomly the whimsy and magic will just get turned back on and I’ll be like damn I really am a witch huh. Like ooohh my crystals look so pretty. Gathering apples for my demon friends, sweeping my altar, aha I’m such a witchy guy. Might say some magic words ooh might draw some sigils and light some candles lol. so fun!

A couple weeks or so will go by and I won’t have very much contact or conversation with Lucifer at all, like I’ll still give my daily offerings and whatnot but I just won’t *feel* him around very much, which is totally okay. I’m just like hm, wonder what he’s up to. Hope he comes back soon. Miss you ❤️❤️ and I don’t feel like one of his disciples really, I’m just a guy that likes Lucifer. Just a normal lad with a little crush. Ain’t nothing special ain’t no thang

and then randomly at 4:25pm on a Wednesday afternoon the wind will hit me just right and the sunset will twinkle in a certain way and I’m just SLAMMED with SO MANY feelings and vibes and become absolutely overwhelmed with how much I adore him and how happy I am to be in his presence. and I’m like YES i am A PATRONED CHILD OF LUCIFER FFFFUCCK YEAHHH this is so fuckin cool. My king? My king is here? with me!!!??!! WWOOOWWW i am an on my hands and knees 🙏

This always happens during this time of year. Near the end of Summer I’ll feel him going further and further away from me and then as soon as early autumn starts to hit he’s SO present and dominating

and I’m like !!!! yippee!!! You’re back!!!! I missed you sm!!!! 💕💖

and it’s multiplied by 1000x whenever he’s like “yes I am back, and I have so many more things to show you ☺️” LIKE YES!!!!!! ITS WORK TIME AGAIN !!! YYYEAASSSS!!!!

It’s spooky season, the leaves are yellowing, The Death Gods are taking back their dominance. The shadows are growing larger. Oh boy oh boy. WE ARE SO BACK.

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cillyscribbles · 8 months ago

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munkuposting (metastrap?) for the jellinclined (i am so sorry)

you tell me i'm insane but i know my truth and my truth is that munkustrap wants to help her. he wants to reach out and help her up like he just helped jennyanydots during her song. he leans down and it's not just so he can look at her better. it's not just cause there's no point to his defensive stance here except for her to see, for him to communicate she's unwanted, and he knows it. shit dude the guy can't look her in the eyes for longer than 5 seconds.

like come on. munkustrap's running after old deuteronomy and the rest of the older/less agile cats so much in this goddamn film he might as well be Munkustrap the Mobility Aid Cat. man knows what he wants in life and that's going on as many walks with senior citizens hanging off his arm as physically possible and neither god nor the heaviside layer will stand in his way.

his responsibility's a whole different thing, though. look at the lad puffing up when grizabella shows up. that's a guard he uses against perceived threats like macavity and it's well and warranted then, but what in the name of ye olde cat gods is the old lady gonna do? garbage stink them all to death? it's performative as hell on purpose. both of them know she's not gonna jump him and he doesn't need to protect himself or his fellow cats from her physically.

in the macavity scares, odd as it might look on a person, The MunkuStance™ is a genuine threat. he's up above everyone else or he's one of the few cats on the stage, he's spreading himself out to look bigger, he HISSES lmao.

look at the lad. hissssss lmao i love him.

not only is he saying i won't hesitate bitch he's also establishing himself as The Guy You Fight. if you're an outsider looking in, you're probably not gonna notice Mr Mistoffelees Scampering Through The Pipes Again, but you sure as hell are gonna see the Snarling Tabby Fresh From Hell hopping around in the middle of the stage with his legs 16 kilometers apart at all times. and okay, doing that for the entire musical sure is a Choice, but it's a Character Choice, and mr michael gruber the man you are. the star that you are. i want to send him flowers and chocolate and a card. i would greatly like to do that.

with grizabella though? jesus christ she's about as threatening as a patchy sock. it's not even his first instinct to go Tall Big Puffy when he's trailing after her because there's genuinely nothing to defend against there.

he just sort of slowly stands into it as though he's forgotten he was supposed to be Protecting for a second. the stance, the threat, all that's only there to set a dynamic. it's there to say you're not one of us, we don't like you, please go away, but he's half-assing it so much it loses all its i won't hesitate bitch and turns into i have never hesitated so hard in my entire life. he still establishes himself as The Guy You Fight, but it's obvious grizabella isn't about to fight anyone, so now he's just The Guy She's Staring In Incredulous Longing At, and he can't even hold her gaze for long enough to pretend it's not getting to him because at his core he's not a bad person and he knows that all this is kind of a Dick Move.

this is what makes munkustrap so dummy god tier as a character to me. he may wish he could help grizabella. hell he may even want her back, if not as openly as old deuteronomy does. when all the cats scuttle away and turn their backs to grizabella before memory reprise, munkustrap never even fucking bothers ?? like he's straight up just watching her, and then later watching old deuteronomy watch her like with the most somber wee eyebrows up so can we finally do something about this expression i've ever seen on a performer lmao.

but that means nothing without the approval of the entire tribe! absolutely nothing! because munkustrap, in that regard, is exactly like old deuteronomy: what he wants comes second to what the jellicles want. it's harder to see in him because old deuteronomy is mostly up on the tire being cat jesus and munkustrap mingles with the rest of the ensemble way more, but it's really obvious when you look. they defer to his leadership, but he defers to their collective decisions.

he moves mistoffelees away from grizabella (just like the rest of the older cats) because mistoffelees doesn't know any better and grizabella is untouchable, but then he stalls and waits when demeter reaches out to her. like, i'm pretty sure he would've just let her touch grizabella right then and there. had demeter been a little less aware of the fact that this was the first 30 minutes of the musical, i'm pretty sure she would've just taken grizabella back in right then and there and memory wouldn't have even been necessary. munkustrap sure wasn't about to do shit about it.

he's actively leaning back to give her space!! (i know logistically that it's mr michael giving an opening for ms aeva to execute her Conflicted Scuttle Away but munkustrap is still leaning back however you put it so i'm right automatically. haw yee)

i'm fascinated by it specifically because this way it's almost as though munkustrap is an extension of the jellicle collective, if that makes sense. obviously he's the narrator so we can't give him a complex emotional storyline if we want to keep the aryas in single digits, but in turn this means that now he's a character who chooses to forgo his own feelings in favour of those of his community, and that's just, man, that's just. man. ca(s)t of all time for real. a guardian and a weapon and a storyteller and a teacher and not one of those for his own sake. Man.

tl;dr, old deuteronomy can be hella proud of his kid, and i can eventually stop crying. also here are the gifs of him finally getting to comfort grizabella a little. experience emotions with me.

unfortunately i have similar (if slightly less rambling) thoughts on tugger and why he's constantly being such a massive cunt to grizabella lmao. if you guys are unfortunate enough i may subject myself to the giffing and writing of that post too. toodlepip ✌️

#jellicle cats #cats 1998 #cats the musical #munkustrap #grizabella #because lets be honest this isnt much in terms of art or writing lmao #woe. long post be upon ye #but tumblr usually shortens these one these days anyway

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yamchaisawesome · 1 year ago

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I feel like Gerson is under appreciated. Like, he’s surprisingly well developed for how little time we get with him.

In undertale, he’s effectively the monster equivalent of an old man doing a massive yard sale, getting rid of shit he doesn’t need. However, due to his old man status “studying history sure is easy” and so he’s the only guy who tells you about the prophecy of the angel and the delta rune, as well as about Boss Monsters.

He also casually mentions he was a war hero back in the day, the Hammer of Justice. Now, two of the items in his shop are the torn notebook and cloudy glasses. These are both items belonging to the human soul of perseverance. Now, he could’ve just picked them up from trash zone, buuut it seems just as likely that he killed that human himself.

This is possibly why he is not in the least bit scared of you on the genocide route. Like, at all. He spits such raw lines as “I wouldn’t buy your chitzy garbage at knifepoint”. He also seems oddly self aware, like more than sans, saying he knows the player cannot kill him while in his shop when threatened. This absolute mad lad will charge you full price for his wares and there’s absolutely nothing you can do about it, and he fucking knows it.

Utter Chad right here.

#undertale #Gerson #hammer of Justice #ut/dr #kinda curious if we’ll learn more about him in deltarune #important

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qqueenofhades · 5 months ago

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what’s rook and rose, do i need to read it

kristen likes book

Kristen. Kristen I am disappoint. How have you possibly missed ALL THE SCREAMING I have done about this before??? Shame. SHAME.

Anyway, this is book one of Rook and Rose:

The other two are The Liar's Knot (book 2) and Labyrinth's Heart (book 3). I waited very impatiently for Labyrinth's Heart (it came out last August) and then descended into a fit of unhinged screaming that had SO many of my followers go "okay I'll read it" and then "oh no." It is an epic fantasy trilogy filled with so many things I love:

Fat Ass Books (each one is 600+ pages);

An incredible and well-built world that's basically Magical Venice (the authors are both anthropologists);

A unique and interesting magic system;

Excellent writing;

Complex political and social intrigue;

GARBAGE DISASTER BISEXUAL MEN (DEROSSI VARGO MY MOST BELOVED) WHO ARE APPROPRIATELY GAGA OVER THEIR TOUGH BADASS LADIES;

Sass!

Costumed vigilante anti-imperial superheroes!

An OT3 which made me lose my ever living mind in steadily less coherent increments, especially during book 3!

The occasional Absolutely Mad Lad plot development that left me wondering wtf had just happened but also enjoying it;

AND SO MUCH MORE!

The end result of all this screaming, apparently, was that unbeknownst to me until this very morning, when they reblogged something from me, I went WAIT A WHOLE ASS SECOND, and then went WAIT WHAT, is that one of the co-authors of the trilogy follows me here on ye olde Tumblr. To which I say: OH NO and also, I REGRET NOTHING.

So yes. Read it. Readdddddd ittttttt. The end.

#this-too-too-sullied-flesh #ask #rook and rose

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sharpilu · 7 months ago

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KILLSQUAD REFS YAAAAAYYYYY

hcs for the lads belowww :3

The Hunter

he/him. one of the only two strict he/hims (the other is Monk lol)

i like to think he holds spears on his back via sticking them between his rot cysts

vivisection scar :) i love NSH being absolutely awful to animals lmao

i like to think of Hunter as a stoic warrior type. selfless and caring, but keeps to himself alot

idk i dont got much else for the lil guy lmao

The Spearmaster

they/he. mostly cause they/them Spears is peak but i keep accidentally calling them a he lmao

i like to think Spears was an escaped experiment from NSH. we know SRS didn't make him, cause they talk about being repulsed by him at first, and i doubt they'd be like that about something THEY made

Spears i like to think is just. tired. like the main character of a crime drama who's a detective lmao

also a little bandana as a sort of branding, so no matter what, iterators know who to send them back too

The Artificer

she/her. scary mama

while drawing her i ended up making her kinda chonky, and that gave me an idea- what if she's explosive resistant because she has a large amount of fat? so it like, cousions her from the impact.

i like to think Arti used to be an absolute sweetheart prior to her kids dying. like, grandma down the street who makes cookies for the neighborhood sweet. then her kids died and all the love in her body is gone sjiodskdf

nowadays i think if she ran into a slugpup, she'd still be a decent mother to them, but she'd probably scare them pretty quick. she doesn't have the same gentleness she used too, and would opt in for teaching the kid how to fight rather then carry them away from danger. would probably teach them to hunt their own food so she doesn't have too

she probably smells like a dumpster fire. like, literally. garbage on fire. that's what she smells like

#rw hunter #rw spearmaster #rw artificer #rain world fanart #rain world #rw fanart #rw designs #hey look art

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azureflight · 21 days ago

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My God Oshi no Ko, what a garbage ending!

I cannot believe Aka Akasaka just wrote about: A depressed, suicidal char who never had any real love or real bonds get killed and then get reincarnated. Get that love and those bonds, have so many friends, family, allies who love and support him, care for him, want to protect him, only for the char to just go and fucking kill himself anyway for no reason. AND trying to pass that shit off as some sort of noble sacrifice instead of the absolutely moronic suicide it is.

WTF is this garbage? No seriously, wtf is this? WTF is the message here?

"These depressed fucks could never make it even if given a second chance, lmao fuck them"?

"Suicide is totally cool and great bro"?

"I can't write a half-decent ending even if my life depended on it"?

I cannot fucking believe how absolutely garbage this is. Wew lad. After a whole ass manga of solving problems and saving lives and careers by keeping an eye on people, supporting friends, rubbing 2 braincells together, just go and randomly die.

Aqua ain't protecting shit. I don't fucking care how many times you tell me what a genius plan and glorious sacrifice this is. It is none of those things. It's stupid and completely needless. Aqua literally died because he didn't wanna make a plan with Akane and Ichigo. He literally killed himself because he couldn't be arsed asking for help from someone who literally owes their life to him and have repeatedly confirmed it to him that yes, she will help him with everything and will protect him.

But nah. "I'll rather die than slightly inconvenience anyone."

"OMG Aqua, what a great sacrifice."

FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU AKA AKASAKA. HOW FUCKING DARE YOU!

4 Fuckıng years and you couldn't come up with a better ending than glazing mindless suicide? You absolute bellend.

Remind me to never read anything from this clown ever again. What an absolutely disgusting ending. Pure garbage.

#oshi no ko #onk

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steviebbboi · 4 months ago

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The Defiance

Pairing: Nick Gant x Original Female Character (OFC)

Summary:

Adroits. The myth of a single individual holding multiple talents. The Division agency thought they could control them. All of the 'mutants'. Clara Miller plans to take charge on this war. Most people called it, The Defiance. [ONE-SHOT]

Disclaimer(s): I do not own Push nor do I own any characters other than Clara! I wrote this in 2014 when I was but a wee lad - that said, I edited this best I could lol but this work is unbeta'd.

Warnings: This has some mild depictions of violence/violent acts/harm against others. Largely angst and action ahead, not much romance but maybe if you squint!

Additional Note: We need more Nick Gant fics! Cassie isn't featured but she is mentioned!

A shout full of anger, determination and pride seeped into her middle ear. It amplified to the point where she couldn't even cover her ears anymore. She ceased in her frantic movements and finally lay still on the ground…numbing into the abyss of limbo.

Clara gasped as she came out of the vision. A tear rolled down her cheek out of absolute fright. She looked down at her hands where the broken plate in her vision held still intact, yet ready to drop. Her face turned pale as she realized that she envisioned her own fate.

With a shaky breath, she put the plate back in the sink, not even bothering to turn off the tap. She raced upstairs, filled up her duffel with anything that she could put her hands on. The pounding on her door could be heard once she had reached the bottom of the stairs. She quickly ran outside and hid behind the large garbage disposal.

Clara held her breath as a Bleeder peered outside. He swept his gaze over the dark backyard carefully before he went back inside. Releasing a relieved exhale, she then waited an hour till she knew that they were gone. Clara knew what she had to do next.

She needed to find Cassie Holmes.

6 months later…

Panting slightly, Clara rested her hands on her knees. Japan, London-- Paris. She went everywhere to look for Cassie Holmes. Yet, she didn't appear.

“She could have a shadow on her.” She groaned softly at the realization. An intense pressure abruptly crashed on her as she reeled forward as the next vision hit. It went as quickly as it came. This time, it was on a more positive note. She and Cassie were talking. Actually talking.

Catching her breath, she ran down another hidden alleyway within the depths of the Hong Kong region. No idea of where she was really going, just had the ideal focus that she would find her way or stumble upon her next clue. Faintly hearing footsteps behind her, Clara picked up the pace and settled behind a dumpster. She found herself peeking out to check the vacant space to see if it was clear of danger. Thinking that she’s in the clear, she stumbled upon the public area once more into a street market.

Shouts and tones of demand echoed the streets as she noticed apartment complexes standing just up ahead. A weird knowing feeling took over her body with a shudder. Her intuition taking over her body, she started towards this 5-story tall building and approached the gray shadowed hallway. Walking slowly, she walked past steel doors one by one until she felt her feet stop in front of the last one.

Clara turned to face the door and cocked her head to the right. Another brief vision hit her of a white man and Cassie standing in the very spot that she was standing. Her vision blurred out into black before she opened her eyes, not even noticing when she closed them. She so desperately wished her visions could show her more of a scene. But her visions were only as strong as she was capable of being.

Feeling a sense of alert, she hesitantly knocked. She heard footsteps and then a brief pause behind the door. As the door opened, Clara refrained from letting a laugh out but she couldn’t help but smile in relief. Even if a gun was now being pointed at her.

"You could put it down. I'm not Division." She tried not to be offended when he still didn't lower the gun.

"Who are you?" The man questioned warily.

She simply stared back at the man and responded awkwardly, "My name is Clara Miller.”

The man looked closely at her before tucking the gun into his jeans. "What do you want?" He bluntly asked.

She fidgeted a bit before responding. "I...I'm just looking for someone-"

Clara drew back a bit as and exhaled sharply as another brief vision hit. It showed the man. He sat up on his bed and sighed. He got up and Moved the cup that was on his bedside table all the way over to the kitchen sink. It cut to him moving a small black box. Clara felt her own body jump back into the present with a jolt of shock at what she Saw. She needed that box.

"You're a second generation Mover." She spewed out on impulse.

The man didn't look surprised. "And you're a Watcher. Fantastic.”

Clara cleared her throat at his derision and looked at his placid face through her eyelashes. "I'm currently looking for someone. Her name…–her name is Cassie Holmes...would you happen to know where she is? It's really important."

At hearing her plight, he seemed to clench his jaw in a threatening stance but suddenly changed back into a calm demeanor.

Clara’s eyes widened before narrowing into a knowing gaze, “Gotcha.” She thought to herself.

The man met her narrowed gaze with one of his own before answering, "Sorry, can't help you. I have no idea who the girl is."

She looked at her feet disappointed. Naively, she thought that he would cooperate. Although she was intimidated by the man’s blaise denial, she was suddenly flooded with a burst of confidence. Looking back into his eyes with a determined glint, she responded, "You see, I can't help but not believe you."

They stared at each other in silence and after a few seconds, she interrupted the tension brewing in the space. "I am, sorry, about this." She muttered quietly.

Clara quickly reached into her beach bag and pulled out a gun. Only, it hovered in mid air with a simple thrust of her hands.

The guy’s eyes widened slightly at the move, but he quickly composed himself. Letting out a reluctant sigh, he put his hands up. All while keeping her eyes on him, Clara reached out towards the gun in his pants, grabbed it and tossed it into her bag. She proceeded to move into the dingy apartment as the man moved back slowly.

"Thought you said you were a Watcher." He stated, gazing intensely at Clara.

She shook her head slowly, "No. You did."

She came inside and shut the door without using her hands. She kept the gun pointed at him, as she rummaged through his drawers, filled with clothes, money, and endless amounts of junk and dust. Clara stopped tersely before slamming her hands atop the drawer table. She made a sound in the back of her throat which resembled a whimper.

"It should be here," she muttered repetitively.

Now out of focus, the gun fell and Moved into the man's hands as he used her distraction to manipulate the gun. He immediately pointed it at Clara. Getting her body ready for a fight, she turned with her hands posed before she heard the click of the gun that seemed to make her pause momentarily.

"How did you know that 'it' was supposed to be here?" He asked menacingly.

She sighed impatiently and rolled her eyes, "YOU said that I was the Watcher. Remember?"

"But you never denied it." The man carried a smirk on his face and quickly retorted with complete confidence.

Clara blankly looked at him and realized that she was beaten at her own game. She was hit, again, with superfluous colors that specified an image; it kept rolling like a film in her head. That's when she froze and stared at the man with incredulous eyes.

"What is it?" He asked hesitantly.

"You're him. You do know Cassie...the person I'm looking for,” Clara paused at her realization. “You lied to me... you're Nick Gant."

Nick stared at Clara with a grimace until he pointed 2 firing shots into the ceiling above her and quickly pointed the gun at her again. “Move.” He ordered.

Clara, having shrunken back slightly at the abrupt sound, flinched and stood up straight as he jabbed the gun at her once more. She silently stood up straight and walked towards the door. Before she could open it, he told her to wait.

Nick went in front of her, still securing her place with his gaze, and slightly opened the door while looking left and right to secure the perimeter. He opened the door wide before motioning at her to move forward. Clara looked down at her feet with a clenched jaw before stiffly moving out of the dingy apartment. Nick silently motioned for her to go downstairs to the exit of the complex.

Once they reached the streets and sidewalks of Hong Kong, Nick put the gun in the front of his waistband while forcibly gripping Clara’s forearm and said to her quietly, “Let’s go.”

They were quiet for some time until Clara mustered up the courage to ask, “Where’s Cassie?”

They faltered in their step a bit as Nick slowly gathered into a secluded area of the street. He gripped Clara’s arm tighter to face him. He clenched his teeth and said, “I don’t know.”

She looked at him for a second in bewilderment. “You don’t know?” she stated rather than asked.

Nick looked in her eyes and proceeded to throw her off, “She left. 2 years ago. I woke up and she was gone.”

Clara began to shake her head, “No, no– that can’t be. I Saw you with her.”

Nick frowned but grabbed her arm again in shock, “What-- where?! Tell me.”

“Ow! I don’t know! Why do you think I came to your apartment?! I knew that I had to go to your door…don’t ask me why but…I just felt that I could trust you.” She spoke as she looked into his eyes but then drifted her gaze down to her arm that he was grabbing tightly and looked back at him. “Though, I’m less sure of that now.” She told him smartly.

Nick looked at his hand and let go of her arm, slowly. “I’m sorry, it’s just hard to trust anyone these days. You know why.”

Clara rotated her arm at instinct and broke the intense moment. “Relax. As I said before, I’m not Division. I’m running from them myself.”

Nick fixed his stare as if he remembered something. “Right. That little stunt you pulled before. I didn’t think people like you actually existed.”

She retorted, “People like me?”

“Yes. You know damn well what I mean. Adroits.” He sneered back at her.

Clara staggered back at his brutal tone. Adroits. Very able or skilled. That was how people like her were described. People who were…multi- talented. Adroits were a mere story. A myth. Nobody truly believed they existed in the mutant world. Well, except a few people. Those people are Division. Adroits were listed at Divisions’ top priority list. They halt whatever and whoever they would be working on, just for that small alert on the location of an Adroit. That’s how Clara came to this situation. Someone either reported on her somehow or something else tipped them off to her location.

She stared down at the wet pavement morose and explained, “Someone tipped them off. Neighbor or stranger—I don’t know. But they know me now. I had to run. After I left, I arrived in Japan. I was hit by a vision of me with a blonde girl. The blonde girl. Cassie Holmes. Everyone knows about the two of you, you know. The people who defied Division rule,” Nick didn’t respond to her comment other than tilt his head away briefly before silently signaling for her to continue. “I don’t know where we were but I knew I was intoxicated. I don’t know what it was but she was gripping my head, repeatedly reassuring me, “”It’s alright, Clara. It’s over.” “

She stopped talking to draw her gaze up to his face. Tears were over the edge of her eyes, waiting to fall as she continued, “I keep having the same exact vision and I think it’s because I’m getting closer to her. In my visions, she was also gripping a key. I felt it…right on my temple. I thought she and it would be here.” Her voice broke on the last word and she swallowed down a sob. “That’s what I was looking for earlier but it was never there, was it?” Tears now spilling down her cheeks, she wiped at her face despondent.

Nick quickly softened at Clara’s tearful expression, and was finally looking at her. He saw a woman. A terrified woman who feared for her life, who was confused, disoriented and heading towards the brink of falling over the cliff of panic. Maybe she already fell.

A flash of a young, 13-year old Cassie asking for his help came into his mind. Clara didn’t realize that the similarities between the woman in front of him and of Cassie six years ago is what ultimately made Nick decide to help her.

She let out a small, dry sob. “Please. I don’t know what’s going on and what it has to do with me. I just need to find Cassie and the key, please.”

A flood of empathy had Nick pulling the woman he barely knew into his chest and into his embrace.

“I’ll help you. Don’t worry, we’ll find her.” He whispered as he rested his hand on the back of her head.

Clara proceeded to let out small sobs while her shoulders shook. The two stayed in that position for a long time until Clara sniffed and relaxed enough to put her hand on his arm around her. “Thank you.” She looked up at him and gave him a grateful smile.

Nick nodded with a frown and came out of his slight stupor, taking his arms away from her. “We need to go to a safe place, ok? I have a feeling now that my apartment isn’t exactly ideal.”

She shrugged half-heartedly, “Sorry about that.” Nick looked at her and let out a small laugh, “C’mon, I think I know a place where we can go for now,” while slowly jogging away with her following.

“So, what’s this key you’re talkin’ about?” Nick asked her as they seated inside a Chinese, dim-sum restaurant, eating silently. He figured that they would need to replenish their energy after such a charged first meeting.

Clara ate her food quickly as she was famished and all before responding, “I’m not sure. I just know that it was there at the time. As an…Adroit—,” she stopped shortly before saying the word, “I could feel, well, essentially See, the emotional attachment that one would have to things, people…I mean, the list could go on.”

“Huh,” Nick let out in wonderment. “Can you sense the relationship between me and this bowl?” He teased curiously, half-joking to add brevity to the tension brewing.

Clara swallowed her food quickly, “No. But I could see the relationship you have with this food in front of us,” she leaned her arms on the table. “I could see that you would go without eating for days due to your financial struggles. I could feel the hunger you had to endure to survive and the suffering you feel when you look at food. Specifically, dim-sum, because this is your favorite. Isn’t it?” Clara knowingly ended while resuming to eat.

Nick simply stared at her with his mouth slightly ajar. “You’re good.” He spoke after a few seconds, choosing to ignore her tellings, interrupting the depressing tone set around them.

“I’m flattered. I’m still a 2nd generation, you know.” She responded sarcastically.

“Clearly, well done.” His tone matched hers. She merely smiled at him before going back to her food.

“Do you have any idea of where Cassie would have gone?” Nick asked.

“Honestly, no. However, I still feel her energy surging through the streets. That means that she is currently here. In Hong Kong.” Clara told him while finishing her food and getting up, preparing to leave.

Nick looked up at her while also getting up, throwing down a few bills. “So, she’s definitely here. Makes you wonder why.”

Clara looked at him and said, “For you.” Nick stopped to look at her in confusion. “Nick, there’s something out there. A war is coming. It’s between Division and us. The ‘mutants’. It’s spreading and quickly. Now, it seems like Division is winning. They’re coming for everyone, Nick and maybe. Just maybe, Cassie picked up on this to warn you. To let you know that it’s coming.”

Nick stared at Clara as she continued walking down the dimly lit street. “What is this war? Why?”

Clara slowed down until they were right next to each other. “Division seems to have concentrated some type of antidote. Before, they’d do anything to hunt us down to experiment. Well they don’t need to anymore. They seem to be using it on unsuspecting mutants and rumors are that it works. Now, we all know that being like…this, isn’t exactly easy,” Nick hummed in agreement.

“However, these gifts make us who we are. We may not like it, we may be confused on how to live with it, but it’s apart of us. Division wants to suddenly take it away? We wouldn’t tolerate that and you know it. We’re stubborn and for the sake of us, we’re fighting back.” Clara ended with a certain vindication that Nick couldn’t help but admire.

A prideful smile grew on his face as he realized that he couldn’t help but agree with the sentiment. It was about time.

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formulatrash · 6 months ago

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I kid you not when I was looking at old pics of Paul Di Resta I was like yeaaaaaah this is 1000% some teenager's crush back then cause he was really giving Boyband

oh yeah very much so. he was in junior series when I was a teenager (we're the same age) and was like, Extremely A Lad in the way a lot of drivers aren't and also often hanging around with Susie then-Stoddart (now Wolff) who obv, huge crush. then I sort of lost track of him when he was in DTM because if there's one thing I absolutely will not watch it's DTM (sorry to the lovers but no) and by the time he showed up in F1 in 2011 it was like when the boyband member's managed to sort themself out a bit and get a good haircut and that.

even years later I was very excited to interview PDR when he did the FE rookie test because omg, swoon etc but unfortunately he had turned into Modern Day Paul di Resta, a certified Hater (derogatory, since the things he hates are all things I like such as Lewis and Lando) and he was super rude and gave garbage quotes.

whatever. he got beaten on times by a then-12-year-old Max Günther in a Dragon even though he was in a Jaguar. get over yourself, Paul.

my actualactual teenage F1 crush poster-on-the-wall was Nick Heidfeld, who is the nicest man in the whole world so some taste redemption there. was just trying to find a picture of his terrible mullet (beloved) and instead came up with this image of him and his granny, thank you BMW press office.

Sauber need to bring back iconically deranged content, Valtteri and Zhou would clearly be entirely up for it.

Google image search also reminded me that we used to be a proper sport with completely useless button-up-down-the-front fireproof thermals that served nothing but an aesthetic role:

Das Beardking you have never missed. except in terms of pixels, of which this image has a maximum 5.

#f1 asks #paul di resta #nick heidfeld

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echoarts03 · 2 years ago

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Human!Mascots & Some Headcanons

My top 4 favorite lads together! Stinger Flynn is definitely my favorite, but the other 3 need to fight for the spot of number 2, because I have no clue who is in second place XD

Note: I do not support the Euphoric Brothers in any way. I will not buy any of their games and will only watch playthroughs. I will not buy any merchandise, and I will not speak positively of them. I love the game, but not the makers.

Don't steal my art, or I promise I WILL find out and I WILL break your knees.

My Thoughts on Garten of Banban (below the cut)

This game...THIS GOD FORSAKEN GARBAGE GAME has caught my attention. Maybe it's my absolute LOVE for Mascot Horror, or perhaps I just enjoy games that make me laugh, (whether intentional or not by the devs) but I love Garten of BanBan, and...God help me, but I'm doing fanart now. Not as much as Cuphead, but it's here LOL.

Luckily, the newer chapters are definitely an improvement from the first. When it was just chapter 1 I was like, "Oh god, this is horrendous." But once chapter 2 came out I was like "Okay, let's see where this is going..."

Now, we have chapter 3, and I am hooked on this stupid yet weirdly charming game!

I am, oddly enough, excited for Chapter 4 mostly because I want to see Sheriff Toadster. (Don't ask why, I'm just as confused as you probably are with this statement.)

Anyways, enjoy this human AU art since I can't draw normal fanart! XD

#GOBB Human AU #Garten of Banban #Garten of Banban 3 #Garten of Banban Stinger Flynn #Garten of Banban Banban #Garten of Banban Nabnab #Garten of Banban Jumbo Josh #Stinger Flynn #BanBan #Nabnab #Jumbo Josh

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tumbleweedtech · 7 months ago

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WIP Game: Family don't end with blood 👀❤

oh dear. The one, the one of these that's dearest to my heart. Okay. Well, we're given so little about Soap. He has a cousin. That's it. So that cousin is now mine, I named him Robbie, he's adorable.

Well, mine, in that I coparent this entire mess of a soldier with @piranhaincaps who is absolutely responsible for at least half of all the headcanons surrounding him. And of course, in order to write Soap's cousin we had to roll it allll the way back to pre-enlistment Soap. So we looked at dates, ages, likely ages of peers and acknowledging that the 141 are likely more exceptional/promoted a bit earlier/faster than most. So we're in 2007? But I suspect most people would click for Johnny, not so much my OC, so. Little bit of baby Soap below the cut:

Note: Johnny is a foster kid who stumbled into finding a family who cares for him. This snip is the very beginning of that trust. Johnny's safe, but there's big feelings involved so he's gonna cry a little about it.

Unfortunately, while the piles of tinned meals was useful for a fast meal it meant that the garbage was piled quite high. Robbie had neglected to tell him the pickup day and Johnny had been awoken by the rumbling crash of the truck driving away. Well, fuck. Johnny stood on the pavement watching the truck slowly trundle down the road. “They come earlier every week.” A short woman with long, severely braided brown hair came to stand beside him, hands on her hips. He couldn’t help startling at her sudden appearance, looking down at her carefully assessing eyes. They were a deep blue, brow furrowed as she turned her attention from the departing truck to him. “Ye’ll be Robbie’s kin, then?” Johnny just nodded, swallowing heavily. She nodded, and waved at her bins. “Bring those up. I’ll put the kettle on.” She was tactile, and it burned every time she put a gentle hand on his, or patted his shoulder and she puttered around the small kitchen. He found himself with a cup of tea, the tin of ginger cookies left uncovered for his perusal as she chattered about her trip. It was hard to follow the names of people he’d never met, but she didn’t seem bothered. She slid a plate in front of him, “Have a piece, lad. Then tell me how you actually met my Bobby.” She didn’t ask for details he didn’t provide, she simply slid a few more cookies onto his empty plate. It was easier to talk when you weren’t watched, and she seemed to know that. He told her about sneaking onto the base, about getting caught. He told her about Robbie moving the car even though he had the keys. She laughed for a solid minute at that, patting him on the shoulder. It was, looking back, rather funny. “He wouldnae left ye, ye ken?” The impulse was there to agree, the placating nod and smile that settles adults into believing you were polite and good and malleable. Robbie picked him up now two weeks ago, and left him in his flat with more cash than Johnny had ever seen at once in his flat. Thankfully she didn’t seem to need an answer, just gave him a gentle tug on the shoulder. Johnny melted into her hug, wrapping his arms around her waist and hiding his face in the enormous sweater she wore. Her nails were gentle in how they scratched through his long hair as she wrapped her arms around his head, cradling him gently. It was dark and soft and warm, and he fought back the tears by wrapping his fingers in the soft, open pattern of the sweater. It worked, until she laid her cheek on the top of his head, quietly shushing him. He hadn’t told her about his grandfather. He hadn’t told her about the shuffle of houses, of his belongings in bags. He hadn’t said anything about waking up alone in the damp morning dew. How beautiful and horribly lonely it was, alone in the mist until the sun burned away the false isolation only to remind him that loneliness was real. It didn’t seem to matter, to her. She tangled her fingers through his hair, and let him cry himself hoarse.

#min talks #poor johnny #he's a sad baby #it gets better though

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