#this show was truely unbelievable

[hotephres]

Stage and lighting: Genesis Owusu plays The Tank @ the Art Gallery of NSW

5 July 2024 | Gadigal Country (Sydney, Australia)

[jophiel-extras]

summary :: hot and bothered wandering thanks to AM

warning :: nsfw, aphrodisiac use, flirting asf, fem reader, reader and Ellen got it on

note :: hello AM lovers 👋 reqs open

Mental and physical torture didn’t compare to the special kind of abuse AM had been putting you through for the past week.

He hadn’t cut up your feet and made you walk for miles, nor had he starved you with mirages of glorious food. No, not you. His favourite.

AM had kept a special genre of torture just for you.

He’d silently offered you a bar of chocolate. The first piece of food you'd seen in months. You should've know that it would come at a price, however you'd never been starved for so long and you never could've expected the chocolate had been drizzled with synthetic aphrodisiacs.

For days you had needed and ached.

Even more, AM had separate you from the rest. If only Ellen was with you, she’d help. Or Ted, Gorrister. Fuck, you’d even settle for Benny.

You’d kept up a limping pace, attempting to walk off your unbelievable horniness, but the exercise hardly took your mind away from the throbbing of your core. You were hot, sweaty and flustered. Filled with unsightly thoughts and feelings. No amount of walking (or running) had done away with your incredible lust.

You stumbled to a stop and began slipping your hand south. You just needed a release, one. You puffed, hand turning into a fist before it reached the line of underwear. No, AM would not be getting his sick show from you.

And as though he'd lingered in your mind, AM's booming voice carved through the barren landscape.

"Oh, don't let me stop you. Continue, please." He'd learned to imitate a gentleman awfully well. As much as you hated the need that choked your core you couldn't help but buckle at the knees from his rough voice. "If only I had a body, I'd help you out." Sickeningly sweet.

"If you had a body, I'd destroy it." A frustrated whisper, but AM heard it all the same.

"Is that a threat or a promise, baby?" Smooth, low and close to your left ear.

You slapped your hand over your mouth and continued to walk despite how much you wanted to bend over and take whatever AM wanted to give you. You had your dignity, you'd keep it until you'd walked for an entire year if you had to.

"Don't be like that, sweetheart. All I wanted was for you to have a little pleasure." You couldn't even feel sick by his words, you were unbelievably drowned by desire. You felt like an animal in heat.

It had been far too long since you'd had any release. Ellen was the last person you'd been to bed with, but neither of you had truely finished. Neither of you could.

You hadn't felt half as horny as you did now. Utterly dripping.

AM hummed and the vibration seeped into the ground you stood on. If there was a God other than AM, you wished he would end your suffering.

"Come on, I promise I won't tell the others. I'll even consider letting you gorge in a feats of your favourite foods." His voice loomed close and quiet until it was like his very being was behind you. "Touch yourself."

his words held such command you didn't know if your hand that begun sliding into your underwear was done out of your own will or AM's. You didn't much care. To hell with dignity. You'd drown yourself in embarrassment after this was all over with.

You'd curled up once again, in shame and discomfort. AM had won, simply. As he did time and time again. At least this time, you were able to get a release from his torture. One that the two of you enjoyed.

[ofallthingsnasty]

Ok but out of curiosity? What if Aizawa's darling escaped, and knows they're on borrowed time because he's hunting them relentlessly so they try to bargain for a better life in captivity? (Maybe they've started to fall for this man after so long, but when the chance for freedom is within reach, they have to take it. And maybe they're starting to have doubts on it, this freedom, especially after barely escaping the underground heros attempts at getting them back? And truely experiencing some rough shit on the streets because there's really no place else to go since he'd know, they're just tired and actually miss their bed locked away in the basement)

Maybe they send a letter addressed to Aizawa, giving their terms for them to return; Scheduled time outside, being able to do things they weren't before, etc. In return not only would they return to him, but they would actually give this relationship a try. 100% all in, an actual attempt at a relationship?

Like what do you think he'd do? Would he actually accept? Does he trick them? Would he brush it off because he knows it's only a matter of time?

aah, omg 🥺 that man is starting to grow on me like a fungus, I swear ... I hope the format isn't too whacky, I had to use my phone to answer. Thank you for this!! 💕💕

tw.yandere, minors dni please

To me, he's one of the softer ones - and that's why I think he'd agree to your terms. As long as they're not too outrageous, of course.' I've said it before but I think that this man actually loves you (misguided as it may be) and that he craves you returning these feelings in earnest, he just took you because he needs you safe and sound or else he can't sleep at night. Can you just imagine how worried sick he'd be with you out on your own? He isn't even mad, he's scared senseless. Scared that someone might hurt you, scared that you'll do something stupid, that he'll never get to hold you again. You have to understand, he can't live without you. That doesn't mean that he'd coddle you once he has you back but he won't rest until you're either in his arms again or he drops dead from exhaustion. When that letter reaches him, he's just so glad that you're okay - and once it clicks that you actually want to return to him, he is genuinely stunned. The thought of you setting up some kind of trap in retaliation (he knows just how wrong what he's been doing is) does cross his mind, so he'll be careful. And of course, he could simply drag you home once he finds you - and he will find you, one way or another. But that's not who he is, I think. He'll sniff out your hiding place and monitor you for a little, just to see if the offer is genuine and that there is no one else involved, then shows himself. (Don't worry, he'll make sure that you're safe, no matter what.)

I also think he wouldn't even punish you but his trust in you is definitely broken after this. You'll have to work long and hard to restore it (and maybe even cave when it comes to some… indulgences of his regarding you) before he can tbe sure you'll uphold the end of your bargain. But knowing that your escape has brought you closer to him, that it is actually a blessing in disguise - that's just unbelievable to him. You coming back like that is a huge leap into the future he wants with you and he knows that you at the very least feel safe and comfortable with him. It can only get better from there.

[unnaaasayu]

How they show their adoration for you ⎯ Pyro (pt 1)

Alt title: How they express their love for you Cw: (GENDERBENT CHARAS) using He/Him for characters, No gender specified for reader, briefly edited so there will be some mistakes! Characters: M!Dehya, M!Hutao, M!Yoimiya, M!Amber

Dehya

Although Dehya does come off as intimidating from first impressions, and also if you do include the rumors you heard about him from the eremites, he's actually a sweetheart deep down ⎯ a tad bit of a tease as well but lets overlook that for now.

His way of expressing his love deeply for you is getting you things that simply reminded him of you; either during his jobs or when he's scoping the markets.

Sometimes they aren't that pretty though (from his own words) because although his love is giving you things, there are times where he doesn't have enough money ⎯ TRUST ME he has the money to buy stuff still, however, he wants to buy you the most (or leaning towards) expensive gifts. Selling the treasures he finds, or if that's not enough, he sells bits of his armour or weapon(s) too.

Now why would he go to such lengths to do these stuff? Easy, 'cause even though it is 'hard' (embarrassing) for him to express his love with words, it's much more easier to give you something thats equal to the amount he loves you. To him, you're his diamond in the rough.

Hutao

Sometimes it's hard to believe what he's saying is true, knowing how notorious he is for being a tease and jokingly saying things, even lying! (it was one time.) But despite how he is, he does prove his love for you in ways you barely notice he does for others.

Like how chooses to whisk you away with excuses to divert your attention to him, or how he's much more physical with you in terms of finding ways to hold your hand in random moments. So much so, that can you find him in spots that you regularly hungout at.

He's a nuisance, a troublesome person, a bother ⎯ hostile words that describes him perfectly in ways that... It makes it feel unbelievable when he looks at you with so much love and adoration, that he's that sort of person. Or the moments where his smile loosens and his eyes grow a faint loneliness in them until he looks back at you, it all lights back up again.

Yoimiya

Truely lives up to his rep of being one of brightest firecrackers out of the ones he and his pops' makes. A first encounter with him is memorable, just like how first meetings are always suppose to go ⎯ but this encounter in particular must've been smiled down on from the gods above somehow, as neither one of you forgot each other afterwards.

Yoimiya, similar to Dehya, prefers to show his love through gift giving you things that reminded him of you ⎯ but ideally, he'd rather spend quality time with you doing ... well, practically anything so long as he's with you.

Although despite everything he does for you (to the best of his abilities) he's never once expect you to return the favor, not at all when that's the least of his worries. In fact he'd insist you didn't need to and would try divert the topic to something else once you bring it up. It's hard, a tad bit annoying after sometime, but it's just how he is ⎯ wanting nothing more than to please you and see you smile for him.

Amber

A welcoming individual who ushers you inside the city to Mondstadt and insists on showing you around as a personal tour guide, giving you things on the way as souvenirs and making small talk to every person you happen to pass by. That was your impression of him, someone reliable and friendly to everyone around.

Which, incidentally, does cause some problems to arise ⎯ since he is friendly and 'buddy-buddy' with everyone, it's really hard to tell if the way he feels for you is the exact same for others, or if you were that special exception.

Personally feel as though Amber would carry out all the love traits/habits above from the other characters but would overall mostly lean towards acts of service. Partly due to his role as an Outrider of the Knights of Favonius; it's very natural for him to help others and be of aid to them.

[the-anon-ghost]

i truely think life is trying to speed run how much I’ll take before I kms, because the fact that I got punched so hard by my (now ex) partner that the chiropractor said he is surprised it’s not dislocated, to my mom telling my entire family what happen and getting calls and comments all day saying “sorry that happened :((( but you should’nt have made him do that :(((( you need to say sorry to him” along with my mom telling me how I’m just ruining this man life by even having my NOW ONE friend left help me out during all this is fucking unbelievable, along with my ex now getting involved and hired into all these theatre shows where I’ve been rejected by all of them at the same time, AND now being targeted by my upper bosses because I defended my manager on the board at work because she had “too big of breasts it’s making it a hard workplace”, A N D the jehovah witnesses are trying to come back to get me and the elders are saying maybe I should be dis fellowship since I haven’t been active in so long (for those who know that means further isolation and shame and shunning from the ENTIRE congregation)

I CANT GET A FUCKING BREAK.

[sapphicbump]

The Magician - Act 1

Contents: original content, w/w, cryptid (?) pregnancy, nb(?)preg, sexual & kink awakening Story written by my partner RoseVirage, uploaded with her consent. Proof Readers: Rahheemme & Doombeez

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Act 1

Rosemary

When the magician appeared on stage through an imposing explosion of sparkling fog, the crowd gasped, and so did Mary. Not just because of the presentation, but also something else; The magician's middle didn’t quite suit the rest of her slender, elegantly dressed body. It clearly and unmistakably bulged out. Since Mary had never heard of this “Melody of the Stars” show before her father had gifted her the tickets, she didn’t really expect anything. And yet she found herself surprised that a clearly pregnant woman would put on a magic show at a Las Vegas stage.

Mary couldn’t help but be mesmerized by the sight. She knew female magicians were rare to begin with, even rarer those who dressed in old fashioned magician style - tailcoat tuxedo with purple applications, white blouse, purple bowtie and cumberbund, tophat, cape with a sparkling inner lining, again in purple - but she never even thought about a pregnant magician before.

Something in Mary reacted in awe of this notion. Something she didn’t yet understand.

And then, for a brief moment, as if this Magician had detected her feelings out of the hundreds of people in this hall, their eyes met. It was just for a second, while she was presenting some items on a table, but Mary was sure. The magician was looking directly at her. And not only that - she even smiled. Mysteriously, almost knowingly.

Mary's heart pounded stronger. It couldn’t be. It was a trick of the eye. After all, that’s what magicians do, right?

From this point on Mary was in some sort of trance for the whole performance. She found herself utterly enchanted, not only by the unbelievably impressive tricks of sorts she had never seen before, but by the performer herself. She only noticed the show's end when everyone stood up and clapped frantically, accompanied by loud cheering screams.

Right before the heavy velvet curtains fell, the magician bowed - and lifted her head to throw one last smirk at Mary.

Only then did the spell break, giving Mary a sense of herself and others again. 

Dear lord, she thought and laid a hand on her chest, feeling her heavy pounding heart. It was almost like she truely bewitched had bewitched her.

Though before she could give this any other thought, the crowd was getting excited again.

“She’s waiting outside!” somebody yelled, and seemingly everyone was pushing towards the front exits. It seems that the magician had her fair share of fans, both men and women, who were not short of acting like teenagers at a boy band concert. 

Well. One way or another, it certainly seemed that not only Mary had been enchanted by her. Maybe this utter fascination was something everyone experienced during her shows. 

Still, Mary wasn’t having any of it. She didn’t want to shake her hand or grab an autograph; this sort of glorification felt strange and dehumanizing to her. Especially when she would have to fight her way through many people who probably would bite her hand off if she got too close to their… queen of magic or whatever. So Mary scanned for other exits that weren’t cluttered with chattering, excited humans.

She found another one of the familiar green lighting signs close to the stage. Probably more of an emergency exit, but considering that mountain of bodies behind her that almost felt like a mass panic, the situation came rather close to an emergency anyway.

Mary took her bag and cardigan and proceeded to leave the hall through said exit. The heavy metal door closed behind her and cloaked the small, undecorated corridor in blessed silence. 

She took a deep breath. Finally, she now could focus on her thoughts and feelings and start to process the whole experience. 

First off she needed to find out more about that magician lady. She opened her bag and looked for her smartphone, while heading towards the end of the hallway, another door clearly labeled with “EXIT”. Just as she found it, she bumped into something.

Mary took a step back and immediately recognized those familiar curves, especially the one particular curve that she could barely keep her eyes off for the entirety of the show. She looked up, and there was the rest of the magician, too, looking at her with mysterious but curious eyes. This time, she was not smiling. Instead, her unpainted, natural lips were a little apart, formed in an expression of surprise. 

The woman was taller than she seemed on stage. At least taller by a head than Mary. Her tophat made her look even more impressive in size. Up close, Mary now also noticed a little cute mole next to her lips. Then she saw the big trunk in her left hand, and a beautifully-crafted cane topped with a snake’s head in her other. Snakes seemed to be her favorite animal, because there were many snake related details in her outfit, too.

“Why aren’t you with the others? How did you know I was here?” she asked, and the sound of her voice sent chills down Mary's spine. It was way deeper than she would have guessed. Very androgynous, too. If Mary had heard that voice in a podcast, she wouldn’t have been able to tell if it was that of a man or a woman. Another thing that stood out to her was an accent that she couldn’t quite place. Her “R”s were rather hard and she spoke with an interesting singsong.

“I didn’t,” Mary answered truthfully, but her own voice came out shallow. 

Now the magician smiled, and it was even more beautiful and possessing up close.

“Oh, really?” was all she commented, clearly amused. 

The magician looked at her for a moment, as if she was inspecting her. Mary could feel her heart beating in her throat. Being examined like this by this clearly imposing woman did peculiar things to her she didn’t understand. Suddenly, she felt nothing more than the desire to please this mysterious mistress's eyes. To appeal. 

Mary gulped. She’d never had thoughts like that before.

Before she could say anything else, they both were startled by the sound of an opening door behind Mary, followed by the loud murmur of the crowd from the hall that was now flowing into the once silent corridor.

The magician quickly reached out with her cane, pointing the snake-head handle towards the door, making it slammed closed all by itself. 

Mary gasped. 

“That won’t hold them for long.” the woman commented, now a little frantic, “It was a sublime pleasure to meet you, love. But I have to dash. Unless you need a ride home?”

“I do” Mary answered like a shot before she even realized what she said.

The magician smiled another of her enchanting smiles, then took a step back to let Mary pass.

“Why, I would like nothing better than to do so, dearest. Please, after you. And be swift.”

Mary nodded and quickly headed towards the exit, opening the door to one of Las Vegas’ still very loud, very bright back alleys. 

“My car is on the right.” the woman instructed her, while doing something to the exit door Mary couldn’t quite make out. “The old-timer. Take a seat wherever you want.”

The car was unmissable. Mary wasn’t exactly a pro regarding classic cars, but this one looked way older than the usual broken down mustangs she’d think of when hearing “old-timer”. Maybe something from 1930, or even older. It was a long, black car with some white details. Feeling the magician's hustle, she quickly entered the car on the passenger side. The woman quickly followed on the other side, again looking at her curiously. 

“This seat, ey? Interesting.”

Again, this deep voice. This accent. This concern. Mary suddenly felt hot.

The magician started the car and left the back alley. As soon as they were in the clear, she visibly began to relax.

Only now Mary realized that she was actually sitting in a stranger's car. Somebody she didn’t even know the name of. That, for sure, was nothing she would ever even dreamed about doing. Her father raised her to be cautious. To always be home on time. She never even had any boyfriends during her school days, at least the ones where she had actually been to school. Always the good girl. And now this?

“This must be all very sudden and new to you,” said the woman next to her, again, as if she could read her mind.

Mary looked at her, then had to avert her gaze. Her perfectly round belly seemed even bigger in this seating position, and was so close, too. It did things to her she didn’t dare to think about. Especially not in this woman's presence.

“If you’re uncomfortable, I can stop for you to leave, dear.”

“No!” Mary exclaimed, a little too loudly. Then she cleared her throat and added, “It’s fine, really. I appreciate it.”

“My pleasure. Where should I take you?”

“The Bellagio, please.”

The woman whistled. 

“Nice stay. Expensive, but fantastic hotel. Beautiful botanics. Not far from here, too.”

She took an immediate turn and set the new course without any navigation, showing that she knew these streets rather well.

“So, may I know the name of my passenger?”

“Rosemary,” Mary answered, quickly and unthinkingly. She usually never introduced herself with a full name, since she wasn’t really a fan. Some people never found out that she was actually called that. Why did she say that?

“Beautiful.”

Mary blushed. Hearing this was a first.

“A-and yours…?” she asked in turn.

The magician laughed at first, then, when Mary didn’t join in, looked at her surprised and said “Wait, you really don’t know?”

The girl shook her head, embarrassed. It only now occurred to her that it was probably very impolite to not know the name of the star of the show she just watched, let alone when said star was chauffeuring her through town.

“But it’s even in the name of the show. You surely must’ve at least taken a look on your ticket, right?”

“Melody of the Stars?” Mary asked sheepishly.

“The one and only, love. Technically, Melodie van de Sterren, though feel free to refer to my name in English.”

Dutch. That was a Dutch name. That explained the woman’s adorable accent.

“I must say, you’re a curious companion. I assume this was your first show of mine then, yes? What did you think of it?”

“It was hypnotizing,” Mary answered truthfully. She was afraid to say any more than that, partially because she wasn’t yet too sure herself.

Melodie didn’t push her, but Mary felt like she was expecting to hear more than that. To distract, Mary asked: “That trick in the hallway… How did you do that?”

The Magician lowered her hand, and for a moment, Mary - for some reason - could feel her excitement rising, because it looked like she was going to touch her curved belly. Instead, she put it on the stick shift to change gears. Oof. Why on earth did Mary focus so much on that?

“Now, my dear, even though this was your first magic show, you do know that you don’t ask a magician their tricks, no?”

Mary blushed. Of course she knew. But that wasn’t on stage. That was a sudden, unexpected thing happening backstage. 

“Y-yes, but -”

“We’re here.” Mary was cut off as the car slowed to a halt.

Raising her eyes, Mary recognized the Bellagio’s impressive front.

But she didn’t want this to end. She wanted to find out more about that cryptic lady, and wanted her to stay close to her. At least for a little while. Maybe she should do a sudden change to a hotel outside Vegas, so that their ride would take longer? 

She scolded herself for even thinking something like that.

Melodie opened her mouth to say something, but this time Mary interrupted her. “Can I invite you to a cup of coffee, maybe?” she blurted out. Then, a second later, covered her mouth with one of her hands, surprised about her boldness.

The magician had a baffled look on her face. She probably didn’t expect Mary to be this brave and forthcoming. Then she smiled, not answering at first but then pulling out a pocket watch, attached with a little string to her jacket pocket, checking it. Who still has one of those nowadays?

“It’d be my pleasure, dear” she finally answered.

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[save-the-villainous-cat]

Hey! I've got an idea, if you don't mind, could you write smth on that? It's perfectly fine if you want to ignore it, it's quite cliche😅 So uh recently villian got injured really badly in a fight with some heroes and that ended them in losing their kidneys. But one day, they magically wake up, still wondering how they got out alive. Months pass, of villian in the hospital and recovering, and when they're a 100% fine and even stronger than before, they get out of the hospital, and look for the hero. Hero, whom they loved, never once visited them. Villian was furious about that. Did hero lie when they said they loved the villian? If they hadn't lied then they would have been there in the hospital with villian all that time. But they never once came, or even checked.

So they finally arrive at hero's little house, and knock. After a few minutes, someone opens the door, looking absolutely sickly exhausted. Hero.

When villian shoves them aside and gets in to properly yell at hero, for forgetting about them, they notice something on the hero's lower abdomen. Hero, dressed only in sports bra and sweatpants, forgot to cover their SCAR.

The same scar they too have on their lower abdomen. The scar of the surgery that saved their life.

Something finally clicks in villain's brain, and they realise the hero was the one who saved their life, by giving villian a part of their own. So it turns out hero truely did love villian huh. Hero wasn't sitting around ignoring villian for the past two months. They were at their own house, alone. Instead of a hospital. Barely recovering well. FOR THE PAST 2 MONTHS.

What happens next, is up to you :)

Bonus if they both were on really bad terms when the villian got injured. And even though they were mad at the villian, hero still ran to the hospital to save villain's life, not caring what happens to them.

Again, you can fully ignore this, don't take stress!!! Take care of yourself:)

The villain’s eyes jumped back and forth between the hero’s scar and their crestfallen face.

“You donated,” they noted with a voice roughly commuting between surprise and indignation. They hadn’t seen the hero for two months, two unbelievable and never-ending months, and now that they stood before them, the villain couldn’t even bring out one of the countless repugnant things they had considered throwing at the hero.

The villain had been hurt physically critical enough to make them the patient closest to death in the whole hospital. But not even their deepest scars scratched the surface of the pain they had to live through when they stared at the door of their hospital room, waiting and waiting for the hero to show up day after day. They had never been this heartbroken in their entire life.

“I donated,” the hero confirmed. For a moment, the villain thought the hero was angry because they frowned. However, they must’ve imagined it, for a sad smile replaced every other potential expression on their face when their hand wandered to the scar on their torso, the only indication that yes, indeed, the hero had gotten a kidney removed.

But, no. The villain couldn’t say anything distasteful.

“You shouldn’t have,” the villain said. They closed the door behind them before any curious neighbour could get any ideas, and walked with quick steps towards the hero. “Really, you shouldn’t have. Especially after our fight. I was an idiot.”

“You think I cared about our argument?” the hero asked, their voice barely reaching any volume or strength. “You were dying. Of course I gave you my kidney. I would have given you both of them.”

“Don’t say that.” The hero looked like they were about to pass out at any given moment. The once mightiest person in the whole city had to hold on to the banister to stand up straight. Though the villain didn’t know what was going on exactly, they knew what they had to do.

“I’ll drive you to the hospital,” the villain decided. They took a step forward and the hero mirrored their motion, or at least, tried to make it look as smooth as the villain’s movements.

“What? No. I’m fine. Just…the surgery.” The villain watched helplessly how their hero was blinking tears out of their eyes and all they wanted to do was embrace them and never let go.

It squeezed their heart to see their hero fight for air, to walk hunched towards the couch to get a shirt, how they struggled to get it on. But, god, their sobs were the worst. The villain knew those too well, they knew that exact sound of the hero choking on tears in the attempt to keep them at bay.

“You know that complications after a kidney removal can include deep wound infections and pneumonia, right? I don’t think your wound has healed properly. I will drive you to the hospital immediately.” The hero’s head turned and they forced a smile.

“You have always been so solicitous. I really missed that,” the hero pressed out between teary eyes and quivering lips. They were on the brim, almost spilling everything. “God, I missed you so fucking much.”

Their voice gave out without mercy when the hero spoke the last word.

Something snapped inside of the villain and they couldn’t just stand there any longer. They walked up to the hero and hugged them at an instant, careful not to pull their hips too close.

It was painful to hold the hero who was shaking from every single sob going through them, crying against the villain’s shoulder, holding onto them for dear life and over all seeing them so incredibly frail.

The hero’s muscles were barely there anymore and the villain had seen their ribs briefly showing through the many layers of skin and tissue a few minutes ago.

“You were dying. You were dying and I wasn’t with you once.” The hero’s sobs didn’t ebb. “They wouldn’t let me in and I was so stupid and so scared and I showed up in my suit and I screamed at them to—”

More quiet weeping came from them and the villain could feel a tear rolling down their own cheek. They blinked it away and kissed the crown of the hero’s head, rubbing circles over the hero’s back.

Fuck, this was worse than having a fucking pipe going through the flesh of their torso. This was worse than thinking the hero didn’t love them. Rejecting the villain wouldn’t have been the worst thing if it meant the hero was alright.

The past weeks had been like a knife in their chest.

But right now, that knife was twisting and thrusting into the villain with terrible crunches.

“I screamed at them to cut my kidney out and give it to you.” The hero let their face disappear in the villain’s shirt, grabbing their shoulders, their cold nose against the villain’s warm neck.

“You knew we were compatible because of last summer, didn’t you?” the villain whispered. The hero nodded but it was barely recognisable.

“I couldn’t stay at the hospital after the surgery. They started asking questions and contacted the police.” Just like they had done with the villain. Only that, in fact, the villain had needed more than one surgery which bought them time to think about fleeing and not facing court.

“I carried myself home, still bleeding,” the hero continued.

“Darling, no…” To think about the hero, breaking out of the hospital to protect their identity, mere minutes after waking up from anaesthesia left a bitter taste in their mouth. It was a wonder they hadn’t blacked out from the sheer pain.

The villain knew quite well that nothing at home was strong enough to make the suffering even bearable without dying of an overdose.

“I couldn’t visit, they didn’t let anyone near you,” the hero said. They were too exhausted to cry, now.

“And you went home? No check-ups? For two months?” The villain was forlorn, becoming sick with worry. The nurses had told them about postoperative complications. It wasn’t a pretty thing.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t go back to the hospital, I thought I could take care of it myse—”

“Please get in the car, my love. Now.”

[semi-imaginary-place]

well kabul’s almost surrounded. that was fast.

nvm nah they're in the city

wow it really could be a couple hours. 4pm their time which i dont know what time it is there.

wow yeah 4 hours. dont you loving living through history. i dont want to think of all the people who will be tortured and killed for even interacting with the US. and those who will live under threat of violence

this was such a stupid war from the begining. trillions of dollar wasted. oh sorry i mean padded out the pockets of military contractors. some racist asshats of reddit were trying to justify the us military budget but how much of that money actually went to the people to make their lives better. whatever the money they spent wasted, it clearly didn't work. i remember bush era and the big dick rhetoric of showing the world how big and tough amurica was except its a big dick contest were the lives of people are ruined.

well the us military has a history of making things worse so...

whats truely disappointing is all the people arguing on the internet over who "won" and who "lost" like this is some sort of game

i was already going after regan but i guess ixll be meeting bush in hell too

what are the systemic problems of the nation, how can the governmental systems be improved, what barriers are people facing economically, besides the threat of violence why were the taliban popular to begin with. but to the us military industrial complex all problems require military solutions. and in many ways the US did help but not enough where it mattered. also the afghan government really was dogshit terrible like unbelievably incompetent and corrupt

visas or documents be damned, those people are going to die.

wow its been an hour since i started typing this. oh and speaking of corruption of course military contractors and the politicians in their pockets have been filling their pockets off the suffering of people and american tax dollars. and why werent the civilian staff evacuated before the soldiers? mismanagement that costs lives.

[clownhara]

I've been following you for a while but I dont know all that much about your OCs so how about a big resume of them all?? :DDD

I haven't really posted much about them on this account until recently so that doesn't really suprise me 😅 but yeah I absolutely can! Warning though this is going to be unbelievably long

I guess I should start off with Zensuke because he is THE gay purple cat. I named this blog after this guy. I made him when I was probably like 12-13 or around there so he had all the things you'd expect a repressed edgy kid's of to have. He was basically a demon who managed to get out of thier world's equivalent of hell and instead of doing anything evil he just made cake and got married to the guard who was supposed to kill him. I don't really do much with him anymore but I still love him very much.

Corbinian is probably the character I talk most about and he's the one I edit to fit into different worlds the most. He was a normal doctor but he got his memory wiped by robots and ended up working as an executioner for the robotic mafia, but eventually got caught and had to hide out in Lobotomy (he was originally a Lobotomy Corp oc) where he discovered he can extract abnormality dna and with some altering the dna can be injected into humans causing a variety of different mutations and effects. He's usually very heartless and manipulative, but does have a soft spot, usually for anxious, soft spoken people, who subconsciously remind him of his brother (who is a friends if so I can't really get into him). He also was given a variety of nicknames by the higher ups, like Corb, Corn chip, Corb on the Orb, or just Corn. Je

Corble is the result of Corb trying out human cloning. He has the same general appearance as Corbinian, but with purple hair (hence the name, because he's porble corb) that's styled differently. Since the experiment was technically a failure Corb was going to kill him, but Corble was really sweet and innocent and Corb basically went "well great guess I adopted my clone then". Corb stopped messing with cloning but adores Corble.

Might as well get all of my Lobotomy ocs out of the way. Oliver is the first Lobotomy oc I ever made, which is funny because I may or may not constantly forget that he exists. Oliver is basically a five year old kid in an adults body, and I mean that literally, because his parents basically locked him in a room and ignored him so his mental age is basically that of a kids. He's very mischievous and loves pulling pranks on people, most of which are harmless. Unless it's Corb, whom Oliver gates with a passion. Then it's thinly veiled murder attempts disgusted as pranks. He loves Fairy tales, and only works with fairy tale abnormalities because he panics with any other kind. Only one person in the entire facility can even put up with him, and that's Mabel.

Mabel is trans lesbian who can find the good in almost anyone. She's optimistic, bubbly, and has a great sense of humor. She tends to get really flustered around women though. Is it obvious I kinda projected onto her a bit? Because I did. If she wasn't in Lobotomy she'd definitely be a streamer. I'm just now realizing I basically made snapcube before I knew who that was. Whoops.

Up next is Adam! Adam is quiet, nervous, and honestly just prefers to not be noticed. Their ability to almost seamlessly blend into thier surroundings is astounding. Most people (me included) tend to just forget they exist. Which honestly is funny because they end up dating the loudest, most cocky person in the entire facility. Adam loves horror movies and spicy food.

Kieth is the loudest, most cocky person in the entire facility. He's the adopted son of a sephirah and the leader of the Rabbit team so that much is unavoidable. He's quick to anger, blunt, and tends to underestimate other people. However, he's also loyal to a fault, and willing to back his friends up no matter what. He feels like his mom's are expecting him to live up to expectations that he can't (and that they don't have but he doesn't realize that), so he's constantly throwing himself in harm's way to desperately try to prove to them that they made a good investment by adopting him or die trying. His two passions in life are collecting weapons and tending to rabbits, two of which he managed to train to sit on his shoulders and attack people. Despite being total opposites he loves Adam very much and will endure any horror movie with them, even if he's a huge scaredy cat.

Damien doesn't gave that much development, unfortunately. He came from a very religious household, moved out, and frequently gets possessed by an abnormality who makes him act like a cryptid. Totally normal stuff. He also went to law school.

Zephyr is a very, very serious individual. They've got a completely monotone color palette, speak either in short, blunt sentences or long, fanciful paragraphs with no in between, and tend to come off as cold and stiff. They're completely devoted to work, which is how they managed to become a captain. Despite this, they're very kind and caring, but unfortunately rarely get to show that side of themselves unless it's with Jamison, thier partner, both in crime and in the romantic sense. They also have a love/hate relationship with Owen, basically openly hating his guts but also enjoys thier banter and would hate if anything genuinely awful happened to them or his family.

Jamison is the complete opposite of Zephyr. He's an open book, very colorful, and tends to slack of when Zephyr isn't looking. Not on purpose, he just tends to get distracted most of the time. He's quite popular because he's very cheerful, which is rare in the higher ranks of Lobotomy. He'd absolutely die for Zephyr, and us usually the one who patches thier wounds. He really doesn't like Owen and thinks thier a pain in the ass, but keeps that to himself most of the time.

Owen is..... Interesting. I kinda went buck wild with him not gonna lie. He's one of the oldest son's of the God of Nightmares and Fire, an absolute agent of choas, and a campy fashion nightmare. But... I love them. They're both unbelievably obnoxious and also very caring. He's the kind of character you'd love but also hate at the same time. He also ended up becoming the God of Death in one timeline. If he wasn't God they'd probably run makeup guru/cursed amsr YouTube channel. Honestly he'd still run those as a God though. Also gender is a toy store and Owen is a kid who broke in after dark and is running along pushing all of the assorted genders into a cart while laughing maniacally (they use any pronouns but I stuck to just he/him they/them for this little snippet)

Alright, Lobotomy ocs done. Up next is.... Ugh... Octavious. He's originally a Danganronpa oc, the shsl gossip, and he was made to be a villian and by God does it show. He's the most fake, back stabbing, two faced character I've ever made. He's also the most one dimensional, which was actually intensional. He has no personality beyond being a petty, lying bitch, so when he runs out of lies and rumors to spread he goes into an existential crisis about how he has virtually no identity until he makes some new lie up about some random person. He's also abusive towards his younger sibling Aspyn, whom he has both physically and emotionally scarred. And, the icing on the "fuck this guy" cake, he's incredibly obsessive over his "wife" Melissa, who wants nothing to do with him and never even dated him, let alone married him. Basically he's a horrible, lying, abusive stalker. He also dresses exclusively in eye burn pink since the most poisonous bugs are usually brightly colored. Fuck Octavious, all my homies hate Octavious.

Next is Melissa, who honestly wasn't much better before her arc. She was raised to believe that in order to truely succeed in life, you have to ensure others fail. She, unfortunately, took that advice to heart. Get arc consisted of learning that we all can succeed together and that actively fucking other people over just made her an awful person, so she changed her behavior and tried to help people from then on out. She's incredibly meticulous, organized, and really smart. She still has issues trusting, but she's getting better. She has a crush on Octavious's younger sibling, but absolutely despises Octavious.

Aspyn is a quiet, caring individual who has no confidence both due to Octavious and just how they were raised. They are an incredibly skilled doctor, however, managing to perform amazingly in several different fields. They are, however, very defensive about thier passions, quick to insult anyone who questions them, mainly due to Octavious. They have a huge crush Melissa, but is to afraid to ask her out. Also they wear an eye patch because Octavious messed up one of thier eyes.

Hooo boy where to start with Edward. He's really inconsistent between universes, but the main constants are his power (he can trade bodies with people), him and Max getting together, him being a huge bookworm, and somehow he usually ends up being my self inserts dad???? Hos other aspects tend to change. Sometimes he's a power hungry megalomaniac who's trying to take over the world and will crush anyone and everyone who gets in his way or isn't useful to him, using his power evily to stay young forever by trading bodies with his kids and killing them when they're in his body. Other times, he's a fairly calm, if not a little cold, man whos biggest crime is the occasional tax evasion, who's power is more of a curse, causing him to stay alive forever through a series of unfortunate coincidences. Either way he's fun to write

Max is one of my favorite characters. He loves baking, his friends and family, he isn't too bright but no one holds that against him. Unfortunately, no matter which side of Edward it is, he's hopelessly in love with him, which can lead to his downfall. He's very protective of his cousin Heron, and tries to protect the innocent, which he usually doesn't end up doing thanks to evil Edwards manipulation. I also somehow failed to mention he's a plant man and flowers sprout wherever he walks and he can control plants but I couldn't find a good way to fit that in naturally.

Heron is half a plant man, in the worst possible way. He has rose vines instead of blood, which feels exactly how you think it would. Magic keeps his alive luckily, but it's unbelievably painful. Most of him and Max's family died when they were young, and unlike Mac who ended up on the streets, Heron ended up in an orphanage, where he learned at a young age that he shouldn't get close to anyone because if he does, they'd die. He genuinely believes that, and the only person he thinks is immune, is his cousin Max, who he even still expects to drop dead. Heron mainly fights by breaking his skin so his vines will grow rapidly and trap and kill his attacker, which looking back is uh. Kinda symbolic. I didn't do that on purpose but it fits

Eden is an angel, who was outcasted from heaven after being framed for a crime they didn't commit. They don't understand how humans work, but is trying thier best to fit in. He's one of the few beings Heron trusts, and even still Heron doesn't trust them much because of Eden's ability, being able to control holy flames. Eden is stoic and aloof, with an odd sense of humor. He insists that him baking using his holy flames is a form of training. Despite them claiming to be above human emotions, they very much are not above them and he is actually quite emotional.

Avocado is one of Herons old friends, who fell victim to Herons "luck" (aka they died). They are a drider (basically spider centaur) who came from a large family of drider thieves. They are very quiet and kind, which they use to thier advantage, since one would thing they'd steal small objects from people's houses or pickpocket them, which Avocado very much does. While they're fairly weak in combat thier thieving skills are not to be underestimated.

Grape is Avocados older sibling, and they are very serious and quite rude. Grape wants to kill Heron to avenge thier sibling, but ends up getting caught robbing the wrong person and ends up having to join the person's kids adventuring party.

Apple is the oldest drider sibling, and ends up taking a motherly role for all of the younger kids. They had to grow up incredibly fast, and has to make all of the hard decisions in place of thier dying father. Desperately needs a break.

There's more spider siblings but there isn't much info on them

Both Sherry and Theodore Poser are mainly just there because I have them really fun designs and don't really have a personality. Sherry's kinda hard to draw though

[kurok666]

Go jump off a balcony Bucky x Reader

A/n : Ok so my depression over end game finally ended so time to write something on the avengers

Pairing : Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warning : language and this is kinda shit idk I never wrote for Bucky so don’t be too harsh

Summery: you and Bucky have a love hate relationship and one day when you two had a mission together and you both got back to the compound in one peace an argument breaks through.

Go jump off a balcony.

“GOD CAN YOU BE ANY MORE INFURIATING !?”

Natasha and Clint turned from the tv show there’s we’re watching while a extreamly sleep deprived Tony almost spat his coffee in the ketchen and Steve turn to see who has angered the beast so early in the day.

You made your way down to the living room, red with anger, Steve was sure if eaither of the avengers said a word they’d see steam coming out your ears. Not long after you Bucky made his way to the living room having the most smug grin on his face, yoyr anger obviously amusing to him.

“You know you look cute when your angry doll.” He said calmly as if the pure murded in your eyes didn’t bother him one bit.

“Well this will be interesting” Tony softly chucked more to himself then anyone else as he has his eyes on the pair along with the rest of the avengers currently around. Steve looked at him as if to say “shut up” as he was a bit worried for his best friend.

“Never in my life I had to deal with someone so annying, so fucking irritating and unbelievably irrational! We almost died back there because of you and your “shoot now think later” mentality!” You kept yelling at him and he still had that stupid thing on his face completely unfazed by you. “Ok so what I pulled might have been a bit rash but you still went with it an we’re still fine”

His words only sparked a new level of anger in you. Not only did he put himself in danger but he put you in danger as well. You will admit to yourself the you liked the smug idiot but god damn it did he drive you insane and he knew that and he loved it. The way you get all worked up and frustrated over things really made him like you and as he said before he truely belives it’s adorable when you get mad, maybe it’s the almost a foots with of hight difference he wasn’t sure.

You honestly lost it at that point and without thinking you swing your leg right at his head full intent to knock out the smug bastard but his metal arm catches your ancle just an inch or so before impact and your leg was now basically resting on his shoulder. The stupid smug grin never left his lips.

“Oh look at you trying to fight” he said teasingly knowing full well he’s got you in an embarrassing position. Bacause of the hight difference you were particularly close to him, and once you saw how perticularly his crotch was clove to yours your face went ever redder in embarrassment as you try to pull your leg back but his firm grip didn’t allow that and and if you’d try to pull back any harder you were sure you’d fall over.

“What? Your not enjoying this I sure as hell am” he said as he quickly glanced down your body and back to yoyr face only to lean in closer to your face.

“Admit It, you like me just as much as I like you doll.” He almost whispered to you with a softer smile now on his face as he gave you a slight wink.

“I ... I never said-“

“Hey if your gonna have sex right now I’d ask you to go to your rooms or at least let me finish my coffee” Tony yelled and a huge smirk was planted on his face, Clint long on the floor laughing and Nat trying to hold back giggles as Steve just glares at Tony.

You were burning red as you finally pulled your leg out of Buckys grasp took your bag and almost ran off to your room.

“GO JUMP OF A BALCONY BARNES!!” You yelled as you slammed your door.

[nadadaff-blog]

The first step

So, this is all new to me. As a musician, a freelance animator, and as an aspiring fashion designer, I find myself overwhelmed sometimes. So I thought, “Fuck it. Start a blog too.”

Trying to juggle practices that all demand full time hours can put you in some sticky situations, but there is something that I love about being able to use ones creativity and passion in more than one medium. But let me get one thing straight before I say anything further. I’m not interested in hustle culture. I don’t care much for the ones “doing the most.” What inspires me are those that can find the joy in making good shit. It just so happens for me personally to be a diverse range of shit I want to make good.

With that being said, do you ever recall someone saying something like, “Jack of all trades, master of none?” I believe that phrase is pure nonsense. 

The internet made sure of that. 

When you ask someone these days, “What kind of music do you listen to?” the most probable answer you will hear back is  “A little bit of everything.” 

The internet made sure of that, too. 

As our lives become further digitised, and the capacity & speed of our communication gets more impressive, it has given us the opportunity to explore further than ever before. To pursue the discovery of who we truely are, and what makes us tick. 

It makes no sense anymore for someone to be a bartender until they are 40, or to be a director for a children’s show all the way up until retirement. We have more access to one particular resource now than ever before. Information.

If anyone ever asks me how to do something, or what time the bus is coming this afternoon, I am baffled as to why they didn’t ask Google first. Why on earth would I know more than the collective memory of billions of people? This is made available to each and every one of us, and it fits in our pocket. Truely let that sink in for a second. That is an unbelievable privilege. And if we ask it the right questions, we can achieve unthinkable good shit. 

So that is why I am starting this blog. I don’t want to sell shit, I don’t want to build hype or get clout. I just want to explore whether I can make this particular shit good (because let’s be honest, it could take years before anyone finds this entertaining)

You don’t know if you never try, right?

S

[jaehyukiee]

♡ Happy 18/19th Birthday Na Jaemin ♡ 

oh my god okay its the 13th in Korea right now i cant breath

happy birthday to one of my favorite people in the whole entire fucking world, i wish you nothing but happiness and joy. I’m so glad you are back and doing better than ever. Words cant express how much love i have for you. You will only go up from here. Keep that gorgeous smile on your face and keep up all your hard work, it doesn’t go unnoticed. I can’t wait to see more of you and what you have to bring to the table, I know it will only be amazing things. Keep on being a beautiful, fluffy, angelic, cute, little ball of sunshine for as long as you possibly can. I am unbelievably proud of you, you’ve done so much at such a young age, i truely mean it. you’re doing amazing, my heart is so full of love for you my love. I can’t wait for you to get more chances to show off your skills. keep being you na jaemin.

 With love, Jessica ♡ 

[deutsian]

List of 60 qualifiers/intensifiers in German.

A while ago... a longgg while ago... I had a list of these and I thought I'd try and make the list more expansive. Qualifiers/Intensifiers are adverbs used to indicate the degree of something (e.g. very, quite, pretty, extremely).

Here are 60 of them. This list is by no means exhaustive (when I had to grab some examples from Duden online, it shows you the section for synonyms and there are easily 150+) but I mean it'll stand you in good stead.

1. absolut (downright/utterly/absolutely) Ex: Du hast absolut keine Ahnung. Tr: You have utterly no idea.

2. ausgesprochen (downright/markedly) Ex: Eine ausgesprochen malerische Landschaft. Tr: A downright picturesque landscape.

3. außergewöhnlich (exceptionally/abnormally) Ex: zu außergewöhnlich hohen Preisen. Tr: At exceptionally high prices.

4. außerordentlich (exceedingly/remarkably) Ex: Das Essen war außerordentlich lecker. Tr: The food was remarkably delicious.

5. äußerst (most/extremely/utterly) Ex: Die Lage ist äußerst angespannt. Tr: This situation is most tense.

6. bedeutend (significantly) Ex: Die Donau ist bedeutend länger als der Rhein. Tr: The Donau is significantly longer than the Rhein. Note: This is mainly used with the comparative.

7. beileibe [nicht] (by no means/in no way) Ex: Meine Freundin ist beleibe kein Supermodel. Tr: My girlfriend is by no means a supermodel.

8. beinahe (almost/nearly) Ex: Er wäre beinahe mit dem Auto zusammengestoßen. Tr: He nearly collided with the car.

9. bei weitem (by far) Ex: Er ist bei weitem der Beste in der Klasse Tr: He is by far the best in the class. Note: This is mainly used with the comparative or superlative.

10. bemerkenswert (strikingly/remarkably) Ex: eine bemerkenswert schöne Kollektion. Tr: A strikingly beautiful collection.

11. besonders (especially/particularly) Ex: Das hast du aber besonders gut gemacht! Tr: But there you did particularly well!

12. beträchtlich (considerably) Ex: Die Zugspitze ist beträchtlich höher als die anderen Gipfel in den bayrischen Alpen. Tr: The Zugspite is considerably higher than the other summits in the Bavarian Alps. Note: This is mainly used with the comparative.

13. denkbar (possible) Ex: Sie hat den denkbar schlechtesten Eindruck gemacht. Tr: She has made the worst possible impression. Note: This is mainly used with the superlative.

14. durchaus (absolutely/definitely) Ex: Ich bin durchaus nicht dieser Meinung. Tr: I am definitely not of that opinion.

15. echt (really/truely) Ex: Das ist echt beschissen. Tr: That's really shitty/That really sucks. Note: echt is colloquial.

16. ein bisschen (a bit) Ex: Ich bin ein bisschen sauer. Tr: I'm a bit angry.

17. einigermaßen (to an extent) Ex: Er hat sich wieder einigermaßen erholt. Tr: He rested again, to an extent. Note: colloquially this can mean 'very'.

18. enorm (enormously/tremendously) Ex: Die Preise sind enorm gestiegen. Tr: The prices went up tremendously. Note: enorm is a bit colloquial.

19. entschieden (decidedly) Ex: Er hat entschieden schlechter gespielt als vor einem Jahr. Tr: He played decidedly worse than a year ago. Note: This is mainly used with the comparative.

20. entsetzlich (horrendously/appallingly/terribly) Ex: Es war entsetzlich kalt. Tr: It was horrendously cold. Note: According to Duden, this when used as an intensifier is also colloquial.

21. etwas (some[what]/a bit of... it's hard to define on its own) Ex: Nehmen Sie etwas Salz und streuen Sie es über den Fleck. Tr: Take a bit of salt and scatter it over the stain.

22. extrem (extremely/particularly) Ex: Das ist ein extrem starker Kaffee. Tr: That's an extremely strong coffee. Note: extrem is a bit colloquial.

23. fast (almost/nearly/virtually) Ex: Der Bau ist fast fertig! Tr: The construction is almost done!

24. ganz (completely/quite) Ex: Sie ist ganz verrückt nach Schokolade. Tr: She's completely crazy for chocolate.

25. ganz und gar (utterly/completely... it's.. more 'completely' than ganz) Ex: Ihren Vorschlag können Sie ganz und gar vergessen. Tr: You can completely forget about your proposal.

26. genug (enough) Ex: Der Schrank ist groß genug. Tr: The cupboard is big enough.

27. geradezu (virtually/almost/really) Ex: Das ist ja geradezu fantastisch! Tr: That's really fantastic!

28. gottserbärmlich (dreadfully/god-awfully) Ex: Es war gottserbärmlich kalt. Tr: It was dreadfully cold. Note: I am given to believe this is also  colloquial.

29. höchst (most/extremely) Ex: Ich war höchst überrascht, dass die Wahl so augegangen ist. Tr: I was most surprised that the vote ended like that.

30. irre (mind-blowingly/insanely) Ex: Das ist jetzt irre wichtig für mich! Tr: That's insanely important for me at the moment! Note: irre is colloquial in this sense.

31. irrsinnig (insanely) Ex: Sie freute sich irrsinnig. Tr: She was insanely happy. Note: irrsinnig is colloquial in this sense.

32. kaum (hardly) Ex: Er kann kaum lesen! Tr: He can hardly read!

33. komplett (completely) Ex: Du spinnst komplett! Tr: You're completely mad!

34. lange/längst (not nearly) Ex: Dieses Buch ist [noch] lange/längst nicht so gut wie sein Letztes. Tr: This book is not nearly as good as his last book. Note: If you use lange, it's normally preceeded by noch.

35. mäßig (relatively/reasonably) Ex: Ein mäßig großer Raum. Tr: A relatively big room.

36. nahezu (virtually) Ex: Eine nahezu optimale Lösung des Problems. Tr: A virtually optimal solution to the problem.

37. recht (really) Ex: Er arbeitet recht gut! Tr: He works really well!

38. relativ (relatively) Ex: Zehn Euro beim Einkaufen sind relativ wenig. Tr: 10 Euros for shopping is relatively little.

39. sehr (very) Ex: Ich kaufte ein sehr altes Haus. Tr: I bought a very old house.

40. total (totally/absolutely) Ex: Nach dem achtstündigen Marsch war ich total erschöpft. Tr: After the 8-hour long march I was totally exhausted.

41. überaus (extremely/exceedingly) Ex: Meine Frau ist überaus erfolgreich. Tr: My wifeis extremely successful.

42. unermesslich (immeasurably) Ex: Das ist unermesslich traurig. Tr: That's immeasurably distressing.

43. ungeheuer (enormously/tremendously) Ex: Adriana Altaras ist  ungeheuer witzig. Tr: Adriana Altaras ist tremendously funny.

44. ungemein (extraordinarily) Ex: Ich freue mich ungemein, dass du da bist. Tr: I'm extraordinarly happy that you're here.

45. ungewöhnlich (abnormally/exceptionally) Ex: Sie ist ungewöhnlich vielseitig. Tr: She's exceptionally versatile.

46. unglaublich (unbelievably) Ex: Der Urlaub war unglaublich schnell vorbei. Tr: The holiday flew by unbelievably quickly.

47. unheimlich (uncannily/incredibly) Ex: Etwas ist unheimlich groß. Tr: Something is incredibly big. Note: When used in this way, unheimlich is colloquial.

48. verdammt (depends on the context, e.g. 'bloody') Ex: Heike ist verdammt glücklich über ihren Freund. Tr: Heike is bloody happy about her friend. Note: verdammt is colloquial and I know that 'bloody' sounds very British.

49. verhältnismäßig (comparatively/relatively) Ex: Eine verhältnismäßig hohe Besucherzahl. Tr: A comparatively high number of visitors.

50. viel (much) Ex: Diese Schule ist viel größer als meine. Tr: This school is much bigger than mine. Note: This is mainly used with the comparative.

51. vollauf (fully/completely) Ex: Ich war vollauf damit beschäftigt. Tr: I was fully occupied with it.

52. völlig (fully/completely) Ex: Ich bin mit dir völlig einverstanden. Tr: I agree with you completely.

53. vollkommen (fully/completely) Ex: Ich bin auch vollkommen deiner Meinung. Tr: I am also entirely in agreement with you.

54. weit (far) Ex: Der Wagen ist weit schneller, als ich dachte. Tr: The car is far quicker than I thought Note: This is normally used with the comparative.

55. weitaus (by far) Ex: Isabella ist weitaus reifer, als man ihrem Alter nach schließen dürfte. Tr: Isabella is by far more mature than one may expect of her age. Note: This is normally used with the comparative or superlative.

56. wenig (little) Ex: Dieser Schriftsteller ist wenig bekannt. Tr: This author is little known.

57. wesentlich (substantially) Ex: Er hat heute wesentlich besser gespielt. Tr: He played substantially better today. Note: This is normally used with the comparative.

58. ziemlich (quite) Ex: Der Regen ist ziemlich stark. Tr: The rain is quite heavy.

59. zu (too) Ex: Wein ist mir zu ungesund. Tr: Wine is too unhealthy for me.

60. zutiefst (deeply) Ex: Ich bin dir zutiefst dankbar für deine Freundlichkeit. Tr: I am deeply grateful to you for your kindness.

All examples taken from Duden, Wiktionary or Linguee. The translations in some places are rough approximations (it's not super-easy to give 1-1 translations for them all as in English we might say extraordinarily in one context, but exceptionally in another).

Enjoy.

[haikyuuhaley]

Taken PT 4 (Ethan Dolan fanfic)

A/N Ahhh I'm so so happy that people like this series!! The support from all of you has been amazing and it truely warms my heart ❤ My love for all of you is so unbelievably high! You make my day! I hope you enjoy part 4 my loves! ❤ Warnings: Gore. "You give up ever having a chance to see your family and friends to come stay with Ethan and Grayson and train to kill like they do" I freeze. My body had no time to process what was happening between the time I was standing and the time my knees clashed with the cold floorboards. My tears flow so heavily out of my eyes that I can't see Ethan and Grayson rush to my sides. Ethan scooped me up in his arms whispering words of reassurance like 'Hey, it's okay princess' and 'shh doll, we'll get you out of this'. Grayson strokes my hair and glared at the Boss. "Why can't she just get set free?! She is no threat to us! She shouldn't have to end up fucking lonely! Ethan and I are lucky we even have each other! She's giving up everything either way!" I could feel the anger in his voice. They are fighting for someone they just met 2 hours ago, maybe they aren't monsters for killing that man, maybe he was in the wrong. I snuggle into Ethan's chest and take in his warmth, his black, long sleeved shirt wet from my tears, the smell of his cologne lingered on his skin. He placed one of his large hands on the back of my head, holding me like I was the single most important thing in his life right now. "Those are her choices. She isn't more special then any of the others we have killed because they were 'in the wrong place at the wrong time' and wouldn't take my deal. She is just a stupid girl who walked into something she shouldn't have." I felt Ethan's chest vibrate. His growl was low, dangerous. "She's not stupid." That's all he said. That's all he needed to say. The Boss sighed, I had calmed down to the point of not sobbing, I thought of my family, my friends, my school, my pets, everything. I clenched Ethan's arm, he looked down at me. "I accept your offer sir." I slipped out of Ethan's arms and stood up, my shoulders back, face forward, arms infront of my body. "Y/N no! You don't know what you're getting yourself into! Plea-" I cut Grayson off. "Please Grayson, this is hard enough. I will train to kill, I won't distract the boys. I will do anything you wish me to. You have my word sir." He nodded and smiled, the boys were stunned, jaws on the floor, staring at me and then each other. "Dolans, both of you will be in charge of training and taking care of her, she will live with you." They nodded standing up and moving to stand on either side of me. The Boss flicked his hand which, I'm assuming meant for us to leave because Ethan grabbed my arm and yanked me into the hall, speed walking towards the door at the end of the hall. "Ow, Ethan your hurting me....Ethan....ETHAN!" He tightened his grip and jerked me forward causing me to trip and fall. "E, cool it bro." Grayson stood by my side, helping me up. "Why the fuck would you ruin your future like that!?" He stared into my eyes, fire behind his hazel orbs. "The future I wouldn't have had if I would have disagreed? Oh yeah Ethan, I so ruined my fucking death." His face softened but that only stood for a second before it hardened to almost rock. "You think I would've fucking let him kill you?" He raised his eyebrow and quickly turned around, not awaiting my answer. He slammed the door closed with so much force it shook the lights. Grayson checked my arm, where Ethan had gripped me and sure enough, a bruise was starting to form. Grayson sighed and walked me through the door and to a car that was a bright blue colour, he opened the passenger door for me and ran over to the driver's side. We drove in comfortable silence until we arrived at a house. We exited the car and he opened the door, loud music coming from down the hall. Grayson showed me the guest bedroom and where everything was. I laid on my new bed and sighed. I heard a knock on my door, I hummed in response and with a click from the door, Ethan was in my room. "Can I see it?" I rolled up my sleeve to show him the deep purple bruising embedded in my arm as a hand print. He looked to my face to see my emotion. Forgiveness. "It's okay-" he cut me off, putting a hand gently to my cheek. "It's not. No one should ever lay their hands on anyone like that." I giggled, he eyed me curiously. I found it hilarious that a murderer was saying no one should leave a bruise on someone else. He realized why I was giggling and he smiled. "If you want I can give you some clothes and you can go take a shower?" I nodded and he gently tugged on my hand to follow him, we walked down the hall and to his room, we entered and it was nice and neat, a football jersey with the number 8 and name 'DOLAN' on the back hung neatly on the wall. He had a massive bed and it appeared that he had the largest room, a door leading to his private bathroom to the right of us, his closet to the left. He walked to his closet and retrieved an old shirt that looked to have the sleeves cut off by hand, he look to have gotten some boxer briefs out of a drawer. He handed them to me and I thanked him, walking to where Grayson showed me the bathroom was. "We can go get you clothes tomorrow, I have a day off, plus I owe you a lot after hurting you." Sadness filled his voice while he spoke the last few words. "The past is the past, no matter if it was 5 minutes ago or 5 years. Forgive and forget." I smiled and looked at him, I closed the bathroom door and turned on the shower. I stripped and let the warmth of the water transport me to a world of comfort. After my shower I washed my face with soap, brushed out my hair and brushed my teeth with a new toothbrush I found laying on the bathroom counter. I walked to my room and as soon as I hit the pillow I was sent to dreamland. This time however, it wasn't pleasant. The screams of earlier played over in my head and then a picture of Ethan, covered in blood, stabbing and slicing a knife through, not the man, but me, came rushing through my mind. I tried to scream but nothing came out. The look on his face was animalistic. He wasn't Ethan, he was a monster. I woke up cry and in a cold sweat, I jolted up and checked my body, I checked my surroundings. The clock beside my bed stated that it was currently 2:22am. I laid back down and tried to fall back asleep but it was no use. I slid out of bed and padded my way towards Ethan's room, I knocked but of course no answer. I slowly and quietly opened his door and walked over to him. As I was about to speak I was cut off. "Couldn't sleep, princess?" He sat up, rubbing his eyes. "I had a nightmare..." He opened his arms and I sat on his lap and hugged him, I nuzzled my head in the crook of his neck and he flipped me so I was laying beside him. He wrapped an arm around me and not long after, I drifted back to a nightmare less dream state. I opened my eyes to the sound of hangers moving across a metal bar, I made a face and looked over to the noise, I realized I wasn't in my given room, I was in Ethan's and there he stands, back to me, in nothing but a towel. Water droplets littered his back, his wet hair dripping. His back muscles moved as he moved the hangers, one by one, selecting the outfit he would sport today. "Do you like what you see princess?"

[hawaiwaii]

Nov 10

Adventure day. Well sleepless night adventure day. That air con of mine is like trying to sleep next to a 4 stroke lawnmower that starts and stops randomly throughout the night. Unbelievable. I gave up and finished off my drug dealer like packaging of the samples. Would be an interesting conversation if someone came in. No chance I’m heading to customs with those.

We walked up the road a couple hundred metres which was a bad idea (thanks Matt) to a bird cave. Up someone’s driveway nestled in the back was a massive cave half over grown and full of birds. It use to be a quarry back in the day. Truely impressive. Smelt like shit inside it but was really cool. All sorted of birds chirping and farting in and out. Bloody wicked. Naturally formed cave. No way they could have quarried it.

Fuel was needed - stopped in for brekky at Bully’s and caught up about our agenda and thoughts on the island so far. I realised that everyone is all good except for the accommodation. Bar that, things are actually pretty good.

We jumped in the car and made bearings for somewhere. Ended up at a site of an old Japanese tank from WWII. It’s on the beach and has trees literally growing through it. Rather funny and spooky. Timely reminder of what was happening down here many years ago. Over the road were the steps to a lookout used in the war as well. Some sort of concrete bunker was on top. Unsure what it was actually used for. Good spot. Possibly anti-aircraft guns. Hmmm. Anyway, we carried on in search of this mountain to climb. Plenty of wrong turns. We were driving through the jungle at one point. I shit you not, driving through the jungle. Matt gave the rental car a few kisses with trees here and there. Ah well, it’ll buff out. After asking about we found where to go. At the end of yet another partial jungle road was a house and tour guide. His name was Edward (I think in English), older fella, fro Kosrae. He and his two dogs showed us up through the jungle to the tunnels the Japanese build for the war and the waterfall. He got a professional guide licence in China, has been on the cover of many spear fishing magazines and has traveled much of the world. He and his wife always said they would come home, and they did, Kosrae.

It was deep jungle, temple run status. Vines everywhere, drop offs, dodgy footing. Lucky we signed a no liability for him waiver at the start. He told us stories at random spots along the way. The one about how Kosrae got a government was interesting. Two brothers kidnapped the kings daughter and the town stood together to overthrow the king - pretty cool I reckon! There are still tunnel digging stakes in the hills as well as oil drums which they used to fuel the lights that lined the tunnels. All rusted out of course. Pretty wicked network though. Amazing really. Would have killed many building them I’d say. Starvation, exhaustion, insert another deathly thing here. A bit short for me. Usual story, hunched over with the phone light out.

In we went to the waterfall. Was pretty underwhelming to be honest. He did tell a scaring story from one track last year where a person fell down two waterfalls and died. He is still shocked by it. We were. Took extra care. Freak accidents do happen. Not just to other people, but to people you know and you (hopefully not).

We tracked back the same way we came. Sweating controllably this time unlike the incline. I was soaked. Almost as much as yesterday!

A few nice look out points in the jungle across to other ridges and out to sea. Also, vines are super bad eh. They have riddled the jungle and are killing everything. Slowly crippling the trees and over growing. It’s out of control. Won’t be much left but vine here in the next 20 years. We are cherries from the trees and Edward showed us how to cut down a banana tree properly. I did want a turn with the machete but he didn’t think so.

They fed us well upon return. It was a little more than 2 hours. More like 3 and a half. Wicked time though. My Spiridons did a good job, but messed up but a good ride overall. Tell you what, if you are after a good pair of shoes for jungle walking and general stuff, can’t go past a pair of Nike Spiridons.

We hightailed it back to sneak in a snorkel at the famous Blue Hole. We launched from the wharf and cruised our over the reef. I sucked in several times thinking there wasn’t enough draft. There was. Just. Maybe a burger and chips worth. The reef was shallow making it difficult to get there. You can’t walk out there as you damage all the coral on the reef and likely stab your foot with something you really really didn’t want to. The water became deep and even more blue. Temperature dropped at least 5 degrees, maybe back to 27 or something. It was a nice change. We edged around the circle checking things out. Plenty of cool looking sponges and coral. Not much else through. A large portion was dead. Had my trusty reef slides with me. They were dirty but turns out seaweed kelp is good for cleaning them. Probably the only person to ever clean shoes in the blue hole.

Matt showed me this cool trick to get a type of sea critter to close. Happily went around doing that to the next few I saw. Good fun! The hole is mysterious. Who knows what is in the bottom. Don’t think anyone wants to find out either really. The name is very fitting though. It is blue, it is a hole. No irony. I decided that the other side was a bit far with the amount of light left so I cruised back to the wharf. Less water depth clearance this time. Pretty dodgy. The sea cucumbers got pretty bloody close. Again, I breathed in haha. At the stairs, I looked back - perfect photo spot. Sun was setting on the other side of the island and the sky was putting on a show. Camera out. It looked like a desktop screensaver. It really did. It changed every 3 minutes as the sun set. The photos don’t do it justice. Wicked. I’ll never forget that.

We showered and I scrubbed the crap out of my shoes. Went to Bully’s for dinner. Guess what, they don’t starve beer on sundays. Religion. Bugger me. Smashed back the iced tea. Would go well with gin. I’ll try it when I get home.

Packed up my room and samples. Departure day tomorrow to Honolulu. Fingers crossed the plane takes off!!!

[desert-warmth]

Apple remained in Inara's arms until she released a big yawn, "I'm sleepy..." she said as her eyes struggled to stay open. The last few days had been tiring for the little girl, managing to survive the poisonous valley, discovering a Beautiful woman caring for a garden who has shown nothing but motherly affection to her. She didn't want to leave but she understood Inara's reasoning, it showed Apple that she truely cared.

  The desert sorceress smiled softly when the little girl yawned. Apple was unbelievably cute when she did so, and it caused Inara to feel something she wasn’t too familiar with.’‘The grass in my garden is soft enough to be one’s bed, Apple. I usually sleep over there, near the fruit trees…” - the woman spoke warmly as she pointed - “I do suppose you can rest there as well tonight. I’ll be nearby, so nothing will disturb you, Apple dearest.”