#vicrory

[levithestripper]

part two of how the members of the survey corp and marley warriors would train with you

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warnings: gender-neutral reader, marco lives! au, marcel lives! au, suggestive in some areas.

included characters: eren yeager, armin arlert, jean kirstein, marco bodt, connie springer, bertolt hoover, and porco galliard.

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part one || part two [you're here!]

request: [anon] Would you be willing to do another part of "how the members of the survey corp and marley warriors would train with you" but with gn!reader winning this time. Maybe it's luck, maybe they cheated (tickles ? Unfair move?), or one time vicrory only ? If you're up for it of course ! Loved it :>

a/n: i loved writing a part two of this for you, nonnie! i hope it's everything you wanted :) if you guys have any other requests for hcs, please send them my way! i find the guys easier to write, so i just did them! and if i didn't include one, it's probably bc the reader already won in p1 or i couldn't think of a scenario for them. if you want me to write for the ones i left out just lemme know :) sorry it took almost a year for me to get to this lmao.

— Eren Yeager

As much as Eren likes to show off and impress you, he still takes training seriously. If he doesn’t take it seriously, how will he get strong enough to achieve his goals? He has gotten rather good at the basics of it, but he still has a lot to polish and work on, just like you, so it makes you two a good pairing. Eren has the wooden prop knife this round, and he’s winning so far. Every time you lunged at him, he’d dodge out of the way, leaving you out of breath and frustrated. You’re all for winning fair and square, but in this instance, you’re not afraid to play dirty to get what you’re after.

“Hey, Eren!” you call out to him, a conniving look spreading across your face. 

He raises an eyebrow at you with suspicion. “What is it?” He stalks you, circling you slowly, watching your every move.

You circle him as well, walking sideways, legs crossing each other. “I heard about your most recent spat with Jean the other day.” Eren doesn’t respond, so you continue with your little scheme. “Connie told me Jean decked you right in the face, giving you a black eye.” You watch as Eren touches his black and blue cheekbone with his free hand. “‘Parently you lost,” you snark. 

“I did not lose to that horse face!” Eren yells at you, gritting his teeth. “Mikasa pulled me off of him before I could defend myself! You know she always does that!”

You smirk at him. He had fallen into your trap, hook, line, and sinker. “Oh yeah? That’s not how Connie told it. He told me—well, told everyone, really—that you laid there and let him win.” You know your boyfriend well, saying the exact things guaranteed to make him snap. “Maybe Jean is better than you at sparring, too.”

That’s the straw that broke the camel’s back. Eren charges at you with all his strength, yelling as he does, giving you precisely what you want. Sidestepping him and sticking out your foot, Eren unceremoniously trips and faceplants in the dirt with a groan. Smugly, you crouch down to pluck the knife from Eren’s grasp. “I win, Ren.”

“Fuck you,” he groans, still facefirst in the dirt. 

You sit crisscross beside him, your expression a mix of a smile and a smirk. “Maybe later.”

Eren looks up at you out of the corner of his eye. “I hate you.”

“You love me,” you tease, giggling. 

“You’re so fucking annoying.” Eren’s voice has no malice behind it as he sits up., rubbing the dirt and blood off his face. A rock must’ve scraped him when he fell. You’ll never admit it, but he looks hot with blood trickling down his forehead.

You kiss his dirtied cheek with a soft giggle. “You wouldn’t have it any other way.”

A faint dusting of blush reddened Eren’s already ruddy face. “Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Regardless, he returns the gesture, kissing the tip of your nose. 

— Armin Arlert

The more often you ask Armin to train with you, the more comfortable he gets. He’s less worried about hurting you, as you’ve proved to him that you’re more than capable of holding your own. It’s not that he views you as weak; he just views your safety as his top priority. He pulls his punches but comes at you in full force without you having to insist upon it this time.

Armin isn’t the best fighter, but he still puts up a good fight. You have the prop knife this round, and you’re winning. He may not have the brute strength of Reiner or Eren, but instead, he uses his brain to fight, aiming primarily for your legs and remaining defensive. All his efforts are for naught, as you’ve pinned him in the blink of an eye. Armin yields to you, just like he had in the past rounds.

“You win again,” Armin says with a smile, accepting your outstretched hand, and you pull him to his feet once more. “I lasted longer this time, though!”

You return his smile with a squeeze of your hand. “We’re both improving, aren’t we?” Armin nods. The sun has started its descent below the horizon, painting the sky a beautiful orange color. You tilt your head up to look at it. “It’s getting late. We better get going to catch a shower before suppertime.”

Armin nods again with a hum. “You know, it’ll be quicker if we shower together.”

“Oh, yeah?” you tease, turning to walk with him towards the showers. 

“Mhmm,” he smirks. To imaginary onlookers, Armin looks like he’s innocently messing with you, but the glimmer in his eyes tells you his perceived innocence is merely a facade.

— Jean Kirstein

Winning against Jean is a challenge. You’re both evenly matched in talent, so it comes down to technicalities and skill to beat him. And when that doesn’t work, you resort to playing dirty. Today’s exercise is to wrestle the other to the ground and keep them there until they tap out. Something Jean is excellent at, unfortunately. So you have your work cut out for you.

The two of you were the only ones left in the training yard, the sun setting beyond the trees. Everyone else had gone to shower and change for supper, but you were determined to beat him, even if it meant you’d both sit down for supper in sweaty uniforms. Jean has pinned you twice now, and his victories made him cocky. Perfect. 

It’s the beginning of the round, so you’re circling each other from a small distance away. Jean’s hair is ruffled, giving him an almost disheveled appearance that suits him well. You hate how he still looks good after hours of training. “Say, Jean-bo,” you say with a smirk. 

Your expression tells Jean you’re up to no good, and he isn’t even slightly surprised. “No, no, no, you’re not gonna trick me! Not this time!” 

“Awwww, do you not trust me, Jean-bo? Since when have you so little confidence in me?” you tease.

“You know when!” Jean inches closer to you. 

You shake your head no, feigning innocence. “No, I don’t think I do, Jean-y. Enlighten me, hm?”

Jean waves his hands as he speaks. “Last week, when you got me so worked up, you somehow managed to get me all tied up in my ODM gear!” You giggle at the memory. “Heyy, no laughing at me!”

“I can’t help it! You were hanging upside down!” 

“Only because you spun me around and twisted my lines!” Jean exclaims, eyes fiery. “Captain Levi made me run laps ‘till I dropped!”

Your grin is filled with attitude, knowing exactly how to effectively press Jean’s buttons and irritate him. You watch as he stalks closer and closer to you. He watches you closely, eyeing you up and down. You imagine he’s trying to piece together whatever you’re planning. Having fallen to your schemes more than he’d care to admit, Jean’s learned not to underestimate you. But you still have a few tricks left up your sleeve that Jean hasn’t cracked just yet.

“I bet it was hard coming back and finding out our superiors surprised us with meat for dinner, too,” you snark. Unbeknownst to Jean, the squad captains promptly changed their minds when Sasha practically launched herself into the ceiling. There are nail marks left over to prove it. 

Jean’s eyebrows furrowed in frustration. “You didn’t even save me any, either!” 

You answer by sticking your tongue out at him, playing innocent. You let him get within grappling range, his actions playing right into your evil plans. He quickly knocks you on your ass, giving Jean an easy win if he can keep you there. But his frustration made him sloppy, leaving holes in his attack for you to latch onto and exploit. 

Turning the tables, you slide out from below him and kick Jean’s legs out from underneath him. You straddle his waist before he has the chance to retaliate, pinning his arms behind his back, rendering him immobile. “I win, Jean-bo,” you grin with a laugh, reveling in the glory of your success.

“You only won because I let you!” he argues, face flushing red.

You chuckle at his reaction. “I won because you got sloppy, Jean-y.”

He rolls his eyes, scoffing, but he holds no resentment against you. “Not my fault I got sloppy; you were goading me!”

“Not my fault you fell for it!”

Jean huffs. “Will you let me up now?”

“Maybe. I think I deserve something for winning, don’t you agree, Jean-bo?” you tease.

He does his best to look at you from the corner of his eye. “If you don’t let me up, you won’t get any kisses. How’s that for your prize, idiot?” You hurry off him, not eager to discover if Jean would hold true to his threat of withholding kisses from you. Jean stands and dusts off his stained pants, pouting at you cutely with a huff. “If anything, I’m the one who deserves kisses after that.”

You roll your eyes affectionately, but you kiss him anyway. “You’re so dramatic.”

— Marco Bodt 

Marco watches as you approach him, his signature smile plastered across his features. He’s sitting in the mess hall with Jean, helping the slightly shorter man with what appears to be paperwork. Jean looks up from his work when he notices your presence, kicking Marco’s leg with a knowing smirk.

You sit down across from them, mirroring Marco’s smile with a sweet one of your own. “Hey, Marco, Jean.” Jean gives a halfhearted wave. “Whatcha up to?” you ask, leaning over the table to look at the paperwork between them.

“Not much; Jean needed help writing his debrief report, so I offered to help him with it.” Marco looks at you with a stupid amount of affection, so much you can practically see it radiating off him. Since joining the Survey Corps, Marco has let his hair grow out, his bangs falling in his eyes, giving him even more of the boyish cuteness he already possesses. He claims he’ll cut it short again, but you like to believe Marco keeps it long because he knows how much you like it this way. 

“How soon until you guys finish?” 

Jean groans at your question. “Not fucking soon enough. It’s making me wanna rip my hair out.” Marco giggles quietly at his reaction.

“Not long.” He smiles at you, nudging your foot with his. “Something you need?” 

“I was hoping you’d have some free time to spar with me, Marco,” you hum, nudging him back. 

Jean, being the dick he loves to be, makes a gagging sound at the both of you. “C’mon, guys, cut it with the sappy romantic eye fucking, already. Go and spar with them, man; I’ll be fine to finish up on my own.” He sticks his tongue out in fake disgust, hurriedly shooing Marco off the bench.

You roll your eyes with a soft chuckle, taking Marco’s soft hand within your own. He waves goodbye to his friend as he leaves and holds the door open for you as you exit. “What exactly do you want to practice? Anything in particular?” he asks, swinging your arm cutely. 

“Hand to hand, mostly. I practically got my ass handed to me by Reiner the other day, and I don’t want a repeat of it.” As you walk towards the edge of the training yard, the sun is high in the sky, surrounded by a pretty shade of light blue, not a cloud to be seen. “What about you?”

Marco shrugs, happy to go along with whatever you prefer. “Nothing comes to mind. I’m happy with whatever you want to do.”

“Okay,” you smile at him, reaching your destination quickly.

By the time you have Marco on his back and yielding to you, the sun has started to set. You help him up and dust off the dirt from his shirt. “So, you finally have enough?”

Marco nods, exhaustion written all over his face. “I don’t think you’ll have a problem holding your own against Reiner, that’s for sure,” he says tiredly, rubbing his eyes.

— Connie Springer 

Connie loves hanging out with you, even if that means he gets his shit rocked while doing it. He thinks it’s hot when you show off how strong you are, so he’s more than happy to seriously train with you instead of just goofing off.

Today’s training is melee fighting with a rifle. Something Connie hates. He’s never been good with rifles; they’re large and clunky, and he can never get an accurate shot with them during target practice. Sasha’s excellence at it drives him up the wall, so he’s adamant about improving his skills, no matter how much he hates doing it. 

“You gonna keep losin’, or should I start putting in some effort?” you tease, standing upright, holding your rifle diagonally across your chest.

Connie drags himself off the ground, white pants stained brown with dirt and mud. “You’re not gonna be winning for much longer, babe,” he says with an evil-looking grin, not giving you any time to prepare before he lunges at you, thrusting the training bayonet towards your chest. 

“Oh, yeah?” You easily dodge his attack, striking the backs of his thighs in retaliation, earning yourself a yelp of surprise and pain. “Doesn’t seem like it, babe,” Connie growls in frustration, darting behind you to land a blow on the weak points of your knees, making your legs buckle, falling to your knees. 

“You wanna take that back?” He stands over you, pointing the fake bayonet between your shoulder blades.

You turn your head to look at him, returning his smirk. You shift your rifle to your other hand and sweep it in an arch behind you, just barely knocking Connie unstable enough for you to escape the compromising position. With Connie off balance, you return the favor, kicking him in the back of his knees, and he lands flat on his face. “No, I don’t think I will,” you chuckle triumphantly, pinning him there with the heel of your rifle. “Maybe next time, love.”

Connie responds with a groan. “I swear, you and Sasha are conspiring against me.”

“Why, I have no idea what you mean! I’d never do something like that!” It’s clear that you’re lying; you and Sasha get along like a house on fire, so that’s something you both would one hundred percent do just to annoy him. 

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, just let me up, idiot,” Connie grumbles, shifting to lay on his back so his face isn’t in the dirt anymore. 

You hum to yourself, tapping your chin with a finger. “Hmmm, I don’t know, should I? I kinda like seeing you underneath me like this.”

Connie’s face flushes a deep shade of red. You notice his pants have tightened slightly, and you move the heel of the rifle to sit just below his belt. “Shut up.”

“What if I don’t want to? What then?” 

“Then I won’t share my dessert with you,” he goads.

You sigh defeatedly and help Connie up. “Dessert tonight better be good.”

Connie kisses the corner of your mouth, holding your free hand in his. “Maybe you’ll get two desserts.”

“Oh? I do like the sound of that,” you smirk, properly kissing him back this time. You hear Jean yell in disgust, and you both flip him the bird.

— Bertolt Hoover

“Are you sure you want to keep going? It’s dark out!” Bertolt whines, looking utterly exhausted. 

“I just wanna get this trick right!” you reply, sweat dripping down your forehead. 

He sighs. “You know I love you, but wouldn’t you fare better if you weren’t this tired?”

You ball your hands into fists and position them like Annie does. “Just one more time, Bertl, please?” you plead, and he caves quicker than you expected him to.

“Just one more, then we’re headed inside, okay?” 

You nod in agreement, and Bertolt rushes toward you. You angle your body so your side faces him. You lift your arm and fold it so your wrist touches your shoulder. When Bertolt reaches you, you grab his sleeve and pull his arm longways across your folded one, and you turn your body again so your back is flush against his chest. In the blink of an eye, you’ve got Bertolt off the ground and over your shoulder, quickly throwing the taller man to the ground. It knocks the breath out of him, but you both have a smile on your face despite it.

Between heaving breaths, Bertolt congratulates you. “You did it! Finally!”

“Finally!” You collapse beside him in a fit of giggles, ecstatic that you’ve finally gotten the hang of the move you’ve been trying to learn all day. “I’m so tired, Bertl.”

“I tried to tell you that, love.” He smiles at you sweetly. “But you had to do it one more time,” Bertolt says with a chuckle, kissing your sweaty forehead. 

“Oh, shush,” you giggle again and kiss his nose in return. “You like training with me.”

Bertolt’s tan skin darkens with a flush of red across his cheekbones. “Never said I didn’t, honey.” He kisses your forehead again. “Let’s go take a shower, yeah?” 

You nod, groaning as you sit up. As the adrenaline fades away, you begin to feel the toll the training had on your poor muscles. Everything is sore and vaguely hurts, making you even more eager for the boiling hot shower in your near future. “The baths should be empty by now, so we can take one together if you like.” Your words cause Bertolt’s blush to worsen, only serving to make you giggle again. “You’re so cute, y’know.”

“Shut up,” he whines, hiding his face from your watchful eyes. “Let’s just go take a shower, okay?”

“Okay, okay,” you grin, kissing the backs of his hands before standing up. You offer him a hand, which he accepts, even though he most likely doesn’t need assistance. “I hope there’s extra food left over from supper.” 

Bertolt keeps his hand within yours as you walk back to the bathhouse. “Probably not. You know how Sasha gets.”

“I can always try to bribe one of the cooks. They love me,” you say as your grin widens with a cute smugness.

He chuckles and shakes his head. “They’re gonna stop loving you if you keep pestering them for extra food like this, love.”

“Impossible.” You open the door to the bathhouse, but like the gentleman he is, Bertolt holds it so you can walk inside first.

— Porco Galliard

When he’s training with you, Porco’s cockiness is oftentimes the reason for his downfall as well. He knows you’re also an excellent soldier and fighter, but that doesn’t matter to him when he’s determined to beat your ass into the dirt. But that also gives you a slight advantage as well. He doesn’t underestimate you per se, but he does think he’s hot shit, which opens up plenty of opportunities for you to get him angry, then beat him at his own game once he’s let his guard down. 

“Hey, Pock,” you grin at him while he cocks a suspicious eyebrow at you. 

“What?” he questions between panting breaths. “You trying to talk your way outta this ‘cause you’re afraid of losin’ again?” Sweat drips off his chin and down his neck, making him look stupidly attractive, at least more than should be allowed for this situation.

You smirk at him. “No, dummy. I was just gonna say you look hot, but I guess you don’t wanna hear it,” you say with a shrug, watching to see if your plan works, which it does. 

Porco’s brain lags for a few seconds, giving you all the time you need to dart behind him and wrap him in a headlock. Porco yells and claws at your forearm, but you only tighten your grip on him, forcing him to either struggle or surrender. “You cheated, asshole!” he curses you out, gritting his teeth as he fruitlessly tries to break free of your hold.

“Not my fault you fell for it,” you snark back, teasingly tightening your arm around his throat. “You should’ve kept up a stronger guard, Pocky.”

“God, don’t call me Pocky. Pock is bad enough,” he groans, his short-cropped nails leaving little crescent marks in the meat of your forearm. His words say he’s angry, but the way he’s pressing against your front tells you otherwise. 

You rest your chin on his free shoulder, digging your chin into it just to fuck with him more than you already were. “Oh? You don’t like it? But it’s so cute, Pocky.” 

Porco growls at you with frustration, but he stops trying to escape your grip. “If I yield, will you stop calling me that?”

“Maybe,” you giggle, drawing out the ‘A’ sound. “Only if I get to brag to Marcel about beating you.”

He huffs and rolls his eyes, ensuring you know of his despair. “You and your demands are gonna kill me one day, and I’ll enjoy the silence I get from being free of your nagging.”

You pout cutely, but unfortunately, Porco couldn’t see it. “That’s such a long way to tell me you love me, Pocky.”

“Mmm, I wonder why,” he snarks, swallowing thickly. “Will you let me go now?”

“Can I brag to Marcel about your crushing defeat?”

Porco groans dramatically. “Fine, you can brag to him, I guess.” You pepper his cheek with kisses before you free him. “I’m never hearing the end of this from either of you, am I?” 

“Nope!” you giggle, kissing his cheek again before backing away.

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[aster-saturn]

HEYYYAAAA!!! Idk if you've done this req BUT what if the user is McFists/Vicrory's child and Randy has to battle them (btw user is EVILLLL and doesn’t have ANY MERCY, they do evil stuff cuz they want to!)

AS YOU COULD TELL I'M OBSESSED WITH THE VILLAIN X HERO TROUPE

Have a BEAUTIFUL DAYYY!!!

HELLO AGAIN :DDDD

You can probably tell who's my favorite villain now huh?

This has been out for awhile but I just wanted to answer this request and put this out there.

Currently still on hiatus due to family issues and school, but I'll work through the requests I already have when I have time.

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By telling people not to vote you have the blood of everyone who dies from trump's vicrory on your hands. Good luck with that!

if you vote for biden i have zero respect for you and consider you a pathetic and cowardly human being and i pray that your choice of aiding fascism makes you deeply humiliated and embarrassed and unable to sleep at night. i hope you never know peace and i hope you live with knowledge you voted for the man who has blood of 100,000+ palestinian men women and children on his hands. and i hope none of them ever forgive you when the history finally judges you and your pathetic nation.

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‘You see, hopes do not always become reality.’ Oleksandr Usyk, the Ukrainian professional boxer, the heavyweight and cruiserweight champion, the beholder of WBA (Super), IBF, WBO and IBO titles. 

[tcsnextgen]

I missed these two! ♥ Have them looking cute-sy! :D

[inevitablyuncertain]

character lines in order of raw:

fennel, facing an orc chieftain 3x her size: if the king has qualms with my actions, he can come here and try and stop me himself

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braze to an extra dimensional creature that's attached to our ranger like a parasite: you're not sorry, you're begging for your life. and i don't care.

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yessika to an incapacitated enemy, after meeting both the goddess of destiny and god of vicrory: if you make a move against anyone, do not bother praying. because if the gods were going to have mercy on you, if they wanted you to succeed, I Would Not Be Here

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[dojae-huh]

Nimdle

1) Twister game

- JN and JH end up very close on the mat. Jae: “It is our first time being so close”. And why would your mind go there? Reminded me about Johnny insisting he sleeps naked and Jae answering he never noticed, when they were roommates, “you took off your clothes secretly then”.

- Jae wins his round. Do comments: “Jung Jaehyun is strong”. Jae shows the fist of vicrory to Do and massages his shoulders briefly in celebration on his way to the spinning wheel. 

- Competitive Doyoung is not letting Haechan without a fight, haha.

- Jaehyun really needs to appreciate Doyoung’s agility, so he goes around to see from a better angle.

2) Kkanari night 1, 2

- When Jae picked up his number and exchanged a few words with standing near him WW, he went straight ahead to Doyoung to ask his number. 

- Doyoung complains loudly, Jaehyun sports a fond smile right away.

- Doyoung, I have news for you...

- Doyoung dances like an icicle, Jaehyun is hyped nonetheless, what’s new. Also Haechan helps his favourite hyung.

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This is truly the BEST quiz I have taken in a long time. It was so interesting and real... The question at the end made my day.

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Advice Greatly Needed

So I'm making a fanfic or something. I only have one short chapter, and I have no idea where to go with it. I would like suggestions and just feed back and advice in general. So without further a do,

This is it, Zelda thought, waiting anxiously from Epona's back. They both knew the slightest distraction to Link could cost him his life. He made it this far already, plus he was much faster than the Bandit King. However the fight went on and the odds for Link to emerge vicrorious bagan to dwindle. None the less the fight continued.

Strike after strike Link evaded and would occasionally slice the Gerudo in the side or back. However he was gonna need to do more than that, for Ganondorf appeared unaffected. Link knew he needed to turn to offensive strikes before his adrenaline died off.

Without warning a thunderous boom shook the sky which distracted the Hero, and in turn forced him to block instead of evading. Just as quickly as the thunder came he found himself back flat against the earth, increasingly getting wetter as the rain turned into a torrentous down pour. Ganondorf was approaching.

"Don't worry Hero, soon you'll have the nice long rest you deserve." Despite the deafinging storm Link made out what the Gerudo said, enabling him to spring to his feet. With his clothes weighing significantly more, and the ground now slip he would not be able to continue his tactic, but thinking of a knew one would require some thought, and thought time, and well time he was definitely running out of time. Fortunately the rain had the same effect on his foe.

Ganondorf launched at the Hylian with full force quickly triggering Link to block with the master sword. Both of them now struggling to push the other back. However nothing can compare to the master sword, even the Sword of Sages was unmatched. With that Link pushed back the Gerudo exposing his only mortal wound right below his chest. With little time at all Link mustered up his remaing strength and struck the Bandit King painfully spot on forcing him a few steps back all while the man roared with pain.

However Link lost his balance shortly after and fell flat before the Gerudo, face in the mud. Link wasn't sure if that would be all, for he heard nothing from Ganondorf and tried desperately to get up. His body refused as he laid lethargically.

Ganondorf regained his footing luckily for him Link miscalculated his strike and hit too low, just short of the fatal blow he anticipated. He effortlessly picked up Link by the collar. "When I'm done with you you'll beg for death." The Demon King's deep, dark voice chilled Link's spine to the core.

The brutal downpour turned into a softer rain. Zelda could now faintly see Ganondorf holding Link in his fist.

She needed to do something fast! If Link wasn't dead yet he would be soon. With no time to lose Epona swiftly carried Zelda, their approach muffled by the storms thunder.

Ganondorf lowered Link, "I applaud you though. It's been far too long since I fought a worthy apponet..." He quickly looked behind to the sight of Zelda Drawing back her Divine Bow.

This was her last arrow. Fully expecting him to dodge, Zelda used that to her advantage.

Ganondorf threw Link behind him while he jumped back.

Right after she cast a lightning bolt right in his chest. She jumped from Epona to grab the Master sword all the while Ganondorf's cries drowned the rain.

When Zelda picked up the blade it changed shape and strangely became smaller, resembling her rapier. Ganondorf stood kneeling silently as she bravely approached him and Link.

Then he began to laugh, no, not a laugh. A dark menacing chuckle. Zelda's blood turned cold. She readied the sword not knowing what to expect, she was prepared to fight.

Ganondorf stood up, and as he rose his chuckle grew into an amused roar. Before Zelda could decipher the situation Epona let out a harrowing cry alongside the sound of two heavy bodies colliding. And with that the Mane fell on top of Zelda bringing her down to the sluggish earth. The Princess moaned painfully, squinting ahead she could make out Ganondorf's Black steed to his side in a dazed blur.

Zelda tried to regain her senses. By the time she got a hold of them it was too late. Ganondorf was already binding her fists together,

Instinctively she commanded "Stop this now!" Futile, but her voice commanded authority. Authority that rivlead his own. Ganondorf tied the knot harshly, before Zelda could vocalize the discomfort he grabbed her by the hair, pulling her head towards him.

"Aaugh!" It was unlike anything the princess had felt in her life.

"Listen here you stuck-up bitch." He grunted sharply, "You do not give orders, and you will respect me. Do you understand?"

Primitively Zelda whimpered yes. Feeling pleased enough Ganondorf released his grip.

"Good." Ganondorf huffed standing up. He picked the master sword and plowed it in the ground between her arms. The flat side positioned in front of her bindings, leaving the edges dangerously close to her veins. All the while Epona unconsciously lay on top of her lower half. The mud was just enough to absorb the weight.

Now Zelda was reduced to nothing, sinking in the chilly muck. Frightened not only for herself but for her country, and even more importantly right now Link.

[fixaidea]

Moving on: Sir Eirik, the White Knight:

Garmarna - Herr Mannelig

Dies Irae

Vangelis - Across the Mountains

Ramin Djawadi - The Rains of Castamere

Ensiferum - Vicrory Song

Josh Groban - Remember

[thepig16]

omG UTIMATE MADE IT BETTER

white pikmin: hug me!!!

blue pikmin: come at me bro

purple pikmin: oh shit i think i killed him

olimar: *probally has a concussion*

Apparently this purple pikmin doesn’t care that it might have just killed its leader and the blue and white one are just sitting there like

‘Woah dude look at that’

I need to go to sleep

[tcsnextgen]

I’m back in the wonderful realm of Vicrory, thanks to Psi! ♥♥ I have missed these two!

It’s a rather silly and cliche thing but I enjoy it nonetheless: when they have their short thing going on, I can very well see the two doing actual couple stuff. Once he has gone astray, Rory is often surprisingly easygoing and chill - it’s almost as if he was made for this kind of life. So he probably takes Vic out to a concert or something, and when they come back, Rory decides to get high on some weed or crack or whatever it is that he’s into at the time.

Of course, Vic is curious. She has never even smoked a single cigarette so far and she never cared for it. She also doesn’t care much for drugs but she certainly wants to impress her guy.

“Nah. Not a good idea.”

“You’re acting like I’ve never done this before.”

“Well, I’m sure you’ve never done this before, Milady.”

Vic crosses her arms, shifting on the spot a little. “Well, you’re wrong.” she says after a few seconds of silence.

“Just drop it, will ya.” Rory smiles to himself and takes another drag.

“You’re not the only badass in the room?” Vic retorts.

“This ain’t about bein’ ‘badass’, I just don’t want ya t’ get in trouble.”

“Well… guess it’s a little too late for that, don’t you think?” Vic purses her lips and snatches the joint out of Rory’s hand. She gives him her most intense look. When Rory looks back at her and makes no move to stop her, Vic takes a deep drag.

She gets no chance to see the smug grin on his face. The hot smoke claws its way down her throat and only a moment later Vic starts coughing like she never did before. It is, without a doubt, the most disgusting thing she has ever tasted.

“Ack!” she manages to get out in between coughs. “What the-”

Rory gently pats her back and he has to restrain from laughing out loud.

“Bet that shit you smoked was a little… different, eh?” he asks after a while, when Vic has recovered a little.

Still coughing a little, she nods. “Apparently so.”

“Mhm.” Rory nods as well. He is rather impressed now, not because of what she did but because she still manages to make her voice sound defiant. He gently brushes a strand of hair behind her ear. “You’ve never actually done this, right?”

Vic sighs and rolls her eyes. “Do you have to rub it in now?”

“Not sayin’ anything? Just leave it be. No need to impress, I’m an easy guy.”

Vic lets out a small laugh. She feels a little stupid for making a fool out of herself but apparently Rory doesn’t care to be an arsehole about it.

It’s true - Rory finds her nothing but adorable now. She will make someone very happy in the future, he’s certain about that. For now though, he still has some plans with her. He’d be a fool to let her go that soon. Having a bright light in the shape of a smart and charming young lass in his life feels surprisingly good and he won’t pretend to feel otherwise. She can’t know, of course. No one can.

He will do the one and only right thing: enjoy the hell out of it while it still lasts.

[hybridwarriorx]

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[ramblingsreport]

“Hi, hello & welcome to the WEC Wrap-up show! I’m Alicia Vitarelli alongside Vanelle Lyn.

“Tonight we have 10 Matches for you tonight, followed by 3 Non-Title matches to follow, including one match with implications for the Women’s Extreme Rumble next weekend.

“Let’s begin the festivities with Kelly Cass taking on Jennifer Coffey.

“The match begins with both women in the ring. Jennifer Coffey easily destroys Kelly Cass. The match lasts about 15 minutes, with Jennifer hitting her version of the ‘Curb Stomp’ for the victory.

“Your winner: Jennifer Coffey!

“We’re joined now by Jen Coffey!

“Jen, great victory by you this evening! Please tell the viewers what’s next for you in the WEC?”

“Alicia, what’s next is, whatever Sabrina puts in front of me. If Sabrina wants to give me a title match, I’ll take it! I won’t turn down a title match if it’s offered, but as I said, it’s up to Sabrina!”

“Sounds good, Jen! Thank you for your time!” Alicia says.

“My pleasure, Alicia! Good night!” Jennifer says, walking away.

“Okay, for our next match, let’s go over to Vanelle Lyn, V?”

“Thank you, Alicia! Our next match is between Amy Stran & Sandy Summers.

“The match start our with both women in the ring. Amy dominates the entire match. Amy wins the match with a rear naked choke at the 30 minute mark.

“Your winner: Amy Stran.

“Amy stands over Sandy & poses for several minutes post match.

“We’re now joined by Amy Stran! Amy, congratulations on a huge victory, your first in the WEC! Please tell me how good this feels.”

“Vanelle, this feels tremendous. Sabrina has given me a tremendous opportunity and I don’t intend to waste it.”

“What’s next for you, Amy?”

“I’d like to announce that I’ll be competing in the Women’s Extreme Rumble next week!”

“Is that official?”

“That is official, Vanelle!”

“Wow! Huge news! Good luck in the Rumble, Amy! And, thank you for your time!”

“It’s my pleasure, Vanelle. Good night!” Amy says, walking away.

“For our next match, let’s go back to Alicia!”

“Thanks, V! Our next match is Kara James vs. Audrey Hollander.

“This turned out to be an extremely physical match. Both women put their health & well being on the line in this match. With Audrey Hollander eventually coming out on top at the 45 minute mark.

“Your winner: Audrey Hollander.

“We’re joined now by Audrey Hollander! Audrey, congratulations on a huge victory. How does it feel to finally notch one in the win column?”

“Alicia, the feeling is almost surreal, if that makes sense. And of courseeee, my next match tonight is against Vanelle, I just hope I don’t go out there & embarrass myself tonight!”

“I’m sure you won’t, Audrey! Thank you for joining us this evening!”

“It’s a pleasure, as always, Alicia! See you in the ring, Vanelle!” Audrey says, walking away.

“Okay, for our next match, let’s go back to Vanelle, V?” Alicia, says.

“Thanks, Alicia! Our next match is: Trang Do vs. Shailene Woodley.

“It was a good back & forth match, with Shailene Woodley coming out on top after 15 minutes!

“Your winner: Shailene Woodley!

“We’re joined now by: Shailene Woodley! Shailene, congratulations on a huge victory this evening!”

“Thank you, Vanelle! And, the pleasure is mine, as always!”

“Shailene, what was your game plan against Trang Do?”

“Honestly? I didn’t have much of a game plan, just don’t embarrass myself tonight, that’s all!” Shailene says.

“Well, thank you for joining us, & congratulations once again!”

“Thank you, Vanelle!” Shailene says, walking away.

“For our next match, let’s send it back to Alicia. Alicia?”

“Thanks, V! Our next match is: Audrey Hollander taking on our very own, Vanelle Lyn!

“The match was very one sided, with Vanelle gaining the easy victory after the 10 minute mark.

“Your winner: Vanelle Lyn! Vanelle, I’ll simply ask, what is next for you in the WEC?”

“Good question, Alicia! I have another match tonight, and I’m not exactly sure how much longer I’ll compete here in the WEC. I like co-hosting alongside you though.”

“Thank you, V! And I’ll send it to you for our next match.

“Thanks, Alicia! Our next match pits Lexxxi Luxe vs. Tammi Ann.

“The match started out pretty even, to the surprise of everyone in attendance, Tammi Ann gains the advantage.

“Tammi Ann even lifts Lexxxi up for a body slam.

“Tammi Ann is eventually declared the winner by knockout. It take several referees to pull Tammi Ann off of Lexxxi as Tammi continues punching Lexxxi in the head.

“After about 5 minutes, Tammi Ann is escorted from the ring, and Lexxxi is helped to her feet and helped backstage.

“And now, we’re joined by Tammi Ann! Tammi, what a completely dominant victory by you overr Lexxxi! How do you feel after such a victory?”

“Vanelle, I feel good! Lexxxi is nothing but a big bully, & tonight, she got got shut up. But, I can’t dwell on this vicrory for too long, I have one more match tonight, & I have a feeling I’m going to be licking some sweet pussy before tonight is over!”

“Well, enjoy your victory while you can, & we’ll talk to you later this evening! Thank you, Tammi!”

“Thank you, V! And Good luck to you as well when you face Lexxxi!” Tammi says, dropping her head set & walking away.

“For our next match, let’s go back to Alicia!”

“Thanks, V! Our next match features Queen Arianna vs. Taylor Edwards. This grudge has been boiling for quite some time, Arianna has lost to Taylor on several occasions, & Arianna has vowed revenge tonight & has promised that Taylor will kiss her feet tonight!

“The match starts off with both women in the ring. Taylor easily dominates the match, making quick work of Arianna. Taylor hits a series of belly to belly over head throws on Arianna. Taylor then climbs the top rope & hits a cross body splash off the top rope for the easy victory.

“Your winner: Taylor Edwards!

“We’re now joined by Taylor Edwards! Taylor, congratulations on a tremendous victory this evening, it’s certainly well desvered!”

“Thank you, Alicia! It’s been a while since I’ve been in the win column!”

“Taylor, what is next for you in the WEC?”

“I’m hoping to step outside the Blow Job Contest division, and I think with this victory tonight, I proved I can compete in any division in the WEC!”

“Is there anyone you’d like to issue an open challenge to?”

“This is open to anyone on the roster, especially to the World Champion, Lauren Phillips!”

“Thank you for your time, Taylor!”

“Thank you, Alicia!” Taylor says, dropping her headset & walking away.

“For our next match, let’s send it back to Vanelle, V?”

“Thanks, Alicia! Our next match is: Audrey Hollander taking on Jessica Kartalija.

“Thia match was so lopsided, the referee had to stop the match after 20 minutes. Audrey Hollander easily destroyed Jessica.

“After the match, Audrey stepped up the humilation by licking Jessica’s sweet pussy for the next 20 minutes, despite Jessica begging her to stop.

“When Audrey finally stopped, Jessica curled into the fetal position & cried before finally making her way backstage.

“We’re joined now by Audrey Hollander. Audrey, thank you for joining us this evening,”

“Vanelle, Vanelle, Vanelle! You defeated me earlier & you expect to interview me? I don’t think so! This interview is over!” Audrey says, dropping her headset & walking away.

“Okay, well…Let’s send it back to Alicia!”

“Thanks, V! Our next match features our very own Vanelle Lyn once again, as she takes on Lexxxi Luxe.

“Lexxxi Luxe seems to be recovered from the beating she took earlier from Tammi Ann.

“Vanelle Lyn easily dominated this match from the beginning. And defeated Lexxxi by knockout after only 10 minutes.

“Vanelle, I turn to you now. Two matches, two fairly easy victories, you thoughts, please?”

“Alicia, I can’t explain it, I just had a good day in the ring, & I’m just glad I was okay enough to join you here in the studio this evening!”

“Ok, thank you, Vanelle, & now over to you for our final match of the evening!”

“Thanks, Alicia! Our final match is between Jessica Kartalija & Tammi Ann!

“Tammi Ann dominated from the outset, easily defeating Jessica after only 5 minutes. Tammi Ann then proceeded to lick Jessica’s pussy for the next 30 minutes. It’s the second time on this card that Jessica was forcibly licked out.

“Jessica was left in the ring, crying like a baby!

“That’ll do it for the WEC Wrap-up, we’ll send it ringside for our 3 main event matches! For Alicia, I’m Vanelle, good night!”

[xo-alie-xo]

iCarly- Seddie ftw

Vicrorious- Jori ftw. Fighting over a guy and ending up with each other is my kind of shit. If it aired on freeform now a days, it would've been very much canon. Cuz Nick is racist and homophobic.

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