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urhoneycombwitch · 2 months

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Heyyy! Just a quick little request that has been TAKING over my mind. GN!Reader that LOVESSSSS photography x Rockstar!eddie. LIKE Reader will be taking photos of him whenever because he’s just so goddamn pretty playing his guitar. And Eddie will snatch film and shit for them. I’d like to think that they both have Polaroid pictures of each other. Bonus points if reader doesn’t like taking pictures of themselves but LOVES taking pictures of Eddie. I DONT KNOW I JUST THINKS ITS CUTE AHHHHH. if it’s fluff, smut, whatever, you do you! :D Byeeeeeeeee

as a film photographer myself i feel uniquely qualified to add to this tysm anon 💖

gn!reader, +18 mdni

Eddie absolutely gets you the good shit. he makes it a habit to visit the local camera stores at every city when he’s on the road, shells out for high-quality film cuz you taught him right and he actually listens when you talk about your interests!!

constantly surprising you with new gear. he’s never had money like this before and the fact that he can actually buy his partner things is so fucking thrilling. if his baby wants a vintage Rolleiflex with Planar lens that’s what’s getting boxed up for ‘em.

once you and Eddie settle on a house, he sets up a whole darkroom on the lower floor- lets you pick out all the details, hires a plumbing guy to hook up water so that you can do your own film baths. Jonathan Byers is equal parts green with envy and grateful that you’re willing to share the space w/him whenever he comes out for a visit 😇

before you, Eddie never really liked his picture taken, tolerated the ordeal at best- Wayne showed you an old photo book one time, groused about his nephew making odd faces and being squirmy in front of the lens even as young as 4 years old. you’ve made up for it a hundred times over, tho- Eddie learned quick that you wouldn’t take no for an answer when it came to your new muse.

you’ve got probably over a thousand pictures of him by now, in different states across the country, some on stage in full makeup shredding on guitar, a few that are widely recognized as Corroded’s album covers- but most are quiet, intimate. there’s this one you keep in your wallet, makes your heart flutter every time: Eddie leaned back in the grass on his elbows, soft sunlight filtered through the magnolia tree in your backyard, eyes crinkled at the corners and fixed on you behind the camera.

he’s got a bunch of you, too, of course- mostly Polaroids that are decidedly not for public eye. keeps those like a true gentleman safe in a shoebox under your bed at home: images burned into his brain by this point to take with him in memory while on the road. the soft shape of your thigh against a downy duvet, gleaming pearlescent with his cum. another of his hand wrapped around your throat, rings digging into gentle flesh under the blissed-out smile of your mouth that makes him ache somethin’ fierce just thinking about it.

there are others that he does keep in his wallet, more tame but just as searingly intimate, ones he’s taken after cajoling you in front of the lens or having won a tussle over whose turn it was to shoot whom. one of you with guitar cables looped neatly around either arm after a gig, nose crunched and mouth halfway to telling him off, irritation and fondness captured in bright flash. another of you stretched out in the front yard, one hand at your forehead to block the afternoon sun, the other resting placid on your stomach as you looked up at him.

“This one’s mine,” Eddie always says when asked about you, showing off the latest picture with a deep well of love and pride. he may as well start carrying an album for all the photos he carries of you.

#lu’s anons #e.m. thots from lu #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #rockstar!Eddie x reader #rockstar!eddie x photographer!reader #Eddie x photographer!reader

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bookished · 8 months

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🦋 ( a second part for the collection of serial killer x fbi agent starters. adjust phrasing as necessary.) feel free to make edits to better suit your muse, but please don’t edit or add on to the original post 💛 if you like, please consider supporting me through tips. tag me when you use any!

"You know, Agent, we're not so different, you and I." "Don't even try to justify your actions. There's no comparison between us."

"I've always admired your determination, Agent. It's what makes this game so thrilling." "This isn't a game. It's justice, and it's long overdue."

"I have information that could help you catch the real monsters out there, Agent. But it comes at a price." "I'll never make a deal with the devil, no matter how tempting."

"You must be getting tired of cleaning up after me, Agent. Tell me, does the blood ever wash off your hands?" "My hands are clean, but yours will never be."

"You should be grateful, Agent. Without me, your career would be rather uneventful." "I'll be even more grateful when you're behind bars for the rest of your life."

"I've left you clues all along the way, Agent. Can you solve the puzzle before the next victim falls?"

"I've left breadcrumbs for you, Agent, but can you follow the trail to the truth?" "I'll follow your trail all the way to your downfall."

"I did what I did to expose the darkness within humanity, Agent. To make them see their own potential for evil." "Your twisted philosophy won't save you from the consequences of your actions."

"I have information on a new threat, Agent. Let's make a deal. You help me, and I help you." "I'll never trust a word that comes out of your mouth."

"You're so close, Agent, and yet so far. Can you decipher the riddle before it's too late?" "Your games won't stop me from catching you."

"You got lucky this time, Agent. But luck can't protect you forever." "I don't rely on luck. I rely on my training and my determination to stop you."

"Your profile of me was surprisingly accurate, Agent. Almost like you know me better than I know myself." "I studied monsters like you so I could bring them to justice."

"Do you remember the first time we met, Agent? I knew then that we were destined for something special." "I remember, and I remember that it was the start of your downfall."

"You're too late, Agent. The next victim is already gone. It's a shame you couldn't save them." "I won't let you claim another victim. You're not leaving here."

"You must get lonely, waiting here all night. I can keep you company, Agent, if you'd like." "I'd rather be lonely than in your company."

"Agent, I've been patient. I've watched you. Now, I have a proposal that will benefit both of us." "I'm not interested in your twisted proposals. You'll pay for your crimes."

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euphoriabled-memes · 1 year

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So Much (For) Starters.

All starters are lyrics taken from the album So Much (For) Stardust by the band Fall Out Boy, released March 24, 2023. Please feel free to change as you see fit. ( Seeing as I’ve made this meme the day this album came out, some lyrics may be incorrect. My apologies! )

Love From The Other Side

“You know I'm dying out here.”

“What would you trade the pain for?”

“You were the sunshine of my lifetime.”

“I'd never go, I just want to be invited.”

“Sending my love from the other side of the apocalypse.”

“Every lover's got a little dagger in their hand.”

“Nowhere left for us to go but Heaven.”

“Give up what you love before it does you in…”

Heartbreak Feels So Good

“No matter what they tell you, the future's up for grabs.”

“Is there a word for bad miracle?”

“Nobody said the road was endless.”

“Could we please pretend this won't end?”

“We could cry a little? Cry a lot?”

“We could dance our tears away, emancipate ourselves.”

Hold Me Like A Grudge

“When you ask how I've been, I know you mean well.”

“I guess I'm getting older 'cause I'm less pissed.”

“Silent killers are these years coming like waves.”

“You put the ‘fun’ into dysfunction.”

“Hold me like a grudge.”

“The world is always spinning, and I can't keep up.”

“Part-time soulmate, full-time problem.”

“I guess, somehow, we made it back.”

“I am a diamond on the inside, just add the pressure!”

“I thought I knew better, I thought it would get better.”

“I figured somehow by now, I would have got it together.”

“We'll do more than just get by.”

Fake Out

“Make no plans and none can be broken.”

“Do you laugh about me whenever I leave?”

“Do I just need more therapy?”

“Love is in the air, I just gotta figure out a window to break out.”

“My mood board is just pictures of you.”

“I'm not sad anymore.”

“We did it for futures that never came and for pasts that we're never gonna change.”

Heaven, Iowa

“Kiss my cheek, baby, please.”

“Would you read my eulogy?”

“I will never ask you for anything — except to dream sweet of me.”

“I will never ask you for anything.”

“Tell me when the party ends.”

“Will you still love who I am?”

“They don't know how much they’ll miss.”

“Save your breath; half your life you've been hooked on death!”

“Be careful what you bottle up.”

“I'm saving this all for later.”

So Good Right Now

“We'll drive until the engine just gives up.”

“I know I've made mistakes, but at least they were mine to make.”

“I'll be whatever you need me to be.”

“I cut myself down to whatever you need me to be.”

The Pink Seashell

“There's no point to any of this, it's all just a random lottery of meaningless tragedy and a series of near escapes.”

“I take pleasure in the detail, you know, a, a Quarter Pounder with cheese? Those are good.”

I Am My Own Muse

“I like playing dumb, letting you figure me out.”

“I was faded, in my own defense.”

“We got to throw this year away.”

“The trumpets bring the angels, but they never came.”

“I know I keep my feelings so tucked away.”

“Just another day spent hoping we don't fall apart.”

“Let's twist the knife again like we did last summer.”

Flu Game

“I guess to you now, I'm just a face in the crowd.”

“Oh, God, kindly please, would you kill me now?”

“Carved out a place in this world for two, but it's empty without you.”

“I've got all this love I've got to keep to myself.”

“All this effort to make it look effortless.”

“I can't be who you need me to be.”

“Every candle's gotta run out of wax.”

Baby Annihilation

“Time is luck, and I wish ours overlapped more.”

“The first time I took the mask off, just had another one on underneath.”

“I'm just melted wax on a birthday cake, another year fades away.”

“If you want a job done right, you gotta do it yourself.”

“What is there between us, if not a little annihilation?”

The Kintsugi Kid (Ten Years)

“I'm pretty sure, as far as humans go, I am a hard pill to swallow.”

“I spent ten years in a bit of chemical haze and I miss the way that I felt nothing.”

“Passed my old street, the house I grew up in. It breaks your heart.”

“Four of the Ramones are dead.”

“And I miss the way that I felt nothing.”

“You don't know me anymore.”

What A Time To Be Alive

“That’s the way the world used to be before our dreams started bursting at the seams.”

“I don't care if it's pretty.”

“The view's so pretty from the deck of a sinking ship.”

“Everything is lit except my serotonin.”

“Please, I just need someone to hold me.”

“Oh, what a time to be alive.”

“They say that I should try meditation, but I don’t want to be with my own thoughts.”

“I just want to be your cherry on top.”

“when I said ‘leave me alone’ this isn't quite what I meant.”

So Much (For) Stardust

“I feel like something that's been stretched out, over and over again.”

“I don't have the guts to keep it together.”

“Life is just a game, maybe.”

“I'm stuck in a lonely loop.”

“I need the sound of crowds, or I can't fall asleep at night.”

“Another year of possibilities left unwrapped like gifts the day right after Christmas passed.”

“I'm pretty positive my pain isn't cool enough.”

“I think I've been going through it.”

“In another life, you were the sunshine of my lifetime.”

“I used to be a real go-getter.”

“I used to think it'd all get better.”

“We thought we had it all.”

#has anybody done this yet #Lyric Meme #lyric starters #fall out boy lyric meme #fall out boy rp meme #Fall Out Boy lyric starters #fall out boy rp starters #indie rp meme #indie rp starters #indie roleplay starters #indie roleplay meme #indie roleplay prompts #rp meme #rp starters #roleplay meme #roleplay starters #roleplay prompts #so much for stardust starters #so much (for) stardust starters

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necrophcge · 1 month

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NAME:

Lee

PRONOUNS:

he/him

MOST ACTIVE MUSE(S)?

// Meddles here is technically my most active, but I'm doing stuff behind the scenes for my lads Brom ( @of-forossa ), and Samuel Whist ( @fishermcn ) so I'll add them here too lmao.

RP PET PEEVES?

// Ah hell man, probably a lack of progression when it comes to replies? When I'm writing a thread with someone, I do what I can to make sure they have enough from my own to continue the story we're telling together. So getting a reply in return that doesn't move things forward puts me in kind of a bind y'know? Matching or similar length comes with that as well, though I don't expect folks to match me word for word so much as giving as good as they've gotten!

Communication is also key! I know that it can be uncomfortable or a bit daunting to try to chat with folks you haven't gotten to know all that well, but with threads being something we create together we really should be on the same page. Even just a little update or the like is preferable to total radio silence rofl.

EXPERIENCE / HOW MANY YEARS?

// Shoot, it's probably been about twelve, maybe thirteen years now? Been on here the whole time and have bounced around to a few different fandoms before more or less settling down into the soulsborne community.

FLUFF, ANGST, OR SMUT?

// I'm definitely an angst kinda guy, though usually in the sense that things are going down or conflict is brewing rather than interpersonal drama. I live for fight-writing and the tension that comes with lives being on the line. Fluff is usually reserved for one and done replies rather than threads because I feel it's more impactful thst way, while smut is... well. I'm getting better at it, but it's definitely my weakest writing of the bunch. That, and I admittedly can get a bit nervous posting it out here in the wild for everyone to see (////-\\\\)

PLOTS OR MEMES?

// Both! Plots and plotting are my preferred go-to for our muses to get to know each other and establish what their relationship will be like going ahead, while with memes I'll usually go ham on a single reply with the intent of further fleshing out what we've pieced together for our muses.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES?

// If you've known me on my other blogs you already know I tend to get long winded XD. Short replies never feel like I've said enough honestly, and by taking the time to get in depth with them I reckon it opens the door wider for potential interactions (memes) or it gives the other person more room to reply with (threads). Least amount I'll do is around two to three paragraphs.

TIME TO WRITE?

// I'd love to tell you folks that I'm a responsible, orderly guy who keeps a good sleep schedule and has a set time for writing. Unfortunately I'm little more than an animal who's as likely to bump out an ask or reply at 4:00 in the morning as I am to post something mid-afternoon. Ideally though... I prefer the evenings for it. More privacy, more time to gather my thoughts and less demands for me personally to have to address.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S)?

// I'm a firm believer in the notion that muns typically have something either in common with or identify strongly with their muses in some form or another, and I'm no exception. Meddles might be a conqueror, cruel and malicious, but struggling against a seemingly impossible task and not wanting to be alone in this world... yeah. Yeah, I can relate to that. It helps me put myself in their shoes and understand them better if there's something about them I identify with.

tagged by: @ferinehuntress (much obliged panda :D)

tagging: @yellowfingcr, @hexenjagd, @bcwblade, @rotten-pest, @izar-tarazed, and you!

#ooc tag.#// not me shamelessly plugging all the lads lmao #// but yeah! this was fun; good way of putting to words some of my processes ^^

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endlessnightlock · 1 year

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71.

"Would you just shut up please?"

A continuation of this bed-sharing prompt.

Part One

Part Two

Peeta went upstairs to his family’s apartment, moving slowly to prevent more of my fussing about being careful. For a person who couldn’t get up from the floor last night and stumbled on his feet getting out of bed, he’s pushing his luck today. “I grabbed these to stuff in the cracks around the door,” he says, reappearing with an armful of worn, threadbare sheets. “Ought to keep the snow outside.”

The wind is even stronger today than last night, and snow is steadily making it’s way into the kitchen between the door and it’s frame. Frigid air whistles in also, invading my ears while the white stuff lands on the floor. There’s something this strong winter wind howling outside that makes it seem as though it’d be easy to lose your mind.

Sliding off the stool by the kitchen work counter, I join Peeta by the back door. Carefully, he stuffs edges of the sheets wherever a draft comes in. wanting to keep the small bit of space we established this morning, I lean against the door and peer out the window into the wall of blizzard snow. Tiny, frozen flakes ping against the window panes and wood siding with a delicate thunk sound. “Wonder how long this storm’ll last,” I muse, shivering at the thought of being outside in that.

“We’ll be fine here,” Peeta says. “We have enough wood to keep the smallest oven going, and enough provisions.” He frowns, stuffing the last of the sheet into the base of the doorway before looking up at me. “You think your mother and Prim are alright, will they worry that you never made it home last night?”

I shrug. There’s enough food at home to last them three or four days so I’m not concerned. And the other—

“They stopped worrying about me a long time ago,” I say nonchalantly. “They know I’m good at finding places to hole up and wait things out.”

“Doesn’t mean they don’t worry. I would,” Peeta admits, standing after managing to block the snow’s way inside the kitchen. I step aside, allowing him room to shove another sheet between the window pane and it’s frame. “Glad you didn’t try to go home last night.”

“I’m capable of taking care of myself,” I tell him.

“Someone I loved? I wouldn’t want them out in that,” he sucks air in through his teeth. Glancing at me, he raises his eyebrow. “It’s wicked out there,” he adds, moving around me and effectively dropping the subject. Which is good because it was on the tip of my tongue to ask why he used the word loved.

Since he isn’t opening the bakery today, there isn’t a whole lot for him and I to do to pass the time. He puts a kettle of water on the stove, and once it’s boiling, pours the water into a pot for tea before offering to make us something for breakfast. Although I protest, not wanting to owe him anything, he rolls his eyes at me. “Consider it payment for last night’s nursing,” he says, squatting next to the wood stove, sliding a peel with slices of bread on it inside. Eyes almost twinkling, he glances at me and adds, “Don’t worry. I was just going to make toast. You won’t owe me your firstborn or anything.”

“Your second born, maybe,” he adds when I remain quiet, peering inside the open door. “Only if you have an overabundance.”

I cover my mouth to keep my laughter in. “Got you there, I’m never having kids,” I reply.

“Well, I guess you got me then. Perfect,” Peeta says to himself, sliding the peel back out. On it’s blackened, worn-smooth surface, lie two thick pieces of hearty bread. “No butter, but we do have some honey. Go sit at the counter, I’ll be there in a minute.”

“I’m not---”

“Katniss, would you just shut up please?” He interrupts, laughing when I scowl at him. “I’m not going to eat in front of you. I know you’re hungry. You know you’re hungry. Don’t be so stubborn.”

A few moments later we’re sitting on stools at the work counter, having tea and toast.

“Sorry, it’s a little dry,” Peeta apologizes, dunking one end of his slice in his tea mug.

“It’s perfect,” I say quietly. My slice of bread sticks in my throat, but not because of it’s texture. I’m certain what we’re eating is the same kind he threw to me that day he saved my life.

“Nah. It’s perfect when it’s fresh.”

“I know, but this is good. Thank you,” I add, meeting his eye, swallowing around the lump in my throat. “Thank you for the other time you fed me, too.”

Peeta sets his slice on the counter, brushing his hands together to rid them of any crumbs. “Do you mean from when we were kids?”

I raise my eyebrows at him. Obviously. “It meant a lot to me,” I say.

Peeta looks away, cheeks pinking under my scrutiny. “I think we can let that one go.”

“Why did you do it, though?”

He meets my eyes again. “Because you needed it.”

“But your mother hurt you for burning it. I heard her do it!”

“And I survived,” he says, and I’m suddenly embarrassed about bringing that up, the way I paid attention to it all and how I’ve done so with him since.

“It’s not that big a deal. I was worried about you, the way you came to school after your father, well, passed, looking so thin and just, you looked hollow, like the life was sucked out of you or something. And I wanted to help you, hell, anything to help before then. My chance didn’t come until that night. So I gave you some bread, and my mother hit me. But you lived.”

Silence settles between us, the thick sort where someone is sure to blurt something out any moment. I go first. “Why me, though?”

“Why not?” he counters, picking up his mug of tea and taking a drink, grimacing at the flavor. “You don’t always have to do something expecting things in return.”

“Yes you do,” I counter strongly. What nonsense is he saying? “That’s exactly what you do. If you do something for me, I owe you. If I do something for you, then you owe me.”

“So you think you owe me?” Peeta asks softly, leaning forward on his stool.

I drop my eyes to the counter top, avoiding his gaze. “I owe you a lot, and I can never repay it.”

“I wish you didn’t feel that way,” he says hesitantly. “The thing is, I would have given you that bread anyway. That was always going to happen. But Katniss, I like you. I always have.”

“You like me?” I ask, confused. Obviously he doesn’t dislike me or we wouldn’t be sitting here talking. It seems to me he likes everyone. No one ever has a bad word to say about him.

Peeta stares at me pointedly, until I realize what he’s getting at.

Oh. He likes me. I laugh nervously because what is actually happening right now? My heart flutters in my chest, heat creeping up my neck. “I didn’t know,” I admit.

He smiles ruefully, moving his hand forward, touching my fingertips for half a second before scooting it back. “I never got up the nerve to talk to you before, why would you? So you can understand why I don’t want you to feel you owe me anything.”

“I just...I don’t understand.”

“What is there to not understand?” he pries.

“I don’t know,” I say dropping my face into the palm of my hands. “I wasn’t expecting you to say that,” I mumble through my fingers.

“Does that make you uncomfortable, knowing I like you?” Peeta asks, sounding unsure of himself for the first time. “I don’t expect anything from you---”

“No!” I pop my head up, immediately cringing upon realizing I shouted at him. “Sorry, er. No.”

He laughs. “Okay. Good. I’m glad. Are you, uh, done there?”

Biting my lip I nod, pushing my tea cup away. My toast is already gone.

“What should we do now?” Peeta asks, taking my cup away.

I swear my heart stops. “Huh?” I ask. I don’t know what to do about him liking me.

“Well, there isn’t much to do down here. I can’t really prep anything, since I don’t know when we’ll be open for business again. Do you want to go upstairs to the apartment? There are some books up there, or there’s always television.”

I sigh in relief. Of course Peeta meant what are we going to do this afternoon, not what we’re going to do about him liking me. What is there to do about that, really? At least I don’t need to answer that question today. “Yeah, let’s go upstairs.”

#endlessnightlock writes #katniss everdeen/peeta mellark #oh these silly boogers #everlark drabble #everlark

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blackjackkent · 2 months

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Occurs to me that I forgot to get Karlach's first engine upgrade and almost let the tieflings wander off again without doing it. We know from Hector's run that she can survive not doing it until Last Light (although it did break the romance and I had to use console commands to re-enable it :P ), but I remembered in time so we might as well do it now.

And oh hey, while popping in camp to get her, looks like Gale has something to talk about! I'm sure it is something normal and not world-shattering at all.

After giving him another pair of magical boots to snack on, he looks at her with a very dismayed expression.

"Good gods," he murmurs. "It hardly has any effect. Mystra have mercy on us all." He shifts uneasily from foot to foot. "Listen - I need to speak to you. To all of you. It would be unconscionable of me to remain silent."

Rakha's eyes fix on him at once, attentively. It seems he finally means to give answers about this condition and what it involves - something she has been deeply frustrated not to receive already. "Go on," she says curtly. A slight pause, and then she adds slightly more quietly, remembering their shared experience channeling the Weave, "You're among friends."

There's only a hint of irony in the words. She knows perfectly well that Gale does not fully trust her, even now. But he is ready to talk, regardless, it seems.

He laughs softly through his nose at the comment. "I might just be about to remedy that," he murmurs. "You have to know... who I was. You have to know who I really am."

Rakha does not even know who she really is, let alone anyone else, but she says nothing, just nods.

"What I am," he goes on gravely, "is a walking shadow of the promise I once held. I'm... what one might call a wizard prodigy, who from an early age could not only control the Weave but compose it - much like a musician, or a poet."

She remembers the way he guided her into the depths of the Weave, pulled it through them and around them like a blanket. Yes. She can believe this. She nods again.

"Such was my skill," he continues, "that it earned me the attention of the mother of magic herself. The Lady of Mysteries. The goddess Mystra. She revealed herself to me and she became my teacher. In time, she became my muse, and later even my lover."

This gives Rakha some pause. He speaks very casually of meeting the goddess face to face - the source of power that she felt that night in the Weave. The deity whose face Gale held in the palm of his hand. Muse? Lover?

She remembers her raw, violent night with Lae'zel, tries to picture knowing that her partner controlled the very fabric of magic itself. It is difficult to conceive. "Are you telling me you made love to a goddess?" she asks skeptically.

He smiles slowly, a flicker of nostalgic glee. "Oh yes." Then his expression calms back into sober strain. "We enjoyed each others' company - body, mind, and soul. But even so, I desired more. You see... no matter how powerful a wizard we mortals can become, we never scratch more than the surface of the Weave. Mystra keeps us in check. There are boundaries she doesn't let us cross. Yet every time I was with her, I stood on the precipice, gazing into the wonders that lay beyond." His lips tighten in a frown. "I sought to cross her boundaries."

She focuses for a moment on the everpresent tingle of magic along her skin, her awareness of the fabric of magic as she experiences it. She tries to imagine what he might mean, of power beyond it, greater still. "How exactly did you try to cross those... boundaries?" she asks.

"I tried to convince her. I pouted, I pleaded, I swore my ambition was only to serve her better. But she only smiled and told me to be contented." He smiles bitterly. "As inconceivable as it seems to me now, I shared a bed with a goddess, and yet I wasn't satisfied. So I sought to prove myself worth to her instead." A pause. He sets his jaw with determination. "We come now to the crux of my folly. Shall I share the story behind it, or would you rather head straight to its sordid finale."

Rakha, of course, wants information more than almost anything and all but demands that he explain in fully.

He tells her of the empire of Netheril, and how it fell after its lord sought to usurp Mystra's power and in doing so, destroyed his people, himself, and the Weave itself. He explains how Mystra put the pieces back together - all but one - and how Gale himself learned of a missing piece locked away in an ancient Netherese tome.

"What if, I thought," he says. "What if after all this time, I could return this lost part of herself to the goddess?"

Rakha's eyes narrow. She has little context for much of the world, but the concept of hubris is not a difficult one to grasp. "What was the answer to that question?" she asks.

"The answer was to try," he answers, as she could have expected. "The outcome was to fail." Again that flash of deep, self-recriminating bitterness. "I was certain that this deed of raw power draped in romance would convince Mystra to take me by the hand and welcome me into her hitherto forbidden domains. I was mistaken."

He crouches down before her, extends a hand towards hers. "I obtained the fabled book and took it into my study. As for what happened next... here. Place your hand over my heart. Let me show you."

She squints cautiously at him for a long moment, then reaches out and places her hand into his. He pulls it at once to his chest; she can feel the heavy thump of his heart under his robes. And something else, too - a pulsing of the Weave, a sucking, drawing-in sensation pulling desperately, greedily at the fabric of magic around it.

Narrator: You feel the tadpole quiver as you realize Gale is letting you in. Into the dark...

The connection opens between them and with it comes a roiling mass of deep, black pain, dragging her headlong into his mind. She cries out, tries to jerk away, but her palm feels glued to his chest.

Narrator: You see through Gale's eyes, staring down the corridors of a dread memory. A book, bound, then suddenly opened. Inside there are no pages, only a swirling mass of blackest Weave that pounces. Its teeth, its claws - it's unstoppable as it digs through and becomes part of you. And gods... is it ever-hungry...

With a final wrenching effort, she pulls herself backwards, breaking the connection with a snap that resonates through her whole body.

Yank your hand away.

She draws back, stares at him from under hooded brows. It is as she first suspected some days ago - he too carries a hungry monster inside him, a creature of shadow that demands his action. He has mistrusted her, all this time - when he has known himself just as trapped by a force he does not control.

Or perhaps *because* of that.

He watches her as she draws away, his eyes fixed on her face. "Terrifying, isn't it?" he murmurs. "And that is only the beginning. This Netherese blight - this 'orb' for lack of a better word, is balled up inside my chest. And it needs to be fed. As long as I absorb traces of the Weave from potent enough sources, it remains quiet. Were it ever to fully destabilize, however..."

She can hear the threat in his voice and stiffens involuntarily. "Go on."

"I will erupt," he says flatly. "I don't know the exact magnitude of the eruption, but given my studies of Netherese magic, I'd say even a fragment as small as the one I carry... it'd level a city the size of Waterdeep."

Fear. It bursts through her immediately - and on its heels, anger. He has kept this from her, from all of them - the fact that he is a walking bomb wearing a man's face. And he has judged her for the monster in her head, when she did not make the choice to carry it as he did. He has endangered them all.

The beast growls in her head; she tries to shake it away, but the words slip out, angry, cold. "By rights I should kill you," she hisses.

He takes a step back. He is well aware of her ability and willingness to carry through on the threat - but he does not look afraid so much as terribly sad. "Perhaps that is what I deserve," he agrees softly. "But you deserve no such thing. To kill me is to unleash the orb." Another step back. "All of this... it must feel like a betrayal. Say the word, and we'll part ways."

It would be easy to let the beast slip free, to punish him, make him hurt for the injustice he has done to her. And she is sure the beast does not care one whit for any explosion that might follow.

But if he is right, then he cannot die, not here. And he cannot be sent away; in the wilderness alone, he would die almost as certainly.

And... he shared the Weave with her. No matter how angry she might be - that fact remains, flat and inescapable. He shared the Weave with her, and he shares the tadpole connection, and he is one of them, part of the small amount of the world that she knows, for better or for worse.

She looks inward, stares down the beast, and when it withdraws, she steps forward very slowly. Meeting Gale's eyes, she puts out her hand and rests it unmoving against his throat.

An unspoken message. I could kill you. I am angry, and the beast wishes it. But I. Will. Not.

Her hand falls to her side.

"We've come this far," she says curtly. "And we'll continue on together. This is how it will be."

He tenses at the touch, then slowly relaxes as she draws back. "That is... a great relief," he whispers hoarsely. "Oh, a great relief indeed. You..."

He pauses, then nods slowly, meeting her eyes, understanding what she has said - and what she hasn't, and what they share between them now for better or for worse. "You truly are a soul that steels my own," he says quietly. "From all my new-rallied heart, I thank you. I thank you all--" he adds, for the others have gathered around, listening with various degrees of concern. "I understand if you stand against me. I'm humbled if you stand with me. Either way, I will do my best not to let you down."

He steps forward, reaches out a hand and - when Rakha does not pull away - he rests his palm carefully on her shoulder. His eyes remain fixed on hers. "I stand at a precipice," he says. "But if you do not give up hope, neither shall I. I'll fight. I'll resist - as long as I can."

She nods slowly. Yes. We will resist - both of us with these dark beasts inside us. Perhaps... perhaps we will even succeed.

#bjk plays bg3 durge #rakha the dark urge #ok really very pleased with the ending of this :O #unexpectedly dramatic lol

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erisenyo · 10 months

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“I’m not cut out for this.” < Toko, please

For this prompt game!

“I’m starting to think,” Toph says as the door silently opens behind her, pinging a bit of wrought metal from the window pane off into the corner of the room, “That I’m not cut out for this.”

“I wouldn’t necessarily say that,” Zuko says as he pads toward her, Toph following his progress by his heartbeat, his steps always strangely light against her earthsense for someone so solid.

“Everyone else would,” Toph says, folding her arms when Zuko makes one of his little neutral noises. “Don’t even try to tell me you think that went well.”

“…I mean.”

“You’re nowhere near a good enough liar for that, Your Fireliness,” Toph warns, the fact that she'd normally be curious enough to want to see him try anyway somehow only serving to make the twist in her gut more sour.

“But it wasn’t a total disaster,” Zuko says, leaning against the window sill next to her. “For example,” he continues, ignoring her snort. “Nothing is on fire—”

“Yeah, that would be you, not me.”

“—and there’s no risk of an international incident—”

“Again, you, not me.”

“—just brutal personal embarrassment—”

“Wow. Thanks.”

“—and King Kuei even complimented your negotiation strategy—”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?”

“—and your mom and dad both watched you leave the room.”

Toph sighs, thunking her head against the stone wall, focusing on the comforting reverberation back at her. “Not helping, Zuko.”

“It’s better than them not watching,” he says, giving her a little nudge, that particular pain old enough for him to sound wry over. “Trust me. Especially with the way you blew that door off its hinges."

Toph scrunches up her face, kicking the wall a bit harder this time, feeling all the ways she could make it crack. “They just keep trying to—” she cuts off, yanking another chunk of metal out of the windowpane in frustration instead, squeezing it hard enough to feel the way it heats and protests before forcing herself to loosen her grip

“I know,” Zuko says quietly, and she knows he does. “But its not your fault if they’re too blind to notice how awesome you are,” he adds, firm, and Toph snorts.

“Was calling Lord Dumb-Shit back there—”

“Dum Shi is a rather unfortunate family name,” Zuko muses.

“—an idiot too stupid to realize a good deal if it crawled up his ass and died there—”

“Evocative,” Zuko comments.

“—really an example of my being awesome? When we’re supposed to be securing a trade deal?”

“I mean.” The familiar rustle of Zuko scratching at the base of his topknot. “I thought it was pretty great.”

Toph snorts.

“And hey,” he says, grabbing her hand where its balled into a fist against the crook of her elbows, fingers strong and gentle as he rubs across her knuckles. “I'll tell you have someone close to me once said when I was down and doubting myself.”

“What?” she asks, trying not to sigh. She’s really not in the mood right now for one of Uncle’s—

“That 'you're dating the greatest earthbender in the world' and 'to fucking act like it, Hotman.'”

Toph blinks.

“And to fuck ‘em,” Zuko adds, thoughtful and giving a little tug on her hand that she’s too startled not to follow into the welcome firebender heat of his body, “And to fuck shit up.”

“When in doubt, fuck their shit up,” Toph corrects, rote.

“Which, again, is rea;;y supposed to rhyme—”

“Yeah, yeah, shove it,” Toph says, finally breaking into a grin as she leans into him, something delighted and amused sparkling through the lingering twist of upset in her stomach. “Got some recent talents to tell me about, Zuko?" she teases, embracing the opportunity to grab the thread of her usual brashness that he's offering. "Since I’m dating the greatest earthbender in the world, apparently? Should we let Aang formally now he’s got some Avatar competition?”

“I mean." Zuko shrugs, a rustle of layers. "If you want to draft up a proclamation about how well I rocked your—”

Toph is cackling before he even finishes, belly-deep and loud and oh, does it feel good to do after a day of trying to be right instead of just being her, laughing again when Zuko’s heart does that particular double-hitch beat that he only ever does for her, feeling buoyed up again as she strides ahead of him back to the Beifong negotiating table, ready, to quote Zuko quoting the greatest earthbender in the world, to fuck this shit up like only she knows best.

#asks and answers #ljf613 #Toph #Zuko #Toko #my writing #fic writing #Toph: on a journey to figure out just how much parental approval she wants to try for #Zuko: totally getting it

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lucifersresources · 1 year

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fall out boy // so much (for) stardust meme

edit/alter/change pronouns etc as you see fit!

love from the other side.

it kills me, you know.

i'm dying out here.

what would you trade the pain for?

you were the sunshine of my lifetime.

i'd never go, i just want to be invited.

don't fight it.

sending my love from the other side of the apocalypse.

i just about snapped.

don't look back.

every lover's got a little dagger in their hand.

i'm falling in and out of love.

nowhere left for us to go but heaven.

summer falling through our fingers again.

give up what you love.

give up what you love before it does you in.

heartbreak feels so good.

the future's up for grabs.

is there a word for bad miracle?

the road was endless.

could we please pretend this won't end?

it was an uphill battle.

we could cry a little, cry a lot.

don't stop dancing.

we'll cry later or cry now.

it's heartbreak.

we could dance our tears away.

heartbreak feels so good.

we said we'd never grow up.

it's open season on blue moods.

hold me like a grudge.

i know you mean well.

i love my life.

guess i'm getting older.

you put the 'fun' into dysfunction.

hold me like a grudge.

i can't keep up.

can't do it on my own.

part-time soulmate, full-time problem.

somehow, we made it back.

we made it back with a few dreams of ours still in tact.

i am a diamond on the inside, just add pressure.

i got no map to my own treasure.

guess i'm getting bolder.

i thought i knew better.

i thought it would get better.

i figured somehow by now, i would have got it together.

if you put your heart in it then we'll do more than just get by together.

i'm like a storm on the horizon.

fake out.

cut through the darkness.

remember us just like this forever.

this can't last.

do you laugh about me whenever i leave?

do i just need more therapy?

love is in the air.

buried alive inside my dreams.

i don't care.

my mood board is just pictures of you.

i'm not sad anymore.

we all started out as shiny dimes.

we all got flipped too many times.

we did it for futures that never came.

pasts that we're never gonna change.

heaven, iowa.

i've unspooled on the floor.

would you read my eulogy?

i will never ask you for anything.

dream sweet of me.

tell me when the party ends, will you still love who i am?

will you still love who i am?

scar crossed lovers, forever.

i'm checking myself out forever.

i'm saving this all for later.

here we are untouched forever.

they don't know how much they'll miss at least until you're gone.

half your life you've been hooked on death.

be careful what you bottle up.

the chemistry is a mess.

i'm still a sunbeam.

i closed my eyes inside of your darkness and found your glow.

so good right now.

i got this doom and gloom in my mind.

i feel alright.

i've got love in my heart.

feeling so good right now.

i know i've made mistakes, but at least they were mine to make.

i know i've made mistakes.

all of my wildest dreams, they just end up with you and me.

i ripped myself apart.

i'll be whatever you need me to be.

i am my own muse.

here i am, not sure you should take a chance.

i like playing dumb.

i like playing dumb, letting you figure me out.

i was faded in my own defense.

drop a bomb on all the things we dreamed about.

smash all the guitars till we see all the stars.

got to throw this year away.

they never came.

i keep my feelings so tucked away.

just another day spent hoping we don't fall apart.

let's twist the knife again.

i'm just trying to keep it together.

it gets a little harder when it never gets better.

flu game.

i'm just a face in the crowd.

please would you kill me now?

last night i dreamt i still knew you.

i carved out a place in this world for two, but it's empty without you.

i've got all this love i've got to keep to myself.

all this effort to make it look effortless.

confront all the pain.

i can't be who you need me to be.

one day no one will remember me when they look back.

the kintsugi kid (ten years)

i'm a hard pill to swallow.

i'm not your intended dose.

i spent ten years in a bit of chemical haze.

i miss the way that i felt.

i miss the way that i felt nothing.

i felt you at the beginning, but needed you at the end.

stop me if you have heard this all before.

you don't know me anymore.

what a time to be alive.

that's the way the world, it used to be.

our dreams started bursting at the seams.

we're ready to livestream the apocalypse.

i don't care if it's pretty.

the view's so pretty from the deck of a sinking ship.

everything is lit, except my serotonin.

everything is lit but my lightning bolt brain.

i just need someone to hold me.

you don't even know me.

i'm going neon in the night time.

what a time to be alive.

they say that i should try meditation but i don't want to be with my own thoughts.

i just want to be your cherry on top.

when i said 'leave me alone', this isn't quite what i meant.

i got the quarantine blues.

the vulture's getting too full to fly.

sometimes you wonder if we're ever looking back.

so much (for) stardust.

i'm in a winter mood, dreaming of spring now.

i feel like something that's been stretched out over and over again.

i'm creased and i'm about to break down the middle.

the stars are the same as ever, but i don't have the guts to keep it together.

i don't have the guts to keep it together.

the stars are the same as ever.

life is just a game.

i'm stuck in a lonely loop.

so much for stardust.

we thought we had it all.

i need the sound of crowds or i can't fall asleep at night.

i can't take my thoughts.

another year of possibilities left unwrapped.

i'm pretty positive my pain isn't cool enough.

my pain isn't cool enough.

ache it till you make it.

i think i've been going through it.

i've been going through it and i've been putting your name to it.

in another life you were the sunshine of my lifetime.

i used to be a real go-getter.

i used to think it'd all get better.

#fall out boy rp meme #musical rp meme #rp meme #angst rp meme #rp prompts #rp memes #lyric rp meme #lyric sentence starters #lyrics rp meme #rp sentence meme #rp sentence starters #roleplay memes #roleplay meme

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delilahcarreno · 2 months

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👪 + buddy

"I still remember the way that my stomach dropped the day that our parents told us they were having another baby. The kids were a little older, I'd just turned sixteen, gotten my license, and things around the house finally, finally, felt like they were settling...so of course, of course, that's when August and Daphne decide sure, let's add another into the mix. The worst part was I couldn't even bring myself to be excited about it, about him, because all I could think about for those next six, seven months was changing diapers and formula and how long it would be before some sit-in in Washington was more important than getting him through teething--he was their baby, but it was only a matter of time before he'd become my responsibility, another responsibility, and all I could feel was dread. He wasn't even born yet and I already resented him for what he didn't even know he'd taken from me."

"But I remember sitting in that hospital waiting room, the other kids asleep in their chairs, and I was the only one awake...and I remember dad coming out, still in those plastic blue scrubs? And I remember him, and the look on his face, asking if I'd like to come meet my baby brother...and the next thing I knew, I was holding him in my arms, this pink little wrinkly alien looking baby, and I remember thinking, first: this kid is not a Matthew. But I also remember thinking that if I had to do it all over again, balance late night feedings and algebra and colic...I would, for him. He was innocent--probably for the first and last time in his life, if I had to say now--and I wouldn't punish him for what was really my anger towards our parents."

"And then...life happened. I didn't expect to get married so young, or that as they got older, mom and dad would slow down, seem to be around more...not as much as they should've been, but more, and he still had the others, and I...at first, I think I was sort of relieved, that I'd get to be just his sister, and not his caretaker. I thought that our relationship could be different, and it is, but I'm not sure it's for the better. I had Sophie, was trying to navigate my marriage and new parenthood and paying rent and the rest just...fell by the wayside. It wasn't on purpose, but it's one of those things that you keep in the back of your mind and tell yourself that you're going to work on, you're going to fix, and then one day you wake up at forty five and realize he's almost thirty and all these years have passed are too late to get back, and the time to fix things passed with them."

ft. @buddywellls

send 👪 for my muse to talk about a family member of theirs.

#answered #meme day #ft. buddy wells #tw pregnancy

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snappedsky · 9 months

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Fanatics 99.16

Squee vs an army of Irkens.

*Links to previous and next chapters in reblog*

The Greatest in the Galaxy Part 16

“What was all that commotion!” Red demands as he and Purple rush through the halls of the Irken tower.

“You made us get off our couch,” Purple whines.

“S-sirs,” an Irken soldier squeaks and many other soldiers jump out of their way as they burst into Rory’s room.

“Ror-what happened to the tower!” Red exclaims as he sees the opposite wall is completely gone.

Buildings quake and glass trembles as a giant robot walks through the city. It’s taller than most of the skyscrapers and made of seamless metal that glitters in the sunlight. It’s humanoid in form with two arms, two legs, and a head that has two round, glowing eyes and a rectangular shape for a mouth. One step covers a whole city block.

Inside its head is the control room. Consoles line both side walls and there’s another set in the middle. At the front of the room is a large display showing the view from the robot’s eyes. At the back is an elevator that opens up for Zim and Rory and his SIR units.

“This is amazing!” Zim cheers as he prances excitedly through the control room. “How did you find this, Kio?”

“These mechs are used for one of the few team games in the competition,” Kio explains, “I’ve only ever seen them used once. Every member of the team is required to pilot it.”

She motions to Dib and Tak at two of the middle consoles. “Dib is controlling the legs and Tak is controlling the arms.” She points to Pepito and Gaz at either side console. “Pepito and Gaz are on weapons. I’m controlling the torso and head, but I’d be willing to relinquish the head to you, Zim, if you’re willing.”

“Yes,” he demands and takes the third middle console while Kio remains at the fourth.

“There’s also a radar that I’m saving for Squee,” she adds.

“What should I do?” Rory asks.

“Your part in this plan has yet to come, Prince,” Kio replies, “you may sit and wait.”

Rory sits on a bench at the back of the room next to Shmoopy, who waves at him.

“Now that we’ve got the robot, Squee can meet back up with us, right?” Pepito asks.

“Yes,” Zim nods, “I’ll tell Gir to bring him to us.”

“I’ll tell Mimi too,” Tak adds, “since she’s more likely to do it.”

“You know, I don’t think I’ve heard an explosion for a while,” Dib muses, “I wonder how Squee’s doing.”

Meanwhile, on Earth, Johnny, Devi, Tenna, Skoodge, Colton, Carmen, and Maddie watch the television tensely. On the screen, they can see an aerial view of a street clogged with fully-armoured Irken soldiers. And in the middle of the army is Squee and Nimbel.

The army warily keep their distance from the pair, laser rifles primed and ready to fire. Squee and Nimbel stand back to back glaring at their assailants.

Squee sighs heavily as he removes his sunglasses, broken from their fall from the building, and tosses them aside.

“Can’t you, you know, blow them up or something?” Nimbel asks quietly.

“I can’t,” Squee replies, “they’re too far. Stupid Zinather had to go and figure out my limitations on galactic TV. Stupid freekin five feet...”

“And anyway,” he adds, “I’ve been blowing stuff up all afternoon and I haven’t eaten since breakfast, so I’m starting to feel pretty drained.”

“So you’re saying we’re screwed,” Nimbel clarifies.

“Yeah, we’re screwed.”

As if sensing their weakness, the Irkens press in a little more.

“This is all my fault,” Nimbel sighs, “I should’ve listened to you. I wouldn’t blame you if you abandoned me.”

“It’s tempting,” Squee admits.

“What?” she snaps, “you mean you can actually escape?”

“Well...”

“So why don’t you?”

“I find myself...conflicted...”

“Look, if you have some kind of escape plan, you should implement it,” Nimbel insists, “better that one of us survives than neither of us.”

“Yeah,” Squee sighs with defeat. “Alright.”

With a smooth, swift movement, Squee reaches into his sweater, pulls out a disc-like device, and slaps it onto Nimbel’s back. Before she can react, the disc folds outwards, attaching itself to her back with spider-like appendages as small rockets extend out.

“Wait, no!” she shouts as the rockets fire and she blasts off into the sky, Squee staring after her forlornly. The Irkens fire at her but she flies away too quickly and soon she disappears into the distance.

“Forget her!” an Irken captain barks and nods at Squee. “It’s him we want.”

Squee groans and rubs his head. “I blame Dib for making me heroic.”

“Give up quietly, Earthanoid,” the captain demands, “we know all about your mind powers. As long as we stay five feet away from you, you can’t hurt us.”

“Eh, truth be told, I couldn’t hurt you even if you were within five feet,” Squee shrugs, “I’m starting to get a real bad migraine.”

“Then you surrender.”

“Not a chance.”

“Then you die.”

“Also no.”

“Well, you have no hope of defeating us,” the captain points out incredulously. “Not without your mind powers.”

“My ‘mind powers’ aren’t my only weapon in my arsenal,” Squee replies, “sometimes, it’s best to go back to the basics.”

The Irkens ready their rifles as Squee reaches around his back. He grips the handles of two large knives and whips them out of their holsters.

“Fire!” the captain barks.

The soldiers fire their laser rifles but Squee’s no longer where he was standing. Faster than the blink of an eye, he’s on top of the captain, driving his blades through his helmet and into the Irken’s skull.

Before the body can even hit the ground, Squee slices his knives through the two adjacent Irkens’ necks and dives deeper into the group.

Back at the giant mech, an alert suddenly sounds from Kio’s tablet and she looks at it with surprise. “It’s Squee’s emergency escape plan.”

“What?” Pepito questions.

“It’s a mini jetpack I gave to him with his grappling cables, in case he had to make a quick getaway,” she explains, “he’ll be coming to us right away. Everyone turn right.”

Levers are pulled as the robot stops and turns right. In the distance they see something flying through the sky, quickly getting closer.

“Tak, can you catch him?” Kio asks.

“No problem,” Tak replies and works a joystick to lift the mech’s right hand and catch the flying object.

“Oof, that sounded painful,” Gaz comments at the loud bang that echoed from the hand.

“Transport him to the control room,” Kio orders.

“Already on it,” Tak replies as she pushes a couple buttons. A few seconds later the elevator opens to Nimbel, groaning and sprawled out on the floor.

“What!” everyone exclaims.

Nimbel flinches as they point their weapons at her.

“You!” Zim snaps, “you’re that Swif! What was your name? Bittle?”

“Nimbel,” she replies drily.

“Whatever.”

“What are you doing here?” Pepito demands, “where’s Squee?”

“He saved me!” Nimbel exclaims, “there were Irkens and we were gonna be captured and he put this jetpack thing on my back and-.”

“Squee’s been caught?” Dib exclaims.

“I-I don’t know,” she admits, “but they were definitely getting ready to attack.”

“Where is he?” Zim asks.

“I...don’t know,” Nimbel replies as she looks around at the room, suddenly noticing where she is. “I’m not even sure where I am.”

“We need a TV,” Zim orders.

“Does this thing have a TV on it?” Gaz asks.

“No, but we can use my tablet,” Kio replies as she detaches it from her belt and stands it up on the middle console. Everybody crowds together as she opens up the competition channel on it.

On screen, they see the cam-bot looking around frantically, but what it’s looking for is unclear. All they see is pink blood splattering uncontrollably as rifles are fired and Irkens cry out with anger or pain.

“What’s going on?” Gaz questions.

“This is terrible camera work,” Dib remarks.

“Irkens are being massacred!” Rory exclaims.

“Where’s Squee?” Pepito asks.

“I think...I think he’s there,” Zim replies, pointing at the screen as something too fast for the cam-bot to see slices a soldier’s neck.

Squee moves quickly and nimbly through the group, like a snake through grass. He swings his blades all around, each strike a fatal blow to every Irken he hits, as if they weren’t wearing armour at all, leaving pink blood and collapsing bodies in his path.

The remaining Irkens scream for his death. They fire their rifles in his general direction but can’t get a direct hit. He moves too quickly for them to aim.

“Evasive maneuvers!” one of the soldiers barks. All of their PAKs open up, releasing their spider legs that lift them up about seven feet into the air. Squee finally skids to a stop, panting slightly. Parts of his clothes have been singed where the laser fire grazed him.

“Not so tough now, are ya?” another soldier taunts. But as he laughs, Squee throws a smiley bomb at him. It blows up just in front of his face, taking out a couple of nearby Irkens in the blast.

“Fire!” another soldier orders and the others resume firing their rifles. Squee dances around the laser fire, narrowly dodging as he tosses up more smiley bombs, blowing up small groups of soldiers.

“He is still heavily outnumbered!” a soldier points out. “Box him in!”

The Irkens use their spider legs to keep Squee trapped in a circle. With less space to move, it gets harder for him dodge, and the lasers graze him closer and closer. He cries out in pain as they slice through the sides of his arms and legs.

“Squee!” his friends exclaim.

Squee growls angrily as purple-tinted smoke starts rising from his body.

“Fall back, fall back!” a soldier demands but it’s too late. Squee explodes, destroying the whole army of Irkens and nearly two city blocks. The only one who escapes is the cam-bot, who retreated just in time.

“Where’s Squee?” Pepito asks frantically. On screen, all they can see is dark smoke engulfing the streets. “Is he okay? What happened?”

Nobody can answer as they watch with worry. Then the cam-bot flinches as something flies by and grabs it.

Gir’s face suddenly takes up the whole screen as he smiles and shouts, “helloooo, TV land!”

In his other hand, he’s holding Squee’s right arm while Squee’s left arm is held by Mimi. Both robots fly him through the sky as Minimoose follows.

“You guys really like to cut it close,” Squee grunts exhaustedly.

His friends all sigh with relief.

“Gir finally found him,” Zim says.

“You mean Mimi found him,” Tak argues.

“They’ll catch up soon,” Kio states, “let’s keep moving.”

Everyone returns back to their post and the mech continues stomping through the city.

#invader zim #invader zim fanfiction #johnny the homicidal maniac #johnny the homicidal maniac fanfiction #iz jthm crossover #myocs #myart

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frankenkyle19 · 10 months

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Hii can I be shipped with a Evan Peters character???

My name's Sophia/Sophie, I'm plus size and 5'2. I have hazel eyes and brown hair. I love watching movies from my childhood, it brings me a lot of joy.

I consider myself a poet and a singer although not officially, I say I'm fairly talented lol.

I have BPD so I have a lot of mood swings and need someone to be there for me. I stand up for what's right, and people's rights.

I like to read, at least I'm starting to.

Hope that's not too little, I keep forgetting to add things when it comes to these sooo 🧍🏻‍♀️ anyways tyy

this was difficult and was tied between two but… I ship you with JAMES!

He’d love your humor and although he himself is more serious than humorous, he’d like to keep you around to crack a joke here and there. Just to calm him.

He’d compare you to old Ancient Greek sculptures and trace his fingers across your body for hours, completely mesmerized. Would adore your thighs and say that if god did exist, he sculpted your thighs just for James himself. your eyes are also another of his favorite things. Since they’re a bit lighter than his dark brown/almost black eyes, he finds himself staring into them a lot. As if he was staring into your soul. Says your eyes have so much emotion and description in them and always says they look like little pots of honey

he’d absolutely adore reading your poems and listening to you sing. He’d probably want to put you by the bar some nights to sing to the residents, just to show off your talent and remind them that you’re all his and how lucky he is.

He wouldn’t be the best at comforting, but for you he’d try. He’d know when your moods would change, some part of him just being able to tell, and he’d become a bit softer and patient with you, trying to ease you. He’d also give you space if you asked for it. Anything for his goddess. With you he’d kill a lot less, finding it didn’t bring him as much joy as it used to. You are his muse now, and he finds that he doesn’t need to kill as much to satiate his dark urges. He’d rather spend time with you.

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☎👋😍✔️👂

RELATIONSHIPBUILDING (NOT ACCEPTING)

☎ for your muse’s info in my muses phone (name, ringtone, picture, last text received/sent).

Name: Quincy!!! (maybe he adds a heart or five later hehe) Picture: a picture of quincy napping he snapped one this one time - he'd change it sometimes but its usually him napping regardless, topper is there too Last text sent: [txt] ate this today let's go together next time (text seen ) [txt] im bringing these to topper today ok? *picture of treats* (text seen) [txt] *another very mundane text about something (text seen) ....AND SO ON IT GOES LIKE THAT FOR A LONG TIME maybe some noes or yesses here and there, cut by calls etc. Eiden's actually pretty fine with left on read when it comes to Quincy really, if he sees it that means he's probably read it unless its incomprehensible wall of text or something lmao

👋for three things that describe our muses relationship. i struggle(d) with this one for no reason aaaa itd be cool to do more abstract stuff but im so bad at that

long naps after busy day

nights under starry skies before fire

scent of home

Send 😍 for my muse to tell yours three things they love about them.

" Hehe, ehehe.... Just three things? That's funny! I can say more but I don't know if I feel like counting! "

" I mean saying looks is like almost cheating, too easy but I mean have you seen him --- whaa ? You haven't huh? But also like there's that whole gap with how he looks or even acts sometimes and then how he actually is! I mean nobody's perfect so there's some truth to that too but he really is actually really gentle, attentive, kind and reliable... All of that! He's also really skilled in practical stuff and you know survival skills and all of that and he always teaches me even when I'm not doing so good!! With him being like that he's really good with kids and of course with animals it's like some snow white stuff if snow white was a hot guy? "

" And uh... how do I say? You know since I'm like ... kind of busybody I keep sometimes taking up a liiiiiiittle too much stuff - I mean not as much as I used to, I've become a little better at taking care of myself - but that guy reaaaaally makes sure I relax right? I'm sure it's on purpose sometimes but sometimes it's probably all unwittingly too.... I don't know if I noticed it myself.... "

" --- ah but that should be all in past tense okay? But I guess he still is all that so maybe not? Hehe. Anyway that's why I'm here so hehe - will you pretty please throw me something a little stronger than that? Something sweet though, I don't like bitter stuff ok? " this is probably eiden @ bartender already just a little bit tipsy, before quincy was eventually called to pick up hehe

✔️ for a daydream my muse has had about/involving yours.

He can see the water pooling down from the hose, pressing down the dirty blond hair continuing to broad frame wetting his shirt. His shirt would be all white for this, revealing all so easily... The way the fabric would stick to his skin, complimenting the shape of his muscles. As the hose would be pulled off he'd sigh all worn out but content in the fight for summer heat.. He'd brush his weathered fingers through the wet hair and maybe pull the t-shirt's hem up just a little ... Through the shirt you'd be able to see the pecs and the pink hue visible through.

Then he'd look at him and approach --

" Wait Quincy nooo... We're in public surrounded by all these people-- "

" ..... I'm leaving you here. "

It wakes Eiden up and quick he runs to Quincy, explaining himself in rapid fire pace that Quincy doesn't really seem to bother in deciphering.

Behind the two is left the ad looking for participants for an event in the summer. In big clear letters reads WET T-SHIRT CONTEST.

Send 👂 to overhear my muse talking about yours.

" Oh it was really cute - since he's so big kids would climb over him and all, and he'd sigh but then end up taking them around like it's nothing and -- "

" ---Quincy! When did you appear there? I was just bragging for you! "

#qwincy #meems //#suggestive cw //#quincy would win that shit

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musecaravan-info · 8 months

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Roleplay-Related Terms I Use (And How I Use Them)

Looking for a word or term I’ve used that’s not on this list? Message me and I’ll add it. :)

Callout - A post that claims someone (usually another tumblr user) has done something heinous, and everyone needs to know about it RIGHT NOW so you can block them.

Canon - Something accepted as fact within a fandom. This can also be used to refer to a muse if they’re from a fandom. (ex. Dean Winchester is a canon character.)

DNI - Literally stands for 'Do Not Interact.' This is usually in relation to lists some RPers compile on their blogs that amounts to 'do not interact with me or my blog if...' and then the list is comprised of people and/or faceclaims they don't agree with.

FC - Acronym for 'faceclaim.' A faceclaim is the person some muns choose to be the 'face' of their muse.

Ghosting - When someone ends a personal relationship by suddenly (and without explanation) cutting off all communication.

God-Modding - Controlling the movements/thoughts of a character that’s not yours. This includes NPCs!

Headcanon - Something that is a fact for me, and for my muse.

IC - Acronym for ‘in character;’ when a conversation happens IC, it’s taking place between fictional people, not between you and me.

Meta-Gaming - Having your character know something about another character that they shouldn’t know without good reason. A classic example of this is having your character know that Bruce Wayne is Batman, even though there’s no LOGICAL reason they should know.

Mun - Me, Myself, and I (aka: the writer); where did this term come from? I don’t know. But I’ve been using it ever since I started roleplaying on tumblr YEARS ago because everyone else was using it, too.

Muse - A character you choose to roleplay as.

Mutual - A person who follows me and I follow them back

NPC - Technically a gamer term, this stands for a ‘non-player character.‘ In roleplaying, it’s a character that’s been created by a writer to help tell the story, but it isn’t one of their main characters.

OC - Acronym for ‘original character;’ a character you’ve created yourself.

OOC - Acronym for ‘out of character;’ when a conversation happens OOC, it’s taking place between you and me, not between our characters (i.e. muses)

PSA - Acronym for ‘public service announcement;‘ I mostly use this for posts about things I think people should know or things I agree with. You might see it in conjunction with other words. (Ex. Tumblr PSA, RP PSA, Life PSA, etc.)

RP - Acronym for ‘roleplay.’

RP Thread Tracker - A WONDERFUL, GODSEND of a website that allows you to keep track of your tumblr roleplays so you don’t forget or lose replies. (Did I mention it’s free and incredibly user friendly?)

RPC - Acronym for ‘roleplay community’

Soft Block - When you block someone who’s following you and then immediately unblock them. This process is essentially a good way to get someone to unfollow without permanently blocking them.

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dollystuartwrites · 2 years

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Not Holding Back - Chapter 05

Pairing: Boss!JacksonWang x f!PersonalAssistant!reader

Genre: fluff, smut, obsessive behavior, Jackson-is-a-fashion-designerAU

Wordcount: 1297

Chapters: [1] - [2] - [3] - [4] - [5] - [6] - [7] - [8] - [9] - [10] - [11] - [12] - [13] - [?] MASTERLIST

Summary: When Y/N starts working as a personal assistant for the director of TEAM WANG DESIGN: Jackson Wang himself, she finds it hard to hide her secret. After all, she used to be a massive stan of her boss! But she's not the only one holding back...

Warnings: Swearing, degradation, sir kink, namecalling, masturbation, obsessive!Jackson, dirty talk, corruption kink?, praising, sexual fantasies, fingering, posessive!Jackson, grinding/humping by both parties, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, use of sex toys, lots of teasing, orgasm denial, breeding/impreg kink?, WILL ADD MORE AS STORY ADVANCES, PLEASE LMK IF I MISSED ANY

You tried hard to keep Elisabeth in mind as you made your way back to the office. Her confidence had made an impact on you and you wanted to hold onto that feeling for as long as you could.

But as soon as you stepped into Jackson's office and met his eyes, Elisabeth was wiped from your mind instantly.

'I got the draft,' you spoke, your voice surprisingly steady even though your heart rate had shot through the roof again.

'Good, you can send it out,' Jackson said with a curt nod, looking back at his computer screen.

'Don't you want to check it?' You asked nervously.

Jackson looked up at you feeling slightly surprised although he didn't show it. He trusted Elisabeth with his life and knew she would never have let him go to him if she wasn't completely satisfied with it.

Still, he decided to muse you. After all, it was your first day. And not at all because he was looking for an excuse to interact with you even more...

'Sure,' he agreed. But instead of telling him you would mail it to him, you walked over to him and placed your laptop in front of him, with the document opened.

For a moment he felt distracted by your proximity as you leaned across his desk to place the laptop on it.

Then, as you realized what you were doing, you quickly took a few steps back again, away from Jackson. This didn't go unnoticed by him. He couldn't help but wonder whether he made you feel nervous or you just realized it might've been inappropriate to get so close to him.

He grinned but calmed his mind. He needed to focus. This was work. He read the mail quickly and then turned his chair around to face you.

You were nervously picking at your nails again. The insecurity clearly visible in your eyes. Not at all professional. Very counterproductive. But you looked oh so cute to him. Too cute not to tease a little.

He got up and beckoned you to come closer. Uncertain you took a step forwards, eyes glued to him. But he wasn't satisfied. He beckoned once more until you took another few steps towards him.

His dark eyes were fixed on yours, almost forcing you to look at him.

You were standing real close to him now. Closer maybe than you felt comfortable with. You could see every smooth detail of his face.

'Look, if I'm going to be checking all your work all the time, I might as well do it myself. If Elisabeth says it's good, it is.' He said. He wasn't angry, nor was he lecturing you, but his words still felt like a kick in the stomach to you. You diverted your eyes from him and looked down ashamed.

You looked so vulnerable to him like this. Like a puppy that needed praise.

He put his finger under your chin and lifted it up so you would face him.

Your heart stopped as you looked into his deep dark eyes. Your breath caught in your throat.

'Don't doubt yourself.' He said softly to you. The warm air of his words caressed your face.

Jackson didn't miss your reaction to his touch. Your lips parted slightly as you looked at him with big doe eyes.

He had never before treated an employee this way. Never gone this far, not even when he liked them. He had always been respectful, keeping his distance appropriately.

But there was just something about you. Something that seemed to pull out the worst in him. Maybe it was because he had been laid for a while or maybe it was because he felt like he had gotten bored with all the standard people in the industry and you felt like a breath of fresh air. He wasn't sure.

He clenched his jaw. He knew he had to stop now. He tore his eyes from yours and sat back down in his chair, his back to you. You were still nailed to the ground and he couldn't help but grin slightly.

You weren't sure how you had gotten through the day let alone how you survived it but when you came home it felt like a blessing.

You had barely sat down on your couch when your phone rang.

'Mei-mei' you whined as you picked up your phone and sagged down the couch.

'Y/n!!!,' Mei's voice came loudly from the phone. 'Tell me everything girl!'

'It's a disaster, you cried out, 'I'm gonna resign first thing tomorrow,'

'What? Are you insane? No, you're not. This is the opportunity of a lifetime!' Mei's voice lectured.

'But I already fucked up. I acted like crazy and every time I see him, I can't seem to do anything right! I freeze up or I just stare at him like an idiot,' you cried.

'You'll get used to it,' Mei said in a suck-it-up, kind of way.

'Honestly Mei, I don't think I will. Every time I walk into that office it's like I'm being hit over the head with a pan. I just can't function with him,' You spoke, hiding your face from no one.

'Ugh, Y/n, you're such a fucking drama queen. Honestly, how are you gonna tell your fifteen-year-old self you quit working for him after only a day?' Mei said.

'I'm not. My fifteen-year-old self doesn't exist, so there's nothing to explain. I'm an adult now,' you interjected.

'Apparently not, because she seems to come out whenever you see him,' Mei teased.

You growled on the phone.

'Honestly Y/n,' Mei began, in a more serious tone, 'I think you will regret it forever if you resign now. Isn't there any way you can continue?'

'I don't think so. It's just too much. It's my first real job out of college and with Jackson being there,' you sighed.

'But maybe if you practice?' Mei asked.

'Practice how? Just imagine him being here and talking to him?' you said jokingly.

'Yes... Yes, actually that might work!' Mei said suddenly enthusiastically.

'What? No, Mei, I was joking,' you protested quickly.

'No, Y/n, hear me out. What if you did practice? What if you imagined him being there at your home? Like when you're making thee or something? Just simple tasks around the house and you pretend he's there watching you work. You can just practice talking to him and getting used to him being around,' Mei said, her voice practically squealing.

'But he's not really there now, is he? Ugh, you don't understand. You haven't seen him. Even the posters I used to have of him in my dorm don't do him justice,' you groaned.

'That's it! You just hang your old posters around your house and pretend that it's him. Don't pretend you threw them away already, I know you still have them,' Mei said bossily when you tried to say something. 'Just hang them around the house and pretend it's him. I know you have an active imagination and I'm just sure it'll help!'

Mei's voice sounded so certain. But you just thought it was ridiculous.

'Mei,' you began with a sigh.

'No, Y/n, shut the fuck up and listen to me. If you don't do this, honest to god I will stop being your friend. I don't want to be best friends with someone who's such an idiot that she lets her dream job pass her by,' Mei said angrily. 'Honestly, Y/n, I think it'll work. Promise me you will try? Promise me you'll give it at least a month?' Mei pleaded.

You sighed. You knew you couldn't say no to her. After all, she was your best friend, and she had never let you down before.

'Fine,' you sighed, feeling defeated.

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