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tojisun · 9 months

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our shallow graves — 01

recom miles quaritch x recom fem reader

!! smut (between fuck buddies outside of main pair) - minors dni; heat (as a theme); mean quaritch; power imbalance; references to (made up past), including death and prev dead lovers; worldbuilding; fast slow-burn; the reader adopts a nickname (callsign) which gets used // 3k words

: this chapter lays the foundation of the fic and introduces the initial dynamic of quaritch and the reader; reader’s callsign is 10/10 from that one penguin in madagascar; this fic made me fascinated with deja blu fr; hope u guys would luv it <33

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you don’t understand why you were one of the early ones they awakened. sure you signed up for the shitty program – because who wouldn’t want to be an eight-feet tall blue alien? apparently, other than the scientists, you were the only one in your squad who wanted the transfer – but you didn’t expect to be the first in the line up.

to be in colonel miles quaritch’s squad.

other than walker and mansk, you knew absolutely no one from the deja blu team. but you’ve heard of them, alright. who wouldn’t? they have lines of kills and assists in terra and, now, in pandora; they are warmongers at most, rascals at least.

you stare up at their imposing figures, trying to make sense of the fact that they’ve all been killed in action.

despite not remembering much, you’ve come to terms with your own death during the initial war – a lone pilot, only meant to be an escort, gunned down by trudy’s bird before being further propelled into the lush forest floors of pandora by the banshees. it is a boring life story, one that is only worth telling because of your “sacrifice” in alien territory.

(you still don’t understand why the shrink insisted on showing you the syphoned clips of your death.

“it’s to help you move on,” she said as if she could ever understand the horror of seeing yourself fall to your death. as if you had not been a human trapped inside a fucking burning bird, being torn to pieces by, what could literally only be, flying dinosaurs. as if you were just another collateral. just another number added to the charts.

“i’m sorry,” she added, a small smile on her face as she turned to you, her hair tied in a neat bun and her white blouse tucked in her pencil skirt. “ultimately, thank you for your service, ma’am.”

fucking piece of shit.

you wondered if she even has a licence or the RDA just handed your files to some science nerd and was told to play god for their little blue alien. to fix you right up so that they could send you to another suicide mission.)

but that wasn’t the case for the rest of the deja blu. you know they were directly fighting; leaders of smaller squadrons, following the beat of papa dragon. walker and mansk, themselves, have touched down with guns in their amp suits, directly under wainfleet’s command. you don’t know how they died – you couldn’t even fathom wainfleet dying. and yet there he stands with the others, bald as fuck but imposing nevertheless.

your eyes shift to the man beside him. not the tallest, zdinarsik got that title, but the one in command.

colonel miles quaritch. big, blue, and seething.

one more thing you noticed in this whole fuckery is that your recombinant body is short. you stood about two inches shorter than walker, and she’s a full head shorter than anyone else. as you line up beside her, with fike on your other side, you three could very well make a groupie of santa’s little helpers.

wainfleet smirks like he’s thinking the same. you would have rolled your eyes at him but the colonel began to move close, his combat boots echoing against metal floors, snuffing out any noise from the squad.

“and who are you, kid?” he asks, standing directly in front of you.

you tell him your name, internally wincing when your tail unconsciously coils around your leg. you still don’t know how to control it – an easy tell of your anxiousness. the colonel’s lips lift up in a smirk, his eyes flashing at your tail in slight mirth, before recognition crosses his eyes.

“rico?”

you startle at the use of your unofficial callsign, a feat only made possible after climbing up the ranks and being heralded as one of the best pilots.

(trudy had been the best pilot in hell’s gate; the one with the most medals, and rightfully so. she was the one who ripped through the skies with her samson, zigzagging like she had been riding a banshee instead of a plane.

the one with the kindest heart.

there is a part of you that is grateful that it had been trudy who took you down.)

“yes sir,” you reply, blinking up at him after he’s dismissed your salute, feeling a little shy at being recognized, somewhat, by the colonel.

quaritch hums, tilting his head to the side in thought, watching you with narrowed eyes. briefly, you wonder if he’s asking himself why it had not been socorro who was awakened. to be honest, you are asking yourself the same thing because it doesn’t matter if you were one of the best, not when socorro, sweet and gentle and pregnant socorro, had the colonel’s favouritism.

(socorro’s child was a beautiful boy with sun-kissed hair and chocolate eyes. he was such a darling even though you’ve only seen the infant in passing, held lovingly in his mother’s arms.)

they could’ve made a blue alien baby this time around. maybe, then, they’d be happier too.

the colonel certainly doesn’t deserve it but socorro does.

“were you a private, rico?” quaritch asks, pulling you from your thoughts. he leans close again, dramatically bending his head down which highlights the difference in your heights.

“no sir,” you reply. “i was a lance corporal, sir.”

he hums again, finally backing up and giving you more room to breathe. then, he sends you a smile. “well then, welcome to the team, kid.”

the tension seeps out of you as you nod, thanking him before he turns to the other recoms, chatting amiably. walker bumps you with her shoulder and you see her smile from your peripheral.

you give her a smaller one before willing your tail to finally uncoil from your damn leg and act normal.

of course it just swishes behind you.

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training is gruesome. you honestly thought that it would be easier with your stronger and newer body, but with the colonel around, that thought vanished.

suicide drills were the squad’s least favourite, you especially. not only were the stakes increased to push the limits of your new bodies, but you all were always watched by the scientists, with their little sticks poking at your bodies and their little wires strapped down to whatever skin they wanted to bother this time around.

wainfleet started screaming at them, calling them “fucking losers,” and barking at them to give the squad some space. quaritch quickly took over, grunting that whether they were losers or not, whatever they were doing was necessary. that said, he sent the scientists a heated glare, making it known that his words do not necessarily reflect his feelings – wainfleet had taken this as his victory.

the tests weren’t fun, but you appreciated their purposes; through them, you learned that your na’vi DNA was extracted from a tipani warrior. the sentiment isn’t lost in you – they robbed the graves of the na’vi. you think you are used to what humans could do all for conquering pandora but for many days, you were unable to stomach any packet meal they fed your squad. walker had to talk you out of it because your unintentional hunger strike made you lag behind – an error that had you being summoned to the colonel’s office.

“we’re all tryin’ our best here, rico,” quaritch’s voice echoes in his office.

you’ve never been inside the one he had back in hell’s gate and you had hoped that you would never see the day of being in his current one, but there you stood, tensed as the colonel studied you.

he refused to sit on his customized chair, choosing instead to pace just behind his desk, his bulging arms hidden from your view as he clasped his hands behind his back. quaritch’s lips are pursed, almost pouty, and you beat yourself up at the thought of finding him – your nose scrunches at this – attractive when he’s busy scolding you.

“our circumstances ain’t ideal, but we’re back as some lab-grown native and we oughta take advantage of what we’ve become,” he says, continuing his tirade amidst your silence, snapping you out of your humiliating thoughts. “your little stunt costs us a delay on proceeding with a recon of the area and the only reason i’m not benching you is because the general has faith in you – faith that, frankly, i’m still not understanding.”

your back straightens at his words, and you tamp down the need to wince at his scathing tone. he is right, after all. for some fucked up reason, the general – both ardmore who’s stationed in pandora and gonzales who’s still in terra – backed the need to have your soul transfer commence. you still don’t know what it had been for, given that past your flying skills, you are just another idiot who knows her way around a gun. not memorable to many, except, apparently, for those in command.

(‘maybe this was why the colonel doesn’t particularly like me,’ you would think later, safe in your room. ‘socorro may have the colonel’s attention but what is a colonel – one who already failed his priority mission – against two generals?’)

“i’m sorry, sir,” you utter, clear but not loud, and quaritch just watches you again with his unwavering stare.

finally, he grunts, turning his body away from you to fully face the glass window that oversees the lower-level operations. you take this as his dismissal and scurry out of his office.

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“and she’s finally back from tryna kill herself!” wainfleet’s voice echoes in the nearly empty mess hall and you roll your eyes at him, glowering when he just proceeds to chuckle.

you plop your tray in front of walker, sending her a small smile which she returns with a cute beam. her braids are out of her hair tie today, letting them frame her face in the way you saw the omatikaya prefer. shooting a quick glance at zdinarsik’s way and it’s clear that someone else prefers it this way too.

“what’d the pukes say?” fike asks, sloshing around his packet meal, sneering in disgust when it jiggles like a slab of jello. more than the fact that you found out that your gene came from a corpse, this ‘food’ is about to do the trick of making you want to pursue starvation again.

“said i needa take so many pills.” you shrug, tearing open your packet of faux meat with pinched lips and your shoulders tensed like you’re expecting to be shot at. “apparently, i stunted my growth.”

prager laughs. “aww, you gonna remain short?”

“aww, you gonna remain hairy?” you shot back, snorting when prager just pouts as he raises his hand to rub at his fuzzy chin. gross.

wainfleet barks out another laugh at the exchange before reaching across the table to place an apple onto your tray. “‘ere ya go, rico. real food.”

you don’t know where he got the fruit, you don’t even know if it’s ‘real’ like he just said, but you do not have room to complain. fake fruit is a whole lot better than the slush in the compound.

“thanks,” you say, smiling bashfully, not expecting wainfleet, of all people, to adopt the mother hen role. he winks at you in reply, wiggling his brows, before straightening back up and fooling around with prager.

you dump the packet back to your tray before picking up the apple. you wipe it on your shirt before bringing it up for a bite, humming in delight at the crunching sound it made.

“delicious?” mansk asks from beside you, his lips quirking up in a smile when you turn to him.

“yummy,” you reply, humming, taking another bite. he snickers, bumping your leg with his, before placing his own apple onto your tray too.

“you gotta eat more,” is all he says when you make a questioning sound before bending over to hover his lips on the shell of your ear. “news spread fast that you got your ass reprimanded by the colonel yesterday.”

“uh-huh,” you mutter, unable to focus on what he’s saying at the sudden surge of heat engulfing you.

your lips feel dry all of a sudden, your throat parched from unknown thirst, and you turn to mansk, wanting to ask him what the hell is happening to you – was this the fault of the fucking apple? – only to see his own face flushed, blue skin turning into dark purple.

his eyes meet yours and all of a sudden, you feel like you are doused with gasoline and set ablaze.

huh. well, if that isn’t interesting.

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“jesus- devin, not too ha- ah!”

your back arches at a particularly hard thrust, your jaw falling open for a drawn out garble. the explosion of pleasure races across your synapses, filling you up with nothing but a deafening white noise. blearily, you recognize mansk’s bigger hands wrapping around your waist, lifting you up from his lap only to drop you down again. a hiccupped moan escapes your lips, your eyes rolling to the back of your skull, feeling your walls spasming around him.

“rico, fuck, so good. so good.” mansk’s voice is faint, falling from his kiss-swollen lips in murmurs. you would have missed it without your new heightened senses, but the sound of his voice tickles your ears, making your tail flick behind you as you preen at his praises.

a giggly “thank you” barely makes it past your teeth when mansk manhandles you again, humping his hips up to grind himself along your pelvis, driving him deeper. you choke on your words, unable to stop the moan that is punched from your lungs, the sound so loud that mansk had to cover your mouth with one of his hands.

“not so loud,” he mumbles, bumping his forehead against yours. the sound of his rugged voice makes you clench around his length, making you feel utterly stuffed. you drag your blunt nails across his back, your eyes fluttering rapidly, feeling yourself tipping into the peak of your orgasm.

mansk laughs. “y’r unbelievable.”

you do not know what it is that you said, your wobbly voice still smothered by his hand, as you get lost in the way he bounces you on his lap. mansk goes quiet, only letting muffled grunts pierce the air between the two of you, and you feel the sudden surge of primal need unleashing deep in your belly.

the tight clench of your abdomen almost hurts, your orgasm ripping through the remnants of your sanity. your last thought was: ‘motherfucker, why did no one ever tell you that the na’vi have heats?’

it is later when the haze lifts up that the warmth licking up from the core of your muscles – almost like it is burrowed deep within your blood vessels – is finally snuffed out.

mansk is asleep on his bed, dead to the world. you shuffle out of his loose embrace, blinking blearily before realizing that he had cleaned you two up. a small smile graces your lips as you fully slink out of his bed, looping your tail around your leg as you pick up the pieces of your off-duty apparel.

pressing a kiss on his forehead, and rolling your eyes when he sleepily bats you away like you are a fly, you grab your respirator and quietly leave his room.

standing in the empty hallways, turning your head from side to side, you study the stillness of the metal walkway with bated breath, afraid that someone will eventually see you making your walk of shame to your room. when the silence continues, you finally begin to move, lithe steps only broken by the continuous hissing from your respirator as you occasionally take slight sips of air.

nearing your room, your heart finally settles, your tensed back loosening up at the feeling of safety. you cross past one of the intersecting hallways, quick in your steps, when a hand reaches from the dark and grabs your wrist.

a scream nearly bubbles from your lips when a palm is shoved to your face, shutting you up once again. panicked eyes turn, trying to see who’s got such a strong hold on you, only for your heart to careen even faster when you make eye contact with quaritch.

no-

his sneer is terrifying, his bright amber eyes glinting with so much malice, it pins you right on the spot. cold dread washes over you like a tide, chasing away the quiet elation that settled deep within your veins. the heat is returning, you know that, but it is muted and mingled with fear that you can’t even feel the need to scratch the itch.

your ears are pinned onto your skull, your tail drooping as it wraps itself around your leg again. this time the colonel doesn’t look at it in amusement, instead he continues to glare at you.

“colonel-”

“next time, fuck around quietly,” quaritch barks out, cutting you off. “and go take a goddamn shower. you reek.”

he snatches his arm from your wrist as though he’s been burned before marching away, his combat boots echoing in the hallway. tears prick the back of your eyes and you run to your room, heaving, trying to calm yourself.

anger, hurt, and shame bubble deep inside your stomach, expanding, until you are finally reduced to tears. you cry your frustration away, hoping that by doing so, you would stop thinking about how good the colonel smelled as he glowered at you with his sharp eyes.

(if only you had glanced at quaritch as he walked away, you would have seen the way he burrowed his face on his palm, chasing the sweet scent that roused him from his sleep and pushed his own heat into its beginnings.)

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gavisuntiedboot · 1 year

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Just Pretend (Gavi x reader)

Part 3

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Warnings: Dubious consent!!! Please don't read if you're uncomfortable with unclear consent. Mentions of crying during intimacy.

Not really a warning, but in this universe, Ferran is single and not the best person. So the warning is major Ferran character assassination? Sorry Ferran girlies <3

Word count: 2.4k

A/N: Thank you to everyone who has been enjoying this story so far. I have been waking up to 99+ notifs on tumblr for the last 3 days now and I can't tell y'all how much I appreciate it. So much that I'm typing this next part in the university library (while wearing my Gavi jersey) .

Also I was wondering why engagement was so much higher on part 1 and I found out that the link to part 2 on that post was broken smh.

Pablo Gavi was notoriously hot headed. Everyone knew this - from players to coaches to commentators to the 16 year old girls making TikTok edits of his footage. Everyone knew he had a temper the bubbled over at a moment's notice. Xavi liked to describe him as a spark: volatile, quickly explosive, but just as quick to come back down to a level headed state. This is what made him a good footballer. He could be passionate and powerful on the attack, and then level his emotions to make strategic decisions in a split second.

"Gavi is never nervous when he goes onto the field. He is confident. It is his game."

But Gavi was not himself for the rest of the day. His usual look of disturbance was deepened, eyebrows remaining furrowed together for the entirety of training. The air of boyish charm he always had dissipated, settling instead into an uncomfortable aura that was felt by the rest of the team. Gavi's irritation was widespread. The main target was Pedri, who refused to tell Gavi when he had seen you at a club. It was at Ansu and Balde, who kept you busy for the rest of the afternoon, so you couldn't watch them train. It was at Martin, who was sending so many texts that, in Gavi's opinion, he looked like a desperate little loser that had never felt the touch of a woman.

Gavi's anger did not spare you. It was one of those days where he decided that he just did not trust you. He had them semi-frequently. When he went into your office and his heart started hammering in his chest. Where his skin felt like it was on fire whenever you touched him. When your voice flowed into his ears like honey and clogged his brain and clouded his thoughts. He interpreted these feelings as fight or flight - his gut's way of telling him you were not to be trusted. Why else would he feel like this? The only other time his heart beat so loudly was in the middle of an important match, when he could not afford to make a single mistake. There was something wrong with you, and sooner or later, he would find out what, and these feelings would subside.

Until then, he continued to glare at the wall of the locker room, wet hair dripping onto his forehead, as he waited for Pedri to finish getting changed.

"-and then she started massaging my chest and it was the best I've felt in weeks. Every day I want to kiss the La Liga president for approving women physios. If she keeps stretching me out, I'll be the next Messi."

Gavi's head perked up at hearing this. He knew Ferran was talking about you. It was not the first time Ferran had made some less-than-appropriate comments about you. The first day you had come out to the field to be introduced to the squad, Ferran had been standing next to Gavi and Pedri, letting out a low whistle.

"Look boys, Xavi doesn't want anything to hinder your performance, not even sexual frustration. Look at the present he brought us."

Gavi's face twisted in disgust at the memory. He grabbed his bag and made his way out of the locker room, deciding it was best not to hear Balde's response to the comment. He wished they would focus on their football skills rather than trying to get girls. Gavi had been told multiple times that it might benefit him to get a girl. It's not like he was a blushing virgin - whenever he felt like he needed to be with someone, he went out with the rest of the squad. Pedri and Ferran would be surrounded immediately. They would then pick one of the girls at their feet and ask, "Have you met my friend Gavi?"

When he was at La Masia, it was harder - what woman wants to be brought back to a football academy dorm? But now that he was in the squad and on TV, women were all but crawling into the Uber with him. They came back to his place, begging for him, and he released any frustration he had. This didn't usually take long. Gavi wasn't looking to be a giver or a romantic. When he was finished, he got up, got dressed, handed the girl her clothes, and asking if she needed an Uber to get home. Was it harsh? Probably. The three girls he had done this to had all yelled at him, strings of profanity about his mother leaving their mouths as they walked out the door. But he didn't care. He was 18 and about to be one of the most famous footballers in the world. Like Pedri told him, "Girls will always be there. Focus on your career, and there will always be a line of women waiting to have your kids. Don't create extra stress for yourself."

Pedri executed this well. He was rarely seen out, and whenever he did go out, he could get a girl and be out of the club in a matter of 20 minutes. He was efficient. He didn't let his after hours activities seep into what he did on the field. Ferran was a different story. Some days, Gavi thought Ferran had only stuck with football because he couldn't become a male prostitute. He was always thinking about sex, talking about sex, or hypothesizing how to acquire sex. He was not efficient. He often tried to see how many girls he could take home with him at once. He always came in tired and sore, hangover causing him to move much slower than he should be. He was always making comments about the girls that sat close to the field in Camp Nou, going on about how he could have all of them at once if he wanted. Gavi usually tuned it out. But he couldn't when it came to you. He hated the way Ferran spoke about you. It made his stomach turn and blood boil. Focus on football.

As Gavi stepped into the hallway, he saw you struggling to carry your bag and a large stack of files. He leaned coolly against the wall, bag slung over one shoulder.

"Stealing all the medical records to sell them to the press?"

You looked up at him, arms shaking from the weight of everything in your hands.

"Selling them to Real Madrid. Ancelotti wants to know who has the biggest dick. Come carry these filed before I say yours is the smallest."

Gavi rolled his eyes and took the files from your hands, surprised by how heavy they actually were. He followed you to your car, thinking to himself, 'Does she actually have our dick lengths in our medical records? I don't remember getting mine measure. Is it self reported? No, it can't be everyone would lie.'

"Gavi. Where are you going? This is my car."

Gavi was taken out of his thoughts, realizing he walked too far. He jogged back to you, placing the files in the back of your car. He watched you bend over to arrange the files so they wouldn't slip onto the floor. Gavi found himself glancing at your ass as you leaned over, before swiftly looking away. He did not like you. He had a baseline of respect for you as a young successful professional. Nothing else. You were still sarcastic and loud and treated him like a child. He had no interest in your ass or any other part of you that couldn't help him get better at football.

"Do you need a ride home Gavi?"

"No I'm just waiting for Pedri. The guys were being too rowdy in the locker room and it was giving me a headache."

You closed your car door, sighing with the effort of making sure you didn't damage the files.

"Alright then. I'll see you next Monday." You said over your shoulder, moving to get into your car.

"Next Monday? Why not tomorrow? Where are you going to be for the rest of the week?"

"I have the week off to study for my field training assessment on Friday. If I pass with an 85% or higher, I can start helping the medical staff on the field when one of you gets injured in a game."

"Right. But if the exam is on Friday you should be here for Saturday training."

"I asked for Saturday off. I have a date."

Gavi's head shot up at the statement.

"A date?"

"Yeah. You know Martin? He asked me to go to Cala Bona beach with him. I never really use my vacation days so I thought it would be good. Besides, the team has a match on Thursday. Saturday training will be recovery. I don't need to be there."

Gavi looked at you with the same distressed face he always had.

"Don't you think it's a little desperate of you to take off work for a date?"

You looked up at him seething. He stood with his bag strapped over his shoulder, hands in his pockets, hood up to cover his wet hair. His eyes were stern and cold, the usual fire behind them having died down to leave frigid disgust. You would be lying if you said you didn't know about how the Barca men got rid of their sexual frustrations.

"Oh I'm sorry. Next time, Gavi, I'll be classy like you and have weekly sex in a club bathroom."

You didn't give him a chance to respond before you slammed your door and started your car, the sound of the engine drowning him out. His cheeks were burning with embarrassment. He hated when you did that - when you acted like he was a stupid kid. But in this case he was. You had refrained from getting into a long term relationship during your undergrad in the US because you knew you would be leaving, and you didn't want to drag someone across the world with you. But you were human, and humans love companionship. So you tried your best to find someone who you could love. Or rather, someone who could love you.

University had been difficult for you, and not only in the academic sense. In high school, you only really got close to one boy. His name was Ricardo. He walked in one day in the 9th grade wearing a Barca shirt, and you couldn't contain your excitement. You both got closer throughout your years at school, sharing a passion for medicine and sports. You even planned to go to the US together, so you could have a companion from home. Naturally, rumors swirled that the two of you were a couple, because friendship among teenagers doesn't exist.

In your final year of school, Ricardo confessed that he had been pining after you for the last year. You didn't know what to say. Your gut told you that you didn't like him, but everyone around you said otherwise. Everyone told you that the way he looked at you should make you feel special. That he had been so nice to you for so long that you basically owed it to him to return the feelings. So you went on a date with him (well, if you consider hanging out in his basement watching Netflix a date). Ricardo was not slick with his intentions. He had his arm around you, and pulled you in close within the first 10 minutes of the movie. At minute 30 he started kissing your neck. You tensed up. You had thought about being physical with Ricardo, but only because of all the times your other friends had talked about it. Halfway through the film, your clothes were off. Well, sort of. Your shirt was pushed up, bra pulled down to expose your chest (since he could not figure out the clasps. Both of you had your pants around your ankles.

"Ready baby?" "Yeah, I think so."

Your first time lasted 3 minutes. When he finished he laid on top of you. A tear rolled down your face. Ricardo looked at you, kissing you on the forehead.

"Hey, are you okay."

You nodded, but you didn't mean it. The realization was setting in that you had absolutely no romantic feelings for this boy. Ricardo got a girlfriends soon after, and you spoke to him sporadically before you moved to the US.

In college, you were fun. You were social, drawing people in with the mysterious exotic nature that came from being an international student. This, coupled with the fact that you were close to a lot of the athletes, meant that everyone wanted to get to know you. You got a lot of party invites. You spent almost every weekend at a bar or house or club. Tall gym bros were tripping over each other to serve you drinks. They were eager to grind up on you in a room full of sweaty undergrads, feeling the way your hips swayed to the beat of the Drake songs over the speakers. It always ended the same way. They whispered in your ear for you to go to the bathroom with them. You obliged. The feeling of the sink pressing against your ass was a familiar one. You drove boys crazy, kissing them like you were taking your last breath. You grabbed them by their belt loops, pulling them close into you. You would grab the backs of their necks, playing with the hair on their nape, and let out some (exaggerated) breaths when they kissed your neck. You always ended the encounter the same way. They would ask you, beg you to go back to their rooms, and you would always respond with, "I don't think you'd be able to handle it."

This got you a reputation around school. Some called you "The Pentagon", because it was impossible to penetrate you. Others called you "ice princess", because you could get men so hot and reject them so coldly at the same time. You became the ultimate challenge for every frat boy: who could get you to sleep with them. Men would treat you like a goddess - wine and dine you, buy you presents, confess that you were the woman of their dreams, all for the bragging rights of saying you gave it up to them. Having your emotions played with started to mess you up. You started to believe that no one really could fall in love with the "ice princess". But you weren't going to stop trying.

[Martin Zubimendi]: I can't wait to see you this weekend.

[Martin Zubimendi]: Send your address so I can come pick you up.

[Martin Zubimendi]: A pretty girl like you shouldn't have to drive by herself for an hour.

[Gavi]: Good luck on your exam Doctora

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A/N: Hey y'all, this part is a little shorter, but I wanted to give some background on the characters' mindsets before I start another eventful part of the story.

This part of the story is inspired by the story "7 minutes is never enough" on ao3. It is a Dabi x reader that sent shock waves through my system. So pls go support that author as well!

Thank you so much for all the love on this series. I really appreciate it more than I can say. Always love to hear feedback, so let me know under here or in my asks. Love you all. Will upload the next part when I can.

#pablo gavi x reader #gavi #pablo gavi imagine #gavi x reader #pablo gavi #pablo gavi slow burn #pablo martín páez gavira #gavi x you #footballer imagine

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starartist · 7 months

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Guys, let's all pretend Kataang never happened. Let's pretend like Zutara was always meant to happen🫧. Because it would be better for everyone, for us and for the story itself. We all know what a fighter Katara is and that she was literally the best waterbender in the world, and that she always stood up for herself🌙. And we all know how that all went down and it's like her character and her fighting spirit disappeared the moment she became Aang's trophy wife🙄. Katara lost herself and what she fought for and became Aang's house wife who keeps quiet and doesn't get involved in politics and stops fighting and becomes a healer. Okay, Katara is a healer but she's also a fighter, that's her meaning, she said it herself. And how did it all happen? The Avatar writers forgot what Katara's purpose was and literally dropped her. It's very sad because her character could have progressed so much and realistically we all imagine Katara in the future as the most powerful waterbender, a real fighter and a successful Politician and ambassador of the water tribe🌊. And I really don't know how Aang and Katara ended up together when Katara was playing mother all the time? (because Aang is the main character and he has to get a girl he likes, of course that's the only reason🥲) . Really, who would have thought that a girl like Katara would choose a younger, bald, immature boy, who is kidding us😂. I think that if Katara ended up with Zuko her character would progress a lot more, really Zuko and her would continue to fight together, and improve each other, Katara would even most likely be a water tribe ambassador and continue to be involved in politics and she would become the Fire Lady🔥. It would be such a good and powerful continuation of her story and it would be a real Katara fighter and ruler as we all know her, she would remain worthy of herself and her views. That's the real Kataraa and her character✨️. That's why I'm part of the Zutara community and that's how it will be❤️‍🔥. So let's pretend that Zutara happened and that Katara stayed true to herself . Pleaseeee🫶

And to remind you how hot she looks in a fire nation outfit, just imagine her as the Fire Lady.

(okay, I got an idea for the next drawing, expect it soon😂)

#zutara #atla #zuko x katara #avatar last airbender #katara #zuko #avatar #atla zuko #atla katara #avatar the last airbender #katara x zuko #zuko and katara #fire nation #fire lady katara

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matcha-chai-latte · 2 months

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“The one who wishes to live, and the one who pleads to die” , so beautiful yet so tragic at the same time. I’ve noticed this anti parallel between Soowon and Zeno a long time ago and I’m happy that the author brought it up.

Even though something huge and painful is definitely around the corner, coming in the nearest chapters, I still refuse to give up on hoping for the best. If the story ends tragically, the whole plot journey and Yona’s character will lose their point. From how I see it, the one way to finish this story, is to end the unending circle of suffering: curses, illnesses and deaths, also the gods living among people. This is why the Red Dragon aka Yona was reborn and that is why she receives precautionary visions. Yona herself pondered over the reason Hiryuu was reborn. To change the course of events. To change fate itself.

As much as it hurts, Yona will most likely end up killing Zeno. Be it of her free will or by means of defending Hak. It is so saddening that he never got and probably never will get a chance to live a normal life, but after 2000 years of suffering I doubt he would be able to sincerely enjoy life again. I hope he can at least die in peace.

It could be, that the ending of the eternal life of the Yellow Dragon will also eliminate the dragon powers from earth, which may lift the crimson illness from Hiryuu’s decedents.

At this point I just can’t believe that Soowon will die. As a person he changed and developed SUCH a great deal that killing him off after all that would be an unnecessary dramatic move (inhuman even). Loosing both of his parents, having to suffer a moral dilemma, removing the only two closest people he had left to save the country and avenge his father, suffering the consequences all alone, while knowing that he is bound to die a long, painful death because of the gods he hates and thus being unable to get married and have children. Then after 200 chapters he realized that despite everything he is still a simple human being with personal feelings and desires, that he loves Hak and Yona (which was obvious) and that he wants to live….and then in the end he dies? I can’t take it.

In the time skip in chapter 1 Yona was still referred to as “princess Yona”, so she didn’t become queen like Soowon wanted in the recent chapters, so maybe he really doesn’t die? (hope dies last).

In the worst scenario that can also mean someone usurped the throne (Soowon can still be alive at this point). If it happens, I would bet on Chagol. His death went suspiciously smooth. There is also the symbol of the Fenix that hints he can return from the “dead” (the Fenix Castle and the tattoo on Chagol’s bald head).

Something will definitely happen to Hak, but I don’t believe he will die either. If he dies, I expect him to return from the dead too, since we still know nothing of his origins (maybe he is also a godly creature of some kind)😅.

If our main trio stays alive, together they could gather strength and by working together, fight back and return the castle.

These are just my superficial thoughts, as I said previously things are so complex now that we can’t be sure about anything, we can only guess.

I believe in the author and wish her all the best❤️

#akatsuki no yona #yona of the dawn #yona #zeno ouryuu #soowon #hak

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svartalfhild · 2 years

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Forgotten Realms Things from the Honor Among Thieves Trailer

Here's some Lore™ I spotted after pouring over the shots from the DnD movie trailer and I'm obsessed:

The city is Neverwinter. Several things point to this

The city silhouette looks like Neverwinter

You can kinda make out snowflakes on the blue banners in the street and that's Neverwinter's emblem

The statue outside the arena is very clearly Lord Nasher, from his crown, to his Neverwinter Eye belt buckle to the bow in his hands which is shaped exactly like one of the fancy bow types from Neverwinter Nights

There's a shot of a volcano, which might be Mount Hotenow, which is near Neverwinter

The sun banners look like symbols of Amaunator, which is...interesting. Could also be a weird variation on the symbol of Lathander. There's a lot of fuckiness with that lore. Could maybe just be festival banners?

Chris Pine's character, Edgin, is a Harper. You can see his crescent moon+harp pin in all the shots where he's wearing armor. This fits super well with him being a bard.

All them bald people with tattoos on their scalps? Red Wizards of Thay. The lich-looking one? Probably Szass Tam.

Conveniently enough, there are notable Harper and Red Wizard cells in Neverwinter.

Michelle Rodriguez's character, Holga, is probably an Uthgardt barbarian if this is set in The North. Possibly from the Elk or Griffon Tribe, given the vague shape of the tattoos on her arms and the location of the story. I'm leaning towards Elk.

The shot of the battle where the black dragon flies overhead is between barbarians and warriors wearing black helmets with dragon wings on them.

The presence of banners with elk horns on them would give credence to Holga being from the Elk Tribe.

I think the warriors in black are Zhents, because the Zhentarim's emblem is a black dragon on a gold field, they are allied with a black dragon named Harondalbar, and literally the main character is a Harper, so the chances are high you're gonna have Zhents.

Alternatively, given the amount of dragons in this trailer, we might be seeing some Cult of the Dragon shit and those soldiers are cultists. Or the amount of dragons could just be an effort to live up to the title "Dungeons and Dragons"

The party goes to the Underdark.

I'm like 80% sure the city we see in the Underdark shots is Menzoberranzan, because why would they write any other Underdark city into Thee DnD movie? Also it's the right region. Cue me screaming about dark elves potentially being in the movie. EDIT: I have been informed by multiple people (thank you all) that the Underdark city is in fact most likely Gracklstugh, a duergar city, and the fat red dragon is Themberchaud. I defs need to read Out of the Abyss now.

The runes on the golden chest are Dethek, the script for several languages, including Dwarvish, Primordial, and Giant, but given that they're underground and there's a bunch of statues of dwarves, I think we know which language is on that chest lol

Those statues could be duergar specifically, given that we know they'll be in the Underdark, but there's no way to be sure. EDIT: well given previously stated info, it seems pretty likely.

The shot with the big rock hill (cairn?) could be the Surbrin Hills

That shot of the dead forest with the red ground? Almost certainly the Dire Wood.

Regé-Jean Page's character, the paladin Xenk, has detailing on his bracers and a tattoo on his hairline that look like a sun, which would suggest he follows Lathander/Amaunator

ADDITION: the snowy place is Icewind Dale, as confirmed by the creators+cast in interviews.

This is everything I could spot. If people spotted or have ideas about anything else, feel free to add.

#Dungeons and Dragons #Forgotten Realms #Honor Among Thieves #DnD Honor Among Thieves #DnD movie #DnD #y'all I'm losing my goddamn mind over this trailer #I've been waiting my whole life for this movie #I can't believe the universe let me have a DnD movie with a Harper bard main character played by Chris Pine who is perfect for a bard #thank you universe

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anonymoosen · 2 months

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ZIMPAI STORY PART 6: A CONFESSION OF OBSESSION 🥺👉👈

(YALL THIS IS GONNA BE THE LAST PART FJDJFDJ CUZ I HAVE TO END THIS WEIRD STORY BEFORE I BURN ANYONE ELSES BRAINCELLS AGAIN)

(AND THIS IS GONNA BE MY THING FOR ZIMDAY/IZDAY LOL)

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“LIEEESSS!” The alien desperately screeched out loud on the top of his lungs (or whatever aliens had). Dib raised an eyebrow in confusion, distracting him from the overwhelming sadness he was trying to hide. “I…uhhh- didn’t say anything…?”

Zimpai blinked and tried to regain his composure. He slowly took a step back and tried to escape. Dib-chan tilted his head, and his hair bone scythe hair cowlick thingy turned into a light bulb as a thought struck him. “C-could it be…”

Just as the big headed boy opened his mouth to let out his undeniably kawaii anime voice, Zim-kun began to run and covered his nonexistent ears.

“Z-Zimpai has…a…a…”

Dib-Chan’s delicate pretty voice suddenly became deep and sounded like he was a macho and buff man. “CRUSHY WUSHY LUSHY USHY BLUSHY CRUSHY ON MEEEE!11!1!1!1!11”

The yell was so loud and ear piercing that the whole ground collapsed while everything around Dib got pushed away by 999999999 kilometers.

This was so powerful that even Gaz became flabberGAZted by this and was more concerned than ever. “TAK- WHY THE ACTUAL HELL DID YOU MAKE THE ANIME BEAM DO THIS???”

Tak, despite her messy hair and being literally yeeted away by an incredibly long distance from a pathetic lover boy, was still smiling smugly and just shrugged. “I had the most tragic villain story from the most stupid defective Irken of destruction demolishing a vending machine. His stupid lover obviously has to be as insane as he is.”

Back with our main character idiots here, Dibby boi realised what he has done and sobbed, “Z-Zimpai my pookie…! I didn’t mean to hurt you like thisss…!!” (he obviously did lolll)

From 999 something kilometers whatever that number I typed earlier (oh wait I can copy and paste but oh well) away, the green space cockroach creechur growled, “GRGRGRRR YOUUU…!! YOUUUU!! WHEN YOU YOUUU!11!1!1 YOUUU MADE ME MAAADDD GRGRGRGRHDIEJDEKJ” (bro this space boi couldn’t hear dib a shmillion times even when he was 1 inch away from him but now he can-)

(wAIT I SHOULD MAKE LESS BRACKETED TEXTS SORRY-)

Instead of apologizing again, Dib got mad at Zim too because it would be too out of character if the boys didn’t fight each other here as it was still an ENEMIES to lovers arc after all.

Deeb Doob Dob Dib’s voice became all buff again as he himself became buff too, electricity surging all around him. He then ascended from the ground, T-posing and let the mysterious anime power carry him towards the alien.

The alien boi zimmediately tried to become as buff as Dibby boi did by casually grabbing a machine that was 69 420 times his size in his PAK and blasted himself with it, causing his scrawny-looking green arms to develop more and more muscles and become as buff as Dib was.

The boys just stared each other down, eyes glowing while T-posing in front of each other.

Dib-chan then broke the silence that lasted for 10 hours by saying in a small and cute voice while still in that buff state

“…Z-zim-kun I… I… l-love y-you…”

Zim then reverted back to his cutesy smol chibi shape and responded with a little “B-baka!!” even when Dib didn’t finish the sentence.

Surprised by that, the big headed boy also reverted back into his original pathetic form and giggled, “I love you….your mom!” He laughed even more and smirked. Zim was taken aback and felt his heart— whatever aliens had shatter into smithereens. Was this really how Dib felt…? Was it all just a silly little game…?

Before Zim could take get out his PAK legs to absolutely destroy and obliterate the human, Dib laughed once more and threw that one love letter to Zim, smacking his face and not the back of his bald head this time.

“Nahhh! Just kidding, and uh- happy birthday, I guess…” Dib looked away quickly as the butterflies returned in his stomach. Dang it— he forgot how cute his crush looked despite how stupid he was…

“Ehhh- birthday?? Invaders don’t NEED pathetic Urth birthdays!”

“Yeah, yeah— but today is still special, y’know? It’s the day you set your little alien foot on this planet!”

Zim tried not to smile at his beloved nemesis remembering AND writing some letter to him for this day. But then…

“WAIT! How did you know it’s today?? We met at the disgusting skool one or two days after I landed on this filthy planet!!”

Dib smiled and responded, “I’m a paranormal investigator! Of COURSE I know the exact day an alien comes here!”

“You were a creepy stalker from the start, Dib-thing… even before becoming those… yhaaan-deers…”

“You’re creepy too, y’know!! And you were so weird too! In fact- everything was so weird earlier… nothing new, I guess!” Dib chuckled.

Zim coughed and shifted his eyes away from Dib, yet getting closer beside him. “…Yeah. Very…strange…”

Dib-ch- I mean DIB noticed this and leaned closer and closer to Zim and….

HELD HIS HANDDDD!1?1!?!1?11!1! SO SCANDALOUS!! THE END-

(Just kidding :3)

…he affectionately smooched the bug boy’s cheek! This gesture was so sweet that even the usually cold Gaz let out an “awww!” along with every other bystander around them!

The gay boys finally completed their enemies to lovers arc….

…until the cartoon resets again and everyone forgot what happened !

The end uwu

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KFKDFKDKDKD HELP ITS ACTUALLY OVER AHHFJDJDDJD

THIS STORY HAS BEEN… SOMETHING! LOLL IF U ACTUALLY READ THIS, OR EVEN READ ALL THE WAY FROM THE START- I JUST WANNA SAY THANK YOU.

THANK YOU FOR ALL UR SUPPORT AND STILL STICKING BY DESPITE THE SLOW UPDATES AND THE LOW QUALITY WRITING AND PHONE DOODLES!

Honestly, I’m gonna miss this story, so maybe I’m still gonna make things for it in the future like doodle comics or more writings but after the reset! Anyway… again thanks so much for reading this if u did and have the bestest day or night! Don’t let the buff boys haunt you XD

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FIRST

NE- OH WAIT THIS IS THE LAST LOLL FKDKDD BYEEEE!!

#KFDKKDKD #U GUYS WONT HAVE ANY MORE HORRIBLE HORRIFYING THING THAT WILL MELT UR BRAIN CELLS NOW #UNLESS U COUNT THE REST OF MY BLOG #DJDJ #YEAAAH U GUYS CANT ESCAPE MY CRINGE AS LONG AS I EXIST HEHEHEE #ZIMPAI STORY #ZIMPAI #ZIM-KUN #DIB-CHAN #anonymoosen #moosenarts #my art #aka low quality phone doodles #my writing #(horrible writing)#izday #Zimday #happy bday zim :3

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royakahoshiart · 3 months

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okay fine. I need people to know this.

I feel like most tbhk fans are Christian from America and Europe. So they probably don't really think about the religion in tbhk but it actually has such a big role.

I'll get straight to the point, all of tbhk (or at least main charactes and the plot) is revolved around the worship of Kami ( 神 ) gods, spirits and supernaturals alike.

ThE most obvious ones are the seven mysteries themselves, yako in a kitsune (litterally fox) a fox spirit/yokai whom like to pull pranks of humans either by shaoeshifiting, seducing or even killing at points, this can be seen in yako's sort of cocky personality. Yako is more specifically an Inari statue of an Inari temple for the goddess of agriculture, they say it protects crops and foxes.

Tsuchigomori is a tsuchigomo (literally earth spider) it's a giant spider who can be at least as tall as 10 meters. In one story, minamoto no yorimitsu (or raiko) killed one and had found multiple skulls inside, obviusly implying that the creature eats humans.

Hakubo is an Oni, a general word for demonic creatures in Japanese, thought I can't pin point which exact one. Another story involving yorimitsu is the drunken demon, when hakubo was found by the exorcist he said to have given the biggest Oni poisoned sake, as the real story says that three old men gave yorimitsu and his men sake that revealed the oni's real appearance but didn't hurt humans because he prayed at 3 nearby shinto shrines, and later slashed his neck like in the original text.

Hanako is straightforward but it is different in almost all prefectures of japan.

The gist of it is that hanako was a little girl who died either by herself of by her classmates in the girls bathroom around 5-10 years old. She can grant your wish but is you make her angry she'll curse you with a painful and slow death that'll happen very soon. One prefecture even says that she died in the nuclear blast during the last years of ww2.

Im not sure where nº3, nº1 and nº4 come from.

Now Onto the more subtle details, you might ask "hold up Roy, but Japanese buddhisim is very in touch with supernaturals aswell, how do you know if it's japanese buddhisim or shinto?"

Well let's talk about the minamotos. As you might've read, yorimitsu killed many yokais, so he would be called an exorcist where now are kou and teru, the staff kou has is real and is in some temples, teru's bracelet wards off evil spirits in shinto (rather not talk about the Buddhist thoughts on it....) .well teru's blade is obviously not real as a sword like that would've been impractical.

The temple where Teru and Akane go during the severance is a shinto shrine, we can see this from the Torii gates and the architecture as well. The workers at the temple are also not bald therefore they aren't Buddhist monks. It was also very customary to serve tea to the visitors. On the front gate of the shrine there at this 'weird Rope' with papers attached on it, it's on most temples and its a direct reference to a story involving amaterasu , the sun goddess, wich i wont get into.

The train to the farshore is actually a story itself and the place being full of water isn't just an artistic choice but it rapresents the river to the farshore.

Haha wow this is all to conviniet, yeah I believe in shinto bye I'm writing this in the fucking school bathrooms. Need to start school soon bye.

#tbhk #jshk #toilet bound hanako kun #tbhk analysis #jshk analysis #Shinto #Tbhk theory #Jshk theory #I'm tired #I have a presentation of 34 slides today #Bye bye

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novankenn · 11 months

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"Jaune Gets A Gun AU - Day 3" the Master Chief (Halo) - PT 1

Inspired by @howlingday's RU-JA-GUN-CON

(Yes, this one is WAY LONG overdue. My apologies)

Jaune: Can you guys put me... DOWN!

Ruby: Not until you give us your Arc's word...

Pyrrha: ... that you won't enlist in any more foreign militaries.

Jaune: Tina, Jinx... help me out...

Jinx: Nope.

Tiny Tina: I'm with the other girls on this one. Let's face it Baby-J your house husband material...

Emerald: I don't even really know you, and I agree with them.

Jaune: Wow, thanks for the votes of confidence, guys. Makes me really feel good deep down inside to find out... NONE of you have any faith in me!

Pyrrha: I have complete faith in you, Jaune. It's just that fighting a war is very different from defending civilians from grimm.

Ruby: You can totally be a bad-butt huntsman! I know it!

Jinx: I'm just going to let my husband-to-be, get himself killed. End of story.

Tiny Tina: J-Baby, people are always telling me I'm insane, and I don't see it, but that's besides the point... what was I going on about?

Emerald: To be honest (blushes) I just want to be smothered in your cleavage... do you think...

Pyrrha: Neither the time nor place.

Tiny Tina: Jeez, thirsty much?

Jinx: I could go for...

Ruby: This is a FILTH free-zone! There are children present.

Jaune: Um... can I get down now? I mean, we are almost at the food court. I wonder if that guy needs some help?

Pyrrha: What guy?

Jaune: Over there. The armoured guy talking to the blue woman on his wrist.

????: Cortana are you sure he's here?

Cortana: John, I am certain. He and those counterfeit weapons are somewhere around here.

John-117: You think you can narrow it down any further?

Cortana: I can try, but the digital infrastructure here is rather lacklustre and primitive.

John-117: Well, keep trying.

The girls set Jaune down, and he instantly walked over towards the armoured figure.

Jaune: Hello.

John-117: Hello. Can I help you?

Jaune: You seem like you could use some help. Is there anything I can do for you?

Cortana: John, he could know something or at least be able to narrow the search area.

John-117: Maybe you can. I'm looking for a very specific vendor, maybe you've seen him?

Jaune: Well, there are a lot of Vendors here. Can you be a little more specific?

John-117: Average height, bald, looks like a robot. Talks in a rather rambling or distracted manner?

The girls collected behind Jaune, each a little on edge, and worried that Jaune was going to get himself drafted or do something waifu-y again.

Jaune: Sounds familiar... (Snaps his fingers as something jumps into his thought process) I know him! He's the one selling all the cool rabbit themed weapons!

John-117: What now? Rabbit themed?

Jaune: Why are you looking for him? I mean, just by looking at you, you seem pretty well outfitted. I can understand wanting more gear, but...

Cortana: We believe he's selling counterfeit USMC weapons.

Ruby: How do you counterfeit a gun?

Cortana: We've been told that they are unlicensed and lower quality than the standard issue arms of the USMC.

Hearing "Standard Issue" had all the girls close in on Jaune, protectively.

Pyrrha: You said "counterfeit" guns. Like what?

John-117: This...

Ruby/Tiny Tina: IS that a BR55?

Cortana: It is. Are you familiar?

Ruby/Tiny Tina: Bullpup design with three fire modes. Semi, burst and full-auto. Most often used with the last two options. Overall length 89.9 centimetres, 36 round box magazine chambering 9.5x40mm M634 HP-SAP...

Everyone else in the group just blinks as their eyes start to glaze over...

John-117: You two know your stuff. This is the other weapon we believe he is selling...

Ruby/Tiny Tina: A M6G Magnum!

Emerald: Please make them stop.

Jaune: (Cutting in before Tiny Tina and Ruby could start rambling off statistics) I think we can help you. If it is the same guy I think, his name is Banshee-44 and he WAS near the main entrance yesterday.

(Somewhere with in the Convention... not near the main entrance...)

Bashee-44: Huh? Someone is talking about me... I think? Maybe? Doesn't matter... I have work to do.

#rwby #jaune arc #pyrrha nikos #ruby rose #tiny tina #emerald sustrai #jinx #halo #master chief #Cortana #jaune gets a gun au #destiny 2 #banshee 44

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fireemblems24 · 5 months

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Scarlet Blaze Ch 13

Someone should've renamed this "backtracking, the plot."

MAIN STORY

I'm actually excited for this chapter because Ferdinand is the most interesting part of it.

Ok, so TWSITD didn't want to avoid unification (which I'm sure they either want or don't care about), but only caused the ruckus to try and take the Empire over.

She's . . . pink. Why is she pink? (some random Empire general)

Is it wrong to see Ferdinand's looks in the future when I see Aegir? Seems like baldness runs in the family. As long as he avoids that mustache . . .

Can someone remind me, did Edelgard not arrest Aegir or not kill him? Or did he run away.

Aegir kinda twisted. Insisting Ferdinand kills him. That's fucked up.

Oh, kk, he escaped. (Aegir)

This is like a giant teaser of what SB could've been if it stuck to Empire and TWSITD stuff and wasn't "Edelgard backtracks: the conquest 2.0 - the boring as fuck version).

MAP/SIDE BATTLES

Can Edelgard just once have a plan for her government before invading all the other nations and getting a lot of innocent people killed (Dorothea said she's still working out what to replace nobles with)

Hunh, I'm impressed. Not going to lie, but Balthus wasn't making a great impression on me, but he's worried that a man he owes a debt too will fall in battle while fighting alongside the enemy. He actually wants to pay the man back and not this get out of jail free card. I like that.

Ashe asked Shez for help restoring Hrym territory. Ashe wants them to have their lives back. I was a dick and said no though bc I could and found that funny.

Fort Mercius has a convenient sneaky point, bc of course it does. Otherwise we'd have to siege warfare which was boring as fuck in real life.

Of course, only Dorothea cares about the hostages. Ferdinand will magically not let it happen. How? Who knows.

SHEZ & MONICA A

Ugh.

Monica keeps track of how many times Edelgard drinks tea, what she eats, when she eats, all her sighs, etc . . .

She needs a restraining order.

Edelgard did the world a favor when she let TWSITD kill Monica.

SHEZ & DOROTHEA B

Nobles gave Shez a tea party after he helped them out, and he doesn't know what to make of it and can't tell if he likes it.

Dorothea ties that to arguing that commoners should get to enjoy all of life's goods. Shez can counterpoint that they don't miss it if they don't know what they're missing.

Dorothea then talks about her love of singing and laments that only rich people get to hear her sing.

This is actually kind of interesting (if it goes there, but I doubt it). Dorothea wants the commoners to enjoy everything the rich get, yet benefits from an organization that raises the prices so high only the rich gets to enjoy her voice. Dorothea could just as easily go sing in taverns or more accessible places, but she doesn't. And because she doesn't she got wealthy and well connected. So she's actively choosing to participate in and benefit from the system that gatekeeps poor people from enjoying things. I don't hate the player, but it will be cool to see if she has some level of self-awareness about this.

SHEZ & EDELGARD A

They talk about how Shez having the same powers as TWSITD helps him identify TWSITD better than anyone else.

Edelgard credits this with her ability to get rid of them in SB (obviously contrasting to Byleth and CF)

So Edelgard had 2 choices: she could either focus on getting rid of TWSITD and sparing her citizens from their cruelty or start a war and choose the later, lamo. Like, imagine looking at your country and seeing that it's corrupted by an insane death cult running experiments on your own citizens and think "yeah, this is solid foundation to rely on for rebuilding a new world and rule over all the other countries." It's so idiotic. TWSITD really hurts Edelgard's writing and this game really exposes that. Which is funny since they likely got invented to shift blame away from her lol.

Shez says he joined Edelgard because the Empire was rich and she complimented him, unlike other nobles (but pretty sure EVERYONE complimented him because self-insert). So the game's got nothing.

SHEZ & HUBERT A

So many Shez supports back-to-back

Hubert scares/surprises Shez, then questions him about TWSITD.

Hubert's upset that they didn't reach out to Shez as an ally, and I can get mad at his mistrust. Def picking that one.

Hubert owns it at least.

He tries to complement Shez, but I'm able to not believe him, so I don't.

Hubert can sense Arval and is concerned about it. Shez doesn't trust Hubert about Arval.

Does that mean Hubert senses Sothis? Or is this a plot-hole? Or can he only sense TWSITD?

SHEZ & CONSTANCE C

Constance is talking his ear off about restoring House Nuvelle by discovering more magic. And Shez is the test subject of her research lol.

Shez refuses and Constance can't comprehend.

Shez suggests she try to establish herself in battle instead. But Constance turns that down.

I think it's because of her night-day thing. Also, I may have seen this support before? I'm not sure.

MERCEDES & LYSITHEA C

Funny, you can only get this support in SB and neither are Black Eagles.

"I'm not a child!!!" vs mothering everyone

Lysithea trained so hard she collapsed and Mercedes took care of her. Lysithea is horrified to learn that she slept too long.

Mercie backed her cookies, because of course she did. And sweets are Lysithea's secret weakness so . . .

Lysithea assumes Mercie has bad intentions. Why is she always so insufferable?

Mercie's cookies are good. Lysithea acts like a complete brat, demanding Mercie train her right now how to make the cookies.

PETRA & CASPAR A

Ok, this one should be better. I love Mercie, but that support had 0 new things in it.

Petra challenges Caspar's father to a duel. Yeah, way more intense than the first one.

And . . . the asshole won't even show up. Or, I guess Caspar stole is before his dad saw it. Petra's pissed. Rightfully so.

Caspar also assumes Petra would just lose. What an ass.

So Petra says she'll just kill Caspar instead.

She takes him down, but won't strike the killing blow.

Petra's upset she lost control of her emotions.

Petra decides to pull back because she's a queen (in secret) and she can't act on her personal feelings.

She doesn't fully understand why she challenged his father to a duel.

Caspar volunteers to let Petra dump her negative emotions about this on Caspar. Petra's not sure she wants a friendship like that, but says she'll give it thought.

I did like that support, but I wish she was allowed to call out the Empire more.

SHEZ & JERITZA A

Jeritza is hunting a cat that raided the pantry because she was injured.

Last time they talked, Shez assumed Jeritza was talking about a person, not a cat.

Jeritza likes cats because he used to have one. And now he wants to own this one. But she dislikes Jeritza.

HUBERT & BERNADETTA C

Bummed this is their only support. They were cute together in House.

Bernadetta is moving boxes of documents around. They're about bandit activity in the area. Hubert's investigating.

He's annoyed at the army's inability to catch them. Bernadetta assumes he's angry with her, but calms down.

Funniest line is Hubert telling her that her persistence often leads to exactly what she's trying to avoid lol. His VA is so good.

Hubert calls them rats. Like Dimitri did lamo.

Hubert is upset they may go back into hiding. Bernadetta sympathizes with the bandits lol.

It inspires Hubert to set something up that would make them come out.

HUBERT & LYSITHEA A

Isn't this the support chain that told us the Imperial army won't eat their veggies? lamo

Lysithea is enjoying sweets. Hubert offers her coffee. She turns it down because it's not sweet. Hubert baits her into drinking it by implying that drinking coffee means you're not a child.

She doesn't like drinking it black, but Hubert tells her that sweeten it up and she may like it.

Lysithea asks Hubert why he's nice to her since he's mean to everyone else. It's because he has a younger sister that Lysithea reminds him of.

Did he have one in Houses? Or did they just pop up when convenient like Edelgard's siblings?

Hubert doesn't tell anyone about the siblings. I wonder if Edelgard knows.

Because he sees her like a little sister, Lysithea accepts it.

MERCEDES & CASPAR C

Hope this goes like - Murder isn't funny, Caspar. It isn't? No. Because he's awful in this route.

No, he's just asking Mercedes about Jeritza because he keeps defeating Caspar in bouts.

So Caspar still being painfully one-note and boring.

Mercedes says he can beat Jeritza with baking. Caspar is confused. Until Mercedes clarifies that Jeritza sucks at baking, so Caspar can beat him at baking.

Caspar's upset bc that doesn't matter to him.

LINHARDT & CONSTANCE A

Linhardt has to ask her a question, but she's in the sunlight. He wants to experiments on crests. Constance is fine with it.

Until she's inside. Then she's upset.

Linhardt is taking advantage of her dual personality, avoiding confident Constance because she's difficult to work with.

Kinda skeevy, Linhardt.

Constance demands more equality. If she helps Linhardt with his research, then he must help with hers.

He's actually interested until he learns she wants to find ways for eyes to emit a golden light, and loses interest.

FERDINAND & LYSITHEA A

Ferdinand is worried about Lysithea's future, specifically throwing away her nobility.

He tried to understand her thought process. She's irritated with him. Honestly, same, I think that may be my issue with Ferdinand. I find him irritating.

Ferdinand uncovered Lysithea's secret. She's understandably upset and wants him to leave it be.

Ferdinand wants a solution, Lysithea's like do you think I haven't tried? And do-do bird is like "take action!" Like, this seems like things not to tell someone terminally ill 101.

Though, he brings up magical research. So this may be different.

He found the research on her and they could use that as a way to solve her problem.

She wants to help.

DOROTHEA & MONICA A

Dorothea is wounded, and Monica is worried that Dorothea will get scars to damage her skin.

Creepy moment when Dorothea asks Monica how she knows she has scars. So does this confirm that Monica peeps on people?

Dorothea hesitates to kill a child in battle.

So Dorothea cannonly killed children. I wonder how every Edel-stan who used that to smear Dimitri feels, lamo.

I wish Dimitri and Dorothea got a support. Both hate killing, but keep doing it anyways.

Monica asks why Dorothea keeps killing people. Dorothea feels too tied to her position to go back.

Dorothea admits she could've been that child in another life. So she has no right to run away and hide when the children the Empire is slaughtering don't have that option.

I know some people take issue with this side to Dorothea, but this is what makes me love her. She's the only one who realizes the brutality her side is forcing on other people, she just believes in the cause enough to keep doing it. That conflict makes her so interesting, and if Edelgad had a more justified cause or well-written government plan, Dorothea may have been in competition for my fav, but man does Edelgard's flimsy reasoning for war and bare-bones ideas make this conflict flat-line a bit.

Then they spend the rest of the support simiping for Edelgard. So, Monica's entire personality. That was interesting for like 3 seconds. So a new record for a Monica support.

PETRA & RAPHAEL B

You know it's bad when I fully expect Raphael to have deeper thoughts than Monica.

Raphael fails to hunt. Petra isn't surprised.

Raphael thinks being a bear will help him hunt rabbits, and is shocked when she tells him bears don't hunt.

Petra says Brigid people hunt with subtleness. But Fodlan people use hounds for hunting, which might suit Raphael better.

Raphael now thinks being a wolf will help him hunt instead of bear. So, yeah, deeper thoughts than Monica is capable of.

MAIN BATTLE

Time to kill the rebels.

Try to make sure hostages don't die.

Monica and Hubert have a fight over who gets to suck on Edelgard's toes after the battle (not literally, but might as well). The only non-grating part of it was Monica calling Hubert a coffin-dweller. Which, I mean, accurate.

Shez is the only one that remembers poor Ferdinand's going to kill his dad, lol. Ferdinand says he's ready though.

Oh, cut scene. Ferdinand and Hubert teaming up on Aegir. Hubert "let's" Ferdinand give the final blow.

So Ferdinand kills his bad. This game likes people killing their families. And I bet Aegir's death will get more sympathy than the actually innocent people Edelgard and co mow down every chapter.

Ferdinand needs a moment.

Edelgard is like, could you choose how to punish the traitors and choose the next Duke. Shockingly, the title goes to his son. So much for merit-based promotions, lamo.

So do we go back to beating up poor people in Faerghus now?

Caspar's like, fighting traitors serving a death cults sucks because they're from the Empire. Let's go kill the innocent people in the Kingdom instead! Because that's fun!

Edelgard still suspects Shez. The vibes for Shez are so different in Faerghus. No one gives a shit about Shez in SB.

Oh, yeah, I forgot I didn't get Byleth in this route, lamo.

Arval feels like a proud parent of Shez, lamo.

xxx

#fire emblem #scarlet blaze #fire emblem three hopes #three hopes #scarlet blaze spoilers

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yume4evere · 6 months

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vampire knight Volume 10 Edition

HINO : Zero , Yuki and Kaname

YUKI: Without Yuki , I wouldn't have been able to start this story. She's a precious girl. When Kaname faced Yuki when she was born, he was so profoundly moved and felt such tenderness towards her that he thought every cell in his body had been rewritten. As for Zero , I think he spent his youth in darkness, filled with nothing but hatred and despair when he hadn't yet met Yuki . Yuki's worries are multi-layered and intense. There are people she wants to cherish. But she is inexperienced and helpless. Yet she is mercilessly forced to make a choice. The feelings she cannot pronounce are abundant. As a result, Kaname had to carry most of the burden, I put you through deep anguish in my opinion. I'm sorry. You joked about it in a Drama CD, but I really have to wonder if you haven't developed baldness with all the stress.

Kaname: You are a cornerstone of the story, but you ended up dealing the main blow of the various drawbacks, starting with my weakness as an author. I'm sorry, Kaname . If only I could go back to that episode… It’s always on my mind. When I think of this person, various thoughts and memories come to mind; I am filled with a feeling of helplessness at not knowing how I should have represented him and it pains me. I feel that...readers who were fans of his probably feel similar feelings.

Zero: Him, whose hair is always affectionately chewed by White Lily , or grabbed by the children he saves when he puts them on his shoulder. The stress he carries is at the highest level in the world of Vampire Knight . I wouldn't be surprised if he developed a bald spot on his head. While he is extremely delicate and vulnerable, he is a strong and reliable person who can be valiant when he has found a resolution. Even in the face of adversity, you tried to remain a kind person and suffered infinitely because of it - you are a person I respect.

Message from the author

Afterword

I would like to express my gratitude again now by writing an afterword in this way after the series has already ended. It's been two years and several months since the series ended. Since that, the series has received special chapters, a stage adaptation, bunko editions, and I've been given plenty of opportunities to sincerely reflect on Vampire Knight .

I thought about how I realized how much I enjoyed drawing Vampire Knight . I myself am amazed by this devotion. I had a lot of regrets during its serial publication and also after its conclusion..."If only I had done such and such, then... Why didn't I believe in myself, have more perseverance and more wisdom at the time?" I am tortured by these regrets. But my love for the series would not allow me to lose hope.

I ardently poured my heart into the finale, right up until the last panel. And fortunately, I was able to assess that my readers understood this, thank you to many for their warm and thoughtful words. I would like to thank them for following Vampire Knight . Thank you for being there in the happy and sad times.

Maybe because there are more special chapters planned, or because deep inside, Vampire Knight is still far from the end and continues to linger in me, I'm pumped up once again. That's why I would be grateful if you follow me a little longer in the world of this story.

September 2015 Matsuri Hino

#vampire knight #vampire knight memories #kuran kaname #yuuki kuran #vkm #vk #eternal yume #yume #hino matsuri

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hepbaestus · 18 days

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don't just count your years, make them count (nenê, feliz aniversário!!!)

4,539 words | family fluff | no TW's apply | ao3 link

A parent struggling to find a gift for his son, only to be saved by his son's chosen sister. The eldest children's birthday party happens and Pac didn't think that Ramón could get any cuter. How wrong he was. A story of how family helps one another and can look like something that you never thought you could have.

Accompanying fanart by Shen

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Rising to the sounds of birds, stray animals and the small pool of a mix of Tubbo, Ramón and Fit’s congealing blood that he had in his house, Pac rose from his bed before going to his wardrobe and perusing through his few items of clothing. Reaching out to his blue shirt and cream flannel shirt, his now go-to outfit, his arm brushed over his worn Pac-Man hoodie. He hadn’t worn it since before the date with Fit, that had been almost three months ago at this point. He couldn’t see himself wearing it any time in the near future but he didn’t want to throw it away. He felt the yellow fabric of the Pac-Man logo, remembering all the important events that had happened while wearing this hoodie. It was the third iteration of his hoodie, the others had been either destroyed in experiments or in some other manner.

He makes inquisitive noises to himself before grabbing the hoodie and putting it in his main backpack, maybe he could make something with this. Walking out his front door, greeted by the sweet scent of the pretty flowers he had planted not too long back, there was not a focus of a specific red flower given to him by a specific bald man and if he was questioned on that by people in the know he would disagree before swiftly moving on. The runes on the waystone to his left glistened in the sunlight, radiating a light lavender purple glow. He walked to it before choosing the ‘Town of Fobo’ teleport.

At the sound of his teleportation from his place to the Town of Fobo waystone, he was greeted by the many whistles from the pit of chocobos and the neighs of Foolish’s horse breeding pit. It had been a few months since Foolish had taken on the task of breeding horses until he found the perfect one but he had not yet achieved it. He’d gotten close, with the horse’s jump being perfect but the speed of the horse had been subpar so he swiftly got rid of those horses.

Fast, little steps and the swishing of a long dress against grass and dirt could be heard running closer to him, the town’s princess Sunny had come to greet him. He smiled at that, knowing that Sunny, no matter who had teleported in, would have greeted them with a hopefully warm smile.

“Driver Pac! Hi!” The always full of life child ran into his legs, hugging his waist tightly, their sunglasses falling slightly from her nose. If he had both his legs he would have toppled over; from both the sheer force of Sunny running into him and the uneasiness he always experienced after teleporting. Despite living closer to each other than most residents, they always seemed to narrowly avoid each other. It didn’t help that even before the entire upheaval of the islanders’ lives, Sunny’s father Tubbo went purposefully out of his way to avoid both Fit and Pac, not wanting Morning Crew, something that Tubbo held very dearly to his heart to disappear with their new relationship.

Sunny was wearing a dress that could only be seen as a SunnySideUp original; the stitches were slightly uneven and loose from a child still learning as she crafted various items of clothing and despite that, the dress was gorgeous. The colours complimented her two toned hair, not too dissimilar to her Pa Tubbo’s.

He smiled down at the little girl, “Sunny hi! I was wondering if you had any spare green fabric that I could use. It’s Ramón’s birthday soon and I want to make him something you know? As his pai.” Sunny’s smile could only be described as a ray of sunshine as it widened while Pac was talking.

They reached for his hand before pulling, though passersby would liken it more to being dragged, and guided him to the house of Fobo, where not only she had a room but so did Leo, Pepito, Tallulah and Chayanne. Climbing down the ladder, past the pink and green kitchen to which he thought Mike and his Goddess of Creation Mine would like at their secluded, bird infested ranch, she led him all the way to an almost over-filled chest with fabrics spilling out.

“For my Moustache Boy? Anything, for a small fee.” Sunny laid her hands behind her back in a pose that they frequently did, as if to say that they’re ‘just a girl’. He smiled at the action, knowing that he’ll fall for it every time like he does when Ramón whips out the faintest puppy eyes like he did upon the first mention of a sniffer plushie by Pac. How he couldn’t resist his nené’s eyes.

She grabs some things that she thinks he’ll need before asking him what he needs the fabric for, gesturing to different green fabrics with a questioning noise waiting for Pac to shake or nod his head. With the perfect green fabric in hand, which was an almost identical shade to that of Fit’s cape that he could be seen wearing around the island, she turns around to face him smiling.

“So… what do you need it for?” Pac reaches into his backpack and brings out his blue Pac-Man hoodie, passing it to the young child. They take it in hand and rub her hand over the fabric, feeling the bobbles from the many wears.

“Fit wears a cape, right? And it looks good on him,” Sunny’s face falls to a deadpan stare that was a perfect replica to one that Pac had seen before on Tubbo’s face, “so I wanted to make one for Ramón. Because he doesn’t have one.” Pac’s voice softened slightly when unconsciously complimenting his boyfriend.

“A cape? For Ramón. That shouldn’t be too difficult. Why have you brought your old hoodie with you?” Sunny tilted their head in confusion, another thing that Tubbo did that she mimicked which was only to be expected as he was their primary caregiver for most of her life.

“I thought I could cut out the Pac-Man and sew it onto the cape. Like a logo, right?” Pac stumbles slightly on his words, trying to find the right words. Sunny nodded in a way that Pac knew she understood what he imagined. They turned back to the chest and reached deep, so much so that she was on her tip-toes. Finally grasping the item she wanted, she stood back up with a wide smile on her face that Pac had only seen when they were surrounded by a multitude of diamonds, raising what could only be described as the largest pair of scissors Pac had ever seen.

In shock, Pac nods when Sunny gestures the scissors to the hoodie and she starts to cut the logo out of the hoodie. Once finished she hands Pac the yellow logo and dumps the rest in the chest, for later use Pac can only assume. She goes back to the chest of fabrics and pulls out two random pieces, “This is gonna be your practice piece.” They hand the pieces to Pac and grab his hand to get him to sit next to her children’s chair in front of the sewing machine.

Watching one of the youngest children on the island almost perfectly manoeuvre a sewing machine with ease confounded Pac. He could not wait to see how Sunny’s skills would improve in the future, especially with her being so young now and so creative. They showed him the correct technique, how much pressure to have on the foot pedal and what stitch would be best. Pac had a new found respect for Sunny and those like them who handmade their clothes.

After a few attempts at sewing on the scrap fabric, Sunny deemed him able enough to sew the Pac-Man logo onto the cape. With trying anything for the first time, there were always going to be mistakes and loose stitches but, despite that, it was made with all the love and affection that Pac could muster for Ramón. He hugged Sunny as they cut the final stitch connecting it to the thread of the machine. “Obrigado Sunny!” She jumped on the spot, happy to help her chauffeur. A shout for Sunny could be heard from upstairs, likely her Pa Tubbo, so they ran past Pac and climbed the ladder.

While she was climbing the ladder, Pca took a couple needles and some white and copper coloured thread to continue with a little secret part of his gift to Ramón and with that he left to go back home, using the waystone in Etoiles’ build that he could barely call a house.

When back home, after turning on a couple lamps, he sat in his armchair and got to work; threading the embroidery thread into the needle to embroider “To Ramón, from Pai” on the collar in replacement of a label and the outline of various cogs on the edges to decorate the cape slightly.

With that done, not without lightly stabbing himself several times with the needle, he wrapped in some blue and green wrapping paper that he had bought on sight when visiting the spawn’s shop a couple days previous. Once done with that he decided to have a nap before the party later that evening.

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An area just beyond the school and skate park had been decorated for the oldest egg’s birthday. A jukebox had been placed at the edge of the area with a dance floor in front of that. Pepito and Empanada were holding hands and spinning without a care in the world, momentarily forgetting that they were both the only eggs attending on one life. RadioEgg and Tubbo were hovering around the music, discussing the next performance and what dj-ing is like. Their respective parents just off to the side, eyes gazing softly over their children, feeling some rare serenity in the chaos that is living on Quesadilla Island. Others were scattered around the space, with some of the adults chatting to each other updating each other on whatever new had happened in their lives. The French were chatting up a storm on what shenanigans and builds they were doing, or the new weapons that Etoiles had found. Quackity was going around, playfully being chased by Chayanne with a foam sword that he had nabbed from the dress up box in the corner. Fit stood with Ramón just slightly away from everyone else, keeping an eye out for any potential dangers and Ramón not wanting his dad to be alone.

Fit noticed that of all the parents at the party, there was one missing. That Brazilian boyfriend of his was late and that made him nervous. There was no message on their personal communicators to say that he had been downed and no message from him both publicly or privately to say that he would be late. This wasn’t like Pac, when situations like this did occur, he would send Fit a small message to say that he would be late. While catastrophizing silently in his head, Ramón wandered off to join Tubbo and his siblings briefly.

Mike shouting in a welcoming manner strikes Fit’s spiralling like a lightning strike back on the wasteland, his head rising from the low position it had fallen. The pink-haired man greeted his Tazer counterpart loudly. Fit smiled at the interaction, happy to see his boyfriend looking unharmed, that he was running late because of his own stuff and not because he was being chased by a heterochromatic eyed white cat. His boyfriend, rosy cheeked from rushing to get to the party, embraced his platonic soulmate, saying hello to Mine who was currently present through Mike, as seen by the left pink eye that Mike had. Pac could be seen handing one large bag over to Bagi who had been collecting the bags of presents to put into piles in front of a circle of chairs, the area where the bunny workers had allocated to be the main spot of the event. He had kept a smaller bag in his hand, too far away for Fit to discern any other details.

Ramón had returned to Fit’s side slightly before Pac had arrived, not too enwrapped in the conversation with his siblings. Pac’s head swivelled around looking for someone, slight confusion upon his face when he couldn’t immediately find the person he was looking for. When he saw Fit and Ramón, his entire face lifted, smile widening greatly as he escaped Mike’s encompassing hug and lightly jogged over to the pair. Ramón hugged his legs as he stopped, Pac rubbing his shoulder as a greeting. Fit smiled to himself, still not used to the affection that pours out of Pac every time they interact, not yet acclimated with the fact that he can receive that and not be immediately threatened afterwards like he had heard stories of in the wasteland. Pac crouches down to Ramón’s height before passing over the other bag he had with him, “Feliz aniversário, Nenê. Save this one for last okay? I want to see your reaction.” Ramón bounces on the spot before running over to his Tia Bagi to guide him to his pile of presents.

His parents chuckled at the motion, Fit turned to hug Pac, “Bom dia Pac, you didn’t have to do that.” Pac shook his head in disagreement. Looking into each others eyes, the world surrounding them faded into the background.

“Food is served. I hope you enjoy the island.” Cucurucho spoke from behind Fit and Pac, having paid no attention to anyone except each other. Both jumped in shock with Pac letting out a small scream.

Fit turned, painting a smile on his face, at the sight of his ex-boss. “Hey boss, how’s it going?” Cucurucho nods once before leaving. The two sigh, at this point very used to what the ominous white bear was like.

Food was served in a buffet style with all variations for those with dietary requirements, drinks ranging from alcohol for the adults to the largest range of juices that both Fit and Pac had ever seen. The Bunny workers had truly outdone themselves, making all the wonderful food that the parents could only hope wasn’t poisoned or tainted in some other way. They sat together chatting and eating simultaneously, making jokes to each other across the table.

It was finally time for presents. Each child went about opening their presents differently, from Richarlyson opening his presents calmly but being extremely emotive when learning who the present was from to Dapper trying to vocally guess her presents before opening them based on their shape and size.

Ramón opened his presents, leaving Pac’s for last like he had asked. He received a lot of gunpowder to which he turned to Fit with a wide smile. There were shenanigans in their near future, that was certain. He opened the flat present carefully, minding not to badly rip the blue and green wrapping paper that the spawn shop sold for a brief period of time. The green cape slid out of the package and onto Ramón’s lap. Tilting his head in confusion he turned the fabric over to see the Pac-Man logo and his face broke out into a smile. Dropping the cape onto the picnic blanket that he, Dapper and Leonarda were sitting on, he ran into Pac’s arms.

“Obrigado pai.” Ramón nestled his head in the crook of Pac’s neck, Pac patting his back. Fit smiled to himself, seeing his two boys loving each other so much truly made living on the island worth it.

Placing his hand on Pac’s shoulder, just slightly away from Ramón’s head, Fit spoke, “go grab your cape, buddy. Your pai can put it on for you.” At that, Ramón ran back to grab it and Pac neatly tied it around Ramón’s shoulders before kissing his head. A shout for Ramón could be heard from across the party, Sunny was waving him over to play. He looked at his parents for permission to which they both nodded, smiling. He left them quickly to join the other half of the Dawn Darlings which had his parents chuckling before they parted to talk to the other parents. The parents once again mingled, joyfully watching their children play with their new gifts.

The party carried on like this for several hours, with children slowly dropping out of the games from exhaustion to sit and chill. It was clear that the party, for some, was coming to an end.

Ramón walked up to Fit and Pac, rubbing his eyes with his fist, tired from playing Superheroes and Princesses with Sunny, Richarlyson and Empanada. The cape from his pai lay flat against his back, a little dirty after a tumble over a small rock while chasing the mischievous Brazilian child. Ramón raised his arms at Fit who picked him up gently, his other hand slightly covered in wax of four different colours. He let his head fall onto his dad’s chest, some light snores already escaping the worn out child. Pac placed his hand on the small of Ramón’s back, hopefully providing a sense of comfort in his unguarded state. Most of the children were doing something similar, Phil and Missa each had a child in their arms and were seen making an Irish goodbye - something that had become a staple thing that the family did during events such as this.

“I should probably get this little guy to bed, Pac. It’s been a long day for all of us.” Fit says, breaking the moment that the three were having. Pac nods his assent, stretching his arms up in a motion that would imply that he was yawning when in actuality he was trying to smoothly lay his arm across Fit’s shoulders. It did not work as Fit was the taller of the duo but it made him laugh. Pac dropped his hand to Fit’s shoulder, sheepishly smiling to himself.

“Boa noite Fitch, boa noite filho.” Pac spoke softly as to not wake up their sleeping child, kissing the air next to Fit’s cheek. They hadn’t reached that level of comfort in their relationship yet to make such bold acts of affection so publicly but they both appreciated the little aspects of it. Fit waved a little trying not to jostle Ramón too much, before walking back to the shit shack that they called home. As the sounds of a successful party slowly bled into the noise of the night, Ramón lifted his head slightly.

“Do you think they would have liked the party?” He drowsily whispers, still feeling the effects of the power nap he had just awoken from.

Fit tilted his head, “Who would’ve liked the party?” He mimics his son’s tone, realising that he had something haunting his thoughts. The sounds of the night fading into the background. The moonlight glistened on Ramón’s glasses turned goggles, without them he could barely see a few feet in front of his face.

“Bobby, Flippa, Tilin and Trump.” Ramón laid his head back on Fit’s chest, wanting to listen to the steady sounds of his heart beating unlike those of his four younger siblings buried on the other side of the island, currently unattainable. Fit had noticed earlier that Leonarda had guided both Ramón and Dapper away from the party momentarily but he had written it off as secret triplet things. He’d have to ask Ramón about it when he wakes up in the morning, not wanting to disrupt the serenity post-party. Fit and Ramón have previously had conversations like this, where a big event had happened focussed around the eggs and shortly after leaving, Ramón would ask Fit if he thought the deceased eggs would have enjoyed themselves.

Fit sighs deeply, thinking for a moment, “I’d like to think so,” Ramón nestles deeper into Fit’s chest as he says this, “I know they all died so young, not having the chance to celebrate all of the birthdays that they should have had just like you but I know, in my heart,” and Fit lifts his finger and taps it lightly on Ramón’s chest after tapping his own, “that they would have had the best day. Is that a sufficient answer for you my boy?” He jests lightly, knowing that Ramón in his current state is more outwardly sensitive than he normally shows to others. He nods and lifts his head to the crook of Fit’s neck.

They reach the borders of the shit shack shortly after, with Fit shifting Ramon onto his back before climbing the ladder. Fit opens their door and places Ramón on his bed where he falls back onto the sniffer plushie. “C’mon buddy, I know you’re tired but you gotta get into your pyjamas, I’ll be upstairs putting your presents in a new chest.” Fit unclasps the cape from around Ramón’s shoulders, he crafts a small hook, attaching it to the wall and loops it on. With that Fit leaves, Ramón changes and tucks himself partially in his bed.

Fit comes back down, tucks Ramón in properly and sings the lullaby that he always sings to Ramón every night so as to bring some stability to the inconsistency of island life not before heading to bed himself.

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Fit woke up early, it had become a habit that he had instilled into himself while living on the wasteland that was his house land before Quesadilla Island. Most would call it a homeland but to make it a home, there would need to be a warm welcoming feeling that the wasteland was so devoid of that it felt alien to call it anything but. He slid out of bed, reaching out to grab his cape that he donned every day, it having become a staple in his outfits early on during his time on the island.

He wipes away the sleepiness from his eyes, and notices the lack of Ramón’s cape on the makeshift coat hanger that he had hastily crafted last night after Ramón had succumbed to sleep. Looking at his beautiful baby boy made in Heaven by God himself, it hits him quickly; at some point Ramón had woken up while Fit was asleep and grabbed his cape or that he wasn’t actually asleep when he had put him to bed and once Fit had fallen asleep, he had stood on his bed and precariously reached over for the cape. Not wanting to dwell too hard on the possibilities, he observed his child softly.

Ramón was snuggled up, his meathead hat loosely resting on his head, a tendril faintly resting on his eye. It was what was in his hand that made Fit’s heart jump; Ramón was cuddling the well loved sniffer plushie that Pac had made him a month or so ago with the cape laid on it, as a makeshift blanket for the plushie. It was the cutest thing that Fit had ever seen, which was not hard to beat but since raising Ramón, he had experienced things that he never thought he would. It stun locked him momentarily, he knew that his child was one of the cutest on the island but there was no way that he could be that cute but somehow he managed it.

A ping from his standard issue communicator brought him back to reality, the only thing that made his communicator stand out from others was the green tinted clear casing to prevent it being damaged upon accidentally dropping it. The noise that his comm made alerted him that Pac was awake. Pressing on Pac’s profile in his comm’s messaging app, he typed out, “Bom dia. What are you up to today” vocalising it quietly to himself as he typed.

Knowing he would get a response shortly, he busied himself with lightly sorting his backpack, having needed to do it for quite a while but with the stress of Madagio’s mission and the after period of anticipating further communication from his boss, it had distracted him greatly and thus left his backpacks neglectfully disorganised.

“I’m gonna try to grind a lot of coins today, i want to buy the warpstone from the shop hahaha.” Fit reads aloud.

Chuckling to himself he replies quickly, “Will you have time to come over in a little bit? I have something to show you.” He hoped Pac would come over sooner rather than later, wanting him to see their sleeping son with his two gifts from his Pai. The sounds of someone using the waystone at his house cause him to poke his head out the open space where the ladder was.

“Bom dia Fitch!” Pac spoke loudly, not expecting for Fit to shush him immediately. Fit climbed down the ladder quickly, lightly grabbing Pac’s hand.

“Por que? Por que temos que nos calar?” Pac spoke in his native language, knowing that previously Fit had mentioned that he liked it and wouldn’t mind hearing it more. He was led through the open door into the main room of the shit shack to see Ramón asleep and cuddling the sniffer in the cape.

“Look.” Fit guided Pac’s face gently with a single finger to his jaw, shifting his face so he could see Ramón fully. Pac melted on the spot, crouching at Ramón’s bedside to slide the meathead tendril away from their child’s eye. His hair curlier than usual from shifting around in his sleep, it was too tempting to run his hand through it but that would wake Ramón up. One of Pac’s ratinhos escaped his pocket, dropping to the floor before running to lay on Ramón’s pillows, not too close as to wake up Ramón.

“Que fofinho,” Pac whispered in awe, not really having seen Ramón asleep until now despite having put him to bed a couple of times when Fit had not woken up. In agreement, Fit hums, seeing his two favourite people in the same room warmed his heart.

Getting out his comm once again, he asked his boyfriend, “You want a photo with him?” Pac nodded quickly, as if it was illegal to not get a photo with their adorable son. They each separately took photos with their sleeping child and then one together where Fit bravely kissed Pac’s cheek, causing him to blush. This was going to be a day that the two remembered for a long time.

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It’d been a couple weeks since the eldest children had their first birthday party and Ramón was trying to find Pac as it was a Dad and Son Day, where Pac and Ramón would hang out for the day as would Fit and Richarlyson. Pac was in his basement rummaging through his storage system for the materials to make a machine, when Ramón used the secret elevator and asked for his communicator to look up a certain Create recipe, unsure of the specifics. “Pai. When did you take this photo?” He rotates the blue cased communicator to face Pac, the communicator screen revealing his lockscreen being the photo of Fit kissing his cheek with a sleeping Ramón to the side of them.

Pac stuttered, having been caught, “Ask your dad, filho. He can tell you.”

#qsmp fic #fitpac #fitpac fic #q pac #q ramon #qfit #q pac fic #q ramon fic #hideduo #hideduo fic #hep's writing #hideduokisswk

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Hello, I am here for the application to be Yoichi's younger sibling.

Hates bank vaults - Sadly, we're not off to a great start as I have several vaults where I put some shiny treasures such the souls of the people who wandered too close to me and sometimes, a fellow owl (who is probably vacationning there because of the chocolate fountain). However, I would never dirty my vaults with an actual human being.

Prefers Captain Hero to the Demon King - Never read this manga but I am 100% wiling to claim in front of AFO that Captain Hero is the most compelling character of the story and to make fun of the Demon King.

Villains need not apply - While I am above good and evil, I am more of an eldritch being and not a villain.

Yoichi would like someone younger than him so that he can be an older brother, but this is not a strict requirement - I am ageless so I don't know who would be the oldest but I am willing to claim the youngest sibling position. Also, I can have whatever appearance I wish for and I am okay with being shorter than Yoichi, if he wants. However, I cannot do anything to hide my incredible beauty so of not being the most beautiful sibling is a deal breaker, I'm afraid it's not worth continuing.

Must have a tolerance for PDA - Kissing with moderation and cuddling is fine but I trust Yoichi and Second and maybe Third to know how to behave themselves and not to something like making out inside a teenager's mind. Because that would be weird.

Yoichi's hair care products are not to be borrowed under any circumstances - This is fair and I would do the same but good sibling must share the names of good brands.

You must be able to defeat All for One in combat. This is very important because All for One will certainly try to murder you for replacing him. - Let's be real, I would obliterate him. I might however turn AFO into a cat or into something ridiculous first because his main amuses me.

However, I must inform Yoichi that I get bored easily so I will probably drop out of the family registry soon enough but I shall take care of AFO right before leaving, for I understand that a good sibling doesn't leave AFO the occasion to say "I told you so."

I also have several conditions, such as Yoichi calling me "The best sibling one could ever hope for" every time AFO is within earshot.

Hmmm you're certainly making it difficult for Yoichi to decide, aren't you? On the one hand:

Vaults are a flat no.

Yoichi is suspicious of people with fae-like names due to his bad experiences with the Fae AFO AUs.

He's also suspicious of people who are "above good and evil." AFO claimed to be above morality despite there being no lower he could sink.

Yoichi must always be the most beautiful sibling. It's written into the very fabric of reality.

On the other hand:

If you're fae then you can't be lying when you say that you wouldn't put a human in your vaults.

Your ideas on tormenting AFO are too good, you're a natural younger sibling. Yoichi would very much love to see AFO as a cat. Perhaps a hairless cat so he can still be bald.

If you're an owl then you can't have better hair than Yoichi, which would have been an unsurmountable obstacle.

You promised to kill AFO.

Thus Yoichi is willing to let you become his new sibling under the condition that you always wear a bag over your head when around him. This will stop you from upstaging his looks, and also prevent you from seeing him making out with his boyfriends while inside a teenager's head. Win-win.

Yoichi will even call you best sibling around AFO, but it's important to him that you know @pocketramblr is best sibling for giving him hair care tips.

#Fair warning Yoichi is plotting to steal your beauty if you become his sibling #Yoichi leached away at AFO's looks while AFO was faceless in canon #His true hidden quirk is stealing all the good looks in his family #He's eager to use fae beauty to perfect his hair

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LIME SORBET — special 01 [hatchan live!]

PROMPT; reader finally comes back to s. korea as she finished her training in los angeles, ready to debut as a solo artist under kq ent! exciting right? well her sunbaes seem to like that idea too.

FEAT; alpha!ateez x omega!idol!reader

IN THIS BONUS; reader goes live 4 the first time with sannie, she introduces herself to atinys

RELATIONSHIP STATUS; unmated

WRD COUNT; 1k

NOTES; this is a bonus, not a chapter!! i'm gonna have many of those, the bonuses are just random chapters that don't fit the main story's timeline. contrary to the main chapters, the bonuses can be reactions, most to least, blurbs and can be requested

TAGLIST; @marievllr-abg @cookiechristie @sugarrush-blush @hiraii-gf ; lmk if you want 2 b added 2!

atiny-34r: omg first time i arrived this early for a live?? chwewoosan: where's my baby mingi 119smallhwa: i heard that they're gonna make an announcement hoong2ho: hongjoong finally went bald ig

"Did the live start already?" a soft voice echoed from the surroundings as the girl gracefully reached down to retrieve her delectable sushis from the delivery bag.

With a contented sigh, San settled himself in front of the camera, playfully balancing chopsticks in his mouth, "I think so."

mounta46in: omg san!!! 2jeongyw: where's woooo 10-bulgoriya: whose voice was that? amatzfangirl: is there a girl with u??

"Hey, y/n could you grab the soy sauce it's right behind you on the counter."

Obliging without hesitation, she swiftly retrieved the sauce bottle and gracefully made her entrance on screen, taking a seat beside San. Clad in a modest black t-shirt and vibrant red pajama pants, her tresses cascaded elegantly over her shoulder, partially concealing her neckline and the collar adorning it.

"Hello atinys!!" she murmured in a gentle, hushed tone, leaning closer to the camera to peruse a selection of comments.

teddyjongho: who is she omg she's so cute yeohehetsangie: WHAT IS HAPPENING ddeonghwa: san acc gets bitches no way??? 1117haneul: twitter stans are gonna go crazy at this

"San do the intro for me," she finally turned towards him, delicately plucking the chopsticks from his mouth.

San's hands applauded with enthusiasm, as though beckoning for everyone's attention. "Atinys!" he exclaimed, his voice brimming with excitement, "Let us welcome the latest addition to the KQent family, new idol Hatchan!"

The girl gracefully inclined her head in a gentle bow, thanking the viewers for their time, savoring a delectable piece of sashimi as she deftly picked up the other phone from the table to look at the incoming comments. Upon stumbling upon a particularly humorous one, she burst into laughter, playfully tilting her head backward and directing her mirthful gaze towards San, showing him the amusing remarks.

yunhenergizer: lmaooo this is so ghetto, budget of 200₩, slay tho captnjoong: oh okay just like that, this better b real balmainboi: no fucking way, they must be trolling a2thez: so we get an ateez comeback and a bad bitch, life is so good rn

"So basically, my formal introduction will take place alongside my KQ fellaz season just like the boys had, which is set to release tomorrow at 5 PM. But, my manager kindly granted me permission to greet you all beforehand," the girl chuckled, her eyes twinkling as she once again perused the entertaining comments. A tinge of blush graced her cheeks, a testament to the fans' delightful humor.

Curiosity piqued, San leaned closer to her, peering over her shoulder at the phone nestled between her hands. He couldn't help but notice the subtle intake of breath she shyly took at their proximity, causing a mischievous smirk to play upon his lips, hidden behind her hair.

"What's so funny?" he inquired, his voice laced with curiosity.

Gleefully, she replied, her smile widening as she reached for another succulent piece of sashimi, "Someone said that KQ's budget was two hundred won!"

Just as she was about to indulge in the delectable piece of rice, San swiftly seized her wrist, playfully taking the food and nonchalantly taking a bite as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred.

The girl, taken aback by the unexpected act, turned towards the camera, a mixture of surprise and amusement evident on her face. She pointed at San, a bewildered expression still lingering, and addressed the viewers, "Did you guys see what just happened? Did he just steal my food? Should I beat him up?" she asked the last question in english.

jjongapl: get him! princssminki: personally i wouldnt take that level of disrespect san0810: nooo don't hurt our baby puppyunho: ROCK HIS SHIT!!

"Atinys are telling me to beat you up."

"What?!" San exclaimed, feigning innocence. "But why? What did I do?" He turned his gaze towards the camera, employing his trademark puppy eyes and adding a slight pout to his expression, hoping to elicit sympathy from the viewers.

"You used your big alpha strength to steal food from a poor omega," she melodramatically sighed, casting a mockingly exasperated glance at San. Then, she swiftly redirected her attention back to the camera, her tone laced with playful amusement, "are you all seeing this, should we cancel him?", she inquired, her words tinged with jest as she playfully entertained the notion of holding San accountable for his mischievous deed.

woosmole: she's an omega??? noticemehwa: she's so funny hahahaahbha yosongfan: did she just say omega? gueri11a: omega????

"Oh you guys didn't notice it?" San playfully pushed her hair back, revealing a subtle glimpse of her neck, and gently placed his hand at the base of her neck. Meanwhile, she began tapping on the black collar with her meticulously manicured nails, a mischievous glimmer in her eyes, "should we bring Seonghwa oppa here for an ASMR session?"

The unconventional act of an alpha touching an omega's neck in such a manner did not go unnoticed by the keen netizens. Given the societal norms and the implied significance of such an interaction, speculations and assumptions about the two idols' relationship began circulating among the public even before the girl's career had officially commenced. The unexpected gesture fueled curiosity and led to conjectures about their relationship, setting the stage for intrigue and anticipation surrounding her journey in the industry.

"So what did they say?" San asked her as soon as she ended the call on her phone.

Both of her managers had immediately called her out when they finished with the live, expressing their dissatisfaction with the unscripted interaction. Their words carried a weight of admonishment, but she chuckled, feeling a tad defeated.

"They chewed me out a little bit, but it's all right," she confided in San, her voice tinged with a mixture of resignation and amusement, as she recounted the aftermath of their impromptu on-screen moment.

"Sorry, it's my fault," he pouted, his expression reflecting a mix of remorse and frustration. "You know how I can get touchy sometimes," he admitted, acknowledging his tendency to act on impulse and physical affection without considering the potential consequences.

"It's all good oppa," she reassured him, playfully punching his shoulder with a light touch. "You're going to get me trending even before I've officially started. I should be thanking you for all the attention," she remarked, her tone laced with a hint of playful gratitude.

#lime sorbet #lime sorbet special #ateez #mingi #hongjoong #jongho #poly #reverse harem #san #wooyoung #x reader #yeosang #seonghwa #yunho #omegaverse #ot8 #fluff #soulmate #smau

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