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transmascaraa · 3 months

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!valentine's day special!

they will make sure that this was the best valentine's day that you've ever had.

characters: lyney, gaming, wanderer, cyno, tighnari, wriothesley, neuvillette x gn!reader

author's note: happy valentine's day idc if you're single like me or not but happy valentine's day nonetheless. i think this is pretty cute and long and that you guys will like it<3

♡ Lyney

-he planned out the best date ever months ago. the place, the time, the date. everything.

-well, the whole thing was about his show. a show dedicated to you with a lot of hearts, rainbow roses and all with a special final trick.

-he told you to wear something nice for his "special valentine's show" the day before, so you did. a really good outfit. after the show, you'll be going to a romantic restaurant with him anyway.

-although... you looked good in anything in lyney's eyes. so, you went to his show, ready to just watch the whole thing. smiling brightly and blushing. but then lyney caught you off guard-

-he called you on stage! for his final trick!

-showing some magic trick where he proves that he can see how much someone is loved by how many rainbow roses come out of their "heart/chest".

-he started pulling them out, and out, and out...

-until something like confetti popped out of your chest! confetti of rainbow roses and a single note that he signaled you to open just after the show ended.

-then, he thanked everyone, and waited for them to leave.

-after they left, you opened the note with lyney next to you.

-"joyeuse saint valentin, mon amour<3"(google translate for "happy valentine's day, my love")

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๑ Gaming

-honestly, you never thought that gaming was this romantic.

-well, that he could be this romantic.

-the day before, he asked you if you had time tomorrow, at 9pm, to come to one of his dance shows.

-he asked you to wear something nice, of course.

-you thought that it was just a regular show, just with maybe some pink and red colors, because of valentine's day.

-so, when tomorrow night came, and you stood in the first row of the crowd, and waited patiently to see gaming on stage for tonight.

-before him, 2 of his friends performed together, just to get the crowd excited for the final dance.

-and finally, gaming got on stage.

-dancing flawlessly, amazing everyone around. those who saw him dance that night were probably so amazed that they threw screamed after the show.

-anyways, during that lovely dance, rose petals were falling from the sky, out of nowhere! (xianyun)

-and after he finished, and bowed down along with his friends, he threw a rose in the crowd, making it specifically land in your hands.

-there was a note on it.

-"happy valentine's day, [name]!"

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✧ Wanderer

-he was never a fan of valentine's day to begin with.

-he found it dumb, annoying, boring, and too lovey-dovey in his opinion. when he saw couples in public he would gag on purpose to show his disgust.

-so, even after he met you, for a while, he avoided anything romantic in public. simply said, he hated PDA.

-but this time, when valentine's day was near, he actually started thinking of something for you. to make that day special. to try and fit in with mortals who celebrated it.

-he told you to dress up in random outfits for him, saying that he was bored and his phone didn't have any battery left. (it was at 87%)

-you started dressing up in outfits, he was rating them one by one. hepretty tough with you getting any good rates, but after a few of them, he saw that outfit that he was waiting for.

-"wear that tomorrow." he didn't even say that it meant "11/10" in his words. so you wore it tomorrow.

-he wasn't home, instead, there was a note on the living room table.

-"go to that river that nahida and i were at when she was teaching me about aranaras."

-and you headed out immediately, in the outfit that he told you to wear.

-finally, you got there and saw him, waiting for you. with a bouquet of sumeru roses in his hands.

-"happy valentine's day..." he muttered while he hid his blushing face under his hat.

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✿ Cyno

-he was somebody who could not be seen as romantic at all. at least to others.

-he wouldn't show that much affection to you in public, but nobody knows why. not even tighnari.

-one day, the day before valentine's, he got back from a "mission", tired, and just collapsed onto bed next to you.

-you asked him if he was okay, and he nodded saying that he was tired.

-believe it or not, he was actually preparing something for you the whole day.

-tomorrow, he told you to come with him to the desert for the day. that he has something to show you.

-so, you got dressed and headed to the desert with him.

-chit-chatting until you got to a little shadowed place, with a heart shape in the sand.

-you sat down next to it, and cyno sat on the other side.

-he gave you a little bracelet in a box.

-it was purple with his name on it.

-"happy valentine's day."

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◍ Tighnari

-js like gaming, you never thought he could be this romantic

-he was always like a mom, taking care of you, scolding you if you messed something up, but definitely loved you a lot deep down.

-now, on such a day like valentine's, he promised himself not to scold you and just be affectionate.

-so, since he's basically collei's teacher, he asked cyno to take care of her for the day, while the dedication the day to you.

-he never was a big fan of the 14th of february, but he still played along with it. especially because it was you.

-that day, he suddenly invited you to go on a picnic with him, in the rainforest.

-you agreed, of course. then, got ready, and headed out to the spot.

-tighnari was sitting on a blanket under the tree, looking at some sumeru roses next to it, muttering some complaints about the akademiya.

-as soon as he noticed you, plucked one, and handed it to you as you sat down next to him.

-he even smiled back at you.

-"i hope this will be your best valentine's day ever."

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✷ Wriothesley

-he liked valentine's.

-not too much, but just enough. it was when he met you that he started loving it even more.

-maybe it wasn't "mid" in his opinion anymore.

-the only reason he disliked it before was because people were too annoying with it.

-but this time, he was the one being annoying.

-he sent you a message, telling you to come to his office at the meropide, and also added "make sure you look good ;)"

-you blushed at just the thought of it, and what his message could mean.

-after you got ready, you sent him "heading out rn" and went out.

-entering his office, you see him sitting by a nearby table, that has an empty chair on the other side.

-"welcome in, my love." he greets you, and gestures for you to sit down.

-you ask him what he means, and he pulls out on of those heart-shaped boxes with chocolates on the inside.

-"be my valentine forever?"

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⑅ Neuvillette

-and lastly, him.

-he didn't think much of valentine's day, just let people do their thing.

-he never celebrated it, but found it quite intriguing how just a simple date, the 14th of february, can make everything feel so lovely and sweet.

-not until he met you, now he participated in the celebration of it.

-not a single year where he'll miss it.

-he's not one to make a surprise like the rest, he'll plan the date with you.

-an aquarium. (i would collapse if someone brought me to an aquarium)

-when the day finally arrived, the two of you got ready and went out together, hand-in-hand, to the most famous aquarium in all of fontaine.

-it had all types of fish, even the endangered species.

-you were amazed by the fish, and how beautiful it was. and the underwater world itself.

-he found it quite nice, too.

-and when you got to a section with otters, ones that looked similar to neuvillette himself...

-you took a bunch of pictures with him and them, they even played with him through the glass!

-after leaving, he gave you a kiss on the cheek.

-"have a happy valentine's day."

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OH MY.

THIS IS SO GOOD AND CUTE.

I'M EXPLODING HELPPPP I CAN'T BELIEVE I WROTE THIS

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imninahchan · 2 months

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⌜ 𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐒: felipe!namoradinho, rivalidade brasil x argentina, oral fem, strength kink(?), pussy spanking, masturbação fem, fingering, dirty talk, degradação, dumbification. Termos em espanhol — me vulve loco (me deixa louco), boluda (boba), perrita (cadelinha rsrs) ˚ ☽ ˚.⋆ ⌝

꒰ 𝑵𝑶𝑻𝑨𝑺 𝑫𝑨 𝑨𝑼𝑻𝑶𝑹𝑨 ꒱ pau no uc dos argentino

𓍢ִ໋🀦 NAMORAR UM ARGENTINO LOUCO POR FUTEBOL NÃO É A COISA MAIS SIMPLES NA SUA VIDA AGORA ─────

A faculdade te toma tempo, neurônios. A sua família e os traumas são uma soma instável. Mas Felipe... Pô, Felipe ganha de tudo.

Ele ama futebol. É apaixonado. Se não fosse pelo simples fato de que obviamente precisa fazer outras coisas no cotidiano além de estar num estádio, marcaria presença em todo jogo do time do coração. E não, os problemas não surgem quando é o River quem está buscando a taça do campeonato — nem quando é época de Libertadores, honestamente —, as coisas ficam sinistras ao se falar de nível nacional.

Entenda, ele é argentino... (respira fundo)... a camisa alviceleste combina com a cor dos olhinhos claros, está recitando junto dos outros hermanos os cantos de torcida para alfinetar o adversário enquanto termina uma latinha de cerveja. E você não abre mão da amarelinha. Pode até dizer um êeee parabéns, amor quando o River ganha um jogo, no entanto essa complacência não existe se falando da seleção. Você vai tietar os jogadores, gritar com a TV, jurar que dessa vez a gente ganha e jogar na cara o penta do país do futebol pra qualquer argentino que queira te peitar no bar.

Na última copa, você lembra, foi bem “intenso” pra vocês dois no Qatar. Não vamos falar daquela cobrança de pênaltis contra a Croácia porque desalinha os seus chakras, mas você chorou nas arquibancadas, não chorou? E quando Pipe te abraçou, fazendo acreditar que faria a linha namorado que vai oferecer muitos mimos, mas mandou um agora você pode torcer pra Argentina, cariño, você jura, só não jogou ele arquibancada abaixo pois ficou com medo de ser presa e deportada. Ah, mas o Messi merecia a... Pau no cu do Messi, cara!

Só que tudo ainda ficou pior, né? Implorou ao máximo pros franceses naquela final, oui oui mon ami, esquecendo toda a camaradagem latina, porém não adiantou muito. Felipe ficou insuportável, e como são um casal, bem... sabe como é... as dinâmicas dentro do quarto ganharam um toque especial, vamos dizer assim. Seu namorado começa com o pé direito, com a vantagem. A camisa dez alviceleste ficou o tempo todo no seu torso, mesmo que ele precisasse enfiar as mãos por baixo do tecido para apertar os seus seios. As circunstâncias pra chegar naquele estado, de quatro na cama do hotel pro canalha patife, não era a das melhores, porém o orgasmo foi tão, tão intenso que você esqueceu por um momento a melancolia.

Desde então, que vença o melhor.

— Adivinha quem a gente eliminou das olimpíadas hoje? — Ele sussurra ao pé do seu ouvido, surgindo feito um fantasma.

Você já está com a faca e o queijo na mão pra refutar. Mas a feminina tá classificada! Ele cruza os braços, o bonezinho virado pra trás.

— Mas aí não vale! — alega, pautado numa regra que ele mesmo deve ter inventado. — Ó, te espero no quarto em cinco minutos, bota a camisa dez.

E entre ganhar e perder, os humilhados também são exaltados. Deus é brasileiro, falha mas não tarda, você tem a sua vingança. Abre a porta do quarto, tira o headset da orelha dele, roubando toda a atenção do joguinho de vídeo game, para avisar: ‘tá na presença do novo campeão mundial, respeita.’

Ele descansa o console sobre as coxas, com a maior calma, a cabeça já fazendo que não, no automático.

— É futebol de areia, não vale.

— Independente, irmão.

— Já falei que não vale.

— É o hexa, pai, vai Brasil!

— Não vou fazer nada.

— É, em cinco-oito foi o Pelé~

A ordem é clara: ‘seguinte, bota o manto da nação do futebol que eu tô te esperando na sala, hermano’, e não demora muito pra você desviar a atenção do filme na televisão pra ver a figura do rapaz com o rosto encostado na parede, a carinha de cachorro que caiu da mudança, na esquina pro corredor do apartamento.

Não consegue segurar o sorriso, e ri ainda mais quando ele resmunga um para de rir, boluda. A amarelinha número nove foi comprada especialmente para esses momentos, nas costas largas o nome de Richarlison estampa onde geralmente você costuma ler algum sobrenome em espanhol. Infla o seu ego, não tem medo do perigo.

Felipe se ajoelha sobre o tapete, o corpo entre as suas pernas. Olhar caído, o jeito de estressadinho na forma com que suspira, segurando nos seus joelhos.

— Tá, o que você quer que eu faça? — já vai questionando. — Quer que eu te chupe? Tira o short.

— Calma, hermano. — Pega por cima das mãos dele, impedindo que possa alcançar o cós do seu short jeans. Está gargalhando, provocante. — Vai, dá uma voltinha pra mim. Deixa eu te ver — instiga. Tira o boné da cabeça dele para bagunçar os fios corridos. — Cê fica tão bonitinho de amarelo...

A expressão se fecha na face do argentino, imitando o som da sua risada, gastando. Se levanta, sim, só que é pra pegar nos seus pulsos, dominar o seu corpo por baixo do dele até te trazer pro colo. Ah, que engraçadinha... Tá tão acostumada a perder, né, vida, que não sabe aproveitar quando ganha. E porque é mais forte, facilmente te molda, a mão firma na sua coxa, aperta a carne. Apenas pela indelicadeza de ser manejada já te dá tesão.

— Eu te amo muito, tá? — ele diz. — Porque, senão, eu nunca vestiria uma camisa tão feia.

— Olha, como cê fala da pátria amada...

— Se os caras me virem com essa blusa eu vou estar sujeito a enforcamento em praça pública.

— Inclusive, vamo’ tirar uma foto?

Que foto!, ele estala um tapinha na sua coxa, com cara de bravinho. Os dedos rapidamente seguram no cós do seu short pra puxar abaixo junto da peça íntima. Vai se colocando mais uma vez de joelhos no tapete da sala, ainda sustentando a pose de irritado, de cenho franzido, ao passo que as suas risadinhas se somam. É lindinho de ver, te faz morder o lábio, danada, deixando o rapaz separar as suas pernas, encaixando a parte de trás do seu joelho no ombro dele.

Ele chupa o próprio polegar, antes de levá-lo até o seu pontinho sensível. Tá muito cheia de gracinha, murmura, sem tirar os olhos do que faz, os movimentos circulares lentinhos, Me vuelve loco, perrita.

Um sorrisinho repuxa no canto da sua boca. É um combo de estímulos — a sensação quente na boca do estômago que a masturbação causa, o tom emburradinho da voz masculina e, claro, o termo degradante com o qual já está acostumada a ouvir ecoando pelas paredes desse apartamento. Mas lamuria, fazendo você um dengo dessa vez.

Felipe ergue o olhar pra ti, o nariz empinadinho.

— Cê tá burlando as regras, eu não deveria aceitar — diz, e a voz fica mais baixa, charmosa, pra completar: ‘mas acho que vou ter peninha de você, okay?’

Os seus dedos vão parar nos fios dos cabelos dele assim que o argentino se inclina pra beijar a sua virilha. Enrola as mechas, escuta os estalidos dos lábios na sua pele. Os selares se arrastando pelo seu monte de vênus, até o indicador e o médio dele te separarem em v pra que a língua possa perpassar.

Hmmm, você se contorce de prazer, forçando de leve a cabeça dele entre as suas pernas. Morde na gola da blusa, na falsa crença de vai abafar os gemidos dessa forma. Cerra os olhos, o quadril ganhando vida sobre o estofado, inquieto, remexendo-se contra o carinho que ganha. ‘Lipe, o apelido soando abrasileirado mesmo, a voz mais doce que o normal nesses momentos.

— Hm? — ele murmura com a boca em ti ainda, a vibração da garganta te faz estremecer. — Fala — volta a te olhar, o polegar assumindo a posição que detinha sobre o seu clitóris inchadinho. Você aprecia a visão dos lábios masculinos cintilando de tão molhadinhos, a imensidão tropical nas íris clarinhas feito o mar límpido. Porra, se tinha alguma coisa pra dizer, até se esquece...

‘Nem sabe mais falar’, caçoa, lendo o seu estado aparente. A cara de decepção é fingida, faz parte de um teatrinho junto do tom manso. ‘Já te deixei bobinha, é? Poxa, normalmente você dura mais, nena...’

— Pipe — chama por ele mais uma vez, num sussurro. A natureza da sua personalidade te faz querer rebater cada baixaria que ele te diz, no imediato, apesar de nem saber o que retrucar.

O tapinha que ganha na buceta desencadeia um sobressalto, o seu rostinho de coitadinha para encará-lo. O indicador da outra mão dele colando na sua boca pra te calar, shhh, evitar um gemido depravado, eu sei, bebê, shhh...

— Já tô sabendo — te garante, chegando mais perto. Os lábios molhadinhos beijam na sua bochecha, terno, melam a região. — Tá querendo levar pica, não? Ou serve os meus dedos mesmo? — Desce o toque pra entradinha, desenha a abertura. — Quantos você quer? Dois serve, não serve? Assim, olha... — E uma dupla afunda pra dentro, desliza devagarinho, desaparecendo na quentura do seu corpo. Ele assiste o que faz, até as juntas impedirem de te tomar mais, e volta o foco pra ti. — Ou quer mais um? Se eu meter três talvez te deixo larguinha pra foder depois...

— Sim...

— Sim? — repete, gozando do seu tom. Estala mais um tapa entre as suas pernas, sorrindo quando te vê chiando, agarrada ao antebraço dele, com os músculos travadinhos. — Sou muito feliz por ter uma namorada tão cadelinha por foda assim, sabia? — Dá outro beijinho na bochecha, um afeto suave que contradiz com a penetração profunda dos três dedos de uma vez só. — Quando eu tô te fodendo, e você até baba na fronha do travesseiro de tão burrinha de levar pica, é a coisa mais linda... Até esqueço que tô namorando o inimigo...

— Felipe... — resmunga entre dentes, as unhas cravando na pele dele.

— É, cê não teve culpa de nascer no país errado — ele continua, descarado. O melhor ainda é a expressão de anjinho na face, os olhinhos claros brilhando, parecendo maiores. — Pelo menos, cê achou o cara certo pra te tratar direitinho, te comer bem. — Os dedos escorregam pra fora para que o indicador possa concentrar o carinho no seu clitóris. — Algum brasileiro te fodia assim, hm? Acho que não, né? Se teve que apelar pra um argentino... A gente não tem culpa de ser tão bom, gatinha.

— Felipe — a ênfase na pronúncia é um aviso duplo; as provocações estão fervendo seu sangue nas veias, e o corpo não vai tolerar muito mais tempo sem se derramar em breve.

— Aproveita a sua taça de futebol de areia — zomba, rindo, e vai chegando ainda mais pertinho do seu ouvido pra finalizar: ‘porque aquele seu Neymar vai aposentar sem uma copa.’

— Felipe, eu juro...

#imninahchan #felipe otaño x reader #felipe otaño fanfic #felipe otaño smut #felipe otaño fic #felipe otaño #la sociedad de la nieve #a sociedade da neve #the society of the snow

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gloomy0x0phantom · 4 months

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When he falls out of love

Sanji x Fem!reader ❰ headcanon ❱ tags : angst angst aaaaaaaaaangst, falling out of love note : Thank you Silent Hill ost for bringing me so much sadness and inspiration today 😍

I hope you're ready to cry ~ ❥ Sanji will never tell you straight out that he no longer loves you. ❥ Even if you're no longer his soulmate in his eyes, he still loves you in some way, he doesn't want to put you through the pain of a break-up, a separation, so... he suffers in silence. He refuses to break up with you. ❥ He'll continue to tell you I love you, cook all your favorite dishes, caress you with tenderness and look at you with affection... he'll continue to make love to you, whisper sweet nothings in your ear and protect the flame of your bond. ❥ Over time, you'll be the one to notice the changes in his attitude and routine. ❥ Smoking like it's his last day on earth. The few cigarettes a day become a pack of cigarettes, and if he's been hiding his secret for a long time... two packs. This disastrous situation causes him stress that crushes all his energy, but when he takes a drag from a cig, everything seems to fall back into place for a few seconds. It's his only way of relaxing, although it hurts him in the end. ❥ When you wake up at night, he's no longer by your side. Sanji has always taken a few hours at night to prepare the ingredients for the next day, but he usually hurries back to cuddle with you and sleep. Now he's gone until the early hours of the morning. When you go to ask him to come with you, he looks at you with hearts in his eyes and promises to join you as soon as he finishes his chores. You end up falling asleep, alone... In reality, Sanji feels unable to share a bed with you, so he sleeps on the kitchen bench and wakes up before the others so as not to worry them. ❥ Sanji spends a lot more time in the kitchen trying out new dishes. He's so busy, it interferes with your activities as a couple, like: taking a bath together, napping, playing little games to keep you occupied, the cooking lessons Sanji used to give you that always ended up in the pantry... But it's normal for Sanji to be focused on his end, he's a chef and cooking is his art. It's totally normal, right? ❥ Sometimes, in very rare moments, Sanji slips up. When you walk out of your room in an outfit that suits you so well, you expect to get a completely over-the-top reaction from your boyfriend, but no... for a few seconds, your eyes meet and you see the emptiness in his blue ones. Sanji is startled and notices what has just happened, so to make up for it, he blurts out "My precious goddess, you're so beautiful, my brain has stopped working! What did I do in a previous life to deserve you, mon amour?" ❥ Sanji is a loyal man, but now that his heart is separated from yours, he allows himself to fall under the spell of other women when you're not around. He can't help fantasizing about other women. Guilt eats him up and he feels disgusted imagining other women under his body or simply in his arms. He finds comfort in the fact that you'll never see what's lurking inside his skull and that, at least, he's faithful to you... physically.

It's his turn to keep an eye on the Thousand Sunny at night, and this moment of silence can only do his wounded soul good. Sanji sucks the poison from his cigarette and slowly releases the smoke. He gazes at the sea, imagining himself somewhere else, a few years before you joined the crew, when Nami and Robin were his only worries. He recalls the happiness that was born in his heart when you officially joined the team, his nose running a river of blood at the idea of seeing you around all day long. And of course, you responded to his advances! Unlike the navigator and the archaeologist, you allowed yourself to be seduced quite easily, and Sanji took his chances. He had a great time with you, and frankly, he wouldn't trade it for the world, but... even though you're a deadly beauty, even though you're a strong, independent woman, even though you're perfect... you were not meant to be.

Sanji sighs and slowly shakes his head. For heaven's sake, it's been months since he realized that he doesn't share the same feelings as you, and every day he feels as if a knife is sinking a little deeper into his back. Can he honestly go on like this until death? Alas, for your happiness, he's willing to do the impossible, because at the end of the day, you're still his crewmate.

"Sanji, are you crying?"

The cook straightens up, he hadn't heard you coming. You shouldn't be awake, it's late at night, but you haven't been sleeping very well for a while. No idea why. Anyway, you weren't lying in your question, tears were indeed running down the blond's cheeks. You approach him carefully and wipe away his tears with a sad smile. The gesture provokes a sob from your boyfriend, so you open your arms wide and welcome him warmly. You stroke his back and try to comfort him as best you can.

"I don't know what you're trying to run away from, I don't know what's going on in your head, but I know you can defeat whatever's trying to hurt you. You're a strong man, Sanji, I believe in you."

The two of you part and look into each other's eyes. It's not the first time you've shared a long look full of undertones, but this time you both seem to be looking for something in the other's gaze. Sanji can't take it anymore, he can't take it anymore, but you're so perfect… What could he possibly blame you for, even if he tried to break up with you? You're thoughtful, caring, a good listener, you share your food with him, you give him little gifts, you compliment him every chance you get, honestly, you're the dream girlfriend. So, so, so perfect…

Sanji closes his eyes and presses his forehead against yours.

“Je t’aime. Je t’aime si, si fort…” (I love you. I love you so, so much.)

In your turn, you break down under the weight of emotion, you start to cry like him and don't hold back any tears. Your hands tighten on his shoulders and you try to remain calm. You knew it was a bad idea to approach him like that at night, but insomnia and bad feelings convinced you to join him under the moon. Honestly, you thought you'd found the courage to end your relationship, but seeing Sanji in this state? You know that parting with him would only break his heart and drive him deeper into darkness. You don't know what's been going on with him for the last few weeks, but it's obvious that he needs love and so you can't break up with him. One day, you'll tell him the truth... but for tonight, you've got to fulfill your duty as his, perfect, girlfriend.

“I know.”

#sanji x reader #sanji x y/n #sanji headcanons #one piece x reader #headcanons #x reader #gloomy0x0phantom

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fraugwinska · 4 days

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I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE YOUR WRITING!!!

May I pretty please request Alastor’s wifey as like a Cheshire Cat?

Perhaps in her living life she led people to their deaths, as it’s sometimes interpreted as a guide. Then later on teamed up with Al and led victims to him?

I just like the idea of an unsettling smiley couple. That and Mad Hatter by Melanie Martinez has been on loop in my brain LOL

Anonymous, you beautiful bastard. You waited so patiently, but I do think it's worth it... I couldn't stop writing this!!! I had so much fun, I cannot tell you. And I will revisit this pair soon, because I can't get over how AMAZING they are! <3

TW: Graphic depitions of violence and murder, mention of war, gore Minors DNI - Mature content - Adults only!

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Beauty is Power - A Smile is it's Sword

"Mon amour, can we go out tonight?"

You pulled the last strand of hair from the curling iron, scanning your work for any messy imperfection. Alastor, engrossed in a book, looked up at you, matching your sinister smile with his curious one.

"Oh? Bored already, darling? We went to Mimzy's only yesterday."

"Not that, silly." You walked over to him, setting the hot curling iron on a cool section of his dresser. You sat down, straddling him. Your hands folded behind his back, leaning in.

"I was just thinking that our last game has been a while, hasn't it?"

His eyes widened a bit, smile curling a bit higher. He set the book down on the side table and wrapped his arms around you, long, sharp fingers pressing into your waist with excited anticipation. You tilted your head, looking up at him.

"Well, we have been awfully busy lately with the hotel. I suppose it's high time we should find something to reward us for all our hard work, my darling!"

You nodded, giggling, and rubbed your nose against your husband's. The two of you always got excited when your interests lined up and plans of your games became more elaborate. It was how you met, after all.

Not even two months after your fall, you were well established in the capitol of the pride ring. Quickly adapting to your feline form and with wit and a good heap of charisma you landed a job at the overlord Zestial's newspaper agency, working your way up quickly to editor. Hell wasn't a scary place for you, at all. The world you came from had been the real hell.

When the germans invaded France, you knew your little village in the Somme valley would be the first they would take, and then Paris would be next. Your brothers and father were already dead. You had heard of the horrors the german soldiers were bringing upon the women and children of the countries they captured, which made the will of protecting your sister and mother even stronger. But you had always been a fighter, and you possessed the most unusual but useful weapons a woman could possess: beauty, cleverness and ruthlessness.

They had been such easy victims - young soldiers, craving a good pussy after being away from home for so long - you seduced them with laughable ease and your signature smile and lured them into the woods, where you'd kill them, your smile never falling as your knife would hit the lifeless body again and again. Sometimes, you'd get so many killings in one night you had to burn the clothes you wore because the blood would've stained them through. They would all be thrown in the Somme, where they'd be swallowed by the waters, never to be seen again. You didn't even care what the punishment would be once the war was over. All you cared about was to avenge the lost and protect the remaining members of your family and if killing the enemy was the way, you'd do it gladly and with as much pleasure as you could. You had disposed of about 40 bodies in the river before they caught you, red handed, the knife still in your victims crotch. They had been too cowardly to shoot you then and there. Instead, they had dragged you back to the town, tied your hands behind your back and forced you to kneel in front of the town square, your mother and sister watching you along the horrified villagers, and you watched them, as they were made to witness them put a bullet straight through your heart.

"On se voit en enfer, putains de salauds."

And then, you woke up. In Hell, naked, confused, hungry, angry. But not scared. Never scared. You were still you. And your smile never faded.

A lot of people were too weirded out by the constant smile on your face, that's when you first heard of Alastor. The radio demon, rising star of hell's overlords. Everyone feared him, and his smile. You didn't, and that's what made him approach you when you saw him at a party you had been invited to by one of Zestial's acquaintances, Rosie.

He was drawn to your smile, just as much as you were drawn to his. When he spoke, your ears twitched in excitement, as if listening to the greatest song in the world. He was unbelievably interesting, charming up to a point where you couldn't help but feel drawn to him, and his voice - Oh, doux comme un ange et vif comme le diable. You didn't want to, didn't expect it at all, but your heart did a jump the moment his hand touched yours when he asked you to dance.

"Your smile never falters, darling. I can't help but wonder why?"

You giggled, a gloved hand covering your mouth as he turned you, crimson glowing eyes never leaving yours.

"I don't know, really. My papan used to tell me that it was the only thing I had going for me, and it's what made silly soliders so easy to kill."

You could feel the air around him tense and shift, his grin widening at your words as he turned you in again.

"Ah, a lady after my own heart. I can appreciate a woman who knows how to have fun."

You didn't say anything to his comment, just smiled, and he pulled you closer.

"Why don't we have a little fun of our own? I have the right mind for a little game, if you're up to it, darling?"

It took the both of you only a few more minutes to decide to leave the party. It was the night of your first game. Your first kill. And your first kiss. You loved to retell the story of how you two met to everyone who'd ask. You didn't mind, not even when they were uncomfortable. They weren't used to the idea of two people like you, the serial killers, finding love with each other that none of you sought out. It was a genuine love that was born in a way that could only happen in hell, and yet, you felt that it was the truest and best love you had ever felt. It was the first time in forever you could remember your cheeks actually hurt from smiling.

Alastor stood up, lifting you from his lap with an ease that was effortless to him, and twirled you around.

"Well, then, why don't we go paint the town red?"

You laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck as he lowered you, placing a kiss on your nose.

"Red looks beautiful on both of us."

Dressed in your favourite dress, you and Alastor made your way into the city. You always had to keep from giggling when you saw the face of the other residents as they realized you weren't going out for a casual stroll, but for a game night. Especially the pricesses girlfriend made you want to burst out in laughter, her face scrunched into a mask of disdain and disgust. The two of you were always a sight, though. Alastor, looking as handsome as ever, the red suit and black dress shirt underneath complimenting his dark complexion and making his red eyes glow even brighter. And yourself, always a sight for sore eyes, in a black lace dress that accentuated your figure perfectly. People always stared at you when the two of you were out, and that was only part of the fun.

Alastor's hand held yours, his long, sharp nails scratching your skin, the both of you excited for the prospects of the night.

"Why don't you set the challenge today, mon chou?", you asked, looking up at him with a curious gaze, "I'd love to see what you come up with."

Alastor chuckled, pulling you closer to his side.

"Mh... let me think."

His hand was placed on his chin, his eyes closing as he hummed a tune, deep in thought.

"How about this? I'll give you a five minute head-start. You win if you bring them to kill themselves, before I catch them. If I catch them before they're dead, it's my win. That sound fair?"

You grinned, the thought of the game already getting you excited. You weren't nearly as strong as Alastor was, but so much more agile than him and with a few tricks up your sleeve - you had a feeling that this would be your night.

"More than fair, amour. As for my reward: If you lose, I get to decide what music we are listening to until our next game."

"Well, well, greedy now, aren't we, my little minx?"

His grin widened as he chuckled, his arm tightening around your waist, pulling you closer, his lips brushing against yours.

"You know what my request is if you lose. It's a deal, then. And the stakes are high, I hope you know."

You smiled, your eyes closing as you brushed your lips against his, and purred.

"The higher the better."

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Oh, how you loved the sound of panicked breathing. This cretin really had no stamina, only one minute in and he was panting, crawling in the alley you chased the scruffy doberman sinner after slashing his feet in the shattered glass and debris. You made yourself visible again in front of him, hidden in the shadows as just a grinning, magenta scheme.

"Aw, poor boy. What's the matter, baby?", you cooed, licking your claws as if nothing had happened. "You seem a little frightened. Don't you want to touch me anymore?"

The man didn't speak, just gasped, crawling backwards. You took a step forward, crouching down, your sharp, pearly teeth glistening in the neon light of the dim street lamp.

"No need to be scared, sweetheart, I'm a nice kitty. Come here, let me touch you."

You stretched out a claw, reaching for him as your limb elongated with bone-chilling cracks. He backed away, trying to get up. You giggled, the sound high pitched and eerie. You made yourself invisible again, shifting behind him and suppressing a giggle as he shuddered, looking frantically around him to search for your frame. Two minutes down.

"I thought you like pussy, baby?", you purred, making your voice come from his left ear. He screamed, and ran, his feet leaving blood stains on the concrete, limping, holding the wound on his leg. You laughed and let the lamps blow out one by one as he passed them, showering him with broken glass and hot metal wires. He didn't know it, but you were guiding him, right into a dead end. You heard the sounds of Alastor's microphone feedback somewhere further down the road, and grinned. You had three more minutes to play, and you knew you'd win.

You appeared before this pathetic excuse of a man, who had reached the dead end and was looking frantically around for a way out. Three minutes down, time to wrap it up.

"You're breaking my heart, sweetie. Don't you like to play with me anymore?"

"Fuck, I... p-please, don't... don't hurt m-me, I'm sorry... just let... let me go." The man was shaking, pressing his back against the wall. You licked your teeth, and took another step towards him, your hands on his shoulders, leaning in.

"Oh, I'm not gonna hurt you, baby. I'm just a drunken, helpless little kitty, remember?"

He whimpered, and you smiled, a sick, sinister smile that made him shiver even more. He slid down the wall that was blocking his way as you bent down, caressing his cheek. One minute to go.

"No, I'm not gonna kill you today. You'll do it yourself."

You reached inside your purse, taking out a small, golden pocket knife. His eyes widened as he watched you place the object next to his shaking form and you let yourself fade out of existence, except for your ever-lasting grin.

"See, if you're a good boy, you'll die fast and painless. If not..."

The man looked up at what remained of you, breathing heavily. His eyes were wide with fear, but his pupils dilated as he scanned the place, and a glimmer of hope rose inside him.

"Well, you'll find out what else in about fifteen seconds."

His trembling hand wrapped around the handle of the knife, his eyes still fixed on the spot where your figure had been. You leaned in again, whispering into his ear, the air of your breath hot on his skin.

“Tik, tok, little pup...”

With a desperate roar, the doberman whipped the knife forward, ready to stab where he supposed you were. And he would've been right. If not for...

"Too slow, darling."

The man's eyes widened, his breath stuck in his throat as his hand was stopped, the blade millimeters away from your flesh. The cold, bony grip of Alastor's claw around his wrist tightened, and the knife was slowly being pulled out of his shaking hand as you made yourself visible. He chuckled, the sound reverberating in his chest and the surrounding buildings, and stepped forward, looming over the trembling mess of a man.

"Well, well, well. Look at this sloppy attempt. What's the matter, boy? Cat got your tongue?"

Alastor's claw dug deeper into his flesh, a pool of blood forming under the hand Alastor still had in his iron grip. His other hand reached out, grabbing the man's throat and lifting him up the wall. You joined his side, watching the horrified expression on the sinners face with a tilted head as you nestled into him, a slight pout on your lips.

"Aww, you're no fun, amour. I was so close to winning, too. What a shame."

Alastor's arm snaked around your waist, pulling you closer as he chuckled, squeezing the sinners neck a bit tighter. The man was gasping for air, his face turning red and his eyes starting to roll back into his skull. "Rules are rules, darling. I believe we said five minutes. That means the game is mine."

You sighed, your head leaning against Alastor's shoulder.

"C'est dommage, I was longing to listen to a little Presley again."

"Maybe next time, my love."

He leaned over to steal a kiss from your lips and you closed your eyes, not seeing but hearing the scream and the sound of ripping skin and muscles, the gurgling splatter of blood and the buzzing of your husbands static.

Oh, comme j'aime cet homme...

Alastor dropped the shredded remains of the sinner and it slumped into the pile of meat that used to be his head. He licked his lips, his eyes glowing in the darkness, a grin plastered on his face as he took off his stained jacket and put it over your shoulders.

"I believe I have a debt to collect, darling, and I'd rather do it in the privacy of our bedroom than here, don't you agree?"

He reached his hand out, and you smiled, taking it.

"Alors dépêche-toi et ne sois pas gentil, mon cerf"

Translations: On se voit en enfer, putains de salauds - See you in hell, you fucking bastards Oh, doux comme un ange et vif comme le diable - Oh, sweet as an angel and quick as the devil Oh, comme j'aime cet homme - Oh, how I love this man Alors dépêche-toi et ne sois pas gentil, mon cerf - So hurry up and don't be gentle, my deer

#hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #alastor #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel fanfiction #fraugwinskawrites #quickfic #alastor x cheshire cat #i adore this pair #who wants a part 2 - 3 - 4 - ...#ME #I WANT

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grangerxdangerr · 4 months

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My 2024 TBR ✨

I am however open to Marauders fic recs! I couldn’t find many reviews that weren’t Crimson Rivers, All The Young Dudes, or Only The Brave. I loved Crimson Rivers so I have high hopes and I’m excited to really dive in!

Marauders

1. Only The Brave x Solmussa

2. All The Young Dudes x MsKingBean89

3. That’s The Art of Getting By x sarewolf

4. Long Live The Little King x shorely

Dramione

Finish DMATMOOBIL x isthisselfcare

Finish Measure of a Man x inadaze22

Various Storms and Saints x viridianatnight

Something Golden x justalazywriterr

Hogwarts: A Home x coralcollective

From Wiltshire With Love x MistressLynn

A Game of High Stakes x In_Dreams

Dragon in the Dark x GracefulLioness

All the Wrong Things x LovesBitca8

Sweetly Broken x LadyKenz347

Beginning and End x mightbewriting

Seek and Find x serpent_and_sage

Lost In Yesterday x uzumakibrat

The Fallout x EveryThursday

Mon Couteau Aiguise x gillianeliza

The Order of Serpents x bl_crtz

My Sacrifice to Make x sarahsempra

Timeless x alexandra_emerson

This Bitter End x WritexAboutxMe

Things We Say in the Dark x rubber_soul02

Things We’re All Too Young to Know x eevans

WIPS

These are just works in progress that I’ve started and have been keeping up with.

How Far Will He Go x venitaserum

Tarnished x westxnorthwest

Failsafe x Hypothetically

Under the Same Stars x slytheraen

Fallen Dynasty x goldensunflowers98

This Bitter Earth x ikorous

Who Made You Like This x Dracosdove

#dramione #dramione tbr #marauders #marauders tbr #dramione fic recs #marauders fic recs #draco x hermione #hermione x draco #ao3 #theomione #dreomione #draco malfoy #hermione granger #harry potter #fanfic rec #tbr list #jegulus #2024 tbr

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zakbfree · 6 months

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6 Bonus Animon Story Releases!

Over the past few months I've been producing bonus content for Animon Story, and it has become quite a collection! All of this is available through my Ko-fi Memberships - become a Member and you'll immediately gain access to the full collection! I wanted to give a quick breakdown of what's currently available ⬇️

THE RIVER KINGDOMS is a supplement all about the aquatic knight animon Galatad, Lancelotl, and Excalimander. It contains details about the Kingdoms they live in, new variant NPCs, and advice on using them in your games. SHADOW UNDER BOUGH is a full adventure, in which PCs come up against the sinister Glarecrow. As the rural village of Mistlewick prepares for their traditional Branch Bower Festival, can they figure out what this villain is planning in time to stop him?

THE TWINS is a brand new Kid Type with a unique twist - two Players choose this type together, each creating one half of the twin pair! Their journey is shaped by their close relationship, but how will that change as they learn and grow individually? SANCTUARY invites you to build a safe place where animon can thrive, getting to know each resident so you can better fulfil their needs and desires. It contains a new campaign framework with supporting optional rules for running an animon Sanctuary! MON OF THE WEEK VOL.1 presents a new adventure format, useful either as one-shots or episodic entries into an ongoing campaign. These stories focus on one type of animon in particular, and three are included in this release: Lunagon's Lament, A Picture of Orpix, and Windry Summer. Finally, ITEM BAG VOL.1 is packed to the brim with items to be discovered, traded, and put to use in your games--from trinkets to power-ups. There's also a selection of vendors to stock the items, and advice on item rarity and bartering. If that sounds interesting to you, please consider heading to my Ko-fi page and becoming a Member! Joining at any of the three tiers will grant you instant access to all these releases, and a new one drops every single month!

#ttrpg #animon story #indie ttrpg #animon #digimon #ko fi memberships #pokémon

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unrealcosima · 7 months

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Let's play a game: how many times did Mon and Sam ate river prawns between episodes 4 and 5?

Sam ate prawns to show off to Mon

2. Sam ate prawns with Kirk

3. Mon ate prawns to make Sam jealous

4. Mon (presumably) ate the prawns Sam brought for her

5. Mon and Sam ate prawns together

6. Mon (presumably) ate some of the prawns they brought back for Mon's mother

Indeed!

#gap the series

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collegetennisoriginstory · 2 years

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I’m back! (Progress update)

Hi everyone!

How’re you all? As crazy as it sounds, I missed you guys!

Some personal highlights:

hiked from 7am-7pm in the BEAUTIFUL dolomites (I have literally zero restraint) everything was so so amazing! A dog adopted us on one of the walks and kept tossing a stick at us.

went paragliding for the first time

ate a shit ton of AMAZING food (south tyrol food FOR THE WIN)

visited the venice biennale and smelled “hope” in the form of deer mother’s milk and was given a smell stick of “hope” to remember it by, and promptly dropped it on the floor in a portapotty and suffice to say it no longer smelled like hope and a little more like despondency

went to the south of UK (chichester, if you know it) and biked to the beach

swam in hampstead heath (how did I not know about this before!)

threw a farewell party for someone else, in a flat that i now apparently belong to (after living there a grand total of 5 days)

took friends back to the town where i did my master’s, met friends from the town, biked by the thames river, along the canals, towards the cotswolds

went to my favorite museum, found a new awesome poet

nearly missed my 2nd flight because the damn tarmac in the Luton airport melted, and had to literally sprint through the Paris CDG airport like a madwoman

took a couple of friends around singapore, ate more amazing food (as part of my tour guide duties, of course) and...

came down with COVID).

And in between all of that, managed to write an extra 15k words, and re-write 40k words! Apologies that it hasn’t been going as quickly as I’d hoped, and I am still coughing terribly at the moment, but really hoping I can start picking up steam when I get better :)

Writing/Coding/Editing

Day 1 of freshman orientation (Sat)

Meet D (and G) in the morning (Edited) - choose your fave beverage

Meet your hallmates/orientation group (Edited, rearranged some scenes) - play a short icebreaker game, choose your major

Amazing race (Edited) - achievement up for grabs

Go ‘waterfalling’ (Edited) - added a short alternative scene

Day 2 of freshman orientation (Sun)

Morning of the activities fair (Edited) - options to hang out with hallmates at the fair, or alternatively, with Rayyan or Tobin

Laser tag (Yet to edit - raw draft) - tested + brainstormed some edits/improvements to the gameplay; achievement up for grabs

First day of classes (Mon)

First class (Edited) - tested + brainstormed some edits/improvements

Training session- short scene (Edited)

Rest of the week (Tue-Thur)

Short daytime/class/cafe scenes (Written - raw draft) Just some day-to-day snippets; Considering an introduction to Felix, Tobin’s ex.

Challenge match (Fri)

Challenge match with Jacks or Max depending on whether MC beats Emerson (Yet to write) Pushed up, to make more sense story-wise

Friendly doubles match on Thu (Re-arranged, pushed to next update) - long tennis gameplay scene, plus some Tobin interaction (finally!)

So: 2 more sections to edit, 1 more to write, and this update will be off-the-ground finally! I will also be contacting potential beta-testers after this update, and trying to answer some asks. Thanks so much for sticking with me through this crazy journey!

#author #progress update #CT:OS #college tennis: origin story

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woozysloth · 9 months

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TAMER CARD GAME AU 3 - RUKI

The reigning champion, the Digimon Queen. Or Ice Queen if you feel a bit catty. She doesn't care either way. Ruki's first year competing gained her quite a bit of reputation, as she sailed to the upper echelons of the game on a river of other children's tears. Her use of a particularly cold and menacing looking variant of Devimon bordered on psychological warfare - which seemed particularly mean-spirited given that she was already miles better than basically everyone else.

Then she met Ryo.

Ruki's second year saw her crush her competition even harder, despite having started late in the season for whatever reason. Rumour has it she was busy babysitting, which is obviously a lie, because who would trust this girl around small children? She'd probably eat them.

Regardless, Ruki took the title by virtue of being better than everyone else. And also, some think, Ryo not being there. Which very, very few people are stupid enough to say to her face or where she might be able to hear.

Ruki's mother has been running along with the whole thing surprisingly well after a period of confusion - she's now decided Ruki is going to be a "Digimon Card Game Idol", whatever that's supposed to mean. Which is great, right? That she's taking an interest in her daughter. It's great. Really. It's fine. Stop talking about it.

Whatever Ruki won in her second year, nobody knows. She doesn't talk about it, and it's not as obvious as Ryo's sudden appearance in a series of video games. Some people say she rejected any sort of prize, that victory by itself was her only goal. These people are very dramatic. Still, Ryo disappeared, and is still gone. And she had the opportunity to get what she wanted already. So why is she back, really?

Ruki only really uses the same handful of monsters, though she gave away her initial 'ace' from that first year, as if trying to rid herself of the reminder of 'only' getting second place out of several hundred competitors in her first year playing the game. Renamon is obviously her main mon, and Ruki talks to the card (some say) as if she's some sort of coach/ruthless stage mom. It's a little weird. Don't tell her I said that, please. She's very scary.

Ruki at first appears at random events to crush her opponents and for publicity, while looking dissatisfied and bored. She has parallel storylines to the boys that mostly revolve around her relationships with her family and with this seemingly childish franchise - she's a bit older than the other kids, being a young teenager, and seemingly has a lot of pride, so the image has grown kind of incongruous. She eventually takes an interest in "the gogglehead" when he evolves his run-of-the-mill Agumon card into a nonexistent and ludicrously powerful Adult. What exactly is a "Growmon" supposed to be, and is it a worthy challenge?

CARDS

Ruki's primary monster card these days - even the other monsters she sometimes puts on the field feel more like accessories to this particular monster. Renamon reacts incredibly quickly to Ruki's commands and even seems to take some initiative when not given anything to work with. Renamon will sometimes ask other monsters or Tamers questions when in 'downtime', which most seem to think is some sort of mind game that Ruki's getting her to do.

Battle wise, Renamon is incredibly mobile and versatile in any form, mostly using the one straightforward evolution line and adapting well to being given traits of other monsters.

SOME OTHER MONSTERS

A Bakumon that will evolve into Bullmon, then Vajramon. It starts out as support that will sometimes deliver a singular powerful attack while Renamon runs interference, then as a sort of 'mount' as Bullmon, then a physical attacker that covers for Taomon's longer spells, almost reversing their initial tactics. Ruki doesn't directly interact with it much, so most of its growth comes from Renamon and second-hand experience from Ruki talking to Renamon. Over time it seems to develop some sort of intense fixation on the primary monster. Is that...normal?

KoDokugumon, which Ruki seems to use mostly as a 'trapmaker' and support for Renamon, memorably using a sort of 'Survey Corps' inspired strategy, whatever that means. There's the obvious Dokugumon evolution, but rumour has it Ruki has developed a trick for quickly evolving it into something very nasty that can possess and enhance other monsters. Scary stuff. Good thing it's only a game, eh?

PROTEGE?

Apparently, Ruki doesn't have much of a problem teaching others how to play the game, as long as they don't "waste time". A friend of Takato's might benefit from this experience before making a rather...eventful debut.

#ruki makino #rika nonaka #digimon tamers #digimon #digital monsters #tamers card game au #fanfiction #card games #reboot #fanfic #renamon #spitballing

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dualcon · 2 years

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#College of Creative Arts #computer game #Game Design and Interactive Media #Heather Cole #Itch.io #Mon River Games #Reed College of Media #video game creator #WVU

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incendiorum · 4 months

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⌜❝ 𝙸𝙸. 𝚂𝙴𝚁𝙿𝙴𝙽𝚂.

the area iovita makes their home in and claims as their land in this verse is a valley. it could entirely be considered a perfectly fertile valley. enriched by volcanic soil and a wide, winding river. the flat land of the valley floor would have made a wonderful place for a town, a city, even. but instead it lays vastly empty, except for a couple villages. any farms started along the river lay half-started and then abandoned.

the river that winds across the valley floor is dubbed the snake river. lazy, wide, and prone to flooding. mountains ring the valley bowl, and the western range has an old name: mons serpens. this is the range that holds the cave iovita claims as their own. and it's a place both villages warn people away from. the evergreen forest a mile around the cave has been laid waste to several times over. not a single old growth tree still lives. the tall pines only grow greenery at the very tops, the bases of them scorched and blackened. their dead brethren are pale white and soot-marked skeletons. small, young pines grow thick and competitive at their bases. purple flowers flourish in sunlit areas, creating bright carpets of color. most people in the surrounding area know not to venture too far into the young trees, and because of it the area is filled with often-hunted wildlife, despite the fact that a predator lives in the mountain tunnels just above their heads. the only paths through are meandering game trails. the undergrowth is far too thick to go crashing about in, otherwise.

far above their cave, sheltered in a bowl in the mountains, is lake colossus. a massive, ice-cold glacial lake. to people, this signifies the last major landmark of the local dragon's territory.

iovita's cave itself is a twisting mess of chambers, snaking through the mountains they made their home. the main one is the biggest, fit for the massive bulk of their dragon form. the smaller ones are closest to the surface. modified by careful, steady hands to truly resemble a home. a bedroom, a library, a tucked away tunnel that leads to a deep hot spring for bathing. a path to the surface that exits onto a ridge where they make a garden and have planted fruit trees. they don't spend all their time in their dragon form, although they have patterns. when alone for years on end, they prefer to be large and monstrous. when with company, lasting company, they tend to prefer to look more human in appearance.

#⌜❝ 𝙸𝙸. i’m the world ender & i’m back from the grave. ⟩⟩#𝚂𝙴𝚁𝙿𝙴𝙽𝚂 𝙰𝙱𝙾𝚄𝚃. this little beast was nature’s own error. grew like a tree; born to spread terror. ❞ ⌟#there's no large farms or cities/towns because io is a zealous little beast who won't see their lovely valley desecrated #valid. tbh.#thus ends my location-based world building for this verse #except for like #one other thing #but this at least can mesh real nice with other's fantasy verses (?) hopefully (?)

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srbachchan · 2 years

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DAY 5264

Jalsa, Mumbai July 11, 2022 Mon 10:25 PM

❤️ , 12 July .. birthday of Ef Vijay Joglekar from the Dombivali of Mumbai , Maharashtra .. greetings and the triumph of goodness ever .. 🌺

❤️ , July 11 .. birthday wishes to Ef Rajesh Srivastava , Ef Nikhil Saraswat , and to EF Mahesh B Solanki from Ratlam, MP .. .. may the blessings of these auspicious times ever be with you and about you .. ever in peace , calm , harmony and understanding .. 🙏🏻🌺

Immediacy is the cult word and act of the time .. if not immediate , time purpose need, desire, delivery react - gone by like the flowing river ..

the speed of speech and form and thought in these times is a master of mastered knowing whether to comprehend, understand - no not understand .. understand time taken and a million others take over ..

so what ever it be .. think not of doing it sometime or later or whenever .. if it is decided to be done , do it NOW .. for the later never does come or will come .. gone past like the wind never to return ..

the National Flag was flown on Government buildings only .. until a kind Member of Parliament, Mr Jindal asked why it cannot be raised on our homes .. the question was negated .. and he moved Court , won the decision in his favour and immediately I started flying our National Flag on our homes .. as many that came for the meets on Sunday at the gates would have noticed on Jalsa ..

there were of course various restrictions .. when it should be raised, when brought down, size , material .. and it was to be made of ‘khadi’ and bought from one particular store in Bangalore till 2014 - now renamed Bengaluru ..

now there is a campaign for it to be flown from every home with pride ...

घर घर तिरंगा ; हर घर तिरंगा .. ghar ghar tiranga ; har ghar tiranga - the tricolour to be flown on every home ..

those memories gently in the mind of the Independence on 15th August 1947 .. and a 5 yr old me holding the flag in our modest home in Allahabad , in the veranda, filled with pride pf patriotism , of identity , of being mine and ours , of belonging .. and since then each occasion , the emotion that rides with it every time it is played .. one of the most, being the Eden Gardens Stadium in Kolkata and the Indo - Pak cricket match , being asked to sing it live for the start of the game .. and a 100,000 thousand that filled the arena, singing along with me ..

my pride of being an Indian 🇮🇳 !! Jai Hind !! 🇮🇳

and that ecstatic evening when India won the World Cup Cricket .. Abhishek and I on top of our car waving the tricolour driving about the streets screaming shouting along with the hundreds that thronged the roads ..

they asked me this afternoon to sing a few lines of the song being picturised for the moment .. I have .. any association with National fervour a pride .. !!

Amitabh Bachchan

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sassenashsworld · 1 year

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Officially the Death Shroud hashtag follower just now...

MaJ 2024-03-20 04:38 (UTC -5:00 Est Canada US)

I use #Incorrect Fallout 4 quotes, #nora is silver, #sassenash writing and #sassenash drawing

Patreon : Sassenash's World

Follow Silver on AO3 : The Path of the Private (will be subject at a rewriting)

Follow Silver and her friend Jasmine of the Commonwealth on Ao3 : The Heartbeat of the Commonwealth (WARNING!!! Dead dove!!!)

Silver Flow : Silver Flow is named after Nora, who is comparable to a river. This river runs through the Commonwealth, cleaning everything in its course, doing good and bad. Sometimes (often) things go wrong. But she has a nice heart and wants to help the others... it's just that she's a little idiot (Nick says so)

Nick Valentine follows her around, never letting go of her to make sure she doesn't make too many mistakes. It's not her fault that her foolishness is the only way she's been able to cope... everything.

And the companions often encourage her (Hancock) (but Deacon also because Nora's blunders make him laugh so much and laugh does good) (and even Mac... even if he has a minor problem when he realizes he has feelings for Nora) (but not as major as when Danse realizes he has feelings for Nora) (And Piper laughs as she sees them all behaving like fools...) (And Preston appears to be a Papa Bear who has to keep an eye on his troop... but Preston is the first who falls in love with Nora... and Sturges doesn't let him get away with it)

Anyway, shenanigans guarantee

Incorrect Fallout 4 quotes (#incorrect fallout 4 quotes)

Reblog (because I DO love Fallout)

Drawing (poor I know) (#sassenash drawing)

Writing (#sassenash writing)

Some others shenanigans about my kids mostly (#personal)

Death Shroud! (#death shroud)

I try to make something easier to follow... but I think I'm massively a chaotic person...

Texte Index

Introduction Who Is Silver? Where she come from? (other then an OC from Fallout 4)

Silence is Silver

Silence is Silver first things first

All OC : OC Description

Shorts storys and parts from the main story

Nick meet Silver

Go get her

Please don't stop the music

Story from the bar – Preston and Sturges

Story from the bar - Hancock

Hire Hancock as a companion

Hancock is a dick

Silver make Nick flip

Don't insult my Valentine

First skirmish between Nick and Nora

Second skirmish between Nick and Nora

Silver haves priorities

Nora's Diary – 01

Nora's Diary – 02

An unexpected meeting

And I have a Sturges

Silver and Danse relationship

Nightmare

How to cure an an anxiety attack (French version)

Dunno if it's or not on the main story

The Beginning

A Chest Game

Shorts storys and parts out of the main story

This shit guides us

The wolf in the fold

Hairdressing competition

Veux-tu être mon Valentin?

Do you want to be my Valentine?

The game begins : a buntch of drunk male

The Game - MacCready

The Game - Deacon

The Game - Danse

The Game - Preston

The Game – Nick Valentine

The Game – Hancock

A maybe long journey (PRE Infinite possibilities)

Infinite possibilities Chapter 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9

The echo of a past

The Deacon's Festitivies

Pre Deacon’s festivities : 1 – 2 – 3 – 4 – 5 – 6 – 7 – 8

Happy Deacon’s fool day (the deacon festivities part 1)

Incorrect deacon’s festivities 01

A salty surprise (the deacon festivities part 3)

Incorrect deacon’s festivities 02

Incorrect deacon’s festivities 03

A giant chicken (the deacon’s festivities part 4)

Incorrect deacon’s festivities 04

Is there anyone home? (the deacon’s festivities part 5)

Incorrect deacon’s festivities 05

Robot and Oil (the deacon’s festivities part 6)

Spice my day (the deacon’s festivities part 7)

Incorrect deacon’s festivities 06

The sun had long set (the deacon’s festivities final)

WARNING! NO HAPPY ENDING STORY! SENSIBLE SOUL AVOID!!

Living Dead part 1/3

Living Dead part 2/3

Living Dead part 3/3

WARNING ! 18+ CONTENT! SEXUAL CONTENT!

Danse have to dance

#fallout 4 fanfic #fallout 4 #fallout 4 companions #nora is silver #mostly valentine #just my writing #sassenash writing #nora fo4 #nora fallout 4 #nick valentine #deacon #hancock #maccready #preston garvey #paladin danse

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uncle-dusknoir · 3 months

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How to care for your Basil!

First, the allergies. Basils are incredibly allergic to Fairy Types, Knives, Thymes, and to a lesser extent, other kinds of blades, and even Rotoms! It's recommended you dont keep your Basil near any of these, but Rotoms and other sharp objects are alright in moderation.

Second, her space. Basils aren't fond of living in cities, but aside from that shes relatively easy to please! She just wants some nature and comfort. She doesn't even need a bed! Though she would appreciate it. Basils can sleep just about anywhere, and are happy to do so! Beds and couches, sure, but also in mud, snow, leaves, bushes, and even trees! Just make sure she doesn't try to sleep in rivers or ponds!

Third, her company! Basils, at first glance, may seem to prefer isolation, but that's definitely not the case! On the pokemon side of things, she loves fluffy and comfortable mons, as well as dark types, and even ghosts! Just remember, no Fairy Types! Basils just love cuddling with their furry friends.. and even with non furry friends too! Yep, now it's onto the human company. Basils are a little more picky in this regard... She does not like ones closely related to her like Sages, Thistles, and especially Thymes. She really likes the weird ones, though! Especially Ices!

Fourth, her nutrition. Due to Her allergy and fear of knives, it's best for you to cook for your Basil. She'll definitely appreciate it, even if she doesn't often show it. Basils can definitely fend for themselves, but they don't often get enough nutrition that way, and can end up irritable. Aside from that, her nutritional requirements are nothing special! Just don't let your Basil around uncooked pasta, she has a habit of eating it raw.

Fifth, her entertainment. Basils are pretty easy to please here as well! All she really needs is gardening tools, a (non-Rotom) phone, and some horror movies. Maybe some blank notebooks and old games too, if you really want to pamper your Basil! Basils also like bones, especially bones they've found themselves!

Sixth, the Skorna. Yes, the dreaded Skorna.. This stupid squawking spirit seemingly solely exists to give your Basil a bad time.. and there's not much you can do about it, aside from increasing her happiness in other ways. Basils and Skornas are stuck with each other.. if they separate for too long, your Basil will get a really bad headache! You don't want that, do you? Still, you can isolate them from each other for a bit to make your Basil a little happier.

Seventh, miscellaneous. Basils get really bad nightmares. The best way to help her out here is with a Lunar Wing, though those are pretty rare finds! As well, Ices and the move Dream Eater have been shown to help, to a lesser extent. Keeping her away from her allergies can help as well! Basils also seem to feel worse around the new moon, so maybe give them some treats around then!

That's about it! If you have any more questions on how to care for your basil, you know how to contact me. Thanks for reaching out!

-Clover

. im not reading all that. good for you though. or sorry that happened.

#basilblogging #ask game #((i read all that))#((lexie you're the funniest person in the entire fucking world i think))#((you know too much about basil i almost feel bad. go infodump about your characters to me))

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