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bruciemilf · 1 month

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Now I’m thinking of Alpha Martha scooping in like “is anybody going to love and cherish that omega” and not waiting for an answer. She uses every Wayne gala to flaunt her Omega and later, pup in Carmine’s face. The only reason she hasn’t killed him yet is that seeing his rage and sad plans to get Thomas back is amusing and if it ever comes down to that Thomas deserves the honors.

Gosh, I’m starting to fall in love with that concept. Just imagine stern browed, lethally beautiful Captain Martha Kane, infamously known for her service in the military.

She reeks of bloodied snow, and sweet pomegranate with a note of petrichor. Of gunpowder, grainy and dark and rich, and of something so alluringly nameless Thomas can’t shake off.

The rumors about her hawk like gaze aren’t just rainwater.

Her look is made of storms and winter and Thomas shivers when he sees her for the first time, walking aimlessly around Gotham’s museum. His mother’s museum.

Carmine’s now, legally.

She stops just besides him, — she’s tiny, for an alpha, and he’s big for an omega, and for a moment, Thomas feels vindicated. So they had anomalies, too. Good. They earned it.

“Beautiful.”

She’s referring to the exhibit they’re admiring together. She has to be. Thomas stays quiet.

“What’s your opinion about it? I’ve visited her hundreds of times and I just can’t understand it. Not correctly, I think.”

He scoffs, but otherwise, the silence continues to expand.

Of course no Alpha understands The Good Omega.

Right above them, exposed almost proudly, imprisoned behind a thin layer of glass with rose gold framing, with delicate ivory marbled in, The Good Omega displays an omega women kneeling by her alpha.

It’s not intricate, or complex in composition. It translates well, and it’s just detailed enough.

Her mouth is sewn shut.

It’s a blood painting.

“She used to be an artist, I believe, “ Martha continues, with just the barest twitch of discomfort in her face, but she doesn’t allow her attention to shift. “I thought maybe you’d have a better perspective about it.”

“I’m not allowed to speak to you. As you well know.”

She pauses for a bit. “I apologize. You have no collar on. Your alpha didn’t pick one yet?”

He hums. “He can collar me when I’m in the ground.”

Oddly enough, that answer satisfies her. Pomegranate blossoms on his tongue.

“It’s freedom,” he continues, not really caring about customs. He already defies them daily. “It means freedom.”

Martha listens, but she huffs, half confused, half incredulous. “That doesn’t look like freedom to me. “

“That’s because you’re used to it,” He grits, turning his own gaze on her. He’s been told he smells horrible when he’s angry. He hopes this tiny, beautiful alpha chokes on it.

“Suffering is the only freedom omegas have. It forces you to look, to awknolege. There’s no exits The freedom of existing, that’s all we got.” He scoffs, not even noticing she’s clingy to every little sound.

“ Enjoy it while you can. Its going in the junkyard next week.”

“The junkyard?” She echoes, almost offended by the idea, but the casual insult. “Who’d throw away something like this, omega? It’s too valuable. “

Omega.

Thomas wants to purr and he rages, almost.

His smile is nasty, and full of teeth, and he’s grown to love how alphas cringe at the sight of it. Not this one, thought. This little beast stares at it like it’s living art.

“The same people you fight for. Thank you for your service, alpha.”

Thomas turns, not bothering to bow, excuse himself, or make a respectful exit. One good thing about being a rich omega is that he follows no rules his alpha doesn’t specify.

Nowhere did Carmine say he wasn’t allowed to ditch gorgeous alphas.

—

“You’re back rather early, Madame,” Alfred greets her with a kiss on one of her brow, soft as anything, his like tea, blueberry and dark chocolate scent hugging her deeply.

He takes a whiff of her, frowns, both in intrigue and concern. “…Why do you smell like unhappy omega?”

“Alfred,” She says, “I want to retire. Would you be a darling and contact my lawyer?”

“Oh, thank heavens. Anything else?”

Martha’s gaze bleeds blue, her thighs buzzing with the sneer of Thomas’ anger still, “Can you ask him if I can legally kidnap a taken omega?”

#IDK HOW THIS TURNED INTO A FULL FICLET BUT ENJOY ^^^^#dc comics #writing #pennywaynes #thomas wayne #martha wayne #alfred pennyworth #a/b/o dynamics #batman #dc #my writing #text #text post #gilded sparrows au

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toldentops · 3 months

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talk about kinoga. NOW.

GAH I JUST THINK THEY ARE SO............. well first of all. they are so cute and handsome. look at them right now

Second of all I have one million feelings about them and it's barely an exaggeration. For those who aren't familiar, Kinoga is one of my beloved splatoon ocs and I think about them all the time. Originally made when I tossed a "what-if" idea about Trito, my first splatoon oc, who was once part of the octarian military, if he runs into one of the old squad members on the surface, and Kinoga was born with the help of @igneouskit. Brainworms ensue. its terminal. check out their toyhouse

(extremely brief rundown for those unfamiliar with splatoon lore the relevant bits are as follows: some octolings are part of a military that were forced underground after a war with the Inklings over land due to rising seas. At some point during the plot, the song Calamari Inkantation is sung by the two idols, which is apparently imbued in the DNA of all creatures and compels octolings to see the surface. In the splatoon 2 DLC, octo expansion, some octolings are recruited by a shady company called Kamabo Co, which entices participants to enroll in tests through a deep sea metro, and offers the "promised land" as a reward. Completing the tests entails collecting parts of a blender, and the "reward" is getting blended into sludge. This sludge can get injected into other octos which causes them to lose their will and consciousness ("sanitization").

timeline-wise much of their story takes place between splat 2, through octo expansion, and is currently in the splat 3 era. When they were still in the military, they ended up hearing the Calamari Inkantation like Agent 8 did. Kinoga and their squad were incredibly close to each other. Unwilling to just up and leave the underground but wanting to give their squadmates a better life, Kinoga hears about Kamabo's "promised land" and wants to seek it out, so they leave the squad to embark on the metros and promises to return. They do not <3 Some of the tests make them encounter sanitized octolings and they begin to question what's really happening in the metros. Their tipping point is when they run into Agara, one of their squadmates that decided to enter the metros to look for Kinoga and ends up being sanitized. Kinoga, facing the crushing realization that their squadmates had followed them, unaware of the danger, narrowly escapes being killed by Agara and eventually makes it to the surface.

This results in them experiencing a good amount of crushing guilt about leaving, they never knew it would lead to the possibility of dooming their whole squad that followed after them because they were loved and trusted. Kinoga had no way of letting the rest of them know that they should turn back and it's so. AAUGH. They have no choice but to continue on, finding life on the surface and eventually making it to splatsville with the belief that the rest of the squad may be gone. Agara and Trito end up running through the metro, Agara gets sanitized and Trito survives, albeit without getting a nasty scar from an accident that nearly got him sanitized.

Trito makes me insane also. he's my funny silly rabbit. I care about him so so much. trito goes through the metros, to maybe catch up with kinoga or meet them at the promised land, trusting that it was worth leaving if Kinoga decided it was worth it for all of them too.

Trito, upon learning about The Horrors in the metro later, realizes what could have happened to Kinoga and Agara and is unwilling to return to the rest of the squad with this knowledge, struck by the possibility that they're both gone. <-also has to realize that these horrible things have been happening to all the octlings that left to go do the metro tests. He too, eventually escapes to the surface and makes it to Inkopolis.

Years later, Trito, on a day trip to Splatsville, encounters Kinoga on the streets, and they lock eyes. and. fuck. They thought they were dead and had dealt with the grief and accepting that they were gone, effectively pushing those thoughts aside, and now they're physically in front of each other and they have to deal with it again. they make me SICK. Kinoga knowing that trito went to the metros and followed them and made it out also. Trito knowing that Kinoga experienced the horrors as well and survived. Neither of them able to return to tell the rest of the squad but they're both here, alive on the surface and aarrghhhhhhh. now they have to cope with this. they hastily exchange contact information, having to leave each other again, and end up meeting later to really catch up.

I'm so normal about kinoga and their relationship to trito post-domes. They don't even realize that they miss each other so much because they accepted that they were already gone. Seeing how much the other had changed. Being each other's only tie to their previous lives and it dawns on them that they never can move on from this. Kinoga struggles to tell Trito that they couldn't bring themselves to go back, not knowing if they could escape a second time, not knowing if any of their teammates were still left, already dealing with occasional spurts of being wracked by grief. Trito feeling the same, wanting to forget the terrible things and find happiness on the surface, but disheartened when learning that Kinoga also couldn't bring themselves to go back to look (though now that the both of them are together.....they do eventually muster the courage to go back to the domes to look for their old squadmates). It like. sucks so bad. They didn't intend to abandon their squad, but they were given circumstances where they just could not, and none of the other squad members could have known and suffer for it. aarghhhhh.

They end up at Trito's place, Kinoga and Trito end up being very affectionate towards each other after reuniting, definitely Trito being clingier...Compelled to hold onto each other and not let go, not after feeling so much regret about leaving in the first place. It's like. they left once before and terrible things happened out of their control, so they're allowed to hold each other as close as they can so it doesn't happen again (THE DEMONS) (GRIPS). it's irrational for Trito especially to think that he'll never see Kinoga again when they have to leave, since they live in separate cities and have to go in the morning. and kinoga knows it's irrational and they do their best to comfort him anyways because. who could blame him for wanting to keep them there after being gone for so long and so unexpectedly. The slow, crushing experience of not fully registering that someone could be gone and it creeps up to them until it hits. auuuuugh. they have to be so tender with each other, not really knowing where to take things afterwards but relishing in the moment of having each other there. riding the high of each other's comfort. fuck. this post is just getting worse as it goes. Trito breaking down in Kinoga's arms because he's had to hold in his grief and having nowhere to put it and then finally being able to release it. just being able to feel Something again. kinoga feeling so heartbroken to see trito like this, remembering that he was always so outspoken and smiling and having him curled up against them unable to say anything. holding him as tightly as they can. Feeling the need to take good care of him. They aren't his squad leader anymore but they still feel compelled to look out for him because then they can feel like they're doing at least something right. whatever. you guys get the gist. I'm way too much of a sucker for like...............pained intimacy. I'm down terrible. I think both of them deserve a little kissy and more. again. very touchy and affectionate with each other, I guess theyre still like "friends" (A WARRIOR'S BOND. OR WHATEVER) and are not "together" like a couple but here are words from igneouskit who put it better then I could ever. they love each other so much and they make me blow up. worlds most situationship

and also one bit I forgot to mention is that Trito has a huge scar on his chest that he hates talking about, it just brings back the fear and pain felt when he got it, and by association reminds him that he's alone from his squad who may never see again, so he's very protective of it. Upon getting back to kinoga, they do find out about the scar accidentally, and Trito lets them. like auuuugh they were so familiar with each other and now get to see what's changed since the last time. exploring eachother's bodies. whatever

Kinoga also ends up feeling really guilty at some point for Trito being immediately so affectionate towards them, they harbor thoughts that they don’t deserve it after having him go through that pain, and trito having to tell them that he made his own decision, nobody was forcing him to go, and besides, did it to see kinoga and now that they’re right in front of him he can give him all the love he’s been holding for them. Auuughhhh. Like don’t worry about feeling guilty for it. It wasn’t their fault. What matters to him now is that they’re both alive and with each other. I feel like blowing up

Even after Kinoga goes back to splatsville the next day trito is still aches about them......like a few days of reunion could never be enough to compensate for the years that they spent apart. every time they meet up after that trito jumps in kinoga's arms and kiss them like it was the first time they'd reunited

anyways. they eventually go back down to the domes to find the others. By that time, Agent 8 had dismantled Kamabo, the Sludge shit was no longer in operation, and octolings have started going to the surface. Kanu, another squad member, left the domes to find Kinoga, Agara, and Trito(jilon was another squad member who left for reasons I haven't decided yet). Denchu, the last remaining member, stayed behind, holding on to the hope that the missing members would someday return (denchu is a whole other can of worms. theyre everything to me and I feel so terrible for them <3). Trito and kinoga meet denchu, they update them on everybody else, leaving agara unaccounted for. Kinoga, who was the only one to see Agara firsthand, knowing that she might be completely unsalvageable, hesitates to bring it up, but Trito insists on going to look for her. aughhh. kinoga wants to spare trito the pain of seeing her dead or unconscious. They do eventually find her </3

She is alive, but not doing well at all, Kinoga desperate to maybe find some way to undo sanitization and restore her to full health, knowing full well that it may not be possible. They take Agara back with them to the surface and Kinoga spends a lot of time agonizing again over having caused this, feeling that agara's state is somehow their fault (ITS NOTT they're beating themselves up so bad for this because they feel responsible for the squad. aughhh).

I think thats all I have for kinoga. for now. obviously there are more thoughts I can get into but currently my brain has just latched so hard on trito and kinoga's fun situation and I love them so much. didn't think I'd get attached to them this bad but here we are </3. I hope everyone who has read this far also enjoys them as much as I do

#THIS TOOK FOREVER TO TYPE. KEPT GGETTING SELF CONSCIOUS ABT HOW MUCH IVE ALREADY TYPED FOR THEM IN OTHER POSTS #my ocs #my art #trito #kinoga #splatoon #splatoon ocs #THEYRE SO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#I have been so crazy about them. so crazy. this post doesnt even encapsulate all my thoughts about them #basic arc(?) in chronological order and some thoughts also #cant even describe the like. aching. burning. thinking about kinoga #like I need to kiss them of course but (AGONIES) trito misses them so so much.#loves them so so much and has to deal with it when it floods him all at once during the first encounter #sorry if none of this is like. comprehensible #I've been so ill about them and trito for weeks #these thoguhts are usually for rotating them in discord servers but you all get to get blasted by them all at once #STRUGGLED so bad to write this out because every time I had a new thought I had to go lie down and think about it #anyways. anyways. care about them so much. what ever #its still mostly about trito since he's like my 'main' character but kinoga still gets roped into these feelins #also joked that if trito ever gets a partner itll be like #'this is my partner'#'and this is my friend kinoga who id die for and trust with my life and kiss on the mouth'#more realistically trito just loves all his friends as closely as he would a partner. he has so much love in his heart #blows up I just reread this I think I used ‘crushing’ as an adjective like 4 times. whatever

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irkimatsu · 1 month

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How about Fem!reader and Sick!Husk 🤒 they are already dating and while doting on him and playing nurse, she nuzzles/kisses him. He's huffing and lightly shooing her away saying she'll get sick too and she's says it will help.

---fast forward---

She's in bed mostly covered with blankets all the way up to her nose. Puffy eyes, washcloth on forehead..the works. Husk at the foot of the bed, looking like 😪

Reader: .....worth it 😁😇

Thank you for the adorable ask! The piece I came up with for it is a little on the shorter end, but tooth-rottingly fluffy. I'm happy with it!

SFW, about 1k words. Reader takes care of Husk while sick, then Husk returns the favor.

Husk looks like shit.

Not that you would tell him that; you’re sure he’d agree with you, but it’s not the sort of thing you enjoy pointing out.

You’re sitting by his bedside as he curls up in a ball, sweat and snot pouring down his face. You’re assuming they are, anyway; he rolled over shortly after you came in, saying that you didn’t need to see that nasty shit. His wings and ears are drooping, and even just looking at him from the back you can tell he’s miserable. For all the temptations it offered, Hell did occasionally like reminding its residents that being there is supposed to be a punishment, such as by giving Sinners illnesses that made them crave death without actually granting that mercy.

“My head fuckin’ hurts…” Husk groans before launching into a horrible cough. You stroke his back to try to ease his cough, and you frown at how feverish and slick his skin is. He isn’t doing well at all…

“Is there anything I can do to help?” you ask.

He opens his mouth to speak, but you feel the need to clarify.

“Besides bringing you alcohol?”

“Aw, babe…” he whines as he curls up more tightly. “Some whiskey would help me sleep…”

“If you want to sleep I can find you some cough medicine. That you will take a proper dose of.”

Husk would probably complain further if he wasn’t having another coughing fit.

“Is it me, or is it fuckin’ hot in here…?” he asks after he’s done coughing, his voice hoarse and weak. “Even hotter than normal…”

“That must be the fever…” you say. “Give me a second. I’ll be right back.”

As expected, he doesn’t move as you disappear into his bathroom. As you run a washcloth under the tap, the water turned all the way to “cold”, you hear Husk continue to cough and retch.

“I’ll be right there…” you say softly. “Just hold on…”

Once the cloth is soaked through, you return to his bedside, this time sitting so he’s facing you. His eyelids are half shut, and he doesn’t appear to be comprehending much of what he’s seeing.

“Fuckin’ hurts…” he murmurs as his eyes drift closed.

“It’s okay…” you assure him as you lightly dab at his head with the cloth. He hisses through his teeth at first from the cold, but quickly relaxes as you wipe him down.

“Feels good…” he murmurs, eyes still closed. You lightly smile at him as you run the cloth down his cheek, and then his neck.

“Roll over on your back?” you ask him. He groans, but follows your advice, not opening his eyes as he does. Once he’s in position, you drape the cloth over his forehead. “This will cool you down. Rest as much as you need to, okay? The bar can wait.”

“Thanks…” he says, sounding half-asleep. His breathing is so raspy… you hope some rest will take care of that soon. He really seems to be struggling. If only there was more you could do to help…

You know one thing that might make him feel better, if only emotionally. As he continues to lay there peacefully, trying to drift off into sleep, you lean in and gently kiss his cheek.

“Hey!” he says with a growl, swiping his paw at you without opening his eyes. “Are you trying to get yourself sick, too?”

“Don’t you like it when I kiss you?” you ask with a small smile.

“Yeah, but…”

“Having things you like can help you heal quicker,” you say before kissing him again.

“You don’t need this fuckin’ flu… I don’t want you to feel this shitty…” he grumbles, but he doesn’t protest any further than that. You kiss his cheek one last time, then turn off the lights and leave the room so he can rest.

—

About a week later, it’s your turn to feel like shit.

You slowly open your aching eyes, not quite certain where you are. Your own bed at the hotel…? It’s so hard to think when your entire face is stuffed with crap. Your whole body aches, but nothing hurts more than your head, which feels like a tiny imp is trying to claw his way out of your skull.

A cold trickle of water runs down your cheek, and you instinctively reach out your tongue to lick it up. God, you’re so thirsty…

…wait, water? Upon focusing a little more, you notice there’s a wet rag over your forehead.

You can already guess who put that there for you before you turn your head. Husk is kneeled at your bedside, his arms crossed on the mattress. His head is resting on them, and he’s snoring quietly.

Smiling as much as you can given the circumstances, you weakly lift your aching arm and give him a slight scratch behind the ear. He grunts as his eyes slowly open.

“How are you feeling?” he asks.

“Awful.”

He chuckles to himself. “I told ya you didn’t want that shit.”

“Yeah, yeah, you were right…” You’d roll your eyes if you didn’t feel like your face was about to explode. “You can make fun of me when I’m not dying anymore.”

“Deal.”

You close your eyes again, wondering how long it will take for sleep to show its sweet mercy and turn your brain off for a few hours. Before you can fully drift off, you feel weight on the bed next to you.

“Husk?” you ask. “What are you doing?”

“I already got sick. I don’t think I can get it again.” With that excuse, he settles into bed and cuddles up next to you. “What was it you said before? Things you like can make you get better quicker?”

“You’re right… and this is something I like. Thank you…” Before you can try to sleep again, another thought occurs to you. “Cat purrs are supposed to be healing, too…”

Maybe you shouldn’t have said that. You know how insecure he is about his demon form being a cat.

But now doesn’t appear to be the time for insecurity. Without hesitation, he nuzzles his head into your neck, and he starts purring.

You’re asleep in his embrace within minutes.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin husk #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel husk x reader #hazbin husk x reader #irk blubbers about nothing #irk got asked a thing #irk talks to strangers #irk huskposts

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newjeansimagine · 5 months

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14. School Library

"So, now you talk via Twitter, huh?" Hanni asked early in morning, making Minji roll her eyes.

"Like a tweet its so much" she answered, taking another sip of the americano on her hand.

"Replying people you know in real life on Twitter means you either their close friend, or that you accidently did it, wich wasn't the case" the other one continued, leaning herself in the wall, closing her amrs around her body.

"Just because you only talk to a bunch of strangers on internet doesn't mean everyone does." minji said automatocally, leading Hanni to stare at her face, analising her, like she always do when she's thinking in a way to tease her. "And we're not friends"

"Yeah, those straight-from-books words you say to convince yourself" she said, leading Minji to look at her.

"What do you mean?" She asked, confused by Hanni's vocabulary.

"Just that manic pixie enemies to lovers shit you say everytime you talk about her" she answers.

Minji almost choked by her drink, but tryed to act like it didn't affected her. On the inside, the idea was making her feel weird. Enemies to lovers? Wtf Hanni.

"You're inventing words" she answered only, taking another sip, ignoring Hanni words. The other just giggled.

She just ignored. By far, she could see Hyein arriving school and talking to some of her classmates.

Looking around, Minji was feeling a little cloudy. Her mind came back to the latest events, and now some of those seemed so twisted. First the rumors in school... Minji really couldn't care less everytime someone whispered when she walked throught the school. Somehow, everyone thinking she and Y/N had a thing was not bothering her to the point she feels bad. But she knew it wasn't looking good to Y/N, she knew people were assuming horrible things about her.

Second, the way she treated Y/N ever since she arrived... only now Minji was sticking the pieces together, and noticing that the way she acted could give Y/N the wrong impression. Only now, Minji felt the need to make clear that it wasn't this idea everyone was having of her with a girl that was making her treat Y/N like that. It had nothing with Y/N's sexuality, but she was afraid that if she said something, the other girls might twist her words.

The third topic hit her the day before when they were studying togheter. The fact that Y/N was probrably thinking she was a rich, spoiled and prejudiced girl did not let her sleep at night. She wasn't a disrespectful person at all, she lived overseas for a six month period while studying english, she knew other countrys and were aware of the differences of her culture to others. She is open and accepting of differences and she even considered herself as an ally. God, her thinking that made her feel like a homophobe trying to justify herself. She was feeling nauseus.

When she saw Y/N arriving school from far, the girl didn't went to their direction, wich was a confirmation Minji made things weird between them. Minji was trying to hold it back, she added her to their group chat, she talked to her via texts, she helped her with homework... Just that nothing really seemed to be helping the situation. She knew a simple "I'm sorry" would solve things between them if they ignored the whole rumor in school, but she was just feeling botter about saying it. Minji wasn't the type who would ever get the wrong impression of people, but knowing she was so wrong about Y/N was killing her lately.

She shook her head. These days, you know, she would always spend too much time thinking about this girl. About what she would think of her, about how she percieved her. In Y/N's mind, was Minji considered nasty, boring or mean? Or cool, funny or pretty?

Why did she cares so much about what this girl thinks?

Argh!

Minji was having a mental breakdown and it wasn't even 7 in the morning.

As the time passed, she went to her class, not before her proclamed boy crush stumbled with her in the halls, making her brush, wich was an oportunnity for Hanni to make jokes about it the whole day. But Minji head wasn't on him. When she entered her class, the first sight she had was Y/N in the back of the class smiling with her head on Wonyoung's shoulder. Somehow it got her even more nauseus.

She wasn't a big Wonyoung fan. Even if the girls insisted she was nice and all, Minji didn't felt this close to her yet. The truth was that Minji didn't liked changes, she had great life, great friends, great grades, she didn't liked when something was a risk to it all. And somehow she was feeling like Wonyoung were risky for her, she didn't knew why, she just felt that territorial rivality everytime she was with her. The thing was that she couldn't take her eyes from the scene, wich lead her to sit on her table, and turns back every minute to check if they were still in that position. And they were.

"Seems like the rumours are gonna be something new now" Hanni comented by her side, taking her attention.

"Huh?" She asked, and noticed that Hanni was also looking at the girls.

"I mean, would people assume they’re a couple?" The girl said joking and it hit Minji deeply.

She took her eyes back to the girls who were invested on a talk, too close to eachother.

"That's stupid, Y/N should be focusing on her grades instead on date people" minji said fastly, and Hanni gave her a confused look.

"It was a joke, they're not..." Hanni didn't had a chance to finish her line.

Minji really couldn't tell why, but only noticed her anger while she was going to Y/N's place. She was suddenly standing in front of the two girls.

The confused look on Y/N's face was clear.

"On the break we'll meet on the library" Minji said to Y/N, her voice falling a little bit in the end.

'Uhm..." the other one tryed to formulate a sentence "for what?" Was everything she could say.

"Math." Minji answered. "We'll have our first math exam tomorrow, and honestly, yesterday you made it clear you're terrible at it".

Wonyoung looked at her with that friendly look she have on her face. Minji looked at her for a second and faked a smile. Wonyoung raised her brows, like she caught somehow.

"I wouldn't say exactly terrible" Y/N answered slowly a little embarassed, and it hit Minji she was being mean again.

"Yeah, but you were a little confused about arithmetic, so we still have to review it." She tryed to hold it back and look a little less... bossy? Angry?

The two girls looking at her wasn't making her calm down and only now she was backing to her senses. What was she doing?

"Okay." Y/N just answered, wanting to end the conversation. "Yeah, I kinda need some classes".

Y/N said while Minji was still standing, she really couldn't hear Wonyoung's answer because she turned around and walked away.

She felt embarassed at herself while she was going back to her place.

"What was that?" Hanni asked with a confused expression, laughting a little.

"Nothing." She answered, too embarassed of her own actions. Only now she noticed Hanni wasn't the only one looking at her and it made her wanna throw up.

Day was not going very well to Minji.

For Y/N the day wasn't the best also, but since when she had great days? :P

First of all, her alarm hit too soon for some stupid reason leading her to wake up too early and caused her to 1. getting early to school and 2. getting her math teacher to lower her grade (ofthr exam she didn't even do) just because she sleeped a little and because he’s a goddamn asshole that hates her.

Second of all, she'd forgotten her lunch and her wallet, so she were now starving unable to buy anything to eat (thank god Wonyoung had shared her sandwich or else y/n would be dead by now).

And third of all…

Her.

The girl in front of her in the library school with a serious look in her face, checking some calculations she made in her notebook.

Minji's head was down and y/n was staring. Maybe too much. Y/n couldn't really stare at Minji at all days, so she wouldn't lie she took this chance to do so. But y/n wasn't the only one staring. She could hear the murmur around them. The way Minji forced her to sit close didn't help the situation, she was afraid the rumour around school about them two would become different and people would start assuming things about them.

Somehow she couldn't stop staring at the girl in front of her, today she was different from the previous day. She had a little makeup on and her hair was in a nice hairstyle. She was wearing the school uniform and Y/n thinks its the second time she saw her wearing these, since they were not mandatory. She was beautiful. Argh. Y/n hated it so much. She was so annoying and so beautiful it wasn't fair. Just her skin, and her eyes, and her nose, and her...

"You're staring" Minji said suddenly, still looking at the notebook, without looking at her.

"Uhm, sorry" y/n couldn't help the embarassement, her face was a little red and all and she wasn't a person who blushed easily.

Minji wrote something, not looking at Y/n.

"It's ok" she said. Her face was blank, but her writing became a little inconsistent. "We should have brought food" she said changing the topic.

Y/n felt relieved that Minji didn't make a scene about catching her staring..

"Wonyoung shared a sandwich with me" y/n said, automatically. "I can bring something for you if you want".

"No. Its fine" minji said. Y/n didn't notice her tone becoming more defensive. "I can have something when we finish" the girl kept saying, a little grumpy.

"Hmm" y/n forced a friendly smile not knowing how to react to her. "How was it?" She asked trying to kill an awkward silence.

Minji wrote something else and looked at her, giving her book back, touching the other girls hand in the procces.

"You did great. 6 out of 10" she said, watching Y/N look at the correction she made.

"6 isn't good" y/n answered. Looking a little frustrated. She put her hands on her head, apprehensive about the test they would face next.

"It's more than half" minji answered, fastly trying to hype her up. But gave a step back. "But you still gotta pratice."

"Half plus 1 its not like its more than half, its like I only answered one more right than the minimum, so it doesn't feel like more than half" she answered, making Minji a little confused.

"Yeah, but one more means you know more than less about the subject, so the way to know everything is closer than far" minji said, and y/N looked at her, only to look away the next second.

"Yeah, you're right." She said and a 'thank you' almost came out her mounth, but she didn't said it.

"Mom's gonna kill me" y/n muttered. Minji looked at her and almost laughed about how scared y/n looked talking about her mom.

Y/n just had these expression of when something bad its about to happen, and she bitted her lips while her eyes nervously read the questions she solved.

She was sitting in the sloppy way that Y/N always used to sit, with her spine thrown over the back of the chair without much care, her fingers were crossing her own hair, to her own cheeks, to her own lips, like she did everytime she was concentrated reading something.

Minji doesn't remember how she knew this. Maybe she turned around too often to watch Y/N during class. She shook her own head. What was she thinking?

She just notice this was the first real conversation they had, and it felt nice and light. Minji felt guilt, anxiety and interest, all at the same time. She was about to say sorry about the way she's been treating the other girl lately, but y/n interrupted her.

"Well, since we finished, I gotta go now" she said, getting up from the chair and placing her notebooks between her arms.

Minji who was too numb by her own confused thoughts, just closed her mouth and agreed.

Then Y/N left. And all Minji could think was what the hell just happened. She looked around, afraid someone could hear her thoughts or read the expressions in her face. But everyone seemed to just be doing their own things. For a second, she wished they were a new topic in school, but then she shook her head.

She couldn't even form a coherent thought. Minji just stood there for a few minutes until the break was over, trying to understand why her hand was shaking exactly where Y/N touched her and why her heart was beating so fast like it was about to fall from her chest.

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tripleglitchwriting · 4 months

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Wohoo! My first fic on this blog.

This one isn’t specifically any continuity, it’s kind of a mishmash of all of them. It is set in a first contact universe.

Ratchet-centric, GN human reader (though there are POV changes)

Ignition (Part 1)

CW: Graphic injury, mild language, angst

Flashing lights and blaring sirens shouted at Ratchet from all sides of the ship. He’d been in the medbay when the attack started- while not entirely unexpected considering where they were it was still a surprise. Despite their best efforts, a Decepticon ship had managed to track them down.

Not two minutes later Optimus ordered a retreat. At the time it didn’t make much sense to Ratchet, but he trusted his friend enough to go with it. Arcee, Bulkhead, Bumblebee, Drift, Wheeljack, and a couple others joined him in getting into an escape pod. Frankly, he was hesitant to go, there were plenty of bots unaccounted for still on the main deck, but Optimus let everyone know through the comm link that he had a plan. With that he begrudgingly boarded his pod, expecting to be launched into space and put into stasis. The pod shot out of the ship normally, but the next couple minutes were anything but normal.

Outside the small window he immediately noticed they were very, very close to a nearby planet. So close, in fact, the escape pods wouldn’t be able to get out of orbit. Immediately after that realization, and saying something along the lines of “this couldn’t get any worse”, things got worse. The pods’ emergency warning systems activated, which would have been a surprise if Ratchet didn’t already feel the impact of what was most likely heavy blaster fire on the back of it.

Again, lights flashed and sirens of all sorts begged for his attention, yet the stasis lock system was a-okay. It was also beginning to activate. Now as he plummeted to an unfamiliar planet in a damaged escape pod he could only hope the rest of his friends were safe. Then, he heard a very loud explosion from farther away and promptly went into stasis.

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“Go on a hike”, they said, “It will make you feel better”, they said. Well, right now you feel pretty damn bad considering you were incredibly lost, had no idea how to survive in the wild, and you had a very definitely broken leg.

It hurt like hell when you fell and it really didn’t get any better from there. Most of your body was either scratched or developing a nasty bruise, other than your right leg which was bent in a way it shouldn’t be. You fought off nausea as you lay on the forest floor, at the bottom of a steep cliff, tears stinging your eyes and hands clutching the bag you managed to hold onto. You didn’t think it could get any worse. Of course, that notion was quickly thrown out the window when a very loud explosion shook your aching body to its core.

You groaned at the feeling, but still turned to look in the direction of whatever it was. You didn’t see much other than trees, leaves, and your own tears clouding your vision, but you did notice some weird thing streaking through the sky. God, maybe you hit your head harder than you thought. Still, even if you did just spontaneously develop exploding head syndrome and began hallucinating, checking out a possible source of help was better than laying in your spot to rot.

You just needed to drag yourself to wherever it was… and try to ignore the pain while you did it. Needless to say, you made it a solid two feet before your body gave out and you lost consciousness.

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Ratchet woke up in what was now effectively a pile of burnt metal. He murmured some unintelligible curses to himself before running a self diagnostic- luckily nothing too bad had happened to him, at least nothing he couldn’t fix. He tried to activate his comm link, which unsurprisingly only sputtered static. He pushed down the horrible feeling in his fuel tank in favor of focusing on the problem at hand: Where the frag was he?

Slamming his servo on the release switch, Ratchet stumbled out of the pod, falling on the floor immediately. Right, his injuries. He would have to fix that. Just after he made sure the rest of the crew was alright. Looking up he noticed the world around was primarily organic. He’d landed in some dense forested location. The good news was the temperature, atmosphere, and plant life (from what he could tell from a simple scan) were safe. The bad news was there was absolutely nothing remotely cybertronian within scanning range, which meant his friends had probably landed much farther away, or… well anything could have happened, really. He’d just have to hold onto hope, not that that has done much good so far.

If there was any sentient life on this planet (which, frankly, he doubted there was) they weren’t anywhere around here. During the war the Autobots had visted plenty of organic planets with sentient organic lifeforms, though not all of them were friendly. Either way, by the looks of things he was going to be here awhile. He realized a lot later than he’d ever admit in order to explore around being able to walk would be pretty useful, so Ratchet began repairs. It wasn’t long before he was able to get back on his pedes with minimal pain. The next step was to look for anything useful.

Unfortunately, despite how broad the term was, “anything useful” didn’t seem to show itself. There was dirt, plants, and more dirt. There were various creatures he would have loved to have a look at if the situation wasn’t so dire. As the planets star went down and dark started to creep into the land, his grip on hope started to slip just a bit more.

Ratchet decided to go back to his pod- maybe he could fix up the distress beacon, or patch up his comm link, or just do anything other than walking around getting dirty. Of course, just as the pod came into distant view, a high pitched squealing noise from below nearly gave him a spark-attack.

It was small, probably the size of one of his digits. Splayed out on the ground with this strange expression on its face. When he looked down at it, the thing made a similar noise, trying to move back. Most of the creatures he’d encountered had scampered off before he could get a good look, but this one stayed put, its little chasis heaving up and down at an alarming rate.

He bent down to get a better look at the thing. It had some sort of covering on it, something that wasn’t the plants he’d become so familiar with. Its face became strained as once again it tried to move back, now squeaking out unintelligible nonsense. The pieces soon clicked into place: It wasn’t curious or stupid, it was injured. That was made obvious by the small cuts decorated with dried red energon, or whatever organics had in them, but it was made very clear when he noticed the angle one of its limbs was at.

It was trying to leave but couldn’t move. Scrap, did he do this? Was it caught in the crash? He quickly moved to scoop the thing up out of instinct, but it only shouted more, this time with a feral twinge.

“It’s okay, I won’t hurt you. I’m going to help you.” Of course he knew speaking slowly wouldn’t make it understand, but maybe the tone would show his intent.

Judging by how its optics widened and began to drip some sort of liquid, he figured it was a failed attempt. Though even if it didn’t like it, the thing still needed help, and if he couldn’t help his friends at least he could help it. Whatever it was.

Very, very carefully he shimmied his digits under its back, trying again to speak in hushed tones. It squirmed and writhed and screamed, wincing at every touch. When it was safely in his servos he closed them around it, hopefully protecting it from any natural predators they might encounter. He grit his denta at every attempt it made to escape or wiggle free. As he made his way back to his pod, Ratchet had a feeling this was going to be more than he bargained for.

#transformers fic #g/t #transformers g/t #sfw g/t #transformers #gn human reader #gn reader #human reader #ratchet #first contact au #transformers first contact

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orionsangel86 · 5 days

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You know, I thought we were done with the ageism in fandom thinking that its purely for teenagers? Because it doesn't help anyone to have the attitude of this (now blocked) anon. People don't stop having passions and being fans of things just because they get older. Fandoms thrive BECAUSE older people put in the effort to MAKE them thrive. Do you really think that 100k word perfectly written epic fanfic that you adore so much was written by a 16 year old? Because I guarantee it was more likely to be written by a 35 year old mother of 2.

That amazing cosplay of your fave character you saw at a recent comic con that took phenomenal skill and probably a good deal of expense to look perfect wasn't put together by a 17 year old high schooler, it was perfected through years of passion into a hobby that more than likely required a full time job and a savings account to afford.

That amazing fanartist who has the BEST art of your OTP that captures their likeness in a really gorgeous style? They weren't born with that talent. It takes years to develop a personal art style, and capturing a persons likeness in art is a skill that has to be nurtured. The best artists are the ones who've had years to develop their skills. They aren't school kids. I have had mutuals on this site for a decade now and I have seen how much their art has improved and become absolutely beloved. These are people who at their youngest are in their late 20s now. Most of my mutuals are in their 30s, some of the best fanfiction writers I know are in their 40s and 50s. The meta writers I know are also in my age group. Hell, do you think teenagers run AO3? You'll be surprised just how many "old people" make the best fanworks. If you removed them from fandom spaces, I guarantee you would remove most of the talent, because no offence to you kids, but that talent is something that is nurtured over time, and time and aging go hand in hand i'm afraid.

The people who make fandoms what it is, the ones running events, pouring themselves into analytical posts, providing the best fanart, coming up with the amusing memes and textposts that go viral? Do you REALLY think they are all school kids? Fandoms are made up of PEOPLE, and newsflash assholes, people AGE.

This attitude always amazes me. There isn't an age limit in fandom. This isn't fucking Logan's Run (bet you the kids won't understand that reference) and honestly if these kids genuinely think they need to give it up and quit at a certain point in their future I just pity them.

Fandom thrives because of the older people that have nurtured it for years and carved out a space where younger people can enter in comfort and safety. Which are only possible BECAUSE older people built online fandoms and continued to put in the work to keep them going. If we all had to stop caring and leave fandom at some specific cut off date, the fandom landscape would be a vastly different space - and probably a lot worse for being predominantly run by hormonal teenagers - heh, I guess it would be a lot more like TikTok and we all know how dreadful TikTok has been for fandom so far. If nothing else that alone proves my point.

At the end of the day, no one can stop the passing of time. Even the horrible children who send adults nasty anons. Eventually, they will be the "fandom elders" and receiving their own anon hate from a future generation of brats, I personally can't wait to be the very old lady laughing at them when that day inevitably comes.

#fandom #ageism #respect your elders #fandom problems

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sunnynwanda · 6 months

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Making amends

Hero throws the car without even a glance back. They know Villain can take a hit - they've taken a lot worse than that. Hero can recall throwing an entire food truck at them and not causing any damage whatsoever. Their rivalry, for the lack of a better word, goes back to what Hero calls times immemorial - high school, more precisely. They had always been somewhat irritated by each other - yet still enticed to rub the other the wrong way. Mostly for enjoyment but also because they liked the feeling.

Hero has never seriously harmed or wounded them, nor did they aspire to do so. Except the stars must have aligned against them today because Villain is too distracted fixing their fabulous (their word, not Hero's) hair to react in time.

The car lands on top of them with a loud thud and a strained whimper followed by a slew of curses. It reaches Hero's trained ear, prompting them to look over their shoulder. They spot the car and notice their enemy's legs sticking out next to the front wheel. They freeze for a second before sprinting over and lifting the destroyed vehicle while Villain attempts to get up, coughing and muttering cusses under their breath. It's only then that Hero notices the strange angle of their arm. They know they fucked up when a strangled moan leaves Villain's mouth at the first attempt to move it.

Three days later, Villain is back in the game despite the cast now adorning their fractured forearm. And Hero... Hero cannot bring themselves to meet their gaze for a good week after.

It's almost ten days since the incident, and they are doing their usual play round around the city when Villain stumbles back after a particularly nasty kick, unable to counter the attack. They wave their healthy arm for balance and barely dodge the next one when Hero, as oblivious as they are, picks the worst time for banter.

"What is it, dove? Thought you could take a hit." The words leave their mouth before they can process the implications. They bite their tongue, but it's too late.

Villain's eyes widen momentarily before turning into vicious slits. "Oh really?"

Venom drips from their voice, although Hero can see the smirk fighting for its place on their thin lips. An angry and ominous smirk they do not want to explore. "I could. Before a certain asshole decided to break my fucking arm."

"I said I was sorry!" Hero exclaims, seizing the attacks and darting back to avoid Villain's fist. They did this to themselves, and they know it too. Should've kept my mouth shut, Hero thinks. They did not mean to mock - it just came out wrong and opened the floodgates of Villain's outrage.

"You don't seem sorry, judging by those cocky comments of yours!" Villain retorts, charging forward. Hero sidesteps, scared to cause any more damage.

"Oh, come on!" As if they weren't feeling guilty as is, Villain is now rubbing it in. "You know I didn't do that on purpose."

"Doesn't make my arm heal faster, does it? Nor does it stop you from questioning my competence." Villain's voice betrays them, wobbling on the last word. To say that Hero is shocked is an understatement.

"I never..." They stop mid-sentence, searching their rival's face and gulping at the defeated expression on their downcast face. "Please, look at me, Villain. I really am sorry."

When they don't react, Hero continues. A horrible decision on their part. "We can cancel our fights for a while, hm?"

That does earn them a reaction. Not the one they were hoping for though.

"Why?" Villain's eyes dart to their face, meeting Hero's with seething challenge. "You think I can't handle you with one arm?"

The wise thing to do would be to seal their lips and never utter a word again. But Hero was never known for their quick wits, so they chose to seal their fate. "I just don't want you to get hurt. Or maybe I could..."

"What?" Villain's stare is ice cold. Their voice is calm too - serene, almost. Yet it sends a chill down Hero's spine. "You could what, Hero? Say it, I fucking dare you!"

"I wasn't..." They try to salvage the situation despite their mind screeching at them to stop talking.

"You weren't going to say you'd go easy on me?" Villain inquires, still maintaining external tranquillity. There is a fire raging behind their gaze, white-hot and scorching. They marvel Hero's audacity to doubt them.

Hero is speechless. At their own stupidity. At the way they can't seem to control their fucking mouth. At the way they froze like a goddamn deer in headlights. And a tiny bit - at the way their words offended Villain so deeply. Somehow, in all the years of their rivalry, they never grasped just how much their opinion mattered to their frenemy.

"Can't even deny it?" Villain sighs, running a hand through their hair to suppress the urge to rip Hero into pieces and make a coat out of them. "You know what? Fuck you."

Villain turns to leave, not quite sure if they are mad or disappointed. This seems to bring Hero back to life and consciousness. "No, wait!" They chase after them, but Villain won't slow their pace, striding away with determined heavy steps. They count to three and can't help the sigh that escapes them when Hero stops them. Knew it.

"Please, I swear I didn't mean it like that!" Hero yells to their turned back, struggling to catch up because they keep tumbling over their own feet. "Dove, please, I'll make it up to you."

Villain's lips stretch into a smug smile when Hero comes to a halt next to them, clutching their hand in their shaking fingers.

"Oh, you will." They nod to themselves, content that their plan, as painful as it was, worked out. But when they meet Hero's hopeful eyes and allow them to graze their fingertips over their fractured limb, the ache subsides, slowly dissipating under the gentle touch of their cold skin. "You will."

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meabh-mcinness · 11 months

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Dance With Me

Narnia x Fem!Reader

When Iruma becomes scared by "Fenrir", it isn't Amaryllis that comes to save him, but an unknown woman instead. An unknown woman who is quite unhappy with the way her partner is acting and isn't afraid to show who exactly is in charge in their relationship.

No TW! I think? Well Narnia gets choked a little, but it's nothing serious, so I think it's fine?

I'm actually not entirely happy with this one and might come back to it in the future.

"If, by some horrible mistake, a mere human were to gain power and...let's see, For example, sneak in here, pretending to be a demon. It would be so disgusting, I would puke." Fenrir leaned over, crowding Iruma's space as he continued ranting.

Iruma's eyes widened as he saw hands reach out from beside Fenrir, across his broad chest that was suddenly reminding Iruma far too much of Atori-sensei. Brief flashbacks ran through his mind of the tall, slim teacher with far too many hands before he realized the hands weren't reaching for him, or even coming from Fenrir himself. Instead, Fenrir continued on asking a question that Iruma's mind couldn't comprehend at the moment as the hands reached past the fur collar of his jacket and gripped his tie. One hand had reached up to grip the knot firmly, while the other grabbed the lower part of the tie before yanking the knot roughly.

A startled choking sound came out of the answer expecting guard, his eyes widening in surprise, large hands immediately going to grasp over the smaller ones. His mouth turned to a snarl, fangs barred as he turned towards the source before immediately snapping his mouth shut again, eyes widening even further when he saw who exactly had dared to do this.

"Disgusting, you say? Would make you puke, would it?" The more she spoke, the more her anger seemed to spill out in waves, as Fenrir's already pale skin grew whiter, pointed ears drooping down in fear. Vaguely, an image appeared in Iruma's mind of a wolf cowering before its angry alpha.

Iruma's eyes felt rather like bulging as well though as he took in the beautiful woman, dressed up in a dark purple gown that reminded him of butterflies from the human world, beside them giving Fenrir an even prettier smile and yet still practically oozing danger. It made Iruma's hair stand on edge, and was rather glad that he was not the recipient of the look on her face. At this moment, he wasn't certain if even his grandfather would dare to stand up to such barely disguised wrath that was on this foreign woman's face.

"Bad dog," she continued after a moment, smile still painted dangerously on her lips, as her eyes narrowed from behind the masquerade mask. Iruma honestly couldn't tell if he was imagining the whine that left Fenrir's body or not, as he grew visibly more upset.

"Honestly, do you really have to do this now? He's a child here to enjoy a party with his grandfather and friends, not a criminal waiting to slaughter everyone. Now quit it, you're scaring him."

"Good. He needs to be scared to understand-" A flick on his nose cut him off. He blinked in shock, nose wrinkling like a rabbit.

"Yes, yes, the Netherworld is a far more dangerous place to live than the human world. We need to always be on guard and ready for nasty little demons like yourself, just waiting to gobble us whole. I've heard the rant a million times, and I'm sure Iruma has too. Tonight, however, we are here to enjoy drinks and food and to celebrate yo-Narnia getting to be one of the thirteen crowns. Not to terrorize innocent children. Now shut up, so I can fix your damage. Unless," she paused, face transforming into faked innocence, "you would like to be known as a child bullier and have at least two crowns and one of the three greats after your head?"

An angry pout formed on Fenrir's face, arms crossing over his chest as he stared down the female before him. Her smile grew just that slightest bit into a smirk, and Iruma could faintly hear the challenge behind it. Fenrir obviously sensed it too, eyes locked onto hers, never blinking. Her eyebrow raised, upper hand tightening just a fraction. Fenrir huffed and backed down, looking away as his head tilted to the side ever so slightly. He was baring his throat, Iruma realized.

But that wasn't a demon thing, Iruma thought. All the etiquette lessons Opera had forced him through before coming here always pointed to wing baring as subservience. Displaying your neck to those above you was a human-world thing. Though, Iruma supposed, displaying your wings in such a public place with so many high rankers was probably a very bad idea. Anyone could take a shot at them. Clearly, the two knew each other, so it was probably a system they devised to get around that.

The woman turned to Iruma, he froze up, terrified to have her anger turned on him, when even the self-proclaimed number three in border patrol backed down, but instead, her smile and eyes eased, holding none of the bite she showed Fenrir.

"Hello, fellow child of man." It took a few seconds before Iruma's brain caught up to the strange salutation, but then he was bowing before the strange woman, a fierce blush crossing his face at the blunder.

"Hello! My name is Iruma!" When Iruma looked back up, he noticed the woman looking bemused but Fenrir looking around slightly panicked, before waving his hand. A wave of magic ran across Iruma's skin before settling over him.

"Quiet! Could you not expose yourselves here, of all places?" Fenrir hissed at them, "And you! Don't encourage him, we're already on thin ice with Henri. If he knew you were here, he'd pitched us both out in a heartbeat." Iruma reared back in shock, ahoge drooping at the guard's sudden berating, as the woman simply rolled her eyes.

"I don't understand...how does introducing myself expose me in some way?" They both blinked at him in surprise, before the woman's gaze softened in understanding. Fenrir on the other hand seemed to delve further in irritation, jaw opening to no doubt rant, but one subtle twitch of her fingers left him shutting it tight again.

"I take it you didn't realize we switched languages then?" she asked gently.

"Eh?" Iruma startled. Switched languages? How could that be possible, he was pretty sure the Netherworld had one united language, even across countries. And the only other language he knew was - oh.

'Hello, fellow child of man,' his mind repeated. It wasn't 'Hello fellow child of a man', but rather, 'Hello fellow human'. Iruma's jaw dropped in surprise.

There was another human in the Netherworld. Another human is living and by the looks of it even thriving in the world of demons.

He wasn't alone.

"You-You're a!" A gloved finger lightly covered his lips in a shushing motion before retreating again.

"I am. Though, I'd be careful blurting anything to do with that topic. I have full belief in Fen-chan's barrier," Fenrir puffed up at the praise, obviously preening from his partner's recognition, "but just because it can block sounds, doesn't mean we're scot-free. Who knows how many here can read lips or are strong enough to break through it regardless? Fen-chan is right, it wouldn't do us any good to be exposed here, of all places."

"Are there others? Besides us? Can I meet them?" Iruma watched as her eyes softened, a light sigh leaving her lips before faintly shaking her head.

"If there are, I don't know of them. I was the only one for the longest time. Until you showed up, that is. Well, unless you count that one girl who fell in a few years back, she got captured and shipped back up almost as soon as she landed though. A lot of memories had to be erased that day."

Fenrir shuddered at the reminder. "I had to work overtime because she wouldn't calm down. Kept screaming like a harpy and kept producing things to toss at us. Would have thought she belonged to the Valac family if she wasn't so obviously a human. Never been so happy that silencing charms and barriers were a thing before."

A snort left the woman, "Yea, and then you just threw me in there with no warning for what was happening. You're lucky she spoke my native language and that I'm a good talker. Otherwise, you would had to have resorted to just straight knocking her out. She was such an obnoxious woman, you should have done so anyway."

Fenrir let out a snort of his own, "You're more bloodthirsty towards your own kind than we are sometimes. I've told you time and again that Henri-sama says we're not allowed to do that. Something about breaking your fragile little human skulls-

"It wasn't his head she wanted to throw a rosary at! Do you know how much those tiny beads can hurt? Next time I'll let him do the talking and take all the hits and insults, while I stand back and watch unhelpfully with an occasional comment."

"I'll be sure to tell him that love."

"Go ahead and you can tell him those exact words too." She huffed out before noticing Iruma's rather lost look. "Ah, sorry, we do this at times. But the gist of it is that no, as far as we're aware there are no other humans."

Iruma nodded even as his shoulders dropped at the news. While he knew it illogical he had kinda hoped that maybe, just maybe, there was a hidden realm of humans here in the demon world. He loved it here in the Netherworld and everyone in it, but it still would have been nice to have someone to chat with about human things that the other demons just didn't seem to get.

"Hey," she said placing a hand gently on his shoulder, "I know it's probably not what you wanted to hear but it's probably for the best that we don't know of any other humans here. It hopefully means that any that have happened to pass over are blending in and staying safe. And if I find any others who want to stay like us I'll be sure to point them in your direction." She paused suddenly as if a thought came to her mind and she tilted her head at him, "You do want to stay here, right? Because if not-" Iruma interrupted her, shaking both his head and hands to stop the notion in its tracks, "No, I want to stay! I love it here and everyone is great. I've got to enjoy so many things that I couldn't before and I'm really happy here." Her gaze softened once more as she watched him continue on about the things here he loved. Giggling at his comments on food and nodding along as he went on about everyone he had met so far. She occasionally threw in some questions or comments to clarify some things and found it exceptionally entertaining to find out Kalego-sensei turned into a puffball in his familiar form; before divulging that Fenrir was her own familiar and that she was quite disappointed he didn't turn into a puffball himself, but rather a rather large version of a black maned wolf.

"The Asmodeus's are heading this way, we should wrap this up." Fenrir suddenly said, interrupting them, staring off in the direction where everyone else was converging together socializing and dancing.

"Well then you wicked dog," the woman turned around dragging the tie still grasped in her hand behind her, so Fenrir was forced to follow, "let us quit being a pest to this darling boy and dance with me."

From what Iruma could see, Fenrir didn't even try to fight. Instead, following obediently as if he was a dog trailing behind a leash held by an unbreakable grip, and for all Iruma knew maybe it was. Just because the lady had claimed to be a fellow human hadn't meant she actually was one. Though, the fact she could actually speak Japanese and apparently another human language was a big favour to her point.

She stopped suddenly before turning back to Iruma, "By the way it was a pleasure meeting you Iruma. If you ever want to talk with me again, just tell Sullivan you want to get in touch with Naberius Narnia's assistant. He'll know what you mean." Before turning back around and continuing on her way to the dance floor, Fenrir still trailing obediently behind her.

"I presume I'm on the couch tonight?" Iruma heard Fenrir sigh when they were almost out of range.

"Honey, I love you but you'll be lucky if I let you sleep in the house at all for the next month after that display. I believe I saw Kalego somewhere, perhaps you should make up with him before the party ends if you wish to have a bed this night."

"Yes, dear."

Amaryllis giggled and waved hello as she walked past them towards Iruma, the still-unnamed woman gave her a cheery wave before turning her attention back to Fenrir. Azz-kun brushed past them all in a hurry to get back to Iruma's side, neatly crashing into a suddenly appearing Ameri-san as they both pulled up in front of him.

Adults were weird, Iruma decided as the two finally faded far enough away that their conversation could no longer be heard by him. Assuring both Azz-kun and Ameri-san that he was completely fine, and "No Azz-kun he didn't need him to burn anyone," his eyes darted back to the couple who had just been arguing in front of him. But as he watched the both of them smile at one another regardless as they took up a waltz that put everyone else around them to shame he couldn't help but feel as warm in his body as the look in their eyes for one another at the knowledge he now held.

He wasn't alone and if she was any indication of what his future could look like, then he was going to hold on to and fight for his ambitions even harder. Holding a hand out to Azz-kun's mom, he bowed over it slightly before rising with a determined smile.

"Would you care for a dance my lady?"

*Plays "Walk 'em like a dog sis, walk 'em like a dog" TikTok audio.*

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Okay, this one's a bit out there, but bear with me since these are specifically daydreams.

If you look in the ending paragraphs of the Statute of Míriel and Finwë, there's this little bit where it says the elves have speculated whether Arda is the only world in Eä or whether Eru went on to make more. Because you only need to look at the Noldor to know a crafter always wants to Make More. Ultimately, they concluded that as they cannot actually leave Arda to see for themselves, further speculation is futile.

This is all to say, if you dropped Amanyar in another world they'd be really fucking smug at getting to confirm Eru's continued crafting spree, and they would take any gods or higher powers there for other Ainur.

So anyway, this daydream is an FF7 crossover where the Fëanorians get plopped in Gaia after Maglor bites it as... Genesis, Angeal, and Sephiroth's collective clone children.

Maedhros, Maglor, and Caranthir are a Gen/Ang mix Hollander cooked up while he was trying to further his research on the Project G Soldier method before Degradation reared its nasty head, bc I do not believe Hojo is the only one to dabble in cloning. Celegorm is a Sephiroth clone Hollander stole from Hojo. Curufin is a Seph/Ang mix, and Ambarussa are a Gen/Seph mix. (All Sephiroth dna being taken from Celegorm.)

Genesis finds out about them first when he defects with Hollander. As it turns out, once Maedhros was old enough to bust his brothers out of the lab, Hollander lost his ability to leave Midgar without a heavy guard bc these boys are out to Kill Him.

Genesis is so exhausted trying to keep Hollander alive. He ends up recruiting Angeal only half bc of the mutual interest, and more bc he's hoping Angeal makes for a better childminder.

Angeal does not.

The horrible clone children end up dumped on Sephiroth and Zack to take care of, who are very What The Fuck about it.

#silmarillion

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Now that we see of liu kang ending and all of the garbage trainwreck of the new mk game

I bet y'all thinking

"Hmmm. Maybe shang tsung's ending in mk11 wasn't actually that bad and maybe he was *gasp* actually right all along about some things?!"

I mean this isn't just me as a shang tsimp.

This is sadly kinda true. I'd rather take my chances with big shangus. Then a pompus(and pooly and backhanded written) fire god liu kang. (Which in itself is sad. Because he never wanted that. Forcing him into a role making him miserable. Completely bastardizing his character. All for what?! Not my liu kang nrs. Not my liu kang.)

Anyways. Back to shang.

Liu kang vs shang is a klassic rivalry. But its as only as good as you actually write them on equal footing. But the have never truly done that. Liu kang has always had plot armor saving him and shang tsung has the unfortunate boxing in of "bad guy i beat up. Twirly mustache" which is horrible because that's not what he actually is. (Worse more when tagawa-sama never wanted that character he played,nor any villain he plays to be that way. Its always some nuance to his characters he portrays. And he said in an interview. He grew up with wimpy asian bad guys. He never wanted to ever see that again. So if he IS gonna be a buy guy. He is gonna be THE BAD GUY. Plus he hated seeing so many stereotypes but he had to trudge thru to be able to help make a better representation and positive impact. Tho nowadays he plays sweethearts,like himself mostly. Great actor,AMAZING man. Really cool. But for them to continue to make shang a "wimp" or to be "beat up by the "good" guys" is awful and a backhanded slap to the character as a whole even outside of the amazing cary hiroyuki tagawas portrayal.)

Again liu kang should be able to barely BARELY win against shang. Even if granted god powers. Shang is a stronk ass mofo. Bad,mean,nasty,in a fight. He wasn't champion formerly for nothing. He wasn't mk tournament master for nothing. He wasn't granted a seat under shao kahns heelboot for nothing. Granted that wasn't much of a choice but survival. But thats for another post. Like shang tsung is a BEAST! Not a heavy hitter. Not a beast in a way thats a tank. But a cunning,ruthless,and calculator. An opportunist fighter. He's cold in a fight. Like gives you chills. The serpentine gaze ready to strike. You gotta be quick...or you'll die. You gonna be careful and level headed otherwise he'll take full advantage of that opening and your soul? Is definitely his.

Look shang dont fucking play. (There is nuance and context depending on the situation but for the most part depends on who he's fighting and what the story is doing but overall he is not to be underestimated at all!)

Shang tsung Wasn't an og big bad for nothing!!!!!

Shao kahn was only a bigger bad and problems later. Then it became.

Better the devil you know then someone worse. Then we start to see.

Well fuck shang tsung actually is the only thing preventing shit from getting worse!

So yeah....you kill him....

Quan chi gets more power. Shao kahn gets free range. Onaga....welp. you're screwed. Dont even get started on shinnok! Oof. All the other bads?! Yeah they are gonna get WORSE AND MORE TOUGH AND BE MORE OF A PROBLEM. and honestly it would make things harder for everyone.

Yeah so think about it.

Take shang out ,you fuck up a whole ecosystem.

He only feeds on souls and of what he needs. Dont prevoke the man he wont steal your soul and go on a killing spree sucking souls for spite.

For the most part shang is best left tf alone. So as long as he has plenty in his soul well. He'll be fine. But the man is paranoid,traumatized due to shao kahn,many other things perhaps from his past. Oof cue my backstory for the death of his mother and his attachment issues and fear of decay,meaningless deaths,etc

But for the most part if you are respectful to shang. He'll be respectful back. Be genuine,be honest,and it will get you far. Dont be easy gotten either. Make it a challenge. Again this man likes a reasonable chase. Likes intelligence(not necessarily book smarts but people smarts,emotional intelligence) he values these things.

I could go on about this characters brain soup. I could add n talk about so much character analysis for shang. Unf 💖

But I'll leave it simple

Nrs fucked up a perfectly good rivalry. A potentially amazing story arch. And two amazing characters.

In short....i bet that shang tsung ending sounds really good about now right?

#mortal kombat #vent #yeah im gonna be salty till the day i die #they did both sooooooo dirty #they did everything and everyone dirty #smfh #shang tsung

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odd bnha headcanons!

✎a/n: we had so much fun with these!! they're all just harmless headcanons that we thought of one day while joking around, so we thought to share them since we currently don't have time to write much^^

✰warnings: slightly nsfw

𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐢.

she is a huge vocaloid fan, but her favourite is hatsune miku!

mei has tried to make several miku-bots in the past to try and replicate her, but none have managed to reach the divinity that is hatsune miku herself.

she will continue to try and make the perfect miku.

𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐨.

mirio cries at sad pet commercials. all of them. even if they're completely and utterly horrible.

for example, that tiktok audio with the odd voiced-over dog: "I'm in heaven now!"... he cries at that too.

there could be a robbery going on, but that sounds more like a job for the police in his opinion. he's too busy scaling a tree to save a cat.

𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢.

he is a league-of-legends player

often plays with shigaraki, but he has absolutely no idea.

his online personality is the complete opposite from his usual self, and his every other word is a profanity.

𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚.

everyone looks up to a hero, but her idols are the dallas cowboy cheerleaders.

her secret passion is knitting!

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐨.

sero refuses to set things like keys and his wallet down, so he uses his tape to stick them to the wall! can't lose something that you taped to the wall, now can you?

if he doesn't have pockets, he just tapes stuff on himself or kaminari.

has taped kaminari to the door once. aizawa just sighed deeply and told them to pay for a new one, because they broke it while trying to get denki off the door.

𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢.

denki has a relatively popular tumblr account!

one of the things he posts on there is fanfiction and "headcanons" about the heroes from his generation (mostly his friends; there are a LOT of bakugou and sero scenarios)

(kaminari denki is the secret fourth mod of suneeater?! /j)

people comment things like: "wow these feel so accurate! its like you actually know dynamight lol"' and kaminari just giggles in his room, kicking his feet on his bed

he's also really good at writing. like... really good. there is a popular theory that he's a famous YA author undercover, when really he has just absorbed different writing styles. he's read more books than his classmates might assume^^

he has anime girl cardboard cutouts and obsessively plays dating simulators! his favourite ones are mystic messenger (down bad for 707 and ZEN) and doki doki literature club! (really likes yuri!! she likes literature just as much as he does)

𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.

has an only fans and she is thriving on there.

she could post a photo of herself wrapped up in a winter jacket, but her fans would eat it up, no complaints!

𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬.

his friends joke that he is totally into trees. he has neither confirmed nor denied this accusation.

if you cut him open, you can count the rings inside to see how old he is.

𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐬.

he has a nest in his apartment. no further explanation needed.

𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫.

just like his hair and facial hair, endeavor can turn his pubes into flames.

𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚.

aizawa listens to weird asmr to help him sleep.

his favourites include "kawaii catgirl meows you to sleep :3 no speaking!" and "cat purring sounds 12 hours"

he slides his phone into his pillows case and he's asleep almost immediately.

he absolutely owns a flask.

𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.

often comes out with a bunch of books and other trinkets that just don't have any value at all, just have his face plastered on it.

all might is a self help book author. most of the advice inside is something along the lines of "just smile!"

he often says "if you’re poor, just work harder" and cannot comprehend why poverty exists

if he didn’t suffer erectile dysfunction, all might would exclaim "I am arriving!" during sex

he’s got nasty yellow toenails like a true old man

which is how the all might pedicure arc starts

he asks midoriya to help him with it because he can't even bend down enough anymore:

‘deku… call my podiatrist. the number is on the fridge’

[the fridge covered in drawings and letters most of it is midoriya's fanmail. you can't even see the actual fridge.]

he wrote the number on the back of a drawing izuku made him - he uses midoriya's fanmail as paper - he knows he's gonna write more anyway

all might unironically makes poems, but they're super bad.

here's a sneak peek from his upcoming poetry collection "Always All Might, Never No Might."

꧁the sea is blue and the people cheer as i come down to swoop and save them the villain falls to his knees tears falling from his eyes i cough up some blood time is running out.꧂☆

#bnha #mha #mha headcanons #bnha headcanons #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #aizawa #kaminari #hawks #midnight #tamaki amajiki #mirio #all might

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“Even for an immortal, there was not enough time in life to waste it on hatred. On feeling it and putting it into the world.”

—Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

So, no one cares what I think, my blog has no reach, but I just wanted to talk about social media, and fandoms, and the A Court of Thorns and Roses series.

I read the series last year, because I wanted to read a contemporary fantasy novel that dealt with faerie lore, and this series had 4 1/2 stars on amazon and was continually in print for a number of years, so I was intrigued and decided to give it a try. I don’t have tiktok and don’t follow book accounts on social media.

I loved the faerie lore in the first book, but made the mistake of looking up fan art, and the direction of the series was spoiled for me. While I enjoyed the series, and read the original trilogy fairly quickly, there were parts that bothered me, or that didn’t make sense—largely because of the majority fan interpretation that didn’t match how I experienced the series. I definitely got Twilight, Buffy, and Vampire Diaries vibes. For me, it was clearly in the dark fantasy genre, and the insertion of real world values didn’t quite make sense to me the way it was done.

So, it was nice to find comments in reviews that felt the same. On here, and elsewhere. I was very isolated at the time, and this was a way to find a community. I was part of a fandom for the first time, writing fanfic for the first time.

But this other side—I don’t mean pro- or anti-, I mean that really nasty, bullying, bizarre side of the fandom—became more and more prominent. I just never usually inserted myself in it.

This is social media. This is internet comments. This is human nature to bully and pick on others while sitting on the toilet at work. It’s nothing new.

But it bothers me. It’s always bothered me that people take time out of their days to be like this. And I get why the majority of it is done—boredom, fun, a distraction. But it still bothers me.

And because this series tackles such serious subjects as sexual assault, trauma, mental health, abuse—those throwaway, bullying, trolling comments take on a very disturbing tone.

If you disagree there are the usual epithets; using the need to seek therapy as an insult, attacking someone’s looks, family—even if no pictures or info are known. Telling people to kill themselves.

But because of the insertion of an abuse/DV “very special episode” aspect to the story, the comments become specifically about abuse—so if you feel a certain way about a fictional character, you are an “abuse apologist,” or want to be abused.

The other day, someone I know was arguing in a post on Instagram by a couple’s book account, with thousands of followers. The post was about Tamlin, the linchpin of the bizarre nature of this fandom. She disagreed with the post, liked the character more than they did. She argued using points from the book, but they fundamentally disagreed—fine. This person can handle themselves. But the other person said something in their discussion that I’ve seen before, that bothers me:

“I hope you find your Tamlin in the world.”

The person who said this dislikes the character. It was meant as a passive-aggressive, dismissive comment. You think he’s so great, I hope you find a person that is horrible and abusive in real life.

And it bothered me, and I knew it wasn’t worth it, but I just didn’t want to let it go this time. This person was an adult, not an adolescent. So I said it bothered me, that I had seen that comment before and I didn’t like its implications. I waited for a response—and saw that I was blocked. I made no accusations, said nothing personal about them—just that, just because one disagrees about a fictional character in a fantasy world doesn’t mean they want an unstable, abusive partner in real life. That comments like that bothered me. (Probably more than the person I was defending.) But it bothered me. And I got blocked, for the first time.

And that bothered me even more. Did they think they were being attacked? I don’t know. But the comment is probably still there, and unchallenged, and they’ll say it again, as so many others have. And that’s the way fandoms are. But it bothers me. It bothers me that, after dipping my toes into a fandom for the first time, into being social, this is what it all leads to. And it’s not even exceptional. This is how it always is.

And, despite some frustrations, I enjoyed the books, or I wouldn’t have kept reading them. And it made me want to reach out, and be social, when I hadn’t for a long time. But this part will always make me extremely anxious, and it’s exhausting, and it’s disheartening when this is what it all leads to. That books that speak about not spreading hate can lead to such nasty, disturbing, bullying behavior. It’s not fun. And I don’t really want to be a part of it anymore.

#tamlin #acotar #fandom discourse

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twistedtummies2 · 1 year

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The Price May Be Right - Number 18

Welcome to “The Price May Be Right!” I’m counting down My Top 31 Favorite Vincent Price Performances & Appearances! The countdown will cover movies, TV productions, and many more forms of media. Today we focus on Number 18: Irontail, from Here Comes Peter Cottontail!

Whenever one thinks of the holiday specials of Rankin/Bass, one typically remembers their multitude of animated Christmas cartoons, such as “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer,” “Frosty the Snowman,” and “The Year Without a Santa Claus.” However, Christmas was not the only holiday Rankin/Bass played with. They also did several specials related to Easter, for example. By far the most famous of these Easter specials was “Here Comes Peter Cottontail!”

In this Easter classic, Vincent plays the role of a villainous rabbit by the name of January Q. Irontail. He is the scourge of the otherwise peaceful April Valley: a magical place that is to Easter Bunnies what the North Pole is to Santa Claus. It’s revealed that, years ago, this black bunny had his tail skated off by a careless child. He had it replaced with an iron bell, and this – apparently – is the reason he has become “a terrible, wicked, nasty rabbit” by the time the story begins. Irontail is the sworn nemesis of the titular Peter Cottontail (played by Shaggy himself, Casey Kasem); when he learns that Peter is about to become Chief Easter Bunny, he plots a scheme to take the role from him, so that he can remake the holiday in his own horrible image. Funnily enough…Irontail actually succeeds! A combination of Peter’s own faults and Irontail’s trickery leads to Irontail ending up the one who gets the promotion. However, thanks to the help of the magician Seymour Sassafrass, and a caterpillar named Anton (both played by Danny Kaye), Peter is able to use a time machine called the Yestermorrowbile (yes, really) to try and fix things. Irontail is wise to Peter’s own plan, however, so he proceeds to do everything in his power to prevent Peter from reversing things, which leads to a chase across the calendar into every single holiday. I’m just going to come out and say it right now: while Vincent Price was known for being a hammy actor (even by his own admission), this is by far the single most over-the-top performance I think he EVER gave. This is Price’s equivalent to Jeremy Irons in “Dungeons & Dragons,” or Tim Curry in “Freakazoid!” It’s a performance so completely and utterly INSANE that it becomes absolutely spellbinding in its wild intensity. Price isn’t just chewing the scenery behind the microphone, he is ripping it into bloody chunks and gulping them down whole. I am astonished the studio he was recording in didn’t just EXPLODE from the sheer level of lunacy he puts into every single SYLLABLE he utters throughout this whole special. It’s largely due to Price’s zany yet diabolical performance that Irontail becomes as memorable as he does. He’s easily one of my favorite villains from the Rankin/Bass canon: how many other Easter specials give you a villain who makes allusions to Poe (and kind of looks like a rabbity version of the guy, now that I think about it), and lets out peals of maniacal laughter while roaring at the top of his lungs, “THOSE EGGS ARE DONE FOR!!!” One way you can tell what Price did for the role is by looking at the (awful) sequel-by-the-same-name, which came out in 2005. By then, of course, Price was long gone. So, who did they get to play the role of the utterly demented bunny? Bond himself, Roger Moore, who plays the character with totally cool and calm sophistication. Normally, I would be okay with this, but in the case of Irontail? NOPE. YOU FAIL. Tomorrow, the countdown continues with Number 17!

#list #countdown #favorites #best #top 31 vincent price performances #the price may be right #vincent price #actors #acting #voice acting #rankin/bass #here comes peter cottontail #january q. irontail #irontail #tv #animation #number 18

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pansy : does your muse often reflect on their own actions ? do they ever think a lot about the past , and what they could have done differently ?

⊱⊳『 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆. 』

( Read the following with the fact in mind that he's been pulled from the REVELATIONS route of FE: Fates. )

𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃.

When you first "meet" Saizo in-game on the Revelations playthrough, you meet him before the paths diverge ( when Corrin is still, at the moment, sided with Nohr -- making Saizo a foe. ) He's been sent in by his liege ( alongside Kagero ) to dent the path of Nohrians and allow Hoshido to continue its trek. At this point, all you learn of him is his primary obligation to Hoshido as a retainer, and that he's a ninja.

The next time you meet him, he's at Fort Jinya alongside Yukimura, Orochi, & co to bolster its defenses in preparation for a Nohr-Hoshido war. You learn nothing new aside from the fact that he wouldn't trust anyone as far as he could throw them, and you leave feeling like you've made more of an enemy of him than an ally. Regardless, you still only know him as Ryoma's retainer and a hardass.

But the next time you see him? Third time's a charm : you learn something about him. That gnarly scar over his right eye that's rendered him half-blind? It didn't just appear one day ; he snuck into enemy ninja territory to avenge his father's murder ( by said ninja clan ), suffered a nasty wound, and didn't succeed in obtaining said vengeance in his childhood. The third time you meet him, he's rescuing Kagero and just about ready to pulverize Kotaro -- the man who killed Saizo IV. If he's the unit you use to kill Kotaro, he claims his vengeance is sated, and he "moves on."

𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐒.

You don't learn anything personal about Saizo until the third time you encounter him, and when you do learn about this impactful event, you then can pick up on just how much this failure has stuck with Saizo. Because you don't learn this until your third encounter with him, that delay in time would suggest that Saizo's PRIMARY obligation is to his liege ; his vengeance can wait. BUT, that want for vengeance is still VERY present and somewhat overlaps with his primary obligation. It has stuck with him for years.

And when something sticks with you for years -- especially something so violent and wrathful? It pervades your thoughts like pestilence and shapes itself in your bones. OF COURSE he's always looking back on that failure -- is he worthy of his titular name, passed down from the man he couldn't avenge? The father he couldn't save? Is the next Saizo really that pathetic that he can't avenge and bring honor to the man who should be alive to bestow the name upon him himself? And how does Kaze see it -- that his brother can't even save their father, only to become the next Saizo in his place like some replacement?

Maybe he should have stayed in Mokushu and fulfilled his vengeance or die having tried. One-eye-blind wasn't an excuse, the agony wasn't an excuse to flee like he had ; pure and white-hot rage should have kept him there and claimed vengeance or die trying. What Saizo can't even do that? How many generations of Saizos did he shame in that moment, returning wounded like some mangled pansy?

In his support chain with Azura, he offers her a salve to heal a nasty scar she's carried ; when she asks him why he hasn't used it on his eye, he simply claims some scars have to stay as reminders. At this point, he's taken a more reverent, less wrathful approach to his father's murder ( especially after achieving vengeance the third time you encounter him ), but the memories are there. So is the shame and the other horrible, gut-wrenching feelings that he suffered when he was younger. But his father's avenged now, and that has put aside a debt long-overdue so that he can focus on his retainer duties and his liege.

( HOWEVER, as for if he thinks about his actions before they happen? Sometimes. If there's a solid time period where he can plan his traps and attacks, sure. But, even then, he's not known for sticking to a plan unless Lord Ryoma himself gave him the plan. He's more impulsive than levelheaded, but that doesn't mean he's less observant/less reliable. He's going to get the job done, it just won't be in a predictable way -- and it'll often be rash if his temper's flared up. )

#⊱⊳『 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐘𝐑𝐄 』( HC. )#//godspeed if you read this. it wasn't supposed to get out of hand sdlfsdfo

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eurydiceshadowsong · 6 months

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Eurydice ShadowSong oc introduction

I forgot to make an introduction for my wizard Eurydice lol

I made 3 different character pages before coming to one I liked lol (even though Golem Minion is Myth only, and it's the favorite spell of a Fire wizard??? Eh whatever) Now here is a long lore piece. It's technically capable of being two separate posts, but I preferred them being together because I am lazy (and personally found the third person one to be boring by itself) Can't wait to wake up tomorrow and notice something about the story I want changed, even though I triple checked it to make sure I liked it lol ______________________________________________________________

Deep within the crystalline halls of Nidavellier, under chilly Grizzleheim, roamed Rune-Master Konur the Young. Before he bested Hragar in a battle of wisdom and took his name, he spent hours carving runes into one of the many halls of the labyrinthe Winterdeep Warren. The runes dictate the instructions to install life into things that seldom have it. However, it is unlike Myth's imaginary input, or Storm's creative mechanations. Yet, with the nasty and powerful Grendel Jotun taking command of the Hall of Valor, and his brothers Ullik and Grettir moving into its adjacent Helgrind and Winterdeep Warrens, Konur's runic message (and how the spell worked) was left unread for centuries to come.

One day, an old wizard, wise beyond his years, by the name Merle Ambrose, visited Grizzleheim. He came to Grizzleheim in an effort to understand the lore of runes. Even though Konur was long gone, the knowledge of runes remained well-used in Grizzleheim, as the Bears, Wolves, and Ravens use them consistently. One of many Mystic Ravens, Kol ShadowSong, offered to teach Merle. With soft words and days of patience, the lore of the Runes was passed along.

With plenty of warnings prior, Merle ventured into the Winterdeep Warren in search of Konur's runes. Having made him temporary invisible to avoid the grendels, he found the the runic message about installing life, still eligible on the crystal walls, and studied it. Though his time was cut short as he did not want to alert the grendels. Long ago the first mother of Grendels had asked all things to swear an oath to not hurt her children, and all but the Spider Queen refused. Now, the only thing that can harm a Grendel is a spider. Merle fled from Nidavellier back to the surface, to continue his lore-research, and even begin speaking of trade with the bears of Grizzleheim. After his trip to Grizzleheim, he returned to Wizard City. He enchanted one of the many Wood Golems in Golem Court with these runes, and the runes gave it life-like features. Merle named him Patrick, and that was how he lived for many years. ______________________________________________________________

. . . I've been resting and studying in Wizard City. It's really cold outside there recently. I wonder if my nose will freeze off like Kelvin's, but I am currently residing in Krokotopia to talk to Niles. The temperature here is scorching and I think I may burn. I hear it is hotter in some places of Mirage, I pray to Lady Nightstar I do not go there soon. Perhaps being a fire wizard will protect me from being set on fire, or the runes on my body will prevent me from being set on fire. Headmaster Ambrose has notified me of my origins as a Wood Golem, which I wonder about a lot. Is the runic transformation the reason for my weird eyes? And why am I so sensitive to noises and things that touch my 'skin' if I am a robot (as the Marleyboneans call me)? I do not look like a golem, but I am not exactly human either, I wonder if I am the only one of my kind around. On a slightly different topic, I've yet to adjust to my new body fully, even though the Magic Mirror made the feminization of my body as seamless as could be. I've taken the name Eurydice, from the Greek Story, as well. Niles is very supportive. That makes me happy.

I have done a horrible job trying to segway out of my rambling thoughts back to the topic I wanted to write about. I was wondering how much one's school truly matters. Is it predetermined, or something people can choose by their own will? Are more childish and deceiving students likely to be Fire or Myth, while the mature and patient are Ice? I hear many negative things about Death wizards, but they don't seem all that bad to me. Even Mortis the Death tree is quiet nice and not as annoyingly vague as I would expect. Fire wizards are noted to be quick to anger and easily passionate, but I wonder if they are childish and deceiving as well. With spells like Fire Cat and the playful Fire Elves, and the trickster Helephant and Efreets. Does Myth (which comes from Fire and Ice) take from the deceptive nature of Fire? Much like it may take from the patient nature of Ice? Or do Fire wizards have no such nature, as they are an elemental school? I've been talking with Niles about this for a while now, but I have yet to reach a definite conclusion. It seems one's chosen school is very complex.

I wonder if me being a Pyromancer means anything about my personality, or if I just like it because it had my favorite color and theme. The Book of Secrets assigned it to me, but were those questions really enough to know for sure? 11/12/2023 -Eurydice ShadowSong

(I rewrote the backstory like 3 times before finally doing it in a way I actually liked. Btw Konur is actually a character in Wizard101 lore, but he gets mentioned in one of the Grizzleheim lore books and literally nowhere else from what I've seen. And despite her being a golem, I Hocused Pocused her at the Magic Mirror so she is literally trans lol. I just have attempted to write that as something that is well accepted and not out of place in the Spiral.)

(And Fun fact: Her red/blue clothing is not because of her name lol. I chose the colors when I first made her since I thought they are my favorites [and men couldn't wear pink]. It was just a hella coincidence that a boss I have personal history with in my favorite world just so happened to have my color scheme and a last name I could also choose to have.)

Here's another image I don't have the Blue Moon staff I am working on making a green colored pet (preferably a Crop Watcher) to help make the Hunter's Moon Staff fit in I'm rgb now

#wizard101 #w101 #wizzy101 #I really got so curious about Wiz lore #I made my own Wiz lore #To complain about Wiz lore not making sense #Her character book refers to her as a robot/android in her race #but I changed it during the lore so that she is more of a runic-enchanced golem instead #so oops #but I don't wanna rewrite that book to fix it cuz Im tired so eh

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