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tsarisfanfiction · 27 days

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The Best Teacher

Fandom: Trials of Apollo Rating: Gen Genre: Family Characters: Kayla, Yan, Jerry, Will All new Apollo kids have to have their archery skills vetted. TOApril 2024 has begun and this time I plan on actually taking part, so here is day 1 - Missed Target

“Have either of you shot before?” Kayla asked, turning to face her two newest siblings. Perhaps she should have asked that earlier, before leading them to the archery range and putting bows in their hands, but who said she was the best person to be doing this?

Well, she was the best archer in camp, so of course she was.

Kayla steadfastly ignored her spectating brother from where he was pretending not to watch behind the waiting line. Will might be head counsellor, but he was not the best archer in camp.

Yan shrugged. He – they, she corrected herself – held the bow she’d given them up, inspecting it. She hadn’t given them anything complicated; camp default was the longbow, which was very much a point and shoot type of bow. Powerful, but easy enough for most demigods to get the hang of. “Once or twice,” they said in a dismissive voice that meant either they were lying, or didn’t think it was important.

Next to him, Jerry was plucking at the string of his bow – composite recurve, because he was a bit younger and smaller and longbows were tall – absently. “Nope!” he said cheerfully.

Well, Kayla had had worse students – ones that had shot before and thought they were good at it, until she caught sight of their form and realised it was a miracle they hadn’t hurt themselves trying to draw their bows. Not used to shooting meant blank slates.

“Okay,” she said. “In that case, part one – safety rules at the range, before our big brother yells at me because I forgot to say something and someone gets hurt.” She intentionally didn’t look towards where Will was sitting with Nico. “This is the waiting line. Don’t step past that unless you’re about to shoot.” She pointed at the line closer to the targets. “That is the shooting line. While doing range shooting, you stand on that line and do not cross it under any circumstances while anyone has a bow in their hand.”

“What about non range shooting?” Yan asked, and Kayla shrugged back at them.

“That comes once you can range shoot well enough to not kill anyone,” she said. “So, who’s first?”

“Me!” Jerry shrieked, throwing his hand in the air at the same time Yan said “age order,” and stepped up to the waiting line.

Kayla should have expected that, really.

“Experience first,” she decided. “Jerry, stay there and watch.” The British boy pouted but Kayla ignored him as she led Yan up to the shooting line.

For demonstration reasons, she’d passed over her own bow in favour of a longbow. The smooth European yew felt different in her hand to her usual carbon fibre, but it was still instinct to raise it and draw back under the close watch of her new siblings.

“Let it settle,” she cautioned. “Then one… two… release.” Her arrow thudded into the centre of the target, burying itself halfway to the fletching. “And finish like this.” She held her position for a moment, letting Yan take it in before relaxing.

“I got it,” they said calmly, and before Kayla could even say anything, they had their loaned longbow at full draw, steady and with beautiful form.

Before she came to camp, Kayla would have thought Yan had lied about how little they’d shot before, but she knew better now. Things didn’t always follow logical sense for demigods, and being able to perfectly draw back a longbow when they were a child of Apollo was hardly surprising. Yan didn’t count out loud, but they didn’t need to. Kayla saw the bow settle as the draw weight sat into their back muscles, and the moment it stabilised, they released.

It wasn’t a perfect shot – their technique was, but they clearly needed to work on their aim a little – but their arrow buried itself in the inner red ring of the target.

Another archer sibling. Kayla grinned and handed them another arrow. “Again,” she encouraged, and they obliged with a grin of their own, smaller than hers but she suspected no less maniac. It was a thrill, feeling the bowstring sing and knowing that the arrow was going to land exactly where it had aimed.

Yan’s second shot was closer, breaking the line between inner red and outer gold, and Kayla knew it wouldn’t take much more practice before they were hitting gold every time – and once they could do that at greater distances, it would be time to move on to combat archery rather than target archery.

Kayla was delighted, but before she could give Yan another arrow, Jerry made his presence known behind her.

“When’s it my turn?” he demanded, and Kayla realised she couldn’t expect him to keep waiting. Maybe he would be another archer sibling; she’d like that. Most of their cabin were healers and musicians before they were archers (she carefully didn’t think about why) – and if she was honest, she’d like more siblings that could help her support their dad, if he ever came back and brought more enemies with him.

“Now,” she said, handing a few more arrows to Yan. “Keep shooting,” she told them, confident that they wouldn’t hurt themselves if she looked away (anyway, Will was there if something did go wrong).

Jerry bounded over the shooting line, looking eager – more eager now than he had before Yan had shot, and Kayla couldn’t quite forget that the two of them had arrived together, had reportedly known each other for some time before discovering they shared a father. He made impatient grabby hands for an arrow, and Kayla gave him one.

Instantly, she could tell that Jerry was not an archer first and foremost. He fumbled the nock against the string a couple of times before it finally caught, and when she had him mirror her at full draw… There were things to work on.

Before she could step closer to him to correct his stance, he let the arrow fly, jerking back awkwardly at the bow’s recoil, because he hadn’t been stable at all, and the arrow predictably responded in kind.

Kayla didn’t see where it landed, because she was too busy looking at Jerry, but she noticed the distinct absence of the thunk of an arrow hitting a boss. Instinctively, she winced. Missing the target entirely was embarrassing, especially as she had them set so close to the shooting line for initial lessons.

Jerry looked like he was about to cry, and Kayla was not equipped to deal with crying younger brothers, so she hurriedly stepped up to him and started nudging his feet with hers.

“Let’s fix your stance before you try again,” she said, gripping his shoulders and twisting his torso until it was straight, side on to the targets. “Feet wider… wider… wider… okay, that’s good. Head…” she put her palms either side of his face and carefully directed it to look straight at the target without twisting the rest of his body. She nocked the next arrow herself. “Draw back… Elbow up. And back more. More… more. Use your back muscles, not your arms, it’ll be easier.”

After some poking and prodding, she had Jerry standing at full draw in something that looked reasonably like it was supposed to – not perfect, but that was going to take some work, she accepted with some internal dejection. Just because Da was a coach didn’t mean she was a good coach. Teaching people to shoot was far harder than shooting. “And release.”

There was at least a thud of contact this time, but when Kayla turned to look at where it had gone, it had still landed outside of the target sheet, barely hanging on to the edge of the boss.

Jerry burst into tears.

“It was better!” Kayla tried to reassure him. “It’ll just take some practice!” Behind Jerry, she could see Yan approaching, looking distressed at Jerry being upset, and this was way out of Kayla’s wheelhouse.

A hand on her shoulder pulled her back slightly and she glanced up to see Will smiling at her gently. “I’ve got this,” he promised. “You take Yan.”

“But-” She was the one that was supposed to be teaching them. Will wasn’t actually supposed to be there at all, and he certainly wasn’t supposed to be taking over teaching when he was the worst archer in cabin seven!

Well. Second worst archer, now.

“I was that bad when I started,” Will told her, his voice raised enough that Jerry and Yan could hear him, too. “I’ve got a few tips and tricks that I was given back then that helped me, so they might help Jerry, too.”

Kayla hated that she could probably guess who had given Will those tips and tricks, because she’d noticed that he had a habit of not naming their dead siblings ever if he could help it. He’d mention names she didn’t recognise, ones that had left before she’d arrived, but the ones that had died?

Introducing others to the archery range always made her think of Michael and the first time he’d introduced her.

“Go on,” Will nudged her. “Go have fun with Yan. I’ve got Jerry.”

It seemed wrong, leaving the two worst archers together, but maybe Will had a point, and Kayla really wasn’t equipped to deal with Jerry’s tears – or the frustration she was going to feel when Jerry kept struggling, because she could admit she wasn’t the most patient demigod in the world. Not even close.

“Okay,” she caved, passing the spare quiver to Will and persuading herself that she wasn’t giving up, she was just being smart, and Yan still needed some tips on aiming, if nothing else. “Come on, Yan, let’s get your aim perfect.”

“But-” they protested. Kayla ignored it and grabbed their arm, pulling them back to their place on the shooting line.

“Will’s got Jerry,” she assured them, and Yan hadn’t been in camp long enough to know exactly what that meant, but they knew that Will was head counsellor – and sure enough, already, Kayla couldn’t hear any more crying, just a low murmur of reassurance from their big brother.

She tried not to let it get to her when, despite still not managing anything better than the outer black all session, Jerry still looked far happier with Will’s tuition than her own.

Will was just like that.

#trials of apollo #trials of apollo fanfiction #riordanverse #riordanverse fanfiction #toapril #toapril 2024 #kayla knowles #toa yan #toa jerry #will solace #cabin seven

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what-in-the-gloobie-glob · 6 months

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Heavy mw3 spoilers (tagging bc its only been a day since full access) soap/interactions characters had with soap

Before the rest of the post I just want to say that I am aware that news has been going around that the game ended up getting rushed due to activision pushing dates(?) Or whatever (idk I haven't read into it)

I have an actual problem with soap's death. And I mean, I feel like it might have been more acceptable for everyone (including die hard cod boys or whatever) if there was more purpose to it. Or even if it was just... more cinematic (?)

It was so lackluster, and I understand the whole "It's supposed to be realistic" but it's a game. The entire point of it is to be entertaining, it doesn't matter if it isn't realistic, because it's supposed to immerse and entertain the viewer,and catch their attention. This death... was not that. Infact it was any thing but that.

It didn't even feel like there was an out of game purpose for it. If it had been at the beginning of the game, at least then the game could have been "revenge" driven. You put it from anyone's pov and (without even making it gay) you could have an emotional drive for revenge. (Of course I AM going to make it gay because that who I am). And if it's kept at the end of the game they could just play up the cinematics a tiny bit, and boom, payer satisfaction. But nope

Now lets go back to if it was the beginning of the game. I'm only gonna focus of the remaining main 3 of the 141.

If soap died at the beginning, the game could be largely price's pov. And we already know in the original price saw soap as a son figure. So just copy+paste character dynamics, and oop, you've got a more immersive emotional connection that draws the players in. It gives the character (price) a motivation, which can also explain some of the OOC behaviors that are exhibited in the game. Because Price is supposed to be this confident, level-headed leader. And the entire game he feels off, unsure of his own decisions, and he makes decisions that arguably are illogical for someone of his rank to make.

Onto Gaz. He seemed too stoic, and cold for this game. If soap had died at the beginning, it could be explained by him being angry and vengeful, and shutting off his emotions. Think about it, he lost a fellow Sergent, whom he'd thought of as a brother. That does things to a person. But they didn't do that so we just got what feels to be an ooc gaz, with minimal interaction with soap who he called a brother. Now I realize that calling soap his brother could just be a term of endearment or whatever, but it anything it felt like a desperate grab to make a last connection between the player and the character by showing a "deeper" connection (which wasn't there). As a side note, when I say gaz feels ooc I mean that in mw it seemed (to me) that he thought about his actions more and their impacts. He didn't just follow orders blindly like a good little soldier, like in this movie. In mw he was more self-righteous (if that's the right word) and he seemed to care a lot more for how his actions would have an impact on the world/people that he was fighting for.

And then we have Ghost. And sorry to sound repetitive but the interactions with him and soap were lackluster. We can start with the fact that there was very little interaction between the two, much less than in mw2 obviously, but I just want to point out that it ALMOST feels like Shepherd had more screen time than the two did together (to me). I know that that isn't true but that's how it feels. And we have even less meaningful interactions. Sure we have ghost and soap interrogating milena but they didn't interact all that much, and we have SOME banter but not a lot. We also have ghost claiming soap to go with him before they drop onto the island, and them pairing up after the vidcall with Shepherd and graves. But that's basically it, aside from soap's death scene (not including the flashvack because they didn't really interact much/the same way). Also I don't know if anyone else felt like this but to me it felt like their banter/interactions were too stilted/formal for the level of acquaintance that they are. Especially after Las Almas, and the game implies that they have fallen into a routine of going on missions together since then, and their conversations/interactions don't feel like they're at that level of knowledge of eachother that they should be at.

I'm putting soap's actual death and aftermath here since I have misc. thoughts.

I want to point out the parallel between laswell and hew wife disapproval with smoking, and Ghost with johnny (i know it's veen pointed out before) but it basically confirms soapghost/ghoap

Also ive seen it pointed out that ghost checked soap's pulse to check if he was alive, even after he was shot in the head, he also pats soap chest like he's teying to confort him.

I also want to point out that at no point between soap dying and the bomb does ghost say anything about the bomb, nor does he go gelp gaz stop it. I get that the point is to force the player to stop the bomb, but they could have added it as a non-canon ending where he was too late or off time with gaz and thus the bomb still blew up. But no. He just says by soap's body the entire time...

Ghost was also apparently the one in possession of soap's ashes, AND the one to spread his ashes, which seems too intimate if activision was trying to stomp down ghoap.

Also I thought soap was catholic, so in my mind, I would have expected maybe a small (possibly unmarked) grave, instead of cremation (im not entirely sure on catholic funeral rituals, so don't come at me if this is wrong). And to me soap's character seemed like it should have been buried instead of cremated and forgotten to the wind (personal preference) but I think he should have had some spot on earth that was his to remember him.

And I'm not gonna say the ashes scene was lackluster, or rushed. Because it wasn't, but it did feel like it was an emotional grab. And it just felt off in general.

Ok that's all I have

#call of duty mw3 #mw3 spoilers #mwiii spoilers #cod mwiii #cod mw3 #mwiii #mw3 #call of duty #john soap mactavish #captain john price #simon ghost riley #kyle gaz garrick #soapghost #ghostsoap

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fishfingersandjellybabies · 8 months

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I have this concept in mind that Damian even without Batman and the brothers in his life, Damian would end up giving up the League of Assassins doctrine in some point

It was just going to take longer than it was in the canon, I can see that over the years Damian was slowly realizing that killing wasn't going to solve anything, that staying there wasn't going to help him in anything, that that "love" that his mother it wasn't right, that lifestyle turned him into someone without emotion and empty

So Damian, seeing no more meaning in those empty words, programmed acts and violence for meaningless violence was just going to get up and walk away on his own

This was going to happen when he was 16/17 years old. He would realize that that anger he held inside of him wasn't going to solve anything and that desire to please his family was just a tool to keep him as an object (secretly Damian always knew this, just admitting it hurts so he always avoided confronting that thought)

So now you have Damian on the run from the league of assassins, living like a normal person and trying to be invisible. Damian has no desire to get to know Gotham and Bruce's other children (yes, Damian is aware of Batman and his father and all the rest - that's another painful part of his life that he intends to ignore). As Damian does not go to Gotham, he prefers to visit more unusual places so as not to attract attention from the League of Assassins or superheroes until he meets Jon through a terrible accident

As we know Jon gets involved with political stuff, global warming, social causes and stuff

Well, there's a war going on somewhere and now he has a group of refugees in danger. Damian decides to act like a mercenary and protect that small town full of innocent people (he's trying to redeem himself for the crimes he committed) and then Jon arrives to save the day. be superboy

they meet there, Damian doesn't say anything about his past and who he is, but Jon falls in love with the mysterious mercenary with the green eyes, and they end up having a brief relationship together. Jon wants a serious relationship, but Damian denies it, thinking it's stupid

The war ends and Damian leaves, leaving a saddened and hurt Jon behind

Years later (now both with 27) the Justice League listens to the rumor that Ras is dead and the new king commands the League of Assassins, it just makes everyone nervous but since the new leader does nothing against the world, everyone starts to ignore it until the day that a League of Assassins infighting ensues

Former loyal members the old doctrines don't like the new king and started attacking civilians, the justice league gets involved to protect the civilians and then Jon arrives to find Damian leading the attack against the former traitor members

I like to think that in their brief time together Jon gave Damian a dark green sea stone as beautiful as his eyes and Damian gave Jon a gift too, a drawing of the place where they first met

both still keep the gifts and even after so many years they still think about each other. Jon has no hope in finding that handsome mercenary again and "hey! He is actually the new cult leader who everyone is talking about!"

I really love this idea because Damian unlearned everything alone because he wanted it, after that angry state in his young age (that anger is just a trauma response to me) he just realize how fucked up everything was then "nope thanks" and stand up and leave

I'm sorry for bothering you with this but I want to share it with someone. I hope you have a good day and rest well - 🌻

not a bother, I love hearing new ideas! And this one seems so fleshed out, so you've clearly thought it about it a lot! Are you going to write a fic on it? That'd be cool!

But I agree and I think that's the best thing about Damian? Is that there's always that feeling that he would move on eventually/help people, with or without Gotham. He is inherently kind, and that's the coolest part about him. Despite all the anger and skills and trauma, he is kind and he always will be. bad writers be dammed!

And then Jon sees that and gets that and is just so mystified by this boy who is happily standing up to the world ALL BY HIMSELF like...fuckin' whoa.

But then it's almost a 'secret royalty' situation and Jon finds out not only about his League lineage but BATMAN and is like 'shit he's even cooler????' and then to see him be a hero still even after all that is like. He's smitten and there's nothing he can do about it.

love it, thank you for sharing it with me!

#jondami #damian wayne #jonathan kent #au chattering #asks #anon

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romantichomicide95 · 11 months

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FIRDT OF ALL CONGRATULATIONS ON 700 FOLLOWERS!!!! Secondly can i please request for Apocalypse by Cigarettes after sex with Gojo Satoru, if possible?

Gojo x Reader- Song Drabbles

This song is about letting go of heartbreak and the feeling of being let down. I love this song and this band so much.

Apocalypse- Kisses on the foreheads of the lovers, wrapped in your arms. You've been hiding them in hollowed out pianos. Left in the dark.

The world was changing before you. A feeling of uncertainty blanketing every day. But you had one constant in your life, one person who made it all worth it. Satoru Gojo.

You were a new teacher at Jujutsu High, you’d heard his reputation. He was the strongest sorcerer in years, cocky attitude, goofy demeanor, most people thought he was annoying. But you found him almost endearing. As you got to know Gojo better, you realized that there was so much more to him than just his cocky attitude and reputation. He was fiercely passionate about his work and determined to protect the people he cared about. He wanted to forge a better future for his students, one where they didn’t make the same mistakes as the elders. You admired him for that. He was also incredibly gentle and kind, with a heart full of love that he didn't often show to the outside world.

The day he asked you out you couldn’t contain your excitement, smiling ear to ear, and you’d been inseparable since. The other teachers couldn’t believe someone had finally locked him down . You never would have guessed upon your first meeting that Gojo would be the one who held your heart in his hands, making it beat faster with every touch, every smile, and every moment spent together.

On this particular day, you were both laying in bed, listening to music, his big strong arms firmly wrapped around you, pulling you as close as humanely possible to him. You look up at him to see his beautiful sparkling blue eyes, glistening like the ocean. They were always so captivating, sometimes you’d find yourself lost in their depths.

“If the world ends tomorrow, I want to spend my last day with you," he said, his voice soft and gentle.

You smiled “I feel the same way Toru.” You snuggle in closer to him, feeling his warmth and the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. Your thoughts wandering to the love you felt for him, how he’d become everything to you…and more. The only thing that truly mattered to you.

“Not that the world is going to end. I’m too young and pretty to die so soon.” he says, and you didn’t have to look at him to know the cheeky smile he’d have planted across his face. He was right though, he was pretty. And right now you were safe in each other's arms, and you knew that nothing could ever change that. As long as you and Gojo were together you could face anything. Even the end of the world.

“You are very pretty Toru.” you giggle, as he places his warm hands under your shirt, drawing circles on your back. If the world did end, you’d be okay if your last moments were anything like this.

“Not as pretty as you princess. Well maybe almost.” You blush at his words, feeling a rush of warmth spread through your body. His deep laugh sends shivers down your spine, making your heart skip a beat.

"Stop it," you protest, trying not to smile but of course not succeeding.

He chuckles, watching you with a twinkle in his eyes. "What? It's true," he says, grinning. "You're the prettiest girl I've ever met."

You roll your eyes playfully, but you can't help but feel a burst of happiness flood your body.

"I think you're just saying that to flatter me," you say, trying to hide your smile. “Or your trying to get sex.”

He shakes his head. "Nope, I mean it," he replies, “I don't think I've ever met anyone as kind, smart, and beautiful as you.” he pauses, “but if I wanted to get you naked, is this working?” he adds.

You rolls your eyes and playfully slap his arm. “It might be working, just a little bit.” you giggle. At this he flips you over so your underneath him, his large body hovering over you. His eyes gazing into yours.

"I love you. ," you say softly, reaching up to caress his face with your hand.

“I love you to angel.” he says, “now about getting you naked.”

#jjk gojo #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #satoru gojo x reader #gojo x reader #gojo fluff #saturo gojo fluff #satoru gojo fluff #saturo gojo x reader #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #gojo jjk #gojo x y/n #✌🏽🫶🏽

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mythica0 · 4 months

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Can you do a fic of the digital circus in a tickle fight?

Chaos

🎂:TADC

🍫:everyone

🧁everyone

Summary: When Caine and Jax get bored, they decide to team up and stir up a little bit of a friendly battle amongst the circus, and cause a little chaos!

Chaos

‘Ahhh, a quiet day. Finally’ Zooble thought as she lounged in the main area of the tent.

‘…..wait. It’s quiet. Something bad is going to happen, I can feel it. It’s never quiet.’

He sighed and assessed the room around them, trying to see anything out of place that could be a trigger for a classic Jax-prank, or any sign of another ridiculous adventure by Caine. Then she noticed why it might be a little quiet.

“Uhh… guys? Where is Caine and Jax?” They spoke with suspicion as they continued to dart his eyes around the space.

“Uh… I don’t know,” Ragatha chimed in, “come to think of it, I don’t think I’ve seen either of them today.”

A hum of confirmation came from Pomni. “Me neither. I wonder why?” She paused for a moment.

“Kinger? Did you see anything?”

The chess piece stuck his head out of his pillow fort. “Nope! I’ve been working on rebuilding my fort! …. What are we talking about?”

“Uhhh… nevermind.” And they continued in their quiet.

***

Meanwhile, In another room in the tent (Jax’s room, to be specific) a little chat was going on.

“So we both agree it’s been too….. calm.. around here recently. I haven’t gotten to see enough funny things happening to people!!” Jax spoke with his signature grin.

“Absolutely! And besides, I think everyone has been a little down in the dumps recently! And I know just the thing to cheer them all up!” The ringmaster of the circus replies enthusiastically.

“…. And cause a little chaos in the process, right?” Jax smirks, to a nod from Caine.

Caine leaves over to whisper the plan to Jax, even though no one else is around. “So here’s what we’re gonna do ….”

Jax’s smile somehow grew wider. “… oh. This is gonna be good”

***

After a while of sitting in peace and quiet, the noise appeared, startling everyone. A sharp squeal erupted from Ragatha, drawing everyone’s attention.

“Hey! Who did that!”

Then, while everyone was confused, Pomni doubled over in giggles.

“Hehey! Whahat the heheck!”

Finally, the mischief makers showed themselves, and shouted- “TICKLE FIGHT!”

The two immediately pounded on the nearest player to them, causing Pomni and Ragatha respectively to burst into giggles.

Caine drawled teasingly-“it’s more fun if you participate~!”

“Ohoho yeheah!” Ragatha shouted defiantly, reaching up and squeezing Jax’s side.

He squeaked slightly and let go of her, grinning even wider. “Theheheres thehehe sphihirit, dohollfahahace!”

Pomni, however, was a little too embarrassed to fight back. Zooble, seeing this thought to himself.

‘You know, this adventure isn’t so bad. Maybe I’ll participate.’

They walked up sneakily behind the ringmaster and shoved their hands into his underarms, causing him to bark with laughter and curl in on himself.

“Learn to tickle someone your own size!”

“Thahanks zohohooble! …wahait wahas thahat a shohort joke?!”

Kinger, hearing the commotion, emerged from his fort to see the other members of the circus engaged in a massive tickle fight. He told Gangle, who was helping him build his fort as a way to calm down from a random cry she had, and she smiled.

“Sounds like fun. We should join.”

“Okay!”

The two crawled out and jumped in to the pile of pixels on the floor, and their laughter soon joined the rest.

“Take that Jax! This is for always breaking my mask!”

“Ehhehehey gahahangle! Quhihit thahat!”

“I’ll help you Jax!” Kinger called jokingly, poking gangles … rib(on)s.

“Ehee! Trahahitohor!”

“We never said we were on a team, gangle.”

The entire circus was engulfed in noise and laughter the rest of the day, and at the end they all sat down at dinner full of giggles and laughter.

“Well, I’d say that was a successful plan, would you dentures?”

“Indeed!”

“Yeah, it was kinda fun.” Pomni spoke nervously.

“Definitely wasn’t the worst adventure you’ve ever made, Caine.” Zooble chuckled.

“Maybe sometimes it’s okay to have a little chaos.”

———THE END————————————————

#parrotwrites #sfw tickle community #tadc tickles #ler!everyone #lee!everyone

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heyiwrotesomethings · 1 year

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ShinoMitsu Week 2023 Day Three

A/N: Modern AU for this one. I know they had photography in Japan by the time Demon Slayer takes place, but I had a very specific idea in mind. Hope you like it, thanks for reading! Word Count: 2,000

Mitsuri hadn’t meant to arrive so early, but her mom had sent her on her way because she was digging a trench into the floor with her anxious pacing. Now she found herself sat on the couch of the upstairs apartment where the Kochou family lived above their family pharmacy, stuck between Shinobu’s sisters with Shinobu herself nowhere in sight.

Apparently she was helping her dad with some sorting and wouldn’t be back up for a other hour or so, and that was how Mitsuri became the hostage of Kanae and Kanao, but honestly she was more so trapped by the older sibling than the younger who seemed content to simply watch her eldest sister cook.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you Mitsuri!” Kanae had smiled, pulling Mitsuri around wherever she saw fit, taking full advantage of Shinobu’s absence. “I was beginning to worry that Shinobu had made you up!”

“Ah, nope! I’m real. I’m sorry for not finding the time to introduce myself sooner.” Mitsuri apologized contritely, but Kanae would have none of it.

“Oh, it’s not your fault, I’m sure. I know how Shinobu is. She can be such a handful sometimes, always overcomplicating and overthinking and so, so stubborn.” Kanae took Mitsuri’s hands in a gesture of gratitude, “She is very thoughtful and sweet underneath all of the angst, so I’m very glad you gave my grumpy baby sister a chance, you really are a saint, Mitsuri!”

“I- I don’t know about that!” Mitsuri blushed, hoping Kanae couldn’t feel how sweaty her hands were becoming.

Then Kanae got an evil glint in her eye that Mitsuri had seen Shinobu herself have on occasion, usually when she was about to verbally destroy someone who absolutely deserved to be taken down a few pegs. But whereas Mitsuri grew to love that cunning look on Shinobu, on Kanae she felt a measure of fear. Mitsuri gulped.

“Speaking of my grumpy baby sister, I know just the thing we can do until she comes back,” Kanae grinned, pulling Mitsuri to sit on the couch beside her, “Kanao, could you bring over Shinobu’s photo album, please?”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Kanao was right to be a little hesitant, but Kanae promised to take full responsibility for whatever happens. Whatever that means.

So that was how Mitsuri found herself in the middle the her girlfriend’s sisters, Shinobu’s photo album on her lap while Kanae shared stories and turned each page, making sure to point out the cutest and most embarrassing pictures as if Mitsuri hadn’t already been guiltily burning the images into her brain to forever hold and cherish. She prayed that Shinobu would spare her life for her transgressions.

Shinobu had been premature baby, and needed extra oxygen in the hospital. There were a couple photos of her with her head beneath a plastic dome that provided her with the extra oxygen she needed.

“I thought it looked like she was going to space,” Kanae chuckled, “so I started calling her the astronaut baby.”

Shinobu had been so tiny that her father’s arms nearly engulfed her in one picture. Her little hand too small to fully encircle her mother’s finger in another. Even in the arms of a four year old Kanae she looked like a doll.

A little further along was Shinobu at three in mud-caked overalls with the biggest grin, hands full worms and pill bugs.

“Shinobu has always liked bugs a lot, I see.” Mitsuri smiled, “On our walks, she always stops to put the worms back in the grass after a rainy spell.”

“Some things never change.” Kanae shook her head fondly, looking down at another picture of Shinobu chasing her with the same handful of bugs.

So many pictures, so many stories. Shinobu with her sisters, making a sandcastle at the beach, playing in the bathtub, cute Halloween costumes, first day of school, cute scribble-y drawings that Shinobu’s drawing style still matched to this day, missing baby teeth, friends and extended family, track meet ribbons, report cards, science fair projects, family camping trips, all the way up until the day of the science club’s first place win at the regional academic conference a few weeks ago.

“Thank you for sharing this with me. It’s been a lot of fun.” Mitsuri was positively glowing with happiness, “I feel like I know Shinobu even better now.”

“The pleasure was all mine. If you want, you could save any of your favorites to your phone.” Kanae offered.

“Really?! I’d love too, thank you so much!”

“I think you two are playing with fire.” Kanao cautioned, eyeing the clock.

“You’ve been enabling us, Kanao. You have just as much a part in this as we do.”

“Shinobu won’t get mad at me. She always knows who the true mastermind is.”

From the entrance hall they could hear the door begin the rattle before swinging open, a familiar tired groan followed the closing of the door soon after.

“It’s been nice knowing you, Kana-nee. It was nice to meet you, Mitsuri.” Kanao settled comfortably on her portion of the couch, watching the two older girls try to speed through the album while Mitsuri snapped several photos, unwilling to go without them even at the possible cost of her own life.

“It’s always like ‘If You Give a Mouse a Cookie’ with mom and dad,” They could hear Shinobu gripe as she kicked off her shoes, “They ask you to do one thing, and then another and another, there’s always something else! They have two other daughters sitting upstairs who aren’t expecting company, you know.

“Speaking of which, when Mitsuri gets here, you can make your introductions or whatever, but if you try to embarrass me in any way, I will…” Shinobu paused at the doorway to the living room.

Her eyes fell on Mitsuri first, how could they not? She wasn’t worried about Kanao, but long had she been exposed to Kanae’s terrible influence? For a moment, she stared back at the owlishly round eyes of her older sister and her girlfriend, before she heard a rustle. Mitsuri’s eyes flicked to her lap and Shinobu heard several clicks of a camera shutter before Mitsuri’s eyes darted back up to meet hers.

Slowly, Shinobu’s stare lowered to Mitsuri’s lap and she blanched when she saw the thick book resting atop her thighs. Her gaze then dragged upward to Kanae’s.

“Careful Shinobu,” Kanae chuckled nervously, “we wouldn’t want you to pop a blood vessel… again.”

“Start running.”

Kanae squealed, flipping over the back of the couch as Shinobu lunged for her. She crawled over the couch as Kanae ran to her room, Shinobu probably would have caught up if she didn’t stop to snatch the photo album from Mitsuri’s lap along the way. Instead she ended up running into the door just as Kanae closed it.

“You’ll have to come out of there at some point!” Shinobu warned, smacking the door with a threatening thud.

“Please, Shinobu, show your sister mercy!”

“The only sister I have is Kanao. You will be dead by morning!”

“Shinobu, please don’t kill her!” Mitsuri pleaded, “She was only helping pass the time until you could come back.”

“She could have suggested a game or turned on the tv! She deliberately chose to humiliate me!” Shinobu countered, now very red in the face.

Mitsuri jogged over to Shinobu, cautiously touching the shorter girl’s tense back, “You shouldn’t feel humiliated, Shinobu. I love every part of you, and being able to see so much of your life laid out so plainly for me to see is something so precious to me that I will treasure it until the day I die.”

A muffled ‘aww’ could be heard from Kanae’s room and Shinobu pounded her fist against the door in warning before slowly turning to face Mitsuri, though her eyes still fluttered over the ground and her cheeks were still beet red.

Mitsuri coaxed Shinobu’s gaze upward with soft fingertips to her chin and jaw. Then she kissed away the vein that strained so visibly against Shinobu’s forehead that it was borderline concerning.

“I am sorry that I looked at your photos without your consent. Could you ever forgive me?”

Shinobu bit the inside of her lip and nodded meekly softly after. She could never be mad at Mitsuri, try as she might sometimes to put her foot down. Mitsuri had a her wrapped around her finger since day one and she was lucky that Mitsuri seemed to use her power over her sparingly.

“It’s strange,” Kanae hummed, “It’s pretty quiet out there, but I swear I just heard the crack of a whip.”

Shinobu pivoted quickly towards the door, “You’ll be hearing the crack of your door getting pulled off of its hinges if you don’t shut the hell up!” She warned.

“Hey, Shinobu,” Mitsuri wrapped her arms around Shinobu from behind, tugging her away from Kanae’s door, “If you promise not to kill your sister, I’ll let you look through all of my baby pictures the next time you come over. That way we’ll be even, right?”

Shinobu exhaled, relaxing against Mitsuri’s chest. She would really, really, really like to see Mitsuri’s cute little round face…

“It’ll take a lot more than that to atone for all of Kanae’s transgressions against me, but I suppose this deal will stave off her execution a bit longer.”

“You’re a real life saver, Mitsuri!” Kanae praised, “When the time comes that you want to get married, you have my blessing.”

Before Shinobu could lunge for the door again, Mitsuri easily pulled her away, “Hey Nobu, why don’t you show me your room! I’ve been looking forward to meeting Fugu personally. Kanao told me about the caterpillars you guys are raising in there too, I’d love to learn all about them.”

“Yeah? Okay, let’s go.” Shinobu thought about it briefly before untangling from Mitsuri’s arms, taking her hand instead, she lead her to the next door that was her and Kanao’s room.

Once Shinobu had some cuddle time with Mitsuri to help her cool off, and the Kochou parents closed shop for the day and came up to make dinner, Kanae felt it was safe enough to rejoin the family. But she did use Kanao and Mitsuri as body shields just in case Shinobu got any ideas.

Mitsuri had a lot of fun getting to know all of Shinobu’s family over dinner and games. She was already looking forward to spending more time with them in the future. As Shinobu was getting ready to walk her home, Kanae sidled up to her and whispered in her ear,

“Next time I’ll bring out the home videos. Just wait until you hear what her first word was, you’ll just die.”

Mitsuri really couldn’t wait to be invited back and she would be sure to arrive extra early.

“Kanae didn’t say anything weird to you just now, right?” Shinobu asked, eyeing Mitsuri suspiciously as they walked down the sidewalk hand in hand.

“Nope!” Mitsuri squeaked, her tone and sweaty hand giving her away.

Shinobu groaned, bumping her head against Mitsuri’s bicep, “You’re going to owe me a lot more than baby pictures if I ever find out what she’s plotting.”

“Every bit of me is yours. You can ask for whatever you want from me as penance in return for whatever trouble Kanae gets us into.”

Shinobu smiled shyly before she sighed and shook her head, nuzzling Mitsuri’s arm, “Just remember that you owe me baby pictures. In fact, I think you owe me every cute picture and video of yourself that you can find.”

“I will have them all laid out for you tomorrow.” Mitsuri promised.

That night when Mitsuri had crawled into bed, she practically had to smother herself to keep her squees of delight quiet as she rolled around beneath her covers and scrolled through her phone, trying to decide which of Shinobu’s precious photos to change her home screen to.

#demon slayer oneshots #kny oneshots #shinomitsuweek2023 #shinomitsu #shinobu x mitsuri #shinobu kochou #shinobu kocho #mitsuri kanroji

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sigery · 6 months

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I was thinking about Chaos trapping Black Star in some cuddles again last night. Dug through my drafts today to copy + paste the relevant bits of the thread (sorry Honey & Cider, you two got cut)

This was the thread between me (blue) and @amphiptere-art (orange). Will build onto my thoughts shortly... well hopefully shortly

I was going to say I hope Chaos approaching doesn't make Black Star nervous anymore since Gluttony told Chaos that Black Star's original universe was very very similar to the one from that KC & Blood Moon video so Chaos wants to give Black Star the parental affection he must have been denied... but Chaos is probably going to be more worried about Honey and Cider

I mean, Black Star isn't as nervous around Chaos as before. Suspicious but not cautious. He definitely would be furiously curious why chaos seems to be cuddling them. He is fine. He does not have crisis's.

Gluttony has a little smirk as he tells Black Star, Chaos decided he needed some cuddles... and he may have found the sams channel.

Black Star is drowning in Chaos cuddles still confused why he's getting the cuddles. Shouting at gluttony to save him. He doesn't need cuddles!

Gluttony: Chaos cuddles are inevitable. Just relax till he's done. The more distressed you are, the longer he will hold you

Black Star is still going to grumble and struggle stating that he does not need cuddles. He wants to be let go now! Just kind of struggling with chaos before he finally stops in a heap of anger.

Blue Moon can't free himself from Chaos, what makes you think you could Black Star. Nope, unless Chaos is the one to cause severe distress and someone else comes for his cuddle buddy, they are stuck with him till Chaos is satisfied.

Black Stars all huffy once he realizes there really is nothing he can do to get chaos to drop him. Just grumbly telling Chaos that he is fine. He still does not know why they're even hugging him.

Black Star is trapped till Blue Moon comes along and is now upset that he is cuddling his dad. Chaos can hold both of them, so he's not sure why Blue Moon is 'jealous'.

Full moon would definitely get jealous of a chaos cuddling black star. Black Star should not they're getting cuddles. They don't deserve any. Blue Moon would just the wiggle his way into the arms. Blackstar telling him to stop shoving and just help him out. Hoping to use blue moons movement to wiggle himself out.

If Black Star does manage to escape, Chaos will whine. He won't chase him at the moment, cuddling Blue Moon instead. However Black Star's cuddle timer has merely paused and Chaos will find him later to finish things up, possibly with added extension to make sure the affection soaks in.

Black Star just snuggles away. For a moment thinking He is safe. Only for that not to be true. Getting found by Chaos later for snuggles. Snuggles he will desperately try to run away from.

Chaos has long legs and needs to snuggle a 'lonely' Eclipse. He will not be avoided.

Goodness, One of these days chaos is going to find out about Black Stars firm belief that he has no friends and family that love him. That day will be the day he hates himself. Because he will be drowned cuddles.

Black Star comes to the rle castle a few days later and his room has been moved. And by moved I mean Envy basically cut it out and moved the whole thing so now Black Star's room is closer to Chaos'. The biggest difference is the pile of blankets on the floor so the cuddle pile will at least be in Black Star's own space for his comfort (despite not being cuddled would be preferred). There are also sticky notes with positive affirmations stuck all over the room. Maybe some drawings from Kitten, Glitter, and Hourglass on his desk.

#rle #chaos #crossover stuff #black star #oh and including part of the reply I never finished

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elvensorceress · 1 year

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Wednesday is for the WIPs

tagged by @lostinabuddiehaze @dickley-buddie @rogerzsteven @spaceprincessem @fatedbuck @spotsandsocks @prettyboybuckley @confetti-cupcake @monsterrae1 @zainclaw @bekkachaos @deluweil @rewritetheending @gayhoediaz 🥹💕 I love you all so much!

tagging @messyhairdiaz @swiftiediaz @gaydisasterdiaz @blutterlie @alyxmastershipper @jobairdxx @ajunerose @the-likesofus @ashavahishta @sibylsleaves @fleurdebeton @shortsighted-owl if any of you haven’t already and want to share something 😘💕

Unless You Ask Me To is way out of my control now. It was not even 20K in the first draft! 🙃 The rewrite is asdjfksl who even knows. But have some more because everything needs more Karen Wilson.

As soon as Christopher reaches the front door, Eddie kneels and hugs him as if they’ve been apart for years. Chris pats his shoulder in a placating way but also gives him a, “Dad. It was two days,” and wriggles away so he can seek refuge and peace in his bedroom.

It’s fine. It’s all fine. Because Eddie shuts the front door and reaches for Karen before she can go back to her car. He urgently motions her closer and leans down to whisper to her as if someone might somehow hear them. “He told me he loves me.”

She gives him an odd look. “Who? Chris?”

Eddie huffs. “No.”

“No? Oh. OH.” Karen’s eyes grow wide and then she turned her voice to hushed, conspiratorial tones. “The boyfriend? He loves you?”

The boyfriend. His boyfriend of four months. Who is sweet and considerate and patient and nerdy and fun. And all Eddie can think about is how the only time he’s thought it, mentioned it, felt it— is when he confessed that love? Love to Eddie, for Eddie? Love means Buck.

“Yes, the boyfriend,” Eddie tells her. “He told me he loves me.”

“Awww,” she smiles proudly like Eddie is a child who’s shown her the messy, scratchy drawing he’s made that she knows is objectively terrible but is maybe subjectively adorable and makes her sentimental. “That’s great, Eddie. Good for you. I’m happy for you.”

At least someone is.

It’s not that it’s a bad thing. It’s a very good thing. He likes Raúl, he likes being with him. Dating is fun and enjoyable for once, and they just had a perfect, romantic night away together. Unless you factor in the fucking panic attack. There’s that little tiny detail.

He should be happy. Eddie wants to be happy. He shakes his head and just feels even more guilty and terrible about it.

“And you said…?” Karen waves her hand— either like she’s confused and wants to know more or like she’s conjuring a spell that will put him out of his misery. He hopes it’s the latter.

Eddie pushes his tongue to the front of his teeth. “He told me I didn’t have to say the same. Or feel the same. I don’t know. He’s very casual and nonchalant about everything. I kissed him and we just—” Eddie shrugs because he doesn’t know. He doesn’t know how to feel about this because he’s much too busy feeling like a failure for being unable to have sex.

Feelings and emotions are full today. He’s way over capacity. They’ll have to try again later. Except not. They should not try again later because he’s tired of feeling anything. They can fuck off forever.

Karen shrugs back. “And you just—? Fucked? Or no, made sweet emotional love because he loves you?”

Jesus fuck. Eddie holds up a hand. “No. Nope. No, because that’s the thing. That is the thing. I can’t— I-I don’t? We haven’t. Not because he’s a man. Just to clarify. It’s not that.”

“Oh,” she says wisely, knowledgeably. “Is it because you were Catholic?” It sounds like it’s a tragic disease he used to have. The way she says it. And… well. Maybe it was. But that’s still not the problem. “No sex before marriage? No marriage that isn’t a man and a woman? God will cry, you’ll burn in Hell, all that bullshit? Is that it?”

“No. Nothing like that.” Although he can’t say it’s very helpful to think about? “I just…” He looks around even though there’s no one who can hear them, no one near his front door, his neighbors aren’t out taking walks or doing yard work, and there’s no way for anyone to know what he’s going to say. But he has to make sure. “The last time we talked about love? Was when I told him that I’m in love with Buck.”

Karen’s eyes widen so large, they just might pop right out. And then she has to glance around, too. Like she’s also wondering if anyone was around to hear what he just told her. “You told him you’re in love with Buck? You’re in love with Buck?”

Why the fuck did he think it was a good idea to bring this up? What in the hell was he thinking? He pinches the bridge of his nose and then tells her. “It was months ago. I had feelings before I even met Raúl and I told him about it because I didn’t want to be dishonest. I was expecting to break up, but he basically said, of course I was in love with Buck and he already knew, from the beginning. But it wasn’t a dealbreaker because we could still build something together if we wanted to because— because I know Buck doesn’t—”

Karen raises an eyebrow and gives him a narrowed, suspicious gaze.

“Even if he feels something. He’s not ready. He doesn’t look at me or think of me like that. He doesn’t want a relationship right now.” And Eddie would fuck up not just everything for Buck and Christopher, but the strongest most necessary support beam relationship in his whole life. Because that’s all Eddie ever does is fuck up every single potential romantic relationship he ever has. “I don’t want to fuck that up. I can’t ever fuck that up. Love doesn’t mean it will work. It doesn’t mean it’s a good idea. I can’t… I can’t.”

“Okay…” Karen seems to accept that. For now.

“Anyway, the point? I like him. Raúl. I like him a lot. I love being with him. I really do. I’ve never actually really enjoyed a relationship. And I told him the thing that I told him months ago. Because I had to be honest. And I’ve been trying to commit. I am committed. I am. I want to be with him. But— but the last time I talked about love, it was, ‘I love Buck.’ And— and—”

Karen tips her head to the side like she can decipher all the secrets of the universe just by looking. Who knows. She’s a literal rocket scientist. She might have that power. “And you still love Buck. How could you stop loving Buck.”

It’s not a question. She doesn’t even say it like a question. It’s a fact. And it will always be a fact.

#buddie wip #poor Eddie always going through it #wip wednesday #911 #fic: unless you ask me to #jenwyn wip

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bronzeagepizzeria · 6 months

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20 QUESTIONS GAME

Thanks for the tag @nodirectionhome-ao3!!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What's your total AO3 words count? 81,583

3. What fandoms do you write for?

doctor who and harry potter, as of now. i do have a few x-men fics in the works!

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Of Thorns and Roses: tenrose; arranged marriage au

The Surrender: tenrose; shag or die

Dimorphous Expressions of Positive Emotion: tentoorose; babyfic

One Day Closer To Death: tenrose/tentoorose; post JE reunion

The Seduction Pit: tentoorose; ood sex talk crack fic

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

almost IMMEDIATELY haha. as soon as i post/update i be refreshing that inbox :')

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

as of right now, it's got to be One Day Closer To Death. the ending is still canon compliant w.r.t ten’s arc in the show, i just wanted to give him a little closure. but it made me saddddd.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

probably this little microfic? it’s just a fluffy slice of life thing about mia’s first play.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

nah. i’ve got maybe one or two slightly odd comments but not outright hate

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?

i have tried it a handful of times and i think there’s loads of scope for improvement so i’ve got to keep practicing. as for the kind, erm, f/m i guess?

i only have one m/m ship at the moment and i don't usually think of them in smutty ways (it's the angst that draws me in lol) but never say never, i think.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

no, and i don't know if i ever would...i love playing in the sandbox of AUs but a full blown crossover doesn't appeal to me at the moment

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

probably not

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

nope

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

co-writing one right now with @thirdeyeblue for the tentoo gift exchange! also working on a jily one with @joyseuphoria but we've yet to make proper progress xD

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

i'd have to say doctor x rose. i've had a lot of ships and usually i move through them super quick so the fact that i've stuck on for 3ish years is a big deal!!

cherik is going up my otp scale rapidly as well

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

i AM going to finish my WIPs. manifesting

16. What are your writing strengths?

i think dialogue, mostly. i think (hope) it’s usually in character and it flows quite decently. i watch a lotttt of movies so it comes to me more easily than other parts of writing

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

i feel like a lot of my descriptiveness is lacking? like it just comes across as filler, or it’s too expository. i also can’t write actions 🫠

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

i am fluent(ish) in a few languages other than english but they almost never come up in fic lol. but if i had to include a foreign language, i’d either write it from the pov of the character who doesn’t know the language (and gets it translated from a third party) or i’d have to consult someone who could help me out with the language

19. First fandom you wrote for?

when i was 12 i wrote a chris hemsworth x reader fic on wattpad 😭 the first proper “fandom” was probably x-men. i hand wrote a bunch of logan lives (logan-2017) fics in my diary lmfao

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

god. idk😂 nothing at the moment

Tagging: @thirdeyeblue @nostradamus0 @naaer @demdifferentstories-29 @ashesandhackles

#tag game #my fic #tenrose

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bonesrbleaching · 4 months

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HEY HEY HEY !! TELL ME ABOUT SABLE!! SHAKES U!!! 🚗 CAR — does your oc have a driver's license? can they drive/operate any automobiles/machinery besides cars? 💯 HUNDRED POINTS SYMBOL — share three random facts about your oc that others may not know. 🐉 DRAGON — what is your oc's favorite mythical creature? 🤍 WHITE HEART — what are three of your oc's neutral/questionable traits? ☕️ HOT BEVERAGE — does your oc prefer coffee, tea, hot chocolate, milk, water, or some other drink? how do they like to take this drink (ex. coffee with milk, hot chocolate with whipped cream, a specific kind of tea, etc)? 😞 DISAPPOINTED FACE — does your oc attract others, or do they tend to be left alone? 🤒 FACE WITH THERMOMETER — does your oc get sick easily?

Answer as many or as few as these as you'd like :3 Heheh

omg i thought i answered this earlier... oh well

🚗- old man CANNOT drive! back in his acting days he used to travel overseas by boat but once on land he's either being driven or relying on his teleporting boyfriend good pal kung lao or raiden

💯- 1.) due to him dying in a fire, hes uneasy around scorpion at best; 2. ) the blonde streaks in his hair only appeared after he died! before his hair was solid brown; 3.) he nests like how sables do (but with blankets and pillows) especially when hes stressed or anxious. he will pull his friends into a nest with him if he feels especially unsafe or panicked.

🐉- hes biased, but ghosts. what can i say. if he had to pick something different though.... maybe vampires? hes got sharp canines too :3

🤍- OOOH this is a good one. 1.) he's extremely prideful, and doesnt take defeat/loss easily. he believed he was the greatest actor in his troupe, and now hes determined to be considered the best fighter in all the realms.; 2.) he can put on a facade. years and years of being an actor has done some damage to his self-projection. especially if hes trying to hide a weakness or anger, he turns into a whole new person. it can be really frustrating. ; 3.) he doesn't know when to stop. whether its training, or teasing someone, or trying to vent his frustrations, he is full speed ahead. he needs someone to tell him when hes taken things too far.

☕️- he likes green tea!! spending time in america also introduced him to the magic of remix coke machines so theyre his guilty pleasure drinks. they will give him a horrible tummy ache though.

😞- despite his flaws, he is at heart an entertainer and he tends to draw people in. hes a bit of a social butterfly!

🤒- nope! due to his weird dual nature thing he has going on, hes still sort of... dead. so it'd have to be some weird magic happening to get him sick.

TYSM THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN TO ANSWER!!!

#lolaa.txt #TJEFAIFHEIOS #oc: sable

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skyshipper · 1 year

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15 questions 15 mutuals

Tagged by @shirks-all-responsibilities 🥰

1. are you named after anyone?

Nope.

2. when was the last time you cried?

Oh god, probably a few days ago. I cry easily, either from being happy or sad, or just because I watched something that made me all emotional. I’m a total weeper!

3. do you have kids?

Nope. We thought we wanted kids and kept putting it off. Then tried when we were older and it never happened for us. And to be honest, I’m so, SO glad we don’t have kids. We’re both really, really happy being child free!

4. do you use sarcasm a lot?

Not really. I appreciate it when well-utilized though.

5. what’s the first thing you notice about people?

Kindness. Rudeness and/or arrogance is such a fucking turn off.

6. what’s your eye colour?

Blue.

7. scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings all the way!! I have enough shit to deal with in life, why would I want to be scared in my free time? Tbh, I dislike scary stuff, mostly because the plot is usually ridiculous and unrealistic. If it’s well done then maybe.

8. any special talents?

I don’t think I have any special talents. I’m quite boring.

9. where were you born?

Wisconsin. My whole family still lives there but I moved to Maine almost 15 years ago. I’m forever in search of a realistic way to move abroad. I dream every day of living in Scotland. The dream!!

10: what are your hobbies?

Gif making, of course! I also love cooking, hiking with my dog, and messing around with pottery, photography and life drawing.

11. have you any pets?

My first dog, Walter!!! He’s just over a year and a half. He’s so much work (way more work than I anticipated) but I love him so much. He’s an Llewellin Setter and I totally underestimated how hard a sporting breed dog would be. Plus he’s my first dog EVER. I never grew up with pets and was afraid of dogs as a kid. He needs a high amount of exercise in order to be chill, which on one hand is great because it makes me exercise, but also.....I’m so fucking tired. Like, all the time. And we walk/get outside in ALL the weather......rain, snow, super cold.....we’re out there. It’s made me appreciate the seasons and nature way more though!

12: what sports do you play/have you played?

Zero. I hate sports. I actually hate competition because I’m always way too concerned someone’s feelings might get hurt. I’m such a weirdo. I was a quiet, studious kid who liked art. I’m still like that now.....haha.

13: how tall are you?

5′3″

14. favourite subject in school?

Art & History

15. dream job?

Full-time working artist! If I could find a way (i’m trying for real) to make a full-time living just making art in my studio everyday I would be SO FUCKING HAPPY.

Totally no pressure tags if anyone wants to do this: @teamnick, @the-blind-assassin-12, @something-tofightfor, @sirtadcooper, @300mirrors, @phantomviola, @userdjarin, @trashcora, @user-kestis

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wedreamedlove · 2 years

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[FIC] I Love You 115 (10/115)

Rating: G Characters: Osborn/Reader Word Count: 1060

A/N: Inspired by a Tea Break moment.

Summary: There are a lot of sayings about moles.

"Give me 5 more minutes." You glance at the reflection of the man leaning against the bedroom doorframe in the dressing table mirror while smoothing out your foundation.

"There's no rush, take your time," Osborn replies, his mint-green eyes full of interest as he watches you.

"Aren't you bored? You can play on your phone, you know?"

You're not entirely sure why Osborn enjoys watching you do your makeup before you two go on a date so much but, almost without exception, you can find him hovering around you whenever you're getting ready. At the beginning, his staring made you nervous, which has led to one or two incidents of him teasing you and you attacking him with makeup in revenge, but gradually you grew used to it and he also ended up with general knowledge of what all the brushes and bottles on the dresser are for.

"Nope, I like to watch."

You joke, "Keep staring and you'll get sick of the view one day."

"Impossible," Osborn's answer comes firmly without hesitation.

You dust more setting powder than is needed onto your cheeks to hide the heat that rises there. "Such a sweet mouth."

"Why does that sound familiar?" He laughs lowly, "Do I get a reward?"

"Complimenting your girlfriend deserves a reward?" You pretend to be angry and turn your head to glare at him in person instead of through the mirror.

"Of course not." He raises his hands in surrender.

You harrumph in satisfaction at his attitude and then turn back to finish your makeup. But, at the very last second, after taking another glance at Osborn through the mirror, you grab your eyeliner and place a dot right below your left eye.

Osborn blinks. "Why did you draw a mole on your face?"

"Of course it's to be like you~."

He looks you over slowly, eyes lingering on the spot where you drew the mole, before he says teasingly, "Miss Directionally Challenged, do I also need to teach you left from right?"

"Hehe, I just knew you'd say that. This is where you don't understand, it's all about the aesthetic!" You hop up from the chair of the dressing table and run over to him to drag him to the full length mirror set beside the walk-in closet and place yourself on his left side. "Look, the moles are balanced with yours on the right and mine on the left. And then..."

You circle around to his other side and tug him down so you can press your cheeks together, aligning the moles. While doing this, you also take out your phone from your pocket and snap a photo of the two of you.

"See! Now they fit perfectly!" You do a quick crop and edit before sending a copy over to Osborn's phone.

In the photo, you're grinning brightly at the camera while Osborn has a small smile on his lips. From this angle, the two moles on your cheeks are actually barely visible but you still stare at Osborn's face, lost in thought.

Osborn rubs the top of your head gently. "That's a serious look. What are you thinking of now?"

"Do you know what they say about moles?"

"Can't say I pay attention to those kinds of things."

Such a straight man. You click your tongue inwardly and put your phone into your pocket before you turn to face Osborn, reaching up to tap your finger on the beauty mark below his right eye. "Moles near the eyes are called tear moles and supposedly signify bitterness and suffering in life."

His long and dark eyelashes quiver at the presence of your finger near his eye, but he still looks down at you, motionless and quiet. In this moment, you don't need to read minds to know you're both thinking about his mother, about Yu Da Academy, about Ye Chuan, and about the bounty hunter guild. Suddenly, his mouth starts to curl into what you know will be a sardonic smile, and so you take your finger off his mole and press it against his lips, stopping the motion.

"I don't like that saying though, I like this one better. That every mole on your body represents someone who loved you in your past life." Your finger lifts from his lips and drifts down to his collarbone and then his waist. "Boss Osborn must have been dearly loved in the past."

What you don't say is that you hope you will also appear as a mole on his body in his next life to prove that your love for him is enough to be carried on. So that, wherever and whoever he is in the next life is still accompanied by a memory of you, even if neither of you remember this.

Osborn's eyes have darkened into a color that is more gray than green, as if there is a storm brewing behind his eyes. You two know each other well enough that, although he cannot tell exactly what you're thinking of, he also knows they aren't entirely happy thoughts. His arms, which already wrapped around your waist at some point, tighten fiercely and your lower halves are pressed flush against each other. Still though, his voice is light compared to the gravity in his eyes.

"Whatever was in a past life has nothing to do with me now. I only need you in the present to love me." He thinks for a moment and then lifts a hand to tap the dot you placed under your eye with a chuckle. "But I also like this saying, because that means Lil' Xiao Five's mole is one that appeared because of my love for you."

You open your mouth to object to that weird reasoning, except you realize that it actually makes a strange kind of sense. You only drew this mole under your eye because of him. You start laughing together with him. "OK, OK, I can't outspeak you. Let's get going before we're late to the movie."

As you grab his hand and start to walk towards the front door, you feel him automatically slide his fingers between yours, interlocking your fingers together and clasping the heart of your palms together. What's past is past and the future is indeterminable, so he's right, you will just cherish the present you have with him.

#光与夜之恋 #light and night #LN Osborn #LN Xiao Yi #series: i love you 115

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misscrazyfangirl321 · 11 months

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Hbd and sunny: get out of here.

At last, the follow-up to Poor Penny and Damien's Horrible No Good Very Bad Day (feat. bonding)

He finds her in the office, bent over some files, flipping through them with a determined look on her face. It's a look he knows all too well; he wore it himself once, some thirty years ago. She wants to fix the unfixable, to change what is already firmly set in place.

"Get out of here," he says flatly, without as much as a greeting. He will not let her become him, no matter what.

"I have to find out who did this." She doesn't even look up. "I have to stop them. I can't let them hurt anyone else, I-"

"We'll stop them. But not tonight. It's late; you need sleep."

She swallows. "I can't sleep. If I sleep, they might hurt someone else."

It's been days. Days since she and Damien were taken. Probably days since she's had a good night's sleep. No wonder she's barely making sense. "Listen, you need to-"

"I need to stop them. I thought you of all people would understand that."

The words land squarely between his ribs, and for a heartbeat, he cannot breathe, cannot think, cannot do anything but stare in horror, struggling to fit the cold words into the warm young woman that he knows.

Then she stills and looks up at him, face suddenly pale. "I'm-I'm so sorry. I didn't-I just meant because you're so determined to close cases, not-I didn't mean-" Tears well up in her eyes, and he forces himself to exhale, to let the pain wash over him and out.

"My wife's dead." He tries to keep his voice even. "Damien's not. So get out of here; he needs you with him, not here, buried in paperwork."

"But-" She's trembling, and he really wishes Ellie was here. She'd know exactly what to do, what to say, to fix this. He's a jagged blade meant to help a butterfly, and he doesn't know how to do anything but cut. "But it's my fault. They took me, but he-he could have gotten away. He almost did. But they put a gun to my head, and he-" She falls silent, burying her face in her hands, as the pieces fall into place. Then he sighs.

"It wasn't your fault-"

"It was!" She can scarcely manage each word. "So now I have to stop them, before-"

"Hey." He aims for gentle but firm, though Ellie has always been better at that than him. "He's alive. And he'll be a lot more upset if you're not there when he wakes up."

She says nothing, just continues shaking, and he tentatively steps toward her. Slow, uncertain, he reaches out, resting a hand lightly on her shoulder. That's how this comfort thing is supposed to work, right?

Her head lifts, eyes red and puffy, and she stares at him for three long seconds, until he's almost ready to yank his hand away and swear off doing the whole comfort thing at all-

And then he finds himself with two arms full of human. She clings to him, face buried in his chest, openly weeping against him. Oh; okay. That's... Not really in his wheelhouse. He clumsily brings his hand up to rest against her back, patting a couple of times for good measure.

"There, there," he tries, and she actually laughs, loud and sharp, bordering on hysterical.

"You are... Really not good at this," she whispers, taking a steadying breath, and he winces.

"Nope."

Then, so soft he can barely hear her- "Thank you."

She stays there for nearly two minutes; he watches the clock, the second hand ticking along, as she holds onto him for dear life. Then, at last, she exhales, releasing him and drawing back. Her face is still tearstained, but her expression is clear. Calm.

"I'm going to head to the hospital." Whew; his work here is done. "You should come with me."

W-why on earth would he do that? "I'm pretty sure I'm not the one he wants to see," he points out wryly, making his way to his chair.

"Eleanore will be there."

Of course she will be. All her life she's wanted a family, but for whatever reason, she's never had one, and now she treats Damien and Penny like the kids she never had. She'll be up there until he's well, fretting and worrying about him. "You two can keep each other company until he wakes up."

The look she gives him is wry, far too sarcastic to fit on her face, with just a hint of genuine amusement in her eyes. "Pretty sure I'm not the one she wants to see."

It's a ridiculous comparison, and he opens his mouth to tell her so, but her expression turns pleading and he gives in with a sigh. "Fine. But I'm driving."

#heyyyy guess what i rewrote the ending to this like three times bcs i REALLY wanted hbd to #find out about sbd's feelings for him here but the ending kept fighting me #like 'no this isn't about them.'#so. uh. have that slightly abrupt ending #anyway did anything think damien was dead?#i doubt it but i'm curious #deteggtives #answered #thanks for the ask!#lattes of love #my fics #my writing #mine #right on schedule captain

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adrienaline-rushed-art · 2 years

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Daughters (2020)

I didn't expect my full art comeback to be anything other than ML but I've found myself binging a Thai series (Daughters/Sia-Dai) starring one my faves, Kitty Chicha, because you know... I miss seeing her in Girl From Nowhere which isn't due to return for another half a year or so.

Anyway, enjoy these characters I drew entirely from memory! I didn't even let myself check if I got the hairstyles right, I like to learn how to draw someone by first seeing what I can do from my mind.

This series, Daughters, is really making an impression on me. First of all, these characters? My kids, I must protect them. So far my thoughts are that it seems like the same concept as Euphoria. I couldn't get into Euphoria but I get the general idea and Daughters captures the same thing. The difference is it feels more raw. It isn't as iconic and beautifully shot, but it feels so real. The kids feel real. It makes the circumstances hit harder and the consequences more devastating in my opinion. I think the biggest thing is the acting is more convincing. This isn't to say Euphoria acting is bad, it's stylistic. This type of theme is easy to romanticize, and I don't think it's possible to with Daughters because of the realism. It takes place in Thailand in the 90s, so it isn't going to be as attractive to American audiences... but I really think it deserves attention. The performances are fantastic and the story hits exactly as it should. It's fascinating how the narrative doesn't entirely take sides. Favoring the fate of some characters for moralistic reasons... nope it really said "that's life" while also making a point on the way to live. Like Euphoria, it has plenty of dark themes, so proceed with caution if you decide to watch. I couldn't find it on a streaming platform, but you'll find it if you search "Daughters 2020" or "Sia-Dai 2020".

#daughters 2020 #siadai2020 #sia-dai 2020 #kitty chicha #thai series #fanart #kitty chicha fanart #pat chayanit #fluke natouch #digital art #art #cass arts #i realize i got some of the school uniforms wrong and they should be long sleeve but by the time i remembered i didnt feel like fixing it #some of the faces feel exactly right and others feel a bit off but in general id say i remembered pretty well!#i also tried some fancy lighting lol i hope it looks good my eyes have looked at it too long to tell

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id-rather-be-an-outsider · 1 year

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Inktober

summary: Carmina Mora finds an interesting challenge on the internet and decides to participate in it.

word count: 625

a/n: I wrote this story as a Valentine’s Day gift for my writing club! Love Miss Carmina 💕

Ink black fog. Shifting, reshaping, reforming, flowing like a soft stream. Dull, vacant eyes, glassed over. The caws of crows filled her ears, first in a trickle, and soon becoming a rapid torrent, like the raging river below the DeathLeap. But Carmina knew that the soft stream and the raging river were nothing but different parts of the same whole. And the river flowed black. Black with ink, and black with the feathers littered across its surface, hidden in swaths beneath the brine.

A voice. “Carmina!” She whipped her head around. It was her friend. They smiled, relieved. “Lost in thought?”

Carmina shook her head. “No. Found in thought. I’ve just been inspired to make another piece.”

They grinned. “If only I could be fueled so steadily to create. What is your muse?”

“Agony.” Carmina said simply, and it reflected a thousand tears cried, day and night, over unspeakable losses.

Her friend didn’t notice, however. “Tragedy is our greatest inspiration, isn’t it? Though in some cases, the biggest tragedies are our daily woes.” They gave a chuckle. “Mine sure is. Woes aside, I found something you might be interested in. Care to take a look?” They held up their phone, and Carmina scooted her swivel chair over to get a closer look. Their screen showed an Instagram feed containing black-ink art.

“A local artist?” Carmina asked. She didn’t recognize their style. Someone new, perhaps?

“Nope. Just a foreigner, but their art isn’t my focus. See this?” They tapped one of the photos, and the full screen image revealed a graphic.

“Inktober,” Carmina read aloud, “Sounds like it’s made for me.”

“My thoughts exactly,” Her friend said, “And what better way is there to popularize yourself with international audiences than this?”

Carmina smiled at them. “Thank you for thinking of me. It means a lot.”

“Of course,” They replied, “You’re my friend, and I want to see you go as far as you can. I’ll send a screenshot of the post to you so you have all the prompts and the hashtag.”

The two artists went back to talking about pretty things they’d seen and heard that day — the sunrise, a child unintentionally sounding poetic when telling their mother they loved her, two lovers reunited outside of a community center, a feral cat finally letting a good samaritan pet it after he fed it for months. Nature and humanity can move the heart in so many ways, and one can never know exactly when it will happen.

After her friend left, Carmina set up her easel, grabbed an old pot of black ink, and began to draw. She was inspired, not by the pretty things, but by the dark and the morbid. She could never quite figure out if the images that haunted the reaches of her mind were a comfort or a burden, a blessing or a curse, but she always felt compelled to bring them to life, with her black ink being their lifeblood. Perhaps, she thought, her compulsion was due to the solace the nightmares brought her — in such an ever-changing world, it felt easier to dwell in the familiarity of the horrors than risk shattering her heart for daring to think she belonged in the light.

Whatever the reason, she found herself creating in the dim light the moonlight provided, as day turned to dusk turned to nightfall. This drawing, sparked by an Inktober prompt, had long since taken on a life of its own, as if every etch from her quill was casting a spell to animate it. The fog from earlier encroached on the corners of her vision, and Carmina thought to herself, I’m in the zone.

But of course, she had no conception of what that “zone” truly was.

#outsider writes #dead by daylight #dbd #fanfic #dbd the artist #carmina mora

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