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dnd-writes · 10 months

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Way of Water

AO3

Tags: Power bottom!Eunbi, back-up dancer!reader, watersports, deepthroating, BFH

Warning: Watersports. I mean come on, waterbomb, watersports, I had to plus I couldn't think of anything else and I just really wanted to write Eunbi after seeing those clips

A/N: Never did I think I would write Eunbi so soon nor did I think that I would *not* write subby Eunbi. She's just that great. So... yeah, enjoy!

Also I used the "Door" performance as inspiration. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9CBUzWUSVSM I don't know if this works honestly, I don't really Tumblr. I'll fix it when I wake up... maybe

“🎶 Just stay right by my side. Woo woo woo woo woo woo yeah 🎶”

‘Ok, next part is coming up. Just go up to her then go back to the side. Easy. Simple.’ You don’t know why you’re reassuring yourself so much or why you’re even hesitating in the first place. You’ve done this song, this dance, this particular move dozens of times on stage, at least hundreds in practice. Yet here you are, acting like a complete newbie doing his first performance ever.

Eunbi runs back up the catwalk towards the main stage after finishing the second chorus of the song. Her wet, bikini-clad chest bounces around and it feels like time is slowing down, water falls from the sky so gently it feels like you could count every droplet in your vicinity. Eunbi’s breasts bounce hypnotically underneath the near-nonexistent top hugging her body, you’ve seen them jiggle and shake a thousand times before and not once have you thought about Eunbi sexually in any way but something about this current moment makes it different. Maybe it’s the fact that you’re seeing her cleavage in full or maybe it’s all the water being sprayed on her that’s awakening something you never knew you had in you.

And just like that time zooms forward and you’re back to the present. Eunbi runs back up the catwalk towards the main stage after finishing the second chorus of the song. She hurries over to a dancer then clings onto his nape as she starts singing her next line.

“🎶 Neowa 🎶 na sai 🎶 “

That’s your cue to move over. ‘Easy, simple,’ you repeat to yourself. ‘Just let her guide me, just flow with the music.’ It really isn’t that hard, just one step, one simple step that you’ve practiced for hours.

“🎶 aseulhan seoneul balbeun jigeum 🎶”

You let Eunbi pull you in close to her then her leg wraps around you. At that moment you feel the world just completely stop, not even slowing down like you felt earlier but rather completely still. Your face is an inch from her chest, it’s a position you’re completely familiar with but given the circumstances it feels so brand new. Though your face is looking away, your eyes aren’t. You peek over and standing there is Eunbi’s soft, massive chest in all its glory. Seeing it glistening with all the water turned you on instantly and gave your brain ideas you never thought it would make.

And how could you forget her leg, your eyes focused so much on her tits that you forgot the leg wrapped around you. To say your brain went into overdrive is an understatement because the moment it realizes Eunbi wrapped around you, the amount of nasty perverted thoughts more than just doubled. Your brain explodes then just like that you’re out of that fever dream.

Eunbi kicks the leg wrapped around you and in unison you drop to the ground. Your professionalism went back in gear but half your brain focuses on the choreography and the other incessantly sexualizes Eunbi causing you to slip up your dancing here and there, thankfully, as a backup dancer no one really pays much attention to you. And besides, it’s a water festival, you can always blame mishaps on the slippery stage.

For the rest of the song and the rest of Eunbi’s set at Waterbomb, you never had any moment as visceral or powerful as the ones during “Door,” there was a close call during “Glitch” but you held your cool.

You and the other dancers exit as Eunbi bids goodbye to the audience. All your friends look so jolly and hyper, bouncing and jumping around after performing multiple stages, meanwhile your face is blank. With your mind no longer half-occupied with dancing perfectly, lewd thoughts about Eunbi start to rot your head.

“That was so fun!”

“Can’t wait to do it again!” “I wish every stage was like this now…”

Several cheers erupt from the group as you all head over to the green room. “Hey, man, you doing good?” It takes a while for your brain to register that you are the one being talked to, you raise your head to see your friends stop in their tracks, all worriedly looking at you. You give them a soft smile and a passable excuse, “Oh, yeah, I’m fine. Just… a little more tired than usual. I think I’ll just stay here for a bit.”

One of them pats you on the back, “What a bummer. Just rest, we all worked so hard today. Well if you need us we’ll just be outside watching the other performances, ‘kay?” You give a quick nod and wave them off as they disappear from view.

You enter the room and the cold air blasts your face, despite how cold it is inside your body feels the opposite. You try to stand right in front of the A/C, your ears start to hurt but inside you still can’t feel the chill. An idea pops into your head and you sprint for the mini-fridge on the other side of the room. The thing is packed with cold water bottles. You take a sip and sigh in relief as you feel the cool travel down your throat, but it still isn’t enough. You sip, you gulp, you down a full bottle, then a second, then a third, then a fourth. Endless stream of chill flows in your body but you still feel the heat, the problem isn’t with your face, in your throat, or in your stomach, no, it’s much deeper down and it doesn’t need acquisition to be cooled.

“Hey, there you are,” shouts a familiar voice. You quickly turn around and see the root of your problem, Eunbi. Standing there dripping wet, cardigan completely drenched, tits fully exposed, you don’t know whether to call yourself lucky or unlucky to be in this situation right now.

You’re not sure if it’s your mind messing with you or you’re actually looking at reality but with every step that Eunbi takes towards you, you swear you could see her chest bounce. “The others said you weren’t feeling well so I came to check on you.”

“T-That’s sweet of you. I-I mean, yeah I’m fine.” Eunbi finally gets right in front of you, even though you’re taller than her your eyes are looking way lower than where they normally would be at. You try to maintain eye contact but it’s like your pupils are too heavy for your own good, always falling and resting in Eunbi’s cleavage, just up and down and up and down. Similarly, Eunbi looks down, you follow her gaze towards the prominent bulge at your crotch.

“I-I’m sorry, it’s just… the outfit and, and, and the water and–” You try to turn away and apologize but Eunbi plants her hands firmly on your shoulders and makes you face her, she looks you dead in the eyes and… flashes you a smile? “Look, it’s ok. You don’t have to apologize. You know what? The others are upstairs having fun. Why don’t we… have some fun… of our own?”

You’re at a loss for words. Is this really happening? Is Eunbi really asking you to fuck her or did you somehow pass out and start imagining that Eunbi is asking you to fuck her. Whether it’s a dream or reality you happily nod and oblige.

Eunbi takes your hand and pulls you into the small bathroom nearby. You don’t even take the time to look around, instead you quickly get on the toilet seat while Eunbi kneels in front of you.

Eunbi palms your crotch through your jeans and you squirm at the action, not because you almost came but rather something else is begging to be released. You notice Eunbi give off a devilish smirk at your movement and you nervously chuckle at what she might have planned for you.

“Well we won’t be needing these anymore.” Eunbi takes off her near see through top then shortly after her bikini, not wasting a single second on foreplay. Her tits bounce out now that they’re freely in the open air, looking bigger than in any outfit you’ve ever seen her wear. Well you’re certain what to call your situation right now – lucky – Men and women alike would kill to be anywhere close to your position.

“Or these.” She quickly unzips your pants and tugs both it and your underwear down. You help her out by lifting your butt and pulling down with her. Your cock springs free and Eunbi doesn’t hesitate and begins jerking you off slowly. Her other hand, meanwhile, goes above your dick and presses lightly on it. You squirm just like earlier, finally confirming her suspicions.

“You look so full, baby. All that water you drank is already making its way down, isn’t it? Don’t you just want to let go? I heard peeing feels just as refreshing as cumming, why don’t we test that? C’mon, baby, just give it all to me. Let me feel that hot piss on me, baby.”

Pissing during sex hasn’t ever occurred to you before in your life, you’d think it’d turn you off but you’re harder than you’ve ever been your whole life. Despite your dick clearly wanting this to happen, your brain is still in denial over such a taboo. Eunbi’s basically begging for you to pee on her and yet you somehow won’t.

Eunbi presses down on your bladder but not too much, she wants you to pee but she doesn’t want to force it out of you. Perhaps there’s a middle ground. “Come on, baby. Don’t you want to see me covered in your piss? Soak my hair, coat my perfect tits and face. I just know you want to do it, maybe you just need some convincing?”

Then what is possible the hottest thing you never knew you needed happens – Eunbi starts pissing all over the floor. She moans as she empties her bladder, you feel a pool forming beneath you as the hot liquid surrounds your feet.. “You hear that, baby? I wanna hear that from you too. Come on, give it to me. I know you want to.” The sound echoes around the tiny area and it’s just the trick to send you over the edge.

As soon as the first trail of yellow comes out of your tip, Eunbi aims your dick at herself, treating it like a hose and showering herself in every place. First, she coats her tits in light sheen, just the sight you needed to see ever since that close-up view you had of her chest; Second, she aims it at her face, letting pee get into her hair and having it drip down her chin and neck; Lastly, Eunbi opens her mouth and takes your cock inside while it’s still gushing.

Eunbi bobbing her head up and down, sucking on your dick while gulping every single drop as fast as you give it to her. You feel like you’re in heaven. Just moments ago you were hesitant, not even entertaining the thought of pissing while having sex but here you are relishing at the sight of Eunbi drinking the contents of your bladder while also deepthroating you. Who knew that the modest Eunbi would ever be this skillful at something like this?

Your bladder finally empties the remaining urine into Eunbi’s mouth and not once did a single drop escape her lips. erent liquid is begging for its release.

Eunbi stops sucking and replaces her mouth with her hands after no longer receiving any piss. “Give it to me, baby. You wanna coat these tits, don’t you? You wanna cum on me and smear it all over my perfect face?” This time you don’t hold back, you let your cum fly as if it was just like piss. Your vision goes white and so does Eunbi, ropes shoot out and cover just about everything it could reach – Eunbi’s hair, her face, her chin, her neck, her tits. You slowly descend from heaven and the sight before you makes it seem like you haven’t. Eunbi uses the tip of your cock like a brush and spreads the cum all over her skin. She’s mixing a combo of piss, sweat, water, spit, and cum all over herself and the concoction coating her tits makes you hard and ready to cum again.

Eunbi stands up and her own piss is dripping from her skirt. “Ready for round 2, baby?”

#kpop #kpop smut #izone #izone smut #kwon eunbi #eunbi smut

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gay-dorito-dust · 1 year

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may i req sleepover fluff or early morning cuddles with billy batson? i just think your writing is really neat 🫶🫶

I’m glad you enjoy my writing! I hope you like this also because once again it’s a long one. 🦦

It was Darla’s idea that they should have a sleepover. Billy, however, felt indifferent towards the whole thing;

‘We all live under the same roof, how’s a sleepover going to make it any different?’ He said but if he knew Darla, he knew that she was more then adamant in making the sleepover happen. ‘Yeah but you can always invite y/n to join.’ She countered, smiling at how her brother visibly perked up at your name; unfortunately Darla wasn’t the only one to witness this.

‘I’m sure Billy will do just that as soon as we leave the room, just you wait.’ Freddy snickered as Billy nudged him harshly in the arm, hissing at him to ‘shut up’ whilst trying to conceal his embarrassment before being greeted by an expecting Darla. ‘Fine.’ He sighed, his hand going fishing in his Jean pocket for his phone for your contact as he caught Darla and Freddy giving each other a high five from the corner of his eye.

A smile gracing his lips at his siblings excitement, not wanting to admit to the sensation he felt that only grew at the aspect of you spending the night; a feeling that only grew tenfold when you agreed to the invite.

Not even halfway through the second movie, Darla had fallen asleep against your side, Whilst Freddy, Mary, Pedro and Eugene left for bed, leaving only you and Billy being the only participants of the supposed sleepover, to which Billy felt like it was a set up of sorts that he wasn’t privy to, especially with the cheeky look Freddy tossed him before he had left for their room. He didn’t exactly approve his family prying into his nonexistent love life but that didn’t mean the intentions behind it wasn’t warming to him.

Not when he knew how much of a supporter Darla was of you and him being together, so much so that she often tried in becoming a matchmaker for you both whenever you came over, but her plans always seemed to end in busts that were in no particular fault of her own; Billy just so happened to have a tendency of self sabotaging things for himself. Especially good things.

‘Should we take her to bed?’ You asked quietly, trying your hardest not to speak above a certain volume nor jostle as much in fear of waking the girl practically clinging to your side like a koala. Billy chuckled at the predicament you were in and made himself more comfortable on the couch, the movie -with fifteen minutes left of runtime- continued to play before an audience of none, seeing as how your attentions were more focused on the other then whether was being presented on screen. ‘Nah, I’d say she’s more then comfortable where she is.’ He responded, smirking at your deadpan expression.

‘Oh ha ha, you must believe yourself a comedian.’ You retorted, stilling all movement when you felt Darla shift in her sleep, it wasn’t until she nuzzled back into your side again where you let yourself heave a sigh of relief, which didn’t fail in making Billy chuckle. ‘Oh shut it you, chuckle fuck.’ You hissed, lightly snacking his knee that was pressed against your own. Something you hadn’t taken notice of until now…

We’re your knees always that close? If not then when?

‘Don’t let Darla hear you using that language y/n. You’ll become a bad influence.’ Billy teased, finding amusement in your frustration as you rather aggressively flipped him off in response. ‘I was being serious though, shouldn’t we get Darla to bed, I don’t want her to wake with a bad neck.’ You told him, looking over at the sleeping girl who was -at this point- too far into her slumber to be easily awoken by a sudden shift in movement. Billy looked passed you and at his sister, watching fondly as her hands were clutching to your shirt tightly as though you were her beloved plushie, before looking back to you as you looked down at Darla fondly; making sure the blanket you slipped over her form doesn’t falter and expose her to the chilly air of the room despite aching for sleep yourself. Feeling particularly nice tonight, Billy decided to cut you so lack and lend a hand.

‘Alright, I concede, let’s get this one to bed then shall we.’ He said as he hauled himself from the sofa, moving over to Darla’s side and began to gently pry her hands from your shirt, allowing them to cling to his shirt instead as he brought his arms underneath her legs and behind her back, before mentally counting down from three as he stood back to full height. Making his way towards the staircase Billy gave you one request before heading up. ‘Keep my seat warm for me will you.’

‘it’s the least I can do for my valiant hero.’ You sarcastically retorted.

By the time Billy returned from tucking Darla into bed, you were stretched out across the sofa, fast asleep and with the blanket covering the bottom half of your form. ‘I give you one task and you go ahead and fall asleep,’ he says to himself in faux annoyance, hands on his hips as he stood by the sofa, ‘typical.’ He softly tutted but instead of going to bed himself, Billy decided to join you on the sofa, fatigue quickly catching up to him as he laid his head on the armrest as sleep soon encapsulated him.

The next morning, Freddy and Darla found you and Billy snuggled up on the sofa. They proceeded to share another high five.

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suchawrathfullamb · 4 months

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thoughts on bedelia and her relationship with hannibal?

Lots of thoughts on Bedelia. Such an interesting character. I'm glad she exists otherwise we'd only have the poorly written Alana and brief Bev as fcs on the show.

I love how she serves almost as the audience in the show, knowing things that other characters seem to be oblivious to. And I do think it was the perfect choice to give her the honor to tell Will that H is in love with him. Will wouldn't believe anyone else, not even H. And because he thought Bedelia was competition, it didn't make sense for her, in his perception, to lie about it.

I think she's the same as Will and H, in the sense of "morally questionable" and not exactly fitting any known diagnosis of psychopathy. I think she wanted to help Hannibal in a similar, but less passionate, way that H wanted to help Will in s1. But probably more out of pity, since she could see him behind the person suit, than desire (what drove H's actions towards Will). I do think she was attracted to H, but simply because who isn't lol? And she was obsessed with Hannibal, in a different way than Will, but was for sure.

Interacting with, seeing beyond and having the respect/interest of a character such as Hannibal Lecter is something that gives the feeling of power, she knows because she said it herself, to Will, "Your experience of Hannibal’s attention is so profoundly harmful, yet so irresistible".

I believe she wanted to be the one who changed him, but very soon realized she couldn't. So she tried to be something else, that was still somehow unique. I say this because even after all, she still walked away unharmed by H (I believe the leg thing was 100% Will's idea), which is rare or nonexistent. Hence Will hating her so much (why is she special? kind of mindset).

I think H respected the fact that she saw who he was, when no one else did, but she didn't love him. There's a tiny little moment in season 3, when they're talking about the Commandatore, and she asks him "does he know...what, you are?" and Hannibal makes this subtle expression, almost like a sad smile, as if acknowledging that yes, you know me, but you still see me as a monster.

I like her. I think she's witty and she has some of the best lines in the show. I adore her bitchy banter with Will.

#hannigram #nbc hannibal #hannibal #will graham #murder husbands #hannibal lecter #ask the lamb #bedelia #analysis #meta

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theinnerunderrain · 2 years

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The Synthetic Pride [Yan! Scaramouche x Saintess!Reader]

Warnings: Yandere themes, intrusive thoughts, slight swearing.

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Knowing that Scaramouche was a self - righteous man shouldn't come as a surprise to anyone.

Given that he was structured with the properties of an Archon, it wasn't abnormal for him to be so prideful, so arrogant. It goes without saying that he was significantly more powerful and much more intelligent than the average man.

That meant he wasn't obligated to be subservient to a God, much less a human.

But there he was, perched on a wooden pew within the Snezhnaya's cathedral, peering listlessly into the monument's main stage that was occupied by a herd of young children. He couldn't give a single damn about the prayer that the group of young Mormon kids were chanting, since he—didn't like kids or cared much about some prayer devoted to a God. But oddly, he was unable to muster the motivation to move, perch still and motionless on the wooden bench.

His attention was drawn to the person standing within the center—it was you.

You presided over the prayer with parted lips and a soft, clear voice that prompted him to think of the nightingales he frequently heard whilst dwelling within Inazauma. Even though your voice was tender, it managed to be powerful enough to reverberate off the columns of the cathedral, enthralling the audience, enthralling him.

Even if his barren heart prevented him from feeling anything, Scaramouche felt strangely at peace which was odd given his normal characteristics. Nevertheless, he hoped he could say that whatever sensation he was experiencing was akin to a peaceful feeling, since it was his first time experiencing such an odd sensation.

There was nothing in the world that he could be troubled about. Regardless of how many people were fighting for his head, he didn't give a damn. If the Fatui was pursuing him, it didn't matter to him. Even if it was the Shogun or her subordinates, it didn't matter at all. He was completely unconcerned.

Besides that, the Fatui are powerless to stop him. Not while he is within the sacred land of Snezhnaya, a land worshipped for its holiness. Violence of any kind is prohibited there since it is considered to be God's precious sanctuary. If he really wanted to, he could even stay here forever and sleep. But that isn't truly the issue at hand.

The singing abruptly came to an end, and the audience proceeded to quietly applaud as each person on the stage bowed. After patiently awaiting the departure of everyone else from the cathedral, Scaramouche rose up from his chair to leave, ready to continue his journey with the gnosis.

But just as he approaches the midway of the hall, a soft voice interrupts him.

"Sir."

He whirled around, anticipating some obnoxious kid trying to start a pointless conversation, ready to scowl at whichever unfortunate child it was.

But it was you.

"You've dropped something."

You spoke while extending a handkerchief he had acquired while circling Snezhnaya. He wasn't sure why he would bother wasting mora on such a pointless item of clothing, but the fabric's pattern somehow reminded him of home. A nonexistent place, yet sometimes he yearns to feel the love of his own creator, his mother, despite her abandoning him merely because he wasn't a suitable puppet to her grand scheme.

How laughable.

"...Ah, thank you."

He murmured as he stretched out and pulled the handkerchief into his palm, pressing the velvety cloth against his skin.

"Are you perhaps a new visitor? You are a new face to me."

Perhaps you're a lot more perceptive than he thought? In an effort to blend in, Scaramouche even tucked his hat aside and dressed only in a plain black coat on top of his customary attire. It would be unpleasant if some Fatui agents were to notice him and sought to engage with him. He didn't want to have something as trivial to obstruct his progress, and didn't feel like dragging some dead body either.

"...Yes, I'm simply a wandering vagrant of Inazuma. Following your arrival, the Cathedral of Snezhnaya has gained enormous prominence."

Your smile seems to grow wider in response to his remarks, and your eyes appear to look brighter due to the bright cathedral light scattering off of them, creating a scene that somewhat reminded Scaramouche of the stars within the sky. Blindly beautiful yet superficial.

"I'm delighted you made the effort to visit."

Scaramouche seems to be captivated by some peculiar kind of brilliance within your eyes as he peers into them. His eyes aren't quite as dreary as his comrades', but they weren't particularly luminous either, especially when contrasted with your protruding large doey eyes. Still, they weren't as bad as his junior's eyes.

Despite the fact that he had seen plenty of stunning women whilst travelling, none of them could compare to the way that you captivated his attention. Your body was well concealed by the silky white robe; only a few of your curves were apparent. Your feet were covered, yet with every step you took the fabric would drag against the floor. He could even bet that you have probably stumbled upon your feet once or twice.

He imagines what it would feel like to glide his hands along your curves, caressing your delicate skin and folding the bud of your breasts between his fingers. He would laugh at your wails, mocking your dignity as the divine Saintess and how the Captain would react to your sinful face. Even more, he pondered whether the Captain would interrupt him or succumb to his own desire for you.

"Sir…?"

Your gentle voice pierced through his ear, suggesting that he had been too long immersed in thought. His attention shifts from your chest to your face, an awkward smile gracing his lips.

"I apologise, Saintess. It appears that I was too preoccupied with my thoughts. However, it appears that I should depart now."

Your presence alone would suffocate him if he waited any longer.

"Ah that's right."

You smiled, then moved a few steps toward him, stopping only one arm's distance away. Your movements nearly compelled him to flee, but he was able to firmly plant himself within the Cathedral's marble floor.

"Why don't I bless you before you depart to assure your safe travels?"

Scaramouche could nod as he watched you approach him and stretch out an arm. A warm sensation emerged on his skin as you gently rubbed two of your fingers across his forehead, prompting his breath to hitch at the gesture. As you moved away from him, a dazzling light emitted before dissipating into a few speckles, and he nearly wished to indulge in your warmth a bit more.

"There you go."

In an effort to recapture the warmth from earlier, he reached out with his hand to stroke his forehead, but the skin on his fingertips was only frigid. He mutley expressed his gratitude as he turned to leave you, feeling the way your gaze linger on the back of his head. Scaramouche took a moment to gaze at you before exiting through the door, having a sudden shift in his train of thought.

Your eyes met him as you smiled at him, a look of confusion lace within your eyes. The wicked man, who is full of conceit, does not pursue God since there is no place for God in his thoughts. Yet he found himself to be captivated by you, a mere vessel of an angel sent from above.

A truly magnificent being, one he's willing to abandon his reckless pride for.

"I'll be sure to visit soon, My Saintess."

He paused, a visible grin growing onto his lips as you waited for his words, eyes pique in curiosity.

"However, perhaps by the time I come back, our relation will be comparable to that of a worshipper and a god."

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fireflysymphony · 3 months

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Dance of the Lotus and Wandering Dandelion

Nilou x fem! traveler! Reader

A/N: I wrote this for a friend a few months ago, and I think there needs to be some more Nilou love in the world. If you’re a Nilou fan, ily and have the best day! <3

Word count: 1.4k

Content: pure fluff, can be read as platonic or romantic, not proofread.

The lush greenery of Sumeru shimmered with a fresh layer of dew as the chirping of birds broke the early morning silence, welcoming the sun and rest of the world with song. Some believed daybreak to be a mystical time of day, not only is it a gateway between dark and light, but it also blurred the line between sleep and awareness— or dream and reality.

Nilou was accustomed to dreams, her nights were usually full of them, but ever since the Sabzeruz Festival. Not even her pre-sleep relaxation methods were working! She couldn’t remember much from that day. The memories were fuzzy. Was it the worry that got to her and blocked it out? And she thought she was doing good at controlling her stress levels too!

All she could remember clearly was her dance. It was magical! No, no she wasn’t trying to be arrogant, but her performance that day captured all the emotions she wished to convey— her love, devotion, and passion all on display for her audience. Everyone stopped to watch her, not a soul could take their eyes off her! It wasn’t the attention or fame she craved, but the knowledge that she conveyed her message through that dance caused a flutter in her chest.

This pleasant flutter kept her going even when nights were rot with lack of sleep or when she woke up in a cold sweat. No gloomy days could stop her as long as she had dance and her passion for it! She would stay positive, active, and not waste time thinking about sleepless nights.

Which is what led to the frizzy haired, barefoot girl being out here at sunrise, a blanket under one arm and a basket of goods in her other one. She hummed a silent tune, letting the dew covered grass soak into her feet. Her eyes widened slightly when no bloom cores sprung under her. She expected it at this point despite her nonexistent activation of her vision, and the grass wasn’t infused with dendro either. Her recent relentless training gave her these insistent fears.

Surprisingly, dance and fighting weren’t so different, especially since Nilou could never see herself dawning armor and being the center of a fight. If she could, she’d rather appease her opponents with her dances, but from the stories her friend told her, that wasn’t an option when it came to actual fighting, so when her days were full of practices and dances, she filled her sleepless, empty nights wielding the power of hydro, trying to make it bend to her will.

“You’re here!” Nilou gasped, her face breaking out into a large grin. She dropped her basket and blanket, quick to throw her arms around the girl standing alone on the hillside, basking in the rays of the sun. “I didn’t think you would. It’s so early.”

She pulled away, taking her hands between her own and pulling her along to the spot for the picnic. She sat now and patted the spot next to her with a weary smile. “You’ve probably seen all kinds.of views like this, haven’t you? It’s not much, but I like coming here.”

(Name) shook her head, accepting Nilou’s offering of pudding with a grateful smile: “The views in Sumeru are my favorite. I like this place.” She glanced around before meeting Nilou’s gaze again.

“Really? Any view with you would be a nice one though. No matter what!” Nilou smiled, stretching her limbs out on the picnic blanket. The clouds covered the sun and then parted, Celestia’s glow warming Nilou’s skin as if in soft encouragement. This picnic wasn’t just a sweet gesture. Well, it was, but Nilou wanted this opportunity to speak alone with the girl.

“Speaking of, I heard you’re leaving Sumeru soon.” She whispered, breaking the contented silence which had fallen over them. She didn’t break eye contact, fidgeting with her shaking hands. No amount of training could stop her when she began shaking like this, not even her optimism could even though it compelled her to hope this would go well. “You’re going to Fontaine and then Natlan, both sound like scary places…”

She trailed off, and (Name) nodded, glancing away too: “I am. I love it here. Sumeru feels like my home, but I need to continue my journey to meet the seven Archons.”

(Name) wouldn’t dare ask for Nilou to join her as much as she had grown to love the dancer. Despite their bond, (Name) knew Nilou had duties to Zubayr Theatre and making sure the Akademiya couldn’t touch it. Likewise, she had duties too. Their fates couldn’t mix, and what kind of person would she be if she tried to redirect Nilou’s future?

Nilou was having a similar debate. What if (Name) didn’t need her? What if she’d only be a hindrance on her journey? Nilou knew she’d never be the strongest, never be the perfect partner in face of danger, but what would she be if she let all her hard work and training go to waste? She couldn’t live with regrets, not this one anyway.

“I want to go with you.”

She winced, but she couldn’t look away, her eyes burnt with passion and longing as she looked at (Name)’s shocked face, trying to pour all her emotions in one single look. In her shock, (Name) lost hold of her padisarah pudding which Nilou caught.

“Excuse me?”

That reply wasn’t what Nilou was expecting. She flinched away, taking on the facial expression of a kicked puppy. She played with the rim of the pudding bowl, trying not to let her disappointment be too obvious. She knew the answer would probably be a “no,” but that confused tone and exasperated wording wasn’t what she wanted. “My apologies, I was too forward, wasn’t-“

“No, I was just surprised. What about the theatre? Your dancing? Would you really leave it?” She gestured towards the city of Sumeru as if to make her point more clear. “I don’t want you to leave that all behind, not for me.”

“It won't be forever; I'll come back, but I’ll have dancing forever. I don’t know how long I’ll have you.” Nilou’s heart sounded like drums in her ears, the fear of rejection eating away at her. “Will it be a year before you leave Teyvat? Two? Five? How many more times will you have the opportunity to visit Sumeru before you go beyond Celestia again? How many of those times will you get to see me? I’ll be dancing for years to come, but I won’t have you for nearly the same amount of time. Will I?”

(Name) stayed silent, picking at the grass around the picnic blanket. She wanted to assure Nilou that she’d be back, but she just couldn’t know for sure. Sumeru was her home away from home, and all the people she met were so special to her in various different ways. Would she ever get to say goodbye to any of them when that faithful departure day came?

“I even learned how to fight.” Nilou added, her cheeks getting rosy from the admission. “I’m not as good as you, and the foes you’ve faced would make quick work of me. But with your connection to Dendro and my hydro vision, I think we’d make a good team, don’t you?”

She couldn’t help but smile at that, her face breaking out into a wide grin before nodding. “Okay! If you’re sure, I want you to join me.”

Nilou’s face became a mirror of (Name)’s as she let out an excited cheer, wrapping her in a tight hug and nearly popping her neck off. “Really? Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” The stress, the excitement, the sleepless night all combined and collectly faded as the relief set in. Nilou yawned, falling away from her.

“Thank you.” Nilou mumbled, a content smile on her face. Her eyes fluttered shut, long lashes brushing her cheeks and her hair sprawled out around her. “I think my sleep can be peaceful now since I have you around.”

The last part of her sentence came out mumbled, quiet snores racking her body. It was as if she was a doll instead of a person. Her sleeping form held a sense of elegance her dances could never capture, the grace of stillness only found in someone who is constantly moving.

Request are open and welcomed!! <3

#genshin x reader #genshin #fluff #genshin nilou #nilou x reader #Nilou x fem! reader #nilou #gi x reader #genshin impact

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mako-neexu · 1 year

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[オベぐだ♀︎] “Epilogue” -wip (because obe is a pain in the ass to write so finding an appropriate ending is hard)

She starts with a heaving gasp, eyes blown wide as she wakes up.

Darkness was all that she saw. A gaping void that threatened to consume her whole, a familiar sensation akin to seeing a friend on the way home from school.

She clenches her fist atop her chest and swallows even as her lips were dry and her heartbeat cannot be felt.

A dream? It feels way too real to be one. But so were her thousand other dreams when she tried to sleep or even daydream.

She opens her mouth with the intent to call out on someone, anyone---

A thundering applause shatters the silence, and she is forced to cover her ears from the hollers, the claps, the praise, the sneers, and the gazes from all around her.

It was still dark. Yet, she could finally see the light that was aimed down at her figure. A spotlight that made her the target of attention.

She could only tremble and face the void head-on, her eyes darting all around to find any clue on where she is in.

But looking down was a mistake.

“Ah...A-Ah,” Her hands were shaking badly, dyed red gloved hands that hid her crumbling appendage beneath.

She sees a little clearer despite the spots in her vision. She was wearing her mystic code. A dress with white, black, and grey accents and combat boots- a uniform that was given to her not too long ago.

She looks up in horror as the nonexistent crowd continued to give their praises and jeers at her, flowers of all kinds thrown at her before the stage.

A stage.

She was standing in the middle of a stage.

Just when she knew her dread couldn’t sink any lower, this time, it did.

Beside her were props. Bodies- Dolls of- of herself piled up and murdered, a pool of blood flooding the set. And to her left were the people she met and loved- thrown on top of each other in the same fashion as if they were nothing more than dead bodies to deal with.

The world was turning upside down. Her stomach was churning. She wanted nothing more than to wretch and close her eyes, and block out the sound that was beginning to resemble more and more like screams to her ears--

Silence.

Her head whips up as she realizes the sudden lack of noise.

Gone was the void that seemed all-encompassing, but what replaced it were red seats with figures that were too vague to point out.

She swears she saw someone wear a familiar blue cap and pigtails, another one wearing a short braid, another was a woman with an astrolabe as her staff...and another was someone wearing a ponytail... ah, a smile, a smile? Why does it look sad? How can she see them yet not see these people watching he-

A clap. The clap came from a single person, yet she couldn’t see someone moving in their seats. Slow, yet sonorous, she tensed up as she heard the source of it come closer.

“Bravo,” She froze on the spot, her gaze turning into surprise over the familiarity of the voice.

“Bravo!” She sighed. She was tired. She doesn’t want to deal with whatever is happening now.

Oberon stepped out from the darkness and gave her his princely smile. It’s just him. Her body relaxes, eased over seeing a friend.

“Oberon...” She called out and approached him... but it only took her a few steps until something invisible blocked her from closing the distance.

“That was more than well-deserved, don’t you think?” Oberon smiles, his eyes creasing happily. “A grand round of applause to the main character who had fought so dashingly and nobly on the stage!”

She tests the invisible wall again and finds that it was no illusion nor it was something that made her hesitate. Her stomach churned over the growing dread inside her.

She stays silent.

Oberon still doesn’t seem to notice. (No. He knows. He’s simply ignoring it.)“And! It is customary for audiences and supporting characters to give roses to the heroine as congratulations.” With a flourish, a bouquet of said flowers were shoved against her.

She stumbles a bit but nevertheless notices how that invisible wall was something he could phase through...as if he wasn’t affected at all.

She swallows and replies with hesistance, “Thank... you...”

His eyes turn into cresecents and his smile stretches until it was thin, “Mhm! My pleasure!” He leans back with the entirety of his posture that of relaxed. But she knew better. The air was becoming suffocating and dark. Something was closing on her and it wasn’t tangible for her to repel given her circumstances.

“Your role is quite difficult so I just ought to make sure you were praised for destroying seven worlds, vanquishing demon pillars, Beasts, outer gods, and thousands of stories,” He smiles, he smiles, “-each person bearing their own burden, responsibility, emotion, grief, love, hate, hopes, dreams, loved ones, past, present-”

She blinks.

Oberon Vortigern takes his place.

“-but not their future.”

Thousands of questions ran in her mind. What was this? Where were they? Why is Oberon doing this? What sort of metaphor is he trying to convey? Resentment? Why is he acting upon it now? Did she do something earlier? But she- oh. She doesn’t remember what happened before waking up here. What was the purpose of being subjected to a stage with nonexistent audiences clapping and hailing her for the things she had done?

A laugh. A cold laugh breaks her from her inner dilemma as she focuses on the Pretender, “Do you really think you’re deserving of those praises? The respect from achieving such great feats!? Do you really deserve to smile and laugh alongside your companions, eating cake with bloodstained hands!?”

He was shouting now, and she was like a fawn doing its best to stay strong in the face of such onslaught.

“And?” Oberon growls and grips her arm, on the side where her command spells were etched, “When the crowd leaves, the curtains fall, and the supporting cast withdraws, what are you left with?”

No more. She couldn’t bare to look at him. She couldn’t bare to listen to the words that stabbed her entire body like poison-tipped daggers.

And to that brief second of being alone in the stage, she knew what he meant.

All of her breath leaves her lungs when he wrenches the bouquet and crushes the entire thing with his clawed hand.

“You are nothing.”

Trembling and silent, she risked glancing up. His condescending smile as cold as his glowing eyes. “Imagine getting flowers wrapped in sweetness and praise after trampling over the lives reduced to nothing but data and numbers. The irony of it is enough to kill me, you know? Even your so-called friends seemed to bask in destroying those very lives alongside you.”

She opens her mouth and finally, gives voice to what she wanted to say. She looks straight up at him, eyes defiant, “...There’s nothing wrong in wanting to take back our world, our previous lives and everyone else who was in it.”

She takes back her hand by twisting it in his hold, allowing her to break free take a few steps back for herself, “Everyone did their best and fought to the very end, to that normalcy everyone yearned for. They’re happy because they survived. Because they avoided dying from a single blow that would mean the end for them. My friends gave their all to support each other because we were shoved into a that situation without warning. I did my best as well, even if what I did had a kind of responsibility no human can bear.”

Silence once more reigns the atmosphere between them. Dust motes floated about underneath the single spotlight that focused on the both of them.

Oberon’s face was slack, unamused, and she, guarded and tense.

“Even now, you’re still stubborn to a fault, huh?”

There was no time to react. No time to even flinch or use a spell before he’d grabbed her by her jaw.

His glare was scathing, and by now she was used to such looks. She thinks she’s used to such looks. “And you, my fellow liar, if you know so well about what they feel, it is only fair you tell me about yours beyond that horseshit of ‘I’m okay’ and ‘I’m strong because of my dearest friends’.”

“I-...” For once, she is rendered speechless against him. Her hesitation was taken as a cue.

His grip on her tightened, and she had to wince from how much he was hurting her from that alone. “And so they rejoice in saving their skin! They stay in that comfy little ship with only physical support to back you up. But what about your mental state? Do they even bother addressing the damn weight you carry? Do they even ask about what you feel after felling a world? They don’t, do they? Hah! At best, all they have to offer is for you to get an hour of rest, leaving you to your own devices.”

She did her best to glare at him, weak as it was. Because deep down, that ever selfish part of her knew that he was right. That they believed her to be strong because she smiled through it all. That they believed her to be someone who can handle the stress of it alone.

“You know it too, don’t you?” The smile was poisonous, his face so close that it felt as if he was seconds away from biting off her head. “That you’re broken right from the start, able to make hundreds of contracts with sentient weapons and do even the stupidest shit no human would ever dare do.”

His voice was scathing. Oozing like lava and burning everything it touches,it scorches the depths of her heart, yet shes faces it head on. “With the repercussions of the things that made you seem so cool and special, you’re tortured by voices. Voices in the guise of that blond commander, that homunculus inventor, that detective clothed in white wool, and the hundreds who stuck by your side but never called you by your name.”

Name. Her name. She was called by so many names, that her very own was overshadowed by the countless titles she’s gained throughout these years.

Senpai. Kouhai. Contractor. Christine. Lord. Anjin. Piglet. Albrecht. Little Deer. Jokanaan. Accomplice. Mom. Liege. Prince. Student. Retainer. Lover. Daughter. Sister. Prey. Enemy. Friend. Master.

Unable to help herself, she spat out, “They’re names given to me by my friends-”

Oberon clicked his tongue and growled, “-all of whom who’ve never once used your own name. Not even once. But I digress. Those voices you hear were taken by your own head and malformed all of it into a vessel of your self-hatred and insecurity.”

Horror dawns on her as he addressed her pandora’s box she carefully kept hidden away from prying eyes.

Her body trembles, and she tries to pry away from his grasp, but all of that were rendered useless when he smiled cruelly at her.

“Fujimaru Ritsuka, Panhistory’s Last Master yearns to be punished. To finally be absolved of the burden of her sins and responsibility, clinging on to death without realizing it.” He lifts her chin to face him, but she doesn’t dare squeeze her eyes shut. “With a desire like that, are you still truly wishing to go back to that normal everyday life when you have come this far?”

No longer human, not with how many she has made sure to dye each world’s stories in inky black. To the point where her hands were stained with it. Blood and pen ink mixing until no longer discernible. Just like the play she was forced to act in.

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she’s standing at the center of the stage.

#fgo #obeguda #screams and dies oberon is so hard to write i hate it here #fate grand order #im also so so weak to theater metaphors #and analogy so uh i wrote this dskjfbwebf #oberon vortigern #guda #gudako #fujimaru ritsuka #fate series #ritsuka fujimaru

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☀️❤️and 💕?

Woot woot! More very good ones!

☀️ Has anyone ever left you a comment that made your day? What did it say?

Honestly, truly, in addition to everything I have already said about how blessed I feel that you guys even want to leave me comments in the first place, I want to thank you, specifically, Fish -- you leave some of the best on here. As does @cruisingheightswithdragons and @gointothevvater and @needsmorezass and like, basically everyone who comments here on Tumblr and AO3.

The way you all are putting the pieces of the story together are just fantastic. I re-read them when I get down about whether or not something is getting enough illumination, because I sometimes bury my analogies and symbols pretty deep in the sand. Y'all almost always pick up on them and are happy to tell me - makes me feel good that the puzzles are as enjoyable to put together as they are for me to make and scatter around. It's in the top ten of really really good feelings I get as a writer.

❤️ Who is your favorite character to write for and why?

Sparkles. :) And again no... not because her dialogue is nonexistent. She's just super-versatile in all regards and a hoot to use as an "accent" to whatever may be going on at the time. I love throwing her in the background as much as I love focusing on her. Telling a story with a mute character can be a huge challenge, but I think of it as a huge blessing in a lot of ways. There's really no mistaking what she's feeling, and she can play audience surrogate so well, I can count on her to help push the audience's attention to the things they should be paying attention to, even when it's utter chaos keeping up with it all.

💕 What is the WIP that you are most excited about?

Dethkomic III's promo animation. Oh, and the comic itself, of course :D

Prompt list is here!

#answered #fanfiction #ask games

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elvesandlanterns · 1 year

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Ghost Helpline part 9

Konstelacio walked to the Egyptian palace. Much like how Johnnys bike rode on nonexistent roads Konstelacio walked on invisible ground, she believed the Zone would not let her fall and so it didn’t.

—- —- —-

Tim drove past his old home what use to be Drake Manor. He somehow doubted his family had noticed he sold it. He doubted they had noticed the moving trucks and contractors. He told himself it would be because they were busy. It felt like a hallow excuse.

Once Bruce figured it out he would want answers. Tim had them planned, Masters dubious escapades in criminal activity had been on the decline. As well as Masters sudden disappearance a few years ago, required their attention just in case.

Inwardly Tim had had a single conversation with the man, spotted a gaggle of teens who looked happy and sold it to the man on the spot.

When Tim thought over the conversation later, he would call the emotion that came over him jealousy and decide to ignore it.

—- —- —-

“Your highness, it appears Princess Violet will be sealing an audience.”

“Send her in immediately! “ Tucker shouted excitingly, Violet was such a sweet girl, he adored her visits. She usual came with the pretense of picking up her more technically inclined brother but Chad wasn’t here as of late. Which only meant one of three things.

She was coming here to hide.

She was coming in for a check up. (Doubtful.)

Or she was coming here to ask for help.

“Prepare some light snacks, our comfiest seat and coloring pages.” Tucker hoped she was okay, he would never admit it but if he didn’t know any better he would have assumed Violet was Danny’s clone too. In personality at least. Where Dani had gotten Danny’s loud passion, Violet had gotten Danny’s self loathing. Where Dani had his fearless determination Violet had his self sacrificing down to an alarming degree. Dani had her fathers laugh, Violet had his best friends fear of abandonment.

Yeah, Tucker would never admit it but Danny and his ex-arch enemies kid had a lot in common. He sighed oh well. It was fine, if anything it made him and Sam love her all the more. Their niece, their little constellation.

—- —- —-

Billy breathed a sigh of relief. It was good to be back home.

“Captain Marvel, Dr Fate we need to talk. We have a situation.”

Billy sighed he thought to soon.

Zeus: lolz!

Hercules: L L L

Mercury: Run fuck this noise

Billy shushed them, he just wanted to go home. The faster they got threw this the better.

Batman explained.

Solomon: He’s on to us! Kill him!!!

Billy: No we are not killing Batman

Atlas: he’s a threat to our your family Billy, I hate to agree with the old man

Solomon: Hey!

Atlas: but perhaps it’s time to move on

“Captain Marvel are you paying attention. This is serious.”

“Of course of course. But uh what exactly do you want me to do here?”

“I need information.”

“I don’t -“

“Marvel you are a terrible liar, also.” The man dressed as bat shrugged in the direction of superman. Right Superman, a living lie detector.

Billy: well fuck

Mercury: RUN

Solomon: oh is that it? Well then Billy just don’t ‘lie’

Billy could hear the smirk in man’s voice. Well two could play at this game. But first to get Dr.Fate off the field.

“I’m leaving.”

Well never mind then Fate was doing it for him.

Maybe he isn’t so bad after all.

“Dr Fate we need-“

“All is as it should be. Before I am a leaguer I am a Lord of Order. You would all do better to not interfere with which you do not understand.”

Yeah you tell them!

“Especially not with those as vile as demons.”

Billy took it back the bastard could suffer.

In that moment Fate left and two pairs of eyes landed on Billy himself. Goddamn it.

“So … what exactly do you want to know. I’ll do my best but I make no promises to answer everything.”

“THATS -“

“That is enough boys.” Wonder Woman walked in, “We are her to ask for help not interrogate our fellow leaguers. Now then Batman what evidence do you have to think both the girl and Captain Marvel know one another in the first place.”

“ Coordinates“

“What?”

“Coordinates from the demons location line up with the new coordinates you’ve sporadically been taking for the past year or so.”

“Batman that hardly proves-“

“Yes I know her.” Billy wasn’t getting around this, and maybe he could use it to paint Konstelacio in a better light. After all they had to understand, they were his heroes they had to understand that his sister wouldn’t hurt them. Not unless provoked.

—- —- —-

Clark could see Bruce sag in relief, the quest for answers over. But Clark didn’t think it be that easy, Captain Marvel may be immature but his loyalty was relentless. Something in the way he held himself could only leave Clark to believe that Konstelacio had earned that loyalty. Clark looked at Bruce again and sighed instead of voicing his opinion after all it’s not as if he was the detective, no he was just a journalist. Clark eye rolled internally.

“How?”

“She is… my sister in arms.”

Both him and Diana froze.

// … even by demon standards I assume you’re rather young …..//

Clarks hands clenched and unclenched, “What?” He must have heard wrong? Right, right even demons must care about their young.

“She is my sister in arms. She is a good person.”

“A good person, she’s a demon.”

Captain glowered actually glowered at Batman, Clark thought as he twitched to put himself between the two.

“And so is Superman and he’s an alien, so so what? Or is it different because he happens to look like you?”

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golbrocklovely · 2 months

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From what I'm seeing of the fandom today, it's the twitter fans who are in the outlier on this one. Everywhere seems to disagree with them on this issue or at least don't seem to think it is an issue worthy of anger yet. Reddit, multiple discords, instagram, FB, here on tumblr etcetc. In fact all these locations just seem frustrated and annoyed by the twitter stans if I'm honest, none of them are being particularly nice about them. (I think the big issue people seem to have with them is they always seem to be stirring up drama alongside the tiktokers and the Twitter stans have claimed to speak for the whole fandom which seems to have riled a lot of people up)

i don't want to have to repeat myself but i will, just bc i don't want ppl to misconstrued what i think lol

again, i don't want snc collabing with joe rogan either, bc that seems to be where a lot of ppl's contention are with them. understandable. i feel the same. joe rogan can suck my nonexistent left nut. that being said, we can't control snc. they obviously went on his show over a year ago at this point bc it was a business decision. a business transaction so that they can reach a wider audience. and then on top of that, his daughter was a fan, and of course they weren't gonna shoot down a chance to meet a fan just bc her dad's an asshole.

i personally don't believe that snc agree with everything joe has said over the course of his career just bc they went on his show. miley cyrus went on his show once, and she's left leaning, so i highly doubt she agrees with any of his takes. i think some ppl are able to compartmentalize who he is vs what his job is. some just see him as an interviewer, which is most likely how snc see him. i'm not saying it makes it right. i'm just stating the obvious.

and i think that is also where the issue lies: a lot of fans want snc to do the right thing at all times, with no nuance. you're either doing the right thing or you're a bad person. and a lot of ppl, myself included in some regard, don't see their decisions as that. it isn't black and white, but some beg to differ. and that's where problems arise.

but again, in a perfect world, snc wouldn't collab with anyone problematic. i would love for that to be reality. but it isn't.

on top of that, the twitter fandom has an issue of constantly calling snc out, or making a mountain out of a molehill, over things that aren't important. they are the boy that cried wolf for a lot of fans outside of that space. and as someone that is online and follows and pay attention to a lot of ppl that do have the loudest voices, it's hard to take their opinions seriously when every other week they find something else to complain about.

most of which, as of recently, has been about k and m and how they're annoying. or snc are annoying for not "telling us" or confirming they're dating the girls. and it's just like… who cares.

and i know, pot meet kettle. i know i'm one to talk. but i at least do it on a site where snc aren't at. and i know it's not meant to be taken seriously. and on top of that, i know i don't know the whole picture, and i'm not owed it either. but some of these fans, loud voice or not, take it too far. and it ruins the vibes. and that's why a lot of ppl are sick of it.

#ask #personal #snc bs

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bloodofthefates · 1 year

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x. I did a thing because I had to.... @chaoslulled

It seemed everything that could possibly go wrong in the span of a single early morning had solidified the permanent scowl on Zoya’s features into what resembled carved stone. Tea too hot it had burned the buds of her tongue before spilling on both her favorite night shift and a rug in her chambers that probably cost more than the entire east wing of the palace. Easily fixable by Grisha hands of course, but enough to set the course of the rest of her day entirely off kilter. Her hair was all wrong no matter how much tailoring was attempted and even the threads of her familiar kefta felt out of place, leaving her feeling itchy and over stimulated from the fabric against skin causing a familiar faint electric current already gathering charge just beneath the surface of her skin. Zoya much preferred late night meetings in the quiet roars of fires when the rest of the palace was asleep to the early morning wake-up calls Genya insisted upon. It seemed no one at present in the room wanted to be in attendance and most notably the King himself by the way his eyes closed and wandered, ill expression mirrored back by his own expression as she gave her updated report on the progress of the Second Army. Just to test whether he’d been paying attention, she began rambling off random and nonsensical words that only fueled her agitation and annoyance by his lifeless and useless presence. Gritting her teeth, the last of the pages of her meticulously written up report fanned away from her face to narrow her glare on Nikolai directly just as he began rubbing his temples that only seemed to agitate her further. “Am I boring you?” She sniped coldly, her icy glare taking down the temperature of the room down by several degrees in her wake. The circles beneath his eyes, the sag of his shoulders and the way he slumped in his chair more poised for dozing off than taking command of a country he’d promised her betrayed his exhaustion but there was no sympathetic audience from the other side of the table where she stood. Paper crunching between her fingers as she tossed it onto the table with as much carelessness as she felt he was showing her.

The way he whines her name with a lingering taste of displeasure as if he should be the one vexed by her only frays the last of her nonexistent patience with his petulant behavior. He’s pressed the final button with no safe path of retreat only pushing his bad luck further the next moment he opens his mouth. The tips of her fingers might as well have sparked blue with the threat of lightning, the gathering storm and the need for expulsion from the conduit of her body growing more evident as the wind around her begins to pick up with only Nikolai set dead in the target of her sight. “Did you really…. Just tell me to shut up?” Her question comes off as a scoff of disbelief, her anger barely sheathed and eyes shining silver with the power pulsing uncontrollably through her body from the sudden provocation.

#chaoslulled #✲ ZOYA NAZYALENSKY [ interaction ]#✲ ZOYA NAZYALENSKY [ dynamic ] NIKOLAI LANTSOV #GOOD LUCK SIR

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firelord-frowny · 9 months

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yall i my worldview just had a fuckin tectonic shift omgggggggggggg

im dicking around on youtube just watching random shit that catches my eye and i start watching an old interview of Shohreh Aghdashloo, an iranian actress who i LOVE omg her voice sounds so otherworldly and he's infuriatingly beautiful, and years ago, one of her biggest roles was in the show 24 where she played a terrorist.

so, the interviewer is asking her about her thoughts/feelings/perspective on the islamophobia and general racism against middle eastern people that's rampant in america, and what she thinks the impact of her character in 24 might be on the audience, blah blah,

and she starts her answer by basically saying that it's no wonder there's so much tension, because americans don't know aaaanything about middle eastern culture, values, history, struggles, triumphs, blah blah,

wait actually lemme just transcribe her actual words lmao

Both parties, west [and] east, we need to get ourselves educated. We need-... I don't blame people in the United States, [because] it is a young country, and you're far away from the middle east."

and im just like??????????????????????

omfg this IS a young country! or at least, the stolen, brutalized, and colonized version of it is young. america is a brand spanking new newborn baby compared to ~old world~ countries. people in those other parts of the world have had literally thousands of years to develop their culture, their values, their art, thousands of years to experience conflict and conflict resolution, thousands of years to evolve. they have thousands of years of history to look back on and learn from and feel connected to. many people there are living in the same place that their ancestors lived. their roots are soooooooooo deep.

meanwhile, literally everyone in ~the united states~ who isn't indigenous has only been here for MAYBE 2 and a half centuries at best. like, that's only 3ish grandparents ago! looking at it that way, it's no wonderrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr americans are so fucking stupid! it's a toddler! a whiny little spoiled bratty toddler! i mean think about it!! what are toddlers like??? -hate sharing

-has a piss poor understanding of cause and effect

-virtually nonexistent attention span

-throws destructive tantrums when it doesnt get its way

-i am feel uncomfortable when we are not about me? -wimpy -not only hates to share, but will also snatch toys from other toddlers and then cry if the other toddler tries to take the toy back

-makes a big mess everywhere they go and then just leaves it for someone else to clean up

-sticks its fingers in its ears and goes "lalalalalalalala" whenever a responsible adult tries to discipline them

-refuses to take responsibility for anything at all ever

america is a fucking baby!!!

which, i mean, obviouslyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy ~old countries~ aren't inherently more morally decent than younger countries in terms of cultural values,

but i think it does make sense that a country that has only existed in its present form with its present demographic for a couple centuries would have such a fucking nightmarish time trying to figure out how to operate itself.

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batgeance · 10 months

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❛ serial killers like to follow reactions to their crimes. ❜

The youngest Wayne brother is a comedy special with his limbs folded into the Fleck couch. He doesn’t know what Evelyn is creating on the table in front of him, but he keeps an eye on the jar of turquoise glitter at her elbow as if in anticipation of it toppling onto the floor between them. His reticent scoot forward wedges his knee beneath the ledge as a failsafe to impending disaster. In the event she knocks it into his lap, his Drifter will suffer a glitter job for the foreseeable future.

The television is muted, but the screen flashes evidence from a crime scene probably unfit for a child. Bruce wouldn’t really know though. He’s too busy splitting his attention between that chess piece covered in dried viscera in HD and his niece beside him humming what he assumes is something her father’s been humming lately as well. Or maybe it’s the Mouse. He wouldn’t really know that either.

❝ Makes sense. ❞ Nashton had wanted an audience. He’d hand - picked the true intended viewers, but all of Gotham was witness to his show and now all of Gotham still recovers from its aftermath. Recovery feels nonexistent most days though. Bruce still feels the weight of that disaster even without needing the view of sunken downtown. He finds Nix’s eyes across the room. ❝ It’s the thrill, right? Getting a message across. Do you think this one’s about power? ❞

— @banschivs // TBM22.

#banschivs #actually broose baby that's ur big brother #that's the gag ain't it. brothers in vengeance <3 #could broose move the glitter? yes. but he isn't disturbing art!

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thebigshotman · 1 year

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* The audience pleads with you . It's all fun and games until her captor decides to take things to a new level . He may claim that she could leave at anytime , but the deadly strings which cage her to the front of his old shop say otherwise . Things are getting bad , and it's only when Spaul is distracted that panic fully sets in . She's already hurt herself once grabbing one of them , but if she stand idle stand by and let the weight of the world collapse on him . * You plead with Spamton ... but he doesn't seem to be listening . With only the viewers pointing out the obvious , she's left to her own devices in seeking a way out . Perhaps it's time the audience gets their own taste of power . Her SOUL flickers , manifesting a single string before taking the shape of an arrow . Drawing a breath , she takes a moment to focus . Sorry Spaul , but she's not going to let you hurt anyone else dear to her . * You snapped wires !

Ever since the fight has started, Spaul has definitely been more focused on Spafnir, his opponent, than anything else. Sure, he’s been trying not to fly or fire things too close to the Trash Zone to avoid hurting Eileen, but other than that he hasn’t been paying much attention to her. But this fight is for her!, he thinks despite this. And he is going to win no matter-

That’s when he feels, but doesn’t see, a handful of the lime green wires holding him up severing and falling to the ground. Slowing him down from the circles he is flying in a decent amount.

*Wires Snapped: 4

While his body continues to fly, his head turns 180 degrees around to look towards the Trash Zone. His Heartbreakers sink to the bottom of his nonexistent stomach as he sees a glimmer coming from Eileen’s direction. Did she fire those arrows?

Does she…want him to fail, too…?

…You can’t fail. Not now. Not even if she wants you to. She and him may not realize it, but this…this is for the best. For both of them. Keep fighting. She’ll see she was wrong after this is over.

His gritted teeth look a little less hostile as he turns his head back from her to Spafnir.

That’s two obvious handicaps now. But he can still win! He can still turn this around in his favor!

Right?

#(damn eileen 😆 she’s the support character fighting from the sidelines! I love it!!)#(i imagine she’ll continue to keep firing as these two fight it out)#(between both of them he is DEFINITELY losing now lol 😂)#WANNA MAKE A [deal]?-asks and submissions #ONE WEIRD TIP-in character #STORY EVENT: Return of NEO #hxzelwallflower

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twstinginthewind · 2 years

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🎤 Idol AU (DEFINITELY curious to see Joker in an idol AU!!)

Symbol AU prompts!

"No, no, no, no! This is basic choreography, Carder." Crowley stood with his arms crossed in front of his chest, glaring at Joker. He shook his head. "Let me show you, one more time. Take your position like so." He stood with his knees lightly bent, walking his fingers across the opposite forearm. "Arms up in the air! Hands left and right in the same direction that you shuffle! 🎶MAX HIGH TENSION! I want you! I need you! I love you! Got it??" He faced her, panting.

"I got it, I got it," she sulked, rubbing her hip, where she had collided with the microphone stand. "I just slipped, that's all. Won't happen again."

"It definitely won't, if I have to send you back to the practice unit." The manager glowered threateningly behind his mask. "I am being extremely generous, giving you the opportunity to have a solo feature. Aren't I kind, making sure that you can advance like this? Such a manager I am, to be able to advance stars like this!!"

Joker sighed. "Yes, sir. It's just that, well." She tugged at the hem of her pleated skirt, knocking some nonexistent dust from the striped fabric. "I was made to believe that this wasn't going to be the same as it was in the units, that I'd be more of, you know. A musician?"

"Are you not already a musician?" Crowley spread his hands in front of him. "Using the most natural of instruments, the human voice! And interpreting with dance, a most useful instrument indeed!!" He clasped his hands to his chest and spun around.

Another one of the groups under the Night Raven Promotions umbrella, the Dragon Knights, was practicing in the same room, and the shortest member of the unit snickered at the manager's effusive behavior. He tugged on the sleeve of the sleepy-eyed boy with white hair, and whispered something into his ear. They both laughed, until the green-haired one shushed them, angrily directing their attention back to the tallest member.

Oblivious to the others, Crowley placed his gloved hands onto Joker's shoulders. "Even under my kind guidance, we cannot hope to shift you from a member of an idol group directly to a, a, a rock-and-roller, I believe it was called? The shift must be gradual; we cannot afford to alienate an audience! Losing the fans would be too much to bear... and their precious ticket sales and handshake fees and merchandise money...."

Ah. Money. Of course it was that. "As long as I can get down that road eventually, I'll endure this..."

"Of course!" Crowley's face slid into an easy smile. "I assure you, Miss Carder. I am absolutely devoting my full attention to this progress. But, first we need to work on those singles that were required in your contract, you see. And the performances MUST keep their current ticket sales! So that means your performances MUST be on point! And lucky you, your kindhearted manager is here to walk you through it all. So, once again from the top! Shall we?"

#i panicked and couldn't think of a solo idol and didn't wanna disgrace babymetal so AKB48 it is #heavy rotation's a p good song tho #idol au #dire crowley #and the diasomnia boys if you squint #twisted wonderland oc #joker carder #story

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existslikepristin · 2 years

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You put all of itzy on your bias list... which one is it?

Let's play "WHO'S THAT BIAS?!"

This is the game show where I make up the rules on the fly and the prizes are nonexistent! Let's get started! Just don't scroll down too fast and spoil it for yourself. Scroll slowly for greatest effect.

In this edition, we begin with a general statement and work our way to the final answer, ruling out options until reaching the final showdown. Eliminated contestants are not eliminated in any specific order, but merely whenever a statement doesn't apply to them. You can play along at home! Just comment whatever stage you reached when you guessed the final winner.

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Stage 1: "The Control"

My Itzy bias... is hot.

Easy enough, easy enough. Go ahead and mark the freebie spot on your guessing cards. Those are the cards you're keeping track of your guesses on. I know that wasn't discussed ahead of time, but you have one under your seat. Now let's take it up a notch.

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Stage 2: "The First Elimination"

My Itzy bias... is a top tier dancer.

Get that Tim Horton bitch outta here

OH NO! Lia's out?! Sorry to our Canadian viewers but Lia, while incredible, is not always the most energetic dancer. Bad? Of course not. Better than me? Duh. Top tier though? Not quite. She makes up for it in many other ways! See folks? You have to read into the hint carefully!

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Stage 3: "Mom, ELP is Being Weird Again"

My Itzy bias... is human.

Cropping them out is so much more efficient

You guessed it! Yeji is out. Everybody knows Yeji is actually a dragon, which, by default, is not human. Yes, yes. I know many of you buzzed in to eliminate Yuna, but Barbie is at least designed to be human. It's an important distinction to make.

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Stage 4: "Time to Sweat"

My Itzy bias is not a literal child.

Even more efficient: Randomly come across a photo without the others

Sure, this hint was extremely sarcastic. Yuna is not a child. But you definitely knew who was eliminated when you saw the hint, didn't you? For those who entered "Timothy" into their voting devices... Who the fuck are you talking about? Do you need some help? Are you okay?

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Stage 5: "The Cataclysmic Duel"

We've made it. The final round! This is going to be difficult. Our remaining contestants have fought hard to get to this level. This last hint will be divided into two parts. Guessing correctly in the first half will win you an extra [prize], but the second half will still yield [prize]. Look at these two final players! Lookin' all badass and shit!

Are you ready?

My Itzy bias... could powder your skull with her thighs...

What do our eliminated contestants think of that?!

... Okay, they're playing tennis. For some reason. Frankly, not paying attention at this point seems really disrespectful, but whatever.

Let's move on to the second half!

My Itzy bias... could powder your skull with her thighs...

AND...

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... she would apologize for it!

OH MY FUCK! THE STUDIO AUDIENCE IS GOING WILD! RYUJIN IS THROWING HER CHAIR ACROSS THE STAGE! CHEL MADE IT EVERYBODY! CHEL WINS! HOLY SHIT! SHE'S CRYING WHICH IS NOT AT ALL SHOCKING! CHEL! WINS!

Okay that's the end. You can comment the stage you correctly guessed at and go home now.

tl;dr: ... Chaeryeong

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