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hrts4hanniehae · 4 months

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clutch || four

there are written parts :)

note that the timeline or educations may not add up but just ignore it because i don't have the brain power to sync up THIRTEEN + 1 's education schedules

also!!!! the story begins in the christmas period of 2022!!!! IF THERE ARE YEAR ERRORS IM SO SORRY!!!! i legit can't change it omfg

wonwoo did not expect to be hosting a new year countdown party. but here his 12 friends, plus yn were, singing karaoke and drinking soju and beer. when he had gotten home to discuss his predicament, unexpectedly his friends had all shown up too. but worry and stress soon turned into drunk karaoke. great.

"wait yn aren't you going to sing?" - hoshi

"give me a moment my head is spinning..." - yn

he sighed. "yn if you vomit on my carpet you will have to start paying extra rent."

"i'm sorry. i won't vomit." - yn

"dk sing more..." - seungkwan

"sorry i can't. i've got a performance tomorrow and i don't want to lose my voice." - seokmin

he watched as yn picked up the mic and changed the song to Iris by the goo goo dolls.

"oh this is her song." - minghao

"will she cry or be angry?" - jun

"her song?" - dino

"she sings this either when drunk or when super angry or both." - minghao

"why didn't you copyright your logo to begin with?" - yn

"i just threw together pictures and made it a logo. i didn't think it needed to be copyrighted." - wonwoo

she was sitting in his gaming chair while reading the email sent to him.

"there's nothing you can do about this. but i can make you a new one." - yn

"really?" - wonwoo

"if you're not picky, i can have it done is about 10 minutes." - yn

"i just want a cat logo. i'm not picky. thank you so much, yn." - wonwoo

(yes i pulled this out of my ass at 1 am in the morning do not come for me.)

"thanks yn. i owe you." - wonwoo

"anytime, wonwoo." - yn

as she leaves his room, wonwoo felt a sense of... unease. why?

ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ💓ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ badum.

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synopsis: wonwoo is a popular streamer known for his incredible gaming skills and good looks. He turned heads. but he hates the attention. he just wants to play games and earn money. one day he receives a letter. his apartment’s rent has almost doubled. no warnings at all. his current paycheck from streaming can’t shoulder those bills. he has no choice but to rent out his spare room. to who? a fresh art university graduate who has… 1. a stable job ✅ 2. talent for art and sculpting ✅ 3. many friends ❌ 4. social anxiety ✅ 5. no filter ✅ when his iconic cat logo gets copystriked, she comes to the rescue with a new logo for him. when his apartment’s walls start peeling, she fixes it. whatever he used to struggle with… the empty space... was now filled by her. so what does he *last player standing* do when her ex *enemy spotted* tries to take her back? heh. *clutch* he clutches.

inspired by wonwoo's gam3bo1 streams, falling into your smile & gogo squid (has hints of valorant)

pairing: streamer!jeon wonwoo x fem!artist!reader (ft. jeongcheol, soonhoon, junhao, seoksoo, verkwan)

genre: fluff, comfort, slowburn, comfort, pining, bestfriend!minghao

warnings: stalker ex, toxic ex, mentions of abuse, guns (game), cursing, hate comments, panic attacks

started: 28.12.23

ended: ?

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kzlove · 10 months

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OH MY GOD CONNIES SISTER GOT IT GOIN ON😍😍 WE NEED A PART 2🙈🙈🙈

french girl

continuation of connie's sister's got it goin' on

jean takes your night invitation and uses it wisely

warnings : smut, fingering, squirting, light mention of overstim, nude art, marking, not proofread.

note : chill im onnat rn. first smut n it's w JEAN???

after jean had eaten dinner with connie, the two of them had gone back to his room and played 2k for the rest of the night.

connie was nice enough to fill the full sized air mattress for him, resting it next to his own bed.

when they were over 2k, they decided to get on valorant with eren and armin.

eventually, connie called it a night and went to sleep.

so did the other two, quietly teasing jean about his little problem earlier and connie's sister.

when time came around, jean quietly shuffled his way into the hallway and stood outside of your door.

were you sleeping? or were you playing with his feelings earlier?

would he look like a fool? what would he even say when he knocked?

jean took a deep inhale, taking his chances and knocking at the door.

he waited patiently for a few seconds, fully believing that you were already in your fifth dream.

he and connie did stay up pretty late.

all thoughts left his mind when you opened the door in a fluffly white towel.

"niña i thought i told you go to- jean." you said in surprise, a warm smile gracing your face.

he wanted to kiss you so bad.

jean nodded, giving you a short smile as he tried to keep his eyes on yours.

"wanted to uhm.. take you up on that offer." jean explained quietly, finally letting his eyes roam down to your towel.

you grinned, before opening your door wider to let his bigger frame into your room.

it was just as he expected. pretty in pink and white.

the led lights were dimmed on a pale pink, giving everything a gorgeous hue.

you had a swing seat not too far from your bed, and a vanity with a gorgeous arm chair.

"i like your room." jean complimented, picking up the sketch book you had sitting on the table.

you never responded, making him turn to see what you were doing.

and jean's eyes widened.

you had dropped your towel and stood there, waiting for him to notice you.

jean took this opportunity to walk up to you, grab on your love handles lightly.

you hummed quietly, wrapping your arms around his neck while you leaned in slowly.

"where do you want me?" you asked, licking your lips as you looked into his eyes.

jean held onto you while taking a quick look around the room.

as much as he'd want to have you on your bed, he felt like the swing chair was good enough for his imagination.

and it also meant you wouldn't have to change your sheets when he was finished with you.

"the swing chair." jean whispered, grabbing a handful of your ass with a small grin.

you squealed lightly, before letting him help you onto the seat.

and the position he puts you in just happens to be one of your favorites.

he has you lay with your head on a throw pillow, face mushed into it partially.

you held a beautiful arch, sticking your ass up in the air.

the breeze on your cunt had you giggling. open access.

jean stood over you a bit longer, stroking your ass slowly while teasing your hole slightly.

before you could properly enjoy it, jean walked away from you.

leaving you anticipating his touch once more.

you watch as he drags your armchair over in front of you, sitting in it with the sketch book and pencil.

"are you comfortable? will you be able to keep that position for me baby?" jean asked, looking up at you.

you nod, smiling at him. you'd do it just for him.

and so, jean got to work immediately.

you watched the entire time as he drew you, not missing the growing hard on he had in his pants.

you grinned, resisting the urge to reach out and grab it right now.

"what are you smiling at?" jean chuckled, looking up at you.

you giggled lightly, the globes of your ass moving with your chest.

"mm.. nothing." you replied, pursing your lips at him and making kissing noises.

eventually, he finished up and slid the book in front of you.

he got the arch of your back perfectly, even going as far as to get your face the same.

your false lashes and all.

you couldn't focus on it for too long though, because jean made his way behind you immediately.

he began massaging your ass, kneading the skin with his big hands slowly.

you looked at him from behind your lashes. "how can i pay you, pretty boy?" you questioned lowly.

having a soundproof room came in handy when living with the springers.

when you wanted to stay up as late as you wanted playing music, watching movies as loud as you want, or talking to a few friends and laughing about silly jokes.

but this? might just take the cake.

"mmmh right there!" you cried out, gripping onto jean's hand.

he sat you in his lap in front of your full body mirror, one hand on your throat and the other between your legs.

jean had two thick fingers inside of you, and was stabbing them straight into your sweet spot.

he'd been at it for a while, having you cream on his fingers twice now.

"yeah? you like that?" jean groaned huskily into your ear, sucking on the side of your neck.

you whined, arching your back and attempting to close your thighs around his hand.

jean let go of your throat and forced your legs open, looking at you through the mirror.

"hold em open for me mama. you know i gotchu." jean cooed, pressing honey flavored kisses to your skin.

and you listen to him, beginning to buck your hips into your hand as you cried out even more.

"m'gonna cum again.." you gasp out, grabbing onto jean's bicep as you knocked your head back onto his shoulder.

jean sped his fingers up while rubbing tight circles on your clit with his palm and your brain instantly turned into mush.

you could barely hear anything, save for the wet sounds of your pussy echoing throughout the room and jean's heavy sighs.

it was almost like he was enjoying it more than you were.

you gasped loudly, before biting into jean's neck as you squirted all over his hand and your mirror.

jean let out a groan, watching as your pussy gushed all over the floor and his hand.

"good girl~" jean cooed, coaxing you with soft praises as you released.

he pulled his fingers out slowly, watching as you caught your breath while running your hand up and down his arm.

when you let out a breathy 'whew' and sat up, jean smiled at you through the mirror.

"good?" jean questioned, wiping the excess of your release onto your towel.

you nodded, turning over to him with a big hazy smile.

"now.. think you can do that on my cock?"

the next morning, connie walked downstairs and seen jean sitting in the kitchen with you.

"good morning bitches!" connie said, immediately shoving you for absolutely no reason.

you sucked your teeth and shoved him back, watching him slide across the floor.

jean was busy in the kitchen, fixing the fan that you were complaining about so he hadn't noticed connie.

"golly! what the fuck happened to your neck?" connie asked, leaning down to shove jean's head to the side.

jean froze up, almost forgetting that you were sucking something serious into his neck.

he touched his neck quickly, hiding the hickey in shame.

"he went out in the back last night and didn't light the candle. mosquitos had a field day." you chuckled, covering for him.

connie whipped around to look at his older sister confused.

while connie's attention was on you, jean began thanking you silently.

he was about to fumble the bag so hard, he knew connie would never speak to him again.

"yeah? and how do you know?" connie questioned, raising his eyebrow.

either connie's suspicious, or he already knows.

you looked away from the stove that had four pancakes on the wide pan, glaring at him.

"because i went out there to smoke. what's your issue?" you scoffed, raising your eyebrow.

connie stayed silent, before shaking his head and laughing. "nothing. i'm just messing." connie said.

he made his way into the living room, snagging the controller from his little brother and playing the game.

jean exhaled and looked at you, who was holding your chest.

"that was so close." you sighed out quietly, smiling at jean.

jean nodded, before standing up and placing the box fan where it originally was.

he turned the knob and like clockwork, the fan began blowing cool air like it was brand new.

you immediately felt the breeze and looked over to jean with another big smile.

"thank you so much for fixing it jean. connie is just so unreliable." you complained, wrapping your arms around him to give him a hug.

jean recipocrated the hug, rubbing the small of your bag. "no problem." jean said.

before jean could let go, you pulled him closer and whispered softly into his ear.

"let me know when you want another reward, okay?"

bonus :

after breakfast, jean took his shower and headed back to his cozy apartment building.

as much as he loved the springers (especially you), their energy could get pretty overwhelming sometimes.

when he arrived, he received four messages.

[12:23pm] egghead : u forgot ur applewatch [12:24pm] egghead : also, ik u fked my sister, not mad [12:24pm] egghead : js disappointed. but at least it's not mikasa ur lustin ova n e mo [12:26pm] egghead : here's her number ***-***-****

#aot fanfiction #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #jean kirschtien #jean aot #jean kirstein #jean kirstein x reader #jean x reader #connie aot #connie springer #aot smut #aot x reader #aot x you #aot x black reader #attack on titan x reader

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doomsdaydicecascader · 2 months

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my problem with postcanon jade was that it said she was a cis girl before fusing with bec. i took it as the same "true in a transmisogynist way" troll as transmasc roxy

like, truly, i miss transfeminine roxy every day, and my house is fairly glass when it comes to things here considering i'm writing The Butch Lesbian Jane Comic, but like. the way homestuck fans exert ownership over the text of homestuck is fundamentally what the homestuck epilogues and post-canon are about. act 7 is about the dead calliope saying "fuck canon" and making her own, and she does not know how to care for the characters in question. i genuinely believe reconciling these facts, that what homestuck wants to be and what fans want homestuck to be are tangibly, ideologically opposed, is what post-canon is about

"fans read this character as X identity" is fine and good but that's paratext at best, and making demands of a text that has no obligation to respect them at worst. the epilogues are cashing in that desire to not respect them. homestuck has always been shaking off its readers who exert too much ownership, feel too comfortable with it. this goes way back as far as act 5 act 2 - the author commentary describes switching between walkaround sprites and hussnasty mode in such close proximity as a means of saying "if you always get what you expect, you will become complacent and that's no way for a reader to be", the "come in, go away" routine of homestuck is so repetitive now that i'm surprised basically nobody's caught on - homestuck is always doing insane flips to try and shake people off of it.

and now homestuck is doing that with your headcanons. like, this is a thing i see genuinely, all the fucking time in fandom over the past 15 years or so, people hype themselves up on paratexts and pretend the paratext is the source. the worst i ever saw of it was people having full blown self-harm threatening panic attacks because klance was not endgame in voltron legendary defenders. genuinely, i remember this so well - i think there were still two more seasons of the show after that event too, but i didn't watch it.

i only looked on from afar because what i saw of season 1 wasn't especially novel. castiel was never gay, no matter how many times he was caught leaking omegamusk in walmart or whatever, i'm stealing valor with this joke i was never a superwholock omegaverse girlie. there's so many fandoms i'm not a part of, it's unreal.

anyway, my point is people get really invested in their reads on characters and pretend it's real for the same reason a normie's sports team is gonna go the distance this season. and when they don't, they riot. this is literally just sports fandom 101. we may as well be talking about fucking inflategate here. i also don't go to sports. it's basically just homestuck for me these days.

i imagine this is what it's like to run my little pony before bronies came along: the show was negligible in relevance beyond its capacity to show off the new toys to play with. but the difference is that my little pony is about the toys, it's about encouraging that kind of play, it's fundamentally a set of toys they made a show about, as opposed to homestuck, which was always niche art for webcomics weirdos that caught on, quite literally, with the brony audience. i remember the first time i ever saw dave strider was on fucking ponychan, chronologically it would have been mid-act 5 act 2. it was an image of dave ransacking the lohac stock exchange, which is an a5a2 thing, it was before season 2 started, etc etc.

this is one hell of a tangent to say as far as the text of mspaintadventures is concerned, problem sleuth characters have gender signifiers that are more similar in nature to drag and performance of gender roles than any actual sexual dimorphism. homestuck characters are built atop the gender expression of problem sleuth. jade was a 13/16-year old girl, and that's the only information there was. over time, this changed.

this was an explicit change, too - it's in the change to act 6, passing through the fourth wall, that these characters, who fundamentally are game pieces, that homestuck starts to contend with the fact that people are emotionally invested in them as people. people don't like dave or vriska in the same way that people care about problem sleuth or nervous broad, and this comes out in the text. we get a lot of the best stuff in homestuck out of that change, too, like. the retcon only works because of that emotional investment, and i go so hard for the retcon. the retcon is the coolest thing ever.

and with that change, now, in 2024, she is explicitly a 39 (? i think she's 39.) year old woman with a penis. she didn't go from "cis woman" to "trans woman", she went from game piece to human person. there is no "cis jade" to be overwritten. you're assuming a "cis is default" worldview of a team of transgender and/or nonbinary people and thats just like. its not ideal, really

#really letting these posts get away from me here.#i write really nonlinearly and got distracted to go post resources on the mspfa discord so if theres a sentence fragment in there: idgaf

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duyungdodol · 7 months

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gen asking, how does it feel starting over from scratch? i do find it a shame you deleted ur twitter. yomber and valorant is not the same without you there. i rlly can't imagine starting over at another platform. ure strong for that. im glad you're still around, donna. will always love your art and imagination. thank you for being the reason I installed valorant!

Woah, aaaa....!! ♥ I am always caught off-guard when people tell me they start playing VALORANT because of me. I'm so, so glad and I'm also so sorry, haha. I hope the stress and toxicity isn't ruining any of your days-- and that it's more to the fun and teamwork!

Also, your words are very kind and warm-- thank you so much, seriously. I love my art and my imagination too, aaaa~!!!!

And I'm happy I'm still around too, for as long as I can. ♥ I'm here, anon. Things have always been the same, in my sketchbook.

How it feels to start over? I don't feel anything except momentary melancholy and nostalgia from time to time. I do miss the many people I met and some of the experiences I had-- but with the new messy changes to the Twitter / X app, I found it difficult to enjoy the company and the experiences when the base is built poorly. It's like... enjoying tea time altogether but the ground is wobbling and you keep worrying when the floor is going to collapse. I just think my works and my mains deserve better than that.

Moving to Tumblr (again), Instagram and Bluesky wasn't so bad. If anything, I feel more free now that Twitter / X is not what I see everyday. I no longer worry about the need to do fast information-processing of real or fake news, I don't see people hating on each other as much as I used to, no more modern generation jokes that I tried so hard to get and say, the expectations of posting everyday, no more of the parasocial people that want me so much and the mountains of other people's expectations that suddenly fell onto my lap the moment I hit 6k-7k followers that time... It's now just me, my sketchbook and my old small house. It's always been. Many followers or not, I've always been that.

A lot of people seem to forget that though. Others that have strangely begged for me to play games with them while some got very overthink-y or obsessed with me as if I'm some idol... now treat me as nothing, after I left Twitter / X. Thank God they woke up. It's most peculiar that others seem to worry or be so affected by my followers and account more than I ever will be.

I don't think it should ever matter if an artist is no longer on a mainstream platform (unless they wish to make a financial living out of being a community or fandom artist). I don't think me removing myself from a broken app should mean I'm suddenly lesser than who I was back when I never had an account or when I had a small following.

Without the audience I built and dearly miss, I'm still a sketch artist. I miss them all very much though-- and I wish them all well. And it's not like they're gone, hahaha. Many are still here and I'll always be thankful of their continuous support and love.

My main house is Tumblr and Bluesky while my little treehouse is Instagram-- and truth be told, I'm rarely on them since I have a good but challenging job now. I also went back to reading my old and new books, haha!

But anyway, if me losing that Twitter / X account means that I'm now nothing but some visitor on the internet that loves to sketch her imaginations and home? Then, good. People finally remember that I am and will always be exactly that.

There are some that always saw me as myself and I hope they all know they have all my luck, love and thanks. Thank you for loving my artworks, have a good day. ♥

#mailbox #I have another X account again right now but I don't feel good in it.#It's not a bed. I'm just on the couch. I'm just using it to observe fandoms I recently came back to.

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multilingual-mess · 1 year

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Sup.

New Year, New Project:

✨ a language blog ✨

And I am definitely not making this post at midnight, while playing Genshin Impact.

aNyways here's some info about me and this blog!

Who I am:

The name's Valor, and I go by they/them pronouns

I'm from Europe (mainly). More specific than that and it gets... complicated. Especially when it comes to languages. (I am part latino, technically, but I don't really care much for that side of me? so. yeah. european.)

I'm a teen with a burning passion for learning and a burning hatred for school

Diagnosed with ADHD in 2022 😎

Apart from learning languages, I also enjoy reading, voice acting, art and listening to music

I'm also a little obsessed with Genshin Impact right now. Just a little. You might see me messing with the languages there.

My languages:

🇺🇸 English: Native (sort of). Recently did the C1 test and I got a C2 grade. My main language, especially online. Not much to say tbh.

🇪🇸 Spanish: Native. Haven't done a test for it though, unlike English. Might in the distant future, but I don't really see a need to.

🇳🇴 Norwegian: A2-B1 I'd say? The main language I'm learning. I'm studying bokmål Norwegian, so that's how I write, but speaking is a mixture of bokmål and whatever form of nynorsk that my family speaks.

🇯🇵 Japanese: A0. I can read kana, for the most part. Barely understand any Kanji. I'm hoping to advance my level this year, though I gotta make a plan for how I'm gonna study Japanese. I don't know how to study.

Other languages: I'm not really trying to dive into any other languages right now. I'm a high school student, and my plate is already full as it is. I can understand a bit of French, since I studied it in school for 3 years. If I were to study another language, I'd... honestly struggle choosing which one. There's too many that seem so interesting to learn.

The blog:

I don't really have much experience in langblr. I follow a few langblrs, but that's it. So I don't really know what to post. Don't expect consistency from me.

I might post some multilingual shenanigans of mine, like voice acting in other languages I guess? Or that one time I decided to sing "We Don't Talk About Bruno", but each character was a different language. Random stuff like that.

I was also considering doing a weekly or monthly recap of what I've done for Norwegian and Japanese, just to see my progress. Also a plan of what to study, otherwise I'm running around like a headless chicken.

This is all hypothetical. I'll probably update this in the future, depending on how this blog goes. Who knows?

Anyways, with that out of the way (and considering how late it is for me right now), that's that for this introductory post. I'm not really sure how to end this, so...

Ha det!

#langblr #language blog #language learning #norsk langblr #japanese #english #spanish #norwegian #help i'm so bad w tags WHICH ONES DO I PUT

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whereislevi · 1 month

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Welcome to My World. ☕️

Heyyy, what’s up.

I’m Levi and I write and draw. A lot. Expect more from me soon.

fic/art requests ALLOWED:

- smut/nsfw, fluff, angst

- ocs/anime characters/video game characters/fictional characters in general (no nsfw of minors)

fic/art requests DENIED:

- suggestive/nsfw of minors, art OR fic

- nsfw of animals/furries/robots

- get your piss kink out of my face

*Subject to be added to.

Here are some cool things about me.

- I play Valorant (I main Phoenix and Cypher) and sometimes League (been trying out Kayn).

- I also like Resident Evil, Detroit: Become Human, Call of Duty, and I’m getting more interested in Fortnite and Final Fantasy.

- I’m Cantonese. Definitely can’t read it, but I could order us dim sum.

- Studying psychology.

- Love piercings. Would get a billion. Including a neck tattoo or a sleeve tattoo.

#new writter #new writing blog

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heartrendered · 1 year

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몽상가 ; ACT I 💭 𝓐bout 𝓗im.

Greetings! I go by the name, Lucian Xaviera Valentine, but I’m more comfortable with my alias; Sean. However, feel free to provide me with nicknames you deem comfortable with, such as Eyan, Iyan, Sese and much more, as long as it isn’t offensive. Other than that, I’m absolutely fine with any pronouns, depending on the way you perceive me as and whichever you’re more comfortable in addressing me, but I’m more comfortable with they/them or he/him instead. Fret not, I’ve already reached the legal age (+21), too! One thing to note is that I’m a demiromantic demisexual, and I swing both ways with no lean. I’m also a certified INTJ with Gemini as my sun, alongside Leo as my moon and Virgo as my rising sign. Here are a few things to take note of, which may clear some of your confusion and refrain yourselves from asking repetitive questions in the near future;

As you may know, I’m not exactly fluent in Indonesian. I’m more of a mix-blood, so I tend to accidentally talk in Malay. I might mix my languages often as well, ranging from English to a slight hint of Mandarin. However, please do not let this fact burden you, since I’ll try my best to learn as time passes by!

I live in GMT+8 timezone, so there are times where the clock confuses me. Please do bear with me, mistakes do happen especially when tiredness starts to dwell itself in me.

All in all, I’m always open to learning. If the construction of my words seems wrong or easily misunderstood, then do educate me. The same goes for learning new languages, I’m always up for opportunities!

공상가 ; ACT II 💭 𝓘nterests.

The things I do purely because of my liking towards them and never an intention to dwell deeper into it is writing little drabbles and also doing art such as paintings, admiring most of any works, as well as photography — especially film ones, to be exact. As I’ve slowly work my ways and studied in the field itself, I’ve developed an interest in web-designing and editing, too. I’m not a fan of films, since I’ve never find myself a perfect time to relax and enjoy them, but I do love everything under the horror genre as I prefer to spend time scrolling through numerous horror films instead. One of my personal favorites are those containing psychological horror.

I wouldn’t consider myself a bibliophile, but I do love reading books that I deem unique and vast in terms of imaginary such as Illuminae Files and the Grishaverse. I’ve been diving deeper into the fantasy, — either the dark one or the dreamy ones — thriller and also science-fiction genre a lot. If you, by any chance, have any specific recommendations, then do let me know about it!

향유자 ; ACT III 💭 𝓔ntertainment.

In terms of the artists I listen to; I am not picky of who I listen, though I mainly roam around the R&B, indie and pop category the most. I’m a huge fan of ENHYPEN, The Boyz, aespa and NewJeans; an avid listener of IVE as well as TXT and other groups I have yet to mention. I’m also a fan of Taylor Swift, Chase Atlantic, Arctic Monkeys, grentperez, Gracie Abrams and a lot more.

In terms of the games I’ve laid my interest upon; my main source of entertainment is usually League of Legends, Valorant, slight Genshin (since I’ve been in a burnout for months as of now) and Apex. I’ve played a lot of sentinels and duelists (and I am flexible in who I play, yes) according to who the team needs, as well as support / botlaner or midlaner. However, I’m more to an aggressive type of player, so please lessen your expectations whenever we have a game since there might be a time where I miss my shots.

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runeterrankhaleesi · 2 years

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Hi! Can I get some match up for League of Legends and Valorant plz 👉👈 If you only do one fandom then I would like one for League of Legends ^^

I'm a genderqueer with she/they pronounces. I'm 5'5. I have shoulder length dark brown hair and black eyes and I dunno what to say about my physical appearance anymore lol. Btw I swing both guy and gal and I kind of secretly have a crush on slightly older people like silver fox daddy or mommy plz don't judge me ><. I like a partner that can understand what I like and don't like and can respect it. I also expect a loyalty from my partner because I won't tolerant cheating, never. If I caught them cheating on me, it's over, no second chance, because, if you still give them a chance, there might be a chance they would cheated on you again. I also love a partner that know what I want and won't hesitate to give them all to me(I just like to be pampered 👉👈) I'm kind of a sub so I would very much like my partner to be quite dominant tho. 😳

My personality can be described as ambivert, materialistic, realistic and quite chaotic. I can be a person who enjoy the company of others but I also enjoy the comfort of peace and alone time as well. But overall my mood can change quickly depending on the situation. Sometime I act like a posh or snobbish person when I know I'm winning in an argument lol that's my pet peeve. I am quite an adaptive person because I believe that being adaptive can make you survive longer in this not so rainbow and unicorn world. I never tolerate disrespect, sexism and racism and tend to stand up against them.

My fashion style or aesthetic would be associated with anything that considered as celestial, elegant and posh. I like and want to wear something that look sharp and posh because I believe that if you wear something you like, you will felt more powerful and confident.(To put it simple, I enjoy looking snobby drip lol)

Also I enjoy a variety of music genre like heavy metal, goth, emo to classical, jazz and latin or cartoon soundtrack, I mean, why settle for one when you can listen to them all. My idea date tend to be varies, ranging from going to the museum to the cafe or the library. My favorite color is black and gold and my favorite animal is kitten(I secretly enjoy cute things)

Btw these are my hobbies- I am an art enthusiast, that part coming from me majoring in archeology/art history(yeah our university system is not the same as US so moving on-) I like to look and appreciate many types of art, my favorite would be art deco, art nouveau, decopunk and steampunk or sci-fi esque. I also enjoy reading and watching TV or movie about war and fighting because I like to imagine what I would do if I was that era, would I survive? would I be able to overcome the obstacles? Also I learn some self defense and practice how to wield gun in case I need to protect myself.

I enjoy drawing doodle art and reading or watching about history as well, topic such as art, war and weapons(I hope that no one find this weird, since my father likes to collect historical weapon like old pistol or katana, so it seems his interest got to me as well)oh, and also a horror story and fiction as well, my old friend said that I might be obsessed with them bruh. I also enjoy doing something like star gazing or looking through stuff that related to celestial or zodiac(only in moodboard or aesthetic, I am not that type of zodiac obsesser who always associate zodiac with personalities and everything in life, because people have a different personalities and stuff they like that can change anyday so I don't like trying to pinpoint my trait with some stars in the sky) I like to collecting things that are old or quite precious with color of black and gold, in my house some of the most notable one would be antique stuff like compass and armillary spere.

I hope what I'm saying is not too weird, too long and too complicated for you to understand! It's been a long time that I write or describe myself. >w<

I pair you with...

NASUS!

Why? Because...

Nasus is at least 9 ft. tall, he absolutely thinks you're adorable and enjoys that there is a BIG size difference. He loves that he can just pick you up and carry you anywhere, consider yourself a chibi at this point.

And he'd never cheat on you or any other partner that he might have. He thinks the act is disgusting and prides himself that he will never be like those men. Nasus would never and I mean never betray anyone, he believes in loyalty and treasures those that show it.

Yes, he'd pamper you anyday, everyday even. He has a lot of free time for cuddles and kisses. Gift giving is his love language. And he can be quite the dom one if you manage to bring it out of him.

You being materialistic and adaptive gives him a peace of mind that you can take care of yourself, Shurima is a dangerous place, with Renekton running around free and the occasional Xer'Sai (Voidborn creatures) popping out.

And like you, he enjoys the company of others, especially if he finds them interesting but once in a while, he prefers the usual peace and quiet time. If he's quite busy, you're welcome to just hang out in his library. He'd give you a peck on the cheek here and there as he walks around the room, looking for a certain book.

Shurima is known for it's golden colors, Nasus certainly thinks that the color would look good on you, especially because of your sense of style and since gold is often associated with celestials as a sign of wealth. He'd be more than willing to go through multiple clothing shops with you give comments about clothes you're trying on.

He's not really a fan of heavy music unlike you, he prefers the calming sounds of jazz or classical, though he would try to listen to one.

Nasus is glad that you're a fan of museum/library/cafe dates since he too, is a fan. He prefers a picnic style of date, where he can bring his own food-he's a great cook by the way, he would definitely cook your favorite dishes.

Like you, he likes all forms of art, mainly creative arts and theatre, and he's found a passion for them even before he became an Ascended.

Lucky for you, Nasus has a lot of books containing information about wars, you're free to read them whenever you want. Once you finish the book, he'd ask how was it. He's a fan of long and deep talks so be sure to provide your own opinions/rants, he's a great listener.

You can also find star charts in his library and a big ass telescope on the balcony, it a hobby of his he started long long ago. And there are a lot, and I mean A LOT of ancient stuff in his library, you can find historical weapons in there too. Though Nasus is very strict with the rule "You can look but don't touch." since those are precious.

💝~Happy Valentines Day!~💝

#runeterrankhaleesi #league of legends #league of legends x reader #lol #lol x reader #nasus #LMMU #love month match up

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mainviper · 3 years

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can you do a soviper hc with a cute moment after a mission which one of them tried to save another? pls

Am I late ? Yes! Did I wrote this after seing @ad-1812 art on Soviper ? Yes! Was it worth it ? You tell me, anon...

Sova x Viper - Undercover

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When Brimstone signed them on for the mission, Sova didn't think it would be so easy to forget her goal, but by the time Viper entered the room, her focus had shifted completely.

In another universe, who knows, this date would really happen ... She would be wearing the same black dress and he would be in the same dark suit that favored him so much (at least that's what Killjoy said while passing him the lens to camouflage his bionic eye).

The initiator took a deep breath, but regretted it as soon as he did, because the controller 's scent quickly provoked him, mocking his feelings and making him thirsty.

Viper on the other hand was extremely focused, not daring to look at her colleague. Avoiding any kind of contact as much as possible and wondering if she would be able to end the night without regretting having agreed to this farce.

- Let's go over the information, Viper.

- We are a couple of investors, celebrating our anniversary and big fans of Mr. K.

- Sabine, try not to mention how stupid you think that nickname is.

- I think he's completely stupid and despicable, but that's okay I'll do my best.

- That's how I like it! Sova?

- The plan is to talk to him long enough to listen to the meeting he will have later with the scientists from the Kingdom.

- And if everything goes wrong ? Viper ?

- We call you.

- Without fighting back?

- Without fighting back.

- I'll let you finish getting ready and then I'll take you to the restaurant.

The door closed and they fell into comfortable silence. Viper tried to understand the things Killjoy and Raze had prepared them to wear and while she read, she fixed her snake earrings and Sova checked if they weren’t forgetting anything. The fact that the domestic scene sounded so familiar to both of them didn’t go unnoticed, seeing the woman beside him hand over his fake ring was also painfully ironic.

For the first time, she turned and Sova could see her back fully exposed, this was already becoming torture. A chill went up his body, like a danger signal, forcing him to shake his head to avoid any inappropriate thoughts. His blood froze when he heard what she said next :

- Do you trust me ?

This was not what he expected, not by far. Perhaps a sarcastic comment or warning, but that question caught him off guard.

-Y-Yes.

- We’re about to enter a building completely guarded by Kingdom, even if it looks like a fancy restaurant on the roof of a building: Make no mistake.

- Right.

- We will not have any kind of communication with the outside, as soon as we enter we will leave our wiretaps aside. They will search us, they are suspicious of everything and everyone, so don’t mention specific things or the name of anyone in the protocol at any time.

- And how are we going to call for backup?

She turned to him, there was a certain irritation in her eyes but also a certain fear. Oh. They wouldn't call for backup. The two had to work together or they could die.

- It’s the safest way for the protocol and I know that an important meeting like this cannot come that easy for us.

Sova knew that the information was essential for the end of this war between worlds, to obtain answers and to help in the researches that Valorant did.

- We need a subject then, a goal for this dinner.

Viper smiled, knowing that the hunter would never let her down. The two had this strange dynamic of always knowing what the other need, whether on the battlefield or on the way to death at a fatal dinner.

- Yes, forget that happy couple thing. We need something credible and that will excuse the attention of anyone who tries to listen to us.

- What if it was the opposite ?

- A couple who hate each other? Interesting.

- Tired of each other ...

- Keeping the flame burning in the midst of discussions ...

This time the initiator smiled, perhaps enjoying the make-believe too much. They had little time and so they walked to the door together, discussing their past and false present.

- And how you love to make me suffer.

° • °

They went down a block behind the Hotel where the dinner was to take place. One of the entrances led to the kitchen and the other to the hall. Upon entering the building, the two kept only to their cell phones. Discarding almost all of the equipment where the kitchen was. Viper took care to hide them well without any of the employees seeing, Sova made sure to identify all the cameras and prepare the way so that both could leave without any suspicion.

Brim immediately realized that none of the agents' audio outputs were working and called the controller. Viper thought about hanging up, but they were already getting into the elevator and needed to get into the characters.

- Mr. Bryant! How are you ?

- Sofia please, you promised.

Sova said in an irritated tone, squeezing her waist as a warning. How did his hand got there? Why did it seem so natural? And how she couldn't feel irritated by this sudden liberty?

- Calm down, I have everything under control and as soon as I can, I’ll send you. We just need to ... review some things in the contract.

She hung up the phone and apologized saying that she couldn't help but answer her boss. Sova snorted, causing her to look at him. God, it would be a long night...The elevator operator seemed curious about the story, especially when he heard:

- Keeping people waiting is what you usually do, Sofia, I don't think it's that hard.

Oh, that was low. She smiled at him falsely, facing danger head-on. Sova swallowed and a lapse of insecurity appeared in his eyes. Had he gone too far?

- Patience is a gift, dear.

The tension between the two was enough to make the operator look away. Viper exited the elevator, parading towards the restaurant, lost in thought and trying to regain some control. Sova took a deep breath before following her, mesmerized for a brief moment by the cleavage. That woman would be his death, for sure.

°•°

Mr. K was sitting in the back of the restaurant, a completely despicable and indecent man who authorized the experiments in Omen, who didn't care who but how much. He had met her as an intern, the young Sabine who worked in ward 236 with a uniform that covered her face and made her just one more genius among the others he hired.

Sova also had reasons for hating the man, after all, he was the one who evicted his poor babushka from his family's hut. And now even if more comfortable in the city, she keeps complaining about missing the fresh air and the remains of her father that were buried on that floor. Mr. K knew exactly what he was doing because a week before he came into her house and had dinner with the food that his grandmother had prepared with such affection, if Sova had been there that night he would have finished with the man right there.

°•°

Until the appetizers were served, everything was going well, they talked and irritated each other all the time. But their waiter... A poor, inexperienced recruit from Kingdom who took too long to serve the wine.

Sova's napkin "fell" and a small device caught his attention, he quickly got up and signaled to Viper, that touched the bottom of the table and quickly stopped as soon as she felt what it was about.

From then on, another conversation started between them. Much more aggressive and quick, between their eyes and being ignored by everyone around. The device that captured what THEY were saying was something expected but added a certain insecurity to their hearts. Was tha plan still on board? They had to wait patiently for the right moment to strike, and continued to speak in the midst of the initial panic.

- It seems like you can go more than ten minutes without looking at your cell phone. (Sova's eyes subtly signaled the man looking at the clock across the room)

- Ha-ha how funny, I'm rolling on the floor laughing. Tell me Boris, how long did you rehearse this joke? (Viper scanned the surroundings trying to check if something weird was going on)

- Long enough to see your beautiful smile ... I believe it worked. (She stared at him, dead serious and raised an eyebrow in defiance.)

The same waiter returned with the main course. On the other side of the room, Mr. K got up to go to the bathroom and they knew that the opportunity was unique to put the tracker on him. Her phone rang and she thanked Brim for the perfect timing.

- You won't answer. (For a brief moment she thought he meant it, that it was a warning about something she hadn't noticed. A need to counter it, however, came to her.)

- It’s important. (She answered looking at the waiter who was taking too long to serve them and signaled him to hurry up.)

- Sofia! (He was irritated, indignant and perplexed by her calmness. Not only that, she raised her hand to stop him speaking. Sova was reaching his limit, the man could leave at any moment and their chances would be lost.)

From the outside he just looked like a husband indignant at not receiving attention from his workaholic wife. They were buying this idea, because "Sofia” had casually crossed her arms and completely ignored the man in front of her still talking on the phone. On the other side of the line, Brim just pretended to understand all that bureaucracy that the agent spoke and agreed to, repeating a few words.

The Russian's blood boiled and after seven and a half minutes without getting her to return to attention he decided to take the reins of the situation and marched to the bathroom irritated.When he arrived at the men's room, he was faced with a grotesque scene. Mr. K, leaning over one of the toilets, putting out all the appetizers he had eaten.

- Are you okay, sir ...?

His response was another wave of vomiting that seemed to go on forever. Sova took the small device from his pocket and easily put it on the man's collar as he tried in vain to help him. When he pushed the agent away it was too late, the tracker was already in position.

- I-I’ll call someone to take you to the hospital, sir.

An even worse noise came from the man, seeing as a positive response, Sova walked over to his table without paying attention to Viper. She disconnected the call and holded his arm.

- What happened ?

- There's a man, sick in the bathroom. I think it's best to talk to his companions about ...

She agreed. Letting him go alone, watching the desperation on the faces (even the waiter) when they all went to the man's rescue. Predictable. In the midst of the confusion, they didn’t notice that they had left all their belongings aside, nor did they suspect when she approached the table and placed a small device in the wallet of Samuel Kingdom, nor did they notice the trackers that she managed to fit in at least three men who ran past her.

Her "husband" came up supporting the target, helping him return to his table and staring at her all the time. A chill went up her spine when he finally sat in front of her, loosening his tie a little and removing his jacket. Sova was a little breathless, scared but apparently satisfied. Viper looked at the main course, looked at the man in front of her and made a decision.

- Tired, dear? I love it when you save the day...

Sova grunted, almost losing the little patience he had left and closed his eyes thinking about how happy he would be to take out the anger at his training the next day. He almost took a bite, but stopped in the middle of the path when he felt Viper's foot caressing his right leg. In the eye of chaos, at a almost ruined mission, she managed to find another way to frustrate him. it took all the strength he had not to get out of there and take a cold shower, it would have to be freezing to make him calm down.

- Sofia. I swear to God that if you keep doing this ...

Teasing the hunter was one of her favorite hobbies, but her real intention was to get rid of that annoying recruit who continued to spy on them both.

- Doing what?

Unbelievable. Could it be that the woman couldn't feel an ounce of compassion for his situation? The last hour was the most tense of his life, all the worry and calculation that the two did, didn’t seem to matter, he risked everything for her, directly disobeyed Brim's orders and all of this didn't even come close to how frustrated he felt for not even being able to touch her as he wanted.

And how he desired her was no secret, the lust in his gaze was nowhere near the thirst he felt every day and night. His feelings at the top of his skin being made fun of and being part of a circus.

- I pay the bill, meet me on the stairs next to the elevator.

Oh oh. He was so lost in thought that he had only noticed at that moment the predatory look that the scientist had.

- Let me just finish the dish, I'm hungry.

- Me too.

Without raising any suspicion, even from her partner she managed to hide a knife in her purse. There was just one more thing left ... Boris got up asking for the bill to be brought and went to the indicated place, taking a sip from the wine glass and leaving his plate untouched. Everything happened very quickly, he went out to the Hall on the floor and realized that someone was following him. The sound of footsteps was not that familiar high heels and it seemed much more urgent than it should have. He was unarmed and had promised Viper that under no circumstances would he call anyone. With no way out, he turned to see the waiter who was serving them.

- Who are you and who do you work for?

The boy looked scared but determined, his hand was shaking as he held the Ghost.

- I don’t know what you're talking about.

- Don’t lie!

God, the boy was almost screaming. What would they threaten to do to him if he was unable to finish the job? Sova opened his mouth to speak, to try to argue anything, but it was too late. Blood was already running down the boy's throat as he fell at his feet. In front of him, Viper held the dinner knife, she took a handkerchief from her bag, sprayed a liquid and wiped it, leaving it beside her body.

- Thank you.

She held out her hand to him, the two went down the stairs, crossed the top floor and returned to the restaurant to take the elevator without raising suspicion.

The same elevator man was waiting for them, curious to know how the couple's night would end. Sova smiled at the operator and hugged his "wife", trying to forget the situation a little.

- Someone is needy today...

If the sarcastic comment hadn't been followed by a kiss on his neck, he might be able to formulate an answer. His hands instinctively squeezed her bare back, pulling her close and making room for just a gasp in response.

* PLIM *

The elevator arrived and they left without speaking. The operator nodded and winked at him, showing his thumb as a sign of pure approval.

Even after hearing Brim's scolding, the two remained silent on the way back to Headquarters and both went to their rooms without saying goodbye.

At least, that's what Sova thought.

He lingered in the shower, thinking about how Viper managed to be calculating in the most tense moments. He put the water as cold as possible to get her out of his head, but the events of the night were flashing back in his mind. Still wrapped in the towel, he recognized the perfume and turned on the light.

- Since the lobster was poisoned, I decided to bring you a- oh.

Poisoned? How did she know the lobster was poisoned? Why the hell did she suggest that he order that dish then? So that was the reason for her calmness, she knew the man would run into the bathroom because Mr. K also ordered the lobster, and she annoyed him to almost lost his mind just to keep it undercover...

Sova had so many questions and they all died when he saw Sabine's flushed face. Was the all-powerful and controlled Viper speechless when she saw him shirtless?

- May I know how you got here?

He said heading towards his closet with no intention of drying off halfway. He took a while, trying to give back the torture he had suffered in the last few months ... He didn't get an answer, but he also didn't know if he wanted to.

- I have to thank you for saving me, but I'm not sure if I should because you almost poisoned me, am I right, Sabine?

The controller's mind was blank. The only thing she could conceive of was the existence of the man in front of her. Okay, she also wore a nightgown with a clear intention of provoking him and keeping him waiting again, but she was tired of walking away, of avoiding contact, of not being able to fully enjoy him.

- Eat first, thank me later.

Was all she was able to say. He laughed and moved closer and closer to her, taking the plate from her hands and placing it on the table in front of the window. This was already getting ridiculous in her opinion, but he really needed to eat so he asked her to wait and put his pajamas in the bathroom.

- So tell me...

His phrase died there, the passionate kiss was everything he hoped for and better than he dreamed. His hands were holding the woman in front of him to make sure it was really happening. The two pulled away abruptly for air, Sova smiled and Viper had an expression of astonishment that was almost comical..

- I-I don't know what came over me!

Sova went to the table stupidly happy with the situation and opened the package with the hamburger. She was still standing in the middle of the room and he contemplated his effect on her, deciding to give her time to get used to the idea.

- I should have let you eat the lobster.

Her voice was a little hoarse. She sat across from him, waiting for him to finish the meal. Sova bit the bread, but stopped in the middle of the way to feel Viper's foot caressing his right leg. This time he wouldn't wait.

This time he was not going to be frustrated.

#sova #viper #oneshot #undercover #anon ask #soviper #valorant #valorant sova #valorant viper #this is probably going to ao3 #i'm so tired ans sleepy but i finally finished it

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bonesofapoet · 4 years

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ABANDONED VALOR

[frank castle x musician!reader]

author’s note: one of those 'i didn't want you to see me like this, but here we are anyway." things, in which our beloved musician!reader figures out who frank castle Really Is. we all knew i would come back to them eventually. implied violence, blood/injury, Feelings.

word count: 1394

ao3: here

Almost every morning, he woke from a dream.

It wasn’t always the same dream – rarely was it, actually – but the themes were the same, the plot was similar, and he always felt like he’d been shot in the chest, in the stomach, in the heart.

Dreaming about you – that only meant he had gotten too close, is all.

Fuck.

August melted seamlessly into September, the nights growing colder, longer, darker. Summertime sadness drifted off over the sea into the Southern Hemisphere, and that occasional Winter Depression dipped it’s toes in it’s cousin’s place, ready to fill those shoes when the time felt right.

Frank Castle felt the chill of the wind tickle the tips of his ears, tugged the worn leather jacket closer to his body with his hands buried in the pockets. You were walking beside him, arm carelessly, casually, looped through his. He kept eye contact with you scarce, only glanced at you from the corner of his always alert, always on edge gaze.

He had a job to handle that night, and he wasn’t about to let you be caught in the middle of it.

Frank held your old, sticker covered guitar case while you unlocked the door to your apartment building. He reminisced silently over the familiar weight, the familiar feel of having an instrument he loved in his hands for the first time in months, years, eons. He almost forgot what doing something for joy was like, then wondered if that’s why he hadn’t jumped town yet; left without saying goodbye.

Your apartment was very you, the signs you just played a gig prevalent in the organized chaos that overtook the most prominent spaces of your place. Sheets of music scattered on this table, open notes here, lyrics scrawled on scraps of paper there. Empty guitar stands, small holes in the decor void of practice amps and effects pedals. The equipment that belonged in those voids stayed with your band for the night; all you needed was your acoustic and the man who had breathed fresh life into your lungs.

Ars longa, vita brevis you said, when he commented on the way your music worked it’s way into your apartment decor. ‘Art is long, life is short.’ Art doesn’t wait for organization. When inspiration is there. . . it doesn’t wait until you’re primed and ready for pretty note taking. It comes in messy waves and late night dreams; it follows me home on the train when all I have is my phone recorder and a shitty Starbucks napkin.

Fair enough, he answered, lips tilted in that almost-smile, the one that made your heart beat fast against your rib cage. Frank respected the shit out of your artistry, your undying commitment to it – this was not an easy thing to chase, as a hobby or professionally.

God, he fucking missed playing music.

He waited until you were fast asleep, the movie still flickered soft neon colors in the darkness when he slipped out the front door and let himself out.

He wanted nothing more than to stay with you, just for one night. And maybe he should have, because he fucking hated that he came back instead of sticking to protocol, instead of going back to his apartment where no one could trace him back to you.

Whispered curses, heavy footfalls, soft thuds of jostled furniture. The noise of Frank’s return was careful, quiet, controlled. He wasn’t loud enough to pull you away from dreams being dreamt, but you never slept when Frank slipped out into the night. Never dreamed. It was a lazy doze at best, part of your soul reaching out to the soft embrace of a healing sleep, the other clawing for every part of the world to keep awake.

You found him in the bathroom, door half closed with the sink rinsing away the gore from his hands, then freeing it from his face. It was like a second skin, the way shades of red clung to him in varying stages. Rain slick freshness, also tough, dried, aged.

Wide eyes met guarded ones in the mirror’s reflection under the harsh, bright light. The early stages of a black eye began to blossom over Frank’s right eye, and you tensed – he didn’t miss the way you stopped short, the way words died right there in your throat, before they ever left your lips.

Your heart constricted once, twice, thrice – when your eyes finally adjusted from leaving the dark. Knuckles bright red, deep blue, swollen and raw from constant use. An arm cried crimson, begging for anything to stop the tears. Tender ribs, plum colored bruises blossomed the length of his side, around his jaw. That, too, had already begun to swell. He wore the beautiful colors of a sunset on his skin, though instead of being inspired, he threatened to break your heart and paint the tile floor with the rising tides of emotion.

This man with night blooming gardens for armor, for bones, for a life. It was breathtaking, nonetheless.

“Let me,” you said, voice quiet in strained silence. Tentative fingers closed around his shaking hand, took hold of the alcohol ready to kiss his injuries clean.

The fresh thrum of adrenaline went ignored as you worked, slow and efficient. Every time he hissed in pain, clenched hands around the counter top to keep from flinching – the deep ache in your soul flared something bright and fierce and ruthless.

What remained of the night passed primarily without conversation. The occasional questions left your lips, and Frank refused to lie to you. He knew you deserved better than this, than him, than everything his life entailed – but he was not going to poison what little solid ground this – whatever this was – had found by candy coating truths.

When the sky began to deliver the safety of daybreak, he was finally able to meet your eyes without fear. The blue hour was in it’s prime, dripped fresh, thick emotion heightened by a sleepless night. The contrast of his broken body to the regret that made home in his eyes – well.

This sure as shit was not what you signed up for.

“At least,” you spoke, unsure of so many things – unsure of what he expected you to say, after making it quite clear that no, I’m not going to throw you out, and yes, this isn’t ideal, but I knew, Frank. I knew there was something more to you. I knew it wasn’t conventional when you dodged my questions about what you do for a living. “At least you’ve given me new material to write about. Discreetly, of course.”

His shoulders shook before you heard the quiet laughter. It was natural, the smile that broke your sullen expression.

“Always the artist,” his voice was hoarse, but tension melted with the shadows. Soft peony pink light gave chase to unease. The night had begun to settle, and nothing seemed impossible when the sun illuminated skeletons in the closet.

Steady fingertips lifted to graze skin that still resembled skin, traced his cheekbones and threaded through his dark hair. Your touch was feather light, barely there, yet it still made Frank’s heartbeat rage more than any fight ever could.

In that moment, he made up his mind.

History was not going to repeat itself – not this time. Not in this city. Not with you.

A marred hand reached to twine with the one at your side, always gentle, always kind. You minded his injuries best you could, but he would rather feel the white hot flash of pain by your hand than by that of any other.

You lost yourselves in one another, but it was different that night, that morning, that place where time wasn’t quite one thing, nor the next. The lines blurred, then disappeared altogether, because the only thing that mattered was the grasp of those moments. The stark existence of a simple life made of anything other.

When you drifted off to sleep, his fingertips left ember trails smoldering along bare skin. You wondered if you loved him.

You were glowing with golden dust from fallen stars, glittering bright and hazy and he knew, deep, deep down, where this could go, what this could be. If he were someone else, if this was another life.

He slipped out before the sun rose above the horizon.

#frank castle x reader #frank castle imagine #frank castle x you #frank castle oneshot #marvel imagine #frank castle #the punisher imagine #the punisher #marvel one shot #kas writes

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tendous-fingertape · 3 years

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I hope your matchup requests are still open! I’m writing my first every request so I hope I got it right.

I’m a 6’2 18 years old gay guy who uses he/him and they them pronouns! I try to have good style but quarantine is making me commit fashion crimes. Also I am a lanky skinny mess of limbs.

I’m probably more extroverted but I’m dealing with major agoraphobia so public spaces are a big no no. I look kinda intimidating at first bc of my height but am probably approachable as soon as I talk to someone. But if I don’t wanna talk to them I guess I’m really not. I’m very chaotic while being very chill. I’m very easygoing and I hate it when people make drama out of things like jealousy ect (I can’t stand jealous people-). I am ENFP-T and an Aquarius (sharing a bday with Punz). My Humor is very fucked and very trashy.

I am majoring in art right now and planning on maybe starting a tattoo business! My backup plan is majoring in history and becoming a teacher or becoming a stripper- only time will tell what it’ll be.

I play lots of games like valorant, minecraft and rust but occasionally pop in for some party games on hypixel.

They still are! I’m happy to be the first person to receive your first request!! Sorry this is late! I went to bed😳

I had a hard time deciding between a few people but I landed on Karl!

I feel like Karl would help you so much with your agoraphobia!

he would go out and do anything you ask of him

hes like a little puppy tbh

Karl is the opposite of being chilled out, so expect to have to ground him at times!

Karl isn't a jealous person, hes very understanding ,and knows that you are his and he is yours!

He also strikes me as the type of boyfriend who doesn't care what his s/o does for a living

so, if stripping is what you end up doing, he is supporting you through everything!

He enjoys playing minecraft with you and his friends

he feels like its a nice bonding time for all of you!

Because of your quarantine fashion disasters, expect to either be taken away from that, or hurtling towards even worse fashion, with Karl

The amount of funky clothing this man has something is bond to go wrong!

I feel like out of all the people Karl is the best for you!

You aren't extremely different, but you complement each other physically, emotionally, and personality!

Other Possibilities!

Quackity and Punz!

#mcyt matchup #mcyt fanfiction #mcyt x reader #karl jacobs x reader

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tuiccim · 4 years

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Enara (Part 2)

Pairing: Loki X Reader

Words: 2423

Warnings: Fluff, innuendo

Summary: Queen Frigga’s new student of magic is cautious of Prince Loki and his motives.

Enara Series Masterlist

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It was several days before you saw Prince Loki again. It was late in the evening and you were curled up in a window seat of the castle library when he approached you.

"Lady Enara."

You stand and curtsy. "Prince Loki. May I be of service to you?"

"Uh, no." He flashed a smile. "Please sit. I disturbed you. What are you reading?"

"It's about the wizard Fenrik."

"Ah, it's an interesting story."

"You've read it?"

"I've read nearly everything here."

"That's...impressive." You say gazing around the huge space.

The god shrugs as if it was nothing. “Is everyone in your family as studious as you?”

“When it comes to weaponry and battle plans, yes.” You smile.

“None of your brothers study magic?”

“My father does not see a reason for it. They are all required to be warriors.”

“But your father allows you to study the arts?”

“My father tolerates it. He was…” You stop yourself from revealing too much.

“He was?” Loki looks at you questioningly.

“Nothing of importance, my prince.”

“And, yet, I’d like to hear the rest of the thought.”

You roll your lips inward for a moment before continuing, “He was happy to send me to court. A better chance of making a good match. My only real worth to him as a daughter.”

“And you see more worth to yourself?” The prince seems to be taunting you.

“Yes, my prince.” Your voice growing hard, unsure of Prince Loki’s meaning.

“As what?”

“A sorceress. A fighter. An Asgardian woman. I am not a pretty thing to be put on a shelf. I will not sit idle and bear children as if it is my only purpose.”

“A fighter? Kleng allowed you to train?” Prince Loki is intrigued. This was the most he had ever managed to get you to talk.

“Not often, but my brother, Brandr, trained me. He...he understands me.”

“Tell me about your brothers.”

You eye Prince Loki suspiciously. You didn’t understand his motives and so were always cautious around him. “I have five. Eskil, Aesir, Brandr, Magnus, and Siv. They are all strong warriors. All well trained by my father. Eskil is the strongest. He has mastered nearly all weapons. Brandr is the smartest. He seems to know what someone is going to do before they even do it. I sometimes think he has the gift of foresight. Magnus is an incredible horseman. Aesir is calculating, always able to find an advantage or loophole. Siv has incredible ability with knives. He can throw with such accuracy even from a very young age. I often would ask him to help me learn. They are all good men and loyal Asgardians.”

“But your brother, Brandr, is your favorite?”

You smile at Loki's intuition. "We are closest in age and very similar in temperament. He is my closest friend as well as brother. Thor must be your favorite brother.”

“He’s my only brother.” Prince Loki scoffs.

“Then I’m right.” You smile and the prince stares at your mouth for a moment. You bite your lip realizing that you had let your guard down. It was time to go. “I should be getting back. Good night, my prince.”

“If you would like to train, you are welcome to join us.”

“My prince?” You say confused.

“We train everyday. Thor, the Warriors Three, Lady Sif, and I. Join us tomorrow. I’d like to see what you’ve learned.”

“I would not wish to impose, my prince.”

“You won’t. I insist upon it.”

“Yes, my prince. Thank you.”

“Good night, Lady Enara.” Prince Loki’s eyes follow you as you leave.

The next day you approach the training room nervous but confident in your abilities. As you approach the group you watch Hogun and Thor spar with swords. Loki notices you and turns with a smile.

“Ah, Lady Enara. I was just telling Lady Sif that she should spar with you when you arrive. However, you don’t seem dressed to train.” He eyes the long, flowing dress you wear.

You curtsy to Prince Loki and the others. “Forgive me. I quite forgot I was wearing this.” You drop the glamour you are wearing to reveal your purple and gold armor. Purple the color of your father's house. You still wore the pin of Loki's house, as well.

Prince Loki smiles wickedly, “Practicing I see.”

You incline your head to him in acknowledgement and look at Lady Sif trying not to feel intimidated by the strong beauty in front of you. “I would love to spar with you if you are in agreement, Lady Sif.” You hold an arm out to her to shake.

She grasps your arm saying, “It would be my pleasure. Do you have a preferred weapon?”

“Daggers.” You say motioning your hands out as your daggers appear. Lady Sif smiles and grabs her own. Loki is watching you intently. You follow Sif to the middle of the floor and take stance. Lady Sif is very talented with the daggers herself and you find you are meeting each other measure for measure. Thor and Hogun stop their sparring and join Loki and Volstagg watching the two of you.

Fandral saunters over asking, “Who is this lovely creature?”

“Lady Sif, I assume, you recognize.” Loki’s voice is patronizing as he speaks. “The other is Lady Enara, daughter of Kleng.”

“Kleng? I have fought alongside his sons. I did not know of a daughter.” Volstagg booms.

“She must have been trained well by him to hold her own against Sif.” Thor grins.

“Actually, her brother, Brandr, is the one who trained her.” Loki says offhandedly.

Lady Sif is advancing and you see her leading with her left. The positioning is familiar. Your brother Siv would do that same movement right before he would try to force you to drop the dagger from your right hand. Seeing her making the move, you toss your dagger into the air, circle your left arm around pulling hers into a lock and catch the right dagger before placing it to her neck. You were astonished to have pulled the move off but even more so when you heard the other warriors gasp.

"Do you yield?" You ask Lady Sif.

Her face is surprised and perhaps a little impressed. "I yield."

Loki approaches, "Marvelous. I've not seen many best Sif."

Prince Thor says, "Sif, I do believe you've met your match."

You curtsy to the prince and say, "Forgive me, your highness, but I believe I was simply lucky. My brother, Siv, often used the same disarming maneuver. I recognized it and took advantage. Lady Sif is indeed a formidable opponent."

"Indeed she is." Thor agrees. "Allow me to introduce the Warriors Three. Hogun, Volstagg, and Fandral."

You incline your head to all three. "I feel I need no introduction for my brothers have often spoken highly of each of you. My brother Aesir owes his life to you, Fandral. He has not forgotten your valor in battle."

Fandral smiles "He would have done me greater favor to tell me of his beautiful sister."

Fandral the Dashing's reputation is known far and wide in Asgard and therefore you take his compliment with a grain of salt. Still, you smile while saying, "I will let my brother know he robbed you of such a pleasure."

"You have five brothers, correct?" Loki asks.

"Yes. Eskil, Aesir, Brandr, Magnus, and Siv" The question surprised you coming from Loki. You had discussed your brothers just the night before when you realized he had also positioned himself between you and Fandral.

"Eskil is a strong warrior. Followed in his father's footsteps." Volstagg mentions.

"I believe I've met him." Prince Thor states.

Loki turns to you, "How are you with staffs?"

"They are not my strongest weapon but I am competent." You reply.

"Spar with me?" He raises an eyebrow.

"As you wish, my prince." You take the staff he hands you.

"Lady Enara?" Prince Thor calls.

"Yes, your highness?"

"He favors his left." The prince winks at you cheekily.

You look to Loki to see him roll his eyes before taking stance. Before you were even a few minutes in, you knew you were outmatched. Loki's skill with a staff was vast. You jumped as he swung for your legs and managed to block his next hit, but within a few moves he took your legs out from under you and had you on your back and staffless. Holding his staff above you he asked, "Do you yield?"

"I yield." You reply as he helps you up. "Again?"

"You wish to repeat your defeat?"

"You do not learn if you do not train." You say.

"She is right." Hogun says simply.

"Very well, Lady Enara." Loki's smiles. "I don't mind putting you on your back."

The double entendre does not escape you but you choose to ignore it. Loki works with you for an hour. He explains where you make mistakes, shows you some new maneuvers, and is surprisingly patient.

"Thank you for allowing me to train. I should return to my duties." You curtsy to the prince.

"I expect you to join us daily. Your staff work needs improvement and I would like to spar you with daggers." Prince Loki brooks no refusal.

"Thank you, my prince." You are excited to be able to train. "Are you certain it will not interfere with my duties as chatelaine?"

"I couldn't care less if it did. You're worth more as a fighter." Loki says with a gleam in his eye.

You smile at him and through it he sees a bit of your heart revealed.

You work with all of the warriors on different skills. You spar often with Sif and Loki. Anytime you work with Fandral or Thor you find that Loki is not far. Soon, Lady is dropped from your name and a general friendship is formed all around. Loki watches delightedly as the formal chatelaine persona gives way to the sassy warrior he had seen glimpses of.

Mornings are spent learning magic and afternoons are spent training. In between times you see to your duties as chatelaine and your evenings are often spent in the library. Loki joins you occasionally in the library and sits quietly nearby while you both read. You are unsure of his motives but find yourself talking with the prince more and more. Your attraction to him had always been undeniable but now you were beginning to fall for him. It scared you and you fought it.

A few weeks into training, you join Sif and the Warriors Three but notice the princes are missing.

"Sif, where are Thor and Loki?" You ask.

"The Allfather called for them." She replies. "I believe we should work on swords today."

She was avoiding the subject so you chose a sword and joined her. Afterwards, you changed into a gown and went to Loki’s chamber with fresh fruit and drink. Your knock goes unanswered and you let yourself in. The room is dark except for a small sliver of golden light coming in through a curtain. You set the tray down and notice Prince Loki sitting in a chair, head in hands.

“My prince, are you unwell?” You go over to him immediately.

“Unwell and unwelcome.” Loki mutters.

“My prince?”

“My brother will ascend the throne. And I will remain nothing.”

Without thought you drop to your knees and take the prince’s face in your hands. “You are not nothing. You are everything. You are Loki, God of Mischief. Fierce warrior. Prince of Asgard. You can never be nothing.” You speak earnestly. Loki’s eyes snap to yours. It was then that you realized you were touching him for the first time outside of training. This was an entirely different and intimate touch. Your eyes widen with the realization of what you are doing. You pull your hands from his face and put them to the floor with your head bowed. “Forgive me, my prince. I forgot myself.”

Your wrists are grabbed and Loki wrenches you up to face him. His eyes are glittering green as he stares into you and then he places your hands back onto his face. He closes his eyes and leans into your touch. You bring your face to his and place a feather light kiss on his cheek. Loki releases your wrists and the next thing you know he is lifting you into his lap. Your arms go around his neck and he cradles your face as he brings you in for a kiss. It’s slow and sweet. The tenderness of it surprises you. And then, he deepens the kiss and your tongues dance around each other. He presses you closer to his chest and you shutter. You pull away before the passion overwhelms you.

Biting your lip you look up at him, “We have to stop.” You move to stand and he holds you to him.

“Why?” He says gruffly.

“I will not be one of your conquests, my prince. Your reputation is well known.”

“Do you think that is all I want from you?”

“I do not know, my prince, but you have not stated otherwise.” You move to get up and he lets go of you. “And If the queen finds out I am afraid she would expel me from court. I cannot lose this opportunity.”

“Why would she do that?”

“My mother was training in the arts also but gave it up to marry. The queen insisted I take on the position of chatelaine to prove myself. I fear she would not take kindly to a dalliance with her son.”

Loki stands and approaches you. “Upon our first meeting, my darling, you made clear to me you would not be a thing. You have never feared standing up to me. You have shown me so many facets of yourself and I have found each of them fascinating. I am captivated by you and it could never be extinguished by a simple dalliance. If I ever had you in my bed, I fear I would never be able to let you out, but my mind craves you as much as my body."

Your mouth was parted in shock at the prince’s speech. Could you really have captivated the God of Mischief? He had certainly captivated you. You close the distance between you and pull Loki to you for another kiss.

When you part Loki puts his forehead to yours. “So, you do care for me?”

“Did you doubt it, my prince?” You smile.

Part 3

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#Loki #loki fanfic #loki x you #loki x reader #reader insert #loki laufeyson #loki fluff #loki series #loki odinson #prince of asgard #marvel #marvel fanfic #marvel fluff #asgard #asgard fanfic #magic #loki love

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Book Three: Pestilence (Ignis x Reader) Chapter Three

"No red carpet, but a stone staircase is the next best thing," Gladio commented as they navigated down the flight of stairs.

"The entrance to Costlemark only opens during the night. Seeing as we don't have time to wait, I manipulated the mechanism," (Y/n) said.

"A stimulation of shadows activated the mechanism sealing the entrance," Ignis stated as he pieced the puzzle together in his head. "A splendid display."

"Exactly," the Horseman replied. "Even during the brightest time of the day, shadow spells never fail."

"I'm guessing your speciality is spells. You're too dainty to be a sword wielder," Gladio comments.

"How perceptive of you, Gladio, and a little judgmental. Though, I'll let that last comment slide. I'm an enchantress and specialize in fire, lightning, ice, light, and shadow spells."

"Whoa...That's more than Noct can use!" Prompto chanted.

"I'm also well-versed in the artes of healing. Morosely, my knowledge of herbs won't be helpful in battles."

"So we have a healer now? Yes!" The gunslinger cheered. "Now we won't have to stock up on potions so much!"

Descending the last flight of stairs, Noctis glanced at the girl. "You got a staff or something like that? Y'know, like what healers have in video games?"

"I know not of these "video games" you speak of, but yes. I posses a staff." (Y/n) held out her hand and summoned her staff.

"Ooh, never seen a staff like that," Prompto comments. He eyed the weapon until his eyes stopped at her bare feet. "Um, are your feet gonna be okay, (Y/n)? What if you step on something?"

"I'll be fine, Prompto. Without shoes, I can feel the mana flowing through the network of veins inside Eos. I'm able to tap into their energy and use an unlimited amount of mana," she replies. "With how often I cast spells, a large supply of mana is exactly what I need."

Reaching the first chamber, the group was greeted by several gelatins. As the boys were summoning their weapons, the purple blobs suddenly melted and retreated. Noctis dispelled his sword with a scowl. "What the...?"

"Did they just...run?" Prompto asked in disbelief.

"Apparently so." Ignis glanced toward Pestilence and saw the seemingly innocent smile on her face. "Care to explain, (Y/n)?"

She continued smiling as she answered the tactician. "Daemons tend to flee in my presence. Apologies for not mentioning it earlier."

"Does this mean this is gonna be easy?" Prompto asked with a hopeful gleam in his eyes.

"Guess we'll see," Noctis replied.

Seeing as the daemons had fled, the group decide to make their way down a hallway to their left. Gladio glanced around at the walls and commented on the structure. "Well, this place is seriously ancient."

"Indeed," Ignis agreed with the brute. "These walls have well withstood the test of time. A stark contrast to the ruins that lie above."

Inside the next chamber, more daemons appeared. While the gelatins immediately fled, the galvanades hadn't picked up on Pestilence's scent until they surrounded the group. When one tried to launch itself at the Horseman, it received a whiff of her mock orange fragrance and retreated alongside its fellow daemons.

"It's so nice not having to fight," Prompto sighs contently.

"There are daemons out there more brazen than others. Some may try to attack if they've the courage to," (Y/n) stated. "But I've yet to encounter one with such valor."

"Let's hope none possess the audacity," Ignis stated.

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A couple of hours passed by and the group had yet to find the royal arm. They had encountered hordes of daemons, but not a single one engaged them in combat. Prompto was whistling to himself with his hands on the back of his head as they strolled down a spiraling ramp. "I could totally get use to this. We haven't even lifted a finger down here!"

Before Gladio could even respond, a yojimbo manifested from the ground with its katana resting against its shoulder. When the boys thought it would run like the others, they waited for it to retreat. When (Y/n) saw it didn't fear her, she tried to shout out to the others but she kept her lips sealed knowing her words wouldn't reach them in time.

The daemon lunged toward Ignis, who was unprepared for the sudden attack. Before he could even react, someone pushed him out of the way. He heard a shrill scream and the sound of a blade ripping through flesh. His emerald eyes widen in horror when he spotted (Y/n) pinned to the ground with the yojimbo's sword pierced through her chest all the way to the hilt. The daemon finally picked up on the Horseman's scent, but it was too late. The boys had dealt with it before it could scurry away.

Once it was eliminated, the four rushed over to (Y/n) and saw the pain written all over her face. She tried to smile through the excruciating pain, but she could only muster a tormented frown. "C-Could one of you gentlemen p-provide a helping hand?"

Gladio was shocked to see she wasn't dead while Noctis supported Prompto when he felt faint from seeing the immense amount of blood pooling underneath the girl's body. Ignis stepped forward and met her (e/c) gaze as he wrapped his hands around the hilt of the blade. "Th-The slower you are, the m-more painful it will b-be, Ignis. Just...rip it out."

"(Y/n), I-"

"I'll be f-fine. Please, hurry."

Ignis nodded and used all his strength to yank the sword out of the stone floor and the Horseman's body. She yelled in pain as the sword exited her body. The tactician was about to grab a potion when he witnessed the skin stitch back together and mend perfectly.

(Y/n) sighed in relief, placing a hand over where the wound once was. "Immortality is a blessing and a curse. A shame the pain is not annulled." She pushed her upper body off the ground and thanked Ignis. The strategist took one of her hands and carefully helped her back onto her feet.

"B-Blood..." Prompto whimpered with a pale face.

Pestilence glanced down and realized the blood that still remained on her body. She gazed apologetically at the blonde. "Apologies, Prompto. I fear I lack the proper equipment to purge the blood from my clothes at the moment."

"A-Are you okay?" The gunslinger managed to ask, trying not to look at the blood.

She nodded with a smile, trying to hide the crimson liquid with her arms. "Yes. All has mended."

"Damn..." Gladio cursed, still in shock from seeing the young girl stabbed. "Iggy would be dead right now if you hadn't been here."

"If I weren't here, you four would be somewhere much safer," the Horseman rebuttals.

"Nonsense, (Y/n). Gladio is correct," Ignis said. "I'm indebted to you."

"I simply did what was right. You are not indebted to me in any way, shape, or form, Ignis." The royal advisor was speechless and had no clue how to respond to her. The snowy-haired girl noticed this and decided to change the subject. "Let's continue forth. That royal arm is not going to magically appear in front of us."

"Dude, if they could, this would be a thousand times easier!" Prompto chanted. "Noct would have all thirteen royal arms by now!"

"If things were really that easy, we'd be in Altissia already," Noctis said.

Pestilence knew of the prince's engagement to the Oracle. Ignis had informed her of their journey and their struggle to reach the city upon the water during their lengthy chat this morning. She was glad he filled her in on the details so she could understand their predicament better.

They continued deeper into Costlemark with no repeated incidents like the one with the yojimbo. The five came across a lengthy pathway with darkness enshrouding everything. Prompto glanced around them and into the darkness. "And what have we here?"

"Dunno, but it's huge," Gladio answered.

The sharpshooter groaned when he noticed how long the path was. "I'm too tired to walk all the way across."

"We'll call it a night here, then."

"Actually not too tired!"

"I'm not so sure about that, Prompto," (Y/n) said. "You have been yawning the most out of all the others."

"Think you, uh, could send some of that immortality my way so I wouldn't need to sleep?" The blonde boy questioned with a gulp.

"I'm afraid not. You will have to stave off the weariness yourself."

"Ugh..."

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Inside a large chamber, the group was bewildered when they found no way to proceed forward. The boys thought about backtracking to see if they had missed anything, but they abandoned the idea when they saw (Y/n) sauntering over to one of the strange platforms. They followed after her as she stood in the middle of the platform and used the sharp tip of her staff to trigger it.

"The floor!" Prompto gasped, bracing himself as the panel descended into the floor.

"It's moving," Gladio gaped in shock.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa-?!"

Noctis glances toward (Y/n). "How did you...?"

"A lucky guess," she smiled. "I've wandered ruins like these before and they contain the same mechanism. Though, if I'm honest, I did not expect it to work." She pressed the hidden mechanism once more and the platform retreated into the side of the wall, forcing them to jump down.

A few daemons manifested in the narrow space, but they disappeared in a heartbeat. The Horseman proceeded forward and pressed another switch.

After what felt like hours of traveling through a network of passageways, the five were dumped into a large room and ambushed by gelatins and a red giant. Unlike the other daemons they encountered, these were willing to stand against the group with such a large ally on their side.

"Guess these guys aren't running for the hills," Gladio said, summoning his greatsword.

"This was supposed to be easy!" Prompto whimpered as he conjured his handgun.

"Stop bitchin', start killing."

(Y/n) kept a safe distance away from the daemons alongside Prompto. She targeted the larger assailant while the boys dealt with the gelatins. Using a powerful ice spell, she was able to shatter the giant's swordarm. It roared in pain, collapsing on its back. Gladio and Ignis saw the opening and took out the large daemon. Noctis and Prompto took out the last gelatin and turned just as the red giant's body decomposed.

"Talk about a surprise party," Prompto huffed, dismissing his pistol.

"Yeah," Noctis sighed. "Could've done without it."

Suddenly, a viridescent light enshrouded the four boys. The warm radiance expelled their exhaustion and healed their wounds. Noctis, Prompto, Gladio, and Ignis gazed at (Y/n) as her staff vanished.

"That was..." Ignis started.

"Refreshing!" Prompto finished the advisor's sentence.

Pestilence smirked at the boys. "Glad to be of assistance. Now, let's see where this leads." She gestured to a platform in the middle of the large vacant room. They stepped onto the panel and rode it up to the room they had been in thirty minutes ago.

"Great..." The raven-haired boy sighed heavily. "We're back at square one."

"Not necessarily," (Y/n) said. She checked the other panels and found another one had a switch. "Over here!"

The boys rushed over just as she activated the panel. "Ugh..." Prompto groaned. "Here we go again..."

Following the path, they reached a crossroad when two panels had switches. Noctis went to activate one, but the Horseman stopped him. "I suggest the other switch, Noctis."

"Why's that?" The prince questioned.

(Y/n) gestured to the symbol on the floor. "A symbol commonly used to guide those who've lost their way."

"Uh, okay." Noctis pressed the switch and the other passage was sealed. They followed the path all the way to the end, where they discovered an elevator. Stepping aboard, the lift carried them deeper underground into a lab.

"Wonder how deep we are," Prompto wondered. "And we just keep goin' deeper and deeper."

"No idea," Noctis stated. "Who would build a lab all the way down here?"

"The people who once lived here. You'd be baffled at how all this ancient machinery still works as if new," Pestilence said. "It's rather fascinating."

"You're quite knowledgeable of ancient ruins, (Y/n)," Ignis pointed out.

The white-haired girl glanced at the advisor for a brief second before looking away. She clenched her hands together, refusing to meet any of their gazes. "I've told you of how I became a Horseman, but not who I was before this life." She inhaled deeply before continuing. "I was an archeologist from Galahd. My work took me all over Lucis and certain parts of Accordo."

"Quite an accomplishment at such a young age," the tactician compliments.

"It was all thanks to my father I was able to accomplish so much before my life was taken from me." (Y/n)'s voice was low and brimming with melancholy.

"How did you-?" Prompto started to ask, but didn't get to finish as Ignis had picked up on what he was going to ask.

"Prompto," the bespectacled man scolded.

The blonde hadn't realize what he was about to ask until it had almost left his mouth. "S-Sorry..."

"A tale for another time, perhaps," (Y/n) said, offering the blonde boy a kind and gentle smile to ease his guilt.

"What's it like-y'know, being resurrected 'n stuff?" Noctis asked.

"Mostly strange. Eos has changed immensely since my departure. I'm also aware that my home is...gone. I did plan to see it once I arrived, but I learnt of its downfall."

"Must've been difficult to learn the truth," Gladio comments.

"It was, but I've come to terms with it."

Everyone fell silent as the elevator reached its destination. As they stepped off, they could feel heavy footfalls and glanced behind them. A giant beast stomped towards them with a mighty roar.

"What the hell is that?" Gladio scowled.

(Y/n) conjured her staff, staring into the beast's eyes. "A jabberwock."

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Panphobic

Proana/thinspo/meanspo

LGB/Trans-exclusionist/THAT kind of radfem

Enbyphobic/Non binary exclusionist

Pro Autism Speaks

Ableist

Anti MOGAI

Some stuff about me (I’ll try and update this as regularly as possible. Bigger sections separate blog info from personal info):

⚪ Anon? ⚪

I never go on anon to be honest. I’m gonna say what i say and show that it’s me saying it. However, i allow anon asks, so if you’re a little shy or whatever go ahead!

🎂 Birthday 🎂

March 11, 1996.

🐱 Cats or dogs? 🐶

😻 Cats! I love dogs too (Huskies especially!), but i’m a certified crazy cat lady. Currently caring for a calico, her name is Fornia. Like California. (’cause we live here)

🟪 Discord/Twitch 🟢

🄰🄽-🄸🄶🄼🄰 #2173

In addition i run a couple discord servers, Memescene and ArticleArchive.

ArticleArchive: https://discord.gg/z6jtvhKQRA - For educational purposes. We archive images and articles from Wikipedia, Wikimedia, and other sources to compile free information for people in studies. - Subjects like LGBT+, biology, topography, world cuisine and more are discussed and archived! 13+ MemeScene: https://discord.gg/nY4EpSe - Purely for sharing, creating and consuming meme media. Was started on April Fool’s day 2019 and has gained a small following! 13+ MyMOGAI: https://discord.gg/Y54C3Pae25 - I’ve recently started a new blog, @my-mogai, which aims to represent little-known or little-supported branches of the LGBTQIA+ community, while also giving fandoms a boost of inclusiveness. 18+

https://www.twitch.tv/zourcherri

🎬 Favorite Film Genres? 🎬

Horror, Animation, Sci-Fi, Paranormal and some Romance and Comedy. Oh, and be sure to recommend me any good Musicals you find as well!

👾 Favorite Games? 👾

Terraria Final Fantasy 12 Borderlands 2/PreSequel Team Fortress 2 Nier: Automata Kingdom Hearts 1 SimCity

🐾 Furry? 🐾

🐾 Furry, 100%! (And it doesn’t mean i want to do anything inherently s*xual or gross. It just means i really like anthro character designs!) I have alot of furry OCs as well, which i’ll eventually get around to introducing.

🎮 Game Fandoms? 🎮

Borderlands, Animal Crossing, Kingdom Hearts, Nier, Final Fantasy, Gex, Monster Hunter, Terraria, Halo, Crash Bandicoot, Driver, Telltale, Team Fortress 2, Portal, Rhythm Heaven, Ace Attorney, Gosh there’s alot of ‘em to name here. I also love to discuss game lore, so feel free to send asks or DMs related to that stuff!

Hobbies

🎨 Art - Some traditional, but mostly digital and 3D. - I now have two side blogs i use, specially made for posting artwork and sharing other’s art. (l3m0n-l4dy, strawberry-scented-psx-logo) 🍴 Cooking - Started small, but now i have over 50+ original recipes. I’ll share one every now and then. - I’ll also share cooking tips and hacks. 🔊 Micspam - Be careful if you use Discord servers like Fortnite, Rainbow Six Siege, Valorant, PUBG/PUBG Mobile or Black Ops; i frequent these. I’ll post compilations of my micspam escapades from time to time. - I’ve also recently begun doing audio mashups and edits. 📷 Photography - I take out a digital camera sometimes to snap a pic of something outside i find neat, film some clouds, or take photos of animals. 📄 Writing - Another hobby i’m insecure about. I have a ton of drafts i add onto and add onto, but hardly ever share with anyone. Hopefully soon, i will. - I recently started an AO3 account, so this is picking up some steam at least.

📝 Nicknames? 📝

I’ve decided to start going by Cherri/Anigma.

But you can also call me Crystal, Krystal, or cry/krystie.

💞 My Besties 💞

Let me know if you want added to/removed from this list!

@kamkairo @handsome-jackoff @silverdashipper @angiethewitch @rust-4-life @gofficangel @of-faunsandyellowflowers @moniiirose @redback-phoenix-the-raptor @ginger-the-espeon @handsome-jackoff @michellespenscratchz @trans-bloblobber

💌 My Favorite Blogs! 💌

Let me know if you want added to/removed from this list!

@snowysaur @dp2282 @fairy-space @shitposts-from-the-borderlands @politijohn @p4radox99 @cort3d @handsomepeacock @mens-rights-activia @sleepypotatostudio @captainshivers @holographicai @bastardfrog27 @97tysons-trans-rat-emporium @fairy-space @mspareader @yinx1 @thecutestdinosaur

💕 Partner 💕

@p0rtalmadness is everything to me. I feel what a puppy feels when their human comes home to them with you. Love you, want you, need you. All the way.

We’re an open relationship, but we normally don’t bring it up until both sides are comfortable!

🕚 Queue 🕚

I didn’t use the queue that much until recently. It works, but i have to fight the queue menu sometimes to get it to work properly lol. Expect some posts and reblogs to be automatically posted from 3 - 7 AM, or 1 - 9 PM. There may be a few odd-hour posts here and there.

Sexuality

Pan all the way!

Side Blogs:

@strawberry-scented-psx-logo (Stims) @lime-psx-logo (Games) @l3m0n-l4dy (Fandoms)

...In closing...

Content posted is highly inconsistent, and a majority is just reblogs. In order to navigate my original works, use my URLs as tags.

Right now, i don’t have submissions enabled (on strawberry i do, just not this blog). I just don’t see what COULD be submitted as content. But, if i figure out something in the future, then you’ll see the option appear on my blog.

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