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eloaholiveira · 9 months
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I wrote my first fanfic! Its a one shot mostly based on this art i did a while ago
https://archiveofourown.org/works/48430570
Enjoy!
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chodzacaparodia · 1 year
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katyspersonal · 1 year
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(Sad)
I am such a goddamn helpless baby, lol
I just woke up, and within my interesting dreams, there was me using internet and seeing that one mutual again. They were the first person to interact with me in this fandom almost two years ago and they were crucial part of my Tumblr and fandom experience, really. Always thinking deep and giving hella interesting ask replies and writing fanfics, they were like... smart? Worth talking to. I just loved seeing their takes a lot? They liked my lore too and they offered solid ideas of their own, which was refreshing.
But like, they disappeared one day, just deactivated both Tumblr and AO3 apparently? And it felt a little less right on Tumblr without them, but after having a dream that they were back I just wake up and cry? Jeez
Guess you never know who/what happens to be really important for good internet experience???? Like just following a blog that vibes right can end up being such a comfort thing for my sorry autistic ass. It is hard to explain that I cherish people who have something to say, who are worth talking to! But it is always the best one who either deactivate or just never post again one day? Though it is only natural that sane people run from what internet and fandoms became
#personal#/vent#sometimes it just doesn't occur to me how much i am starving for 'people who have something to say'#ive found new cool mutuals since then sure#but wow. my dashboard really IS not the same without that user#internet is treacherous#just recently i kept experiencing dull pain because a youtuber i loved just up and deleted his videos#and they were never archieved anywhere#internet just keeps losing cool people with depth and complexity!!!!! it just keeps happening!!!!#you only realize it if you love to THINK but you just...#keep running into empty people who just parrot same and same 'woke' things without any thought added#who have nothing to say about fictional characters except for what are their divercity points#or wholesome headcanons or just regular stuff (if character is good)#or just bash the characters without any nuances (if they are bad)#like... wow i am surrounded by people who have nothing interesting to say or think#nothing novel nothing personal to add and call just their unique take#art styles copy each other words and thoughts copy each other and it feels like everyone is on auto pilot#i cherish mutuals and online friends who have their own thoughts rather than transmitting something 'common'#like even if you say dumb shit at least as long as it is YOURS and not something the 'cool kids' pushed in your empty skull?#you are worth talking to! you are a person!#sometimes people speak and think and feel so similarly that i cannot tell them apart!#i do not mean like liking a popular thing or being statistically common ofc. i mean unique kind of empty.#and it is dreams like this that make me scared cool users will just keep leaving the internets#like do you ever feel like everyone but few thinks on autopilot? you just know not a single thought is their own#here i go ranting about what nobody will get until they experience it themselves
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whitexwolfxx310 · 1 year
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New Year's Eve (1/2)
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Pairing: Bucky x female reader
Summary: Bucky asks for you to accompany him to a big event. Your response is yes, but only if he'll do the same for you.
Warnings: Y/N, picture fluff x 100...and then add more fluff. Talk of future; families, marriage, etc. Feeling like you're behind on life's milestones. And babies. Lot's of baby stuff in this post!
Word Count: 3700
Gif: Credit goes to @wintersldiers-archieve
A/Ns: This is a New Year's Eve post...Part 1/2. Thank you all so much for reading! If you want to be added to the Taglist, just let me know!
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The chime from the dryer sings it’s ‘all done’ tune. Taking a laundry basket, you open the dryer and pull out the hot, lavender scented towels. You bring the basket over to the kitchen Island counter, using the large flat surface to fold the towels. About two towels in, you notice Bucky. He’s pacing back and forth across the living room. This isn’t typical of him. Normally he’s very calm under pressure so something must be really bothering him. As far as the tightened jawline and lack of expression go, that’s pretty normal.
“Bucky?” You ask, trying to get his attention. He instantly stops in his tracks but still seems distracted.
“Hmm?” He responds. You roll your eyes.
“What’s wrong?” Your tone is soft, encouraging. Getting him to open up has always been one of his downfalls. It has taken almost a year of knowing each other just to etch the very surface that is Bucky.
Sighing, he takes a step forward. “I… have a favor to ask.” His voice sounds… uneasy.
“Yeah, anything. What’s up?” Your hands smooth over the newly folded towel once before giving him your completely undivided attention. It’s easy to tell that he’s not used to asking for something. He normally just handles it himself or has an entire chain of command he has to thoroughly explain himself to. The fact that you would do anything for him, no explanation needed, was something he definitely didn’t expect.
“I mean if we have to hide a body, I can’t know any specific details. If anyone came around here questioning anything my anxiety would take over and I’ll blab everything.” You laugh lightly at your own joke. This doesn’t seem to ease him, so you step around the counter, meeting him in the living room. You place your hand gently against his left elbow. The coolness is something I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of. “What’s going on?” This time, it comes out concerned.
Bucky takes a deep breath, finally being able to look at you. “Ok… here it goes.” Now he’s holding his breath? “I have a… thing to go to. I was wondering if you would be my date?” He asks, still uneasy.
“You don’t have to ask. I’ll be your date to anything.” The response is in complete flattery. Of course I’d be his date… anywhere, anytime.
“That’s the thing…” He starts, his right hand reaching to scratch the back of his head anxiously. “I didn’t know if I would even be back from the mission in time, so I didn’t think to ask you before-“ He's rambling, but you cut him off.
“Hey…” Your voice is softer now, you hand moving from his arm to gently place it on his cheek. “Whatever it is, I’m here for you.” The more this continues getting drawn out, the more nervous you become.
“I have… a military ball this Saturday. I know it’s New Years Eve but I was hoping that you would still say yes?”
“Um. Yes, yes, and did I say, yes?” The excitement in your voice is obvious. Your mind starts instantly racing with a mental checklist of things you’ll need to do in the next few days: Hair, nails, dress with accessories, etc.
“Well… before you say yes.” There’s a catch? “I want to be upfront with you.” Uh huh… open communication, we can talk through it. “It’s for my old division, the 107th.”
“Okay? And?” You’re becoming more confused with each spoken word.
“And…” he sighs. “All soldiers, passed and present are invited. We also honor The Fallen.”
There it is. Now you understand why this was so difficult for him to ask. Not only will Bucky be invited, but Steve, and your father, and your brother Luke will be honored.
“Oh.” Was all you could manage to respond. Bucky is looking around your face, seeing if there’s any indication of uneasiness from you.
“Um… yeah. We can do that.” This time, it didn’t seem as enthusiastic. But, he did look somewhat relieved. “But!” The panic is back on his face as if he were slapped. “Only if you accompany me to something as well?”
“Anything.” He’s trying in the worst way to not seem nervous, but it’s not working. Relationships are about compromise after all, aren’t they?
“I have an event as well.” He visibly relaxes a little. But you’re about to make him uncomfortable again. “I got invited to… a co-ed baby shower. Would you mind… coming with me?” Now you’re the one who is coming across at anxious. This is a stupid question. Of all people, of all events, why would Bucky ever agree to going to something like this?
“Of course.” He agrees, no rebuttal at all. Which is… surprising?
“I need your help shopping for a present too.” You’re smiling, looking up at him with puppy dog eyes, knowing he can’t refuse.
Smiling and then placing a soft kiss on your forehead, he whispers, “Let’s get ready and go.”
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Walking through a mall with Bucky is as entertaining as you thought it would be. It’s as if you sprung your grandpa from the retirement home. His facial expressions as he takes in his surroundings is priceless. The overly large posters from the floor to the ceiling of models in lingerie, young girls walking around in crop tops, the amount of skin and piercings being shown off. It only took about two minutes of being in the building before he focused just to have tunnel vision and ignore the overwhelming culture shock. Not that seeing him uncomfortable was entertaining, but you could just tell he was itching to give the ‘back in my day’ speech.
“Okay. Here we are!” Stopping short, you lock arms with Bucky and turn both of your bodies to the store on the right. The giant periwinkle colored ‘BABY’ sign above the entrance way was intimidating enough. As you go to walk in, he stays in place. You realize you'll have to coax him a little bit. This is a place most women love and every man dreads.
He reluctantly follows you into the store, staying on top of your heels as if he were a child afraid to get separated from their parent. If the giant sign out front wasn’t terrifying enough, the pregnant women, friend groups gushing over how cute it is that a bow matches this onesie, or what does it mean to have different sized bottle nipples, definitely did it.
It’s funny in the sense that this man has gone toe to toe in war, against/for The Avengers, and the Big Three: Aliens, androids, and wizards, and yet, the visual of baby blankets and stuffed animals stops him cold in his tracks.
“You okay?” You ask, nudging him lightly.
Shaking head to snap himself from the unnerving sight, he looks at you giving a small side smile.
“Yeah…” he starts, scratching the back of his head. “I never imagined myself in a place like this.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean…” he sighs. “A family was always something that I wanted, but it wasn’t in the cards for me I guess.” His tone is sad, sorrowful, even regretful.
“Never say never.” You hold onto one on his gloved hands, giving it a small, reassuring squeeze. Not letting the moment linger too long, you return the smile, intertwining your fingers with his. “To the boy department!” You declare.
The amount of all things that is baby is overwhelming to you and this is something you consider exciting. You keep looking at Bucky from the corner of your eye, waiting for the freak out moment. But it doesn’t happen. Even though you’re in what seems like a never ending sea of blue and green puppies, frogs, and dinosaurs, a part of you indulges in the guilty pleasure.
“How about these?” You turn your attention to Bucky, who is now holding a tiny clothes hanger with three separate onesies. Looking at each one, you notice that it stands out from the rest. They’re neutral tones, tan, brown, and off white with different designs of teddy bears.
“Maybe not…” Frowning, he moves to put them back.
“Wait!” You grab his hand holding the outfits. “It’s adorable. I’m just surprised that you picked something, that’s all.”
Bucky shakes his head, smiling. “Everyone always assumes I’m afraid of kids. I love kids, I’m just very cautious around them.” He says, matter of factly. Gazing over his left hand so swiftly that it’s barely noticeable, you realize that he still does not fully trust himself with the vibranium arm. “I will admit though, the amount of stuff you need to have a baby these days is just… wow.” His eyes are constantly shifting between the new and confusing items around the store, focusing on a stroller- car seat combo that is just shy of a thousand dollars.
“Well, I think only one thing could make this even better.” Softly taking the outfits from his hand, you hold them against his chest, making it look as if he were wearing them. “Perfect!” Bucky fakes an overly cheesy smile which sends both of you into a laughing frenzy. “Alright,” You try to be the mature one while trying to suppress the laughs. “just a few more things and we’re all done here.”
Together you pick out a small stuffed teddy bear, a matching blanket and a few miscellaneous items to go with the outfits. Having to explain to him what things were along the way, he was genuinely confused as to what a wipe warmer and sound machine was.
“Is that…” His eyebrows are raised, focusing on what looks like a keurig. “A coffee maker… for babies?”
Grinning, you bite down on your tongue to press back from laughter. “No. It’s a formula machine. It essentially makes the bottles for you.” He’s still staring, bewildered that a tiny human could need something so advanced. “Actually, if you look a little closer…” you take a step forward, pretending to look intensely at the box. “It was manufactured by Stark Industries.”
Bucky’s face falls into a sneer as he realizes you’re just messing with him. “Ha… ha.” He says sarcastically, rolling his eyes.
After paying, Bucky picks up the large box of diapers, carrying it on his shoulder and a large paper bag in the other hand. Letting him walk a few steps ahead of you, taking in the sight of him doing something so normal, so mundane and simple. This cannot be the same person that they claim is the deadliest assassin in history. The one who comes home black & blue, covered in freshly sutured lacerations and blood (that’s not always his.) This is the man you know. The one who loves kids and will go shop for a baby shower present with you. The person that, regardless of the day he’s had, will still come home with a smile and be nothing but warm-hearted and kind. The man that has been surrounded by only violence for 80 years and wants nothing more than to come back for welcoming embraces. This can’t be that man.
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Today’s a big day. Not only is it planned with parties from morning until night, it also happens to be New Year’s Eve. Standing at the front door of your friends house, Bucky by your side, you can’t help but feel a tad anxious. It’s been a while since you have really seen any of your friends. The majority of them are engaged, married, starting families. Your relationship is still relatively new, not reaching any of those milestones yet. Do we even want those things? After hitting the doorbell, your hand retreats to underneath the gift box you’re carrying, fingers anxiously tapping the box. Next you’re feeling a gloved hand over yours and a small kiss on the forehead. “It’s going to be okay.” He reassures.
Taking a deep breath, the door suddenly opens and Elena is standing in the doorway. "Y/N!" She screeches, practically jumping out and scooping you to her body. "It's so great to see you!"
You laugh "Same here, Elena. How has everything been?"
"Oh you know, the same old. Except...." She holds out her left hand to show off a giant, teardrop diamond, gold engagement ring embellished with small diamonds around the entire band.
"Congratulations!! I'm so excited for you and Noah!" The tone comes out too high pitched. Of course you're happy for her, but there is an underlying tinge of jealousy. It hasn't even been an entire minute and we're already starting with the life competition that no one asked to be a part of. Elena is still beaming with her newly engaged glow.
"Annnd. Who is this?" She asks with a small smirk, eyeing Bucky up and down. He smiles, holding out his right gloved hand.
"James." Shaking her hand gently. "Nice to finally meet some of Y/N's friends."
"Pleasure." Elena responds with an undertone of flirtation. Bucky continues to smile, keeping the conversation going. Surprisingly.
"Where can we put this stuff down?" He asks politely.
"Oh!" Elena opens the door more, stepping inside. "There's a table in the dining room. You can put them on there for now." She points to the large room on the right.
With a small side smile and nod in response, he walks into the house. How is it that he is just able to go into a new place, with new people, all about to 'ooo' and 'ahh' over baby things so effortlessly? You catch Elena looking at you as Bucky walks past. Her eyes widen when they make contact with yours, smiling brightly, mouthing "Oh my god!!"
Your cheeks instantly blush red as you follow him inside. It doesn't take long for the people inside to start noticing the two of you together. Now you're the one clinging to him like a child afraid to lose their parent. Small whispers, glances, and smiles seem to wave across everyone at the party. Recognizing some from high school, some from college, and even some acquaintances from your older brother, Luke.
The whirlwind of hugs, cordial catching up questions, and introductions already have you exhausted. And it's only been 30 minutes. It doesn't take long until you both get separated from each other. It's only natural for the men to congregate to talk about sports and swapping stories about the good old days over an endless supply of beer. You occasionally glace over at Bucky, nervous to have thrown the White Wolf to the wolves. Ha. But, to your surprise, he doesn't look as uncomfortable as you imagined he would. While his jawline is still tight, he manages to laugh on que and nod in agreeance. It's sort of irritating how nonchalant the men group always tends to be.
For you on the other hand, it's all mimosas, wedding planning, tropical destinations, buying houses, pregnancy, babies, etc. And aside from downing you're third glass of champagne, you can't relate to any of those things. Starting to daydream, the surrounding chatter starts to become indistinct. That is, until you notice the other women looking at you.
"Hmm? Sorry about that." You shake your head trying to regain focus.
"I asked..." Brooke, the celebrated mom to be says "Where did you find that perfect specimen of a man?" The group collectively giggles.
"Oh, at work actually." The response is sort of anticlimactic.
"Well, are they hiring?!" Kelly, the perfect, tan, and bubbly blonde asks. You manage to fake a laugh, but the devil version of yourself on your shoulder is mocking her.
"So....are things serious with you guys?" Brooke continues to probe.
"Um. Yeah. I think so, at least?" It comes out unsure unintentionally. You've never really discussed your relationship in depth outside of Bucky and yourself. You're met with a group of women staring, waiting for you to give more information.
"Well we've been together going on almost a year." You admit, hoping that the small amount of details would suffice. It doesn't.
"You better get him on board and quick!" Kelly chimes in. "Our biological clocks are ticking and you need to catch up!" If there was ever a statement that made you feel like you were so far behind in life in comparison to everyone else, this was it.
"Stop, Kelly." Elena says under her breath, coming to your rescue.
"I didn't mean anything by it!" Kelly's looking around at the others with innocent eyes. "Also, like, what's up with the glo-"
"Time to open some baby stuff!" Brooke's sister, Haley, calls from the kitchen at the perfect moment.
Screeches of excitement surrounded you as all the other women jumped up to rush inside. You decided to hang back with Brooke, her being left behind to waddle in on her own.
The lady of the hour sits in a beautiful white wicker chair decorated with brown, green, and gold balloons and ribbon. Kneeling down, hands relaxed on your thighs, you've taken on the role of handing your friend gifts to open. Everyone makes the typical 'so cute' comments and 'better get your sleep in now' observations as part of the standard baby shower jokes.
Somewhere in the middle, you hand Brooke your gifts from yourself and Bucky. She opens the box, laying the onesies vertically on her stomach and cuddling the teddy bear stuffed animal. Excited that your gift was the one being opened, you search the room for Bucky. He isn't where you lost saw him and the cluster of men seem to have broken into two separate groups.
Finally, you spot him standing off in the corner with his back towards you, talking to Elena's fiancé, Noah. Only when does he turn his body just slightly, you see why his posture was a little awkward. In his arms, Bucky is holding Autumn, Haley's daughter. Autumn is the most well behaved, Gerber looking baby with brown/green hazel eyes and just enough light brown hair to be pulled up with a tiny bow. Bucky is supporting her on his right hip and arm gently around her. He's wearing the most genuine, heartfelt smile as he exchanges simple pleasantries with her.
"Hi, Autumn. I'm James-" He leans in a little closer to her "But you can call me Bucky. Shh. Don't tell anyone, it's our little secret." He laughs a little, his body movements naturally start to sway back and forth. Autumn giggles, showing off her insanely precious and innocent smile. So it's not just Bucky that likes kids, they like him too.
The moment was just too sweet to interrupt. Everything else in the room seemed to drown out except for those two. You can feel your heart swell in your chest, the butterflies fluttering away in your stomach and it suddenly dropping as if you were on a rollercoaster. What is it about men with babies that makes our ovaries literally ache.
Your daydreaming is interrupted as Haley walks over to Bucky with her arms out. "Thank you so much for taking her so I could set up the cake. Autumn?" Haley holds her arms out to take her daughter back, but she curls herself into his chest. "Oh wow. She must really like you!" Haley's outreached arms bend at the elbow, making a surrendering gesture. "Don't have to ask me twice!" She jokes, walking away to help her sister.
The next few hours seemed to fly by with playing embarrassing baby shower games, decorating the mom to be with ribbons and bows from presents, and of course, an adorable jungle themed cake and cupcakes. While it was nice to be around 'normal' people, this way of life seemed so simplistic now. Not to be mistaken for not enjoying the party, but talking about small town changes verses missions, unworldly beings, and constant danger... it feels as though you no longer fit in here.
Your eyes keep searching the room for Bucky. He's always off somewhere new playing with Autumn. First she fed (and when I say 'fed', I mean shoved) a cupcake into his face. They then moved onto blocks and puzzles on the floor. Last, but certainly not least, Autumn is probably the only girl in the world who could get Bucky to sit on the floor, crisscrossed style, with a crown on his head listening to Baby Shark on repeat. And he was entertained every second along the way.
Heading out the door, you feel a light tug on your hand. You turn to find Brooke smiling. She leans in close enough just for the two of you to hear. "I'm happy for you, Y/N. Truly. He seems like one of the good ones. Don't let him go." She winks, giving you a small, awkward hug goodbye from her belly creating some distance between the two of you.
Bucky was walking behind you but abruptly stopped to give Autumn one last big hug. "Bye bye, Key!" She called as she waved at the front door, watching you two leave.
The ride home was quiet, but the atmosphere was filled with pure happiness. For you, getting to spend time with your friends was long overdue. Bucky got to meet some of the people in your life that were more accepting of him, but you know in your heart that Autumn made his day. The two of them instantly clicked and it was as if they were the only people in the room.
"--Thanks, Sunshine." Bucky says, apparently talking but you didn't hear him from being wrapped up in the daydream of seeing how happy he was.
"Hmm?"
Bucky laughs. "I was just saying that I had a nice time. Thanks for letting me tag along."
"Oh. Anytime." His hand reaches over the console of the car, gripping your hand lightly in his.
"Now..." He starts, "Round two. Let's go get dolled up for this ball."
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astroyongie · 1 month
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i honestly feel like i was born in the wrong era. either im too old for something or someone or im past the point of being able to achieve something. then when looking at how all these kpop groups are so young yet successful and talented just makes me question why i didnt do something like that.
we didnt have kpop in my school time but why couldnt i have just picked something and stuck with it? on top of it i believe im never going to fit anyones ideal type so whats the point in existing cause no one gonna truly get to know me.
unless i can somehow pass away before im 50 then i dont have to continue to think about all this shit and how i shouldve done better or i shouldve picked such and such a career and i shouldve tried to put myself out there more but in my age theres really nothing out there to seek when its all handed to younger generations.
and i would want to have my own success based on my own effort but have fallen short in so many ways its impossible to not find something i could do about it bc im too far behind and it does get to a point where you think that it is too late bc in order to gain any talent you have to have done it from a young age.
i dont want to rely on someone else to do it for me but i couldnt do it myself due to personal situations. yet i feel like thats an excuse cause once again all these young idols seem to be ro have something about them that makes their life a success. like yes the end inudstry is far from perfect but thats what people have been seeking themselves so it cant all be that bad all the time for them if these groups including older age groups have went out got success and even they get all the benefits of the super rich lifestyle but at the same time money doesnt bring true happiness and it seems a very shallow way they live sometimes, they have a supply and demand contract with their audiences and rely so much on social media which although i use it im not attached to it and i cant relate to obsessing over latest dance trend. i also want to stop the woe is me narrative but its really fucking hard to not feel so ashamed, behind or negative about things.
the most advice people gove is bog standard like if ur bored, go out more but its hard not to feel left out, if ur loney go find someone, if u dont have an income go get a job its literally never that simple. even in education you still have to pay for it as an adult meaning you have to already have a job but even then theres still means of you getting misjudged for your age and classmates have already done that to me before it wasnt that fun. its like saying to someone depressed to go take medicine to take away the feeling.
idk what im doing anymore besides waiting to randomly pass away so i can be done with this shite. sorry for ranting so much but idk who else to speak too bc no one else never seems to understand my frustrations with the way things have panned out.
Comparing yourself to others people archievement is the worst thing you can do. because we are all different, we all go through different shits (just like you rightfully said) and not all of us have the same opportunities presented. beating yourself up for that is a cruel thing to do wishing yourself.
It does also seem like you struggle a lot with self worth, self love and that is probably because never once someone complimented you for the things that you have achieve (to this point were you believe you havent achieved anything).
Love, hatred that you carry is a motivator, and you need to accept one thing. as long as you are breathing nothing is to late to archive, as long as you are here you should be kinder to yourself. because why are you comparing yourself to idols? I often say this here but when was it the last time you appreciated life? when was the last time you went out, stared at the ocean, at the night sky, breathed into a forest, when was the last time you felt a sense of peace? seek that out. dwelling on what we could have been is cruel hun, and not helping you in any kind <3
its okay to rant, dont worry, I hope I dont sound to harsh either, its just that I pains me seeing you guys going through so much suffering when I promise you all, darkness cannot live without light. just find your way back to it, often you dont need a big reason. sometimes the most tiny thing can be a source of happiness, seek yours !
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ceoofhelaegon · 5 months
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Hi, I started reading this great ongoing fanfic for Aegon III/ Jahaera pairing ( AU where jahaera didnt die and was still queen) Its pretty good but because jahaera and aegon actors didnt show up on TV show yet, they are not on front enough yet Its on Archiev of our own website The Sins of Your Father Sweet_Ophelia1 Summary: “You think we won?” Aegon says slowly. “I’m not even permitted to wear the colour green.” “My mother is dead.” Aegon shouts at her. And it shocks him as well as his cousin. It's been so many years since he’s shouted. “So is mine!” Jaehaera screeches.
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Aegon and Jaehaera gave me brain rot FR.
I love them and their trauma and inability to relate to each other much less anyone else is so good and it’s just perfect for angst and to explore how utterly pointless that whole war was.
They are the perfect subject for this, and hopefully we get even more fics for them.
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the--silent-hero · 15 days
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The Beginning
Once again, a Tenno woke up by a soft, beautiful Voice of a young Woman. The young Tenno not knowing who he really is or.. was.. or where he really is. The Power of the Swords and Justice led through him. His chosen Warframe was Excalibur.
As he gained the power to control Excalibur, ready to fight against the Grineer and Vor, he thought he was ready to kill them. Little did he knew, he wasn't. As he moved, he immediately felt on the Floor. Not able to proberly stand, walk or even move his arms proberly. He tried getting up, which was nearly a impossible challenge for him. The Grineer looked and laughed. Mocking the young Tenno of being weak, no experience of Transference and how to control a Warframe. Captain Vor grabbed his throat, strangled the young Tenno, trapped in a Body of a War Machine, not entirely knowing if this is his true self or not.
"Tenno, use your Powers to save yourself. Concentrate on your Transference Link. Be One with your Warframe Excalibur." The beautiful Voice talked to him again. How? And who is that? The young Tenno had no clue who this Voice was, but trusted them as he focused as much as he could. Then, a small strike happened. A small Energy Cut with his Energy Sword from Excalibur, striking Captain Vor's Face.. though, the Energy Sword was like a small dagger. The young Tenno felt down onto the ground again, losing his Energy Sword as it vanished.
"You're the only Tenno i know from my Memory, who never woke up from the Cryosleep to learn Transference. I will guide and teach you on how to use it. To make you One with your Warframe. I am the Lotus. Guidance of the Tenno. I will teach you everything i know, but for now, focus on your survival against the Grineer and Captain Vor." The Lotus talked once again to the young Tenno. Who is this? The young Tenno didn't knew who this Lady was, but she was right. He had to take his legs into his own hands to survive. Otherwise, this will be his last breath.
The Grineer walked towards him, ready to shoot him. The young Tenno panics and uses his enviroment to defend himself. Throwing sticks, rocks.. everything he could find. The Grineer laughed and went closer to him. The young Tenno focused all of his Energy and slowly gets up on his feet again. His legs were trembling, almost ready to fall on his knees again. But he didn't gave up. He tried to focus more on his energy and then... he made it. Using Excalibur's Ability to slash down all the Grineer that were mocking him and ready to kill him by attacking their Captain. Captain Vor was shocked about the revolution of this young Tenno and teleported away.
"I.. did that..?" The young Tenno thought to himself. Not entirely believing that he killed the Grineer with his own hands. Now laying down on the ground in half. Blood and Guts covering a small bit of the ground. "Good Job, Tenno. You slowly get the grasp on becoming One with your Warframe." The Lotus added, showing her covered face through a Transfer-Hologram on his wrist. The young Tenno was happy about his Archievement. As he wanted to walk out of the Orokin Tower.. it happen again. Falling down onto his knees. Too weak to use his Transference Power correctly to even walk. "What is wrong with me..?" The young Tenno thought to himself. Why couldn't he walk? Why was he barely able to stand? Is this how every Tenno went through? He was clueless and stressed about this. The Lotus saw the young Tenno fall down onto the ground again. Worriedly, but calm, she added. "It seems like you need a proper guidance on how to even stand and walk with your Warframe. You never learned Transference as you never woke up from the Cryosleep of what happen to you."
What does she mean with this? What is this 'Cryosleep' she is talking about?
Who.. am i?
Clueless, the young Tenno gets slowly on his feet again. Trying to walk, even when those felt like you are just a one-year old child, trying to learn how to walk. "Please take your time. This isn't easy for you. Take one foot forward, leaving the other one behind. And now, do the same but with the other one." The Lotus says it warmly and kindly towards the young Tenno. Almost like a Mother to her Child.
He did what the Lotus said. Slowly putting one foot forward, leaving the other one behind, then doing the same with the other one. It was hard for him, but he manages to get out of the tower, taking a glimps of his surroundings. He looks back to the entrance of the tower, looking at the remaining Mag and Volt Statues. He was lost in his thoughts, then he decides to walk forward. The rain made it harder for him to walk, trying not to slip on his feet on the wet ground. Eventually, he slowly gets used to the walking and was able to walk normally and takes a great look of where he is.
"You're doing great Progress, my child. Now, nearby, there should be weapons from fallen Tenno. Use them for your defence. Next to a Tenno with their Warframe, they also use Weapons in order to defend themselfes as well." The Lotus keeps talking to the young Tenno like a guiding mother. Still unsure who she really was, the young Tenno trusts her and walks to the weapons that were laying on the ground. A bow and a fast Fire-Weapon. He knew he doesn't have the strength to put a lot of force into holding a bow and shoting the arrows, so he went with the Braton, the fast Fire-Weapon.
A few nearby Grineer spot the young Tenno and attack him. He immediately shot back to kill them. He has the knowledge of how to fire a weapon.. but not how to refill the ammo. The Lotus kindly explains him how to refill the ammo on his new weapon. After a few tries, he got it and was ready to continue fighting. After a few steps, he found more weapons on the ground. Kunais and some Pistols. The young Tenno surely knew he would miss every throw of the Kunais, so he went with the Aklato, the Twin-Pistols. He knew how to refill the ammo on these pistols. Overall, those are pretty standard pistols, which you see on Action-Movies, just only in sci-fi.
Then, he sees more Weapons on the Ground. A sword and a two-handed Staff. "I already have this Energy Sword Thing.. so.. why should i need a second sword?" The young Tenno thought to himself. So, he went with the Bo. Ready and set up, he made his way deeper into this weird place. The Lotus still on his line, she asks: "Do you know how to jump? This will be essential for your survival." The young Tenno was a bit confused, then he tries to jump but falls on his face. The Lotus sighs in a worried way, as she replies with: "I.. should have known that. But it's okay. I will teach you how to do it." The young Tenno got up on his feet again, frustrated and sad of how weak he seems. He continues walking as he sees a small cliff. The Lotus explains how to jump, in which he did.. but almost fell into his own death. He manages to grab the edge of the small cliff and pulled himself up. Slowly, he felt more and more like a nothing-kid. A kid, not knowing how to do the basic things. The Lotus notice how he looks down onto the ground and walks more and more slowly in a sad and almost depressing state.
"I know this is very hard for you, but you are doing a great Job, my child. You're doing great progress, even if you think you don't. You are slowly learning the ways of an Tenno. But now, let's concentrate on your journey. Your personalised ship is nearby." The Lotus says in a encouraging and motherly way. The young Tenno smiles to himself a bit, even when nobody can see it behind his Warframe. Then, he looked curious. A ship?
Either way, the young Tenno continues his journey to the point where the ship may be. After a while of walking, he found the ship. Ready to be used and extracted. As the ship wanted to land, the Grineer attack the ship. Making it crash and be completely destroyed.
The young Tenno got furious. His rage filled him with energy. He starts to shoot at the Grineer but there were way to many of them. "What should i do?!" The young Tenno panics, as he refills his Ammo on his weapons behind a boulder. His only way to get through this, are his Abilities.. but he doesn't know how to use them. "Tenno, listen. Focus all of your Energy into your Warframe. Become One with your Warframe. Bond with your Excalibur to fight the ways of a knight." The Lotus speaks in a worried tone, trying to sound calm, but it was clear to hear that she was worried about this young Tenno.
The young Tenno focuses all of his Energy to his Warframe. He gets up from behind the boulder and dashes to the Grineer with his Ability. Slicing them in half. As more Grineer came from behind, he panics and starts to run further into this messy and burning looking place. He gained all of his Energy to give himself speed to run away from the Grineer. The Lotus quickly adds: "There is another ship nearby. I will send a Waypoint to your Hologram-System. Go there as quickly as you can" And so, the young Tenno runs through the forest, as Grineer are chasing him. Out of panic, he manages to do double jumps and a bullet jump. He wasn't concentrating at all of what he was doing. His only thought was "Run". As he got to the Extraction Point, the Ship was not there, but a bunch of Grineer and.. Captain Vor! The young Tenno tries his best to fight through the mass of Grineer to get close to Vor. "Tenno! The Ship takes a bit until it arrives at your Location. Defend yourself and try to stay alive!" The Lotus speaks up in a worried tone. The young Tenno listens while he is fighting with Captain Vor and kill more Grineer. The fight felt like it will never end. Then, Captain Vor goes on his knees. Defeated by the Tenno. Yet, he laughs as he looks to the young Tenno." "You think your weak weapons can kill me? This is not the end, young Tenno!" Captain Vor teleports away once again. No trace left of him. The ship arrives as he left, in which the young Tenno quickly jumps to the opening of the ship to get inside. The ship flies away from the mess and into the space, leaving the rest of the Grineer Army in rage. The young Tenno felt for the first time safe. Breathing heavily, he looks around the Cockpit, laying on the ground tired and defeated. He slowly gets up again to look around the cockpit in a more curious way. So many lights, buttons, touchable screens.. it was quite overwhelming for the Tenno. As he looked around, the Lotus spoke. "Welcome, Tenno. This is your personal Ship. Your Orbiter. Your place to feel safe, preparing for missions and more. Please, take a look. I will guide you through." The young Tenno slowly walks down the slope of the Orbiter, walking down to the main area. A foundry, a mod station, sentinel and pet station.. and a arsenal. Everything looked way to overwhelming for the young Tenno. As he walked, he felt suddenly a huge pain in his head, falling onto his knees, as he holds onto his head.
A familar voice is talking to him.
"This is only the beginning, Tenno. You will be our deadly Weapon to the Grineer, when we get you to our hands. I, Captain Vor, will be your master. You will be merely a puppet on strings, doing anything i want." It's Captain Vor. "How can he communicate to me?" The young Tenno was frustrated and confused, feeling the intense pain going through his head. Little did he know, Captain Vor used the fight to place a small device on him, unable to remove it on his own without that it shocks him. "Tenno! Tenno! What is happening?" The Lotus is worried. She raises her voice to get the young Tenno's Attention, but the young Tenno gets more and more tired. "Good Night, little Tenno." Captain Vor chuckles, before ending the communication with the Tenno. The pain stopped, but the Tenno falls onto the ground unconscious from the pain. The tiredness won from the battles and the huge pain which Captain Vor caused him. "Tenno! TENNO! Wake up! Tenno?!" The voice of Lotus gets more muffled in the ears of the young Tenno, as he falls into a unconscious state. With no reaction, he lays on the ground in his Orbiter, completely exhausted and in pain. This, is the Story of Link Hylias. A young Tenno with no Tenno Knowledge and the weakest Tenno in the System. To be Continued.
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marunalu · 10 months
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Hi! I just wanna say that I love your posts when it comes to the dad for one theory (considering that I love the theory myself and have been a fan of it for a long time) and they really erase my doubts about it (for the most part). Although there will be those who oppose this theory and come up with things that might make sense idk. I kinda want to know your thoughts on those who think that dad for one might instead cheapen izuku's (and by extension inko's) character
Awww thank you for your kind words and Im happy that you like my dfo posts 🥰. I get what you mean, one moment you believe a theory is 100% true and then one person comes with a very solid counter argument and you feel like your whole world view was just smashed into pieces, no matter how much prove you have on hand! 😂
But when it comes to dfo Im absolutely convinced its canon, the only argument against it that people had for years was "bUT hISaShI hAs aN fIRebrEaTh qUirK" and they still use that argument, or that afo doesnt have freckles, almost as if a child cant have freckles even if the parents dont have them.
I have no idea why people think it would cheapen izukus character, personally I feel it would flash him out. People fear we will get an "Im your father" copy reveal but hori writes his twists better then that. Look at the "dabi is touya" reveal and how well done it was or the ua traitor reveal. Hori is good in writing twists, he will not do a cheap empire strikes back darth vader reveal. There is so much potential in izukus and his fathers relationship, so much drama to unfold, alone afos backstory and why he startet a family in the first place or what his plans were at that time is so fascinating to think about.
I saw a lot of people claiming, that it would turn izuku in some kind of "choosen one" if he is afos son or that it would destroy the message that even a "nobody" can turn into a great hero! I dont see it that way. Izuku trained his ass off to be able to control ofa and to be seen as worthy to have it, trained harder then anyone else in his class and archieved things in just one year not even pro heroes have archieved in their whole career. And he managed that thanks through pure willpower, his own talent and stubbornness. It has nothing to do with his potential parentage, because his father isnt even part of his life as far as we know! Izuku is special because he made himself special! He isnt special because of his dna, so no I dont get why people think it cheapens his character! He still would have archieved this things, no matter if afo is his dad or not!
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sammythesheltie · 1 year
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Happy New Year 2⃣0⃣2⃣3️⃣ !
Please take care of you, you are wonderful the way you are and you deserve happy things and times - you are important.
It is okay to be afraid because of the new year.
To be done with the old year, it is okay if you are afraid.
You are as important as everyone else.
It maybe sounds not real but you have silent lovers - people who love you, admire you, people you make smile, people who are happy you are there, people who wish you the very best.
Some people are just to shy to reach out.
The old year was maybe really hard, hurtfull in many ways, dark but please be proud of yourself, look at what you did, you have fought, you have done it - you are doing amazing even you think you are not.
You did it, you reached the new year with your own strength and we are happy you are here.
Maybe you did not archieved the goals you wanted to reach but you did the first step to it and this is amazing work, be proud of you.
I know how much strength it costs for you, how tired and hurt you maybe are.
That the voices in your head can be so strong.
But you fought them, for so many days and this is so strong in my eyes.
Never forget that it is okay to be not okay.
You are and you will always be important, you will always matter, you will always deserve the best.
Believe in yourself, you did it.
Even there are times you could not leave your bed, it is okay.
You are not a burden, not a loser, you do not matter less.
You are a living being with limited strength, feelings and thoughts, taking breaks is okay and important.
You deserve all the time you need, all the time you need to heal.
You will always be enough.
| wish you all the love, warmth and good health for the new year.
HAPPY NEW YEAR ❤️.
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littlemixer01 · 7 months
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starset21 · 3 months
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Standard Disclaimer: I only own my original characters, I've done some research but there will likely be Navy/military inaccuracies, and I do not consent to the posting, translating, or publishing of my work to any 3rd party site, the only place it may be found is on tumblr and Wattpad under @.itswildflower
A/N: This story is heavily inspired by the hallmark movie of the same title and is very self-indulgent. I'm also trying a different format than I'm used to using so it may change in the future chapters.
Looking for the other chapters? U.S.S. Christmas Masterlist 
Summary:  Kate and Jake stumble upon a mystery in the ship's archive room.
Chapter 4: A New Story
“Wow. Look at all this old stuff,” Kate marveled.
“I have never been here,” Jake muttered.
“Oh, yeah? Wow, check this out,” Kate handed him a picture frame from one of the boxes she had began going through.
“Wow, cool. B29. Hmm. Found some Christmas photos,” he told her, passing the loose photos to Kate.
“These look like fun performances,” she told him.
“Yeah, you know, we've had all kinds of dancers, singers, celebrities… Presidents, even,” Jake told her.
“Yeah?”
Jake nodded. “You really never went on a tiger cruise as a kid?” he asked.
“I didn't want to give up even one day at home. All the baking, decorating the tree… I remember driving around looking at all the neighborhood lights. Christmas is the best,” Kate smiled.
“I'm just surprised we never met as kids,” Jake rubbed the back of his neck.
“Oh. Well, I never really went to military functions as a kid. I met a few kids but I was always buried in a book or writing stories… It's kind of my escape,” Kate shrugged.
“You cover corrupt bankers committing fraud, right?” Jake asked.
“That and some other... Questionable people. Did someone look up my latest story?” Kate teased.
“Yeah. Yeah, I mean… I do read the paper. You should write about the pilots on the Polaris. We're the best of the best. That's inspiring.”
Kate laughed. “Yeah, an ego as big as a fighter pilot's. Look, an old journal. It was written by… A pilot named Jonah in 1965. Wow, she's beautiful. Looks like a dancer,” she said as she passed him the picture.
“Wow. Great artist, if he drew this. What's the journal say?” Jake asked. 
"We returned home from Vietnam just in time for operation tiger cruise. December 18th, 1965. It was the first time our families are allowed to stay with us… To see what we do every day for this country. I've missed everyone so much. Today the most beautiful woman I've ever seen boarded the ship, and I helped her with her bag.”
“He only got her first name. Dorothy,” Kate told Jake. 
"I can't explain. The moment I saw her, I felt like I was looking into my future. There was just something about her."
“It's so-” Kate trailed off.
“Undisciplined,” Jake cut her off but Kate shook her head.
“No. Romantic. You know, there actually might be a story here, maybe a Christmas story. You mind if I borrow this?” she asked.
“Yeah. You heard what my dad said. Anything you need,” Jake waved to boxes in the archieve room.
“Great. I want to see how Jonah’s story ends,” Kate smiled as she set the journal next to her bag.
“Is that a Santa suit?” She asked as she saw the red and white in a box. Jake shrugged.
“Oh! Jake, you know, I think this looks like it's just your size,” Kate laughed.
“Yeah, if I wore two life preservers under it,” Jake shook his head.
“I think that you should dress up as Santa for the kids on the ship,” Kate suggested.
“It's not gonna work,” Jake says seriously.
“What's not going to work?” Kate asked.
“Look, I'm sure my dad wants me to get in your love story and suddenly discover the spirit of the holidays, but I'm just not a Christmas guy. Fourth of July. Hmm! Ten thousand pounds of crackling explosives up in the air. Now, that is way better than caroling and candy canes,” Jake tells her.
“Who doesn't like candy canes?” Kate asks confounded.
“You're not gonna change me. The Navy is my life. Christmas on a ship is a distraction. End of story.”
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"Last night I ran into Dorothy in the mess eating dinner. I finally had the courage to talk to her. She lives in New York City and works as a dance teacher. She's as sweet as can be. But her brother told me Dorothy has a fellow back home. I hope it's not serious, because there is something about her smile that gives me hope for the first time in years."
“Hey! Your mom said I could find you here,” Jake greeted as he joined Kate at one of the various desks in a ready room.
“Yeah. Nice flying today, it was pretty awesome,” Kate told him.
“Thanks. So, any update on our Christmas couple?” he asked.
“Oh, curious, huh?” Kate smirked.
“Hmm. Look, I'm interested in the historical aspect of it,” Jake told her but Kate wasn’t buying it.
“Okay. Well, I ended up reading the journal from the beginning, and it turns out that Jonah did talk to Dorothy. But he just found out she has a man back home, so not really sure how it ends,” Kate tells him.
“Well, I went down to the archives room to see if I could find anything else, and take a look at this,” Jake hands her a turquoise sparkle covered star ornament.
"To Dorothy, 1965. Wonder if Jonah made this for her?” Jake hummed.
“Makes sense. Your dad said there's a senior chief who handles all things Christmas, maybe he could help us,” Kate asked. 
“Yeah. But the post office closes at 1800,” Jake tells her after looking at his watch. “That's ten minutes from now.”
Kate stood quickly, putting the journal in her satchel before taking Jake’s hand and pulling him along. 
“Senior chief, I found this old ornament in the archives room. We know it's a longshot, but we were wondering if you might know who Dorothy is… Her name's on the back,” Kate asked handing him the ornament.
“Well, 1965, that was the very first Christmas tiger cruise. Looks like it could be from the ornament decorating station. It's a tradition on the cruise. Gosh, I have no idea who Dorothy is, though,” the senior chief told them.
“We think a pilot named Jonah made it for her. We're looking for him too,” Jake added.
“You know, my brother has access to military records. He works for the VA. He just went on vacation today, but he does owe me a favor for decorating his house last year for Christmas,” the senior chief told them.
“Great!” Kate smiled. “What's Jonah's last name?” the senior chief asked.
“Unfortunately, we don't have it,” Kate told him, her face falling.
“Well, that's a tall order of eggnog, but I'll see what I can do,” the senior chief reassured.
“Oh, and this is his journal. There's a picture he drew in here, we think it might be Dorothy,” Kate handed him the drawing.
“A dancer,” the chief clarified.
“You know, some years the uso performers come on the ship for Christmas,” the chief told them. “You think she might have been one of them?” Jake asked.
“Maybe. There's a bunch of photographs and memorabilia down on the quarterdeck,” the chief told them.
“I saw them when we boarded the ship,” Kate nodded.
“Yeah, exactly. You could check there. Meanwhile, I'll give my brother a buzz,” the chief assured.
“Thanks, Nick,” Jake told him.
“Senior chief,” Kate shook his hand.
“Merry Christmas,” the chief called out before they had left the room. 
“Wow, these photos are great. This ship has so much history. This could be Dorothy,” Kate pointed to a picture on the wall.
“Sure looks a lot like her. You know, there's a historical building for the Navy in New York City,” Jake told her.
“Yeah? Any chance you want to go with me? I mean, we're docking there tomorrow anyway, so I could call ahead?” she asked.
“Four years at the naval academy to serve on the Christmas version of the love boat,” Jake sighed.
Kate gave him a look.
“Not funny?” he asked. “You know my Dad'll throw me in the brig if I don't go with you.”
Kate grinned. “Great!”
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fanstuff2 · 1 year
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Do you accept requests?
Have you read any soulmate AUs that you would recommend?
Hi! Yes, I accept requests. I have read Soulmate AUs before, not that many though. The main fandom I read is One Piece and according to the bookmark filter on AO3 only in the Luffy/Law ship (I can't remember whether these are Lawlu or Lulaw so I'm calling it Luffy/Law). Sorry if that's not what you wanted.
Oneshots/short fanfic:
Dots by petiteneko
Teen and Up Audiences
No Archive Warnings Apply
Monkey D. Luffy/Trafalgar D. Water Law
Tags: Humor, Fluff, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Universe Alteration, Swearing
The Markless by chenziee
Teen and Up Audiences
No Archieve Warnings Apply
Monkey D. Luffy/ Trafalgar D. Water Law
Tags: Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Dressrosa, because i don't have enough of those, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, They're In Love Your Honor, Getting Together, First Kiss, Luffy Being Luffy, Idiots in Love, Minor Roronoa Zoro/Vinsmoke Sanji, Minor Franky/Nico Robin, soft, addressing more of the dressrosa emotional baggage, getting there slowly but surely, one day i will actually get to unpack it all, today is not the day, today you get this instead
Longer fic:
Not a Ball or a Chain by HollowIsTheWorld
Teen And Up Audiences
No Archive Warnings Apply
Monkey D. Luffy/Trafalgar D. Water Law
Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Platonic Soulmates, Romantic Soulmates, demisexual law, Asexual Monkey D. Luffy, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, AU where vine is still a thing, questionable depictions of how hospitals work, Background Ace/Marco, Background Robin/Franky
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kendrixtermina · 1 year
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Talking Style by Enneagram Type
I hadn’t put these on tumblr & it occurred to me that I probably should  
1: ‚Teacher-like‘ – sermons, lecture, life advice, evaluation, criticism, moralizing, matter-of-fact, straightforward, improvement suggestions, detail corrections, admonishing, enforcing rules, Voice of Truth(TM), expressing visceral disgust or outrage at bad deeds, lots of „shoulds“ and „oughts“, reminding of obligations, „thats not right/fair“, ultimatums and yes/no questions, focus on coming up with clear plans of action – they also ask advice & feedback more than other types.
2: friendliness, effusiveness, flattery, complimenting, personal, establishing rapport, supporting, checking on you, comforting, sympathizing, pitching in, offers, virtue-signalling, emphasized emotionality sometimes to the point of theatrics, giving advice sometimes to the point of seeming a bit pushy or bossy with it, laments on yours or a third person’s behalf, postive reinforcement, second person language
3: confident, professional, smooth, efficient, goal-focussed; self-presentation, mentions archievements, sucess stories & activities, what theyve been doing recently, promoting, boasting, motivating, encouraging, extolling, „advertising/selling“, praising, pushy, impatience, appeals to common cultural symbols/emotional associations like movies, job stereotypes, celebrities etc., plans, actions, short & useful questions, future oriented language, encouraging action & movement
4: Lamenting, yearning, longing, extolling somethong they idealize, whining. „bitching“, Breathy voice, Ellipses or trailing off, disdainfully lambasting while drawing distinctions. („Not like those people“) Lots of adjectives. Poetic/affected/deliberate phrasing, flowery, larger than life language. Regrets & talk of shortcommings. Talks about self & own experience, personalizes& specifies. If you catch them in a good mood they can also be somewhat hyper and witty.
5: Content-focus. Detailed explanations. Definitions. Systematic and ‚sectioned‘. Brings up topics that may seem out of context. Either short noncomittal statements or long rambly "treatises". Tangents, run-on sentences, adverbs. Descriptive comparisons. Arguments appealing to rationality, objectivity or neutrality. Quotes & proverbs. Low volume, formal language, jargon, technical terms. Few pleasantries, says little unless some relevant topic comes up.
6: Warnings. Limiting Statements. Formal but warm. Appeals to realism & common sense, bringing lofty talk „back down to earth“. Lots and lots of precise questions. Troubleshoots, problem solves, rants, accuses, defends, blames, complaints as a bonding method. Second-guessing, self-deprecating and/or dark humor, disclaimers & qualifying statements, worst case scenarious, „...but what if…“ uncertain or tentative, carefully chosen words, bouncing off suggestions
7: fast talking, verbosity, anecdotes, storytelling, future plans, analogies, energetic. enthusiasm, excitability, positivity, light-heartedness, humor, criticizes by mocking, tries to engage the listeners, may try to impress, charm or entertain others with knowledge, skill or experience, scattered or jumping between topics. Can appear distracted or talk about themselves alot. Sing-song voice. Socratic dialogues. „Wowwww how amazing!!!“
8: Short, direct to-the-point and hammer-like. Certain, clear & firm tone. Commands. Imperatives. Snap judgements („What youre doing wrong is...“) Laying trips. Glib, quippy statements. Teasing Profanity. Debating. Arguing, defiance, „unmasking“/calling out , direct confronting, „below the belt“ shots. Military or wilderness related metaphors. Informative, factual, pragmatic. Sometimes quite jolly or unexpectedly sentimental.
9: pleasantries, respectful, considerate, dreamy, meandering, generalizing, vague aphorisms, recounts stories in a lot of detail, may wait for the others to speak first and sort of mirror, sypathize with & validate what you say, usually good listeners, may have to think a bit if asked their preferences. Some can be shy terse or monotonous in new situations or big groups, but grow more animated in a chill familiar envronment/ with trusted ppl, unneccesary apologies
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coyotiii17 · 7 months
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I did a redraw for my old fanart for fanfiction "The Zander and Kordi chronicles or the care and keeping of your little brother who happens to be a Jedi in training" by amanmangor on Archieve of Our Own, because the first version was literally so bad, that I was like "I'll die if I don't redraw it." I'm more satisfied now. Also the sketch for this art was literally sitting on my laptop for like 3 months and in the end I changed it anyway lol-
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uroborosymphony · 10 months
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did you say…memes 👀👀👀 okie how about 3 for quinn from the black knight??
Quinn & The Black Knight.
#3 THINGS YOU SAID WHEN YOU WERE PROUD. FROM THINGS YOU SAID ⬩ Still accepting.
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"You look at me, treat me, talk to me like and keep me here like I'm a criminal. But deeeeeep down," Her crooked smile widens, in her signature whiskers, sly as a feline, proud as a cocky and cunty fox. "Deep down, you wish you were a little more like me Black Knight, don't you?" Her teeth are showing, a grin, deranged and hungry for more of This. Even though she was indeed kept captive, by the Black Knight and his crew, it wasn't so much prison for her if not the extension of her playground. An agenda. Quinn always had an agenda. "Congratulations on capturing me by the way, three against one waaw that's Impressive, that is Honorable even- No no, really I mean that and I cannot wait to get to know all of you." Her smile drops as the light of in her eyes darkens, only to light up again, a constant manic on-and-off switch while her eyes re-direct towards the surveillance camera at the up corner of the interrogation room. "Hey you hear that? I am thriiilled, oh so happy to be here. Pawn, Rook. Tell me who else is watching this? The almighty resting bitch faced Kang girl? Monitoring a pretty girl like me in a cage all day, mmm, that's a little kinky if you think about it." She pinches her teeth in between her lips, raising an eyebrow. "Listen. You and I both know I'm going to escape, I've already figured a way to since the very moment I stepped foot in here. Chloroformed or not, I always can tell where I am stand. Even in the dark, I know every single corner of this dirty city. So yell your little degenerates over there to tie me up if they really ant to keep me longer, my claws are sharp and my brain? Sharper." Was she bluffing? "That and the very real fact that My king and Love of my life Already looking for me as we speak, followed by an entiiiire armed and ready-to-shoot-you-in-the-face Gang for treating their Queen the way you do. There is a chip in my phone, have your little butlers destroy it or else they're coming for all of your asses. And Oh, at Fang, we're whimsical like this, we do love a bloody mess." Her eyes now, her eyes are linking with his. "That's right. I want us to talk before I get the chance to leave. I know. None of you has trust in me but you're clever enough to go past that. This business is not about trust, it's not about Oh She's a Little Crazy let's be Careful - it's about getting results. And I get shit done. I get shit done fast. Yes, YES, SUUURE, this little stunt I put off with Hyuk was a liiiiittle all over the top but... hey, at least I got all of you's attention... right." She speaks, her tone trailing at the mention of the other man, knowing it was perhaps her biggest mistake, knowing it was going a little too far. Was it a regret of hers? Maybe. Her eyes go down slightly., for a mere second. She could never deny it, there was a bond with the Detective, one of mutual respect and hardworking archieving personalities. His team as well, it became place where she strangely felt accepted, perhaps even a birthing friendship with Suki around their morning coffees. If it wasn't for all the insane games and lies Quinn played with, it could have been something nice. Her pride however, refused to let her admit that in front of the Knight, ever. "I did it to protect my own, to protect my pack the way you are protecting yours by chaining me down like an animal. And you know what? I am proud." Her voice changes, as the taint in her pupils does too, a little more calm spreading under her skin. "I'm proud of being an Actor in this scene we're standing on Black Knight. I'm proud of making moves, I'm proud of showing clawns when it comes to protect my family, I'm proud of teaching the persecutors we're Not low lives they can mess with as they please, I'm proud of making it to the news after the Rich and the Powerful feel like their heads too have a price.
Don't you see it? That people like you and I are already dead? Can't you feel it? At every corner of every streets of this city a bullet in the head is right here, waiting for us. So tell me, what exactly is your plan here, what are you waiting for? Because we're not fighting for our little comforts as Doctors and Teachers getting a check for educating the youth through a system we don't even believe in. Don't you get it? That our time to do something is Now, that we have to give our bones and blood to truly make a difference? It's time to wake up Myungdae. It's time to step up and perhaps stepping up should start with uniting. The game has changed, look at your board. I was never the enemy but we have one in common. That's right, the more we sit down for tea parties like this one, the more they're slipping out of your hands and mine.
ANACHRON."
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ninamitoo · 2 years
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Fleeting Touches
I’m happy to annouce that this is a request from C / Jasmine UwU on Archieve of our own for my story Detention.
omfg. I need a part 2 for their free time. Please, take your time I really love this ToT
So here it is! This story is a sequel to Detention. It’s a 
very 
detailed 
smut 
ノ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)ノ 
but I still tried to make it soft since it's their first time. So if reading about s*x is something you don't like (or reading about hard s*x is for you), than this story isn’t for you😂 feel free to skip this story. I’m sure we’ll see each other at a different time with a different story. ^^
You have been warned!
As always, the picture used below is my doing.
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And just so you know - this is my first smut so I felt incredibly shy and weird while writing this.
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After you came out of the unsuccessful - or, on the contrary, very fruitful - detention, silence reigned between you and Talbott. You were too embarrassed to look at your boyfriend with whom you have been for three years and you could tell he was as well.
While you have become more explicit with each other during this year you have never come so close to... Well... This was the first time you experienced anything like passionate foreplay. You could still feel the wetness in your panties and your heart was pounding with thrill.
You already knew Talbott too well to know that if you didn't talk about it now, you probably wouldn't get to it again. And if so, it would be even more complicated.
“Um, Talbott? Do you have a minute to talk about all of this? About what just happened?” Your voice was steady and you were very glad for it. You didn't want to transfer any of your nervousness to Talbott for fear that he would shut down on you.
He stopped dead in his track but slowly inclined his head in a yes. “Although, could we go to some more private place? Please.” You heard the muffled raspiness in his tone that appeared every time he doubted your relationship. 
"Of course." You agreed for now and swallowed your next words. There will be time for those later. "Where would you like to go?"
“My room, perhaps? The Ravenclaw tower is for most parts vacant during this hour.” You saw no reason to disagree, so you set off on your journey in silence. Talbott led the way even though you knew exactly where to go, nevertheless, you followed him wordlessly. 
Talbott was the first to speak in a long time when he realized you wouldn't be alone in his room: “Hey Andre. Could you give us a minute to talk?” The style wizard looked up from his fashion magazine and looked from Talbott's flushed face to yours. A smug, knowing grin appeared on his face while he stood up and placed one of his hands on Talbott’s and yours shoulder. 
“Clearly. I was just thinking it was time for a little quidditch training. I estimate I'll be back in about an hour and a half.” You knew it was a lie - he never went for practice this late. He gives you a wink as he walks through the door and gives Talbott a thumbs up with a quiet "Good luck!" 
“Thanks, mate.” Your boyfriend answers and once Andre is gone, he leads you to his bed where you both sit down. Suddenly, the heavy atmosphere lingering overhead was filled with awkwardness. “Uh, so...” You begin, but immediately close your mouth again because you are not sure how to continue. 
“So..?” The young man next to you imitates you and you understand that he is waiting for your reaction. “Umm,” you start again but this time you take a quick breath to keep going. “That was really embarrassing huh?“ You internally facepalm yourself. Way to start a conversation about possibly making love...
Talbott's almost furrowed brows in confusion at the sudden turn of the conversation reinforces the idea that this was not a good start. 
“That's not what I originally wanted to say,” you admitted, wrapping one of your arms around your torso to try calm yourself down. He can see how uneasy you are and in attempt to calm you down a little, he gently pets your head just like he did many times before. Every time he does it, you are reminded of how much he actually cares for you and a happy smile appears on your face. You adore it when he is affectionate like this, you feel loved and safe. Even before you realise it, you are leaning into his touch and you miss how his troubled look evaporated into pleased.
“I liked it you know,” you confess in a whisper and squeeze his warm hand in yours. You can feel him stiffen in shock. “You did?” He asks in disbelief, and it freezes you how much he doubts himself. 
“More than you know. I... I wanted to try something like this with you for a long time, but I wasn't sure if you wanted it too...“
“Uh,” he says, because he knows that you’ve said something but his mind is all scrambled, as his wild imagination began to surface all his dreams of you in perverted positions, and he can’t figure out what it was. “Um, what?”
“I said,” you repeat slowly, “I want to do it. With you.” His mind goes on overload as your words sink in. Did you really just said that or is his mind playing tricks on him? He can't even count how many times he's thought about this and woken up with a hard problem in his underpants. 
“Why didn't you say anything before?” Is his only thought that stops him from realizing all his wild desires.
“I thought you didn't want to do something like that with me, because I thought I’m not appealing enough to you.” He watched as you seemingly defleated into yourself refusing to look at him. Did he really made you doubt yourself so much through his actions? Talbott never thought of himself as brave, but... He wants to be brave and show you how much you’re messing with not only his head.
“You can't even imagine how badly you are driving me crazy. How much I want to touch you and feel you. Do you know how much I think about doing it with you and how hard is it for me to hold back? Andre has been teasing me for not taking action for months.” It takes you a while to comprehend his words and once you do, not only that your heart leaps in happinness, but you finally realize what was hidden behind Andre's gesture. You shift in your position so you could be directly opposite Talbott. 
He hears you exhale softly and then you reach for him, your fingers settling loosely around his neck, your fingers playing with the ends of his hair. “Do you mean it?”
“Yes.” He answers and to show you how sure he is, he pulls you by the back of your head into a passionate kiss. He kisses you hungrily, roughly and for a single moment you are stunned into stillness - but then you are melting into him, your fingers tangling in his hair.
You gently pressed into the center of his chest with your palm and then pushed until he understood and leaned back until his back hit the soft mattress beneath him. You can feel his raged heartbeat in your fingerstips. You bit your bottom lip, looking down at him for a moment as he gazed up at you with foggy eyes, happy in disbelief that this is actually happening.
“A bit too excited, aren't you?” With a playful edge in your voice, you straddle across his hips and sat at his bulge. He was absolutely frozen beneath you for a moment before his arms looped around you.
“I’ve been waiting a long time for this. Don't pretend you haven't.” You raise your eyebrows, looking delighted at the provocation. You lean towards him and start to caress his neck with your teeth. In an attempt to make more space for you, he wiggles, accidentally brushing his member against yours clothed knob.
As he feels your breath on his neck, you make a soft little sound and his whole body shivers in response.
His body seems to have been steadily breaking down since the moment you told him you wanted him just like he wants you. He wraps his hands around your bottom and presses you against his pelvis and with a gentle push he indicates you to start moving the same way as last time.
You chuckle against his parted lips. “I think I love this kinky side of you as much as your shy side.” You’re speaking again, but he can hardly hear it over the ringing in his ears. All he can focus on is your clothed pussy rocking against his hard dick.
You look up at him through your lashes and you shifted even closer, your mouth hovering over his lips. He can feel your breath on his skin and your eyes are hard and full of fire. His own desire is reflected in your gaze and he wants to ride on the feeling that he is to blame for this state of yours. He wants you to look at him the way you do now for the rest of your lives: like he's all you ever need. He is done with all the teasing and light touches. Tonight, you'll be his.
You kiss him again and he deepened your connection immediately, kissing you like he was starving for your touch, for the feeling of you against him. He shivered when you giggle, capturing his bottom lip in your teeth and squeezing teasingly.
He flips you over, hovering above you like a predator, his eyes roaming all over your body. A quiet sigh escapes you when you see him like this. 
He is sexy as hell. 
All you want right now is to feel him inside you, his cock filling you like nothing else matter. Your panties got embarrassingly wet at the thought of his body clinging to yours in accelerating pace of his penis hitting your core.
“I’m done with the teasing, princess.” His words sounded like a growl and you tensed up under him in anticipation. Talbott’s hands drop to your shirt and deftly unbuttons all the buttons. His touch is feather like and you crave more. “You don't have to be so careful.” You tell him and in reassurance you began to undress him yourself. You had no idea where such lust came from in you.
You slide your hand down, feeling his toned abs and start undoing his belt. Talbott breaks your kiss just to latch his teeth onto your neck and you moan when he finds your sweet spot. He smirks to himself and he started paying even more attention to your neck as his hands greedily explored your exposed body.
You finally get his belt off, unzipping his pants and tugging down his boxers. His cock springs out, hard and wet at his tip and your brain stops working. He is way larger than you imagined and you couldn't process how he could push all his length inside you.
“What's wrong?” You hear Talbott mutter and only now you realize that you had to stare at him for a long time without a single movement. “Nothing but... You're huge.” You confess and wrap your hand around his root - your fingers touch each other only at the tips of your fingertips. 
Talbott laughs lightly. When he felt you stiffen under him, he was afraid that he had messed something up, or that you didn't like what you saw. He was glad that it was the exact opposite. “Do you want to touch him?”
“Yes.”
Without hesitation, you make him change position and you sit between his spread legs. You wrap your palm around his tip and pull the foreskin down. Talbott lets out a long moan and encouraged by his reaction, you repeat your previous move again. “Like this?” You ask him and do it again and again.
“You can - you can hold him tighter. And go faster.” He answers through ragged breaths and you immediately do what he asked you to. His response is immediate and loud. 
You collected saliva in your mouth, bringing your head to his pulsing erection. You quickly look up at him to see if he is on board and when you see the unspoken plea in his gaze, you take as much of him as you can into your mouth.
You feel one of his hands slide into your hair - he doesn’t pull nor set the pace. You bob your head back and forth and you can feel your gag reflex when his tip come across your throat. You don't like it and you feel like you are suffocating, but the sight of Talbott is worth it - his head is tiped back against the pillow, his pupils glazed over with pleasure as his chest rose and fell intermittently while one moan after another slipped from his parted lips.
“W-wait...” He breathes out, his hand stopping you midway. “Why? You don’t like it?” You ask, confusion circling in your brain in loops. You thought he was enjoying himself...
“No! That’s not it. It feels so good I think I’m loosing myself... I feel like I'll cum any second.” And it was true. He felt like a million fireworks were set off in one place and he’s teetering at the edge of a very long fall.
“Then let me continue-”
“No. I want us to climax together for the first time...” Talbott admits in a low whisper, his shy self coming back. Suddenly he is heavily blushing and avoiding your eyes. You can't help but smile at him, knowing you would do anything to make him pleased.
And just as you want to please him, he wants to help you feel that delicious ecstasy. You fight the urge to cover yourself when he eyes your dripping pussy, and he settles his palms on your thights, spreading them even more. 
“You look absolutely gorgeous honey... Even better than I imagined.” Talbott murmurs, dragging his nails against the inside of your legs and you shiver. Your name falls from his lips lovingly, his gaze dragging up your form and your heaving chest to lock eyes with you. 
“I love you.” 
That one phrase was uttered for the first time and your heart happily danced in your chest as you pulled his lips to yours. “I love you too, Talbott.”
As you were sharing a slow kiss which perfectly portrayed your love for each other, Talbott's hand slowly run his index finger along your slit until he found your swollen nub. Pressing on it, he traced circles, causing you to gasp out his name. He loved seeing you like this - after all the wet dreams of you he finally could have you, could fulfill all his desires about how many different ways to make love to you. To make you feel so good, that you would be whining for more.
You flinch when his tongue glides over your clit, while he inserts one of his fingers inside you. It feels so good you couldn't keep still, rocking your hips against his head while moaning loudly. Your body trembles in pleasure when he adds second finger, curling them both up to hit your sensitive spot making you gasps in sweet relief. 
“You are so beautiful my love,” he scissors his fingers inside you the best he can, taking notes of your every reaction so that he could make you feel even better the next time you'll allow him to touch you.
He is fingering you while adding another finger when his tongue finds the motion that gets you of to a different universe. It's at that time, when you feel a building pressure around the place of your urethra, you stop him. 
He slowly pulled his fingers out of you, a pride filling his chest when he saw your disheveled state. 
“You can go in...” You manage to get out of you through your rapid breaths. You feel like you just finished a marathon.
“Are you sure?” He asks you to make sure you are really okay with proceeding further, and when you nod tiredly, he licks all your liquid off his fingers and reaches for his wand, noticing how good you taste. With a quick spell he summons a condom and you watch him fight with the thin protection while he tries to put it on. You can't help yourself but think how cute he is when he is clumsy.
He positions himself between you and this time, you open your legs for him. He guides the tip of his cock to your opening and pushes gently. It wasn't terrible at first, but with each extra millimeter it started to hurt more and more. Talbott always gave you as much time as you needed and only when you nodded did he push in a little deeper. Fortunately, after a few gentle and slow thrusts you started to get used to his size and the pain soon gave way to pleasure.
You could feel him twitching inside you in time to your moans and that made you more turned on then you imagined you could possibly be. Yours heavy moans mixed with the squishy sounds of his balls hitting your asscheek, filled the air with perverted atmosphere. You clench, needy for more friction and when he groans in appreciation you feel more horny than before. Hearing his pleasurable moans gets you high much faster than just hearing your own.
You wiggle, whereby you adjust your position slightly, but that is still enough for Talbott to start hitting different spot, going much deeper and repeatedly aiming to that one place. 
You arch your back in a rush of new pleasure and as Talbott quickens his pace you feel yourself falling over the edge of the cliff. As your sweet, sweet juice burst on him he felt enormously happy, your walls clenching around him helped him to ride together with you on a wave of delightful height.
There’s nothing holding him together anymore. The edges of him have blurred into you and yours into his. His whole world, his whole existence consists of your scent and your body against his and your words which are telling him that you love him.
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