#broke me diamond boots :;(
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Warnings; cheating, angst, weight loss
“-And I just wanted to tell you I’m sorry and to ask if you had in your heart to give me another chance,” he finished his speech, hands tucked in his pockets and tears glistening in his eyes.
He didn’t look well. He was thinner than the last time you saw him. Even his leather jacket hung baggier on his pale frame.
You looked him up and down, from his boots to his hair. You didn’t mean to scrutinize him, but he must have been able to tell that you were because he shifted uncomfortably.
You loved Eddie. You loved him since you met him your senior year of high school. You had so many good times together. Late night talks, dancing around his room, sneaking in and out of your house to go watch the sunrise at Lover’s lake with him.
But then there was the bad times. Like when he cheated on you again or the way you fought over every little thing.
You broke it off with him and he left town. Now he was back and at your doorstep three years later.
You spun the engagement ring around your finger, the diamond caught the light and you watched as he noticed it was there and his face fell.
You didn’t answer. You just took a step back and locked your front door.
It was the only closure you were going to get.
#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson au#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson x you#eddie stranger things#eddie munson series#eddie munson angst
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Please make doting Bruce GROVEL, I’m BEGGING you
After two days- and pulling Dick out of school for the day to buy his silence (with ice cream and a new toy) Bruce made a mental note to tell you to stop teaching him how to argue.
He lost to a nine-year-old somehow. And he'd be lying if he said it didn't hurt his ego.
But. He had it. Locked safely in his night stand. Waiting for you. An oval shaped garnet with tiny diamonds in a gold and silver woven band. Down to the last detail. Even the inscription was right. It was repaired, it didn't even need to be resized.
Bruce adjusted his cufflinks and put the box in his pocket, exhaling slowly. It had to be enough. But if it wasn't- it was a start. "Y/N are you ready?"
"Almost," you answer. Your voice is quiet. Not the tone of an excited wife. Not angry or annoyed- just. resigned.
You really do think this is a stunt. And he wants to punch himself in the face.
"I picked out your jewelry," he called softly when he heard you rifling carefully through the little collection you'd amassed.
"Okay."
When you appear in the doorway, already dressed, down to your shoes- Bruce wondered how you'd managed- that was probably what took so long. Figuring out working around the sling you still had to wear, even if the boot was gone.
"You look beautiful, sweetheart," he said, "but something's missing""
"Was this not the right dress? I thought you wanted-"
"That's not what I meant," he rumbled, leading you to the side of the bed and sitting you down carefully before kneeling in front of you and squeezing your hand. "I know-" He broke off not sure how he wanted to say this.
"Dent said you managed to get Falcone's case to be federal- and that the FBI and the IRS are both involved."
"How did you-"
"I got a front-row seat to watching his arrest," Bruce said smiling a little. "Gordon wanted me on hand."
"I'm glad." Your face didn't change. Holding yourself back. Afraid to look satisfied. To give anything away.
"I was wrong," he said. "I was wrong and I'm sorry. I shouldn't have ever-"
"You were right. Dent's the one they listened to." You look down. This is a trap. It has to be.
"And Dent wouldn't have known about all this if it wasn't for you. On the ground. In the trenches. Following the money... I was so afraid. Afraid to see you hurt. Or dead. That they'd take you away from me. I just- I didn't know how to make you give it up. I hoped you'd back down and let me take over and-"
"So if I make you feel stupid and worthless you'll stop being Batman?"
"I just wanted you to stop," he murmured. "I'm sorry. And I can't- I can't undo what I did. I can't take it back I just- whatever happens, I need you to believe that I love you. It was never for publicity. It was never for my image. It's because when you yelled at me on the side walk that day I saw- a future. I saw someone that understood what they were fighting for. And I loved you. I still love you, a little more every day."
He kissed the hand he was holding and took a deep breath, pulling out the box. "I wanted to have this for you a year ago- it took me a while to track down. Dick was... well. He was more of a hindrance than a help but. We found it." He opened the box. Not sure what else to say. Remembering you telling him about it. How heartbroken you'd been, looking for it to wear for your high school graduation- wanting to have your grandmother there in whatever little way- and finding out it had been sold. The proceeds used to replace a mortgage and a car payment that had be drunk and gambled away.
"Bruce-"
"I'm sorry it took so long," he murmured, sliding it carefully onto your finger. "But just know, sweetheart, no matter what happens, I'll never not love you. Tomorrow, next month, when we have 8 kids... It's not gonna change."
And this time when you start to cry, he feels relieved when he pulls you close and you melt into him. "I love you so much," he murmured. "And I'm so sorry."
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plate of primes
read on ao3
x
women love me, fish fear me. did
you know my brother fucked a fish
once? he’d call me a sinner but i
know i’m the good sin. pogchamp.
he put me up like a christmas soldier and
i know the cost of everything by the stock
of its gun. that’ll be fifty quid, thanks, and
do you kiss your mother with that mouth?
in war everyone wears
the same colour boots.
i saw that on wikifeet.
aita for telling my brother to stop
eating so many bloody cigarettes
it will tear your digestive lining
and all the organs will rot. i (m17)
and my brother (m25) watched
as he folded like a broken law.
speaking of breaking my best friend broke
his back on five thousand metric tonnes of
light sound and color once. bedazzling. he
says the fire went blue and green and gold
and that they melted his eyelids before they
snapped his spine so his whole world was
sky and shore and sun and then he turned
into lots of blood, everywhere. it’s red, innit.
my best friend is what they call a
little ~fruity~ a little ~limp wrist~
aita for bullying his new husband.
in my defence. they are big money. ooh la la rich.
diamonds lining every vein rich. netherite tongue.
it is good that my friend has something in his arms
that cannot be turned into lots of blood everywhere.
my best friend says if my brother sets foot
ten thousand meters in every direction by
their home he will turn him into a swiss
cheese. by which i think he means you and
i learned to eat cereal with bullet shells inside
and your brother is a dead man walking four
times over and should try a little harder to
stay that way. i think my best friend and my
brother would be much better off if they had
four hundred twenty wives much like myself.
reddit enjoyers across the world i (m17)
want my brother (m25) and my bestie
(m17) to sit at a table and share a plate.
they are both being
very unreasonable.
if they thought about
it for a second they
would understand
that it’s not about
the bullet shells or
the new hubby or
the broken law or
the lots of blood,
everywhere.
last year i turned seventeen in a ditch,
married my first wife and divorced her,
cut a couple throats to know the heat,
drank choccy milk out of a crystal vase,
and dug a grave for the new husband.
when i was sixteen, i split my lip thirty
times and broke my leg twice and had
sore arms and blew up an eardrum and
ate shit and had a nice christmas party
by the white sheath of beach out east,
cold and dark, a pink cake in my hands.
give me love
without the blood.
failing that,
give me primes.
#dsmp poetry#dream smp#dream smp fic#tommyinnit#tubbo#wilbur soot#copious reddit jokes#mild body horror tw#from tommy describing tubbos description of being blown up#chrys writes
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A collection of brief contextless snippets of Ros being…well, Ros.
Featuring Nick, Ellie, Nora, Haylen, and others.
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1.
Climbing down took less than half the time it took to climb up. Near the bottom, she simply dropped the last ten feet, boots hitting the wood roof with a solid thud. Abernathy stood waiting for her with a grin. Connie had already left.
He clapped her on the back. “Quick work. Where’d you learn to climb like that?”
“Through an unexpected blessing following the most traumatically horrific experience of her life” would have been the correct answer, but Ros wasn’t about to go into detail about that. So, she simply said, “A stripper taught me.”
Abernathy raised his eyebrows. “Huh. Well, you’ll have to thank that stripper for me.”
Ros was fairly certain she was dead, but she mentally passed on the message anyway.
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2.
“You’ve put me in your debt,” Ros said, as Connie secured the straps on the impressively full pack.
“Oh, quit your whining already,” Connie said. “I couldn’t care less if you never show your face around here again. Don’t have the caps to hire a merc.”
Ros eyed her warily, unsure if this was genuine evidence of a sense of humor and not a straight up threat. Connie didn’t clarify, which didn’t help matters at all.
* * * *
3.
They could see well enough to point a gun at her, at least. She allowed herself to assume that the white diamond over their heart meant that they were, in fact, a guard and not a member of a gang, because if she had to fight the last hundred feet to the city, she would lay down in the street and let them shoot her.
Tiredly, she told the strangely-armored person, “Not a mutant.”
To her surprise, they lowered their rifle without hesitation. “Always good to hear,” they said cheerfully.
* * * *
4.
“Noted.” He set the clipboard down, giving her a tired smile. “Your weapons are your business, but discharge them and Security will do the same. Chems are legal, but public use isn’t. Any disorderly conduct will earn you a night in lockup if no one shoots you for it first. If you need a place to stay, look for the Dugout Inn on First Street. Yefim Bobrov can set you up with a room. Any questions?”
“Yeah, uh,”—her grip tightened on the edge of the counter—“is there a doctor here, by any chance?”
Danny’s shoulders tensed. “There is,” he said warily. “If you’re sick, there is a quarantine procedure—”
“Not sick. Shot.”
Jamie said, “What?”
She removed the fedora from her stomach, uncovering the blood-stained holes in her new shirt.
Danny was on his feet, eyes wide. “Why didn’t you say anything?” He looked at Jamie. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
“Hell, I didn’t know,” Jamie said.
“I took two Stimpaks,” Ros said. “I’m not about to die.” She paused to double check her Pip-Boy. Three new warnings had popped up since she’d last looked. She dismissed them. “Yeah, no, not right this very second.”
“Are you sure that’s not shock?” Jamie asked. “Are you in shock?”
“I don’t actually know,” Ros said truthfully.
“Jamie,” Danny said.
“Yeah. Yeah, I’ll show them to the doc.” Jamie looked at Ros in concerned disbelief. “Can you walk?”
“I walked here, didn’t I?” Ros said, which wasn’t actually an answer.
“You did. Good Lord. Just…just follow me.”
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5.
Abruptly, Ellie let herself fall over into Ros’s arms, her head tucked beneath Ros’s chin. Ros held her awkwardly, startled by this more than the tears, at least for a second. It had to be more comfortable than being doubled over her knees.
“Okay, this is fine,” Ros said, because it was.
“Sorry, honey,” Ellie said into her shirt. “I kinda ruined your morning, huh?”
Ros said, “I want you to feel better,” because she did. She did, she did.
“Ugh, you and me both.”
* * * *
6.
“We’re open. You don’t—” Nick broke off. His fingers scratched against the door, metal against wood. A godawful sound, really.
“Sorry to bother you, Mr. Valentine,” Danny said, “but I assume this belongs to you?”
Ros attempted a grin. She presumed it looked deranged, her hands being cuffed behind her back and all.
Nick gave her a flat stare. “Tell me why I should say yes.”
“Uh, I didn’t kill anyone?” she offered.
* * * *
7.
“Ros.” Nora tilted her chin up, rag raised in her other hand. “You have blood on your face.”
Ros grimaced as the General aggressively scrubbed her cheek. “It’s not mine.”
* * * *
8.
“Hi,” Ros said with a tired smile. “This mattress is disgusting.”
“Obviously. It’s two hundred years old.” Haylen set the first aid kit on the chair. “Do you always talk this much?”
“Not to people. I talk to walls. And my horse. Normally they don’t talk back, though, so this is a first.”
“Right…you weren’t kidding about taking a hit to the head.”
#all time favorite character to write#ros markey#nick valentine#ellie perkins#scribe haylen#nora delaney#danny sullivan#rosemary reaper#fallout 4#fallout 4 fanfic
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One Of A Kind, Fandral
Word Count: 617
You couldn’t help but smile, watching at your boyfriend’s surprise to the holiday season. Your large and in charge warrior gazed at the snowfall around the two of you in the utter wonderance and innocence of a child.
“Fan…”
He looked at you, lips parted ever so slightly, blonde hair falling ever so slightly into his eyes. You felt yourself swooning, almost forgetting the words you wanted to say.
“Yes, love?”
You felt a blush rising to your cheeks.
Robin Hood personified.
Chivalrous.
Sweet.
Tender.
But only with you.
You saw a side of him that he didn’t share with Thor, Sif, Volstagg, and Hogun.
“How much longer do we have?” you asked gently, knowing that he would be pulled back to Asgard when the god of Thunder was done seeing Jane.
“I do believe that you have me for the rest of the night…” he said, a blush formulating on his own cheeks, “that is…if you’d have me.”
“I-yes…of course,” you smiled. He gave you another smile, sending your heart fluttering into a frenzy. The snow crunched beneath his boots as he closed the gap between the two of you and wrapped his arms around your waist, “Fan…”
“Tell me again how the snows of Midgard fall around this time of year and not all,” he said sweetly, “tell me of the skating on ice and the lighting of trees. And of the liquid chocolate that warms your soul when you’ve been out for far too long. I want to know all of your traditions my Midgardian maiden.”
You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck, “there’s not much to tell…you’ve covered the bases. Around Christmas time people light up trees and buy one another presents. They ice skate and watch the snow falling while drinking hot chocolate to stay warm.”
“And now…we are watching the falling of the snow…”
You bit your lip and nodded, “yes, Fandral. We are watching the snow fall and if you want we can drink hot chocolate and sit by the fire…”
“I would very much like that!” he purred against you, “I would like to lay with you by the fire and drink the hot chocolate…and tell you of how no other maiden in all the realms even compares to you…”
“Fandral…”
“Would it be impolite to tell you that even the beauty that nature creates in a snowflake pales in comparison to you?”
You felt yourself swooning in his arms as you stared into his eyes. He smiled a little more, his features lighting up as he brushed some of the hair from your face.
“I would very much like to kiss you…”
“I’m not stopping you…” you whimpered. He cupped your face and gently leaned in, until your lips pressed softly against his.
You felt yourself going dizzy as the chemistry between the two of you heated; his lips beginning to work feverishly against your own. His warmth joining with yours as the snow fell around you.
When he broke away from you, your eyes fluttered open. You began to feel the cold creeping along your frame as he took a step back.
Focusing, you noticed him retrieving a silken bag from his pocket, “I had the steel workers of Asgard help me with this…I wanted you to remember me when I have to go back…”
You gasped, looking at the beautifully crafted necklace. It was an intricate snowflake, with a singular diamond in the center of it.
“Fandral…i-it’s beautiful.”
“Everything pales in comparison to your beauty my love!” he sighed, “but I wanted you to know that I think of you all the time…in the sea of Midgardian people…you fell right into my life…like a snowflake.”
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A late night swim
Summary: On a late night stroll, Aether was the subject of a beautiful scenery and you couldn’t help but show your feelings to him.
Starring: Aether, gender unspecified reader
Genre: Fluff, late night swim (is this even a genre), confessions, kissing
Warnings: None
Author’s note: This is my first time posting something about Aether so I hope it doesn’t flop. Likes, comments and reblogs will be greatly appreciated!
Word count: 780 Words
The crunching of dried leaves below your boots and the gentle whistle of the wind was what occupied the silence of the foggy forest. You wandered through the forest under the autumn spell of the reds, yellows and greens of falling leaves and the moonlight that shone through the branches of giant trees like spotlights.
You were someone who revelled in the night, it made you feel alive. Everything from the tree branches and leaves dancing under the starlit sky to the scent of wet bark that always lulled your thoughts. You ventured forward to what looked like a clearing and stopped just before you could enter it.
Your eyes widened at the sight of Aether sitting on a rock near a lake that shimmered like diamonds just like his golden hair and you knew his golden eyes glittered too for when has the sparkle in his eyes ever dulled? He had his back to you and hummed an unfamiliar tune as he gazed toward the sky and you couldn’t look away from him.
The crack of a stick below your foot as you unintentionally stepped forward broke both the spell that kept Aether’s gaze on the sky and yours on him. Your eyes met.
You looked at him with embarrassment, “I’m sorry.”
He laughed and stood up from where he sat. “Hello to you too.” He said as he walked toward you with an unwavering smile and you couldn’t hold his eye contact due to the warming of your cheeks. “There’s something magical about the sky tonight, would you care to join me in a session of stargazing?” He held out his gloved hand which you took without hesitation for you wouldn’t waste a moment with Aether for something as futile as hesitation.
You offered a shy smile. “Gladly,”
Aether guided you to the rock he was previously sitting on and you joined him there and gazed at the sky. The stars twinkled and glittered in a way that reminded you of Aether’s eyes, and speaking off, you looked toward him only to see he was already staring at you with a look of awe. His eyes widened after he realised that you caught him in his act and he pushed you into the lake.
You shrieked as you fell into the lake and Aether was quick to act and followed in right after you.
He grabbed your hand and pulled you to the surface. “I’m so sorry.” He said as he helped you back onto the rock. “I’m so very sorry.” He repeated after you didn’t reply. You ignored him and looked away from him. He frowned before he gently tucked your shirt and called your name and you quickly turned to him and pushed him back into the lake. Your laughter echoed through the forest.
“You look like a wet blond rat.” You giggled after Aether resurfaced with narrowed eyes. He swam toward the rock to pull himself out but instead of reaching for the rock he reached for your leg and pulled you back into the water.
When you resurfaced, it was Aether’s turn to laugh. You smiled at the way the water reflected moonlight into his eyes and you couldn’t help but simply stare.
When his laughter died down he stared back at you as if trying to memorise every detail of your face. The intimacy within his gaze left you flustered so you splashed water onto his face and swam away from him. But he grabbed your arm before you could get far and turned you to him before wrapping his hand around your wrist and pulling you closer to him. You melted under his gaze and proximity.
“Am I a cute rat at the very least?” He whispered, as if speaking too loud would shatter the moment.
Your heart seemed to want to beat out of your chest. “The cutest I’ve ever seen.”
The corners of his mouth lifted slightly and he leaned in, the scent of windwheel esters complimenting his warm breath as he spoke against your lips. “I would like to forget my role as the honorary knight for a moment and commit a felony.”
One of his hands moved to wrap around your waist while his other caressed your cheek with the back of his knuckles. You gulped as you placed your hands on his chest, “And what would that be?”
“Stealing a kiss,” He whispered and you took this as a greenlight to press your lips against his. Your heart fluttered when he kissed back, his soft lips communicating his longing for you.
You broke the kiss and smiled, “I think you stole more than just a kiss.”
#silaswritesthings#silas#genshin impact#genshin x you#aether#aether x gender neutral reader#genshin aether#traveler#aether deserves more love#aether x you#genshin fluff#aether fluff#confessions
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Imagine having your soul shipped to you in the mail.
I got distracted and accidentally bumped it off a table yesterday, so the top portion broke, but I was able to superglue it back together. (For anyone interested, this was made by WTFcharms on Etsy. It's a nice, high-quality, and affordable alternative to the out-of-production official soul gems floating around out there.)
With all that said, I'd like to take this time to gush about the magical girl designs in Madoka Magica. I will be focusing primarily on the original five magical girls; as much as I love what Magia Record introduced to the franchise, there are so many characters. I will share my favorite Magia Record design at the end, though.
Let's get stared with...
Mami Tomoe!
I've always really liked Mami's design. I don't know if I've ever articulated the specific reasons why, but that's what I'm here to do now.
The influences from historical Western fashion, like her corset and boots. They make Mami look classy and fashionable, yet noticeably older than the others.
The plume on her hat. It's a cool detail in general, but it also makes me think of pre-20th century soldiers' uniforms.
The feminine yet down-to-earth feel. She's girly and optimistic at heart like Madoka, but the relative lack of frills makes her feel more mature and veteran-like in comparison.
The purplish coloring to her hat and stockings. It's just a bit of complementary color goodness.
The very slight change in her hair color. For Mami specifically, she gets a slightly brighter, more saturated shade of yellow. All the original girls have this characteristic, which I think is pretty cool.
Now, on to my favorite character...
Sayaka Miki!
The cape. Whether you want to compare her to a superhero or a knight, it's fitting for her heroic ideals.
The multilayered gloves. They're unique, and the deep navy blue of the longer gloves varies the color scheme a bit.
The armor-like breastplate on her otherwise soft cloth corset. It's another point for the knightly aesthetic, but it also plays into her personality. Her heart (emotions, not actual blood-pumping heart) is vulnerable. She's expressive, but she keeps her true feelings well-guarded no matter how much it ends up hurting her.
The gold trim on various clothing pieces. It's cool, it's flashy, and it reflects Sayaka's pride in being a magical girl who fights for justice.
The angled skirt. Even if it doesn't prove to be especially practical, it looks athletic and good for combat.
The belts holding up her stockings. I just think they're neat.
The fortissimo hairpin (shown in the gif). It ties into her wish and reflects her bombastic emotions.
Sayaka's hair shifts from a muted cerulean to a bright sky blue. This is pretty in-line with her cheeriness and idealism.
Here, we have (arguably) one of the sanest members of the cast...
Kyoko Sakura!
Though somewhat simple at a first glance, Kyoko's outfit has quite a bit going on.
The fleur-de-lis like pattern under her soul gem. The fleur-de-lis is often used to represent Christian saints; Kyoko grew up in a Christian family.
The long dress/coat over a shorter skirt. One may compare the coat to a priest's robes.
The boots. Kyoko is the only one of the main cast to not fight in heels, complementing her pragmatic nature.
The detached sleeves exposing her shoulders. They make her look powerful and tough.
The white accents on her otherwise dark outfit. It adds variety, but it also alludes to the selfless reasoning behind her wish.
Kyoko's hair changes from a crimson shade to a lighter, brighter burgundy. Where civilian Kyoko lives in the shadows, magical girl Kyoko fights openly and aggressively.
Now, let's look at the ever-popular...
Homura Akemi!
Homura's design may not be super flashy, but it's still super cool in lots of ways.
The stockings. Solid black stockings would have worked well enough, but the purple diamond print going down the sides adds some flair.
The practicality. Ignoring the fact that she's sprinting around in stilettos, Homura's magical girl outfit looks pretty comfortable and easy to move in.
The subtlety. Whether we're discussing the past or the present, Homura was never one to desire the spotlight. Her subdued design and color scheme reflect this aspect of her personality.
The resemblance to a school uniform. She's got the classic bow and sailor collar, but she also borrows a unique element from the Mitakihara uniform specifically: the cut of the shirt. It has two downward points in the front and one in the back, though it is more exaggerated on her magical girl outfit.
Homura's hair changes to a darker shade of gray/black. It's incredibly minute, but it plays up her "dark, mysterious transfer student" persona.
Of course, we can't forget the one and only...
Madoka Kaname!
She has a lot in common with your stereotypical magical girls (think Sailor Moon and Mew Ichigo), but that doesn't mean there isn't a lot to admire about her design.
The yellow on her dress' bodice. It breaks up all the pink and white while still looking good in the overall color scheme.
The points on her overskirt. They look like flower petals, specifically those of a cherry blossom.
The frills and bows everywhere. Super genre-typical, super cutesy, super Madoka.
The darker pink ribbons on her gloves. They add a bit of pizzazz to what would otherwise be one of her plainer accessories.
The crossed laces on her shoes. It isn't that important of a detail, but it's a unique approach to making her already-detailed outfit even fancier.
Madoka's hair changes from a watermelon pink to more of a bubblegum pink. This just adds to her sugary cuteness and makes you feel even worse when she suffers.
And finally, as promised, my favorite Magia Record design...
Kanoko Yayoi!
I couldn't find a good, clean design sheet for Kanoko, so I chose to use some of her card artwork--one that offers a look at the front detailing (3-star), and one that gives us a good look at her shoes (5-star). So, what exactly do I love so much about her design?
The Victorian influences, like her top hat and corset. I'm a sucker for mid-to-late Victorian Era aesthetics.
The overall "cute but classy" vibe. The gold and emerald green accents on her accessories, the black-and-white color scheme, and the long gloves make her look quite a bit fancier than some other magical girls; but her frilly shorts, Mary Jane-like shoes, and cropped jacket balance everything out so she still looks like a magical girl rather than, say, a lost Black Butler OC.
The stitched detailing on most of her accessories. It really fits her fashion designer theme.
She wears shorts instead of a skirt. This isn't a horribly rare thing in the genre, especially when accounting for other Magia Record characters, but it's still pretty unique.
The holes in her cuffs. They look like the eyes of sewing needles, looping back to her wish/theme.
Aaaaaaand she may or may not look quite a bit like me. Not identical, but enough to make me do a double-take when I first saw her. That gave me the happy brain tingles. :)
Also, can we just talk about how sick her Doppel is?
Her name is Broderie, and she's the witch of torn seams. She can destroy anything, even concepts...but she's only really interested in destroying Kanoko's work. And of course, despite being labeled as a thread trimmer, she looks like a mushroom. ^^' But yeah. My girl finally got a Doppel. I'm so proud of her. :')
Anyway, thanks for coming to my TED Talk.
#pmmm#puella magi madoka magica#madoka magica#magia record#fashion#mami tomoe#sayaka miki#kyoko sakura#homura akemi#madoka kaname#kanoko yayoi#kanoko yayoi doppel#broderie#soul gem#pmmm soul gem#super long post#long post
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cry.
pairing: austin butler x black!fem!oc
warning: sad. vivid descriptions of heartbreak and depression, could be triggering, so 18+ just in case.
content: he broke her heart and she’s going through the motions. she wants him to hurt the way she does.
song: cry, k. michelle
potential tag list (these people tend to interact the most. let me know if you want to be added/removed): @neeville@dulcewrites @crash-and-cure@cvpidspearl @blackwriter48 @wonderprince @venus2eros @adoreyouusugar @sunshinetoday1 @cosmic-parker @kaitaesupremacy
Darkness was her companion, depression was her friend, and heartache was her lover. It fucked her good. Until she was a quivering, blubbering mess. It mastered the art of overstimulation that sent her into overdrive, where her heart pounded, her jaw fell slack, and her eyelids screwed shut. Out of her mouth tumbled cries and pleas for mercy.
Her heart was wrung by his hands. Out of it dripped the love, adoration, honor, value, and respect she held for him. Pooled at their feet. She shook in shock while he dropped her heart on the ground and trampled it beneath his boot-clad foot. Kicked and tossed to the side, a piece of her died, and he took the remaining pieces with him. Where did they reside?
Emptied and drained, she was. How powerful could he be to have emptied every ounce of joy she’d known. It was replaced with bitterness, confusion, sadness, and anger. Questions arose and were met with silence and ignorance.
Left to sleep by herself in a bed for two. Wrapped in his clothe, desparate for some sense of comfort. It never came. The scent of him was gone, his warmth dissipated, and his kisses were passed along to another.
Tears soaked her pillows at night. She’d sleep in her sorrows and be washed by her own misery. She could only ponder on his condition and if the rumors she heard were true. The joy on his face, the fluidity of his movements, and the kindness in his tone when he spoke to others. Was his smile real or a masquerade, his full lips pulled back to reveal his beautiful teeth? Did his blue eyes twinkle like diamonds in the sunlight?
Or did he topple over himself as the emotions beat him down, blow after blow? Was his mind clouded with despair? Did he hurt like she hurt?
She assumed not. While he partied like an animal and whispered into the ears of women, she suffocated herself with blankets and swallowed her weeps like they were a beverage. How could he? Toss her away as if she was nothing. Five years together and millions of memories tossed away like hot garbage. Was she of no value?
How could he. The late night visits to offer him comfort during times of need. Welcoming him into her home, into her family. The prayers she’d written about him to God, begging for him to be covered in protection and to be filled with peace. The laughs, smiles, and touches. They served no purpose?
A wave of unidentifiable emotions washed over her like a tidal wave. The comforting angel on her shoulder was met with the devil on the opposing.
The devil rested on her shoulder comfortably after defeating the angel in a game of tug-of-war. Down went an angelic servant who tried to clear her conscious, her mind, her spirit of the darkness that stirred deep within in. That pesky instigator on her shoulder danced joyfully when everything bubbly and kind about her seemingly blurred and disappeared behind a cloud of anger.
Her thick eyebrows stitched into a frown, her nose scrunched in upward, and her lips downturned in disgust. Within her, an emotion she couldn’t put a label on bubbled greatly. It slowly began to rise up her throat, her emotion manifesting through a wicked holler that startled the dog walker just outside of her home.
A sheer crimson curtain glassed over her vision. She felt like that character in her younger sister’s favorite show—the one who’s humanity was turned off and nothing else seemed to matter.A bitter chuckle fell from her plump lips as she swirled her glass of red wine. She brought the rim to her lips and gulped down the remainder. Woozily, she stood on her two feet.
Her palm choked the neck of the expensive wine. She took a vigorous swig from the bottle. Then, slowly and meticulously, she turned the bottle upside.
Blood-like liquid soaked the boxes with his belongings. White clothes were now maroon and stained. His shoes drenched. Then, she tossed the bottle in a corner. It knocked over a picture frame hidden behind a letter of congratulations for completing his award nomination.
She stood over the ruined belongings and watched as droplets of wine seep into every nook and cranny. Her lip quirked in disgust and she drew back her neck and left a strand of DNA on the box. “Bitch.”
She stood still for a moment. The voice of her newfound friend egged her on. Revenge is the best, medicine, is it not? To change the game and inflict the same pain on his as he did her. She was easy to convince due to the alcohol and high emotions, and within moments, the man closest to her former lover was alerting her of his upcoming arrival.
Deep down, she knew the severity of the situation. Well aware of the consequences that came with such horrid decisions, but he owed her the tears, the pain, and the despair. The love was long gone and was replaced with revenge. One she hoped was so ruthless that he had no choice but to cry.
#austin butler#black authors#austin butler x reader#austin butler x black!reader#austin butler x black reader#austin!elvis x reader#austin butler fic#just a little something#austin!elvis x black!reader#writers and authors
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So between reading MC2 Spider-Girl, listening to Cerebro and having a 40 minute drive home... I thought up a hypothetical daughter for Emma and Tony because I very much enjoy them as a couple. Behold and perhaps let me know what you think!
Emma never planned to have children of her own, not counting the Cuccos of course, but there was just something about Anthony… Granted, both of them were convinced neither of them would survive the fight with Orchis to come and they both desperately needed one last good thing before they went to war. At first, part of her wondered if perhaps she should even keep the child, what sort of world would exist after the dust settled after all. It would be simple to do, no one would ever have to remember, not even herself…but there was some small voice in the back of her head that said otherwise. This child meant a future, one for both mutants and humanity. Once she made up her mind to keep the baby, she made sure to flaunt that fact, as she did with all things. She would not let motherhood slow her down or make her look weak. Poor Anthony, he tried so hard to get Emma to just sit down for a minute but she refused to listen to him on the topic, what did he know about pregnancy after all. Once the baby was born, there was much debate on the baby’s name, “I didn’t take your last name Anthony and neither shall she.” Emma insisted, though they did eventually reach a compromise by naming her after her father, Antoinette Frost.
Growing up, it became apparent that the girl had inherited her father’s brain and her mother’s personality and drive. Sneaking into Tony’s labs, he became something of a tiny assistant for his projects. Fully aware of what her parents did with their lives, she insisted her dad make her her own Iron Man suit as soon as possible, he was able to come up with excuses until she turned 11 and he finally broke, though he made sure her’s didn’t have some of the more dangerous features. Even though she was tested as an infant to prove she had an X-Gene, there was no certainty of what sort of mutation she may develop. While her half-sisters were telepathic like their mother, she instead inherited Emma’s secondary mutation and was able to turn her entire body into a living diamond. Being able to make herself indestructible did create a bit of a redundancy with having her own Iron suit but at the same time, she couldn’t fly or shoot repulsor blasts. Tinkering with her father’s tech(against his wishes) she developed a set of gauntlets and boots that could contract into a set of stylish bracelets and shoes for when she didn’t need them. The first time her parents saw her out fighting, Emma was incredibly proud but Tony was very distraught at the idea of his daughter flying around basically in the nude as whatever outfit she wore typically did not stand up to combat as well as her body and armor. A compromise was eventually reached, a small arc reactor pendant she could wear that could expand to cover her modesty…though she made sure it still looked stylish on her.
#x men#iron man#tony stark#emma frost#oc#fan character#fan child#marvel#invincible iron man#fall of the house of x#rise of the powers of x#white queen
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Camping Trip AU pt.2 / NSFW
He grabbed my shoulders, and turned me over on my back, with him hovering over me. "Y/n, I gotta say, you have been a big impact on me for the last few years." He placed his fingers under my chin, and lifted my head up. He took that hand and creeped it up my shirt.
Y/n stares deeply into Z's eyes, her face emitting crimson red heat, her chest begins the tighten. "Agh, what the fuck am I doing?" Z retaliates from his actions, and backs away from poor little y/n, so helpless underneath his muscular figure. However, y/n doesn't want it to end so quick. She enjoys his company, and where they are at right now is where she needs to stay.
As Z turns away, she grips her fists on his white shirt, yanking him close to her. At this point in time, their faces are parallel from each other, 2 inches apart. She lets her grip go of his shirt, sliding her soft hands around the back of his neck, caressing his hair. "Do you know how long I've been waiting for this? I can't let you leave just yet. Please, one more moment at least?" Y/n whispers into his ear, his diamond earring shone from the moonlight above. The sparkle ignites in his light irises, he lowers himself onto her restless body.
In fact, he's also been waiting for this.
Z's rough hands creep up her shirt, as the other supports her back. She can feel his sweet trembling, but she knows he is ready.
The endless love making that night brought their souls to fruition. The two connected on a deeper level than ever before. Although, there seems to be a slight problem. Another boy is currently in love with her, but who could it be?
The next day
After an endless night of passion and bonding, Y/n and Z woke up after sunrise. The other boys have already awaken and were preparing to head off to a lookout. Z gently nudges y/n, as her iridescent eyes awaken to a caramel skinned boy with prominent freckles over his sculpted face. He smiles, and gives her a pleasant good morning. They climb out of the tent one after the other, greeted by four other handsome men staring back at them, one of them with his eyes fixated on y/n, and y/n alone.
"good morning everyone" Y/n says in her mellow voice. "Mornin y/n" Robaire greets back. "We are just about ready to head off to the lookout today, you nearly ready? We just need to pack up your tent and then we'll be on our way. Feel free to take as much time as you need to get yourself ready." Jesse reassures y/n with his warm voice. She nods and heads off to the showers. Z is left alone with the boys for the first time in a little while.
They begin to gather around Z, questioning his relationship between y/n and him last night. "I heard questionable noises from your tent last night, what exactly happened between you guys?" Jesse asks Z.
"I-it's nothing, really, we didn't even do anything, I swear!" Z exclaims, while trying to deceive them, but they aren't buying it.
"Right.. it was worth a shot. Anyways, go ahead and pack up your shit we're leaving as soon as y/n is finished." Jesse says in a rash tone.
Z stares off in disbelief. Are they mad or something? I don't get it, He thinks to himself. After packing up his "shit", he sees y/n walking out of the showers in the distance. Z's face blushes, and he begins to fluster, remembering about what they did last night. As T is loading the car, he quickly glances towards Z, only to see his face bright red. T's smile quickly fades as he closes the boot of the car and walks over to the car door. The other members follow, as Z finishes packing his things into the car, he hops in on the left side of the car, next to the middle seat across from where T is sitting. Z looks over at T, only to see a gloomy face staring off outside the car window, as they are waiting for y/n to get in. Z thinks to himself, T has never looked this shitty except for the time his ex broke up with him. Something is definitely up.
Y/n is running to the car as she slides in the middle seat between Z and T. Y/n and Z share a quick smile, and then look out the window as the car starts to move.
There is a strong tension. Z feels the energy from T radiating across the backseat. Something ain't right, He thinks to himself. Although he and y/n are getting along great, there seems to be a stigma in the air, like a sense of guilt filling his lungs when he inhales.
Long story short, they got out of the car when they arrived at the lookout. Y/n and Z went for a walk around the area as the other boys stayed and discussed about the recent "relations" between them.
Alas, it is time to go home, so they got back in the car for another painful ride home. As they got back to their dorm, Z stayed behind with T for a few moments while everyone else brought their luggage inside.
Z- "Yo, T, what's up with you dude? You seem like, extremely upset."
T - "You wanna know what Z? I have a big fat crush on y/n. Yeah, that's right, I love her. I feel so sad for liking her, when obviously, she doesn't like me back. I know I've been shitty with you today, but I just need time to get over her."
Z- "Dude, I had no fucking idea you liked her. I'm terribly sorry and I can back off her if you wish, It's just.. We already told each other our feelings.."
T- "It's.. fine.. I'm going to get over her, just give me some time."
Z- "Alright bro, if you need anything in the meantime or just someone to talk to, then feel free to let me know, I'll always be here for you. After all, you're my best bud"
The two of them both walk together inside. Z feels relieved but deeply saddened that his best bud likes his girl.
Y/n has finished unpacking her clothes in her room. She jumps onto her bed, so grateful she's finally in the comfort of her own room. Although sleeping with Z was amazing, she still enjoys a good nights sleep in her comfy bed. However, she can hear someone walking to her room.
Z opens the door to be greeted by a sprawled out y/n on the bed. He blushes intensely, remembering what they got up to last night. Unfortunately something down there is beginning to harden. Y/n's eyes gaze upon Z's pants. SHE KNOWS.
Z walks over to her and lays on top of her soulful body. Her uniqueness attracts him to a whole other level. Again, his rough hands creep up and down her spine, lowering his head into the crook of her neck. He just can't help but grind onto her. Y/n moans as they start to get rowdy.
Z unzips his pants and pulls out his shaft, y/n moans at the sight of it. He grabs her from behind and literally just shoves it in with no warning. She bites her lips and crosses her legs from the sudden intrusion, as he begins to thrust, biting onto her ears and whispering dirty things. "Mmm, good girl" Z whispers. Y/n's downstairs begin to throb, that just turns her on to the max. As she clenches, he moans in her ear. The sounds of their love fill the hollow room, they bounce off the walls and bring them closer.
"Ngh, y/n I'm gonna c-cum" Z moans into her ear, as he brings a hand down to stimulate her clit ever so gently. At this stage, Y/n is also about to cum.
He thrusts faster and faster and the slapping gets louder. Suddenly, there are loud bangs on the door. It seems to be someone standing outside. Z and y/n don't notice it over the clapping.
"ngh, haah , mmmngh, I'm, I'm cumm- NGH" Z moans loudly, as he begins to fill y/n up from the inside.
The door opens.
T - "WHAT THE FUCK?!"
fin~
#4town aaron t#4town#turning red#4town smut#4town x reader#disney#anime#4townie#4town fanart#4town z#4town aaron z#4town headcanons#turning red 4town#4town taeyoung
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Ngl Scottish me Bakugo was very cursed. Thanks 👍
This is Completely Random Stranger. By the Way.
Could I get some pronouns for that Max gift stimboard you made for... [Checks notes.] ....a friend. Fangs OC seems very gender :]
hello!! glad you liked it, completely random stranger! :] i almost think i should give you that as an anon tag LOL.
and sure!! hopefully you like what i came up with. your pronouns are under the cut!
act/acts
acting/acting(‘s)
actor/actors
actress/actress(es)
angry/angry(‘s)
ax/axes, axe/axes
bad/ass
bad/bads
bad/boy(s)
bad/girl(s)
bad/omen(s)
bari/bari(s)
bari/tone(s)
bark/barks
bee/bees, bie/bies
bit/ters
bitter/bitters
black/blacks
blade/blades
bleak/bleaks
bleed/bleeds
blood/bloods
blush/blush(es)
bone/bones
boot/boots
bour/bon
bow/bows
bow/tie(s)
break/breaks
breakup/breakup(s)
broke/broken
broke/brokes
broken/heart(s)
bruise/bruises
burn/burns
ca/nine(s)
can/dle(s)
candle/candles
canine/canines
cast/casts
cat/cats
chain/chains
chaos/chaos(‘s)
claw/claws
coal/coals
crack/crackle
crack/cracks
crack/cracks
crackle/crackles
crim/son(s)
crimson/crimsons
crow/crows
crown/crowns
curse/cursed
curse/curses
cut/cuts
cute/cutes
cute/cutie
cutie/cuties
cutie/pie(s)
dag/gers
dagger/daggers
damn/damned
damn/damns
damned/damned('s)
dar/ling(s)
dark/darks
darling/darlings
de/des
de/mon(s)
dead/deads
dear/dears
death/deaths
deep/deeps
demon/demons
devil/devils
dia/mond(s)
diamond/diamonds
dirt/bag(s)
dog/dogs
drama/dramas
dream/dreams
drink/drinks
drip/drips
drip/drops
drop/drops
drunk/drunks
dusk/dusks
dusk/dusky
ear/rings
earring/earrings
eerie/eeries
eldritch/eldritch(es)
em/bers
ember/embers
emo/emos
eve/eves
evening/evenings
evil/evils
fashion/fashions
fatal/fatals
fate/al(s)
fate/fates
fe/line(s)
feline/felines
feral/ferals
ferro/ferros
fiend/fiends
fight/fights
fire/fires
fire/works
flame/flames
fluid/fluids
freak/freaks
fuck/fucks
fun/funeral(s)
funeral/funerals
gem/gems
god/damn
god/gods
goth/gothic(s)
goth/goths
grave/graves
grave/gravestone(s)
gravestone/gravestones
grief/griefs
grime/grimes
grin/grins
growl/growls
grudge/grudge(s)
grunge/grunge(s)
handsome/handsomes
hart/harts
haunt/haunts
heart/broken
heart/hearts
hell/hells
hell/hound(s)
hellhound/hellhounds
herb/herbs
hop/hops
hope/hopes
hope/less(‘s)
hopeless/hopeless(‘s)
horror/horrors
hos/tile(s)
hostile/hostiles
hound/hounds
hush/hush(es)
hx/hxm
ink/inks
ink/inky
jet/black
jet/jets
jewel/jewels
jewelry/jewelry(‘s)
joke/jokes
jump/jumps
jump/scare(s)
jumpscare/jumpscares
keg/kegs
keg/stand(s)
king/kings
knife/knives
knives/knives(‘s)
know/knows
lace/laces
laugh/laughs
leap/leaps
less/lesses
light/lighter
light/lights
lighter/lighters
lo/ser(s)
loser/boy(‘s)
loser/girl(‘s)
loser/losers
low/lows
lust/lustful
lust/lusts
lustful/lustful(‘s)
ma/roon(s)
mace/maces
mad/mads
make/makes
make/up
makeup/makeup(s)
mare/mares
maroon/maroons
max/imum
max/maxes
max/max’s
maxie/maxies, maxi/maxies
maximum/maximums
meme/memes
mid/mids
mid/nights
midnight/midnights
mon/mons
mourn/mourns
murk/murks
murk/murky
murky/murky(‘s)
music/musics
mutt/mutts
muzzle/muzzles
nail/nails
nail/polish
nerve/nerves
nerve/nervous
night/midnights
night/nights
nightmare/nightmares
ob/sidians
obsidian/obsidians
omen/omens
onyx/onyx(‘s)
out/cast(s)
out/outs
pitch/black
pitch/pitch(es)
poi/son(s)
poison/poisons
polish/polish(es)
pon/pons
pop/pops
pour/pours
pretty/pretty(‘s)
prince/prince(s)
princess/princess(es)
queen/queens
ray/rays
ray/ven
re/gret(s)
red/reds
regret/regrets
rib/ribs
ride/rider
ride/rides
ring/rings
roar/roars
rogue/rogues
ruin/ruins
run/runs
sad/sads
scare/scares
scare/scary
scorch/scorches
scream/screams
screamo/screamo(‘s)
self/selfs
set/sets
sev/sevs
sev/ven(s)
sev/ver
seven/sevens
sever/severs
sharp/sharps
sharp/teeth
shh/shhs
shoe/shoes
shush/shush(es)
shx/hxr
sick/sicks
sin/sins
skull/skulls
slash/slashes
smirk/smirks
smoke/smokes
smoke/smokey
snap/snaps
snarl/snarls
som/bers
som/soms
somber/sombers
son/sons
sorrow/sorrows
spark/sparkle(s)
spark/sparks
sparkle/sparkles
spine/spines
sprint/sprints
stag/stags
stall/stalls
stallion/stallions
stand/stands
star/less(‘s)
starless/starless(‘s)
starve/starves
stone/stones
stud/studs
sun/suns
swipe/swipes
tat/tats
tat/too
tattoo/tattoo(s)
teeth/teeths
teeth/tooth
that/thats
that/thing(s)
the/max (as in ‘to the max’)
thing/things
thxy/thxm
tie/ties
tiger/tigers
tone/tones
tooth/teeth
un/lits
un/nerves
unlit/unlit(‘s)
unnerve/unnerves
up/set(s)
up/ups
vam/pire(s)
vamp/vamps
vampire/vampires
vein/veins
ven/vens
vial/vials
void/voids
wea/pon(s)
weapon/weapons
wild/wilds
win/ner(s)
winner/winners
woodland/woodlands
woof/woofs
wrath/wraths
yawn/yawns
yearn/yearns
zom/zoms
zomb/zombs
zombie/zombies
#request accepted | ''Allons-y; Allonzo!''#neopronoun suggestions | ''Sounds fun! I might just make a list of my own.''#neopronoun suggestions#neopronouns list#ockin#oc kin
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Hooky/First Kiss
Ship: Jack Torrance x Keaton Diamond (Childhood Friends AU)
Word Count: 1054
Summary: Keaton & Jack are around 15 in this story. When Keaton isn't seen at school, Jack skips part of school to check up on him. As a result, he gets his first kiss. Attempted to use some fun fifties slang since that would be when Jack was a teenager if we put the events of The Shining in 1980. CWs for mentions of abusive parents, Jack (kind of) breaking into Keaton's house (granted, he was given a key), and self-image issues.
Tag List: @canongf @futurewife @rexscanonwife
When Jack didn’t see Keaton at school that day, he knew he had the perfect excuse to play hooky. Yeah, maybe his best friend was just sick, but it wasn’t exactly pleasant to go through the school day without him, either. At lunch, he slipped past the uncaring school secretary and began walking through the autumn-coloured neighbourhood and out to Keaton Diamond’s house. Jack and Keaton had been close friends ever since Keaton’s family had moved him out to Garden City, Long Island, and ever since the two confided in each other about their oppressive home lives.
Jack had to deal with his both verbally and physically aggressive father and his devoutly Catholic mother, while Keaton dealt with an emotionally unavailable father and a physically unavailable mother, along with the incessant calling from his overbearing grandparents… needless to say, confiding in each other was quite cathartic and came easily.
Rounding the corner, Jack scrambled over his neighbours’ fences until he ended up in Keaton’s backyard, gold and red leaves crunching beneath his worn boots as he approached the window that would open into Keaton’s bedroom. He knocked on the glass first in an attempt to be polite, but when the blackout curtains didn’t shift, he dug around in his coat pocket until he retrieved the key Keaton had snuck him so that they might be able to see each other without any adults noticing. Glancing over his shoulder, Jack unlocked Keaton’s window and pulled it open as quietly as physically possible before launching himself over the sill and struggling past the thick curtains. The room was completely dark, but Jack could hear Keaton scrambling to sit up in his bed.
The bedside lamp flicked on. “Jack! You can’t be here right now!” Keaton hissed. Jack looked toward him, still halfway through the window, but he was hiding beneath his sheet.
“Whaddya mean I can’t be here, Keats, your dad isn’t home, is he?” Jack asked, beginning to swing his legs into the room.
“You can’t be here because you’re supposed to be in school-- for Christ’s sake, at least take your boots off, I don’t need my dad asking about mud on the carpet…!”
Jack took off his boots and dropped them outside the window before planting his grey socks on the carpeted floor. “Fine, fine. Seeing you was more important than listening to Mr. Inbody drone on about algebra… so what’re you doing in bed, anyway, you don’t sound sick to me.”
Keaton’s form folded his arms subconsciously under his sheet. “I-it’s something you wouldn’t understand…”
Jack scoffed. “Oh yeah? Try me, Diamond.” He leaned over the baseboard of Keaton’s bed and snatched at the sheet, making Keaton bury himself further under his blankets.
“Jack, no! You can’t look at me…”
“Why not?” Still leaning over the baseboard, Jack looked around Keaton’s room. He had been there before, of course, but he always liked it much better than his own. At least Keaton got to have posters from his favourite sci-fi and horror flicks. The walls were painted a soothing navy blue while the carpet was an unoffensive cream colour. A cluttered desk sat in the corner opposite to the bed, where the duvet was a white background patterned with varying shades of blue birds.
“I’m all… broke-out…” Keaton murmured against his blankets.
“Broke-out??”
“Y’know. Red and spotty.”
Jack slowly wandered to the side of the bed and finally sunk down onto the mattress. “Why do you care that your face is red and spotty??”
“I told you you wouldn’t understand, it’s absolutely bogus! I scrubbed my face with soap and water until it bled and I think it just made it worse…”
Jack’s brow furrowed at this. “Keaton…” He felt around on top of the blankets in search of his friend’s hand, making him squirm and squeak when he accidentally grabbed at his side- “Sorry, sorry!” -before finally squeezing Keaton’s hand. “I’m sure it’s not that bad.”
“It’s disgusting! And it hurts like a bitch on my nose…”
“Didn’t your daddy tell you anything about not having a dirty mouth, you little shit?” Jack grinned as Keaton feebly laughed. “C’mon, I wanna see that smile… spots and all.”
Slowly, Keaton’s dark hair appeared at the top of the sheets, followed by his forehead and bespectacled eyes.
“Well, it’s not looking too shabby so far,” Jack observed, playfully ruffling his hair.
“Oh, trust me, it gets worse…” The sheet slipped down to reveal his nose and cheeks, inflamed, shining, and pimply, followed by his lips and chin. He squeezed his eyes shut as he sat up, drawing his knees to his chest. “I feel like the surface of Mars.”
“Oh, Keaton… can I…?” Jack raised his hand, letting it hover over his cheek. Keaton opened one of his eyes to see what he was doing and hesitantly nodded. Willingly, Jack placed his hand on Keaton’s cheek. “I don’t think you’re disgusting.”
Keaton shuddered slightly, still with his eyes closed. “You don’t?”
“‘Course not. When have I ever cared about appearances?”
Keaton opened his eyes, glancing down at Jack’s outfit. “You can say that again.”
Jack rolled his eyes. “Hey, I’m trying to make you feel better, could you do less ragging on my sense of fashion?”
“I don’t know, I think that is making me feel better,” Keaton hid his smile behind his hand. “No, no, I quite like the way you dress, actually… flannel looks real bad on you.”
Jack grinned. “Thanks.” He stroked Keaton’s cheek with his thumb, unbothered by the slick yet bumpy feeling of his skin. He cleared his throat as he admired Keaton, he was cute whether he was sporting clear skin or the worst acne flare-up of the year. “Would it be wrong for me to want to kiss you? Right now?”
Now Keaton’s face was flushed for a different reason. He bat his eyelashes. “I…” He found his hand trailing up Jack’s arm, past his neck, and up into his hair, almost of its own accord… “you… kiss me?”
“Yeah, caveman. I kiss you. Because you big cute. And Jack big handsome, so, only suitable, yeah?”
“Oh my God.”
And suddenly they were leaning in and kissing deeply, sweetly, eyes closed, hands on each other's bodies, and an autumn breeze flicking the curtains behind Jack’s back…
#self shipping#self shipping community#self insert#self insert oc#self insert x canon#self x canon#self insert oc x canon#oc x canon#the shining#jack torrance#circus scripts#🪓Darling - Light of My Life🪓#🌳🥃.s/i [Childhood Friends AU]
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I have so many opinions on this doll (Minnie Choi)! So, here is my little review! Wit pictures!
🌟Minnie Choi Doll! 🌟
Pros:
My goodness is this doll beautiful! Her colour palette, her hair, her eyes! She is dazzling. Minnie Choi puts us at ease, with ease. Wouldn't replace her. Adore her. Love her make up! So glad she is part of my/ our collection!
She has so much good fan content! Like her little booklet, has spoilers for her song. Her fan shirt with all her band members is amazing! A branded fan tee! And the quality isn't the best for that, it doesn't sit right. But that makes it feel more realistic.
I like some of her outfits (majorly because I can put them on her lol). The skirts are good. I really love her first set of boots. Her headset is adorable, even though... It doesn't fit right without the elastic she was boxed with. One of her tops is really good.
Also, the box had a lot of reusable pieces, although everything was backed in a thin layer of cardboard which the tape started pulling off. It was still super good, in sync, and high quality!
Cons: And this is where it somewhat gets sad for me.
The diamonds. I've seen it before, but I didn't quiet expect it. I touched some of the diamonds a few times to get the jacket off... and they fell off. I was super disappointed. If you avoid the diamonds, it's okay, but some of the clothes are super tight. Avoiding touching the arms and manoeuvring the fabrics is basically impossible. That makes the whole process super cringe.
The actual outfits. They are so tight! I have heard of these dolls having bad hands. I really don't want to take Minnie's hands off. Unfortunately, that makes it impossible to get her shirt and jacket actually on. So, I just haven't put them on, but it's sad since they're a huge part of what comes with the dolls. If I wanted low quality clothes, I would have gotten one of the divas at the store (apart from Meline, one of each rainbow divas was in the local target).
Those fluffing second pairs of shoes! Pain in the ass to get on with the socks. The socks end up creasing so badly, and that is because they are a bit tight. It's hard to get the shoes over the socks, but the shoes are loose on the dolls foot without the socks. It's like, a loose loose. It makes me sadeth.
Other Points:
Much jell in hair, what else would rainbow high be doing lol 😒. But her do is half up half down with those little plats and it's perfect. But... I'll probably take the out to wash her hair. Which is okay, but it's sad. Hard to love them when I know they'll soon be gone.
Was it worth $80 in Australia... probably not...? But, I love that doll. If I have to pay $80 AUD to get that doll... you watch me do it 😅. I would buy her again... in two or three months. My wallet is hurt.
The doll stand. This is a big thing for me. If you look at the base versus the support pole... they look like they're two different colours Similar shades, sure, but. No. And I know it could be because the base is thick or to 'create the illusion' but I bugs me. If I put her on the stand it's hard to see. I still have a gripe with it though.
On top of that, the brush is a different colour. But, I love the little rainbow sculpted on it's side. And on the base of the doll stand. None of my other dolls combs have it. They'll all just plain. So I love this! But the colour things wrecks it for me. It's a solid meh.
OVERALL!:
I love my Minnie Choi doll. She's so perfect. I have some gripes, and I'm broke, and I probably wasted money on it (even with it being a plastic kids toy. I lost money on use too). But I LOVE HER! Wouldn't trade her for the world! Adorable. Mature. Beautiful. Maybe even... sexy stunning 😳. I have plans for her in my doll kingdom. She will be a perfect legend.
Thanks for coming to my ted talk. Peace out! ✌🖖✌
Colours go Pow! 👊🌈🤛🔥!!!
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⚠️Warning this story has extreme graphic adult content, viewer discretion is advised! ⚠
Chapter 1 - The Shadow
Suffocated streets, crowds of people, millions of them wandering, going about business as usual, the horrors lurking around every street corner posed a threat. Gangs of murderers, rapists, and drug dealers infected the alleyways of Midnight City. Among them, one man walked the alleyways briskly, he was late for a very important meeting. The man looked over his shoulder and then pounded his fist on the door. A slot in the door opened, and a dark pair of eyes peered in.
“Were you followed?” the set of eyes asked.
“No," replied the man taking a look over his shoulder once again.
A few notches unlatched and clicked as the door was unlocked and opened for him. When he thought the coast was clear he entered the soggy brick building as the door shut and re-latched behind him. He was indeed being followed. Being observed from a distance by the silent watcher of Midnight City, an individual who took it upon himself to clean scum like these Hedge sellers from the city once and for all.
The Sparrow kneeled on the building overlooking this alley, watching the door become locked once more. His lips grimaced, he pulled the hood over his head and the mask, cheaply sewn into the sides of the hood, over the bottom half of his face concealing who he was from the world. The skylight on the roof of the building glistened catching his sharp gaze, and he cocked the wrist hooks fastened to his forearms.
The Sparrow got up, one leg than the other he began to back away from the roof's ledge and took off jumping, his boots carried him to the edge and left its safety, tasting the breeze through his mask. The Sparrow began to fall towards the alleyway sidewalk. He aimed the wrist hook towards the top of the brick building and flicked his wrist shooting the grapple, hooking to the side of the building. He flicked his wrist, and the cable began to retract, pulling him towards the roof. Grabbing for the ledge he pulled himself over it flipping onto the roof. The cable unhooked from the building and retracted into the wrist hook, The Sparrow re-cocked the wrist hook moving to the skylight into the room down below five men, guns in hands and cigarettes in mouths, product out for anyone to see.
“Hedge sales are at an all-time low,” one of the men, looking to be in charge, broke the foreboding silence between them.
“It's hard to find customers when a man in a mask is beating the shit out of your customers," the other got up into his face, speaking in a cold annoyed tone.
“Your boss doesn't have the balls to inspect the outlet himself,” He closed his mouth, speaking almost in a whisper to the man in his face.
"Let me remind you that Calin Cassidy, runs 150 plus Hedge outlets across Midnight City, 500 plus in Diamond City, and 300 more in Jade City, do you really think the head of the most infamous crime family, in the world has time to inspect every fucking Hedge outlet under his control just to put dumb ass dealers like you in the ground?" He took out his pistol in held it up to the man's forehead pulling the trigger, painting the wall with blood. The body fell to the ground and leaked into the cement.
"That's why he hired the inspectors like me," the man put away the pistol smiling at the body.
The Sparrow reached inside his bag, removing several smoke pellets from inside. He opened the skylight and activated the pellets, dropping them down into the room below. A constant beep echoed; they exploded, encasing the room with the non-lethal smoke and creating controllable chaos to his advantage. The men shot their guns out of fear. He smiled behind his mask and put his bag on.
The Sparrow dropped below, grabbing the first man and holding his neck tightly in the crook of his elbow, until he was knocked out cold. Without missing a beat, The Sparrow did the same to the next. He moved through the smoke with a record pace grabbing his next victim, incapacitating him along with the others. Then the next, holding him between his arm and body until he felt the body stop struggling and fall limp to the ground. That left one, the one intentionally saved for last, the one he had spent hours tracking to this outlet, and the one he was going to interrogate.
“You have made a mistake coming here Sparrow,” The man drew a knife, attempting to lunge at The Sparrow, he turned and grabbed the extended forearm holding the knife. With minimal effort The Sparrow snapped his arm. Understandably, the man screamed with pain. The Sparrow grabbed him by the neck and threw him against the wall getting close to his face.
"The mistake was leading me to Calin Cassidy's drug outlet."
“I knew I was being followed,” the man admitted.
"Then why lead me to the outlet, wouldn't Cassidy be angry if he knew one of his dealers lead me to another Hedge outlet?"
“I don’t work for Cassidy," the man attempted a laugh, but The Sparrow tightened his grip suffocating him.
"Who do you work for?" The man said nothing to this, and The Sparrow grew frustrated taking hold of his other arm snapping it, and the man howled with pain once more.
"I’m sure you are aware I’m the type to not play games," The Sparrow gritted his teeth behind his mask.
"A shadow from your past," Spluttered the man with immense pain.
"Who!" Screamed The Sparrow slamming his fist right next the man's face.
"Left sleeve," the man looked down gesturing with his head for The Sparrow to roll it up.
The Sparrow gripped the arm and rolled up the sleeve. Curling around the arm was a tattoo of the "白龍" or White Dragon.
The Sparrow’s black makeup-stained eyes widened. He gritted his teeth and the man just smiled; The Sparrow let the pain in. He pounded his fist into the man's face over and over again, blood spouted from his nose and mouth and the man eventually fell limp. The Sparrow tossed him aside like the garbage he was.
Blood stained his boots and gloves, glistening from the fluorescent lights on the ceiling. The man's pained breaths bubbled and staggered, he fell over in a pool of his own blood.
The Sparrow took a breath to steady of himself and cocked the wrist hook leaving the outlet for the incapable police force of Midnight City. He had to wrap his around this, and maybe get some sleep.
Written by Phoenix Rose
Characters and Story Created by Phoenix Rose
A Story Forge Production
#The Story Forge#Story Forge#The Sparrow#Sparrow#drama#fic#fics#original content#action#superheores#superhero#original story
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Well uhhh my friend suggested I post this story somewhere so… yeah,,, Roguefort x Almond shippers come get some food
(Human AU)
That’s when turquoise eyes met steely blue ones from across the dance floor.
Oh great, he is here. The heist would go much smoother if he wasn’t here, but no matter. He’s only a small obstacle.
Oh great, they’re here. I was hoping for once that I was wrong about them, but they're the way they always have been: unpredictable.
The thief smiled slightly as Almir had made the mistake of moving through the crowd of party-goers towards them as the song that had been playing ended. He’s in for a surprise.
“Phantom Bleu, you--”
“Look stunning? Why, thank you, detective.”
“That’s not what I came here to say, crook.” He lowered his voice so that anyone nearby wouldn’t overhear. Rowan pulled a look of fake shock, “My my detective! What language!” They falsely scolded.
“Listen, I know you’re here to do something, and I have an idea as to what.” He inched close enough to reach for one of their wrists, keeping his eyes locked with theirs so they weren’t aware of what was happening. “So watch your step, because--”
The words he was about to say were drowned out by the band suddenly starting playing the next song at full blast. Rowan had hoped this would happen. Etiquette at galas like this was that when a song started, you had to dance with the person closest to you. Rowan, of course, had already danced with countless people, and flirted with a dozen more. But all those people didn’t matter. All of those people were faceless nobodies, meant to be forgotten.
Only the man in front of them mattered to them, in more than one way, but he couldn’t know yet, it was too soon. Rowan couldn’t help but smile at the detective, and offered their one hand out to him. “Care to dance?” Almir's whole body seemed to tense up. He scoffed, then took Rowan’s hand.
And with that, the two began to dance.
Soon enough, the two were suddenly in the middle of it all. Of course, no one else knew who they were, since both were wearing disguises. Of course, Rowan has on one of their classic disguises, a navy blue shoulderless dress shirt, with sleeves made with the intention to look like the wings of a bird, decorated in feathers. A black belt with a small diamond attached to it separated their shirt from black leggings.
Due to their differences in height, Rowan would have struggled to dance with Almir if it weren’t for the sleek black boots they had on. The detective has dressed in a similar manner, an elegant black suit with a white face mask, decorated with bits of gold and beige. So, to everyone else, the two looked like a couple.
Both were such excellent dancers; each one seemed to know the other's next move as if they planned to dance together, effortlessly twirling and swaying to the music. Both were silent, but kept eye contact with each other. Rowan’s smile grew as they finally found the right words to say.
“Have I mentioned how amazing you look tonight?” They asked, their tone light, and somewhat sincere. The detective scowled and suddenly leaned toward them, their back bending back as their faces were not even a full twelve inches apart. “I know what you’re up to, so don’t try it.” he warned, eyes narrowing. Rowan straightened, catching Almir by surprise and bringing their face even closer to his. The detective’s expression gave away his shock, and the robber let out a laugh, which was a sound that many had swooned over.
However, the investigator held his ground, staying as rigid as he always was. The two had not stopped dancing, even after the song ended and the next started up. Neither of them had noticed, each equally enticed by the other. The music changed from high energy waltz to a much slower pace. Perfect timing. They thought to themself.
Rowan broke the tense silence. “I can’t help but notice how tightly you’re holding me. A rather strong grip indeed. I must say, I’m rather flattered by it.”
“I’m only doing this to keep an eye on you. Hell, I know you’re here to steal the Gems of Parfaedia, so I’m only doing any of this to prevent that.”
Rowan was so startled by his answer they nearly tripped. Thankfully, Almir instinctively reached to grab them, an arm wrapping around their waist, the other gripping their forearm. The thief begged their heart to stop hammering in their chest. He really hasn’t caught on yet! But they couldn’t celebrate yet. One more slip up like that and it’s over. Focus!
The two continued dancing, neither of them missing a beat this time. They had been dancing for a while, almost too long at this point, but neither made any change.
Rowan thanked themself for thinking to put on makeup to hide any blushing, or else their plan would have been ruined by the sudden pink tint to their face and the odd sense of bubbliness nesting in their stomach. Why was keeping their cool around the detective so difficult all of the sudden? Had they had too much to drink, or were those butterflies in their stomach trying to tell them something else? In an attempt to calm down, they cleared their throat softly and then spoke. “Sorry about that, my dear detective, I’m just shocked that--”
“I figured out your plan? If that’s the case… well then I hate to tell ya but…” The detective gave a chuckle. “You ain’t that good at making plans, I know you too well.” He was more confident —relaxed even— since he believed he had discovered their ‘true intentions’. He was far from correct.
“It’s not that. I’m surprised you think I’m here to steal gems. For a change of pace, I’ve decided to steal someone’s heart.”
“You don’t say? Go on then, enlighten me. Whose heart are you here to steal? Some rich aristocrat so you can smuggle out the treasures?”
Here goes nothing.
Rowan dipped back, forcing Almir to bend forward to catch them. Their faces were so close, Rowan could smell coffee, and the faintest trace of almonds. They could feel his breath on their face. They were suddenly aware of how gently Almir had handled them so far that evening. Heart pounding, they tried not to focus on just how close he was. It was overwhelming, but in the best way possible. The music was building towards its climax. Keeping eye contact with him, they silently slid their hand from his shoulder to the side of his face. Almir returned eye contact, not even flinching when their hand touched his face. Rowan suddenly took a deep, shuddery breath.
“Your heart, detective, for yours is the only one I have ever truly wanted… since the beginning.”
As the music reached the climax, Rowan closed the distance between the two. They kissed him. It lasted maybe a second, but to the thief, it may have lasted the rest of their life, and it still wouldn’t have been nearly long enough. In the next instant, they were gone from him in a puff of teal smoke, leaving the detective to ponder what they had said, and what they had done.
He was so distracted by it all, in fact, that he hadn’t noticed that the display cases in the ballroom had been emptied until it was too late. The treasures and the thief had vanished without a trace.
Except for the envelope left in his pocket bearing a wax stamp the same color as the smoke.
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man theres so many CHESTS just laying around in the zora area
also it is AAALLWAYS raining girl let me CLIMB
these underwater/underground ruins are SO COOL i wish i'd seen these the first time i was here
YOOOOOOO MY FUCKING CLIMBING BOOTS. FOUND THEM!!!!!!!!!
shrine puzzle here where i gotta take the crystal and follow the beam. i am quite clearly supposed to build a raft, but there are materials for a bike. decided against this bc i love rafting in this game and also bc of the low ceiling, even though with the crystal as a counterweight the low ceiling ought to be no problem
actually, i should have done the bike. rafting is more fun when you're going with the current and not against it and also i'm dying to see how my new battery holds up <3
BIKE GOOD...i can't wait to get a chance to properly put it thru its paces
oh man i did a really long korok trip that with my old battery i wouldn't have been able to do!!!
there's a BED? up here at the reservoir. i slept in it expecting my bike to despawn but it was still there when i woke up
and a sidequest for helping this zora get stones for mipha's court...good i could use a break lol
NIIIICE zora fabric!!
god the music in mipha court still fucking kills me. it's crazy bc i didn't even LIKE mipha that much in the first game!! like ofc i cared about her, but she wasn't eating holes in my brain. but man...........
CLIMBERS BANDANAAAAAAAAAA AT FUCKING LAST
back in the ancoent zora waterworks for 1. zora greaves quest and 2. Frog. it's still really cool in here...
oh shit the water is gone!!! crazy..............
GOT MY GREAVES!!!
holy shit i just fused a weapon with 104 atk lol i can NEVER use this i have to save it for ganondorf. and a club with 72 atk wtf
well, i broke them immediately. i equipped one for a sneakstrike and i guess i forgot to unequip it so i must've broken them in this fight cuz they're both gone :(
uh...no...their attack got halved...? maybe i had some kind of effect going for me in the waterworks? water attack up or something? but i hadn't had any special food or armor...
OH i see! the zora swords i used for fusion have atk up when wet. it was raining and now it stopped lol. i almost panicked
:| i saved blood moon guy again and he said OH I KNEW YOU'D COME...like.........adn now he is like well i can do my research w/o fear. u always rescue me. buddy one day theyre gonna roast you over their little campfire before my ass gets here. then what. freak
oh damn he gave me a diamond??? ok fine ig
found another high/low tide cave. i like it better than the last one, probably bc this time i'm not trying to steer a shivery purse dog npc thru it on a raft
my rubber tights!!!!!!! FINALLY i can ride and farm farosh like she deserves. mwah
ANOTHER block puzzle i can't get...am i just stupid???
got my lightscale trident! unfortunately i am definitely gonna break it bc i do not have room for it in my house lol
lol sidon's wife says he talks about link constantly. "link is the best" "no task is insurmountable when i am with link" is he like. ok. like man are you happy are you like good? crackpot theory sidon like zelda canonically has a crush but it's up to us the decide if it's requited lol. i seriously tinfoil hat think he's gay. like is this all accidental writing sure but also. good lord
i am not against sidon getting hitched or whatever but this whole thing is so WEIRD...................
THE MAN HAS A STATUE OF THEM. LIKE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE whatever look it's fine. i'm normal. this is so normal. i think this is why i left in a hurry last time actually. weird vibes i get around here. i can't be doing this shit during pride month
happily this is all i have time for today. tomorrow i wanna try doing more story lol the right side of my map is so close to being clear but i need a break!!!
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