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anulithots · 8 months

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hey this is chance and here’s week 4’s prompt. how do strangers within the world view your protagonists? how would they describe them? and how does this contrast against how the protagonist views themself?

Oh, I LOVE this prompt.

TW self-hatred and what can be read as mild su*cidal ideation

Okie so I'm going to use this as an excuse to gush about how amazing people on tumblr are because I wanted to do an Unfiction thing for the "last chapter" of my backstory phase, so I made a tumblr side blog called @imjusthereforenterity and put my OC Anuli on there to see what happens.

For context, Anuli intentionally put faerself in a mycorrhizal system (the pixie archives) thinking that would never come out again. Fae thinks fae is the villian of this story, and would rather not have the protagonists (faer guardian) have to deal with the fact that Anuli the antagonist cannot return any of the love fae has been given. To the contrary, Anuli will ruin any love fae has been given, so it would be better for everyone if fae didn't exist.

This is the closest fae can get to that.

Enter in @holdmyteaplease and @yesireadbooks who are so ridiculously wonderous. Like look at this-

Anuli -

#i'll help you the ways i can#i'm always here if you need anything#rooting for you wasn't to be a pun btw#i genuinely meant it

.... you're nicer than I deserve.

Maybe I'll try again at the..... redemption arc thing.

Erhm, how did you- how did you stop being the antagonist?

And we are in a root system after all... unless I have that wrong, how is that not a pun? It can be both! :3

Yesireadbooks -

I'm not enough to fill how much you deserve. You deserve more love.

That is the thing. I never stopped. I changed who I see as my enemy. That opens yourself up to a lot of people to love to. And the best part about that is, when you are arounda a lot of loved ones, people only see your nice side. Then they love you too.

One thing that helped me is to not blame the person immediately, blame the fault first. That helps a lot.

Maybe we are in a root system, maybe we are. And it could be pun after all! :D

Wholesome overload.

And to me its so amazingly wonderous (all the positive fluffy words) that I worried so much about Anuli not being 'likable' enough because faer 'overdramatic theater kid' energy was currently being pushed to the side due to faer 'self-hatred arc' but everyone is so nice. It means so so much to me that there are beings out there who will speak their wonderous truths to this little fairy.

And to everyone who has said such wonderful things to Anuli, thank you so much, it was not only healing to Anuli, but to me too.

That being said, apologies in advance, Anuli will overcomplicate it and faer mean thoughts are quite stubborn, but I still 100% agree with all of you.

Thank you again for the questions <3

#writeblr #creative writing #unfiction #alternate reality game #oc story #anuli the dryad #take care of yourself #the land of the fallen fairies #dryads #fiction

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theskeletonrests · 3 months

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Thanks for tagging me 😇 @icarusignited

A scent you love: i really enjoy anything lavender scented, that and really as long as its a good smelling candle i probably like it :)

Along with coffee, pastries, pasta, pizza, and my cat honestly lol

Something youre looking forward to this week: uhhh mostly not being sick anymore, seeing the kids i teach, finally being done working night shifts, and possibly getting some new shoes!

Book youre currently reading: Im reading the Horus Heresy series about warhammer 40k, currently on book 3 False Gods :) its pretty good so far!

Game youre currently playing: I JUST started playing a warlock in Baldurs Gate 3 and its fun so far, even though im only level 1 :3 ive also been playing Vampire Survivors!

The most recent movie you watched: I think it was a ghibli movie.... Erhm it was The Wind Rises, and it make me cry a lot :')

A show youve been watching/listening to: Percy Jackson and the Olympians!!! Been loving it so far 🥰

Your favorite season: summer for sure, even though its hot usually i cant stand being bundled up in the winter and i just like wearing minimal clothing, its my most comfortable honestly

Something you learned recently: I learned that when youre trying to gain muscle mass, rougly 1-1.6 grams of protein per pound of bodyweight is ideal :)

Have you had any water lately?: Yes!!!! Lots bc im trying to get better lol

Okay im tagging yall!

@violentwavves @morsmoon @nooo-pressure @xnotnuggetx @xsweetsunflowerx @b-adhab1ts @goodapollo @jetaimebunny

And anyone else that would like to participate :) <3

#ask game #lovely moots 💕#me #text

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obeymeaskme · 3 years

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Obey Me!: Human and Demon Hearts!

A/N: For those who don't know, I have pinned to my profile the list incase you want to read it from the beginning!

Chapter Two: Reaching the bare minimum (1/2)

Word Count: 1,495

Rating: 18+

Another morning had passed as a week had gone by. It was almost a familiar experience to the girls as the human world school. They woke up, ate, and went to RAD which was within walking distance. The small list of struggles was relatively short, as they didn't need to worry about other demons since they each had their own guards. Bella had been the first to ease into her temporary life in Hell. Noelle on the other hand, had struggled more so. Though Noelle seemed to be a strong headed woman at the start, and willing to protect her friend, her behavior was soon to be exposed as a bit... clumsy, and childish.

Noelle had painted targets on her back, even after the warnings from Lucifer about not angering her classmates. One of which, on occasion, was Leviathan. Needless to say the week had dragged on for her. But the promise of a relaxing weekend had given her a spark of hope. She needed the extra study time, so she found herself in the library shortly after catching Satan at the doors. Part of her could feel the constant rage behind Satan's eyes, yet part of her felt almost connected with him. He was careful, and knowledgeable, giving her a hand at finding the correlating books she needed for her classes. Soon enough they were both sitting in a quiet study session, even then something scratched at the back of Satan's mind, he found himself reaching out to Noelle with a very important question.

“I recognize that you've only been at the school for a week, but you don't seem to be settling in very well...”

A verbal gulp could be heard as she looked up at him, shrugging.

“It's fine Satan. I didn't really come here looking for friends. I don't really remember wanting to come here at all to be honest... no offense.”

Noelle felt the smallest bit of comfort that he had taken notice of her struggle, but still felt like she was walking on a minefield. She had seen him get out of control over something as small as losing a bookmark, signifying his lost spot in a mystery novel. Satan widened his eyes in surprise, prodding her further.

“Really? Why just at the beginning of the week you were pestering Levi with questions about the different types of demons, and pointing out every little detail you sought amusing in our art class...”

So he'd noticed her behaviors, which came with no surprise as he was extremely analytical, and observant. Noelle had shaken her head, eyes closed, and remembering how quickly Levi had shut her down, exclaiming that he wasn't a tour guide. A ghostly grimace adorned her face as she locked eyes with Satan.

“Yeah... I was excited. Maybe a bit... too excited. I thought it was kind of cool. It's the kind of scenario a big nerd like me would only dream of being in. But now that I'm actually here, It feels no different from when I was living in the human world...” She gave a pause, Satan taking the opportunity to interrupt her thoughts.

“So you struggled in school too then?”

She nodded at him, then explained her lack of popularity in the human world. Especially with school. She explained that though she knew her grades were important, she couldn't shake the feeling of constant abandonment, and neglect from those closest to her. The desire for parental attention wormed its way into her schooling habits. She only tried hard where receiving praise was easy, and could only seem to take interest in certain classes. She had admitted her regret of not giving it her all. Satan had stayed silent, his hands folded on the table, fully engrossed in her story. She shifted uncomfortably when it finally sank in that he had been staring at her so intensely.

“S-sorry. I didn't mean to complain so much, it's just... Ya' know.”

Satan shook his head, sitting straight up from his hunched over position, and disagreed with her.

“No, I don't know. Even with all the teasing from the other demons, and the lectures I'm sure Lucifer has given you on some of your... more peculiar behaviors, you seem to have something on your mind that lets you still push on past it all. What is it?”

Noelle gave a small amused snort, and replied-

“Bella. She seems so happy down here, ironically enough, and I'd do anything to keep it that way. I know I have the option to just leave whenever I want too, but... Part of me really wants to stay. To try. It's crazy in a way, but this could be a shot in hell-”

The two of them share a quick playful groan and chuckle over her joke before she continues.

“- A shot in hell that lets me try again, ya' know? Make up for what I didn't do. I'd be more crazy if I didn't take this. And so long me and Bella are friends while down here, I don't mind the bullying... Or Levi's erhm- his habit of avoiding me.”

Satan nodded, fully understanding Levi's nature when it comes to 'Normies' as he calls it. The conversation began taking a turn toward academics again, and for that moment Noelle had felt safe. She soon recognized that the Avatar of Wrath had been more than knowledgeable. There was a caring nature under his anger, and the dark skies got darker and night drew near.

The two left the library, and just barely made it to dinner. The open Dinning room was still so impressive. Noelle had been so immersed in her appreciation for the gold work and (hopefully, not but likely fake) skulls that she almost missed the current sitting arrangement.

Usually the brothers would sit by order of age, with Bella and Noelle at the ends, but today was apparently different. Asmodeus, Mammon, Bella, and Belphegor were aligned on the far side of the table. Lucifer had adjusted his chair to the end, and the other side sat Satan, Beelzebub, an empty chair, and Leviathan. Everyone's eyes, excluding a distracted by his Mobile phone Levi, had focused on Noelle as she stood fixated on the empty chair.

Lucifer had already seen the question of 'why?' floating around on her face. So he gave a brief explanation.

“It was recommended to me that Lord Diavolo wanted to see you and Bella have all the opportunity to bond with your Guides. So I gave everyone a new assigned seat for meal time. Feel free to join us if you'd like-” He was quickly cut off from his playful attempt at banter by Noelle's obvious discomfort, and sighed.

“Unless you have other plans for the night?”

Noelle looked at the table, her stomach asking for food, but her mind won her over at the thought of being so close to Leviathan. Usually she wouldn't mind, but earlier that week she had pushed Levi over the edge, and he had spat back at her. It was an argument over an art project. It was a co-op assignment, and Levi had verbally expressed his distaste for being forced as her partner for the project. It was a simple task. Create a piece of work that shows both partner's skills, and favorite art styles. Though Noelle had tried to appease him by making a quick joke about them both liking anime, it was deemed as derogatory by the Envious demon.

She had been expressing her skill levels in the anime, and manga art styles, and was trying to offer her aid. But it only worsened the situation. Levi had retaliated and torn her down as quickly as possible. He made comments about her being too young to ever catch up to him, and how she probably didn't even know a lick about art in general. He pointed out the amount of books she had bought on the subject and told her no amount of studying was going to make her good at it either.

The room spun for her. She had known nothing but art. It was a sore point, and she had shut down, swallowing hard as the following class 'oohed' and 'ahhed' at them. As if she was caught in an actual lie. She had refused to speak to Levi the rest of the day. Levi hardly noticed.

Noelle shook her head from the memory, and ignored the fractures forming in her heart as she nodded at Lucifer. Her sadness gave away slightly, finding a bit of poison in her tone.

“No- I actually have to study up on something for art class. As I was recently told that I apparently don't have that knowledge...”

She had turned on her heels quickly to walk away. The cold remark bringing the memory back up to the surface, along with the tears she had fought.

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hetalia-has-a-secretary · 3 years

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Russia X Secretary: Fear of First time (1/2) (NSFW)

TW: Sexual Themes, and mentions of violence. (handsypandsy is my NSFW tag!)

A/N: This is going to be a short story made into two parts. Both of which are going to be kind of long. (Also if anyone can do a word count on this that would be nice, because I currently have no way of doing that...)

This was a conversation they have had but once. Russia and the secretary for the world meetings had already been together for more than a handful of months. The secretary had expressed previously that she was fully intending to wait for marriage to give away her virginity. Both for religious reasons, and due to some past events that made her subconscious about her body, making her insecure. Russia, dissapointed in her reaction toward his advances, had informed her marriage between a country and human was forbidden. None the less he respected her decision, and stayed by her side regardless.

This had put a small wedge in their relationship. He was frustrated over not being able to physically show her his affection, and grew angry over having another reason that made being a country painfully annoying. The secretary on the other hand was having a bit of a crisis. On one hand she wanted to keep her virginity, but on the other hand, she felt her own Sexual frustration rise. It took only a week for her mind to change on the subject.

They were watching a movie on her couch, but the tension between them made the air heavy, and focusing on the movie impossible. They had tried cuddling, but with every touch and shift Russia grew akward, and impatient. He wanted nothing more but to feel her, and show his ever growing desires. Never in his life had this kind of feeling bloomed before, let alone the fact he accepted someone's rejection of his actions. If they did he'd usually force them to do what he wants anyway. So natural he was going to bring the subject up again, eventually. But lucky for him the Secretary beat him to the question.

"Hey Russia... Can we talk about something?"

"Da? Is something the matter?"

The deep breath she took made him temporarily forget the sensations that had been flaring up and agitating him, and focus on her concern.

"I know that we can't get married... And it has me thinking it doesn't matter if I stay a virgin over it, and I think I need to explain another reason why I said no..."

At this point Russia had already turned towards her, pushing some of her short black hair out from her face as she continued.

"It's not just the religious thing. It's not even how I was treated when I was younger. I'm just scared. I didn't want to do it if we weren't married because I was worried you'd just take what you wanted and just... Leave me."

Russia had to take a second to realize what she had said. His heart partially shattered over the fact she would assume something like that.

"Sunflower, If I wanted to take from you, I could have easily done so already. I understand I am not always pure and sweet, but I do not take from you. You usually give me what I want anyway."

He tried smiling for her, but nothing was able to hide the tone in his voice showcasing his inner pain. The secretary had picked up on it, her body shrinking back, and her throat swelling up from her emotions.

"No, I didn't mean it like that it's just- I don't want to lose you. I didn't want to do it with you, and disappoint you. What if I'm not good enough, what if I'm too disgusting and you decide to leave me anyway..."

He had enough of her attitude towards the subject and got up from the couch, rubbing his face from the pent up emotions. This made the secretary choke on her sadness, and she did all she did to keep her tears from falling.

Turning around to face her, Russia could feel his heart shatter further seeing the glisten in her eyes. He understood, or took her feelings in consideration at the very least, but his inability to communicate his feelings properly left him with only one option. Giving her a slight scare, he had sweeper her up off the cushions bridal style.

"What are you doing?"

"We are going to be making the love. I will not allow you to be feeling like this, So I am proving your feelings wrong."

She felt a layer of blush immediately dust her cheeks, and buried her face into his shoulder. Giving a small whimper of protest, but ultimately giving in. Her heart racing.

"F-fine. But-"

"Nyet! No more denying my advances. No more rejecting me, da?"

"But why would you even bother?"

He had to kick the door open that lead to the downstairs guest room, and tossed her lightly on the bed. Immediately hovering over her.

"You are not this dense, but you currently are acting like you are. I do not understand, or care, why you think I'd care about your insecurities."

He had slightly cringed at the last statement, fully realizing how that translation came across after saying it. But this seemed to get the point across as the secretary had looked away, a small smirk on her face.

"You can't just say something like that you know."

"And you can't keep testing my patience by teasing me."

She tilted her head, not fully understanding what he meant. Prompting him to explain.

"You are very cute. I would be lying if I did not admit too... Erhm- Thinking about this?"

The secretary chuckled at him.

"Do you mean... You have fantasies of me?"

Russia nods almost shyly, lifting his scarf over his nose, looking away in hopes she didn't notice his flustered cheeks. Though his actions made it painfully obvious.

"D-da. The daydreaming started out all cute. But as of lately..."

She had to caress his cheek, forcing him to look back at him as she spoke up.

"I'm sorry... I really didn't know I hurt you when I said no the first time."

"I was not hurt! I did not like being told no because... Well... I can't... Marry you..."

This came to a major surprise to the secretary.

"Wait- You want to marry me? I thought you'd be against that because of Belarus? For a while I was concerned I was being too clingy..."

Russia gave her a small grunt.

"But you are not her! I don't mind the thought of marriage, but with my little sister who has little concern over my feelings... Are you laughing at me?"

She had to cover her mouth, but the small giggles still slipped through.

"Sorry! It's just, Kind of ironic hearing that from you..."

She gently booped his nose as soon as he scrunched his face up in annoyance. Russia fully knowing he can't disagree with her statement. The atmosphere finally turning lighthearted like it use to be.

This didn't distract Russia from being his mischievous self though. Gently he laid his weight on top of the secretary, kissing her, then pulling away as soon as their lips touched. He wasn't expecting the soft look in her eyes, lips still parted from the kiss. He didn't even miss the motion of her swallowing the excess saliva.

Giving a quirked eyebrow he decided to push a little further.

"Does this mean, you have decided to change your mind? I can make the love to you?"

The laugh that she gave him over his slight broken english seemed to rile him up more, especially with the rapid nods she gave him.

Feeling his breath hitch in his throat he dove in for a more passionate kiss. Memories of their first kiss and how sloppy it was flooded his mind, causing him to smile against her.

Soon enough the secretary found her hands in his hair, but had given grunts of disapproval as Russia pinned her hands above her. His tongue tracing her lips, wiggling its way into her mouth. The friction of bumpy tongue against her smoother muscle gained a soft moan from both parties.

Russia pulled back, shifting his weight back to hovering, and asked another question.

"So you really are still a virgin, da? I'm sorry if I get to rough with you. Even more so I am sorry if I go against your will to stop at any point. But the thought of having you squirm against me makes me want to... You know."

She blushed, giving a quick nod. She figured he wasn't going to be able to stop once they started. But the thought of him being rough excited her. She was always being told how cute, and small she was at work. How fragile a human was in a room of strong countries and it irked her. She had to get it off her chest.

"I can take it you know. I'm not a little kid, just because I'm a little childish-"

"I would hope not!"

"Let me finish! It drives me insane that everyone else gets to act like I'm a child! I hate it, it makes me feel guilty. Especially because I don't even feel like a woman half the time. I'm over weight, overwhelming, and according to my family I'm way to clingy... So I wouldn't be upset if you didn't want to do this..."

Russia was about five seconds away from taking her without permission. He didn't want to hurt her, or be forceful like that, but the more reasons she gave for "leaving", and the more excuses She gave that stalled the moment was quite Frankly, driving him insane. He was losing the remainder of his patience.

"You are very cute, and pretty. You're working on losing weight, so let me help. This is like excersize right? I do not think you're childish, you're just fun, and goofy! It is very nice to have someone fool around with me..."

Leaning in closer to the side of her head, he makes sure to whisper and breath directly in her ear. A small little trick he discovered that he knows drives her crazy.

"I think you are very womanly. You might have a chubby belly, but you still have curves. And you're... Breasts... are just the right size for me. You being so affectionate and honest makes it very easy to be with you. You don't do what some woman do and pretend to be fine. I don't just like it about you, I need it from you. If you were not like you, I'd be confused. We already discovered once what happens when you lie to me. I am unsure if choking is a thing you like, but I am very sure the last time my hands were around your neck, it was not a pleasant experience..."

The secretary couldn't hold back her remark.

"No. It did not give me the pleasure smile..."

Russia gave a short chortle, kissing her cheek and pressing their forheads together.

"Then do you want me as well? Can I... I can't be honest about my feelings verbally, not like you. So can I please, one of these times show you how you make me feel? Preferably now?"

Deciding to tease him, she pretended to think about it, laughing at his drawn out groan as he buried his head in the crook on her neck. Surprised by the kisses to her flesh, and the small line up of pleases he begged with. Any anwser was a good one for him.

"Da. We can... Have sex then. But just promise me you'll be by my side by morning..."

She felt him nod against her neck, his kisses turning into soft nibbles, and sucking. He didn't want to waste anymore time, but knew from all the movies he watched with her that the first time was important. And just because he was virgin as well, did not mean he didn't know what to do, or how it might hurt.

He started to chuckle into her chest, already leaving small red marks along her throat. His hands had wormed their way under her shirt. His cold fingertips mixed with the feathery touches made her squirm and shudder.

Her heart leaped into her throat as he reached around her torso, and successfully unclasped her bra. She was in shock at how gentle he was being. She was fighting between enjoying the moment, and flipping him over and try to move things along faster.

"You don't have to be so gently. I said I could take it..."

"Da, I know. But I refuse to hurt you."

"Hurt me? I trust you lovebug~ your my big old Russian teddy bear! You couldn't hurt me even if you tried-"

"Not what I was meaning."

Her face turned beat red as it dawned on her what he meant. Now she was morbidly courious if he was really that big, and her eyes unintentionally drifted to his crotch.

He gave her an unseen smirk, and sat himself on her hips. He carelessly pulled off his shirt, somehow leaving his scarf intact, earning an annoyed face from the secretary. Taking the obvious hint he slowly removed his scarf. The scaring on his neck made her eyes widen, and her heart weight heavy in her chest.

"Wh- Russia..."

He shook his head, not wanting to talk about it. All he could say was:

"You are not the only one uncomfortable with their body..."

He leaned back down, his taller body making it possible to stay seated over her hips, giving him easier access to her lips and face. Hands snagging the hem of her shirt, and doing away with the fabric. Her bra falling away with it as well.

She covered her chest, already red and wet from his earlier barrage of licking and kisses. Yet again he pinned her arms over her head.

"If you continue to hide from me Sunflower, I will tie you up..."

She looked away after his claims, but nodded in understanding anyway.

He gave her more kisses, this time they were soft, and ticklish. He made sure to run his lips over each spot she gave the most giggles too, indulging in her sounds. Soon enough he had the ability to tongue at her nipples, hearing her giggles go to restrained moans. For Russia, any further restraint from her was delt with punishment. He started testing her further as such.

He went from licking, to sucking. And when that bared no vocal fruit from her he bit down on them. Her attempts at arching her back Was held in place by his body. But he got what he wanted. She had given him a rather loud moan, even if it sounded pained she did nothing to protest against his actions.

Giving a courious peak he saw the contorted and scrunched up face she was giving. Her teeth digging into her lips. Another bite, and another painful groan. These pleasant sounds were rewarded with kisses, and sucks to her perked up breasts. Russia was seemingly successful in training her to stop resisting, causing her to finally relax and let go.

-End of Part one-

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thewolfisapartofmysoul · 4 years

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Spoiler alert dearies...

Sad and bullied reader x Dewey Finn fic...

Trigger warnings: weight insecurity, being bullied, scolding, sadness, dark times?

But fluff and comfort promised by our favorite rock-star.

Hope its okay....

Alone together.

"Hey Brandon!! Have you seen 'miss piggy' in her dress yet?! Its hillarious!"

You rushed off towards the first quiet corner you could find. Tears stinging in your eyes. You just had to keep walking. Walk. Walk. Walk. Away. As far as your legs could carry you. Leave the echoing voices on that party. Fast. Breath. Faster pace.

"Hey... look that piggy run, guys!! Whahaha! Where's your tail!!! Hahaha!"

You practically ran away from the laughter behind you and you heared the teasing voices follow you as you stumbled over your own feet. The tears in your eyes blurred your vision and you took a few deep breaths to not cry... not yet. Just keep walking...

They were still watching you. Calling you out. You weren't gonna give them that much credit to let them see your tears too. Words dont hurt. Words dont hurt. Words dont hurt.

You heared a wholf-whistle combined with harsh laughter and slugged words in the distance.

You turned the corner and whipped your head around in fear they were following you. Luckely they were not. Their egos were too big for that. You slumped your head down and your feet suddenly felt heavier then ever. You couldnt hold back the tears anymore.... it was dark. You were alone. Which ment you could cry your heart out, whitout anyone judging you doing so.

You sobbed desperately, feeling sad, unworthy... the voices echoed in your brain as the tears ran freely. Your mother always told you: "You're no size two honey... but people will look past that." Newsflash mom. They don't. They can't. And they won't. You've been struggling with your weight for a long time. Going on runs, your meals were smaller and you didn't do snacks. You even skipped the wodka at the party with your co-workers, liquor never was your thing. But certainly didn't help the pounds too. Unfortunately... drunk minds spoke what sober ones were afraid to say. And your co-workers had been far from sober.

You always knew you were a bit of an outcast. Didn't really fit in at your current job, but not hating it either.

That was untill 4 minutes ago.

On top of it all it started to get cold outside... and you left your jacket when you rushed out of that hell-hole.

The emotions of today started to overwhelm you and you had the urge to sit were your eyes were looking at while crying. The cold street.

I dont deserve any better.... your fogged mind told you.

You sat down on the street and pathetically sobbed into your hands. You just... couldn't take it anymore.

So sick and tired of being alone.

....

Dewey Finn was heading home after a gig. His bandmates loaded the gear into the van and he told them, he was walking home tonight.

Since it was a gig and Dewey had to teach the next morning he skipped the booze. He tried once... but teaching and hangovers were a no go together.

The crisp air blew through his hair and he shivered. It was a cold, windy night tonight. The dark sky full of stars and he could see the moon playing hide and seek behind the clouds.

Walking home always helped Dewey unwind and declutter his mind after a gig. Grounding him a bit after the blissfull chaos of his guitar.

The ears of the musician picked up on a very faint sound on his left. It sounded muffled, high, emotional.... and.... desperate.

Dewey squinted his eyes in the dark and he saw a girl sitting hunched up on the sidewalk. She held her hands before here face and curled up in a ball of dispear. Her sobs and cries muffled. The sound alone made him sad already. It sounded heavy. Pitch black. And desperately alone.

His heart ached for her. It hurted at the sadness of this random stranger.

He frowned and looked around. No one to be seen.

What kind of a shitty dude would i be to walk past this sad soul, so late at night?

Deweys mind didn't knew it yet... but his heart did.

Like the magic of music pulled onto his heart when he strummed his guitar...

His pure, bright heart pulled him towards you as well....

....

You felt pathetic for crying. Ashamed even when there was no-one around to judge you.

You couldnt even let yourself sob freely. Holding back.

You had been holding back since forever. Holding back your true self since... as long as you could remember. You just... wanted to make people happy. To please everyone around you. You came last on that list.

You muffled your crying with your hands. You didn't deserve to cry. You didn't deserve to freely feel. You didn't deserve to connect. With your co-workers... nor anyone.

"I.... am... a pathetic... pig..."

You heared a kind deep voice beside you say in a calming tone: "Hey... youknow... i... happen to like bacon very much."

Your face turned red as a strawberry when your head shot up in absolute shock.

You glanced to your right and met eyes with the stranger that owned the soothing voice. Feeling like you could die of embarrassment on the spot.

Gosh... and of course this fellow had to be ridiculously kind and good looking. He went to sit down next to you.

"Are... you... trying to make me feel better? With a bad pun?" You stuttered between sobs, as your eyes were glued to the tiles again.

The handsome dude with the pretty brown eyes continued: "Well... i dont know... may be the case... is it working gorgeous?"

You flinched at the compliment. Expecting a rude comment to follow up his petname....

You dared to look into his understanding eyes and gentle smile.

... the rude comment you expected to follow didn't came.

There were only his messy locks, attractive scruff and sweet, calming brown eyes. Patiently waiting for your awnser.

.....

Gosh... was she beautifull.... even with her smudges of mascara and puffy red eyes from crying....

Dewey thought to himself when he asked you if his antics were working.

His heart bleeded for you when he saw you flinch at his petname and soft voice.

What the f*ck did people told you, to make you react the way that you did? Those douchebags need a high five... in the face... with a guitar amp... Making such a honest, genuine, bright creature like you cry.

Deweys heart weighed a bit less heavy then before, when he saw your eyes flicker up from the tiles to meet his.

Before he could help himself he flashed you a genuine smile and reached out to touch your knee, brushing his thumb over it in a hopefully soothing manner.

His heart literally skipped a beat when he saw you smile a tiny smile at the hand on your knee.

Gosh... how could anyone hurt this absolute angel?

Her beautiful smile warmed his heart. How did anyone want her to hold that gorgeous smile back?

....

You smiled a bit through your tears when you felt calloused fingers brush on your knee. A sniffle broke the sound of your sobs and the gesture stilled your tears.

"It... erhm... It does... a little... Thankyou..."

Your red eyes found his again and his kind brown eyes told you silently: 'continue'...

"But... uhm... I... don't wanna bother you..."

As soon as you mumbled those words your head flopped down again. Not wanting to annoy this random stranger with your sad presence.

You felt his hand squeeze your knee softly and he spoke: "You're not bothering me... at all... but you're gonna freeze your pretty ass and catch a cold... can't have that."

Your hesitant eyes found his and he swiftly took of his coat to lay it over your cold shoulders.

A single tear escaped your eyes again and you smiled through it. This time it was a happy tear. You muttered a "thanx..." and went to brush it away but he beat you to it.

"Dewey!" He exclaimed after he brushed your tear away, with a smile on his face and extended his hand for you to shake. ".... Dewey Finn is the name. But you can call me anything...."

You chuckled a bit when you shook his hand and Dewey would give anything to hear you laugh again.

You wiped your hand across your nose and sniffled. You glanced into Dewey's eyes again and muttered: "... Hey Dewey... erhm... thankyou..."

Dewey reached out to touch your knee again and brushed his thumb up and down again. A small smile crept up his face when he told you: "...This would be a good time to share your name with me if you'd like that, youknow?"

You laughed a bit and looked at him when you spoke: "...oh... yes!... my name is... Y/n...."

Dewey threw his arm around your shoulder when he pulled you closer. His soft voice found your ears when he said: "Nice to meet you, gorgeous... now... Would you fancy it if i walked you home? You can tell me what happened if you'd like that?"

You smiled at Dewey.

Your gut told you you could trust those kind brown eyes and you nodded your head yes.

Dewey whooped in excitement and jumped off from the sidewalk. He held his hands out for you to take. You couldn't deny those excited puppy-eyes and put your hands in his.

With one swift tug he pulled you on your feet.

...

And made you stumble flush against Dewey....

Luckely you both blushed equally when Deweys stong arms caught you before tumbling down on the street.

The laughter of you both filled the night.

When you walked away with Dewey beside you, you glanced behind at where you were sitting a few seconds ago. Feeling like you left the sadness on the sidewalk, and took the brightness of Dewey Finn with you.

@ironmansuucks @paxenera @heknowshisherbs @hoodoo12 @large-unit @little-miss-shy-goth @thats-specific @vicunaburger @go-commander-kim @stranger-strings @gegehaddock @bugdrinkss

#soft dewey finn #dewey finn imagine #dewey finn #dewey x reader #dewey finn fanfic #dewey finn fanfiction #school of rock the musical #school of rock fanfiction #school of rock #school of rock broadway #school of rock musical #alex brightman #bouncy oddball #sad vibes #but happy #and protective #and he would totally get his guitar amp to hit those drunk-asses in the face after he got you home safe #just saying #myownfic

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im not sure how u feel about this theory but someone said that there is maybe a way for oscar to get the powers from penny ,if he use the staff to crate something to give him the powers or he could make something to stop his soul an ospins be coming 1

…Erhm…you’re right. I am indeed not too sure how I feel about that theory, anon-chan. Like I’m not quite sure how that would work, to be honest. One key limitation of the Staff of Creation, according to Ironwood last season, is that it can only be used for one purpose at a time. Beyond that, I’m unsure of any other limits with the staff.

Personally, I doubt Oscar will have any running with the Staff in the sense of him making the choice to use it on himself. While I understand that Oscar is reluctant to the Merge, I’ve more leaned towards the idea of something happening with Oscar to prevent the Merge from happening via Salem.

Like imagine if…since Creation goes hand in hand with the element of Light (just as Destruction goes with Darkness), Salem comes to the brainiac conclusion to pierce the Staff straight through Oscar’s chest like a spear as a means of permanently removing the God of Light’s power from his body. After all, it is through the God of Light’s power that Ozma was able to reincarnate so could someone essentially end the cycle of reincarnation by removing that power from a Wizard’s body?

Like when I think about that, it makes me think back to that moment in the second season of the Legend of Korra where the Avatar spirit was ripped out of Korra---the current Avatar’s body---by the antagonist and whipped until it ultimately “died”. And upon killing the Avatar spirit, this caused Korra to lose her connection to the past Avatars who all became obsolete after her. So essentially the Avatar Cycle was rebooted with Korra---ending and beginning anew with her as the first (and technically last) Avatar since the franchise seemed to end with her.

With that in mind, I wonder if we’re likely to see something like this mimicked in RWBY with Oscar made to become the last in the cycle. Now I’m envisioning Salem removing the light that the God of Light used to reincarnate Ozma for all those lifetimes and essentially destroying it before Oscar’s eyes. So essentially Oscar is forced to watch Ozpin’s soul removed from his body and then “killed”.

Oscar did say that he didn’t want the Merge to happen and he also didn’t want Oz to come back either. Imagine how tragic it would be for him if Oz was ripped from him in such a cruel way. Even better if we get a moment where Oscar believes Oz to be truly gone only to remember his comment from the second episode.

“…Even if you might have felt like I wasn’t with you, I was never truly gone…” or something to that liking.

And from here, we can get a scene of Oscar tearfully wishing with all his might for Oz to come back to him only to realize that there was still a small part of the ole soul within him and it’s that part that is used to complete the Merge. So that despite the fact that Oscar was the last Wizard, he and Oz were still able to become one finally. Or something like that. Then again, this is only another mere concept.

Not saying this will become canon. Still interesting to think about though. On another hand, in respect to Oscar regaining the Maiden magic, I always dug the thought of Oscar’s semblance allowing him to revoke magic from the maidens without the need to kill them. This would then lead to him taking back Ozma’s magic from the current maidens such as Cinder, Penny and perhaps even Raven at some point; thus restoring him to full magical strength (well almost since he would still need power from the Summer Maiden).

I also dig the idea of Penny Polendina, being part machine, using the power of Staff of Creation to integrate herself with the Relic, essentially turning herself into the Relic of Creation. Technically Penny is an inorganic entity so what’s stopping her from becoming the living embodiment of a Relic with the power of a maiden to boot.

I just dig the idea of Penny fusing herself with the staff and turning herself into a Relic just for the sake of sacrificing herself to Salem in exchange for sparing her kingdom and its people.

I doubt this would actually happen in the canon but again, it’s another idea to think about and just toss on the table of possibilities for the heck of it, y’know.

~LittleMissSquiggles (2020)

#squiggles answers: rwby #oscar pine #rwby salem #penny polendina #rwby theories #rwby volume 8 theories #rwby volume 8 spoilers #Anon-ninja #squiggles answers

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thotsforvillainrights · 4 years

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(awkward pairing timers ) Could you do headcanons for if tabe, Sakaki and s/o were in a polyamrous relationship? (I'm currently in one uwu) Like who's big and little spoon etc.

~Poly with Tabe/Deidoro~

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up

-Deidoro is a total brat and doesn't like having to share you with Tabe at all. Tabe is a big sweetheart and doesn't mind being with you and Deidoro. The two of them fight sometimes like siblings so it's up to you to break the fight up before it gets physical!

-Tabe does more chores around the house with you while Deidoro is the messier one of the the two. Deidoro is always leaving empty cans around the house! You'll have to keep asking him to clean up before you eventually snap and throw out his alcohol. He learns to get his shit together after that

-Tabe stays in more, but Deidoro is willing to go out with you and get wild. The fun date nights outside are with Deidoro, while the comfy indoor dates are with Tabe. It's rare when you can get both of them together, but you manage somehow and you guys settle for going out to eat and then watching a movie together.

-You vent to Tabe more and he's like a plush basically, but Deidoro is terrible to vent to because he offers horrible advice. "Anyway, my coworker is just frustrating is all. Do you think I should report them to the manager and change my work schedule?" You vent to him at the kitchen table. "Erhm, no. I think you outta kill em'." Deidoro shrugs before taking another sip of his beer. "Sakaki, NO!"

-Claims to be big spoon but is actually little spoon: Deidoro

Claims to be little spoon, and is actually little spoon: Tabe

Is either: hopefully you! Somebody gotta be big spoon here!

-Arguments are a bit tough in the relationship since its between three people. Sometimes there's vomiting, other times the issue is being turned on one another. It takes a lot of energy out of you, but making up is always worth it!

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#deidoro #deidoro sakaki #sorimitsu tabe #tabe #bnha tabe #shie hassaikai #eight precepts of death #eightfold cleansers #eight expendables #eight bullets #polyamory

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mittens-220 · 4 years

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Regarding Suzuno’s confession in Volume 19 and Maou’s reaction

This contains Volume 19 spoilers, so please do not read if you don’t want any spoilers. Basically this is about Suzuno’s confession and her feelings towards Maou, and how Chiho and Maou reacted to it.

Contains actual translated text from Volume 19. Only relevant excerpts will be posted.

When Suzuno spoke until 『this feeling』, she made a strange action.

“After the Archbishops complete the Holy Conquest, they will definitely obtain various riches from this world. However, they are unable to obtain any rewards from God. This is to be expected. Because we will defeat God. The 『God』 in the Bible does not exist in Ente Isla at all. However, even if they are unable to obtain anything in return from God, they might not feel any hatred, and only accept reality seriously. Then they will depend on the dream they had before to continue to implement the true principals of the belief……”

“Suzuno, san?”

Suzuno kept her right hand positioned over her own chest.

Her face was blushing.

That face was clearly older than Chiho but gave the impression that the child-like air had not fully dissipated, brimmed with a happiness which was slight and subtle, but was clearly present.

Chiho had an impression of that expression on Suzuno’s face.

No, that expression had not belonged to Suzuno.

Chiho remembered that she had shown a similar expression before.

“Then I realised. I…… definitely love Maou Sadao…… I love Demon King Satan.”

“……”

Even if she heard this sentence clearly, Chiho’s heart still unbelievably stable.

“Feeling crushed under the responsibilities of being an Archbishop and disillusioned at how the ritual was so half-heartedly carried out by other Archbishops, I returned back to Room 202 without notifying anyone. But there I ran into the frail-looking Demon King. I suddenly thought to myself: why am I only focused on continuing forward when I am suffering so much? Laughable, isn’t it? I was already crestfallen as is, realising how fickle the Church’s beliefs were, but there he was: tired to death from making Onigiri for Acies, wanting to sleep early due to work next day, and yet, still worrying whether Acies’ abnormality would affect Alas=Ramus. It seemed that his tired mind could offer no solutions, and he could only shake his head as he just sat there. Seeing that, I was convinced–I returned here because I wished for this 『everyday』 scenery.”

As Suzuno said all of this quickly, her face was filled with happiness.

“The Church is a home which guards faith with love as its foundation. To the current me, my Church, my home, is this apartment. What I love, includes the Demon King and everyone, and everything from my life here…… so…… from the bottom of my heart, I truly envy Chiho-dono.”

“Suzuno-san……”

A teardrop surfaced from Suzuno’s eyes even as she looked happy.

“I really envy Chiho-dono who can simply remain at the side of the person you love simply because you love him……”

“…… Can I, ask you a question?”

“…… Yes.”

Chiho, sounding slightly stiff, but did not harbour any jealously or malicious feelings towards Suzuno, or rather, she asked this in half-convinced tone.

“Did he show an expression as if he thought it was troublesome and after carelessly brushing it off, said he was going to work and ran away? Maou-san, that is.”

“……!”

As expected, Suzuno was so surprised that her eyes widened.

“…… How did you know? I…… already expressed my feelings to the Demon King.”

“Of course I know that. Because I am Suzuno-san’s friend.”

[Skipping some parts]

“I remembered. At that time, I saw Suzuno-san as an enemy. In order to prevent Maou-san from being stolen, I worked hard and learned various dishes from my mother…… but to me, Suzuno was just an unfamiliar adult at that time. It is only now that for the first time…… we have become love rivals.”

“Chiho-dono…… I hope that you won’t misunderstand, I am not thinking of tying the knot with the Demon King at all or grow old together with him. Other people might think of this as a destructive thought process…… I do not harbour any expectations of getting anything in return from the Demon King. But, because I love him, my only hope is that I can become one of the people who is important to the Demon King…… In fact, I plan to take this opportunity to move out from Room 202.”

[Skipping some parts, afterwards is Maou’s reaction to Suzuno’s confession]

“Damn it…… what exactly is wrong with Suzuno?”

Because Suzuno was clearly acting strange since morning, Maou felt that there was a need to properly listen to her.

Until the middle, she was still talking about how disappointed she was with the Archbishops and the Church and briefly reported on the current situation in Ente Isla.

But later on, her voice stammered more and more, and when Maou noticed……

“Ugh.”

He also felt that his behaviour later was really useless.

Humans, no, even the Demon King would be unable to make a calm judgement when they were truly faced with a completely unexpected situation.

The shining gaze, the cheeks with a hint of red and that sentence which came out from those well shaped lips caused Maou, who thought he was going to handle a malfunction, to feel as if his temples had been hit by a hunting rifle.

When he came to his senses, Maou was already on his bicycle and heading towards MgRonalds.

He did not even remember what he did before he left the house.

[Skipping some parts, this is Chiho’s conversation with Maou regarding her confession and Suzuno’s confession]

“Ah, that’s right, Maou-san.”

“Hm?”

Just as Maou finished washing his hands and shook off the water off his hands and took out a warmed up cup from the shelf.

“You need to answer Suzuno-san as soon as possible, alright?”

“…… Ugh! …… Wah! Ah……!!”

After the cup bounced in the air a few times on his hand, Maou barely caught the cup in a position close to the floor.

Then, he raised his head nervously and discovered that Chiho’s gaze that turned extremely cold.

“Y, you heard about everything?”

“I heard. About everything.”

“…… E, erhm.”

“Based on what I heard.”

Maou remained in his kneeling posture when he caught the cup and was unable to stand up.

“I feel like Suzuno-san has a chance as well.”

“Eh, ah, no, what do you mean by possibility.”

“Since you did not reply, it should be like that. I kept waiting because of this as well.”

“Ugh.”

“Whether it’s acceptance or rejection, it should both be doable. Since you did not do either one, this means that Maou-san is still hesitating, right?”

The temperature of the cup in his hand had already decreased to room temperature.

Maou had not even activated the cashier.

Chiho’s gaze caused Maou to freeze, and he was unable to move at all.

“I know it’s not the time to say this right now. Because whether it is this side or that side, there are many matters to handle and worry about. I know this very well. However,”

With a stern tone, Chiho said determinedly,

“You can’t continue running away and being vague forever.”

“W, what do you mean by escaping?”

“Is that so? It feels like things are going to continue dragging on in this vague manner.”

Chiho said harshly.

“In fact, things will only get busier after winning the Battle to Defeat God. At that time, there will be a need to handle many things which cannot be settled in one or two years. Even if we ignore this, based on Suzuno-san’s explanation, using the Holy Conquest as a trigger, the situation afterwards will become much harsher. Once things become like this, when will I be able to receive my reply?”

In the past, because Chiho had considered Maou’s situation, she decided not to push him into giving a reply, but the current situation had changed.

If things continued like this, there will definitely be no conclusion.

Maou would not accept Suzuno’s feelings, but he would not reject them as well, only continuing to run away.

In other words, this was simply because Maou,

“Maou-san is a coward.”

That was it.

Amongst everything Chiho had said to Maou before, this was definitely the harshest and most brunt sentence.

Then, this was also purely the truth.

If Maou could be like Ashiya or Urushihara and show a firm attitude to female humans, they could just find any reason to gently reject the other party.

After all, whether it was the world they live in, their mode of life or anything else, everything was different for both of sides.

He should not be so bad that he could not even do such a thing.

But Maou did not do this.

Whether it was to Chiho, or to Suzuno.

He was puzzled about the warm feelings others directed towards him, and because he did not know what to do, he looked away.

#hataraku maou-sama!#the devil is a part timer #hataraku maou-sama

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reallysaltyobject · 4 years

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Timeless children thoughts

Ok, so I’ve spent about all day trying to form my thoughts on the changes that last nights episode had and now i’m going to try and write them down just to process and, like, see other people’s thoughts (???)

First of all, I love Doctor who. I hate feeling like this. This conflicted feeling. I love Jodie as the Doctor, she is probably my 2nd all time favourite Doctor (David T, Jodie, Tom, in case you were wondering). This season has had some, in my opinion, great episodes. I loved Fugitive of the Judoon, the Tesla episode (featuring my SJA fave Rani), the Mary Shelly episode. Guess what? i EVEN LIKED SOME OF ORPHAN 55 (it fell apart in the end, but Ed Hime can write some great lines (that spam line and the sequence with Ryan getting rid of the virus are personal faves), also that episode was co-written by Chibnall, and the episode seemed to be going in one direction but it felt like there was changes from a certain show runner). Anyway, I have been watching Doctor who since I was 4, I’ve been watching consistently since Ecclestone, through the good and the bad, never missing an episode. And until the finale of season 12, I have never felt so... sad. Not even angry, just sad and let down. I hate this sensation. I need to vent

So, now that the disclaimer is out that I do like Doctor who, even up till now, let’s get into my current trauma

WARNING THIS IS NOT A SHINING REVIEW OF THE LATEST EPISODE. IT IS JUST MY PROCESSING OF WHAT HAPPENED AND HOW UNSURE I FEEL ABOUT ITS CONSEQUENCES FOR THE SHOW

OK, the Doctor is not a TIME LORD. what? ...What?!...WOT!!? Time Lords and Gallifreyans are mutated from her DNA!?

Right let’s back up a but and start from the beginning of my puzzled thoughts. Why did we need last weeks episode? I mean seriously, It was about an hour of going ‘you’re going to learn something, we known something you don’t’ and then it leads to that. I’m just very confused. Also more side characters which I do not remember the names of by the end of the episode, and thus them dying does not affect me in any way. Was it ever explained why the head Cyber man was ‘torturing’ the other Cybermen? I honestly cannot think of why that was there (maybe to make them 100% robotic with no organic material cause of the particle (WHICH I WILL GET TO!) but idk not very clear).

Also the whole Irish flashback thing? I get that was supposed to be a filter but going back and watching the episode when we saw it in episode 9 the doctor was ALSO SEEING IT?! There was no mention of it at all during the episode but she mentions it in the episode ten. What?! (Let’s not mention the odd editing choice at the end of nine where the Master’s entrance is funny and wild and then it’s like dramatic, threatening music? WTF. I’m guessing some lines of dialogue were cut but still it would have been better to end on his first entrance)

Chibnall’s first new and interesting villain is just gone. A Cyberman that still has its human emotion, erhm, would that not make a compelling villain that we could see at least another story out of? No? we just going to shrink this guy in the space of ten minutes? Cool. Cool, cool, cool

Also the death particle? WTF. That was 110% convenient plot device which I can forgive (a little lazy but so not worth getting worked up over), but it somehow went from being able to wipe out organic life from the ‘entire universe’ to just ‘a planet’. What. I’m serious what was the process here? Was it like not done cooking? 10 more minutes left in the Cyberman before it was done? I mean, it can’t be because it shrunk, cause, well, it’s A PARTICLE. It’s can’t get any smaller than that. Oh, are we just going with that? Lazy. Never-mind, much more to cover.

So this was Chib’s let’s make Morbius canon time? You know the thing that was created cause they didn’t know how long the show would last, and was pretty much swept under the rug cause it was a weird idea? Right, ok , sure.

I mean I was actually interested in the Doctor having a cycle of regenerations that she didn’t know about. A cycle. Not seemingly endless lives. Cause that would keep with the canon established, you known, with the whole 11th Doctor getting gifted an entire new cycle which we are two bodies into already on the whole Tenzelore death bed thing. It would explain Ruth!Doctor (not her TARDIS being a police box but I’m sure give any Doctor who fan 20 minutes and a box of crayons and they could come up for a better explanation than what was shown last night).

But let’s get into the worst effect of last night’s show. There are no more stakes. The Doctor can regenerate whenever, not matter how many times, and there are no consequences. Sure, you want the show to live on but as an excellent TV show put it recently: it is death that makes life worth living (seriously go watch The Good Place)

The canon of the show is that Time Lords get the regeneration from looking into the time vortex, hence River getting these powers (being conceived on the TARDIS). Normal Gallifreyans do not have this, they have to earn it through the Academy. This episode said it was genetics (SEE midichlorians and star wars). W H A T.

ALSO DOES THIS MEAN THE DOCTOR AND RIVER SONG ARE LIKE RELATED. i mean if regeneration has come from the Doctor and she can regenerate, is it incest?

The Master did not make any sense in this episode - and for a character who is meant to be psychotic it must be pretty bad for him to seem off. So, the Master is mad cause he is made partly from the Doctor? I mean i know that you don’t go to the Master for coherent plans but still, I don’t really get it. He also spent the entire episode being exposition and that was just, a waste. That is one of my biggest gripes about that era. You hire these great actors and you don’t give them anything to work with. I mean you can see them shine when you do but, you don’t. why?

Also why is the Master acting like he has no compassion? Gomez!master literally betrayed herself after spending like an entire serious feeling guilt with the 12th Doctor. So, how can he say he has no compassion? I mean, if you weren’t a lazy writer, you could write some material about how they feel abandoned by the Doctor when he left her to die on the Cybership and went mad by the time they made it to Gallifrey. Or even that idea they were in an alternative universe and so this Master had not had the development that the Capaldi era worked on, which would explain why there was another Doctor (Ruth) (I know that gets a bit muddled up with Jack being in episode 5 but you could probably think of something, i’m still reeling from the finale to form a plan right now). No, we’re just not doing that.

This endless lives also cheapens the Doctor’s sacrifice before. I mean a lot Matt Smith’s time as the Doctor was spent with this. River giving up her remaining regenerations because of his unwillingness to leave his friends. The Doctor spending all of his last regeneration watching over this town in season 7. Was this just nothing? Is the Doctor just going to sacrifice themselves for everything now?

Also, the idea that the doctor is the Other is so much better! That would be cool, it would give her a past that she does not know of (check one), but it wouldn’t have the potential of ruining the stakes and mystery of the doctor (check two), AND it would make the doctor something above what TL are, make her demi-god, which could make the Master made, in a more logical way, (check three).

right to finish this, I have to say i’m worried. The moves that are being made feel like they are cancelling moves. Like we’re going on another long hiatus. That there is going to be a reboot. It also is giving the BBC potential to make spinoffs of the previous Doctors to likes of Netflix and Amazon, which scares me for the safety of the show. With the ratings going down, and a majority of the fanbase being against the developments in the lore, the sustainability of the show is looking risky. This is an option that i do not want to happen. Unfortunately I think the only option would be to replace Chibs. He is writing the show in a way that is continuing from when he grew up (hence the Morbius thing, and the Master acting in this way) and not from how the show has PROGRESSED since then.

I’m still going to watch the show but I fear that more and more will turn it off. The whole point that they pushed in this era of the show was that new people can watch it, there is no need to have all this previous knowledge yet the only times there has been interesting episodes has been to call backs (Jack, Cybermen, Daleks). This change to something so instrumental to the plot is driving old fans away and confusing the new ones. What you need is someone who is above the show-runners keeping the canon and coherency of the lore, as it know most show-runners change the premise when they start (see Gallifrey gone, alive, gone again)

leave the canon. Look forwards. This Doctor is about being hopeful, they should be looking forward.

I want this show to be good. I want this show to live forever, because it can. Because it should.

#doctor who #thirteenth doctor

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forbetterorworsefinalspace · 5 years

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Bogan

Rating: Teen and Up

Fandom: Final Space

Part: 4

Link- 🌌

Warning- Swear words (C-word)

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While driving to their next planet, Sheryl fills Gary in on their mission, and his family history.

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“Wait, wait, wait! Hold the phone.” Gary said, raising his hands in a halting motion. “Whats a Titan, and how is he supposed to bring dad back to life?”

Sheryl glanced back at him slightly. They had just gotten the Lightfold systems installed and were currently warping their way to Furtasanguinis, sadly without an AI to pilot, Sheryl had to stay and take the ship through the warp herself. Thankfully what would have been lightyears was now just hours, but it was still a long drive with Gary involved.

“I’m not sure what a Titan is Gary.” She admitted freely, looking over the route. “Looks like the devil though, with a big glowing light and a scary mask face. As for how he’s gonna get John back, I don’t really care. So long as he’s back and Ok, I’m happy.”

Gary looked back at the window with a frown, he was riding along in the camper area, sitting on his bed. He had taped up some of the posters from his room, most of them about bugs or space. And some stickers cluttered around the window. Frankly Sheryl didn’t give a damn, the area was his to do with as he wished, though her own side of the camper was blank.

“What if we don’t get him back right?”

Sheryl tried to ignore the ‘we’ in that sentence but did glance to him again. “What do you mean right?”

“Well… The news said his ship blew up.” Gary mumbled, scratching at the tape label on his bug jar. “What if we just get back pieces?”

“Then I’ll just have to show that Titan that I won’t take scraps!” Sheryl said coldly. “I’ll hunt him down and have a word with him. We’ll see who gets pieces back.” She scowled.

“What would you say to him?”

“Likely say ‘WHAT?! You think your better than me yah cunt?!” Sheryl shook her fist slightly, getting angry at even the thought of being screwed over.

Again.

“You can’t call him that! I mean you said he looked like a devil! What if he is a devil?! You can’t say that to the devil!!” Gary panicked, bouncing on his bed.

“Say what?”

“C- ah that word!”

“What? Cunt?” Sheryl looked over her shoulder at him. “Whats wrong with that?”

“I-... i dunno, but dad said it was bad.” Gary blushed. “I called my teacher that once and he washed my mouth out with soap and made me write her an apology…” He glared when Sheryl threw her head back and laughed. “I didn’t know it was bad! I heard it on a movie!”

“Ooh, ohhh… I suppose it is, in the states.” Sheryl chuckled, wiping her eye. “But back in Auzzie, you’d call all your closest mates that! I mean, context is important, my tone back there was combative, but I say that word all the time.”

Gary stared at the back of her head. “Where's Auzzie?”

“Wheres-” Sheryl blinked in shock. “Thats Australia! Didn’t you dad tell you I’m from Australia?!”

“No.”

“Oh John, John, Johnny Long Johns…” Sheryl bemoaned, shaking her head. “Well, since we’re on the subject, your half Australian. That's the place with the kangaroos.”

“The animal on Dunkaroos?”

“Ugh, sure?” Sheryl frowned. “Anyway, you come from a very long line of Bogan people-”

“Oh! Are Bogans like a super cool tribe!” Gary asked, excitedly. “That would have been so neat for my family report!”

“Well…” Sheryl squinted. “They’re a people of Australia Gary. It's a kinda fancy word for a ‘redneck’.”

“Whats that?”

“Oh Rednecks and Bogans are a proud people Gary!” Sheryl began grandly. “Best known for living in the butt-fuck middle of no where, in houses made of weatherboard or brick-veneer. They can also be identified by an early model Ford or Holden sittin’ in the driveway. They often wear flannie, have mullets and yell about footy match outcomes. They swear like sailors, smoke like chimneys and drink like a fish. You can also tell a Bogan by their tattoos. Usually the flag of their home country.”

“That… doesn't sound good.”

“Hey, it's your heritage.” Sheryl tutted him. “Don’t you ever wonder where all that ‘I do what I want’ mentality comes from?”

“Oh, I guess not.” Gary cocked his head. “What else do I get from you?”

“I’m willing to bet temper..” She gripped her handlebars tighter and looked to her feet. “Anything good in you, you likely got from your father.”

“...” Gary’s eyes darted in the moment of silence.

After a few seconds Sheryl seemed to come out of it. “Erhm. Well, yeah, there you go. Your half Aussie Bogan.”

“What's the other half?”

“Rich American.” Sheyrl said.

Gary gave her a dry look.

“What?! Its true! Your dad was born into money! You think he got to be an Infinity Guard High Ranking Official by slumming it? Your grandparents are loaded, and their parents are loaded. You know your grandpa on your dad’s side, invented a way to make Lightfold engines work twice as fast. That a big part of his college fund right there!”

“ I never met them. They died when I was little.” Gary admitted.

“Oh! Oh right! John’s parents had him late. Then he had you late.” She said. “Well, just so you know, your dad’s mum never liked me. Loved you to bits when she first saw you however…” Sheryl frowned. “Everybody just loves you right off the bat.”

“Even before I was born?” Gary asked.

“I think they liked you better once the umbilical cord was cut.” Sheryl said with a huff. “Their dead now though, all of them.” She gave a small smile.

Gary sat back and cuddled closer to his bug jar. “Yeah… their dead…” He looked out the window before sniffling a little. “Mom?”

“Eh?”

“D-do you think it hurt when dad died?” Gary asked softly.

“Gary…”

“What if he didn’t die right away? What if he was floating? All alone? Scared?”

“Gary, don’t think like that.” Sheryl sighed. “You’ll just drive yourself insane.”

She knew from experience.

“I know, I just can’t stop.” Gary hiccuped a bit, biting his lip.

“Look just-” She darted her eyes around the cabin. “Read a book or something. We’ll be at Furtasanguinis in a few minutes.”

Gary didn’t move but whispered out an “Ok…”

Sheryl took a deep breath. She was no good with emotions.

This is a mistake.

This is a Mistake.

THIS IS A MISTAKE.

The ship suddenly beeped, and the red planet Furtasanguinis appeared before them as they came out of the Light Fold.

Thank god. She wasn’t sure how much more of this drive she could take...

#Final Space #gary goodspeed #sheryl goodspeed #Talks about Death #bad parenting #Mentions past family issues

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annoyedfanfiction · 6 years

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boat?

robin x reader part 9

warnings: spoilers (?), violence

"My Lord." The manor door swung open, and a suspicious figure peered out.

"Good evening." The sun was setting behind them, and it was difficult to see their silhouetted figures, and it wasn't until they stepped into his entrance hall that he could see two young women, clad in scarlet riding pants. "I was not expecting guests."

"Tell me, Sir, does the name Vaisey mean anything to you?" Thea asked, calmly, sweeping her hood from her head.

"Yes, he visited once," the man replied, "Sorry, what is this about?"

"The Black Knights," Djaq said, "What do you know?"

"Nothing that I do not have to," he told them, "Or I would be dead. If you want to find anything out about them, I recommend you speak to the Sheriff."

"We already know all about them," Thea answered, pulling a letter from her cloak, flashing the royal seal, "We just need to know whether you are one of them."

"I have no reason to be. I am old, and my son is fighting for the King," he shrugged, nonchalantly, "I'm only here because I haven't given the Sheriff an excuse to have me killed."

"Perfect." Thea scribbled his name onto the page, and handed Djaq the letter. "You, sir, will be the new Sheriff."

"Ambassadors of the crown." The phrase was beginning to weigh on her tongue, but every gate rolled open in response to it.

"Lady Thea of Caerleon, and, erhm, m'Lady." The Sheriff had come to greet them, this time. "We received word from London to expect you. A letter for you." The writing was unmistakably Robin's, and even as her fingers itched to open it, she handed it to Djaq, in exchange for the letter of dismissal.

"Thank you, my Lord Sheriff," Thea said, with a smile, "Royal orders." She gestured at the second ring on his finger. "The King is in England again." His facade faltered, and he tore the letter open, eyes scanning it, urgently.

"Will you be staying?" he asked, absently, once he had tucked it away, his face pale.

"Only to officiate the new Sheriff," Djaq said, coldly, Robin's letter wavering in her hands. "We need to ride back tonight, I am afraid, as a matter of urgency."

"Of course, I shall summon the new Lord Sheriff."

Questions itched on Thea's tongue and mind for the next hours, even as she signed the new Sheriff in, and mounted her newly-rested horse again.

"Thank you for your hospitality, my Lords." She and Djaq smiled their matching, diplomatic smiles. "Farewell." It took all of her restraint not to set them off at a gallop out of hearing range, and the canter quickly grew in pace until they had left the castle behind them.

"Nothing's wrong," Djaq soothed, breaking the tense silence, "A messenger was sent to give Robin news of the King's return. He lands at Portsmouth in two days time."

"They are too strong, still," she panicked, kicking her horse into a gallop. "We must meet him at the port, or we may lose everything we have built."

"I am sure the others have thought of that!" Djaq shouted, over the rushing wind.

"Yes, but five of them are no match for a nationwide mercenary army!" Thea replied.

"But seven of us are?" But of course, the rush was not to win the fight, but to lose it together.

"Robin! Boat!" Allan's voice floated across the beach towards them, as he pointed to the tiny vessel.

"You're a very good lookout, Allan," Djaq shouted back, laughing. "Now all of you hurry up and get on!"

"Why are we on a boat?" Allan asked, as they pushed off from the shore, "The King's comin' to us this time."

"The King's also coming to them," Thea replied, gesturing to the crowded beaches. "Seven of us can't fight an entire army of mercenaries."

"Good lord," Allan stared back at the beaches, horrified. "So what's the plan?"

"Delay him until nightfall," Robin and Thea said, simultaneously. "Then sneak him ashore." Thea grinned, pausing her rowing to plant a soft kiss on Robin's cheek.

"So, who's in charge in Nottingham currently?" Djaq asked, as Will and John pushed the two of them out of the way and set up a new shift of rowers.

"Lord Agravaine," Will shrugged back, heaving on the oars.

"Ship ahoy," Allan pointed out, waving his arm in the direction of the huge royal vessel shooting towards them.

"I expected many things from this journey," Carter told them, amusedly. "Attacks that never came. But I did not expect to fish the seven of you aboard when we're only just out of sight of the shore."

"I didn't expect much from your return," Thea replied, "But I did hope that you'd have the sense to be subtle enough about it that the Black Knights didn't find out. I told them you were already back, and now you have jeopardised my position with Prince John."

"You told him I was already back?" Richard repeated, approaching from the back of the ship, leisurely.

"Yes, it meant we could remove the Black Knights from powers, because they were all busy scurrying from the shadow of a King who was still a thousand miles away." He smiled a little, almost chuckling.

"So what is the plan now?" he asked, opening his hands. "I assume you didn't row all the way out here without one."

"Land at Ramsgate," Robin said, thoughtfully, "It's shorter than landing near here and travelling to Nottingham over land. We can be at Ramsgate by nightfall, and in Nottingham a few hours after. You can rest there before you go to London."

"Nottingham cannot be safe," Carter said, confusedly, "You're not suggesting we all sleep in the forest, are you?"

"Ah, Carter," Allan grinned, clapping him on the back, "May I introduce, Lord of Loxley, Earl of Huntingdon, and Sheriff of Nottingham, Robin Hood!" Carter and Richard stared at him, blankly.

"And what happened to "if Vaisey dies, Nottingham burns"?" Carter asked, flatly.

"Apparently, Prince John is more than happy to listen to his childhood friends," Thea said, sweetly, a devilish smile haunting her lips, "Especially when they carry the seal of his closest conspirator." Richard shook his head, covering his eyes.

"That won't happen again now that he knows you lied to him," he pointed out, gravely.

"Ah, but see, your arrival at Nottingham does not prove that you were not already in the country," she smiled, green eyes dancing, "Robin Hood has been your strongest supporter, and Prince John's biggest thorn in the side, ever since he came back from serving in the Holy Land. Of course you would go to him first, once you thought, at last, that it might be safe to emerge." Her grin widened as Richard sighed, and she danced over to him, a gentle punch finding its way to his shoulder, and cracking him into the resisted laugh.

"We'll need the horses at Ramsgate," John pointed out, after a while, as the ship altered its course. Eyes snapped back to him, thoughtfully, before Thea stood up and clapped him on the back.

"Then lets go," she grinned, picking up her oar again. "We'll see all of you tonight." Then she and John dropped back onto the tiny fishing boat.

#robin hood #robin x reader #bbc robin hood #robin hood x reader #richard lionheart #king richard

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bluemedallion · 2 years

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Tag game thingy

I didn't get tagged but erhm I just wanted to talk about myself! So I am 😊😋

Favorite color: I dunno!!! Sjdsh last I checked it was yellow but that was a while ago! Uhhhm deciding now new fav color instantly for today: green erameerald

Last song: Monsieur Periné by Nuestra Canción

Currently reading: literally just fanfiction jsdhshd. I haven't picked up a real book in so long😖 I'm trying to pick up good omens by Neil gaiman and Terry Pratchett before the new season comes out sooo that's that

Last movie: I am watching tick tick boom as we speak! Its good so far :)

Sweet, savory or spicy: savory instantly without a thought no hesitation all the way yes

Craving: ok but I'm actually craving smth sweet rn. I want like chocolate or cupcakes rn I want smth so sweet mmmm

Currently working on: more wips than I can count! But today I worked on my new modern au for beatles fic which I'm into now so fun! Hopefully can finish that soon it's going very well

Tag game dictates if you want to do this you do! That's what I did and is now your decision to make 😌 adieu

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argonianaccount · 6 years

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Solid.

Was it fair? Of course not, nothing in this godforsaken city state was ever fair. Fair is a concept completely alien to the inner workings of this place. Kurist knows that, he lives an unfair life everyday, uses this unfair world to his advantage. So why, oh why, does it bother him to not be fair to Him?

Kalon doesn’t expect life to be fair, Kurist knows that but he can’t help but feel the egging sense of disappointment any time he has to be unfair too. Unfair with his time, with his affections. With his presence.

Emerald eyes passed over the park’s footpaths, the bare sidewalks deserted save for a handful of people. One of those people walked up to the bench he was sitting at and set down their briefcase, kneeling down to tie their shoe. “Lovely evening for a stroll, Its just delightfully warm out. Enjoying the fresh air?” As if the handoff wasn’t a tip enough, this loon was insisting on using the signal words they’d messaged about. Zentrites love their espionage dramas, don’t they?

“Of course, such a rarity for this time of year. And the peacekeepers haven’t even asked for my ID, I’d say its racking up to be a wonderful trip.” Sarcasm cut into his voice for just a moment, though his smirk never faltered. Kurist adjusted his his place on the bench for a moment, what seemed to most was just getting comfortable was just enough movement to push that case under the bench.

The agent stood with a barely concealed huff. “Well, give my thanks to any peacekeepers that do. They erhm.. They…”

“Keep the peace?”

“Exactly!” With a click of their heels they set off, a barely audible gripe about not playing along passing to no one.

He was smart enough not to check the contents of the case in the open park, two police in civilian clothes hanging around some nearby trees stuck out like sore thumbs. Zentrite officers never knew how to properly blend in. Not like Kurist did. He’d make a wonderful spy, if it payed even half as well as burglary, smuggling or really any crime you could pull off solo.

The case would stay unopened, even as he slid into the familiar confines of that Del home he was used to. Kalon was out, he knew he was. He’d purposefully concealed his return from anyone who might tip the tree off. Kurist had squirreled away some surprises before he left and while Kalon might mill around enough to find where his sister hides presents, he’d never find anything squirreled away by a professional thief. A few removed wall panels later and Kurist would set to work.

___ ___ ___ ___

The lights were on. He is back. Kalon didn’t even try his key, knowing the man inside was waiting for him. While moving relatively quietly for a man of his size, something came into view. A large briefcase sat on the table open and empty. Jars sat next to it, containers of spices. Probably. They weren’t labeled. Eyes flitted over to the other. He smiles. A flash of white teeth, some crooked but they were perfect. Imperfectly perfect. They were his.

“I’d tell you not to stare but then you’d stop.” He laughs, Kurist’s laugh is so different. Rough, but it doesn’t bark. Its loud, musical. He loves it.

“You’re here.” Home. But he wouldn’t say it.

“I’m home.” His correction was upbeat. Kalon’s heart fluttered for it. “And you’re late, I was about to come hunt you down.” He moves, Kalon meets him. A kiss. Longing, months of it, met with equal passion from the shorter. He melts. The other, thought shorter, holds him close. And breaks far too soon.

“Welcome..” Back. The other gives several pecks more, but ultimately pulls away. Moving to the table, he puts the spices(?) back into the case. Its shiny. “A trip to Zentra?”

“I told you that’s where I was. Don’t pretend I don’t call.” A sly eyeing as he cleared the table. A dinner? But he didn’t need to, there was food. The fridge has food in it. “Didn’t…” Kalon moved to the counter to help, stirring whatever was in the pot before Kurist moved forward to chase him away.

“Sit, sit. Over there, on a chair before I make you sit in my lap.” A kiss, passionate, apologetic? Sombre. Why? “I took the initiative to cook for a reason, you’re not gonna sweep away all my work by jumping in are you?” That smirk, his eyes sparkle like jewels. They fit him. Emerald gaze challenging Kalon to protest.

He sits. His eyes don’t relent. “Course not..” They slide off of him, Kurist returning to his task. His clothes fit so tight, the other always making a point to show off his muscles. A tee clings to his chest as he plates their food. Kalon thinks of nothing else until the chest is inches from him, the other setting plates down. “What?..”

“Jambalaya. Found an old recipe a while back, wanted to try it out on you.” Confident smile. Lopsided. Perfectly imperfect. He’s so beautiful. “Had to get some rare spices from the bigwigs a district up and since i was already gone a month, figured it’d be a good apology.”

“Don’t have to apologize… Nothin’ for..” Brown eyes drift away. A hand on his brings them back.

“I do. I have to apologize everytime I’m gone.” Emeralds meat honey, his voice sounds different. Bare. Sincere.

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“Everytime I’m not here you don’t get to stare at me like you’ve never seen someone so handsome.” He laughs, pulling away from this moment he’d just opened up. Kurist would love to be more… What’s the word… Vulnerable. But he can’t currently. At least not for more than a bit at a time.

“A crime...” The slight smile told him all he needed to know. He hardly cooked as often as Kalon did, true, but Kurist still took pride in his culinary deeds. Not unusual considering he took pride in just about everything he did. The larger one would eat quickly, uncharacteristically so. That only served to fuel Kurist’s ego that much more.

He set a small box on the table, only a few inches long. When Kalon opened it he’d pull out a small knife, basic but still beautifully crafted. Solid and strong. “A carving knife, for your whittling. So you can stop using that crappy little folder I gave you a few years ago.”

“Like that one..”

“I know, but its falling apart. I’ve seen that thing break and cut you waaaay too many times. Sometimes you have to let unstable things go for something more… solid.” Apprehension curled at the back of his throat, those brown eyes, dollops of raw honey, looking so scared at the sound of it. Why did he have to such a good listener.

“...Its a good one, though..” His head still bowed, always bowed, Kalon’s eyes searched his boyfriend’s face for something. Kurist wouldn’t guess as to what. He simply gave him that smile, lopsided and award winning. He could walk into a bank with that smile.

“Don’t look so scared ya big tree, you don’t have to use the new one if you don’t want to. Cost me hand and a half though, so I’m not taking it back.” He stood, hand pressing to Kalon’s chest for a moment as his head nodded to the stairs. His voice was soft, low. Unusual for the criminal. “Lets go take a bath. I need to relax after that trip and Nothin’s more relaxing than soaking in some hot water with your quiet ass.”

Those honied eyes go wide, a blush he could never hide from Kurist floating across his face, staining that tanned skin beat red. “.. I can. Run the water…”

“...Oookay, but will you? I’m gonna set these dishes on to soak.” As the taller of the two hurried off, Kurist cleaned, first tucking away their leftovers, then hurrying to set the dishes in abit of water. Finally he grabbed his jacket from the spot he’d abandoned it before, pulling a much smalled box out of it. Two inces wide at most, and only containing one thing. He stowed it away in another removed panel, humming to himself. “..Solid. That’s a good word for it.”

#Kurist #Kalon #Neotecity #Kalon and the setting both belong to #keycchan #Kalist #Gay boys #look at em

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