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britishchick09 · 3 years

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my little pony: a new generation livewatch

what’s even better than livewatches being back after 2 months? mlp g5 being here!!! i haven’t watched g4 since the midway point of season 6, but i’ve kept up with all the pony news on equestria daily. at first i wasn’t too excited about g5, but since more clips and info have come out, i’m pumped to get the party started! :D

the orchestra is beautiful! very disney :D

IZZY BALL!!!! :D

HOLY FRICK TWI??????? :O

YAAAAAS!!!!! :D

i bet this is the show sunny watched as a foal! :D

twilight: “we’re the guardians of friendship! with the power of our friendship we will...” pinkie: “spread love!” flutters: “give hugs :)” rarity: “FRY BRAINS!” this is so sailor mo- WAIT WHAT DID RARES SAY????

did this just turn into a pony.mov video? or propaganda?

aww they’re playing!! :D

i didn’t expect sprout to be here!

OMG HITCH DEFEND SUNNY GEEZ

sprout wants to play pegasus bbq WUT

sprout kicked the rainbow dash doll RUDE

phyllis: ”you’re brainwashing their minds!” argyle: “it’s called research, phillys. and by the way, i leave all the brainwashing to you!” OHHHH NOT YET DEAD DAD JUST ROASTED HER!!!! :D

sprout wants to ‘keep everypony in line’ when he’s sheriff BOI

aww sunny wants her dad to see the unicorns and pegasi with her! :’)

OMG THIS IS SO CUTE!!!!!! :D

not even 5 minutes in and there’s feels!

twilight is ‘as bright as the sun’! :D

besties! :D

SUNNY SAID ‘PEGASUSES’ AWWWW!!!!!! :D

beautiful! :D

argyle: “one day, we’ll figure it out... together :)” OMG FEELS :’(

OMG THEY SAID ‘HOOF TO HEART’!!!! :’(

argyle: “good night, my little pony :)” roll credits! :D

sunny to her mane 6 toys: “good night, friends.” OMG!!!! :’)

things have changed around here! :o

sunny’s hair is like anna’s bed head! :D

argyle’s death is sadder than most disney parent deaths and it’s just implied! :(

awww sunny said ‘wish me luck!’ to her dad’s photo! :)

ooh she’s a skater! :D

and this song is pretty cool! :D

sprout’s still alive :/

GEEZ HE JUST STOLE SOMEPONY’S DRINK!!! >:(

izzy? :o

;)

yay! :D

OMG THAT LONG NOTE THO!!!! :o

hey it’s hitch! :D

he’s sheriff! :D

aww he’s a critter magnet! :D

hitch: “give me some space.” the critters: *move half an inch* lol! :D

aww sunny and him have a hoofshake! :D

oh sprout’s a deputy :/

sunny tries to sneak into a show every year! :o

;)

canterlogic guy: “got any questions?” random pony: “where are the smoothies?” guy: “can’t answer that one.” lol! :D

it’s the show with propaganda devices! :o

rip balloon guy :/

hitch: “yikes, that’ll be a lot of paperwork.” omg lol!

THIS ISN’T YOUR DAY SUNNY

sunny: “let’s lend a hoof-“ *machine locks her in* “...that’s not what i meant.” lol :D

sunny trying to speak her mind while being trapped in a device tho!

DID SUNNY JUST SAY ‘EAT MY AAAAAAASS?’ :O

phyllis: “how do you think we should solve this? with hugs and cupcakes?” crowd: *laughs* pinkie pie’s about to go into a rage with that one...

omg sunny broke too many laws to count! :o

yeah sunny’s right hitch could be a good pony influence! :D

hitch: “all that unity stuff was just a foal’s bedtime story made up by your dad.” and a best selling tv show for foals in our world! :)

aww poor sunny! :’(

sunny: “...i wish you were here dad.” SAME :(

omg running ponies! :o

IZZYY!!!!! :D

izzy: “is everypony playing hide and seek? i see you!” aww! :D

hitch: “your kid is safe now ma’am!” pony: “...this isn’t my kid!” lol! :D

izzy’s never seen the sea! :D

sunny: “earth ponies hate unicorns!” izzy: “really? that seems a bit harsh!” yeah it does!

aww izzy’s skipping! :D

oh no she was captured in a box! :o

SHE PRESSED THE RED BUTTON! :o

izzy: “bye! it was nice to meet you all!” aww :D

hitch: “to the lighthouse!” sprout: *locks himself in the box* “oh no, i appear to be trapped!” hitch: “you’ve got to be kidding me.” lol :D

a smol bean! :D

aww sunny’s fangirling! :D

she has so many questions! :D

izzy’s a great balancer! :D

hitch: “you’re completely surrounded!” *he and sprout are the only ponies there* lol! :D

izzy: *sniff sniff sniiiiiiff* sunny: “what are you doing..?” izzy: “you don’t smell!” sunny: “thanks! ...wait what?” lol! :D

izzy’s so cute!!! :D

ooh izzy and sunny have a song! :D

besties! :D

this sounds so 80s! :D

pretty scenery! :D (and balloon guy in the background!)

aww!!! :D

don’t arrest sunny, hitch!

sprout has pizza! :o

unimpressed :/

THAT SMIRK THO

hitch wants sprout to ‘keep the peace’ while he’s gone... hans much?

HITCH HAS ABS AND A PAID OFF MORTGAGE???

phyllis called sprout ‘sugarcube’! :o

sprout a literally foal child :/

omg sunny and izzy are in trouble! :o

and they’re in az! :o

zipp fab af! :D

wait how is she flying without magic?

she sounds kind of like rainbow dash! :o

zipp: “don’t tell them you saw me.” izzy: “there’s no way we couuuld we don’t even know your naaaame!” lol! :D

cuties! :D

so many moods! :D

the guard collects sneakers?

:D :D

check out the sony, cbs and t-mobile parodies! :D

ooh a royal celebration! :o

news host: “an excursive vid from pipp!” a news anchor saying ‘VID’???

look at those emojis! :o

aww izzy saying pipp’s slogan! :D

the queen’s...

a fluff ball???

there’s FAB, FAB AF and... fab phone addict!

cutie pipp! :D

aww cutie izzy! :D

zipp’s like ‘no no!’ and izzy just wipes her smile away lol :D

queen haven sounds like rarity!

queen haven: “nopony must know they’re here!” pipp: *INSTANTLY LIVESTREAMS IT* BOI

the guard took sunny’s book! :o

sprout calls his mom ‘mommy’... :/

sprout: *flings open the door* citizens! *door close* “AHHH!!!” lol! :D

somepony: “we want a real sheriff!” same!

ew sprout has a song :/

WITH HEAVY METAL YO

and NAZI IMAGERY WTF

BE PREPAAAAARED!!!!!!

PIPP PERFUME AD???

wowza! :o

and it’s playing on a big tv in the jail room! 101 much??

more like room 202 wowza! :o

zipp is here! :D

sunny: “i’m sunny!” izzy: “and i’m izzy moooonbooow!” lol! :D

the unicorns losing their magic ‘changes things’! :o

zipp has the journal! :D

their smiles though! :D

aww it was sunny’s dad’s journal! :/

zipp recognizes the star! :o

here comes pipp!

pipp’s here ‘for the content’ BOI

only royals can fly? zipp doesn’t seem so sure about that...

yay zipp unlocked them! :D

eyyy! ;D

aww hitch is beloved! :D

hitch is such a detective! :D

cutie bunnies!!!!! :D

BELOVED!!!! :D

hitch LOOK BEHIND YOU AT THE AWESOME MUGS!!!!

hitch: *smirk* “gotcha ;)”

zipp: “watch your step!” sunny and izzy: *fall* lol! :D

zipp found maritime bay and bridlewood maps! :o

wonderbolts! :o

zipp’s been faking flying? :o

WIRES AND LIGHTING???

wheee!!!! :D

she’s so happy! :)

omg twilight! :o

sunny: “oh my stars!” oms! :o

there are crystals!

beautiful lighting! :D

izzy: “we’ve gotten, like, a bazillion crystals in bridlewood!” wowza! :o

queen haven sings her own version of the mlp theme in the shower! :o

zipp is a spy at a pasta store! :o

press: “princess zipp! are you wearing-“ she’s not wearing anything tho...

press 2: “where’s the bathroom?” lol! :D

ooh a crown swap! :o

zipp: “swapping the crown will be easy breezie!” breezies! :o

zipp is gonna be queen since she’s older!

lies = safety in modern equestria... :/

pipp sounds like a modern pop star!

oh no the doggie suspects something! :o

OMG HITCH! :o

pipp’s song sounds like a blackpink song now! :o

aww hitch is wiggling! :D

oh no the power flickered out! :o

i think pipp was lip syncing since her voice cut out a bit!

lol hitch is singing! :D

oh no the wires have been exposed! :o

save her zipp! zipp: *doesn’t save her sis* ...oh :/

izzy: ‘her mom is the queen!” hitch to zipp: “you’re a princess?” zipp: “oh so the sheriff just became a detective.” lol :D (and how does she know he’s a sheriff?)

QUEEN HAVEN’T BEEN ARRESTED FOR BEING A PHONY PONY BALONEY!!! :o

and they lost the crown? NOOO-

oh thanks pissed off pipp! :D

oh no the princesses are gonna be arrested! :o

pipp’s voice crack is so cute! :D

the mane 5 is here!!! :D

hitch: “but i’m a sheriiiiff!” but you’re a mr. whiny pants!

construction isn’t going well in maritime bay...

OMG SPROUT SOUNDS LIKE DARTH VADER WHYYY

oh he’s just sipping a soda :/

phyllis: “oh dear. somepony’s getting a big head.” yeah you think?

zipp and pipp aren’t going through a good time right now but at least the scenery is beautiful! :D

hitch lost his badge! :o

izzy: “if you ask me, that badge was creating an unhealthy power dynamic! *sings guitar music*” lol :D

omg! :o

sunny: “once we find the crystal, you’ll get your magic back, you’ll have your fans and you’ll put me in custody!” lol :D

izzy knocked down a tree and saved the day! :D

it’s him! :D

zipp: “need some backup, sherrif?” hitch: “i’ve got it!” *barely makes a spark with some twigs* lol :D

cuties! :D

zipp called hitch ‘dude’! :D

aww izzy doesn’t want to leave her friends :(

OMG IZZY FOUND SUNNY’S MESSAGE!!!! :D

aww ‘hoof to heart’ :’)

hitch wants to do his part! :D

hitch: “the unicorn forest sounds pretty magical!” the forest: “is dark and scary* lol!

izzy’s house is stunning! :D

aww she calls it ‘la villa izzy’! :D

what a cool house! :D

the music machine plays the mlp theme!! :D

woah! :o

pipp: “i so wish i had livestreamed that!” sigh... :/

izzy’s song!!! :D

cutie!! :D

this song is so catchy! :D

smiley gals!!!! :D

lol! :D

hitch tho! :D

izzy rap!! :D

epic! B)

‘if we fail we’ll go to prison’ is really a line in the song lol! :D

the scenery! :D

izzy: “crystals! crystals! cryyystals!” lol! :D

people are depressed af around here! :o

british foal: “yoooou said a bad word! bing bong bing bong!” lol how random! :D

why is mayo a bad word tho?

they’re doing to a crystal dealer!

rubik’s cube! :o (it was also on the sheriff’s desk in maritime bay!)

and that pony is named alphabittle!

alphabittle: “deep talk for a little pony.” sunny: “you’ll find i’m average height,” lol! :D

omg he wants a dance off! :o

pipp: “feel the rhythm take you over! you feeling it?” sunny: “i’m feeling it!” DO YOU FEEL IT NOW, MR. KRABS???

epic! :D

yay she won! :D

OMG NO SHE DOESN’T GET THE CRYSTAL???

OMG hitch just said mayo! :o

they escaped tho! :D

QUEEN HAVEN???

and hitch’s badge! :D

queen haven wants them to ‘spin the story’ BOI

oh no queen haven and alphabittle are fighting over the crystals! :o

alphabittle threatens to use his powers but he doesn’t have magic?

sunny: “stop! you don’t have magic!” random pony: “bing bong!” lol! :D

omg...

aww cuties! :D

aaaaand......

it doesn’t work :/

maybe because there needs to be an earth pony crystal or a twilight star?

aww poor sunny :(

she’s about to cry!!! :’(

:’(

hitch: “i guess this is goodbye... friends.” zipp: “better hurry... sheriff.” :’‘(

sunny didn’t fix the crooked photo of her dad!!! :(

no she put her mane 6 figures away!!! :(

circle??? :o

the lights!!!! :D

CIRCLE??? :O

!!!!!!!!!

maritime bay hasn’t been treated too kindly i see! :o

oh no evil fireworks! :o

everyone has the unicorn mind hats on! :o

sprout is being treated like royalty now GREEEEAAAAT

and there’s more nazi imagery with that big mural of him!

sprout: “citizens of-“ *mural of him falls* lol! :D

the citizens didn’t want to fight in the first place! :D

OMG HE HAS AN EVIL LAUGH NOOOO

OMG ROBOT???

even phyllis thinks this is overdone! same mommy!

yay they’re reunited! :D

queen haven: “we need to get home!” alphabittle: “before we’re all jinxed!” queen haven: “excuse me, do you see my mouth still a-talking?” lol! :D

queen haven called sprout a ‘big robot pony’ lol :D

they need to stop it with magic! :D

sprout: “OH NO YOU DON”T” sassy man!

aww zipp has hitch’s back! :D

OMG SPROUT CRACKED THE LIGHTHOUSE??? :o

omg pipp and izzy fell! :o

queen haven saved alphabittle! :D

phyllis: “sprout! let’s put the toy away!” sprout: “mom, i’m in the middle of something!” lol! :D

HE WAS ABOUT TO RUN HIS MOMMY OVER!!!! :o

OMG THE LIGHT HOUSE IS CRUMBLING!!!!

omg! :o

aaaand it didn’t work! :o

magic of friendship it’s your tur-

OMG THE CRYSTALS ARE FALLING!!!! :o

THE LIGHTHOUSE IS FALLIIIIING!!!!!! :o

everyone’s still alive though!

sunny: “it’s not the crystals that need to be brought together...” it’s us?

“it’s us!” knew it!! :D

yay choose friendship and love! :D

aww queen haven fixed the picture!

and so did alphabittle!

and phyllis!!! :D

uh guys what’s that over there...?

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

YAAAAS!!!!!! :D

SONIC RAINBOOM!!!! :o

magic is back!!!!!! :D

they can fly!!!! :D

sunny’s flying with the princesses! :D

the unicorns are back! :D

the pegasi’s wings have such a pretty glow! :D

beautiful sunny! ♥

alphabittle says ‘hi there buddy’ to a little foal! :D

sprout: “mommy, was i a good sheriff?” phyllis: “oh look a flying dog!” lol! :D

hitch: “you did it sunny.” sunny: “no... we did it... together!” yas!!! :D

the gang’s all here!!! :D

izzy: “now we never have to be apart!” yay!!! :D

aww they all did ‘hooves to hearts’! :D ♥♥♥♥♥

balloon guy is back! :D

balloon guy: “hey guys! what did i miss?” *turns around and sees the mane 5* *SCREAAAAM!!!!!* lol! :D

and that’s the end! :D

besides the end credits scene...

;)

so that was the mlp g5 movie! i loved it a lot more than i thought i would and it wasn’t kiddie like g3. it was a lot like g4! the connection between that and g5 is awesome! the characters were fun and the story was really interesting despite it being a typical hero’s journey. it reminded me so much of disney! i can’t wait to see what adventure sunny and her friends have in store! :D

#livewatch #i've loved most of what i've seen so far!#g5 let's gooo!!!! :D

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fnafslinky · 4 years

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Fazbear Frights 1-9 review.

Into The Pit:

Slow and meandering during the first half but picks up speed after Spring Bonnie shows up. Good message and good idea, but the execution could be better. 6/10

To Be Beautiful:

This story is so full of fluff, you can cut out like 60% of it and lose nothing. I know it's going for a fairy tale thing with the repetition and all, but fairy tales do that because it's made for children. Repetition is to train a child's brain to remember better. These books are aimed at teenagers, so this narrative device is not needed. On top of that, it has unfortunate implications of "Not like other girls" memes that we don't need to revisit. Only saved by its creepy af ending. 3/10

Count The Ways:

Legitimately my favorite story out of FNAF and one of my favorites of all time. It fixed the previous story's Not Like Other Girls problems by having the goth main character hate the pretty blonde and being called out for not even knowing her and being shallow. It is actually surprising to have these two stories be back to back.

The narrative device of switching back and forth between the MC facing her death and how she got up to that point means it keeps your interest throughout that the previous two stories had problems with. It makes for great drama and tension.

The main reason I love this story in particular is because of this exchange near the end:

“Silly Millie, for someone who doesn’t want to die you sure spent a lot of time talking about it,” the voice surrounding her said. “But that’s the way of things, isn’t it? Talk is always easier than action.”

“I think,” Millie said, sniffling, “that when I said I wanted to die, what I really wanted was to escape. I didn’t want death. I just wanted my life to be different.”

“Oh, but that really takes action, doesn’t it?”

And, if I can be real for a minute: I feel like that kinda changed my life. Or very least, my point of view.

As someone who has made attempts on his life before and frequently battles depression- It made my problems so much less overwhelming. Of course I didn't want to die. I wanted my life my life to improve. And now whenever the thought of suicide passes through my head, I just remember this phrase and it helps me keep it together and calm down.

And also F.Freddy's follow up with having to work for happiness is spot on too. Misery is comfortable, that's why so many people prefer it. Happiness takes effort. 10/10

Fetch:

I'm in the minority for not caring for this one. I felt like there wasn't any direction or character arc, I didn't find Fetch particularly scary or interesting, and the MC makes a lot of dumb decisions in it.

That being said, I love how it jumps right into the action instead of taking awhile to get to it like the other stories did. The stories tend to play out like a different book and then FNAF characters are slapped in at the end. This one gets right to it and makes it integral to its plot. 6/10

Lonely Freddy:

Another one I really love. The Frights series has a good traction with its tragedies and this one is no exception. I really connected with the feeling of being pitted against your siblings, usually by accident and circumstance with your parents. Particularly this line:

“Maybe you’ve made them what they are,” Aunt Gigi said, pausing for a moment before adding: “Hazel’s the easy one. Alec is the hard one. It’s like you put them on their own little islands.”

I wasn't Alec, but Hazel in this situation. And it made me realize what my sibling went through because of it.

And this is another story where Freddy's is more integral to the plot too, and one of the few times it's not already abandoned.

I really like how well done Alec's back and forth he had with himself whether to befriend his sister or not. It's a believable character arc when he realizes his mistake at the end unlike another story that we'll get to.

And the fact they made a God damn teddy bear legitimately creepy is a mastery of horror writing that I can only ever hope to strive for. Definitely the scariest in Frights 2. 9/10

Out Of Stock:

I agree with Dawko that this one feels best to make a 30 minute special out of. It feels like a Halloween special or creepypasta you would watch/read as a preteen. Old enough to want to explore more mature stuff, but young enough to still have more cartoony stuff be familiar. And I mean that as 100% a positive.

I also like how this one is a bit more comedy based. Like the scene where the MC gets thrown across the room after electrocuting himself and his friends dont even notice. I can picture that bit so clearly.

The climax is the best part of having a dire game of Red Light, Green Light with the Plushtrap Chaser. It's very energized and exciting that the other stories don't have as often because the subject matter doesn't lend itself to it.

The trend in these stories of kids learning to appreciate their parents, and they're parents realizing they have to sacrifice some stuff to make their child happy is very sweet. And it's no different here. 8/10

1:35 AM

What I like about this series is that you never know where its gonna go from story to story. I though for certain this story was about how the doll was gonna have an evil spirit possessing it.

But no, what actually happened is that it's never made clear if the MC is losing her mind, being haunted, or just seeing stuff because she's sleep deprived. That ambiguity makes the book a lot creepier and sadder because you don't know how this poor woman should be helped. And it ends without any clarification. That's great and a perfect idea for horror story.

That being said, Scott's writing quirks (and it's definitely Scott doing it, I can tell) of front loading info, constantly stopping the flow to have backstory and over explaining things that don't need makes it frustrating to read after several books of it. And we're not done with that either. 9/10

Room For One More:

I skipped over all the dream sequences because it adds nothing to the story. Its great you remember Sister Location, but it feels like you don't trust your audience to read a FNAF story if there isn't animatronics every couple pages. And honestly? Understandable.

I do know based on my own FNAF comic, pages featuring humans is a lot less popular than the ones featuring animatronics. And I get it, you're a bunch of furries it's more interesting to visualize. And you can go in the opposite direction and have very little FNAF stuff when they're needs to be more. The New Kid doesn't even bring it up til the last third.

But I digress. The strongest qualities in Room For One More is three points.

The location is very vividly described. The underground security office with steel walls, the radiation disposals, the musky scent. It paints a clear and unique picture.

The main character's fallen arc of self care and distrust of others is a well done cautionary tale. It goes hand in hand with the speech before of having to work for happiness, and the difficulties there are from even trying. But you still need to do it.

The body horror is not as visually disgusting as it could've been, and more conceptually horrifying. But if you have a fear of bugs in your skin or crawling in your mouth, prepare for something so much worse! And no, that's not a spoiler, it's pretty obvious where its going from the beginning. 7/10

The New Kid:

This one was disappointing. This is not the way to do a tragedy, because I don't care about the MC.

Throughout the entire story, the main character has literal sociopath tendencies. He is controlling of other people, he doesn't have any empathy, he sees other people as tools to use, he kills a bird and doesn't care- So at the end when he accidentally kills someone, I don't believe him feeling bad about it. And I sure as shit don't care about his death after him leaving his victim to die, while he was still breathing, and not coming back for a week.

Also the twist at the end makes no God damn sense and I'm not even gonna dignify it.

A better tragedy would've been his friend, Mick, getting into trouble for the murder after refusing to ever stand up to the MC. Or even the MC being betrayed by him last minute for him to learn how his shit behavior really screwed him over. But the end result ended up being an unsatisfying mess. 2/10

I'll review the 4th's books with 5 and 6, since I'm sticking with a three at a time theme and because I haven't read 4 yet.

#fnaf #fazbear frights #fnaf books

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stfreds-a · 4 years

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hello everyone! this is rylan (27, she/her, gmt+2) here to introduce you to the lil nugget of fucked up-itude that is freddie dawson! + more info, wanted connections. / @redridgeimp

name: fredericke ann dawson nicknames: freddie, fred, st. fred age: 33 ethnicity: white gender/pronouns: cis female, she/her sexual/romantic orientation: bisexual/biromantic been in red ridge for: five years occupation: bartender at st. peter’s affiliation: none positive traits: nurturing, clever, good spirited, humorous, wise, motherly, diligent, quiet, loyal, protective. negative traits: closed off, impulsive, proud, resentful, self-deprecating, bitter, frightened.

BIOGRAPHY —

(WARNINGS for depression, death, abuse / domestic abuse, violence, underage sex, prostitution, child abandonment).

“why’d you get so obsessed with that word, freddie? who told you about saints?” “grandpa did, he said he’s named after st. peter”. “and why do you care?” “‘cause he said saints do good things. i wanna be a saint, too”. “why on earth would you want that?” “‘cause, ma — i wanna save everyone”.

—

there’s a lifetime from that moment to now. she can remember it, but it comes in flashes, a hazy hue of desert gold — she remembers the girl she was, bright-eyed and restless, never shying away from the trail of a question. prying, relentless: the whole world could be simplified to reasons and whys, and she would hunt them the whole day long, out in the dust storms like the wind, not even it could dare question her spirits. whatever happened to that girl? dull, watered down: erased, and her own has been the hand rubbing her existence off her own life.

el paso, texas, 2002. she couldn’t tell how it happened, or when it began — surely that summer of eighteen years ago must have played its part. her mother losing her job (too tired, too tired all the time: too sad to see a doctor, too weak to even get out of bed anymore), bills piling up. her older sister trying hard to keep things afloat with an underpaid gig at the laundry, but it’s not enough. it’s never enough. one day grandpa comes home and he’s making math in his head, calculating how much longer they can survive if he sells the farm, the truck, the horse. that night freddie asks, how come their dad’s not around? he could provide, he could help them? grandpa grows colder then, gaze darker than the clouds gathering on the horizon: i’ll burn this place to the ground before he sets foot in here.

that side of the family, either way, is cunning and insidious, and it comes knocking at the door, offering business, a way to salvage the farm. it is victor, freddie’s uncle, who brings the offering: grandpa throws him out in spite, and freddie watches it all while she’s sitting on the fence outside, skin burning gold from the sun, dust sticking to her like glitter. you’re pretty, victor says: you might be your family’s only chance, you know? she doesn’t (can’t) understand, but she’ll walk any way that can save grandpa, his horse, her mother’s strength, her sister’s dreams of becoming a nurse.

turns out the way is a dark and winding one, one where she has to suck up the terror when a man touches her skin and she has to say yes, please, more, i’ll be anything you want, the key to unlocking all the dark and sick desires you’ve buried in there and can’t speak to anyone, not your wife, not your daughter, not your mother: give them to me, she whispers, let the darkness out. at night she takes hour-long showers to try and rub the darkness off of her, and it won’t come off, it never does — but grandpa didn’t have to sell the farm, and even if he was against her getting a job (said she’d be a waitress, don’t worry pops, i got it), the day he realized he wouldn’t have to sell the horse he smiled: it felt like the gates of heaven themselves would open.

she hates her job, but doesn’t mind the company. they make her work in a dismissed motel, along with girls about her age and her damage, and there is an unspoken bond of loyalty between them — the guys, too, when they’re guarding the doors they smile at them as fondly as they would their sisters (but they wouldn’t let their sisters in a place like this, no). there’s carl, who never speaks but smiles at fred each time he sees her. there’s billy, drives her home every night before victor can volunteer. there’s sonja, who teaches her how to punch a man’s throat when he gets too handsy. there’s a sense of family, while her own begins unraveling around the suspicion that something dark is going on.

el paso, texas, 2005. the farm is saved, but mom’s not getting any better. depression sucks her up, little by little, and she drifts away more or less peacefully, doesn’t dare oppose resistance — she dies a morning of october, and neither of her daughters can speak of it. grandpa has to put down the horse a week later. she’d thought she’d saved everyone —— how come the darkness still won’t leave?

she grows sadder, dark as the clouds that won’t seem to leave their town alone. she finds an unexpected shoulder to cry on in the person of johnny, billy’s cousin and yet another one of victor’s men: johnny’s sweet, he makes her laugh. he begins driving her home at night instead of billy (his cousin’s not happy, she can see this: but he nods his agreement anyway and doesn’t protest, he can’t, johnny’s older and wiser and he’s still just a kid). the rest of it is as old and predictable as it gets: he says he’ll make an honest woman out of her, she retorts there needs to be an honest man for that to happen to begin with. they laugh, they kiss, they promise — five years later, she’s twenty-five and married, almost happy. almost.

el paso, texas, 2006. she wants to leave her job. johnny said he can’t stand the thought of someone touching her where he should, and she tries: but victor won’t have it, no, did you think it was a temporary gig? come on girl, you’re smarter than that. he’s filthy, he humiliates her — beats her just to prove he can, he owns her. she comes home with bruises and johnny’s angry: if you couldn’t quit, he says, it’s because you didn’t really want t. his bruises are added to victor’s, perfectly symmetrical blooms to decorate her skin. she begins cracking, her very essence tearing at the seams — she was trying so hard to save everyone, how the fuck is she gonna save herself now?

billy comes over sometimes. his commitments to what he likes to call “street things” keep him out of the motel now, but he needs to check on her — she makes up excuses to keep away, hide the signs. says she’s got a bad cold one day, the other she’s just not feeling. one day he’s got enough and forces her to open the door: a busted lip, both her eyes grown purple with the blows. his anger is scalding hot but she manages to calm him down — it’s okay, she says, he just gets angry sometimes. i’ll find a way out of it somehow. he leaves in a hurry, never shows up again: the unspoken fear in her mind, that he’s gone and done something terrible he’ll regret, almost brings a relief to her sore mind. perhaps he’s killed him, she thinks. perhaps i’m free.

johnny comes back and it’s business as usual. she tells herself she’s gotta be strong, gotta leave this town, gotta make it out alive. she packs a bag and leaves it hidden under the bed, but when she looks at the door she sees the world with johnny’s face, ready to eat her up, chew her out, over and over. it’s the day police comes knocking at her door that the world drags her out — in the person of detective jake graham, investigating the disappearance of william ‘billy’ dickinson — part of a much bigger investigation, that sooner leads to the arrest of victor rosce and most of his men (johnny included). she’s on her own: and when the detective figures out she needs help, he makes the way for a new life in red ridge, nevada. beaten, broken, ashamed, she says goodbye to texas; to freddie dickinson; to the comfortable shelter of her fear.

red ridge, nevada, 2015. red ridge ain’t much of an afterlife, but it works. they take her to a women’s shelter and bit by bit she puts her pieces back together. badly held in place, like a broken teacup taped back together — but it works. azul, the director of the shelter, turns out to be the family she’s missing — she finds a sense of home in the shelter, a new purpose behind the counter of st. peter’s, serving drinks for those who are heading for a fight at rogues’. like a gatekeeper, like st. peter himself: such a stark contrast from the hell she just left.

heaven is short-lived, and hell comes knocking back at the door. it appears in the shape of two parallel lines on a pregnancy test: johnny’s seed, rooted in her womb, giving way to evil like himself. she wants to throw up, hopes somehow that’ll rid her of this curse — her vision blinded, her ears are ringing. in fear, she turns to the only place she knows can provide comfort, or advice, or any sort of guidance while she has no fucking clue how to fix this: back home, to her sister.

el paso, texas, 2016. grandpa’s dying, angie says. old age catching up to him, so all he does is lie in his bed all day and ask for movies to be played continuously on his tv. it’s an odd family they recreate now, the nurse, the dying man and the pregnant sister. there is a soft, mournful balance found, until one night victor shows up demanding to see her and when angie claims freddie isn’t there he has his men beat her grandpa, thrash the house just to get the point across: he can. he owns her.

she sits by her grandpa’s deathbed that night and weeps. i’m sorry, pops, i’m so sorry: i tried so hard to be a saint, to save everyone. perhaps he’s just exhaling, but it sounds like he’s laughing. child, he says, saints always die either virgins or martyrs. you fucked up the first — now you just gotta pray you’re good enough for the latter.

somewhere between texas and nevada, 2016. grandpa dies two weeks later, and freddie’s not there. right after victor’s visit, angie gave her money just to get her away from them, and bring her trouble with her — grandpa dies a week before her baby’s born, taken out of her and delivered into a nurse’s hands without so much as a goodbye. they ask, would you like to see your baby? freddie turns and pretends she didn’t hear. wherever the baby will end up, it’s gotta be a better fate than the child of a martyr.

red ridge, nevada, 2017. red ridge felt like a home. for a hot second, it felt like things could start over again. she ends up in it again — in the thick of a burning town, trying to make her way through people that do not belong to her, desperately looking for something to hold on to. a year has passed since she last set foot in town, but st. peter’s has been waiting for her; the same arrangement of unfinished business, too. little by little, in red ridge, she begins putting herself back together.

CURRENTLY fred is a bartender at st. peter’s, occasionally lends a hand to azul evangelista for the women’s shelter, is in a committed relationship with detective jake graham. her uncle, her husband and most of their gang are in jail after the investigation jake led back in 2015. she hasn’t heard from her sister ever since leaving el paso. her baby was given up for adoption and she never learned anything more about them — nor does she plan to.

#mine's a humble light — file.#intro.#redridgeintro #♥

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malexmalereader · 5 years

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Jesse McCree x FtM!Reader - drown it out

A/N: Me??? Writing something depressing for myself to indulge in because I am big sad??? It's more likely than you think. hello yes, I almost cried writing like this HAHA I'm so damn lonely. High five!

Info: the ftm character in this one has undergone top surgery and is on hrt - thought I'd start mentioning that.

TW: dysphoria and depression

You don't quite remember when Jesse's said he'd be back. In the evening? Or maybe tomorrow morning? You are just hoping it isn't any time too soon.

The music blaring out of your headphones into your ears was a pitiful attempt at drowning out self destructive thoughts and the same old depression making it's way to your heart.

It hurts, and you don't know what to do. You feel empty as you slowly get out of bed, shoving your phone into the pocket of the jeans that you didn't take off yesterday evening before going to bed. The next song started, almost too loud to handle. Though, it just made you feel comfortably numb.

You drag yourself to the bathroom, staring into your reflection before taking a quick look out of the window. It's noon already. How long have you been sleeping? Who knows. Who cares, anyway?

You grit your teeth together, knowing that Jesse would care. He always did. And that's a point you didn't understand. At all. How have you gotten this lucky? Luck usually wasn't on your side. The thought that Jesse might find someone better one day nagged at your mind, although you would never admit to feeling this way.

You stare back at your reflection again. You had borrowed one of Jesse's flannels that hung loosely, making it almost look like you are wearing a potato sack or something.

Your view lingered on your chest. The scars were faded - long since had been - but you couldn't help but feel weird about them once in a while.

You were glad how far you'd come and yet...the occasional feeling of being nothing but a fraud and lacking bit right through all confidence you'd built in the past decade.

You know you are a real man. There was no doubt about it, but every time you heard people talking -even when it was with no intentions to be rude, maybe they were just uneducated - you couldn't help but feel like everyone could see right through you. You felt weak and vulnerable in those moments, no matter how confident you'd felt before.

You let out a shaky breath, holding yourself up with your hands desperately supporting your weight on the edge of the sink.

You'd thought by now you wouldn't feel this way. Everything was supposed to be fine.

You are ripped from your thoughts by the feeling of a hand on your shoulder.

You practically jump out of your skin, swivelling around. With the music turned up you hadn't noticed Jesse stomping up the stairs, coming into the bathroom, approaching you and maybe even calling out for you.

Quickly you take your headphones off and Jesse frowns at the volume before trying to look into your eyes. You avert yours in shame, trying to think of a way to get out of this situation.

You feel how Jesse wraps an arm around your waist to pull you close, his flesh hand finding its way to push your hair out of your face.

"Honey?", He gently calls out and you can feel tears welling up in your eyes before letting out a weak hum in response.

"What's wrong?", Jesse asks. You swallow before answearing with a quick: "It's...nothing."

You hear Jesse sigh in response, he seems to be looking for what he could possibly say next. The music from your headphones was filling the silence in the room that would else just crush you.

"Can you look at me?", he tries, his hand caressing your cheek. You hesitantly raise your head slightly to look at your boyfriend. His eyes become sadder, his eyebrows narrow together in worry as he notices the tears in your eyes.

"This really doesn't look like nothing, Darlin'.", He whispers, scanning your face for an answear. You lean into his touch, biting the inside of your cheek.

"How about we go cuddle on the bed a bit?", he now suggests. You take a deep breath, determined to at least give him one proper answear. You feel bad about making him this worried about you. "...that would be nice.", you croak out, trying to manage a genuine smile.

Jesse smiles back sadly before carefully leading you back into the bedroom where you plop down on the bed, him sitting down behind you, pulling you into another warm embrace. He presses a kiss to your neck before nuzzling his face against your skin, his hands stroking your sides as his heavy frame leans against you. It was...tender. And comforting. And a kind of love that you hadn't felt in so long. Thinking about it, Jesse was the only one this affectionate with you.

Another terrible thought strikes your mind as you pull your phone out of your pocket and turn of the music.

If Jesse ever leaves I'll have no one

You know that that isn't true. You have friends and family, and yet...your mind played the dirty trick on you often, but you never found a way to make it stop.

Before you know it you're shaking and crying, tears dripping down on the blanket under you. Jesse lifts his head from your shoulder and gently brings your face up to look at him. It is a bit uncomfortable turning you head this far, but you don't care.

"Are you sure that it's nothing, Baby?", he asks, his own voice sounding strained and close to tears. You take a moment before choking out an answear.

"I've just been...feeling off.", you say, your throat hurting and the words barely sounding proper. "Like...the usual, you know? Same old shit as always.", you try to laugh at your own misery, it's ridiculous, isn't it? This feeling. It's misplaced.

"(Y/N)...", Jesse sighs, holding you a bit tighter "I'm so sorry..."

You stare at him in confusion. "What do you mean? This isn't your fault.", you state, your voice still weak.

"But you shouldn't feel this way. That pretty little head of yours should be free of those damned thoughts.", he explains, slipping your hands into his, almost holding on for dear life. "I'm sorry...", you now say. He's right. These thoughts shouldn't be here. I shouldn't be depressed.

"I don't mean it like that...you're allowed to be sad, but I just...", he stops talking and takes a deep breath. "I hate seeing you like this, not even for my sake I just...I just want you to happy again."

"We've been over this often enough, Jesse.", you begin "I'll get over it eventually, won't it? It's always been that way."

It's always been that way. You're in a slump and then you aren't. And then you're again and it's a never ending cycle and even after all those years you haven't found a remedy.

"I know, but...", Jesse is slowly running out of things to say, also knowing how it goes down. He abandons the sentence he started and squeezes your hands lightly.

"You know I love you, right? I won't leave. I won't go and I'll do everything in my power to bring back that beautiful little laugh of yours.", he declares, looking right into your eyes. You can't help but smile slightly.

"... of course I know that.", you begin, leaning your head again his shoulder, glancing up at his face. "And I...I appreciate that. I...", you take a deep breath. "I love you, too."

Jesse let's go of one of your hands to cup your cheek, bringing you in for a soft, loving kiss. You enjoy every second of it, taking a moment to open your eyes after he pulls away.

"Now, how about we bake a pie together? Some cherry pie filling, listening to some Willie Nelson? How does that sound?", He ask, running his fingers through your hair. Your smile grows a bit brighter.

"Sounds good."

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cloudydoodle-moved · 4 years

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everytime rhea cloudydoodle posts on their tumblr i get that good good dopamine, their ocs?? Gooooooood shit!! Please info dump about them all because want to love them

sorry for takin so long to reply to this ask!!!! ^^;; 's all under the cut! :3

PLUTO

i don't know if i ever mentioned his age? he's 15!

also, he’s mexican!

he has a black cat!! her name's kuro because...y'know. she's a black cat. pluto's a simple guy, alright? lol

he absolutely loves music! he likes most songs/genres, but he really enjoys vocaloid and cutesy songs (though he won't ever admit it).

a couple of his favorite songs are shama by niru kajitsu (miy_yuu's cover to be specific!) and otsukimi recital by jin.

also he knows every single lyric of renai circulation.

he has terrible posture. please help this boy. he's already 5'3". save his soul. (he's the shortest one in the main 4 ahaaa)

he supresses his emotions a lot of the time, even happiness. he doesn't wanna deal with any of that, no sir.

he's good at staying quiet. like, it's almost scary how silent he can walk across floors.

(he's spooked koko about a million times because of this. at first it was unintentional, but now pluto has some fun with it.)

he types pretty normally when it comes to texting, like;

pluto: What are you guys even talking about. What's happening.

he'll die before he uses an emoji. he's fine with emoticons like :), but he will Never use emojis.

he'd probably wear crocs. he tucks his sweatpants into his combat boots. he's a fashion disaster.

he's really observant!! he'll notice the tiniest things, like a change in typing style or perfume. he probably won't point it out, though.

he barely listens in class, and yet he somehow always gets decent grades. koko mourns dramatically about this.

he doesn't like most coffee or tea. if he really has to, then he'll drink iced coffee. honestly? he just likes cold water.

sometimes he writes in this little pocket journal. he'll kill anyone who tries to look through it, because, y'know.

he's terrible at any physical activity, especially push ups. please, he is just a noodle.

he, of course, really digs space. it's one of his biggest interests! he's bursting at the seams to infodump, but he doesn't wanna bother anyone, y'know?

he chose the nickname pluto because he is very cool and edgy and it just kinda stuck.

he's surprisingly kind sometimes? because he's really observant, he catches on if he sees someone being...off or sadder than usual.

he'll try to just. give the person a small gift/note, and he'll run off like a dumb tsundere lol

he doesn't watch a lot of anime (or shows in general), but he really enjoys the disastrous life of saiki k (because who wouldn't?). he and koko watch it together whenever they're feeling shitty.

fun fact: every time i get a new sketchbook, i draw him first.

KOKO

he's 16, but he's in the same grade(??? whatever the word is) as pluto! funky birthday tingz, y'know?

he's half indian and half filipino, which explains his last name (castillo-madan)!

anyways. in canon, he chose koko as a nickname instead of niko (though he'll def accept that nickname too) because it was a nickname that navya called him as a kid, and he just vibes with it.

(also, he wanted to avoid as many nico nico nii jokes as he can)

he watches a lot of anime! he's the reason why pluto got into vocaloid, too. he stans miku and also momo kisaragi. what a king.

he LOOOOVES the movie kimi no na wa/your name. zen zen zense is one of his favorite songs, like, ever.

his fav anime (animes?? i never know which one's right...) are mob psycho 100 and march comes in like a lion.\

he's loud and energetic and tries his best to cheer people up!! he also has owo bracelets, because he's just Like That.

he has adhd! he's trying his best.

he's very passionate about the things and people that he loves!! when he gets a new interest, it hits *hard*. he'll get absolutely hyperfixated on it.

his favorite show ever is probably avatar: the last airbender. he stans zuko and toph.

he's so bad at sleeping right. i say this because i forgot to give him his eyebags in his ref :(

his typing is a disaster, like me! like;

koko: AGHIUSGHSDHKJ HELLOOOO?!?!!? am i in HELL what's going ON

the only emojis he uses are heart emojis! his favs are the yellow heart & revolving hearts.

when it comes to physical activity, he’s not the best at things like running, but he’s pretty alright at carrying heavy things!

he’d die if he didn’t have coffee. please help this man.

sorta like pluto, he pushes a lot of his negative feelings to the side (...sayori/kano kinnie?). he’s bursting apart at the seams, but he’s trying his best to stay cheerful. gotta stay happy for his friends!

he can kinda play the guitar!! he doesn’t pick it up very much, but he can probably play a few simple songs!

his mind is either empty or has 390824234897 different thoughts. there is no inbetween.

he gets really invested in characters and likes writing down character analyses sometimes!! he just vibes with them a lot

(some of his favs are kano shuuya and shinobu kochou :p)

fun fact (that makes me cringe): he was named after kokobot on kik. that was my terrible decision when i was like 10

can you tell i project onto them a lot??? my weeb-ness??? and part of me feels like i got their characters a bit off, even though i’m the literal creator USDAHGJHGKJ...

thanks a bunch for asking about them, nonnie!!! :D and sorry if anything’s messy;; i wrote it all throughout the day and am too lazy to proofread it ;; (and also technically english isn’t my first language, so sorry for any mistakes!!)

#cloudy.txt #cloudy ocs #them.... [sob]#pluto #koko #Anonymous #inbox

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summerseachild · 5 years

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Because I am a glutton for punishment, I rewatched season 3.

The story so far: For those of you following along, I’ve been gearing up for watching the GoT I haven’t seen (the back half of season 5 and beyond) by rewatching the stuff I HAVE seen. It’s been... an experience. I’m coping with my fury by squeeing over the things I loved and foaming at the mouth over the things I hated.

The finale aired between my season 2 and 3 rewatch, and I am full of snark, but everything is also hilarious.

3x01

1. GHOST IS THE GOODEST BOY. Also everyone BE NICER TO SAM. Every time I see Kit and Rose together on screen I go, “Awww they’re gonna be married.” So happy this show brought them together.

2. Ciarán Hinds as Mande Rayder was SUCH epic good casting. I want to watch all of Rome now.

3. Davos is a salty old cat with nine lives and I was SO happy to see him alive. And then he RISKS ONE OF THEM being loyal to Stannis. That’s some Ned Stark levels of honor.

4. Michael McElhatton’s voice is so amazingly creepy I love and hate it all at the same time.

5. That first scene we get with Tyrion and Tywin is A LOT. Tyrion just wants a little bit of recognition and it’s SO SAD. (Also how did Tywin have the lions put up in his office so soon? SO EXTRA.) And wtf is up with Tywin intimating that Tyrion might be a bastard? So glad they dropped that. Who ended up Lord of Casterly Rock though? DOes AnYoNE EveN CaRE?

6. Sansa and Shae playing the game with the ships is... so cute. We overly imaginative people have all had that friend like Shae who’s like WHAT IS THE POINT OF PRETENDING.

7. Ok teenage Drogon cooking his food in midair before eating it was pretty cool.

8. Is that the Stranger on the wall of the building where Margaery talks to the orphans? In the middle of the seven pointed star? It looks CREEPY.

9. The epic Queen-off between Margaery and Cersei IS ON. (For the record Cersei’s armor dress is FANTASTIC.) Also, Jack Gleeson saying “charitable” like it’s a word in a foreign language he’s never heard before is GREAT.

10. You can see the seeds of Missandei being a fantastic diplomat for Queen Daenerys. :( Also, I wonder if Jorah knows she speaks Valyrian as he watched all of this unfold...

3x02

1. I wonder if what Talisa says about how Westerosi are viewed across the narrow sea, as barbarians who smell, is accurate. It makes sense...

2. OH SHIT THEON GETTING TORTURED IS IN THIS EPISODE I WAS NOT READY

3. Latest on a List of insults Brienne puts up with from Jaime: “giant towheaded plank.” He is such a shit. And the way he SWITCHES on a dime from so obviously baiting her to being DEAD serious with the “we don’t get to choose who we love” line... so very him.

4. Sansa and the Tyrells! Those gardens are SO incredibly pretty, and Diana Rigg is SO GOOD as Olenna. May I have half her wit when I’m her age. Getting info out of Sansa on Joffrey was SMART.

5. I love that we get a sense that there are different cultures and languages North of the Wall.

6. HOLY SHIT HI MACKENZIE CROOK I FORGOT YOU WERE IN THIS YOU ADORABLE STRING BEAN.

7. Reeeeeds! Jojen and Mira were so exciting when we first met them...

8. BROTHERHOOOOOD Without Banners SO COOL. And underused.

9. Jaime and Brienne are AT A BRIDGE and NOTHING IS OK enjoy the hand while you have it ,Jaime my love.

3x03

1. Lannister family musical chairs is SO GREAT and Tyrion and Cersei have SUCH BITCHY FACES AT EACH OTHER.

2. They tell Chuck Norris jokes about Brynden the Blackfish, don’t they.

3. Stannis: Men have been trying to kill me for years. Me: Well maybe they need to send a WOMAN TO DO IT. (yeeeeaaaaah Brienne)

4. Dany is a woman with a plan and watching Jorah and Ser Barristan freak out about her possibly giving up one of her dragons is kind of funny.

5. I had forgotten how COMMITTED Ramsay is to his “helping Theon” ruse.” Fuuuuuck.

6. Jaime losing his hand DOES NOT GET ANY EASIER TO WATCH.

3x04

1. Jaime Lannister and the No Good Very Bad Deathwish huuuurts meee. It’s so good Brienne was around.

2. Varys and the sorcerer in a box.... SO CREEPY. Do we ever get resolution on that?? Anyway it made me flat out terrified of the implacability of Varys’ revenge at the time, and Conleth Hill PLAYS IT.

3. The Sept is SO PRETTY way to go CGI folks. That whole scene is just GORGEOUS with the light framing Margaery and Joffrey and Cersei moving in and out of shadow...

4. Theon’s “all he had to do was be” re: Robb hit me RIGHT IN THE FEELS also wow show Theon was really Gay For Robb and you will not convince me otherwise. (Watching him pour his heart out to Ramsay makes me physically ill... whYyYYy am I sober...)

5. I still maintain that show Brienne is WAAAAAY meaner than book Brienne about Jaime’s “leave me alone I’m dying” phase in ways that are really out of character and I HATE IT. Also losing a HAND is not “a little bit of misfortune.” And SHE WOULD UNDERSTAND THAT.

6. Cersei being like “I’ve been listening more than your sons” to Tywin. And Tywin being an ASSHOLE in response instead of FUCKING TELLING HER HOW TO DO BETTER with Joffrey makes me so angry.

7. “If Robb Stark falls Sansa Stark is the key to the North” YOU DON’T SAY VARYS

8. I am... sadder than I remember being about Jeor Mormont dying.

9. I. Like. Anguy. What HAPPENED to him? Also Beric is... intense, but I love him. (And Thoros was IN THE KEEP the day the baby Targaryens died?)

10. And ARYA GETTING TO TELL THE TRUTH ABOUT MYCAH TO ADULTS WHO LISTEN YES GOOD.

11. Dany hands that Dragon over COOL AS A CUCUMBER WHAT A QUEEN and theN the reveal that she SPEAKS FLUENT VALYRIAN AND DRACARYS AND I THINK I LOVE HER EVEN MORE OUT OF SPITE THIS TIME

3x05

1. Sandor Clegane trying to CHOP HIS OWN WOODEN SHIELD OFF HIS ARM because it’s on fire... wow. That whole scene is IMPRESSIVE. That was a fight that was TRIGGERY AS FUCK for him with all the fire and he still came out on top.

2. This is the episode where Jon and Jaime both get baths! Jon’s was a lot more fun. He got to have sex first. Jaime’s is preceded by being like “take any more of my arm than you have to and die” to Qyburn and a lot of screaming.

3. I CAN BE YOUR FAMILY ALSHAKDHSAG I AM SO ANGRY ARYA AND GENDRY DON’T END UP IN THE SAME PLACE. IT DIDN’T HAVE TO BE SCHMOOPY IT JUST NEEDED TO BE TOGETHER.

4. Every time I see Catelyn looking empty and far away in these scenes I see the Lady Stoneheart that could have been.

5. ROBB DON’T TRY TO BE YOUR DAD LISTEN TO YOUR MOM AND WIFE AND UNCLE. UGH RICHARD’S ACTING IN THAT EXECUTION SCENE THOUGH IT HURTS ME.

6. Beric Dondarion’s voice is amazing. I’m noticing voices more this time around...

7. Shireen Baratheon! What a precious little Princess! Her friendship with Davos is the best thing ever and SHE DESERVED BETTER.

8. Jaime and Brienne in the bath is funny when Jaime’s a shit until it gets very very serious and everything hurts and both of them are better actors than this show deserved. Jaime remembering URGING AERYS TO SURRENDER PEACEFULLY MAKES WHAT HAPPENS IN THE END HURT. He... hasn’t told that story to many people in its entirety and aaaaahhhh my feelings and him telling Brienne MY NAME IS JAIME I CANNOT WITH THEM.

9. Grey Worm is so handsome, and the more I see of Jacob Anderson in the behind the scenes stuff the more awesome he gets.

10. Ugh Cersei my love don’t be so smug about Tyrion and Sansa (Also Tyrion BRINGING UP TYSHA HOLY SHIT I FORGOT) Cersei and Tyrion both look so miserable at the end of that scene I just want to FUCKING THROTTLE TYWIN. Which is how I felt in the books here so KUDOS TO ALL INVOLVED.

3x06

1. I LOVE that we get to hear the Faith of the Seven’s version of “Jesus loves me” and I love that it’s Sam who sings it.

2. Meera holding Jojen while he has his vision/seizure like she’s done it a thousand times before... so sweet. I love that taking care of those who need it is just... part of who she is, and we need more people who are caring AND badass.

3. I forgot that Arya got an archery lesson from Anguy and I love it.

4. Melisandre being like WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU RAISED BERIC SIX TIMES to Thoros is great. Who knows what any of that means now but in the moment wow. Also WTF I FORGOT THEY GAVE GENDRY TO MELISANDRE

5. Ygritte asking Jon if he’s staring at her ass while climbing is so great. Way to know how good you look, girl!

6. Everyone at Riverrun: GROW UP EDMURE.

7. Jaime Being like BRIENNE DO NOT STAB BOLTON I GOT THIS = friendship goals

8. Cersei and Tyrion talking about their impending miserable marriages and not being entirely awful to each other gives me a bit of joy even as I weep for all of them.

9. I laughed for a long time at Varys line calling the Iron Throne “The Lysa Arryn of chairs.”

10. That last shot of Jon and Ygritte kissing is SO PRETTY. Everything at the top of the wall is, really.

3x07: GET BEHIND ME WENCH DON’T YOU SEE THE BEAR

1. Oh GRRM wrote this one. Cool.

2. Brynden Tully calling Walder Frey a wet shit is delightful. I love him so.

3. Do we ever find out if Talisa was telling the truth about writing to her mother? Or any sort of mention of her again since she’s nobility in Volantis and it might be a thing that she got murdered? No?

4. TORMUND TALKING ABOUT FOREPLAY IS HYSTERICAL HE IS THE BOYFRIEND BRIENNE DESERVES

5. Protective Dragons are Protective

6. Please TAKE OUR SHIP AND OUR GOLD AND GET THE FUCK OUT OF ESSOS: the Yunkai emissary, basically.

7. Poor Gendry. What a way to find out your dad was King Robert... Melisandre has a flair for the dramatic.

8. Jaime is bad at goodbyes especially when Brienne called him Ser Jaime instead of Kingslayer.

9. Ygritte threatening to blacken Jon’s eye if he tears her hypothetical silk dress.. THIS is how you write a badass girl who also likes pretty things.

10. Jaime jumping into that ring and continuing to throw his influence around for Brienne... yes good. He’s lucky that bear didn’t get his FOOT TOO though. And that last “Sorry about the Sapphires” to Locke as he’s leaving.... he just can’t help himself he HAS TO POKE PEOPLE VERBALLY EVEN WHEN IT’S DANGEROUS.

3x08: the One with the Other Other Wedding

1. Travels with Sandor and Arya is such a good show.

2. Davos trying to read is SO CUTE. And Stannis coming to Davos for advice and free him says a lot about a Stannis’ character at this point in the show.

3. Hey! It’s the first Daario!

4. Tyrion tried so hard to be kind. I’m glad he and Sansa seem to end on good terms.

5. Cersei being like “I see how you are trying to be my friend and I want NONE OF IT” to Margaery and then telling the story of house Reyne is a power move.

6. Joffrey moving Tyrion’s step stool at the wedding was a DICK MOVE but I love the look Tywin gives people who are laughing. (And Tyrion And Sansa making the best of a bad situation and Sansa weakly smiling at him when he makes the the joke about the wine before the ceremony is sweet)

7. NOBODY CARES WHAT YOUR FATHER ONCE TOLD YOU YES CERSEI MY QUEEN 👑

8. Tyrion pretending to be drunker than he was to get him and Sansa out of that room and away from Joffrey and the bedding ceremony is SO SAD but smart.

9. Sam cooing and fussing over that baby is the sweetest thing ever.

10. SAM KILLING THAT WHITE WALKER IS LIKE NEVILLE KILLING NAGINI CHANGE MY MIND WAIT YOU CANNOT HE’S SO BRAVE AND I LOVE HIM

3x09: The Rains of MY TEARS ABOUT THE RED WEDDING

I have a RUM and coke ready to go let’s do this

1. Robb asking Catelyn’s advice after he didn’t listen toher about Theon and the Ironborn :...(

2. Those POOR FREY GIRLS are they ok? I hope Arya didn’t kill any of them since they didn’t ask to be Walder the Worst’s daughters and granddaughters.

3. Grey Worm stepping into a leadership role ❤️

4. So... was Castle Black abandoned at the END of Jahaerys’ reign? I feel like the castles were mostly manned at the beginning of his reign? Gotta check on that.

5. In which Jon and Arya are both concerned about innocent small folk.

6. I FORGOT HOW CLOSE ARYA GETS TO THE TWINS

7. I ALSO FORGOT HOW CLOSE BRAN AND RICKON GOT TO JON. And... So much warging and direwolf action!

8. Daario Grey Worm And Jorah make a badass team gotta say.

9. HOLY SHIT MY WIFE JUST POINTED OUT THAT ROSLIN IS ANNE FROM THE MUSKETEERS. I knew I loved that face in a way I hadn’t before when she took off that veil!

10. Byyyyyyeeee Shaggy and Rickon and Osha!

11. Robb and Talisa decided to name the baby Eddard right before shit went down and I am NOT OK.

12. Fuck me that song HERE WE GO FOLKS.

13. Ugh Catelyn figured out what was about to happen right before. I had forgotten that. All the things that weren’t ok any of the other times are still not ok.

14. GREYWIND NO and now the crying

15. Catelyn with her knife to that Frey girl’s throat is so desperately sad Michelle Fairley BROUGHT IT and I hate everything

3x10: Of Course I’m watching this right after the Red Wedding what do you suggest I do instead? Sit on the couch and cry? (Because that’s definitely what I was gonna do if I didn’t start the next one.)

1. I never noticed Sandor picking up the FREY banner very intentionally smart man. Which I am choosing to focus on because...

2. if I never see Robb’s body with Greywind’s head again it will be too soon.

3. Tyrion and Sansa talking about how to get back at people who laugh at them like they’re friends ❤️❤️❤️

4. Any man who must say I am the king is no true king TELL IT LIKE IT IS TYWIN.

5. Tywin: 1 Joffrey: -15 I’ve been waiting for that throwdown for a while now.

6. Tywin really believes what he’s saying about putting family first. And that STORY ABOUT NEARLY DROWNING TYRION OMG.

7. Ugh Sansa knooooows about the RW and Tyrion just walks away because he’s the last “family” she wants to see.

8. Scary stories at the Night Fort! Like the Rat King... Bran’s a good ghost story teller.

9. WHAT A TRANSITION TO WALDER FREY after all that talk of guest right

10. Can’t wait for dogs to eat Ramsay because Theon’s pleas to be killed turns my stomach and make me see red all at once LEAVE HIM ALONE YOU BASTARD

11. Oh jeez this is where we get the Reek thing in the show. Theon says his own name twice before Ramsay hurts him enough he calls himself Reek and Alfie is SO GOOD I HATE IT

12. Oh right Sam & Co are in the Nightfort too!

13. Yarra not being ok with Balon abandoning Theon GIVES ME LIFE. She’s just so disgusted with her dad AS SHE SHOULD BE.

14. Greyjoys DO NOT DO AS THEY ARE TOLD and I love Yarra.

15. Don’t talk too much shit about highborns Gendry You’re gonna be one.

16. Varys and Shae talking is SO INTERESTING. I... think Varys has some points, and I think she should have listened, taken the diamonds, and peaced out of King’s Landing.

17. That Cersei and Tyrion scene where they talk about her children keeping her alive HURTS MY SOUL SO MUCH.

18. Arya stabbing the fuck out of that Frey bragging about sewing Greywind’s head on gives me SO MUCH SATISFACTION. Also Sandor being like “TELL ME next time we’re gonna do murder, ok kid?” Is THE BEST.

19. I love that Davos is the one we get to see reading the letter Maester Aemon writes.

20. DAVOS MAKES A CHOICE AND IT’S THE RIGHT ONE. Do you know how to swim?? No. ... Don’t fall out. 😂

21. Jaime is hoooooome in King’s Lannister and I have Lannister feels spilling ALL OVER THE PLACE.

22. Oh right and Dany has a whole bunch of people calling her mom in whatever variety of Valyrian they speak in Yunkai. That was a thing.

#summersea has feels about got #summersea got rewatch 2019

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abadoodlesss · 6 years

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Sometimes The Job’s Worth It - Chapter Nine

Tag List: @jadepc @mypage-myfandoms @bellero @colie87

Read previous chapters here!

Next: Chapter 10

Summary: Jane’s getting a bit of cabin fever ever since the boys started being more protective (i.e. keeping her in the Bunker) but not to worry, just because the Winchesters tell her to stay put doesn’t mean she’s gonna listen.

The sun shone brightly on the sleek exterior of the Impala as the rumble of the engine died down. The boys climbed out of the car in perfect synchronization, as they often did.

The two just got back from a neighboring town. There’s been a series of disappearances in the past month that’s left everyone confused and more importantly, terrified. Sam and Dean heard about the case while on a mid-week grocery shopping run a few days ago and instantly knew they had to get to the bottom of it. Unfortunately, they had no leads yet and already two more people had gone missing.

They entered the Bunker to find Cas and Jane at the war room table, playing a game of poker.

Dean was glad to find the two hanging out together. Cas was starting to stay at the Bunker more and more often, mostly to keep an eye on Jane when the boys had to leave. Dean hated keeping Jane locked away like some prisoner but he was pleased, a bit surprised, to find Cas made good company. He felt a little less guilty keeping her here now that he knew she wasn’t completely bored out of her mind.

“Hey guys!” Jane called, maintaining intense eye contact with the angel in an attempt to intimidate him, but she was starting to think Cas wasn’t capable of being anything but neutral.

“Hey, Jane.” Sam said as he shrugged off his coat. “How’s the game going?” He asked as Dean walked behind Cas, trying to communicate to Jane what cards Cas had in his hand.

“I’d say pretty good.” Jane replied as she laid down her cards, three aces and two queens. Cas showed his hand, all miscellaneous cards.

“I don’t think I understand the rules of this game.” Cas admitted as Jane started to shuffle once more.

“Deal me in.” Dean said taking a seat at the head of the table.

“Don’t you think we have more important things to be doing?” Sam asked. They still had so much work left to do regarding the disappearances, they didn’t have time to waste playing poker.

“Right.” Dean muttered reluctantly, getting up out of his chair.

“Is something going on?” Jane asked hesitantly. She was always suspicious that the boys were talking about her situation. Every time they wanted to talk privately she was sure they were talking about her and what they could possibly do with her. Part of her felt she deserved to be part of the conversation, to hear everything upfront. The other part of her, however, thought she was better off not knowing.

Dean sensed Jane’s fear immediately. “Don’t worry, kid. We’re working on a case from a few towns over. We’re still trying to get to the bottom of everything.” He explained.

Sam glared at his brother. They decided that they would keep Jane away from anything and everything paranormal. Sam made Dean promise just days ago that they wouldn’t tell her anything about their cases and only involve her with the Michael/Lucifer situation if it was absolutely necessary for her safety. He thought it was best if Jane was distanced as far as possible from the world of supernatural creatures.

“Need any help?” She asked.

This was exactly why Sam didn’t want Jane to know anything about their cases, not even that one was going on. That girl was curious, which Sam admired. Jane was always trying to learn more and educate herself. But that can prove to be dangerous as her curiosity leads her to being involved in some seriously unsafe situations.

“I think we’ve got it covered.” Sam interjected before Dean could say anything stupid.

“C’mon, I have nothing better to do. Beating Cas gets boring after the thirty-somethingth time.” Jane joked. “Besides, if you’re stuck maybe you could use a fresh perspective.” She said, beginning to pack away that cards as she stood up.

“We appreciate it, Jane, but we’re all set.” Sam said, practically dragging Dean away.

Jane slumped back into her chair as she watched the brothers retreat.

Turning to Cas she said, “Wanna play go fish?”

Hours passed and so did card games. Cas was actually surprisingly good at go fish. After Jane explained the rules and that they would in fact not be going outside to fish, he caught on fast. He was even able to beat her a few times. War and Blackjack were different stories, however.

Sam and Dean were still in the library, trying to find anything that would help them in their case. Even from this far away, Jane could make out little exasperated sighs and the slamming of books being closed and tossed around when deemed unuseful.

After a particularly loud grumble, Jane saw the brothers emerge from the library.

The boys looked like they aged ten years in the few hours they’d been in there. Sam’s hair was a little messy, probably because he ran his fingers through it every time he got frustrated.

“Any progress?” Jane called. She didn’t mean anything by it, well maybe only as a little jab. She was certain that if they just let her help, they’d be able to get to the bottom of whatever this case was. Jane didn’t doubt that the Winchesters knew what they were doing, they were professionals after all, but she’s helped before and she could do it again.

Sam sent her an annoyed look but Jane chose to think that he was more annoyed with the case than her asking. He wiped away his crabby expression quickly, though, forcing a pleasant one instead as he explained, “We’re getting there”.

“Cas, we’re gonna head out for a little bit, check out the town’s library to get more info.” Dean called, throwing on his jacket.

“I could use some fresh air, I’ll come too.” Jane said, hopping out of her seat.

“No!” The Winchesters yelled in unison.

Realizing that was a little too aggressive, Dean tried to recover by saying, “I just mean uh- you don’t want to go to some boring old library, right?”

“That actually sounds like fun, I could borrow a good book.”

“We can check something out for you.” Sam said.

“Or I could just come with you. I don’t see what the big deal is.” Jane said.

She could understand that the boys wanted to keep her safe, she wasn’t arguing that. It’s just the way they tried to do it that bothered her. Keeping her locked away wasn’t going to do anything besides drive her mad. And it angered her even more because they were pretending that that's not exactly what they’re doing.

The boys couldn’t think of anything to say. Jane just rolled her eyes and let a defeated sigh out. There was no use in arguing.

“You know, never mind. I’ll find something to do here, I guess.”

“Don’t sound so sad, kid.” Dean said, reaching out an arm to pull Jane into a side hug, but she dodged him.

“See you when you get back.” She spoke, plopping down in a seat, her back to them. She was sure to make her tone even sadder than before.

Jane didn’t need to turn around to know the brothers’ faces were filled with guilt.

They both stared at her for a moment, again trying to think of something to say to ease the tension, but nothing came to mind.

Dean gave Cas a pat on the shoulder before heading out.

“You know, they do care about you.” Cas said as he heard the Impala retreating down the road. “They’re only trying to protect you.”

“If by protected you mean locked away like a princess in a tower,” Jane mumbled under her breath, but Cas heard her.

“They’re doing the best they can, you have to understand that.”

Jane knew Cas was right and just trying to help but she wasn’t ready to listen to it. She wanted to yell at Cas for trying to be the voice of reason, for being on their side. She almost did. But looking into his soft eyes, Jane couldn’t bring herself to yell. It wasn’t Cas she was mad at, hell it wasn’t even the Winchesters she was really mad at either. It was whoever got her into this mess in the first place.

“Can I just be left alone for a little while?”

Cas nodded. “If you need me, just call.”

And then he was gone.

Without wasting a single second, Jane was out of her seat and running into the library. She wasn’t about to sit around a mope while she waited for the Winchesters to come back. Maybe they could keep her from going outside, but they weren’t going to keep her from doing what she wanted inside the Bunker. Seems like a fair trade.

In the library, Jane could see a table covered in papers and books. Taking a closer look, she could see reports printed out, detailing missing persons cases as well as short biographies of the men who had gone missing.

Jane could assume that the men weren’t just missing, something much more sinister must have happened.

In skimming through the articles and biographies written about the men, the only similarities Jane could find were that they were all married and lived in the town. No wonder the boys were so stressed out, there was nothing.

Jane wasn’t going to give up, though. Maybe if she helped with this case and got to the bottom of things, the Winchesters would let her help out on more cases, let her go beyond the walls of the bunker. Okay, maybe that was pushing it, but at the very least they’d probably see her as less of a little girl and more of an asset to the team.

Thankfully, Sam left his laptop on and open, so Jane opened a tab and started searching. She thought to check for monsters that only target men, not anticipating how many man-hating monsters were out there. She found a pad of paper and a pencil and got to work, writing down each monster that fit the very broad criteria. She took to Wikipedia and countless conspiracy theory websites, but she couldn’t be sure if anything she was reading was too credible. Cross-referencing with some pretty legit looking mythology websites, Jane collected notes about each monster, trying to narrow down which could be taking these men. Her list alone almost took up two pages and her notes added at least another seven.

She could tell this was going to be a grueling process, but she remained determined.

Unfortunately, Jane was cut short when she heard a voice calling, “Cas? Jane?”

Sam and Dean were home.

Quickly, Jane exited every tab she’d opened on Sam’s laptop, frantically erasing the search history as to not leave a single trace of her sleuthing. She put papers back in the order she thought they were in earlier, not having time to second guess herself. Scrambling to gather her notes, Jane ran out of the library sure to grab a book from the shelf Sam dedicated to non-lore-related books.

Jane shoved her notes in between the pages of the book just in time to run into the boys.

Both brothers looked relieved to see Jane turn the corner, but it was soon replaced by agitation.

“We’ve been calling your name for like three minutes.” Sam started.

“When you weren’t answering and Cas wasn’t here,” Dean sighed. “We got worried, kid.” “Sorry,” Jane said, showing them the book she grabbed. “I was just in the library-”

Jane noticed the way Sam’s face contorted as she revealed where she was.

“Promise I didn’t mess with your stuff, I was only trying to find a book to read or something to do since I couldn’t come to the library with you guys.” She said, taking them on a full guilt trip as a way to distract Sam from his anger.

“Right,” Dean said after a moment. “Well, we uh- we better get back to work.”

The two retreated into the library where they would spend almost the rest of the night.

Jane spent the night going through the rest of her list.

Someone was going to get to the bottom of this case, and Jane will be damned if it isn’t her.

#supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural imagine #dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel #dean winchester x reader #sam winchester x reader #castiel x reader #in a family friendly platonic way #sister winchester #reader #oc #daughter winchester #lucifer #michael #archangles #angels #demons

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thevoidbreather · 3 years

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The epic black metal journey with WITHERED LAND (interview)

Interview held by: Nenad Popović (from Helly Cherry Webzine).

Belarus. How much do we even know about this country? Mostly just things we got from media. So, just politics. That's why all the other aspects of this country are pretty unknown to us. That makes Belarus a bit exotic. Especially alternative and underground scene. Is there any, how it works? We'll try to give you answers (at least partly) with a little help of Olga Kann since she is active participant.

At the moment the most actual is hers atmospheric epic black metal project Withered Land. Album The Endless Journey was released few months ago (on digital platforms) and few days ago we got physical version on CD via Naturmacht Productions. With Olga we will talk about this debut album, about her inspiration, how she creates, thinks and as we said, about local scene. So let's start this journey.

Withered Land is not your first project. Since you come from music family, I assume making music came naturally. But please, tell us, how was your music development?

My family listened to music a lot, but did not play. And, probably, they have always been skeptical about any my undertakings. There was no one who specifically showed or advised what you need to do to become a musician. If I may say so, the street raised me as a musician.

Every person you meet in life teaches something. How you can do it and how best not to do it? I have always wanted to create music, not just play in a band, but to carry my own creativity and vision. I am a commander by nature. But from this role, when all responsibility is thrown off on one person, you also get tired sometimes. There was a time when I closed all projects and left all projects for several years. It was such a Buddhist departure from everything. To rethink why you need to move on.

But for many years now, music has been the basis of all my activities. I make the arts for albums, shoot videos / photos, I am constantly in the field of musicians. I continue to work on the several projects in completely different genres. So, I get less tired of each of them. And when there is no inspiration for one, there is often inspiration for the other.

So, in what moment and why you decided to form Withered Land? What was your motive?

The idea to form such a project was born a long time ago. But it took time to come to this. I had and still have a lot of ideas that are difficult to implement right away, and in fact, it would be wrong to implement everything at once. Every work needs to mature and I also need to grow with it. Specifically for this project, the preconditions were born out of love for symphonic classical music and for the harsh Nordic sound. And of course, a lot comes from the love of books, films, history.

Life is not always the way we would like it to be. But a person always has something that no one can ever take away from him - his dreams. In our fantasies, we can fight dragons, travel through endless universes, do absolutely anything. No one will reproach for this, will not interfere. This genre truly created by dreamers for dreamers, we create our own worlds, where you want to escape in a difficult moment or dive for a greater thrill.

However, sometimes it seems to me that there is no such style in which I would not like to create at least one album. I am a broad-spectrum music lover. So I can (or I try) create my own fairy tale where it couldn't be.

In what way was it different from your previous bands and projects?

In all my projects my task is to compose and mainly play bass. But this particular project is much more personal, both in terms of the tasks performed and in purpose. Here I feel quite natural, although this genre is not to say that my favorite or the one in which I know better. But it is quite comfortable to create in it. It does not require rush, it is made by people for people and is not focused on the commercial aspect.

This is how I see the life of this genre. Albums are like whole books here, complete works that you create when you have something to say. I really love to write lyrics, in this genre it is of great importance. Like a visual art, everything is interconnected and has meaning.

Inner freedom comes alive here. I communicate a lot with one-man projects, these are people who are full immersed in their work. They are brave enough to withstand the burden of criticism on their own, but they are also often ready to help each other, to collaborate. And each of them, like a storyteller, gives not just music, but immerses you in a whole fairy tale.

I would like to use the opportunity to ask you about Belarus scene. I know that there are some great metal concerts and here and there we get some infos about underground hardcore/punk scene. But in general, Belarus scene in kind of exotic to us. So please, tell us more about it. I am asking you this so we can understand the atmosphere and environment that you live and create in.

For me, this is also a kind of exotic. We have so many great musicians, but when it comes to getting invited to the band, many don't have the time, energy or motivation. Or they are busy with their own projects. Now the stage, like the whole society, is going through a difficult period. We are back at the time of Stalinist repression. Bands that touch politics in any way are severely persecuted, banned, and members can be arrested. I do not know how this scene will develop in the near future, besides, the pandemic adds to this all the severity.

Over the course of several years, a lot has changed, it became sadder than it was before. This is if in general. And if we talk specifically about my projects, I always do something almost without days off. I invite my foreign friends for cooperation remotely. I try to keep myself busy so as not to have time to think about how creepy the world has become.

Black and folk are probably the most popular genres in our country. But it is a pity that many talented projects are falling apart, it is not so easy to play in a full-fledged band here. Although, in my opinion, there is a good groundwork in death metal, a strong skeleton is being formed. And the core-scene deserves a special attention.

Is it hard in Belarus to find people interested enough for the underground band? Is that the main reason why Withered Land is one-woman project?

Specifically, this project was not originally conceived as a full-fledged band. In Withered Land I take a break from people, I do not expect anything from anyone and I am not disappointed. And people are not disappointed with me and my temper, haha. If we talk about other projects, then maybe yes. It's basically hard to find anything here, haha. We have a poorly developed typographic sphere, in order to print discs / T-shirts, and even at a good cost, you have to try hard in search. Also with musical instruments, amplifiers and accessories. Much has to be ordered from abroad.

There is no such concept as a manager, a producer; development of industry is late for many years. It is not surprising why many people quit this business or play for themselves at home for their own pleasure. There are enough musicians, but the overwhelming majority lacks faith in what they are doing. And for various, economic, family, psychological reasons, they leave the business sooner or later.

But everything suits me. In my life, there are enough people who are nearby (or a little further, hehe).

Do you wish and is there any possibility or needs (for live performance for example) to turn it into full line up band? I know Alexander did vocals for this release but I don’t know if he is regular or session member?

The only thing stopping me from turning the band into a live line-up is the pandemic and the lack of concerts, hehe. Well, also the workload with other projects may impose some restrictions. But in general, I don't see any problems with putting together a live line-up for Withered Land.

Alexander is always ready to join live performances, we play with him in several projects and he is ready for any activity. I also have fellow guitarists who are generally tired of being active, but they never mind going on tour.

So, like many others, I am waiting for the planet to return to normal.

What are advantages and disadvantages of having one-woman project?

As I noted above, there are probably only advantages in this. I do not worry about the difficulties of interaction; I completely make decisions and freely create at a leisurely pace what I want. When I need help, I can always get it. In addition, I myself actively help others; this is a common thing.

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Now let’s talk about your first album The Endless Journey. It’s atmospheric epic black metal conceptual release. I understood that your lyrics are about nature, people, inner struggle, changes and development of both, humans and nature. Where do you get inspiration from? Please tell us more about that.

It always seemed to me that the devastated land is what just surrounds me. A metaphorically scorched earth, ready at the same time to be reborn in order to then wither again.

In my lyrics, I try to convey the dualistic nature of a character or location. Try to show both the beautiful side and the unpleasant side. On the debut album, all 5 songs are 5 separate stages of the protagonist's military journey. And in each of the songs there is a certain unexpected twist. I really fell in love with this character, this lonely, noble, but suffering horseman. For me it was difficult to make such a final that turned out to be. But, I am already working on continuing his story. I'm not sure if this will be on the next album. But the continuation will be for sure.

In this album the emphasis was on everything - on music, on visuals, on lyrics. It's a whole story with a cinematic performance. If you close your eyes and listen to the material, then through the eyes of the hero you will be able to carry yourself from the beginning to the end of the journey.

It's the story of a warrior about the merciless battles, his difficult struggle and longing for home's shores. It's a gloomy narration about the esotherical experiencing death and return from other side. A story of a bitter defeat and emptiness inside, but with some hope yet. To some extent, this is a story about karma. When someone reaping death, immersing the hands in more and more blood, he shouldn't expect nothing but blood in return.

In all, I am very impressed by the story of the heroes who lost, but fought bravely, who did not retreat, even knowing that they were doomed to failure in advance.

In the future, I would really like to finish a concept album about Hannibal Barka, I was very inspired by the works of Titus Livy and some other historical literature. In general, I read a lot of different historical literature, war novels and the collective images of warriors come from there. The withered land is all that wars leave behind, at first, it is watered with blood, then it dries up. And it will take many years for everything to return to normal (maybe).

And for sure, I also inspired by nature. Belarus is a country of a thousand lakes. There are also beautiful forests here and breathtaking nature overall. It is a pity that there are no epic mountain ranges, otherwise I would disappear in the mountains for days on end. But in general, our nature is wonderful, authentic.

How hard it is to do arrangements almost all by yourself? How long was this album prepared?

In principle, not difficult, I like to do arrangements. This is painstaking work. The background to the creation of the album is much longer than its creation itself. It took a long time to make up my mind and realize that the time had come to bring the matter to the end. I was gaining experience and waiting for special inspiration.

It's always difficult to get started, but the more you do something, the better you get, just like in any matter. It is important not to stop at what has already been achieved, to constantly comprehend new things. Asking questions and comprehending the answers.

How the fans and how the critics reacted to The Endless Journey?

Mostly positive, there were a lot of kind words, and a lot of pre-orders. For a debut album, this is quite pleasant. My big greetings and respect to everyone who liked the material of the project. I don't pay much attention to criticism now, it is useful sometimes, but the time resource is limited and I try to use it as productively as possible and create something new.

Since we’re near the end of this interview, tell us what happens next for Withered Land? In what way it can evolve, by style or theme?

I've been working on new material for a long time. Songs and ideas have accumulated for several albums ahead. As I said earlier, there will be a continuation of The Endless Journey, and of course, there will be a new concept too.

I am also looking forward to the denouement of the virus story to give concert life to this project too. There will be many new songs ahead, new invited members, and some relic instruments.

We’ve reached the end. Plaese feel free to mention everything you think it’s important and we missed to mention it and send message to our readers…

Many thanks to the webzine, to everyone for their interest, who support the project and are interested in its fate. Special thanks to my friends from Evolucija band. I invite you to join the endless journey that has already begun.

You can follow the band here: https://www.facebook.com/WitheredLand/ https://www.instagram.com/withered_land/ https://vk.com/witheredland https://witheredland.bandcamp.com/releases https://open.spotify.com/artist/5w4a5XKRga0xwQDRlbCBys https://music.apple.com/ru/artist/withered-land/1575102229 https://www.deezer.com/en/artist/138192192

Naturmacht Productions: https://naturmacht.com/ https://www.facebook.com/naturmachtproductions https://www.instagram.com/naturmachtproductions/ https://twitter.com/naturmacht_prod https://www.youtube.com/c/Naturmacht/videos https://naturmachtproductions.bandcamp.com/

#interview #intervju #withered land #naturmacht productions #helly cherry webzine #nenad popovic

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Day 11 - Monday, Feb 1

Food/Drink: Coffee, Oatmeal, Pasta, Salad

I woke up remarkably groggy today, in a way I have not felt in a long time, so I had a particularly large amount of coffee today. I had four large mugs, twice my normal amount, and didn’t feel the jitters or anything that I can sometimes get with too much caffeine. I really must have slept poorly last night. Mid-day I had a small bowl of oatmeal with some berries, I also haven’t been very hungry today. My parents arrived back home in the afternoon, and my mom insisted on making a dinner, even though my dad and I said we would be just fine making something work on our own. She made a nice pasta with tomato sauce and a simple salad. It was nice to sit down together and eat after not seeing each other for a few days.

Media: Books, Instagram, Radio,

I started my tired morning by reading more of A Little Life. Every time I pick up this book it finds new ways to absolutely devastate me. I don’t know how it keeps getting sadder but it does. I did lots more reading of school material later as well. Mid-day I decided to fight my tiredness by getting out for a ski, and listened to the The Current on the radio on the way there and back.

In the afternoon I spent some intentional time on Instagram going through various furniture design pages to get some ideas flowing for an upcoming class project. I’ve started using Instagram in the way that most people use pinterest, to collect cool ideas I see. I’ve found that its algorithms seem to know me better and suggests cooler things, however creepy that is. It also feels like a bit of a cop out to go to Instagram in order to get ideas for a furniture design project, but it genuinely helps me get inspired and in the swing of ideation. It can be hard to not just want to copy thing I see, but sometimes just one cool piece I see will spark a stream of other ideas.

In the evening I worked on some furniture design models while watching a new video a YouTube creator I like, D’Angelo Wallace, posted about celebrity and influencer behavior during covid. While it can be depressing consuming this kind of material, I like the way D’Angelo presents info and his videos are always incredibly high quality. It’s nice to watch a video sharing sentiments that I feel knowing that tons and tons of people will see this, his videos get tons of views and will certainly get the attention of the very people he is talking about in the video. When that ended I just listened to a bit of music on Spotify while I finished up my work, the same playlist my friend Sam made from earlier. After that, I read more of A Little Life which I’m both excited and sad about getting close to finishing.

Purchases: None

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empty-dream · 6 years

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Me Watching Fate/Apocrypha ep 22

Remember that Naruto vs Pain best worst fight scene? Where everybody’s making crazy ass face and noodle-y stances? This is not on that scale, but it’s still this.

*Agrius!Atalanta bites Jeanne* Jeanne: “BAD KITTY! BAD KITTY!!”

Karna you’re too polite for your own good

WASN’T EXPECTING CAULES POPPING OUT HERE AND NOW BUT OKAY VERY WELCOME

But how does he come in here again? Did he just step down from his plane? Is that even possible?

Sieg: “Wait, you want to save your original master?” Caules: “Yeah they don’t have command spells anymore what’s the point?” Karna: “Because I want to. Is that weird?” Both: “Well, it’s saintly as fuck, for one thing.”

Seeing Caules negotiating is always intriguing thing for me.

CAULES TO THE RESCUE! And his unfastened collar :))

I have a question what is the exact mechanism of saving these former red masters??

Sieg: “If attacking Jeanne is your master’s order then why go after me instead?” Karna: “I have this promise with Siegfried to fight to the death and I will give up everything to do that.” Sieg: “Ooooooookay I don’t know whether to be awed or scared.”

I like the music it’s so full of pride.

And here we have another type-moon male protagonist swearing to protect the female protagonist who is stronger than him

Granted at this point Sieg is just loaded with tons of eleventh hour superpower and probably kinda more powerful than many other servants but the point kinda still stands?

Back at episode 22 of My Cat from Hell

It’s been almost 3 years and I still don’t understand why Agrius Metamorphosis has to morph into that kind of suit? Isn’t this like the prototype of Dangerous Beast?

Agrius!Atalanta evolution! Sexy-boar-beast-with-batsy-wings-and-dark-arrow-Agrius Atalanta.

Welp, people has always been like that – people. Past present and future, the nature of people hasn’t changed that much.

Jeanne: “The end never justifies the means!!!” Agrius!Atalanta: “Fuck that!!!”

Wow I like how this fight isn’t too dark and I can see what they’re doing and the viewpoint is good.

WOW she rips off her own wing o_o

I’m bracing for another luminosite eternelle but GREEN LIGHT SOARING THROUGH YESSS

IT’S MOTHERFUCKING ACHILLES HERE YOU ARE FINALLY

Achilles: “Go, Jeanne. It’s sis’ and my problem now.” Jeanne: “I fucking knew it something’s up with you two.”

I’m kinda bummed A-1 doesn’t make it explicit that Achilles really does regret not picking up the clues and just letting Atalanta goes out of control.

His face looks like a boy shyly apologizing for breaking a neighbor’s window.

Why is Semiramis so beautiful and dignified here??

Jeanne: “You seriously believe in Shirou’s humanity salvation plan?” Semiramis: “Yeah, he even told me I’d rule the world after the salvation” Jeanne: “You fucking liar. Nobody’s ruling nobody if it’s truly salvation and you just sound like a certain golden Babylonian asshole king.”

Jeanne: “So how does he plan to do it?” Semiramis: “Well, tbh, I dunno.” Jeanne: “Are you fucking kidding me”

Wow this is so vivid. Does A-1 use color play to balance the noodle figures?

How to fight nukes by Sieg!Fried: Slash the nukes apart.

I.. I do not have any words for this fight, it’s vivid and flashy and powerful.

Though I’m wondering will Mamaramis be mad that their children are destroying her fortress with nukes and lavas?

I like Karna’s armors

TASTE THE EYEBEAMS! -Karna

The eyebeams cuts Sieg!Fried’s beautiful wild long hair THAT’S CLOSE AND ALSO A CRIME

Karna can you stop praising your enemies every time you fight? My heart is going to explode

Oh shit oh shit he’s going to VASAVI SHAKTI

Karna: “What’s your name?” Sieg!Fried: “Sieg!” Karna: “Wonderful name” Me: It’s a bit uncreative but it’s made up of honor and gratitude and now that you’re saying it’s wonderful then wonderful it is.

I LOST MY SHIT WHEN I WATCHED KARNA GOING DIVA IT WAS MIDNIGHT

The look of approval between Sieg!Fried and Karna is a blessing in itself

Move, Clarent Blood Arthur vs Balmung, it’s time for the new best clash: Vasavi Shakti vs Balmung

It’s the third time he uses the command spell right? Cause I can hear Jeanne’s Sieg sense tingling with exasperation.

Sieg!Fried: “Even this is not enough-“ Astolfo: “A SHIELD DELIVERY EXPRESS COMING THROUGHHHHHHH!!!!”

Astolfo: “Are you seriously giving me your shield noble phantasm?? You’re crazy.” Achilles: “I don’t need it anymore and beside it’s my promise to sensei.” Astolfo: “Oh okay. You’re still crazy tho.”

Sometimes I wonder if at this point Achilles is ready to give everything even his life to stop Atalanta because that damn shield is too strong to be given away just like that.

Manly screaming Astolfo is something I never thought I’d need in my life

Ain’t no shield like using a world containing your life as one.

Astolfo: “Wow I didn’t expect using a shield would cause an entire trippy journey into Achilles’s entire life, isn’t this breach of privacy?” Achilles somewhere: “It’s called Achilles Cosmos what exactly did you expect from it?”

Wow wowowo the sudden creation Greek architecture buildings is just… wow. Even Karna is amazed.

The scene when Sieg!Fried and Karna race to grab Balmung is an extreme version of when two people race to grab the last pizza.

When in fight, do NOT only bring one sword! -Sieg!Fried

If this entire fight was not Sieg!Fried vs Karna but only Sieg using Siegfried’s power vs Karna, would there still be anyone who would watch this?

Karna: “Sorry for dragging you with my ego” Sieg: “No, sorry I win through Astolfo’s sudden help” Karna: “No, Astolfo’s your servant and your power. It’s still a fair fight.” Sieg: “Holy crap you are like the greatest person in this world”

I wanna bet at some point Sieg’s like ‘Why do all these heroes have enough time to talk about lots of things when they’re one and half foot into the grave?’

Karna: “Jeanne will be in danger if she finds Shakespeare.” Sieg: “Alright thanks for the info gotta go bye!” Karna: “That was fast.“

Remember when honor and chivalry in war is no good as it will only meet betrayal? No, Fate/Apocrypha isn’t about that.

Karna would die alone if he was a dick but no he wasn’t a dick and Astolfo gets that so he was willing to chat and honor him before Karna fades away.

Karna: “I believe I hardly did anything worthy of a Servant” Me: HOLY SHIT KARNA STAHP YOUR HUMILITY IS KILLING MEE

Goodbye, my kind, hero of charity.

AND HERE I THOUGHT I’D EAT MY SHOE BECAUSE THEY’D SHIFT ACHILLES VS ATALANTA TO THE NEXT EP BUT NOPE THANK GOD

Yes people, the ultimate reason why I keep up with Apocrypha is because I want to see Achilles vs Atalanta and the known result of it

I found almost nothing until today about the fight beside that one line in beastlair forum and an online translated side material and I live with only those for years SO YEAH JUDGE ME I DON’T CARE

Wow the music is so catchy

You know A-1, you can use those 3 seconds for other more important actions on scene instead of Atalanta’s panties.

On a different note, here we are seeing a rider who fights more like a lancer versus an archer who fights more like a berserker

Ow he stabs her. It hurts :(

OW her arrows come back and stabs him. It hurts too :((

Aw yis he’s cradling her, I imagined this for like 3 years and it actually is like this.

NO NONONONO NOT THIS SAD SOUNDTRACK

I’d pay for Atalanta and Achilles to have another 3 seconds to talk more.

Why is Atalanta the one crying? Pretty sure in the novel it’s Achilles who’s crying. It’s even explicitly states in the side material that it’s his very tears and heroic naivety that makes Atalanta feel a bit better in the end.

The English sub makes it sounds like she was fine falling into corruption whereas I’m kinda sure (even tho my Japanese skill is zero) she’d mean she was fine with him stopping her. Correct me if I’m wrong tho.

It kinda hurts that she disappears before he does like I imagined that they’d disappear together, I know there is the battle continuation excuse but.. He has to watch her die and isn’t that painful?

Not gonna lie. Regardless of how short their exchange is and the inaccuracy of who’s crying, I’m loving the detail of this scene. Like how he barely yet still holds her in his arms, how the blood drips on her, how he sighs a little and embraces her as soon as she wakes up as herself, how his head slightly moves as she leans closer, how she weakly caresses his cheek, leaving bloodstains, and he just closes his eyes, and how she finally disappears then he follows- Oh my it looks like I just wrote an entire fanfiction

Isn’t it funny that I ship them for fun since he hits on her which is from vol 1 and then somehow it ends up in tragedy?

Tfw you care too much of a side couple (that isn’t really a couple) way more than the actual main couple

And now all of you understand why those two are on the credit together and why it gives me feels right of the bat

Maybe Achilles’s last words were the ones he wanted to, or should have, say back at episode 19, before Atalanta fell into madness. If he did, would this not happen?

Oh shit I’m weak to when-the-ending-song-is-played-without-the-usual-credit

Holy shit I just read the actual english lyrics of the entire song and my god isn’t this too fitting for this episode??? I’m grossly sobbing.

Goodbye, my pure huntress and brave warrior.

I love when Karna’s spear completely disappears as the song ends.

As of this update, I have replayed Achilles vs Atalanta for 100 times

Semiramis: “I’m waiting for someone else, actually.” Jeanne: “Who?” Semiramis: “That damn brat who rams an airplane into my home” Jeanne: “PFFT.”

The suspicious bitch face look that Jeanne gives as she’s running to the other side of the throne room is what I’m living for

As far as Fate/Apocrypha goes, this episode is the best in terms of everything.

And my long-awaited Achilles vs Atalanta finally comes. A certain op gives a translation over that scene from the novel and as expected, it’s a thousand times more beautiful and sadder. Thank you op. I’m in peace right now.

*Glancing harshly at DW* Yo, THE REST OF APOCRYPHA SERVANTS WHEN?? We have a ton of people to reunite

NEXT: Hang on kids we got a train to Orleans

#fate apocrypha #fateapocomment #hold my heart it's still wet from sobbing all day

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Simplicité - Chapter 4.5

Happy Simplicité Saturday! (Or Sunday, idk what time it is where you are) Sorry that I’ve been so off schedule lately, but I’m gonna try my best to stick to Saturdays (feel free to yell at me if I don’t). Yep, it’s another inbetweener. I felt like there needed to be more info about the aftermath of what happened at Bianca and Adore’s. I promise this chapter is worth it. Thanks to @veronicasanders for being a fucking genius and helping me out a ton with this chapter. ❤️ TW: Angst, eye fucking, cursing. No Bianca this chapter, I’ll be saving her antics for Chapter 5. Enjoy! Have a great weekend everyone!

When Courtney finally made her way down to the parking garage, she finally felt the gravity of what she had just done. She was crushed. She climbed into her Ford Explorer and slammed the door shut behind her, letting out a long anticipated wail. She had promised herself she wouldn’t cry until she got to her car, and she was happy in that moment that she had kept that promise to herself. But she still felt like she let herself down by running out of the apartment like that. The whole situation was painfully bittersweet, proud of herself on one hand yet disappointed on the other. Especially since the feelings weren’t mutual, and never had been.

She turned the keys in her car, turning on the radio for background noise before she pushed her seat back. Pulling her knees up to her chest, she rolled herself in a small blonde ball as she wept. She shook violently as she realized Bianca would never love her the way that she wanted her to.

It would never go past a platonic relationship.

She had thought she had come to terms with that after their one night stand, but it was like her heart was cracked back open all over again. She felt good letting herself fall apart for the first time since then, her tears pouring out of her rapidly as her chest heaved. It felt good to let herself feel something other than anger.

It was unlikely that Bianca would even mention this whole altercation at work, so it’s not like anything was really going to change between the two of them. What good did she really do by confronting Bianca?

She was always the one to love more, and that was her problem. She always fell so fast for people, and Bianca was no exception. They had been best friends for so long, and she had loved her.

The problem with Bianca was that no one made her happier than her. She always made her laugh whenever she was feeling upset, and always knew how to lighten the mood.

But at the same time no one could make her sadder. Bianca had so much power over her and how she felt. She didn’t even realize the power she held until it was too late. Until she was heartbroken, crying in her car in the fetal position.

I hate you, I love you by gnash and some girl she didn’t know was playing now, and it was as if they were singing directly about Courtney. As it blared softly in the background, she realized that she wasn’t doing herself any good crying in Bianca’s parking garage in the middle of Chicago. She listened to the song in silence, letting the lyrics sink in as she relived what just happened with Bianca.

She was starting to feel depressed. She hiccuped as she continued to cry, gasping for air as she squinted her eyes shut. She was an ugly crier, much like Kim Kardashian, and never let herself truly cry for fear of wrinkles.

Tonight, she made an exception as she let her face contort in ugly positions. This was about getting it all out. After tonight, she vowed to never let herself cry about Bianca Del Rio again.

Another 10-15 minutes went by, before she started feeling calm again. Not completely okay, but calm enough to start driving.

She didn’t want to go home though. Something in her was feeling rebellious for the first time in awhile. She peered at her gas gauge, noting she had a full tank. That was a sign.

Fuck Bianca and fuck Chicago. She was gonna get the fuck out of here. Being here was doing nothing for her.

Courtney sniffled one last time, before wiping her tears from her cheek as she sat up. She pulled her seat back up, buckling herself in as she turned up the radio. Praying by Kesha was on now, and Courtney turned it all the way up as she sang along to the lyrics.

She let herself cry as she sang the words. Courtney started her car, gripping onto the steering wheel and pulled the car out of the parking garage. She made a few turns and merged onto 55, not sure where she was going but not caring at this point. She was going to go as far away as she could from this stupid city.

As she screamed along to the chorus of Kesha’s song down 55 to 90, she felt a heavy weight lift off her shoulders as Chicago blurred past her.

If she was quick, she could make it to the bar by 11:30. She pressed down on the pedal, speeding down the tollway as she blasted 101.9.

Courtney sang and cried and felt everything she had been repressing for months, and passed the Welcome to Indiana sign. She sighed in relief, rolling down her windows and letting the humidity dance across her skin as she felt the freedom from her inner saboteur.

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Earlier That Night

Adore smiled to herself as she closed her bedroom door. Farrah’s number was at her fingertips, thanks to Bianca. She let her hands dance across the screen nervously before she mustered up the courage and texted the number.

Adore: Hey, this is Adore. I hope it isn’t weird that I’m texting you!

Adore placed her phone back in her pocket as she grabbed her bluetooth stereo. She blared Lana Del Rey softly as she let herself plop on her bed for the first time since the morning. She sighed, relieved that she was finally in the comfort of her own room. Alone. She had been around people who literally judged her all day. It had been incredibly exhausting. Honestly, she would do anything for some weed right now - even though it probably wasn’t nearly as good as her California grass.

She laid her head against the pillow, happy to be able to just relax by herself. She closed her eyes, sighing as she let her mind wander aimlessly. Her phone softly vibrated against her a few minutes later, causing her to jump up a few feet in surprise.

Farrah: OMG not at all! Farrah: Is it totally weird that I was waiting for you to text me? Like, I could’ve asked for your number but it just slipped my mind.

Adore’s heart jumped at the thought of Farrah just waiting for a text from her. She could’ve asked Adore for anything she wanted and she would’ve given it to her. With the corners of her lips turned up, she began typing out a response:

Adore: You’re so blonde lmao Adore: Why DIDN’T you ask me for my number if you don’t mind me asking?

After she hit send, Adore bit her nails in anticipation. It was a risky text, a tad straightforward but she just wanted to get the theatrics over with. Adore was ditzy, but she wasn’t stupid. There was clearly something between them, whether Farrah wanted to acknowledge it or not.

Farrah: Because you’re hot ;) Farrah: Also I don’t know that much about you yet and if you’ll rat me out to B.

Adore felt her cheeks warm as she read the first text. Her smile quickly faded to a frown as she read the part about Bianca.

Adore: I’ve known B a few days, I’m no rat haha. Adore: Trust me, out of the two of us you’re the hot one. You’re fucking gorge.

Farrah: You never know. I thought Valentina was cool until she ratted me out to B for smoking weed. Good thing she doesn’t give a shit otherwise I wouldn’t have a job.

That was news. Good to know cranky wine drunk Bianca didn’t care about a little marijuana.

Adore: Who’s Valentina? Omg thank god someone else smokes. Farrah: Oh right, you haven’t met her yet. She’s Bianca’s cousin or something, idfk. She runs the front desk part time. Yesss! Do you wanna smoke with me tomorrow?

Adore felt a weight lift off her chest at the thought of smoking again. She didn’t care if it was midwestern weed, something was better than nothing. In California, she had been smoking every day since she was 17 years old. She hadn’t missed a day since she began, mostly because it helped her anxiety so much.

Adore: That’s not the only thing I want to do with you tomorrow ;)

God, she felt so cheesy typing that out and sending it. But, she wanted to make sure her attraction to her was seen loud and clear.

Farrah: I’m glad the feeling is mutual. ;) Farrah: I’ll see you tomorrow, I have to be at the salon suuuuuper early so I need my sleep!Let’s do something after work tomorrow. Adore: Goodnight!

Her heart was racing as she set her phone down on her bedside table. Adore had something resembling a date tomorrow with the lovely Farrah, and couldn’t be more excited.

She didn’t know how she was going to sleep tonight.

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Courtney arrived in Indianapolis at around 11:30 that night, just in time for open mic night at the club. She fluffed her blonde hair in the mirror, redid her lips with her Kylie liquid lipstick - she honestly hated how much she loved her products. Wiping away the run down mascara and reapplying her foundation gave her the confidence boost she needed.

“I am a fucking force to be reckoned with.” Courtney told herself as she pursed her lips in the mirror, checking all angles of her face to make sure the makeup didn’t run anymore.

I’m fucking hot, I shouldn’t be crying over a girl who doesn’t like me, Courtney thought. She sprayed her Urban Decay setting spray across her face, before closing the mirror on her car window visor.

This was a little crazy, even for her. Who just decides to drive 4 hours to another city in the middle of the night? She snapped a picture of herself in the car for Snapchat, making sure the Indianapolis geotag was underneath her selfie as she published it to her story.

They could all eat her heart out.

Finally satisfied, (and high on adrenaline) Courtney stepped out of the car, and strutted down the busy street towards the club entrance. It was an hour later in Indie then it was in Chicago, so the 12:30 am clock confused her at first until she realized the time difference.

As she flashed her ID to the bouncer, she spotted a very attractive looking blonde a couple of feet ahead of her. Right on cue, the blonde made eye contact with her as she gave her a once over. Courtney bit her lip, flipping her blonde hair over her shoulder, as the other girl eyed her hungrily, thirsting for the attention.

The girl was beautiful, dressed in a sheer crop top and leather shorts. She had a long torso, and a sparkly belly button ring dangled against her navel as she laughed at something one of her friends nearby said. Her eyes made her way back to Courtney, clearly delighted with the sight as she scanned her body as well. Courtney’s heart fluttered, a warmth reappearing to her face as she let the girls eyes linger.

Finally, she got fed up with the eye fucking, and wanted to see more of this girl. ASAP. Courtney cleared her throat, and confidently strolled over to the blonde and her friends. For the first time in months, here she was not caring about commitments or relationships. Just wanting to have some fun in a city far away from all of that.

Sometimes it was good to be a little self indulgent.

#simplicité #biadore #farradore #multi chap

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Bad Love

Armin X Candy oneshot smut

In which she worries about the illegal stuff he could be envolved but it is somehow hot.

~NSFW AHEAD! EVERYONE IS 18+~

enjoy <3~

"Is it true, Armin?" An anguished Candy said to her boyfriend. They were dating for a few months, and their feelings for each other would only grow. However, he recently acquired a police record, and could go on trial. Since then, a lot of rumors and scandals spread around Sweet Amoris High. Candy was extremely worried for her boyfriend and at same time scared, because she didn't know if he was hiding anything from her. Candy knew she needed more than ever to have a good talk and be frank with him. They had agreed to meet on his house, she would sleep there for the night, since we wasn't really allowed to go out for anything more than school. There she was, sitting beside him on his bed, asking the geek all sorts of questions. "You... wouldn't understand." Armin replied, while looking away from her eyes.

"Armin... Everyone is worried. Alexy won't stop asking me for new info on you." Candy said. "It's Alexy. He will get over it. He thinks just because we share a birthday we need to share a life as well. Silly." Armin visibly annoyed sighed. Despite being close for all their lives, lately Armin was bit distant from his twin. And this was something that saddened Alexy a lot, although Armin didn't seem to be so bothered by it, which was unlike him. Candy put both hands on his face and made him look at her, and softly in a sweet tone affirmed: "Armin. Dear. My honey. I love you. I know you. I know something's wrong and this is not like you. Please, tell me what's going on."

She then kissed him. Armin sighed in relief, and held Candy's hand. He stroked her fingers for a while, before placing his right hand in her hair and gazing into her eyes. "Are you sure you want the truth? Do you think you can handle the truth?" The gamer boy asked his lovely girlfriend. She just nodded, still apprehensive about what was going on. "I'm a dirty, dirty, dirty criminal, Candy." He confessed to her, with a smug grin on his face. Candy chuckled. He had to be kidding right??! Right...? "Stop joking around, Armin." The young girl nervously said to boyfriend, before slowly taking away both of her hands from his. "Heh. I wish I was joking. But it's okay. You deserve to know the truth." the brunette boy whispered into her ear, which gave her chills down on her spine. He quickly got up from his bed and grabbed his notebook that was over his nightstand. An uncommon place, since his notebook would usually stay on his writing desk.

He unplugged the computer from its charged and threw himself back on his bed. He sit in a comfortable position while crossing and positioning his back against the wall. As he placed the notebook on his lap, Candy leaned herself closer to him. He turned it on, and accessed some weird websites Candy didn't know. He just turned the screen to her and showed her a thread on a forum. "Heist plans???" Candy shrieked. "Are you robbing banks??" Upon hearing that, her lover laughed. "No, you silly! That's the name of the group I founded." He answered her, before becoming completely quiet for a few seconds. He suddenly felt a shot of adrenaline, probably from the coffee mixed with energy drink he drank earlier. He was reveling for his sweetheart he had yet to tell anybody. He knew it was the right thing to do. At least, it was what he thought. "First of all, I'm not a bad guy. I know what I did and I have no regrets." He pronounced his first sentence, before looking to the lady who sat beside him, waiting for any kind approval and rejection.

To his surprise, her reaction was null. She just kept looking at him with an idle expression waiting for more words to come out of his mouth. "So..." He continued. "You pretty much know that I know how to hack. I mean, what I did with Iris and stuff. The catch here is: It wasn't the first time I did that." "What do you mean, hacking or helping people?" Candy inquired, while putting her left hand on his right knee, showing concern and curiosity to his story. "Both, actually" He smiled. "The group I created, “Heist" was about that. I've been doing this for a while now, I never thought I would be caught." He muttered to himself, in a bittersweet tone. "So... You've been hacking people but this somehow... Helps people? How is that not a bad thing, Armin?" Candy chuckled. She, while being shocked over the fact he, in fact, did illegals things, was relived it wasn't anything like murder or robbery, as the rumors around school told.

"Ah Candy. My sweet, beautiful, naive Candy. I bet you never asked Alexy why we were enrolled at Sweet Amoris on the middle of the semester, right?" The black haired boy teased the brunette girl, in a mocking tone. "I actually did, but he never managed to answer me so I just gave up." She replied. "So that's when the story of "Heist" begins." He spoke, before starting to his next sentence. "A long time ago, on a faraway land, lived two boys. They were identical twins and their names even started with the same letter. They looked almost the same, they both had pitch black hair and goofy expressions. Their parents could only tell them apart from the color of their eyes." As Candy realized he would be telling story of his childhood, she put her left hand that was on his knee and firmly grasped his free hand, as the other was on his notebook. She kept listening to him.

"They had a fairly normal life, apart from being both social awkwards. One day, however, things had to change." Candy felt her heart beat faster as she saw his expression change from a happy one to a sadder look. "The twins weren't so little anymore. They had their own interests and wanted to be taken serious as individuals, not to be seen as just "The Twins." They were 14 now and finishing middle school. One of the twins, tired of being mistaken with the other, decided to bleach his hair. The once, black haired boy, was now blonde. A lot of people thought he looked nice. And he did! But however... There weren't so many kind people around." Armin looked like he was about to cry. But he kept it in. "Both brothers were known for being joyful kids, even though the black haired twin was a bit more social awkward than his brother and also a bit of a shut in. The thing is, some people. Some Jerks. Saw the blonde boy kissing another boy on the lips.

He was curious. He didn't know why he didn't like girls like all the other boys from his homeroom class. The boy he kissed was one of the jerks. He pretended to be into the boy just to have some proof he was gay. Awful, right?" Armin's beloved felt her heart shatter a bit. He was only in the beginning of the story, and it already had so much pain. She kept listen his story even more precisely than she was before. "So! Hell begun to run loose. People would throw garbage at the blonde boy, to kick his ankles, pull his hair, and shout all kind of homophobic shits to his face. And the worst part of all of this?? He pretended it was fine! When he wasn't! He knew that! He would come home and spend an hour crying in his then shared bedroom with his brother. One day however... He couldn't make to school. He became sick. Maybe because of the injuries? Who knows? He could also be very much pretending. He became sick during the weekend, and his parents allowed him to stay home during the whole week. Although he appeared sad to be losing a whole week of class, he was dying with joy inside. That's when his not so smart brother plotted his little plan."

Armin finished his sentence, with a faint cry coming from his voice. He closed his eyes and squeezed Candy's hand tighter, before extending his memoir. "That Sunday night, when everyone was sleeping, the dumb twin searched around his brother's stuff and found a handful of hair bleach. That same night, he bleached all of his hair. He had no idea something that looked like a shampoo bottle could hurt so much. It felt like his scalp was burning. He swore it would bleed. But it didn't. His respect for his brother grew even more that night, because he went through that painful process every month just to keep a beautiful hair. The following day, he went to school earlier, so he wouldn't need to be seen by his parents. He was determined he plan wouldn't fail. He went to school. Everyone thought he was his twin. He felt bad. He was so unremarkable no one even remembered to look at the color of his eyes. It didn't take long to the long session of micro aggressions and violence to start. However, it wasn't that bad until the classes ended." Armin opened his eyes, and looked Candy right through hers.

"After classes ended and the boy was leaving, happy, because he made his brother escape from the beating. But, once he arrived at the bus stop for his home, he was dragged. He was dragged to a dark alley. He felt fuzzy from the sudden drag, when he came to his senses, he discovered he was in the middle of a circle formed by the people who would usually beat up his brother. In that moment, he knew he was fucked up. Before he could even react, one of the jerks threw a rock on his head, which made him fall over. Right after that, another kid stole his backup. And... Before he could get up, three kids started to kick him real hard. They hit his head, his back, his groin, everywhere they could. He didn't even have a chance to fight back, so he just lied down in a fetal position to protect his internal organs. Hah! And he thought a bit of bleach was the worst pain ever. He could feel blood from his forehead going down on his nose and then mouth. He never thought his blood would taste so metallic. He started to felt disoriented, seems that so much beating heated up the adrenaline on his body, which made him stop from feeling much pain at the moment, only a few sharp aches from inside. He passed out. When he woke up, he was alone in the alley, with no bag, no cellphone or nothing. He was mugged. All that could dork think is that he was smart enough to not bring a game console to school that day. And how much he was happy that he was the one who got his ass kicked, not his brother."

Candy was about to cry. She could never imagine how painful that must have felt and how much Armin loved his brother. She silently hugged him. They kept hugging in silence for a few good minutes, before he broke the hug to continue his tale. "Since he had no cellphone and no money, he couldn't get back home. So he went back to school to be able to telephone his parents to pick him. Despite the crushing pain, he was happy. He felt like a hero. He entered the school, and after going through the gates, he passed out again. When he woke up, he was in a hospital bed. The diagnosis? Two broken ribs and several injuries. He came to his senses and found his parents and brother staring at him worried sick and with so many questions. He started to explain his plan, and told them about the stuff his brother was going through and accidently outed him for his parents, in front of him. Whoops." He snickered on the last part. "The following days, were his recover at home from the excruciating pain. The worst part was not feeling like he had been run over every day, but the fact his brother was not talking to him. He felt horrible for being outed of the closet by him, and having his "secrets" reveled to their parents.

"I could take care of it" You didn't need to do that! Look at you now." He would shout. Afterwards, they changed school before the year was over. The twin who had his ass kicked dyed his hair back to black while his brother decided to dye his red. But, when they started at the new school, he wouldn't let things get like that again. He studied hacking. He studied hard, more than any object at school he should be studying for!" Armin laughed, after the traumatic part, he seemed to be having fun telling his lover about his then so "secret" past. Candy laid her head on his shoulder, and kept paying attention to all words coming out from his mouth. "Anyway, I'll stop referring to myself in 3rd person. This is starting to bother me. Besides the story gets shorter here anyways. So, when Alexy and I moved to our new school, we acted cool. We were new and nobody knew us. Things we're good, but I wasn't going to be dumb again. After I learned about hacking, I meet some buddies in an online anonymous forum and I gathered them. I told them about my plans. They found it nice. So we called ourselves Heist, no reason behind it, I just thought it sounded nice." He laughed. Now, he seemed to be having so much fun. It seems he was getting into the part of the story he liked. "We decided we need to get revenge and make society a better place. We need to get rid of those people. Those people, Candy, had corrupt hearts, vile minds. They were evil and disgusting. My little group vowed that we needed to rebel and fight to change world even if that meant to perform illegal activities to reach true freedom."

He stated. Candy started to get anxious, she was finally getting to know what his crime was. Still with her head resting on his shoulder, she held his hand. He was warmer than usual, and he was usually really warm. "Anyway, we were a bunch of hackers who wanted to do harm to shitty people. I discovered stuff about the fuckers who beat me up, and spread a lot of shit about them anywhere. I couldn't cause them real harm, so I did virtual harm. Yeah. We felt like Gods, to be honest. Kinda stupid when I think about it. Anyway. Everything was going well with me doxxing people and homophobic slums who dared to say anything to my brother, until one day, one of the pals of my group started doing blackmail and leaking nudes... That wasn't the kind of stuff I did. So I closed our group." The boy finished his sentence. "So, you were arrested for leaking information? How did you ended up in our school?" Candy asked. "Ah, it wasn't fun... Someone from our old school tried to commit suicide and it turns out it the person from my group that was doing the blackmail stuff. It was a horrible atmosphere. Alexy had just ended his first relationship so it was hard seeing his ex everyday. So he wanted to change schools. I could convene our parents to put us in Sweet Amoris because of that and because I was failing my grades. But in reality, I just wanted to escape the chance that what the blackmailer did could fall onto my shoulders. I bit coward of my part, but I closed the group anyway. So, there were us. New students again. Alexy dyed his hair blue but I think red suited him better..." "So that's the whole story?" Candy asked.

"Kinda. I mean... Thanks to Iris' situation, I re-opened my group to seek help to find her harasser. Only to no avail. Everyone seemed dead, except one member. The blackmailer from my old school. He didn't respond me at all, but he was there. Anyways, we found out it was Charlotte so I closed the group again but whatever. I think the blackmailer leaked information to the police about me leaking information or is trying to pin his crimes on me. I don't care because I know I'll be able to get out of this, one way or the other. However..." He looked down and sighed. "I'm just sad Alexy thinks I hate him or anything. I can't tell him what I did. But, you know Candy? Everything I did, I did it for him." He finished telling his story, and then proceeded to give his sweetheart a kiss on the forehead. "I'm glad you didn't do anything serious." Candy relieved remarked. "Candy!! Candyyyyy!! I doxxed people, and spread lies! I'm a dirty criminal!" He laughed. "But, as I said, I have no regrets. Society is better without those damn homophobes and jerks. Besides..." He changed his tone to a soft one, while leaning his head over hers. "If I go to jail, will you visit me, right?" He said to his girlfriend, in a smug tone. Candy giggled. "Well of course you silly. But seriously. I'd have never imagined you and Alexy went through all of that. Both of you are so brave. You may have done illegal stuff... But I admire your motive. You were protecting your little brother. Don't worry, I'll never tell anyone." She confessed, followed by a kiss on his cheek. Armin blushed a bit, and hugged her tightly.

"Thanks my love. You have no idea how much that makes me happy. I love you." He then kissed her heavily, in a way that wasn't appropriate for minors, while stroking her hair. Candy broke the kiss to catch a breath, since his kiss was way too suddenly. She took the liberty to close his notebook, which was almost falling from the bed, and to put it on the floor, so they could have the bed all to themselves. Candy placed herself on the top of his boyfriend, and started to tease him. She was felling so happy that Armin could trust her enough to tell her what was going on and that his situation wasn't so bad that she wanted to have him for her a little bit. She started to poke his nose playfully. "So, I'm dating an outlaw? What will my parents say?" She grinned. Armin wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her collarbones three times. "Mm. I'm sure they're gonna get mad at you. And we don't want that do we? I've been a bad boy, sweetheart. I need some punishment." He said, as he unwrapped his arms around her to be able to put her hands on the back of her head and bring it closer to him, so he could give her a deep and passionate kiss while still feeling her lap on his. The girl, while being kissed, started to stroke his chest with her index finger. He was wearing a tight raglan long sleeve shirt, which was perfect to feel the firmness of his body. "What should I do with you?"

She mumbled into his ear, before softly biting it and advancing to lick his neck sensually. Armin moaned smoothly. She had hit his weak spot. He loved sooo much the way her tongue felt on his neck, the mix of ticklish sensations with the warmth of her saliva turned him on so bad. But not as much as her nibbling it. He quickly grabbed her waist with his right hand, while the left one rest on her butt. She was wearing a crop top with matching leggings. Thanks to the crop top, her stomach was exposed, so he could feel her soft and warm skin while she ardently kissed and bit and his neck. With his left hand, he slapped her ass before speaking to her. "Gimme more, sweetie, come on. Show me what a nasty crimeboy like me deserves." He taunted his lover. She stopped biting his neck to give him a smug glare. She then knocked him down so he was fully laid down on the bed. So she positioned herself exactly on top of his groin, and after made him stretch both of his arms to be able hold his wrists so he had his mobility restricted. Then she started to rub her lady parts onto his jeans. Since Candy was wearing leggings, that made him being almost fully able to feel all of her. He closed his eyes and smiled. Felt a rush of blood emerging on his cheeks and blood rushing to the lower part of his body, as his girlfriend rubbed more and more her part onto his. He felt some kind of pressure as his member kept getting harder and wanting release from his tight boxers and jeans.

Candy felt his erection pressing against her vagina, which made her get wet. She was horny, and wanted to have sex with him so bad. But at the same time, she wanted to tease him to no end, until he begged to have her. Candy released her hands from his wrist, and undressed herself from her crop top, before tossing it around in the bedroom. She proceeded to rub her nipples through her delicate cotton bra, they were hard from all the fun they were having. Armin opened his eyes and admired the little show she was doing for him. He lifted his head and upper part, and put his hands on both of her breasts, and opened the clasp of her bra, which was located in the front. Candy slapped his hand and said: "Not yet, delinquent." Armin laid down again, feeling his lower part get more and more uncomfortable as he felt his boner pressing even harder against his pants. Candy closed the clasp, and stopped dry humping him. She laid down completely on top of him. Kissed his lips, and didn't let him put his tongue inside her mouth. She lowered herself and placed her head on the same level as his groin. She licked his pants and heard him moan. As she raised her head to take a look at the lustful expression on his face, she undressed her leggings, and let her panties with a wet stain show. She rubbed her sex through her panties and let her finger get wet. She unzipped his pants and gazed at him with desire on her eyes. "Enjoy." She sensually demanded.

Candy then finally undid his belt and lowered her pants and boxer, letting his erection free. She grasped his cock with her right hand while the left one caressed the thin layer of hair he had down there. She liked when he left a little of hair, because stroking it felt like touching the softest velvet-like fabric that could exist. She pulled back his foreskin, leaving his tip with a thick layer of precum exposed. She licked it with ardor, and heard her boyfriend moan. Candy started to stroke the length of his dick while played with his balls with her free hand. She knew how to make him feel good, and damn, would she make him feel good. While she masturbated him, she sucked his tip. She licked and made it moister than ever with her saliva. After working for a while on his tip, she started to work on the rest of his penis. She tasted his full length of 6.5 inches, and took it all inside her mouth. The black haired boy let a loud moan escape after he felt how hot, soft and wet it was inside her mouth. He bit his shirt to muffle his voice, as he was afraid of someone hearing him. She sucked him vigorously for a few minutes, before he decided to give up.

Armin used his hands to pull her head out of his dick and decided to take control of the situation by grabbing her by the shoulders and pulling her against the wall, pressing her on it. He hugged her by behind and got rid of his pants and underwear, so he could have some mobility in his legs. "Let's stop playing games, huh? We know who's the boss here." He murmured. After, he finished positioning himself right behind her, so his erection could rest in her butt. He grabbed one of her breasts and stroked and pinched her nipple, while the other hand worked on pulling down her panties. While he played with her breast and kissed her neck, he put his middle finger gently inside her while caressing her clit with the index one. He felt her pussy getting wetter while she moaned hard. She, trying to grasp some senses, finally got rid of her bra. Now she was completely naked and vulnerable to any of his advances.

"Yes... Keep going." She mumbled under her breath in response to his provocations down there. He laughed. Damn, she looked so cute and sexy when she was like this. He was a dork for her. He stopped kissing and biting her neck, lowered his head and started sucking one of her breasts, while his other hand continued massaged the other one. Down there, he started thrusting his finger inside her faster, and put his index finger inside together with the middle one. "Hmm. You're so wet. How does it feel to be fucked by a criminal, huh?" He teased her, while pushing his fingers inside her faster. "Ahh. Feels.. Amazing." She replied, under her faint breath. She then, turned around from the position of facing the wall she was, so she could be facing his face. Armin stopped playing with her parts, and tightly hugged her, while being lasciviously kissed and having his hair stroked by Candy's delicate fingers. He thrusted his hips so he could position his penis in the entrance of her vagina. He broke the kiss and stopped hugging her, so he could finally strip from his shirt. Candy hugged him, and asked: "So honey, where's the condom?" "Oh." He replied.

"Listen, bad boys like me don't like wearing condoms. How about we go raw this time?" He inquired, trying to act cool outside but actually sweating bullets inside. Candy felt a bit disoriented. They have had sex before, for sure, but they always used a condom. Candy had thought about doing it without one before, but she never suggested. She wondered how it'd feel, and since they were each other's first, they wouldn’t get any STD, right? She thought for a while, before answering him: "Yes, ok, let's do it. But cum outside, ok?" "O-Of course." He stuttered. He wasn't actually expecting for her to accept it, so he kinda lost his coolness and started to be the same dork as always again. He had read about how sex without a condom would feel, and always wanted to try, because it seemed so much better. At the same time he was excited for getting on the next level with his beloved, he was a bit afraid of hurting her. They positioned themselves to a missionary position, Armin was nervous as hell, despite knowing how sex felt like, he didn't know it fully felt like. Once the tip of his penis was positioned in the entrance of Candy's vagina, he asked if he could go on. She nodded. He then calmly inserts his cock inside her, while paying attention to her reaction. She moaned as he inserted all of his length inside her. She loved the way the smooth, hard penis skin felt against hers. Armin felt amazed.

"Holy shit, it does feel way much better." He thought. He could feel every muscle spasm and contract, felt her vagina changing shape to accommodate his cock. She was so tight that it was like her body was trying to push him out, and hold on to, at the same time. He couldn't help, but moan as he pushed faster and got more of her. Feeling his bare cock exploring her insides made his sweetheart feel extreme arousal "Yes, yes, yes, keep doing that." She screamed, before putting her hand on her mouth to muffle her screams. Hearing Candy moan with such desire while asking for more, was a major turn on for him. He barely could keep it inside anymore. Doing it without a condom made him more sensible. "Ughh You're so thick." Candy groaned, as he thrusted his hips faster and harder. Armin loved when he got compliments about his sexual acts, he felt like he was doing a good job. However, pulled his dick out of her as he felt he could orgasm at any moment. He jerked a bit and came in his hand. Candy looked a bit disappointed because it didn’t last long as it usually would when they do it normally. Armin cleaned his cum on the shirt he was wearing that rested somewhere in the bed, laid down beside Candy, panting and sweating.

"I-I'm sorry, I couldn't last long." He apologized. "It's okay." She laughed. "I had lots of fun." "Are you sure? I mean, you didn't even come." Armin told her, in a worried tone as he didn't like to feel he was the only one who had fun. "Yes, I'm pretty sure. Besides, I'll be here tomorrow. I'll have something for you to eat out." She teased. Armin laughed, kissed her on the lips and passed out of exhaustion almost immediately. That was one of his problems in bed, he would always sleep after doing it. Candy didn't mind, she loved sleeping with him, especially when both of them were naked. But now, she needed to go to the bathroom. Armin lived in a single room, no fancy master bedroom with bathroom here. Candy needed to go out for relive herself, which sucked. It was nice to lay comfortably beside her completely naked boyfriend. Candy grabbed one of Armin's oversized T-Shirts that were lying on floor together with other dirty clothes. He really needed to do his laundry. Candy hit the hall, not really worried if someone was gonna see her wearing only a dirty T-Shirt, since it was about 2 AM.

Once she got to the bathroom, it was occupied but it became vacant the moment she arrived. Alexy got out of it, and greeted her. "Oh, hey there" He nervously said. He was still worried sick about his brother. Candy, for a moment, recalled everything her boyfriend had told her earlier that night. She didn't answered her friend's greeting, instead, hugged him tightly. "Don't worry, Alexy. Everything will be fine. Armin cares and loves you deeply. You are so brave." She told him. Alexy was a bit confused for her telling so sudden he was brave, but hey, it was a compliment. He relaxed a little when she told him everything was going to be fine and that his brother loved him. He knew he could trust her word. "Thaaankk youuu!!" He said, while shaking her during their hug. He then broke their hug and before letting the girl go to the bathroom, he said: "By the way, my little sister-in-law..." He then chuckled. "The walls are thin. I can hear you... Uhhh.. "Agreeing" a lot with my brother, but could you two keep it down next time? There are people trying to sleep here, you know!" Candy hid her face from shame, and proceeded to lock herself in the bathroom. Alexy laughed. He had his revenge for not getting his sleep beauty that night.

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zodiac shooting star mixtape & fragrance for Eg(any aus) & Ria & Sov plz

[ ♡OC ask meme ♡ ]

By question:

zodiac: what’s their sign? does it influence theirpersonality? do they care about astrology?

Egeire Mahariel & Egeria “Ria” Surana:

As Egeire is a derivative of Egeria and Egeria is originally aSelf Insert, both are born in the twelfth month, known as Cassusor Haring. Unfortunately if I ever nailed down a date fortheir birthday/s I absolutely cannot find it.They very likelystill both fall in the range for Sagittarius, though. I don’t thinkit terribly influences their personalities, though I am very biasedby years of being umimpressed with the common astrology babble of“Sagittarius is an extrovert who loves adventures and excitementand is changeable and spontaneous!!1!!1“ Ria would probably payastrology no mind and Egeire would probably mostly do the same but heis also absolutely the type to lowkey look up sign compatibility withpeople he gets crushes on.

In the Chinese zodiac, they were both born in 9:08 I believe,which if you translate that straight as 908, means they’re EarthDragons. I… think.

Soveliss Liadon:

yeah I’ve got 0 idea when Sov was born. soz fam. if it becomesimportant to his backstory or if aub develops any Cool Year Info NShit maybe I will figure that out but honestly I never come up withcharacter birthdays until it comes up. which is not often. I don’teven have any real vibes for seasons they all seem Fine.

shooting star: if your OC(s) could have one wish whatwould it be?

Egeire Mahariel

Perhaps… peace, or maybe life depending on the timeframe. Peacebeing the ability to be cured of the Taint in his blood and live alife that makes him happy with the people who make him happy.Alternatively, life– namely, Tamlen’s. He feels guilty aboutTamlen’s death for a long time. Even if Tamlen isn’t his…Egeire wants his friend to live a full life and die a death not inagony.

(Egeire’s wish for peace extends to any Warden Egeire AU, but inWAW!AU imagine his life wish expanding. it would probably take quitesome rules-lawyering to keep it from being disastrous, but what ifEgeire could undo so much sorrow? Tamlen lives, and so does anybodyfrom Clan Sabrae who might have perished in the Blight. The Circle isnot ravaged, and so many mages who were locked behind heavy doors andleft to die have a second chance at life. Hundreds of soldiers, lostat Ostagar and beyond, return home to family and loved ones.Consultation is probably needed to keep his tongue from erring intosomething unwise, but what if the past year did not need to be soakedin so much grief? And, well… he has plenty of role modelsfor ambitious goals, now.

Royals AU Egeire would consider it, and… honestly find hedoesn’t want for much. He is happy with Denoreth, and unlike theother royals AU, this Egeire is not as scarred by Cyrron beforeCyrron is eliminated from his life. His training with Cyrron isultimately what allows him to keep Denoreth safe, in fact, and evenDen likes watching him fight. so Egeire would probably just wish forsomething like eternal prosperity upon both their kingdoms or somesuch.

Fugitives AU Egeire probably has an interesting wish: A life wherehe is never taken and broken by Cyrron, but still gets to meet andend up happy with Denoreth like he is now, without the trauma.Failing that, the follow-ups would be erasing the aftereffects ofsaid trauma, or him and Denoreth having a life of comfort where theynever have to struggle to get by again, like they did when they firstfled their past lives)

Egeria Surana

I think the big thing that would address a lot of Ria’s hurts inlife would be equality; if elves and mages and non-Andrastians wereon even footing with humans (etc), maybe then she and those who comeafter her wouldn’t have to worry about mages (some of themso young) leaping from high windows or choosing Tranquility,and elves wouldn’t suffer in alienages, and she would not feel socaught on a tightrope between Warden and elfmagegirl, the latter ofwhich also becomes a real threat to her relationship with Alistair.It is a gigantic scale wish, but it’s one concept, and itwould likely be hers.

Post-Inquisition, the wish she makes probably wouldn’tchange… but honestly, on the inside, she just wants Alistair backfrom the Fade.

Soveliss Liadon

There are two major angles Sov can wish for: past and future. Onthe one hand, he could have everything he lost back. The monks couldlive again, he could have a home, they could perhaps reconcile, andhe could spend like a week straight just crying and holding onto eachand every one of them for dear life.

But on the other hand, there is the future. There is him as anadventurer, a warlock, and a traveling acolyte. For the future, hiswish would likely be power. Knowledge, magic, and control farbeyond his current comprehension. With enough magic he could protectwhat few things he still cares about, and fulfill his duties toKelemvor in protecting others and striking down undead. With enoughmagic, he might not feel so small compared to his patron, though hewould not be able to fathom being on equal footing (or being morepowerful than?) his dear patron, an archfey. With enough magic… hecould perhaps bring his family of monks back himself, or at least putthem to rest so they no longer haunt the halls of the monastery. Sogiven the choice, Soveliss would probably wish for magic, power, andknowledge.

What could possibly go wrong?

Under the cut: mixtape & fragrance

mixtape: 5 songs that describe your OC(s) or songsthey themselves would like

Answeredhere for normal Egeire, Egeria, and Soveliss.

Royals AU Egeire:

1. “TheBest Is Yet To Come” - Frank Sinatra (once Egeire and Denorethfinally get to the point of being in love… things are reallylooking up)

2. “I Lived” - OneRepublic (being very suddenly thrown into an arranged marriage feels a bit like being thrown to the wolves, but perhaps by the end of everything, he will have finally lived a life of his own choosing.)

3. “Collide” - Howie Day (tentative, sweeter love song for boys gettin’ to know each other)

4. “Float On” - Modest Mouse (chill song about carrying on through setbacks, bc hey that’s p much all Eg can do at this point)

5. “Any Way You Want It” - Journey (surprise most of this AU rn is young princes falling in love and holding onto themselves despite the politics as much as possible)

Fugitives AU Egeire:

1. “TheOnly Exception” - Paramore (Egeire learned from Cyrron thatlove was fickle and fleeting and led only to hell and heartbreak, andDenoreth had figured out pretty quickly that getting attached topeople was a fool’s errand, but…)

2. “Be OK”- Ingrid Michaelson (Poor tol has spent so long being torn topieces and scrambled and he just… wants to have the partsof himself he lost back)

3. “Field of Innocence” - Evanescence (The sadder half of the above coin. Flip-flopping between wanting to Be OK again and just wanting to go back to before he was ever hurt.)

4. “Jump the Fence” - Mother Mother (Fleeing and freedom and not necessarily goodness, only looking out for themselves and going straight back to merc work and profiting (surviving) off of doing richer bastards’ dirty work)

5. “Give Me A Sign” - Breaking Benjamin (Just. Boys gotta hold onto each other and try to keep each other together through financial struggling and moral conflict and internalized shit and the scars will remain but they can too.)

Bonus: “Home”- Phillip Phillips (could apply to both AUs, really. everything is uncertain- and inFugitives AU especially even terrifying- but they will have a home.This new place will be home, one day.)

fragrance: what do your OCs smell like?

Egeire Mahariel:

Canon/WAW: Leather and sweat typically, from being out on the road, often with some measure of blood. When they get to Vigil’s Keep and there’s room for fancy soaps and shit, he would probably be particular to pine or herbal scents or smth.

Royals: really it’s going to be like soap and scented oil rubbed into his hair or halla and sweat and there’s not a whole lot of in-between

Fugitives: When Denoreth first meets him, it is the light, almost undetectable scent of salt water and ocean breeze. This lingers through most of their encounters, at varying degrees of intensity, until they make their break for it– that day is just sweat and fear, ironically as they are surrounded by the real sea and eventually have their final confrontation with Cyrron. After that, Egeire never smells of the ocean again. He likes apple and water lily and honey scented soaps, and the smell of flowers often lingers on him when he leaves his room. He also specifically keeps unscented soap around for when they’re working.

Egeria Surana:

Scents don’t cling to her much. Soap and books if anything, in the Circle. Sweat on the road. Likes flowery soaps once she can get her hands on them. Still only lingers for so long, though.

Soveliss Liadon:

Pre-adventuring Sov mostly smelled like old, old books and incense. Adventuring Sov probably smells of pretty little considering he is extremely ready and willing to basically prestidigitate off layers of skin to keep himself fairly clean. Dusk of the New Morning Soveliss probably smelled like dust and food, while Here There Be Kerbolds Soveliss (aka current Sov which is absolutely getting a The Adventure Zone reference name bc of the Abraca-Fuck-You quote) probably smells like either linen or faintly of swamp (bc grumblegrumble it takes /so much prestidigitation/ to get swamp water out and he’s probably still going to have to wash so much shit after this is over).

#oracleanswers #mossandrock #Egeire Mahariel #Egeria Surana #Soveliss Liadon #one day I will be able to come up with my own one-liners but in the meantime fuck it let's just kill the table with quotes #also just imagine the au in which WAW Egeire can't rules-lawyer that wish to perfection #and he is offered a choice #either a smaller scale wish #or he gets everything he wants: everyone lives #people have their loved ones back #and the timeline is reshaped in a way so as to not be broken #but he trades his own life for it #:)#and then one day Tamaris wakes up with the feeling that something is off and goes to their office #to find their desk covered in letters from their friends making fun of their latest political speech and asking after Kieran #Denoreth wakes up to his lovers in his bed - a Dalish elf and an Antivan assassin #but both of these men are blond and that Dalish elf's markings look /incomplete/ and when Denoreth is confused #his lovers - Tamlen and Zevran - are just as confused back at him #and Kylare is told that she and Tamlen went through the Blight together #'Egeire... we lost your brother at the cave lethallan- don't you remember?'#'he... when we saw him again during the blight- he was- you... you were the one to... it was all we could do'#can they get Egeire back? is he gone forever? haha who knows depends on the AU you want I guess #but fun times!#[confetti popper intensifies]

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