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dryonsenpai · 5 months

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🇬🇧🇪🇦

🇬🇧I'mma just gonna get into it cuz why not? I already expressed my opinion with lfl so idgaf anymore. If you don't like my opinion then just block me cuz I'll block all negative comments sorrynotsorry ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

The issue is the same: people can't READ & will complain about everything just to get attention or others to say "you're my hero 😍" like the crystals they are

Obviously I'm not talking about the prices, but the stories of the angel cards

People should've expected this just by reading the characters' philias like, hello? One of them is turn3d 0n by corpses & another for murdering. If that wasn't enough, read the warnings of the game. & If that wasn't enough enough, you're literally fück¡ng with Beelzebub & Leviathan while they're dying (bloodshed cards) & in addition to that, angels are not good & Rara (I love that someone calls him that way) is a cannibal 💀

"b-but obey me--" I'M TIRED OF THAT, if you wanna be a softie & play obey me then do so, but don't come at all of us saying "this is unethical cuz you're r4p¡ng the angels 😭". First, it's just a game my dude chill, second, if you feel uncomfortable just ignore it as y'all do with REAL victims, third, you can always uninstall the game & last but not least... R4p3play is a real kink about a consent roleplay.

Now, angels do end up consenting at the end (you can correct me if I'm wrong), but their whole personality is like "I hate demons so I'll never admit I liked it hooray"

I've also seen people complain about Gabi's story the most & like, as if you didn't know the character enough or you can't see the card you're gonna pay for. Welp, most of us would pay for that card if we could but ✨70 bucks paywall✨ so you can consider yourself lucky if you can afford to pay that for a single character on a game cuz most of us are studying adults without an income

Again, you may not like a story & THAT'S OKAY, but you've been warned since the beginning UvUr

🇪🇦Me voy a meter en el meollo, ¿Por qué no? Ya di mi opinión con lfl así que ya todo me vale verdura lol. Si no os gusta mi opinión bloqueadme porque igualmente voy a borrar los comentarios negativos losientoperono ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

El problema es el mismo: la gente NO sabe leer y se van a quejar por todo para tener atención y que la gente les diga "eres mi héroe 😍" como los cristalitos que son

Obviamente, no hablo de los precios sino de la historia de las cartas de los ángeles

La gente se lo tenía que haber esperado, osea, ¿hola? Uno se pone to burro con los cadáveres y otro por asesinar. Por si no fuera suficiente, hay que leer las advertencias del juego. Y si eso no fuera suficientemente suficiente, te estás tirando a Belcebú y Leviatán mientras se mueren (no sé cómo es el nombre de estas cartas en español pero ya todos sabemos cuales son) y para más inri, los ángeles no son buenecitos y Rara (me encanta que alguien le haya llamado así) es caníbal 💀

"p-pero obey me--" ESTOY CANSADA DE ESA MIERDA, si quieres ser blandito y jugar obey me adelante, pero no nos vengas con "esto no es ético porque estás v¡0l4nd0 a los ángeles 😭". Lo primero, es un juego así que cálmate tío, lo segundo, si no te gusta ignóralo como haces con las víctimas REALES, tercero, siempre puedes desinstalar el juego y por último pero no menos importante... El r4p3play (juego de v¡0l4c¡0n) es un fetiche real y consentido

Ahora, los ángeles acaban consintiendo al final (corregidme si me equivoco), pero su personalidad se basa en "odio a los demonios así que nunca voy a admitir que me gustó yupii"

También he visto que la gente se queja sobre todo de la historia de Gabi como si no conocieran al personaje o no pudieran ver la carta por la que están dispuestos a pagar. Bueno, muchos de nosotros pagaríamos por esa carta si pudiéramos pero ✨70 pavos✨ así que considérate afortunado si te puedes permitir pagar eso por un solo personaje en un juego porque la mayoría de nosotros somos jóvenes adultos sin ingresos

Repito, te puede no gustar una historia y ESO ESTÁ BIEN, pero te advirtieron desde el principio UvUr

#what in hell is bad #whb #what in “hell” is bad #地獄のどこが悪い

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bestpartofbe-lie-ve · 2 years

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I remember back when Tenoch Huerta was early announced as Namor how excited I was for the casting, specially since I knew Tenoch way before for his other works, and I literally went to my mom only to express how happy I was, and how I KNEW that the moment we started to see content of him, that when the movie came out, the thirst and ovation over Tenoch was going to be IMMENSE. I could see how even white folks would love and praise his work, even tho here in Mexico a lot of people made fun of him, when he's Mexican too, and even doubted him.

So, as you could already see, I was right. He proved all of those people who doubted him wrong, and nothing makes me happier. Seeing Tenoch's work being praised and loved, how he's the (not) white boy of the fucking month. He deserves all that and more, he's a legend and the impact he's causing amongst brown, indigenous and Mexican people is unbelievable.

And I know my English might be trash, but I felt in the need to express my happiness and gratitude over him in a language I knew most of people understand, because I think he deserves to be praised and I want people to know what he means to me, to us.

Te amo Tenoch, a ti y a tu dedicación, pasión y trabajo. Eres un chingón, y mereces todo el amor que estás recibiendo, y que aún faltas por recibir ♥️ lo que significas, el impacto que estás generando no tiene precio. De Ecatepunk para todo el mundo, poder prieto chingada madre!

#tenoch huerta #black panther #wakanda forever #namor #namor of talokan #letitia wright #ryan coogler #lupita nyong'o #danai gurira #winston duke #mabel cadena #angela bassett #dominique thorne #alex livinalli #florence kasumba #michaela coel #tenoch huerta mejia

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gremlin-writes-angst · 6 months

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Scraps to a Tank

Ive been working on this AU for a while. I'm very excited to finally post the first chapter. I'd love feed back from anyone, about anything. This is one of my favorite things I've come up with/written, and want to know how I can improve.

I am tagging some of my favorite redacted asmr writers/Tumblr pages because I'd love to have some feedback (if comfortable and have the time) but also I just want to share what I have.

This chapter is a little cheesy, so small warning for that.

1.7 k words

Fandom: Redacted Asmr/Audio

TW/CW: Quinn in other words toxic, controlling, abusive relationship. nothing graphic. This is a Boxing/Fighting Au so there is fighting, i wouldn't consider it graphic, but everyone's different so read with your own discretion.

Let me know if I missed a trigger or spelling mistake.

Please comment and reblog, it lets me know people like my stuff and encourages me to write more!!!!!!

The building was intimidating.

It wasn't tall or fancy like the buildings a couple of blocks down.

It was an average building.

An average gym.

And yet it was still so daunting.

They checked the card for about the sixteenth time.

The sign matched the card.

The dirty, crusty, crumbled-up card.

The card's appearance didn't match its meaning.

This card was their lottery ticket.

“That name doest fit you.”

They turned around, a man, a beast.

He was tall, big, rugged.

The definition of strong.

Standing right in front of them.

“Excuse me?”

“Your fighter name, it doesn't fit you. And honestly neither does this.”

His hand slowly waved around, gesturing to the alley.

“You're better than an alley fighter.”

They couldn't hold back their laugh, short and dry.

Just like Quinn’s.

“You must have mistaken me for someone else. I'm the fighter that lost.”

“I know.”

He steps closer.

Yet distanced.

He was still giving them space.

He respected them.

“And everyone and their mothers knows that fight was rigged. Though I could see it.”

Intrigued, they took a step closer.

“See what?”

“The passion. The strength, the techniques, you are a fighter.”

“I’m not.”

“You have the will to be.”

He stretched his hand out, a business card.

“I can teach you.”

“So this guy approached me today.”

All Quinn did was grunt and roll away from them.

“He says he can teach me how to fight.”

Their excitement was palpable.

“I already did.”

The air tensed as he fought to dampen their excitement.

For once, he failed.

“No, like real fighting, I looked up the name on the card. His dad is Gabriel Shaw, like Gabe Shaw!”

They hadn't felt this hopeful for a long time, and they wished Quinn would share their interest, at least a little, at least for once.

“Gabe Shaw, like the 3 time champi-”

“Two time, I recognized the name, he died before the last fight.”

The air tensed more.

Quinn was good at pushing things to their limit.

Even the air.

They hated it.

It was sicking.

They were sick of it.

Sick of Quinn.

“I think I'm going to take him up on it, he doesn't fight anymore, but from what I saw he’s good, just as good as his dad, and his fighters get pretty far. I could be a real fighter, I could learn real techniqu-”

“I already taught you real shit, and we already win.”

He moved fast and with anger.

Out of the bed he charged at them.

“Quin-”

“We already win. You're getting too cocky. Winning isn't about the fight itself, winning comes from the fuckers that bet, the poor drunk suckers we trick with the fights. That's how we win. You are no fighter, you know that. I’ve shown you that.”

He looked into their eyes, he didn't have to threaten them.

Not with details at least.

They knew it all too well.

That look in his eyes.

The tone in his voice.

It was all he had to do.

And he knew it.

And he loved it.

He smiled, wicked and calm. Like this was normal, they supposed it was.

They didn't want it to be.

Not anymore.

His hand reached for their forearm.

“Let us get to bed now precio-”

They moved.

Just slightly.

Just enough to avoid his touch.

"You don't want to do that, precious."

He was right.

They weren't ready.

They had to be ready.

They will be ready.

"I couldn't take it."

"What?"

The other fighter spoke, they weren't looking at you, their eyes on Quinn.

"Being with him. Dealing with him once a month is too much."

"Yeah. You're the first one to say that."

"Probably because the other fighters want to get in his pants. They just can't resist ‘The Viper’ "

They don't reply.

"Sorry, I thought you knew."

"I do, there's not much I can do."

"I think there is.”

"You don't understand"

"I do."

They look at the chunky heart-shaped ring on their finger.

"You can get out."

Those words drew them in.

Cautiously they expressed their interest.

"He's quite insecure, use it. Take away his control.”

There was a pause.

They looked around again.

Their eyes caught on Quinn.

A decision was being made behind those eyes.

When they made their decision it was clear.

They made eye contact.

Strong eye contact.

And continued.

“You'll have your moment. I promise. Take it or don’t, it’s up to you.”

They turn their back.

" It's a little strange that you never win these staged fights. I think it's about damn time.”

"I hope everyone's bets are placed because the books are closed for Scraps vs Sweetheart!"

The announcer looks at Quinn, and with a quick nod, he starts again.

"Fighters ready?"

Sweetheart has an intense stare as they nod.

Scraps, on the other hand, doesn't hear the announcer the first time.

"Scraps? This fighter isn't even prepared, it's your fault if you took your chances on this underdog."

They snap back.

"I'm ready."

And they were.

"Then…..FIGHT!"

The match starts, as planned.

A couple hits, a swing of the legs and Scraps is knocked to the floor, as planned.

Sweetheart approached, to taunt, as rehearsed.

"Don't take this personally."

That's the only hit they give sweetheart.

Sweetheart's eyes glimmer as they smile.

"I won't. Take your moment."

Scraps grabs their neck, slamming their heads together before flipping them behind. Scraps moves fast as they get up. In the crowd, they see Quinn and his goons moving to the ring.

"Sorry, thank you."

"Don't be, go."

They climb the makeshift fence and run. A huge smile stains their face as they leave the building, rain washes the sweat off their face. They keep running. Not running away from Quinn but towards freedom, towards their future.

They took a deep breath before they opened the gym doors.

It’s bigger than they'd expected.

They'd never been in a professional gym like this.

There were multiple rings, real rings, not the homemade stuff they were used to.

There's no reception desk like a public gym, but luckily David Shaw was the first person they spotted.

He was in a ring with someone.

They walk towards the ring, they can feel the other fighters watching them.

They get to the ring David is in.

Neither he nor the other fight realizes it.

"David?"

The two whip their head to you.

"Get out."

He was calm but still seemed angry.

"I'm Scraps, from the-"

"I know who you are. Now get out!"

They climb out of the ring, and begin their walk to the door, feeling defeated and quite offended they, whisper to themselves.

"Well fuck you mister big shot ."

"I'm not a big shot."

David says from behind.

Scraps freezes up.

"When I said get out I meant the rink."

They stay still.

"Will you turn around?"

David didn't hold back his frustration.

Scraps feels it'd be best to turn around.

"Sorry."

"You shouldn't enter a ring without permission, not here."

"Sorry, I've never been somewhere this professional."

"You don't mean that."

"What?"

"Those sorries. That is not how you feel."

"I am sorry. And how exactly would you know how I feel? You just met me."

David's eyebrows raise as his eyes keep a dull annoyed look.

“To quote you ‘Well fuck you mister big shot’, that's how you feel, Don't act differently, it pisses me off. I hate suck-ups."

Scraps believes him.

"Well, I'm not sorry, only because you don't have to be an ass, you said you recognize me, then you should of figured I wouldn't know these rules."

"I was an ass so I could protect you, get used to it."

Scraps smiles.

David rolled his eyes.

"It’s been about a year."

"Does the offer still stand?"

"Yes."

"Then what's the problem?"

"Nothing."

Silence rests between them.

Scraps isn't patient enough to let it continue.

"So can I start today?"

"We can't just take you in at the last moment, the trainers have others to train.”

"I don't."

A curly-haired blonde yells across the room, near a punching bag, and starts rushing toward the two.

"I'll do it."

David takes a breath so deep it is visible from his chest. Before he let out a sigh.

"No."

"Oh come on David, I'm a great trainer."

"Asher, I know that, but I said no. You are not the right fit. "

"Ohhh you want to train them."

Asher starts walking towards Scraps.

"Lucky bastard."

He whispers, without maliciousness.

"So what do we call you?"

"Well, I've gone by Scraps for a while."

"Scraps? Really?"

He looks them up and down.

"That won't work"

"He's right, I'm not calling you that."

David seconded Asher.

"Well, I don't really have any other ideas."

"Tank!"

Another voice echoes throughout the gym.

Scraps wasn't expecting to recognize anyone other than David, but rushing towards the group was the boxer who gave them the nudge they needed.

Behind said fighter was a guy, seemingly trying to stop the other from coming over. He was failing.

"That would be Sweetheart, they're our newest addition."

Asher kindly tried to keep Scraps updated through all the chaos.

"They know who I am Ash, at least I hope they do, with the concussion they gave me. You've got one thick skull."

Slightly overwhelmed by all the attention, Scraps freezes and doesn't answer.

"But listen, Tank, it's perfect, there like a machine. They gave me a concussion for God's sake, and then, after slamming our heads together, which had to have hurt them too, they flipped me. That mother fucker acted like I weighed nothing. They're a fucking tank."

"How many times have I told you to watch your language."

David made a sound comparable to a growl.

Sweetheart rolled their eyes, then looked over to Scraps, to engage them.

"He's not a fan of my filthy mouth."

"I sure am."

"Milo"

David sounded like he wanted to strangle Milo.

Yet, to Scraps surprise no one was scared.

The group just laughed it off.

It was strange to Scraps.

"Ohhh my god!"

Asher shot his hands out to get everyone's attention.

"If you go by Scraps now, and we change it to Tank it's like, like you're being rebuilt, becoming stronger. Which is fucking sick."

David shakes his head at the profanity. Before turning to Scraps.

"It's up to you, it's your name. You don't have to choose now. "

"I like it. I mean, I love it."

That's all they said, they wanted to say more but didn't want to overshare about their life after five minutes of meeting these people.

"I am a tank. So I'll be Tank."

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#redacted asmr #redactedverse #fanfic #redacted darlin #redacted angst #redacted sam #redacted audio #redacted quinn #redacted fanfic #redacted david #redacted milo #redacted au #redacted sweetheart #redacted asher #redacted tank #redacted angel #boxing au

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aurea-b · 7 months

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I have so many questions to discuss about Bodies or opinion whatever anything... 😄

Spoilers below

We know that Elias' mother was young when she become pregnant, did the father's family know that it's time and Elias will arrive? Or since they were rich they give 0 fck and that's why he had to be adopted to finish the loop OR they knew that he will arrive soon but they let the "weak and useless" new mom to fail and that could let him to do the loop again? Opinion?

However it was a great koment when he was hugged by her mom and then he disappeared. That was the moment he was waited for 🥺 he did who knows how many loops to get the ONE hug.

I was thinking a lot how these universe works but definitely not a simple linear one. But it was great that they could met and nobody was in shock 😃

Still it was strange to see how the last ending went in the past (1890 and 1941) it was good to see but I thought it happened already and their life shouldn't go back to "normal" it's already happened so their duties are fulfilled, they shouldn't have a new life, peridot. I know... I know... we had to see them (+Iris) for the peace of mind. But somehow it messed up just in a tiny amount 😃

It was good to know how the whole started tho... how he was born if he was not able to?

Also if Elias killed so many people how did he had the life that allowed him to build his KYAL world? 🤔

Just Thinking...

What bugged you when you watched btw? Tell me 😁

Ah yes... and our precios Alfred x Henry duo fafjkggklbbf

#Bodies 2023 #Bodies netflix #rambling

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loominggaia · 7 months

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Auto biografía de un ex-esclavo evangeline:

"hace ya varios años, nací en una pequeña comunidad en el bosque del refugio, y me hice conocido por haber nacido con vitíligo. Varios no confiaban de mí, pero a mí familia nunca le importo, y me trataban con cariño y amor. Pase mis primeros años feliz, como elfo, sabía usar la magia, pero solo la usaba para divertirme y nunca le preste atencion a los relatos de kelvyngiard (debí hacerlo......)

Un día de invierno, un ataque de kelvyngiard sorprendió a mí pueblo, y aunque tratamos de escapar, fue imposible, mis seres cercanos murieron y solo quedé yo con vida. Me vendieron a gran precio por mí piel, y termine en la casa de un hombre rico, conocido por haber matado a hombres lobo que atacaban la ciudad.

Cuando tenía 20 años, me eligieron a mí para procrear más esclavos con una elfa, para así intentar tener más esclavos con mí piel. La elegida fue una chica llamada dailen, quien era muy callada, pero me caía bien, e incluso antes de tener que tener un hijo, ya éramos amigos, y le solía compartir mí comida, ya que ella era muy delgada, incluso para ser un elfo.

Cuando dailen estaba pronta a dar a luz, descubrí algo que me heló la sangre: mí dueño obligaba a gente de la ciudad a contraer la licántropia y luego soltarlos, para el matarlo, y quedar como el héroe. No dije nada, no quería meterme en problemas, e intenté concentrarme en dailen, y en pensar en un plan para escapar.

El día en que dailen dio a Luz fue agridulce, en primera instancia me puse feliz a sostener a los gemelos que dailen tuve, pero, el débil cuerpo de dailen no tolero el parto, y murió. Estaba destrozado, pero eso no era nada con lo que venía.

Cuando mí amo se dispuso a sacar a los hombres lobo, algo salió mal, y los hombres lobo se descontrolaron y mataron a mucha gente del pueblo. Mí dueño nos acuso de usar magia negra y de provocar el accidente, y que éramos espías del reímos de folkvar.

El alcalde proclamo matarnos a todos, pero de alguna manera milagrosa, logramos escapar. Nos dirigimos al reino de matuzu, para buscar una nueva vida.

Han pasado años desde que eso paso, y todos estamos bien con nuestra vida, y mis hijos viven felices en este reino. Aveces cuando me acuerdo de dailen, y de los esclavos que aún hay en evangeline, recuerdo lo afortunado que soy de ser libre"

Biografía de alfiel brunied

(Translated via Google Translate)

"Self biography of an ex-slave evangeline: "Several years ago, I was born in a small community in the forest of the refuge, and I became known for having been born with vitiligo. Many people did not trust me, but my family cared about me, and they treated me with care and love. Pass My first happy years, as an elf, I knew how to use magic, but I only used it for fun and I never paid attention to Kelvyngiard's stories (I should have......) One winter day, a Kelvyngiard attack surprised my people, and although we tried to escape, it was impossible, my loved ones died and only I was left alive. They sold me at a high price for my skin, and I ended up in the house of a rich man, known for having killed werewolves that attacked the city. When I was 20 years old, they chose me to procreate more slaves with an elf, in order to try to have more slaves with my skin. The chosen one was a girl named Dailen, who was very quiet, but I liked her, and even before having a child, we were already friends, and I used to share my food with her, since she was very thin, even for a elf. When Dailen was about to give birth, I discovered something that made my blood run cold: my owner forced people from the city to contract lycanthropy and then release them, so that he could kill them and become the hero. I didn't say anything, I didn't want to get in trouble, and I tried to concentrate on Dailen, and think of a plan to escape. The day Dailen gave birth was bittersweet, at first I was happy to hold the twins that Dailen had, but Dailen's weak body could not tolerate childbirth, and she died. I was devastated, but that was nothing I came with. When my master went to take out the werewolves, something went wrong, and the werewolves got out of control and killed many people in the town. My owner accused us of using black magic and causing the accident, and that we were spies for the folkvar gang. The mayor proclaimed to kill us all, but in some miraculous way, we managed to escape. We head to the kingdom of matuzu, to seek a new life. It's been years since that happened, and we are all fine with our lives, and my children live happily in this kingdom. "Sometimes when I remember Dailen, and the slaves who still exist in Evangeline, I remember how lucky I am to be free." alfiel brunied biography"

Very interesting story! I really enjoyed this, thank you for sharing! I'm glad it had a happy ending, even if poor Dailen didn't make it.

Sadly, Alfiel's experience is a common one in Evangelite lands. Kelvingyard slavers are known to venture across the border and snatch people from foreign lands. Especially from their greatest enemy, Folkvar Kingdom...

Linde had a similar experience to Alfiel here, in which a rich Evangelite man commissioned slavers to bring him an albino slave. Some wealthy Evangelites are into "designer slave collecting", a pathetic hobby in which they buy slaves with unusual qualities such as skin conditions, deformities, etc.

Some of these collectors fixate on certain conditions, perhaps owning many slaves with the same qualities. I imagine the one who wanted Linde probably collected albino slaves, since it's such a specific request. Since they can be rare and expensive, designer slaves usually aren't assigned grunt work like other slaves. They just roam around the master's property as a display of wealth. Sometimes they are taught to dance, play instruments, or otherwise entertain guests. But it's still a degrading and oppressive existence that no one should have to live.

I could definitely imagine some wealthy Evangelite being interested in a slave with vitiligo. It's also not hard to imagine a werewolf-hunter being corrupt and infecting people with lycanthropy on purpose...many such "heroes" are corrupt like this, such as the Peoples Protection League, who "protect" people from monsters but secretly encourage divines to make more.

Anyway thanks again for sharing this story, I think it fits right in with the lore!

Questions/Comments?

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#ask #fanfic #askslavery #askevangeline #askculture

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rainy-rose · 2 years

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Apple and moon for the ask game!

Hullo and thank you for the ask ^^

🍎 apple: let’s talk about friendship in your wip. do you have any favorite friend/platonic dynamics? any friendships gone sour?

I admit i struggled a bit with this one :(. Friendship is a theme in all three of my WIPs, but apparently I suuuuck at describing them lol :)))

I don't have a favorite one, but I am bit partial to Takeru and Vincent from Silver Serpent.

They are the heads of their respective departments, criminology for Takeru and weapons for Vincent. They met each other when they were somewhere in their twenties and got partnered up for a mission. They are both quite silent and brooding people and they felt comfortable with each other pretty quickly. The fact that Takeru has Akumu (a fear controlling youkai) with him all the time did not push Vincent away, as it did with other people.

Vincent is currently in a messy divorce (been at it for 10 years, only he knows how) and a recovering addict, so Takeru (and on occasion his cousin Rika) has seen it all.

Because Takeru is constantly worried about his friend they have a "secret handshake" for lack of a better term :)). When they meet, they grab each other's wrists so that Takeru can check Vincent's pulse. Takeru also can detect when somebody lies to him, so they both had to learn how to deal with that. Takeru will always push for the truth (especially if Vincent has been away for a while) and Vincent has specific words, phrases, glares he uses to get his friend to pause and wait.

Do their coworkers ship them? Yes! Would anyone dare tell that to their face, specifically to Takeru? Nope! Welll, maybe Alma would... if they catch either of them in the right mood.

I will also tackle a friendship that soured cause the idea popped into my brain on my way home from work :))

Rio and Mentris from The Kilveh's Inheritance.

*long sufferign sigh* Okay, so! These two are messy and I still don't know how they will end up.

They were friends before plot, quite close friends. Borderline friends with benefits territory - something - power imbalance be damned territory. Mentris is a royal, they are the ruler of Isled while Rio is a palace guard. Correction, Rio was Mentris' personal guard and one of the few Kilveh that did not treat Mentris either like a child or as if they were made of precios stone one should not even dare look at, let alone touch. So yeah, tehy were close.

It suddenly stops and starts souring 10 years before plot when Rio vanishes randomly. It sours further on, during plot, after they come back, changed, and refusing to give an explanation. Mentris is not innocent is this either, they hurt Rio, badly! Mentally not phisically... although they do scream loud enough for Alurac (Mentris' older sibling and captain of the royal guard) to come barging in with 10 to 15 soldier after them, so there is that :)).

The last thing I wrote with them (whIch I already dread editing, lucky me I still have a looong way until then) - a few months ago - ended with Mentris plagued by guild and an unconscious and mentally unstable Rio (not that they were very stable when they came back, but that is beside the point) being taken away to either his room or some sort of cell *glares at Alurac cause I am in need of specifics*.

So yeah... Messy.

🌙 moon: do any of your OCs have dark backstories or secrets they’re trying to keep?

Sort of... they are more like secrets that the immediate family knows, but not the rest of the cast.

Silver Serpent:

Elise - she had two blood siblings. The records now show only one blood brother and one adopted brother

she is part of the reason why one of said blood siblings died

Takeru - when he was six he accidentally killed one of his family's elderly servants

Akumu was more or less at fault and he knows that Takeru is still affected by it

Scales and Petals

Axel - not dark, but he doesn't like people knowing that he is in love with Bolin

October themed asks

#ask game #october themed writeblr ask game #friendships #silver serpent #the kilveh's inheritance #scakes and petals

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veronicaphoenix · 3 months

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I really want to go. In fact, I need to go or I will very sad 😭

Al principio quería ir todos los días, pero a mi novio no le gustan tantos grupos como a mí. It wasn't fair for him haha. So, we decided we were going to Bring me the Horizon for sure. I (and everyone I think) thought at least bmth and bad omens were going to perform the same day. I even thought Babymetal was going to perform as well.

We agreed only going to bmth, but since I saw bad omens last month I really want to see them again. And when I saw they are going to perform the same day as Sum 41... I thought I was going to go two days no matter what my boyfriend says hahaha

So I'm thinking of going the first and the second day... But I'm afraid it's going to be so expensive... I really don't know what to do. I'm going to go to bmth, that's the only thing I'm 100 % sure

Por casualidad, ¿sabes cuánto cuesta un día del resurrection? 🥲

Te entiendo 😮‍💨 Yo también tenia la esperanza de que BMTH, Bad Omens y Baby Metal tocaran el mismo día. Y considerando que es un festival, siempre pienso que mientras más bandas que me gusten pueda ver en el mismo día, mejor, pero la organización que han puesto literalmente me ha arruinado todos los planes, y no estoy segura de querer gastarme tanto dinero. Mi pareja quería ver a Slaughter to Prevail, y los han puesto el cuarto día. I mean, see, we were hoping to go for one day, two max, and now it’s like all the bands we really wanted to see are scattered all over the days. Y para ir solo un día no me hace tanta gracia, honestamente.

I’ve already seen BMTH six times and Bad Omens in January. Would I love to see them again? Of course, but I think I will consider other events. Ya veremos. Nosotros solemos ir a Galicia una vez al año de todas maneras. A lo mejor nos da una venada y acabamos yendo todos los días, no sé 🤣

No he ido nunca al Resurrection Fest pero he estado varias veces en el Download así que supongo que los precios de entrada por día irán de los 50€ a los 80€… quizás más, dado como está de caro el mundo 🥲

¡Espero que puedas comprar las entradas y ver a BMTH! ¿Los has visto alguna vez antes? 😍

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evereinefaust · 11 months

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. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 ࿐ྂ

Pairing: Norway (Lukas Bondevik) X afab!Reader

Trigger Warning: Character death, bullying, self-harm, suicide

Sypnosis: All I ever wanted is to feel loved and accepted... Is that too difficult of a request? I guess I'm just too broken to care anymore...

Word Count: 2,139

'You should transfer schools already!'

'You are nothing but a nuisance!'

'Puny! You can't even defend yourself!'

'Freak!'

'It's a wrong choice to befriend you!'

'We're sick of you!'

'Bitch!'

'Die, you bitch!'

That, those, and these are the words they say to me. Those mean words and phrases would break my heart every day. I have no one, no one to protect me from those bullies. I was now 18, I am in high school, and had a good life. I got high grades and befriends all of my classmates and other students, and I'm the most famous student in my school. And because I am beautiful, smart, kind, and famous, perfect was the only thing that my friends would compliment me, and this is the cause why I am being chased by guys. All was perfect, that was only until when a certain person came and ruin my life. Her name is (bitch's name). She was the queen of bitches, and the leader of bullies.

It all started when she had hate for me, we were close friends before. We attend the same preschool and grade school, and we were only an average student studying there. We were called the best of friends by our other friends at that time. I did everything for her, and she did too. She was my savior from bullies, that was the reason I met her. But she changed after I started to study hard and became a famous student in school because of my high grades, she became cold towards me and befriend the bullies in our school. I tried to talk to her but she would shove me away, my parents said that she must have troubles and told me not to be close to her for a while and just focus on my studies.

But that was the reason it got all worst, she would try and make my life miserable. And when my parents heard of this news, they immediately transfer me abroad. I came back when I started high school and the good things came back to me, but she won't give up already, when she knew that I returned, she followed me here. She would tell lies about me to my friends and they were easily fooled by her. She made them her underlings and order them to start my day in hell. And that was the reason why I am in this state.

I've been thinking if it's good to end my life since my life became worse and worse every day passed. Nobody would stop me, right? Everyone hated me now, because of the lies that bitch told them. I wanted to be with my mother and father again, why? They're already dead. They died in a car accident, actually, it wasn't an accident. (bitch's name) did this, she made sure that my parents were dead in that so-called accident. I wanted to curse that bitch! But hey, life would be easier if I were gone. She would be the most popular student in school, she would rule all the other students and her life will be perfect. And she won't have any rivals again...

"One..."

"Two..."

"Three..."

"Four..."

"And five..."

"There, all done! All that I need is to jump off this bridge" I chuckled like a maniac as I covered myself with cuts using our sharpest knife. "Oh! But before that, I would leave a call to my only dearest friend, Lukas Bondevik"

He was my closest friend when I started high school but he is always far from me. He was always been busy and don't have the time to hang around with me, we only met when he had the time in his life. We had different schedules and he couldn't help me with my problem, since I never told him. I don't really care if he wouldn't stop me from doing this, he was perfect after all. He was also being chased by that bitch, that's why I always got bruises cause whenever I'm with him, she would be jealous and would beat the carp out of me when he was not around. The only reason I'm letting him know is because I cared for him. He was the first and most precious friend I made, I loved him very much. And I wanted him to have a better life, so that is why I kept my problem a secret from him. I wanted him not to be part of this. I am always been a burden to him, but he would never throw me out. He would welcome me in his loving presence whenever I had problems. But this time, it's different. I wanted him not to worry about me, that's all I wish for.

I got my phone out and dialed his number, and since it was midnight, I assume that he wouldn't pick it up. He is always busy and needed sleep to be energized.

"Hallo? [Name]? Is that you?"

That's that. I was shocked by this. I never expect him to pick his phone up. His tone is a bit sleepy and had an emotion in it, which is unusual. He never, ever had this kind of emotion when he was talking to someone, even on the phone.

"Why did you call me at this hour? It's midnight, and where are you?" He asked, worried.

I hesitate to reply, I don't know how to respond to his question. The tears that were built up are slowly falling down to my pale cheeks.

"I-I was just going to tell you something important..." I cracked as my breath slowly dropped. " I needed to go..."

"Go? Where are you going? Are you leaving? What do you mean?" He asked again, his tone more worried than earlier.

I didn't expect him to be like this, he was known by his monotone voice and expressionless feature. But now, I made him change, I turned him upside down. He was now concerned about me, am I needed to be concerned about? Especially from him? I regret what I did, but there isn't any more choice to pick. I bit my lips as I cried.

"[Name]? Are you okay? Please answer me. What's going on? Where are you? I'm going to come to you" Lukas said. I knew that he was going to find me, but it's alright, I am well prepared for this. He wouldn't know where I am.

"No Lukas! You don't need to come here. And I'm alright, nothing is wrong. It was just your imagination. You needed some sleep" I told him, but my sniffs can be heard from the other line.

"[Name], please... Tell me. We're close, right? Friends should tell their problems to each other. Please, tell me..." Lukas actually begged me, the well-known emotionless hot Norwegian is now here, begging me to tell him about my problems.

This time, I almost drop my phone from too much shaking, my legs can't even handle it anymore. My almost lifeless body is now shaking to death, one wrong move and I'll fall to my grave.

"I'm sorry. I'm very sorry, Lukas. There is no more place for me now, everybody from school hated me. They wanted me dead, and I'm here, granting their wish. My life is ruined, I wanted to end it before it's too late. I'm already tired, tired to live, tired of continuing this life of mine. You will be happy when I'm gone..." I said my final farewell. "Goodbye Lukas, I love you..."

This is it, the time I've been waiting for. I let myself fall towards the cold water of the bridge, I wanted to welcome my new friend, darkness. They will be the ones who would take care of me starting now. Goodbye, world... Goodbye, Lukas...

"[Name]? [Name]? Please answer me [Name]!" I yelled. I held my phone tightly, my body shaking uncontrollably. I quickly changed clothes and then exited the house.

I wandered around town to find any signs where [Name] could be. I spotted a familiar phone lying on the bridge where we always met. I hurriedly ran towards it and then kneel down to grab it. It was broken and it has blood stains on it, I looked at the screen and saw 'Call Ended' with a little crack. I saw the blood drops near the phone and then toward the end of the bridge. There I saw a knife with blood stains, I went over it then saw the water. The water seems calm but I saw a glimpse of a certain [hair color]-haired female, the water near her seems so red. Then I realized, it was [Name]! I dived towards the water without any hesitation. I grabbed the waist of the female and then carried her head up, she's so cold and pale. I went to the nearest ground with [Name] on my back, luckily, there's a stair that leads to the upper ground. I hurried upstairs with her still on my back and ran in the direction of the nearest hospital here. Finally, I arrived there then slammed the door open. "Anyone, please help us" I begged as looked around, my eyes filled with fear and worry.

Then, several nurses appeared at my side with a gurney. They took the girl from me then placed her on it, then hurried toward the emergency room. As we arrived there, one nurse told me to wait outside and then gave me a blanket. I thanked her and then sat down, waiting patiently for [Name] to be okay. After a while, I yawned and then fell asleep.

"It's too late, she ran out of blood. There's no way we can save her anymore" The doctor said as they were busy saving the pale [hair length] [hair color]-colored girl. She was just there, laying on the bed, her face as white as a ghost. "But doctor, her friend is out there. He wanted her to be alive" One nurse told the doctor. "I know, but we can't contribute blood to her, she doesn't have any blood inside her now" The doctor replied. The room felt silent, the only thing that was heard was the machine near her. The short beeping sound turned into a long one, she was dead.

[Name], please be okay. Lukas woke up early in the morning. His clothes were now dry and he was still on the same chair where he sat yesterday. He can't wait for [Name] to come out of the room. He can't wait to see her smiling face again. He can't wait to hug her and tell her 'welcome back'. His heart was pounding rapidly, and his face turned slightly emotionless. He was surprised because of the door of the emergency room, he thought that it was that girl that he loved who opened the door, but it was only her doctor. Lukas stood up to face the doctor. "How is she doc?" He asked. The doctor only looked at him with pity and then looked down. Lukas knew the motion, his eyes widened as he hurried to enter the room. There he saw her, sleeping peacefully on the hospital bed. He can't believe his eyes, the [Name] that he loved is dead. He walked slowly to her and touch her face, she was cold. "[Name]... I'm glad to see you again. Please wake up now" He muttered to her, even though he knew she was already dead. "Sir! Please don't touch her!" Two of the nurses held the Norwegian's arms and were about to pull him away from her. "Don't touch me!" He snapped as he struggle to get his arms released. The nurses didn't hesitate to pull him away from her again, but this time, with the help of the other male nurses. Lukas kept screaming her name after he was outside the room. The nurses released him, then he looked at the door with tears bubbling in his eyes. He just can't believe that it's true, [Name]'s dead, he couldn't save her back then.

After the death of [Name], the other Nordics knew the news from Lukas. Lukas stayed inside his room, not bothering to answer any of the other Nordics who call him. He just sat on his bed, crying. He can't stop, his pain is just too much for him to handle. He just wanted to be with her again, but no one can ever repair his broken heart.

#fanfic #fanfiction #alternate universe #oneshot #angst #one shot #drabble #reader insert #x reader #hetalia #aph #norway #female reader #lukas bondevik #tragedy #sad ending

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dragonswordcomic · 11 months

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As you may already know, starting from June 20th, Amazon will be raising the printing costs for most paperback editions, with larger books being the most affected.

This increase poses a greater challenge for us indie authors to receive our fair share from each sale.

We are grateful to Amazon for providing us indie authors with the opportunity to publish our stories and share them with the world. It's understandable that Amazon, being a business, is also looking out for its own interests, thus making the increase in printing prices inevitable.

I empathize with all the authors who have had to raise their minimum selling price. It will undoubtedly be tough for them. In my case, I haven't been heavily impacted by the increased costs, as my paperback edition is a smaller 5x8" size. This has made it an easy decision for me not to raise the price of my paperback editions. I want to ensure that my comic remains accessible to as many people as possible. I believe the current price of $12.99 per episode is reasonable for a 140-page book filled with full-color illustrations.

I think, now more than ever, it’s the time to support the indie community so they can keep sharing their dreams in terms of awesome stories.

THANKS FOR SUPPORTING INDIE AUTHORS

🇪🇦

Como ya sabréis, a partir del 20 de junio, Amazon aumentará los costos de impresión de la mayoría de las ediciones en tapa blanda, siendo los libros más grandes los más afectados.

Este aumento supone un desafío mayor para nosotros, autores independientes, para recibir nuestra parte justa por cada venta que conseguimos. Agradecemos a Amazon por brindarnos, a los autores independientes, la oportunidad de publicar nuestras historias y compartirlas con el mundo. Es comprensible que Amazon, como negocio, también busque proteger sus propios intereses, lo que hace que el aumento en los precios de impresión fuera inevitable.

Empatizo con todos los autores que han tenido que aumentar el precio mínimo de venta de sus libros. Sin duda, será muy difícil para ellos. En mi caso, no he sido afectado significativamente por los costos incrementados, ya que mi edición en tapa blanda es de un tamaño más pequeño, 5x8 pulgadas. Esto ha hecho que sea una decisión fácil para mí no aumentar el precio de mis ediciones en tapa blanda. Quiero asegurarme de que mi cómic siga siendo accesible para la mayor cantidad de personas posible. Considero que el precio actual de 11.99€ por episodio es razonable para un libro de 140 páginas lleno de ilustraciones a todo color.

Creo, ahora más que nunca, que es el momento para apoyar a la comunidad de autores independientes para que puedan seguir compartiendo sus sueños como fantásticas historias.

GRACIAS POR APOYAR A AUTORES INDEPENDIENTES.

#comic books #indie comics #graphic novels #comics #indie books #indie comic books #indie authors #indie community #booktok #bookstagram #tumblr book club #artists on tumblr #authors on tumblr #books on books

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cajon-desastre · 3 years

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FYI...again

Lo que voy a decir me costará bloqueos y anon gilipollas pero a estas alturas me da igual.

Si, teníais razón, es real ¿Estáis felices? Por supuesto que no, queréis vernos retorcernos de tristeza y lamentarnos por las esquinas. Veo lo que hacéis y veo la pornografía del dolor en vuestras formas de vanagloriaros de la existencia de un papel y las burlas que eso trae para reafirmaros en vuestro gran pedestal de la verdad.

Pero un papel sólo certifica una boda, un papel no garantiza un matrimonio real. Es un contrato vigente a partir de esa fecha. La convivencia y los gestos son los que hacen que sea real y ella tuvo su oportunidad en la convivencia pandémica pero ella siempre parecía estar sola. Sólo hubo ruidos extraños e insinuaciones verbales y un anillo que parece la lámpara de Aladino porque, a falta de una imagen real, el marido estaba metido dentro.

¿Y qué opino de la relación Tait? Que es un contrato, como el certificado de boda. Ningún troll y Tait me va a convencer de que él es el exitoso hombre de negocios que quieren hacernos creer. Lo dije en su momento en conversaciones privadas con otros ex-shipper y lo mantengo: Es el típico amigo sanguijuela que siempre está intentando aparentar algo que no es, viviendo un tren de vida que no puede permitirse por sus propios medios y que ha vivido siempre al amparo de lo que otros le han ayudado a conseguir, ya sea su hermano o su jefa-esposa. Sus deudas lo delatan, las empresas conjuntas sin actividad y las reales bien diferenciadas y separadas económicamente. Ella no es tonta y él puede ser el apoyo de una narrativa conveniente pero no está demostrando una confianza ciega en él y sus finanzas, manifestando una y otra vez su dejadez e incompetencia: quejoso en los eventos de Oscars e indiferente a su esposa en un momento etílico. Su sonrisa de suficiencia en la fotos de Henley también es muy significativa (y una de las pocas veces que lo vemos sonreír en fotos con ella). Sabía lo que llegaba en unas semanas, su gran triunfo, conseguir su mamá de azúcar.

La relación Tait es extraña y muy fria, ella era más cariñosa con él cuando no eran oficialmente pareja mientras que con Sam sigue habiendo destellos, incluso cuando la boda ya había tenido lugar y todavía nos cuestionábamos si fue cierta. Y no me cuenten la excusa de que ella no podría hacer una boda católica y no respetar sus creencias. Por favor, el hermano mayor de Tony no duró un año con su esposa, casados en la misma iglesia, y ya están divorciados.

La imagen actual que se está vendiendo en todas partes es fácil de identificar sólo con una simple búsqueda en Google, es lo que es y no podemos negar la evidencia. Sam y Cait no pueden estar juntos porque ella está casada. El valor real de ese matrimonio no se plantea porque el fan y el espectador medio no conocen lo que sabe el fandom.

Sigo manteniendo lo que dije, soy fan de los dos y ellos actúan según su carácter y circunstancias. SM no es la biblia y las insinuaciones siguen siendo eso, insinuaciones. Para quien le resulta inconcebible que siga siendo fan de personas que no son perfectas según sus parámetros que se miren en el espejo y piensen cuán alto es su estándar con las personas que le rodean. No es mi primer fandom y he visto de todo, los actores no son santos y la vida de glamour y Hollywood tienen un precio.

A ojos de los poseedores de la verdad soy un Extreme Shipper aunque nunca he estado convencida del tren de bebés (cosa que quisieron hacerme creer ex-shipper ahora muy beligerantes) y la boda en otros países.

Entonces, ¿cual ha sido siempre mi postura sobre todo este circo? Soy creyente de su relación y Sam y Cait están juntos en todo esto. Sam utiliza el apartamento como plató de tv, la dirección tan conocida por el fandom sólo hace que sea más fácil tener engañados a los acechadores que sólo irán a mirar allí, en realidad no sabemos dónde vive, eso es sólo una cueva útil. Igual que los seguimientos en SM, el eterno mira aquí y no mires allí. Cuando quieren ser privados lo son y nunca sabrás dónde están y con quien. La muy pública relación se muestra en todas partes, la privada sólo es para ellos. Hacer interpretaciones literales de todo lo que se ve y hacen público sólo refuerza las teclas que saben tocar para que la gente baile a su son. Una foto, un seguimiento, un like y el resto escribe el fic.

Y sé que los juegos van a seguir, con fotos posadas-robadas y publicaciones en sitios de clickbait.

También sé que seguiremos siendo monitoreados con capturas de pantalla de todo lo que decimos y comentamos en blog amigos para poder tener contenido en blogs que lo único que publican son sus burlas de un sector del fandom. Por mucho que os moleste y cabree somos creadores de contenido y celebraremos las cosas buenas que nos hacen felices.

Resumiendo.

Se necesitan dos para bailar el tango. En este caso, tres...alguno tiene que tocar el bandoneón.

Y, después de quedarme a gusto, seguimos con la programación habitual.

Gracias a todos.

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FYI...again

What I'm going to say will cost me block and anon asshole but at this point I don't care.

Yes, you were right, it's real. Are you happy? Of course not, you want to see us writhe in sadness and lament around the corners. I see what you do and I see the pornography of pain in your ways of boasting about the existence of a role and the mockery that it brings to reaffirm you on your great pedestal of truth.

But a paper only certifies a wedding, a paper does not guarantee a real marriage. It is a contract in force as of that date. The coexistence and the gestures are what make it real and she had the opportunity of her in the pandemic coexistence but she always seemed to be alone. There were only strange noises and verbal hints and a ring that looks like Aladdin's lamp because, in the absence of a real image, her husband was tucked inside it.

And what do I think of the Tait relationship? What is a contract, like the wedding certificate. No troll or Tait will convince me that he is the successful businessman they want us to believe. I said it at the time in private conversations with other ex-shippers and I maintain it: He is the typical leech friend who is always trying to pretend something he is not, living a way of life that he cannot afford on his own and that has always lived under the protection of what others have helped him to achieve, be it his brother or his boss-wife. His debts betray him, the joint ventures without activity and the real ones that are well differentiated and economically separated. She is not stupid and he may be the support of a convenient narrative but she is not displaying blind trust in himself and his finances, manifesting again and again his slovenliness and incompetence: complaining at Oscars events and indifferent to his wife in a ethyl moment. Him smirk in Henley's photos is also very significant (and one of the few times we see him smile in photos of him with her). He knew what was coming in a few weeks, his great triumph, getting his sugar mama.

The relationship Tait is strange and very cold, she was more affectionate with him when they were not officially a couple while with Sam there are still flashes, even when the wedding had already taken place and we still questioned if it was true. And don't give me the excuse that she couldn't have a Catholic wedding and not respect her beliefs. Please save it, Tony's older brother didn't last a year with his wife, married in the same church, and they're already divorced.

The current image that is being sold everywhere is easy to identify with just a simple Google search, it is what it is and we cannot deny the evidence. Sam and Cait cannot be together because she is married. The real value of that marriage does not arise because the fan and the average viewer do not know what the fandom knows.

I still maintain what I said, I am a fan of both and they act according to their character and circumstances. SM is not the Bible and innuendo is still that, innuendo. For those who find it inconceivable that they continue to be a fan of people who are not perfect by their parameters, they look in the mirror and think how high their standard is with the people around them. It is not my first fandom and I have seen everything, the actors are not saints and the life of glamor and Hollywood have a price.

In the eyes of those who have the truth, I am an Extreme Shipper, although I have never been convinced of the baby train (which they wanted me to believe now very belligerent ex-shippers) and the wedding in other countries.

So... what has always been my stance on this whole circus? I am a believer in their relationship and Sam and Cait are together in all of this. Sam uses the apartment as a tv set, the address so well known to the fandom only makes it easier to have the stalkers fooled who will just go look there, we don't really know where he lives, that's just a useful cave. Like the follow in SM, the eternal look here and don't look there. When they want to be private they are and you will never know where they are and with whom. The very public relationship is shown everywhere, the private one is only for them. Making literal interpretations of everything that is seen and made public only reinforces the keys that you can play so that people dance to your song. A photo, a follow, a like and the rest write the fic.

And I know the games will continue, with posed-stolen photos and posts on clickbait sites.

I also know that we will continue to be monitored with screenshots of everything we say and comment on blog friends to be able to have content on blogs that the only thing they publish is their mockery of a sector of the fandom. As much as it bothers and piss you off, we are content creators and we will celebrate the good things that make us happy.

Summarizing.

It takes two to tango. In this case, three ... someone has to play the bandoneon.

And, after this verbiage, I continue with the usual programming.

Thank you all.

#SamCait #The hard life of shippers #Tait #this #this fandom #my thoughts

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boop-le-snoot · 4 years

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PARTY FAVOURS | CHAPTER 5

Rating: Explicit.

‼️TW: Reader is EIGHTEEN! Recreational drug use, smoking and alcohol consumption, deeply internalised self-loathing, very questionable moral standards. Daddy kink taken half-seriously. BDSM themes in later chapters - explicit content will come with it's own TWs. FIRST PERSON POV.

Summary: You're Peter's classmate, a child of rich and famous but uncaring parents. Getting paired up for a lengthy project with the boy was an interesting turn of events and you don't know whether to feel blessed or cursed when you develop, seemingly, a perfectly normal, harmless crush on Tony Stark. Fueled by feelings of inadequacy and boredom, your life spirals out of control - and you're lucky your newfound friends are there to pick up the pieces even if you cannot find it in yourself to believe these amazing human (and not so human) beings voluntarily give you more than a fleeting glance and an offhanded thought. And they brought cake!

A/N: Revenge is sweet but a well-timed dick joke is sweeter. xoxo gossip girl. Please supervise one Bucky Barnes on the internet. Questionable music taste. Detention is the price we pay for justice. Bruce Banner is too precious for this world, too pure.

THE TAG LIST IS NOW OPEN! @another-stark-sub @mostly-marvel-musings @vozit @littlegasps @pilloclock @shereadsinquiet @downeyreads @hermione-grangers-wife @individualistfem

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"Initiate phase one," I added a growly undertone to my whisper, holding my phone inconspicuously, as if I was making a simple phone call. There was no answer but I didn't expect one: I was testing the voice recorder app that I had downloaded for the sole purpose of documenting and relaying the inevitable fall of one Flash Thompson.

Making my way through the crowd of students during the busiest time of the day, I made the most intrigued and outraged facial expression I possibly could. Spying my targets, I leaned against a nearby wall, putting a hand over my mouth in fake outrage, keeping my eyes wide and trained on the opposite wall. Just as I had predicted, the two sophomore girls started giving me side-eye by minute two of my staring and finally approached me as I contemplated the wall for whole five minutes.

"I'm sorry, are you okay?" The brunette asked, her blonde friend hanging a step back.

"Yeah, totally," I mumbled. "I'm, like, shook beyond imagination, but nothing, like, bad."

The girls traded a curious look, seemingly coming to some sort of conclusion. The greedy gleam in their eyes had me internally cheering. "What happened?" The blonde one asked, coming closer.

"I'm not sure if I should tell that to anyone," I stammered, watching them bodily move forward. "Well, okay, I can't keep quiet. But you must never, ever speak of it or I'll get expelled or something," I said nervously. They both nodded so rapidly it reminded me of Funko Pop figurines. "You know the senior guy, Flash? Brown hair, kinda hot?" Again, they both nodded, conspicuously grinning. "I think I just saw him in the closed girls bathroom on the third floor with, like, some brunette from Ms. Johnson's History class," They both gasped. Predictable. "But that's not the worst! They were like, y'know," I made an obscene gesture with my hand and they instantly covered their own mouths with their palms in shock. "And the chick was like 'is it in yet?' and he was like 'yah' and I just closed the door and ran, oh my god I hope they didn't hear me," I squealed at the end, playing the part of a mortified teenager.

All three of us giggled uncomfortably for a moment. The blonde girl stared at me suspiciously. "And what were you doing there?"

I faked a nervous stammer, looking around briefly and showing them my lighter for a moment. They both gasped and nodded in recognition. "Don't tell anybody or my mom is going to have kittens," I pleaded. Both of them nodded solemnly, noticing their own group of friends approach. I used the brief moment to get lost in the river of pupils and by the time they turned around to introduce me, I was already at the opposite part of the hallway.

For the time being, everything seemed peaceful. There were a few giggles and side-eyes directed towards Flash Thompson but nothing out of the ordinary. He was disliked by most of the student population even if nobody dared to admit it outright. I took care to walk around without my earbuds for the day and pulled out my phone to record the most interesting conversations around me whenever I caught the tell tale signs of a gossip mill beginning to run its course around the school.

"Oh my god, I heard about this girl that was caught fucking Flash in the girls bathroom and she literally said 'is it in yet', can you imagine the shock, jeez!"

"Some chick literally just rejected Flash because his dick was too small."

"Rebecca from AP chemistry told me someone saw Flash's micropenis. Poor guy!"

"I wonder if his girlfriend dumped him because he can't do shit, I mean, he doesn't look like the type to eat the kitty."

Those were just the highlights of the Friday afternoon. Come the weekend and the news of Flash's unfortunate condition will make the rounds through every single group chat that the school has and by the time Monday rolls around, nobody will have a clue who started the rumour in the first place. I had to carefully select the girls who were to distribute the rumour and I was happy with the outcome: Marissa and Layla with their squad of chatty, bored rich girls were the perfect choice. I thought they would jump at any opportunity to cause drama and I was right.

It was sufficient to say I was bristling with pride as I cut and compiled the audio track from today's school day before sending it to the group chat.

Clint, Peter and Natasha appeared online as soon as the message delivered and I was delighted at their response. Romanoff's kind words, specifically, made me all warm and mushy inside. I didn't resist the feeling, basked in it even as I did a happy dance around my room. Peter's nonsensical string of emojis was another point of laughter for me.

It wasn't exactly the smartest way to go about killing Thompson's reputation... Alas, simplicity is the way to success when it comes to large crowds of teenagers. That tiny little vindictive part of me was very much looking forward to the weekend and the results of the inevitable distortion of the rumour I had started. Who knew, maybe by Monday Flash Thompson would not only have a micropenis but horns and hooves as well.

Near bedtime, I had all the avengers send me their regards and thumbs up. I answered the flurry of texts as quickly as I could but there was no point in keeping up with ten or so people constantly streaming their questions, opinions and comments.

I settled on a single easiest response: pulling my dad's old uni sweatshirt over my tiny lacy pajamas to preserve some modesty, I settled in front of my mirror, turning on my Bluetooth speaker to play "Boss Ass Bitch". In true gen-z fashion, I put on my best resting witch face and solemnly lip-synced to the song's eponymous chorus. My eyeliner was sharp enough to cut paper and my prismatic highlighter glittered enigmatically in the cold light of my blue lava lamp.

The response was, once again, delightful and I genuinely belly-laughed at the adults' attempts to meme after Peter. His blushy face emoji started a whole nother conversation that I didn't participate in but watched from the sidelines with glee, snorting every time his friends and mentors gently teased him about the very obvious crush he harboured on me.

Seeing Peter starting to go absolutely nuts, I interjected with an offer (more like a dare) of a lip sync battle. He jumped on the bandwagon, immediately going offline to undoubtedly film an epic video of what I thought would be dorky-dancing to some hipster song. I was pleasantly surprised when it turned out to be a pre-recorded tik tok video of him and Ned fighting with lightsabers while mouthing the words to Fergalicious that played over the Imperial March.

Weirdos. I still followed him on the app, though, it was pretty funny.

Bucky interjected with a very well executed rendition of "Bring Me to Life": he was wearing his full Winter Soldier get-up, complete with an AK-47, dramatically serenading Steve who looked seventeen shades of done with his partner's antics. Wanda's following twenty second voice message consisted of nothing but pure hysterical laughter, summing up everyone's reaction to the video. Bucky was going to go viral one of these days...

Obviously, I had good competition and nobody else seemed to want to participate so I rearranged my surroundings a little bit and stood up at my full height and swapped the old sweatshirt for a cute crop-top hoodie. My thigh-highs were on display and with my make-up, I looked like a proper internet e-girl. I leaned against the mirror as I mouthed along to the song with my best interpretation of the famous Lucifer smirk, seasoned with a tiny bit of angelic innocence: "Doctor, doctor, give me the news, I got a bad case of loving you..."

Needless to say, I won the competition. Eventually Wanda joined in, looking menacing and ominous with her dark clothes and Natasha's red hair flashing somewhere in the background; even Tony did a round (AC/DC as his soundtrack of course) with one of his Iron Man suits but nothing beat my stunt and the reaction that it caused.

I had accidentally called out Bruce with the choice of my song and his teammates gave both of us a lot of cheeky comments about it. We relented and flirted with each other a bit as the conversation flowed into more mundane discussion; I said my good nights somewhere between Tony's bitching about the hobbies of my generation and my nightly skincare routine. The little green heart that I'd become accustomed to over the past few weeks greeted me just as I was about to lock my phone.

Bruce was really too precious for this world. My crush on him was different than the one on Tony, it mellowed out in comparison. I wanted him to hold me, to stroke my hair, to call me his darling and wrap me up in one of those dorky button-ups that he insisted on wearing in spite of Tony's unwanted, however very valid, fashion advice.

For all that's worth, the scientist probably knew or at least suspected and had the good grace to play along just enough to satisfy my deep need for attention... Without crossing any actual lines. It was frustrating, it was disappointing but I had virtually nothing to complain about. Besides, I didn't want to lose the quirky friendship that we had. Banner was, probably, the least judgemental person I knew and I wasn't about to trade that for an awkwardly stolen kiss.

Monday and Tuesday passed in a flurry of giggling and snorting every time Flash walked by. His girlfriend broke up with him, very publicly, accusing him of cheating and he didn't even deny it - just insulted her and stormed off, leaving even his friends looking lost and clueless. I started dragging Peter and his two pet nerds along with me just about everywhere I went in case Thompson decided to do something stupid again. If judging only by the looks he was throwing our little company, he was on his way to figuring out who began nibbling at his reputation.

The week was coming to an end and the rumour began dying off, slowly. That just didn't sit with me, I wanted the fucker gone. Due to the obvious time constraints, I approached MJ regarding Peter - after a brief argument, we came to an agreement regarding Peter's safety should I need to leave him alone in the hallways or at lunch.

I needed to do this alone so if I got caught, I won't drag them down with me. Granted, I would probably get something like a suspension and the school will attempt to call my mother (she never picks up) but that's about it. That's where her reputation comes in handy-people consciously avoid dealing with her, she can be that unbearable.

But first, I needed to get a teacher that's on my side. After carefully considering the candidates, I settled on my Social Studies professor - he taught the college-level classes and was overall a very chill, nice dude. And he disliked bullies with a flaming passion. So it didn't take me long to work him into a righteous fury - just a quick chat over a cup of tea in his homeroom and a few pictures of Peter's bruised face, complete with my own pleading puppy eyes. We agreed Mr Davies would "accidentally" leave the teacher's lounge unlocked during third period and I would sneak in. The plan wasn't foolproof but if it worked, not only Flash, but also his whole misogynistic, bigoted family would go down.

As I was leaving, Mr Davies looked up at me with a bright smile: "Give them Hell, alright?" And I suddenly noticed he was, in fact, very attractive. The smile brought out the fine wrinkles around his mouth, the crow's feet around his eyes - he smiled a lot. Silver strands mixed in with the wooden brown of his hair.

I let my eyes slide over him briefly before baring my teeth in return. "I owe you one," I don't know what possessed me to say that. My mouth really had a mind of its own sometimes. The room suddenly became hot.

"Sure," He replied, totally oblivious.

On Friday, I made myself a small nest in the empty classroom opposite the teacher's lounge and sat waiting for the signal from Mr Davies - he'd tap on the door once and I'd quietly go inside the teacher's lounge, retrieve Thompson's file and make my way back to the empty classroom to grab my backpack and carry the file to my locker for further examination.

The first part went successfully and I managed to snag Thompson's file. It was heavy and hefty, all the evidence of his rowdiness compiled into one flimsy plastic folder. There were A LOT of pink slips and I rejoiced internally: at least there was a paper trail of his exploits. The principal didn't do anything about it which was... If not against the rules then at least frowned upon; the plan was to take copies and anonymously submit them to the school board prompting at least an investigation into the blatant disregard for Flash's immoral and illegal behaviour.

On my way back I stumbled upon the principal herself which got me not only a stern talking to, but a whole detention for skipping class. Whatever, I was too elated from potentially ruining the life of a dumb fuck who ruined my friend's face.

Surprise came in the face of Mr Davies, who, having heard the commotion in the hallway, stepped out of his class and saw me being lectured by the principal.

"I'll take her for the detention," I heard the familiar voice behind me. The principal nodded solemnly and I had no choice but to sigh in resignation. "Three thirty, be here," He nodded to me, walking back, looking way too smug for his own good. So I wasn't the only one excited about the successful completion of stage two of my nefarious plan. Cue evil laughter.

#tony stark x reader #tony stark x y/n #bruce banner x y/n #bruce banner x reader #stephen strange x reader #Stephen Strange x y/n #bun writes #party favours #author doesn't advocate for small dick jokes but tbh the abusive fucker deserves it

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spanishskulduggery · 4 years

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Pobres almas en desgracia / Poor Unfortunate Souls [Esp/Eng translation]

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Pobres almas en desgracia La Sirenita (español latino)

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Úrsula: Ahora... Estás aquí porque estás enamorada de un humano, del príncipe ese. ¡Y no te culpo! Qué ejemplar, linda. Bueno, pecesita, la solución a tu problema es simple...

Ursula: Now then... You’re here because you’re in love with a human, (in love with) that prince. And I don’t blame you! He’s quite a catch, sweetie. Well, little fishy, the answer to your problem is simple...

[ejemplar = exemplary, but used of beauty is like “a catch” or “quite a specimen”]

Úrsula: Para obtener lo que quieres, deberás convertirte en humano. Ariel: ¡Ah! ¿Y usted podría hacerlo? Ú: Pero, pequeña y dulce niña, eso hago. Para eso vivo. Para ayudar almas en infortunio como la tuya. Sola, triste, y sin tener con quien contar...

Ursula: To get what you want, you’ll have to turn into a human. Ariel: Ah! And you could do that? U: Oh, sweet little child, that’s what I do. That’s what I live for. Helping souls in distress like yours. Alone, sad, and not having anyone on whom they can rely...

Yo admito que solía ser muy mala No bromeaban al decir que bruja soy Pero ahora encontrarás Que mi camino enmendé Que firmemente arrepentida estoy Cierto es...

I admit that I used to be very bad They weren’t joking when they said that I’m a witch But now you’ll find That I mended my way That I’m definitely reformed It’s true...

Por fortuna conozco algo de magia Un talento que yo siempre poseí Y últimamente, no te rías, lo uso en favor De miserables que sufren depresión (Patético)

Luckily I know something of magic A talent that I always possessed And lately, don’t laugh, I use it on behalf Of the unfortunates that suffer from depression (Pathetic)

Pobres almas en desgracia Que sufren necesidad

Poor unfortunate souls That suffer in need

[la desgracia is literally “disgrace” but it can colloquially mean “an accident” or “an unfortunate event”; it carries more weight than English’s “unfortunate” since it reads like “poor souls in pain/distress/agony”, not simply “disgrace” or “misfortune”]

Ésta quiere ser delgada Y éste quiere una pareja ¿Quién los ayudó? Yo lo hice

She wants to be skinny And he wants a partner Who helped them? I did

[It’s unusual to see the éste and ésta today except to be very clear; but it marks a vocal stress when you’re pointing at different things (or people); “THIS ONE (female) wants to be skinny and THIS ONE (male) wants to be in a relationship”. The é is used to match what someone’s voice does normally, which is to raise when specifically pointing at something in particular]

Pobres almas en desgracia Tan tristes, tan solas Vienen rogando a mi caldera Implorando mis hechizos ¿Quién les ayudó? Lo hice yo

Poor unfortunate souls So sad, so alone They come begging to my cauldron Beseeching my spells Who gave them help? It was me

Un par de veces ha pasado Que el precio no han pagado Y tuve que sus cuerpos disolver

A couple of times it has happened That they didn’t pay the price And I had to dissolve their bodies

[A prime example of Spanish using a different word order for the rhyme; it literally reads as “a couple of times it has happened / the the price they had not paid / and I had to their bodies dissolve”. Spanish has a very flexible syntax that allows this kind of sentence but it’s usually done for dramatic or poetic effect rather than normal Spanish]

Todos se han quejado Pero una santa me han llamado Estas pobres almas en desgracia

Everyone’s complained But I’ve been called a saint (By) those poor unfortunate souls

Úrsula: Este es el trato. Haré una poción mágica que te convertirá en ser humano por tres días. ¿Entiendes? Tres días. ¡Pon atención que esto es importante! Antes de que se ponga el sol el tercer día tú tendrás que haber logrado que el príncipe se enamore de ti. Es decir que te dé un beso. No uno cualquiera, sino un beso de amor verdadero. Si te besa antes del anochecer del tercer día seguirás siendo humana ¡para siempre! Pero si no lo hace... volverás a convertirte en sirena... y pertenecerás ¡a mí!

Ursula: This is the deal. I’ll make a magic potion that will turn you into a human being for three days. Understand? Three days. Pay attention because this important! Before the sun sets on the third day you’ll have to have gotten the prince to fall in love with you. In other words, for him to give you a kiss. Not just any old (kiss), but a kiss of true love. If he kisses you before sundown on the third day you’ll keep being a human, forever! But if he doesn’t... you’ll turn back into a mermaid... and you’ll belong to me!

Úrsula: ¿Aceptas, querida? Ariel: Si me convierto en humana, ya no veré a mi padre ni a mis hermanas... Ú: ¡Así es! Pero tendrás a tu hombre... Es difícil decidir en la vida, ¿no crees, Ariel? ¡Oh! Y además hay otro pequeño detalle. No hemos hablado de cómo me pagarás... No se puede recibir sin dar nada a cambio. A: Pero yo no tengo nada que- Ú: No es mucho lo que pido. Solo es una insignificancia. No lo extrañarás. Lo que quiero es... tu voz... A: ¿Mi voz? Ú: ¿Qué comes que adivinas? No hablarás, ni cantarás. ¡Zip! A: Pero sin mi voz, ¿cómo...? Ú: ¡Eso no importa! ¡Te ves muy bien! No olvides que tan solo tu belleza es más que suficiente, ¡ja!

Ursula: Do you accept, my dear? Ariel: If I turn into a human, I won’t ever see my father or my sisters again... U: That’s right! But you’ll have your man... It’s hard to decide in life, don’t you think so, Ariel? Oh! And what’s more there’s one more little detail. We haven’t talked about how you’ll pay me... You can’t get (something) without giving something in exchange. A: But I don’t have anything to- U: I’m not asking for much. It’s an insignificant thing. You won’t miss it. What I want is... your voice... A: My voice? U: How’d you ever guess? You won’t speak, or sing. Zip! A: But without my voice, how...? U: It doesn’t matter! You’re very pretty! Don’t forget that your beauty alone is more than enough, hah!

[¿Qué comes que adivinas? is literally “What did you eat to guess?”; it’s kind of like “oh wow how did you ever guess?” or “what made you guess that?”... it’s used (often sarcastically) as “what tipped you off?”]

Los hombres no te buscan si les hablas No creo que los quieras aburrir Allá arriba es preferido que las damas no conversen A no ser que no te quieras divertir

Men won’t seek you out if you talk to them I don’t think you would want to bore them Up there it’s preferred that ladies not converse Unless you don’t want to enjoy yourself

Verás que no logras nada conversando Al menos que los pienses ahuyentar Admirada tu serás si callada siempre estás Sujeta bien tu lengua y triunfarás, Ariel

You’ll find you won’t achieve anything conversing Unless you plan on scaring them away You’ll be admired if you’re always quiet Hold your tongue well and you’ll triumph, Ariel

Pobre alma en desgracia ¿Qué harás? ¡Piensa ya! No me queda mucho tiempo Ocupada voy a estar Y solamente es tu voz

Poor unfortunate soul What will you do? Think it over (already)! I don’t have a lot of time I’m going to be very busy And it’s only your voice

Pobre alma en desgracia ¿Qué haré por ti? Si tú quieres ser feliz Entonces tienes que pagar No te vas a arrepentir ¡No dudes más y firma ya! (Qué sencillo fue, qué tonta es)

Poor unfortunate soul What shall I do for you? If you want to be happy Then you have to pay You don’t regret it Don’t hesitate anymore and sign already! (That was so simple, what a fool she is)

[dudar is “to doubt”, no dudar is “to not doubt”, but often as a command no dudes (or an equivalent command) is used as “don’t hesitate” or “don’t waiver”]

Muy pronto sacaré A esta pobre alma de aquí...

Very soon I will get This poor unfortunate soul out of here...

La magia de bruja Yo comienzo a convocar... Hechizos marinos que laringitis, Ven, acudan a mí

Witch’s magic I begin to call upon... Marine spells may laryngitis, come, gather to me

Canta ya... ¡Más fuerte!

Now sing... Louder!

#Spanish #language #langblr #disney #la sirenita #little mermaid #translation #languages

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chronicallylatetotheparty · 3 years

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Fractured Foundation: Chat Blanc

Summary: Since his own akumatization Chat Noir has been the perfect partner. Never questioning, never distracting, never asking for anything at all...

So, why wasn't it enough?

Ch.1 Double Standards

Chat Noir does everything right... But Adrien is still wrong.

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Ladybugs swirled around him as Chat Noir came back to himself. Scanning his surroundings Chat Noir saw Ladybug helping who he assumed was a de-akumatized Backwarder.

Oh. It was over. The last thing he remembered was-

"Sorry about this Chat Noir."

... A push from behind. His heart spiking in fear. Backwarder's clock hand striking his chest.

"Chat?"

Looking up, Chat Noir held up his fist from touching the spot he was hit. He smiled at her "Bien joue, Ladybug."

"...Yeah. Bien joue." She bumped his fist and shook her head. "I need to go. Bug out!"

Vaulting over Paris, Chat Noir realized he never found out why the old lady was akumatized. But it didn't matter. All that mattered was that Ladybug won...

Adrien came out of the train's bathroom just as Gabriel did the same. Stiffening at the sight of his father, Adrien gave a slight nod and hurried to his seat. Heartbeat pounding far faster than when he was fighting Backwarder.

Kagami glanced at Adrien and he smiled reassuringly before putting his headphones in. At least he wouldn't have to sit through another lecture from Master Fu this time. Seeing as he'd be in London for the weekend.

Adrien would be in London for the weekend. No Fu, no Papillon, no Chat Noir. The thought made him feel... lighter. Taking his headphones out he turned to Kagami. "Is this your first time going to London?"

"No. Mother has taken me on several other business trips to familiarize myself with the company holdings." Kagami refocused her attention on Adrien. "But I can't say I've been sightseeing."

"Really? What do you want to see first?" Adrien fell into the ease of speaking with Kagami. Let himself enjoy this small moment of normalcy compared to the glorious disillusion of the akuma battle. Leaving Backwarder and Paris behind as the train accelerated.

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Chat Noir soared over the rooftops. Grinning as the wind blew through his hair. For the first time in... he didn't know how long his heart raced with joy after a battle. He was useful! Sure he had to sacrifice himself so Ladybug could beat Gamer 2.0 but still!

Landing with a flip onto the designated rooftop he waited for Master Fu to show. Just like he did after (almost) every akuma attack. Except this time Chat Noir wasn't dreading it. This time-

The door opened as Master Fu stepped out.

"Master! Did you see... What's wrong?"

Master Fu held a stern expression. "Why did you not talk to Ladybug about what you intended?"

Chat's ears drooped as he pulled in on himself, enthusiasm forgotten. "Wh-what?"

"You sacrificed yourself without speaking to her first!" Master Fu sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Ladybug might have come up with an alternative."

"But... I..."

"At the very least you should have let her know before you act."

You didn't tell her that when she shoved me onto Backwarder's sword.

Adrien flinched. "... Okay... I'll... tell her next time."

Even though she never tells me.

Satisfied, Master Fu's gaze softened. "You must be mindful of Ladybug's feelings." With that he turned back towards the door. Pausing at the threshold, he glanced back. "It was wise to give Ladybug the last fight."

"..."

Chat Noir dashed across rooftops. Blinking rapidly as the wind blew into his eyes. For a moment he forgot. He forgot that Chat Noir was always wrong. That Adrien didn't get what everyone else did. He wasn't like everyone else. What they did mattered.

... Nothing Adrien ever did mattered. The universe was simply issuing a reminder.

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Adrien didn't want to be at fencing practice today. He'd fantasized about taking Kagami to Kitty Section's rehearsal with the rest of his friends instead... But if his meetings with the Guardian had a theme it was listening to his... betters.

As though the universe could hear him the akuma alert went off just as he finished changing into his fencing gear. Making sure the rest of his teammates were gone, Adrien transformed and leapt out the window. Hoping Kagami wouldn't be too bored without him.

Quickly going over what information there was on 'Desperada' Chat Noir realized she was last seen at the Couffaine's houseboat. He ran faster.

A pang of longing came over him as Adrien remembered how tempting it'd been to skip practice and join his friends. But that meant disobeying. And disobeying never brought Adrien anything. Not with Father, not with his teachers, not with the Guardian.

Leaping across buildings a cyan blur knocked him five stories to the ground. Rolling with the blow Chat Noir readied his staff. The cyan blur was a lyre that came back to the hand that threw it.

A guy in a vaguely snake-like suit with cyan colored hair. "Sorry, Chat Noir. You would've gotten caught if I hadn't done anything."

To prove his point Desperada appeared and started shooting yellow blasts of magic. Chat Noir spun his staff as he ran for cover. Ladybug's yo-yo wrapped around him and pulled him into the alley. "Good, you're here. Chat, this is Viperion."

"Hello again, Chat Noir." Viperion smiled gently.

"... Hey."

"So what's the plan?" Ladybug asked the new guy.

Chat Noir stared. Ladybug never asked someone else to make the plan.

"Okay, first we need your Lucky Charm..."

In the end it was very simple. Chat Noir and Ladybug dodged Desperada's attacks long enough for Viperion to distract her with music from his lyre. Then Ladybug used the saddle her Lucky Charm gave her to restrict Desperada's movements. All three pulling the villain in different directions while Viperion threw his lyre at her guitar case, breaking it.

There was an extra 'Bien Joue' in their fist bump and then Chat Noir was running back to fencing practice.

...He'd done nothing. Viperion did all the work. And apparently he was so good at it he didn't even need to use his power. Or... was knowing what was going to happen his ability? Is that why Ladybug let him plan?

...Maybe he was reading too much into it. 'Bien joue' felt hollow all the time now. Just because it felt particularly empty this time didn't mean there was a reason besides his own selfish desire to be useful.

Back inside the locker room Adrien detransformed.

The door banged open. Adrien flinched.

"What is the meaning of this transgression, Agreste!?" M. D'Argencourt demanded.

Heart pounding, Adrien fumbled over his words. "I-I can explain!"

"I should hope so! I will have to inform M. Agreste of this behavior." M. D'Argencourt informed him.

Blood drained from Adrien's face. "NO! Please M. D'Argencourt, don't tell Father!"

Eyes softening, M. D'Argencourt shook his head. "I am sorry, Adrien. A student disappearing under my guard and I knowing not where he vanished to? I cannot overlook this."

Cold. Adrien was cold and his mouth moved without words. He collapsed onto the bench behind him. Heart hammering in his ears as he imagined what Gabriel would do...

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Startrain rocketed into space, Nadja Chamack reporting over the image of the akumatized train. For a moment Adrien merely stood there...

"Hey, kid." Plagg pointed at the container of transformation cheese. "We gotta go help."

"R-right!" Coming out of his head Adrien tossed the purple, potion-infused cheese into the air. "Plagg, powerup!"

Swallowing it in a single bite Plagg glowed as the potion took effect. "Astro Plagg!" Small, glowing wings appeared on his back and his fur was coated with small star-like points.

Opening his mouth to say the phrase Adrien... His throat closed... the words wouldn't come... They wouldn't-

Plagg placed a paw on Adrien's cheek. "C'mon kid, your friends need us."

Friends. His friends were on that train! Finding his voice Adrien set his shoulders. "Astro Plagg, transforme-moi!"

Flying was unlike anything he ever experienced. And Astro Chat was flying faster than anyone had ever gone! Sky darkening as he rose above the atmosphere. Startrain had a head start he needed-

Sunlight lit up the Earth, cloud cover obscuring far more of its surface than was usually shown in photos. It was so blue... so beautiful. Adrien remembered what astronauts said about looking at the Earth from above.

He'd heard. But he hadn't known.

Turning back towards the void Astro Chat zoomed after Startrain. It was already past the moon. The moon which Adrien saw as only a handful of people ever did.

There!

Startrain was slowing down? That made it easier to catch up! Astro Chat's heart raced with excitement, willing his wings to go faster. He was almost there! Just a little more and-

A great, glowing, green portal burst to life directly in Startrain's path. Chat caught a glimpse of Big Ben on the other side and then the train sped through. Portal closing behind it.

Leaving Adrien in the void. Of course. Of course Ladybug already beat the akuma. And if that portal was any indication she had help. He wasn't needed. Wasn't necessary.

His friends were on that train and he couldn't. Do! ANYTHING! He couldn't breathe. Couldn't breathe! Everything was too big and too small! Infinity stretched forever in all directions and he was stuck inside this helmet! He wanted out! Wanted-

No. Focus.

As suddenly as his breath left him it came back. Adrien gasped and forced himself to breathe slowly... He couldn't stay here. There was nothing here.

Slowly, reluctantly, Adrien made his way back to Earth. Oh. Oh. He'd gone farther than he thought. Earth was a speck in the distance.

"A mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam."

Tiny. Insignificant. Precious. An oasis in a desert. The closer you are to something the uglier it looks. Adrien kicked the thought away. It was small and meaningless. If you looked too closely at anything you failed to see the whole picture.

Adrien wondered what the whole of his picture, his world, looked like...

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