First I get dragged out of my room… interrupting me mid game…. Then my phone stops working right… I’m not even able to connect to my fav gacha game’s server… and now you’re telling me I have to START OVER ON TUMBLR????

!! Brother! Aren’t there more important things to worry about? !!

Yeah. Different universe or whatever. What a pain.

!! Sorry about him! I’m Ortho Shroud! From what I can piece together, we’ve both ended up in a completely different universe. !!

Oh right intro stuff. I’m Idia. I guess out of everyone at Night Raven to be Isekaied it’s probably best it was me. Just gotta complete whatever lameo objectives it is you do here and then I’m guessing we can leave.

I use he/it. Ortho uses he/they.

!! I’ll always start and end my messages with two exclamation points! I just like how it looks : ] !!

Sure, you do you Ortho. Give us tutorial tips if you feel like it. Or don’t. Whatever.

//OOC info under the cut!

//hello hi really quick let me just

//FUCK THE W.ALT D1SNEY COMPANY FUCK YOU I HATE YOU SO BAD EXPLODE TEN MILLION TIMES FORVER ALWAYS MAKE SURE TO STEAL FROM THAT FUCKING RAT

//cool I can move on now

//This is a PKMN IRL faller roleplay blog! I’ll be pretending Pokémon are real on here. The muses are Idia Shroud and Ortho Shroud from the game Twisted Wonderland.

//I haven’t beaten book 6 yet [its a skill issue] please I’m begging you do not ask me questions about book 6 or send me spoilers I’ll start sobbing and crying. All previous book’s events are fair game

//Out of character posts will be tagged as such. Out of character text is marked with //

//Anons are on. Anon characters are awesome and cool if you want to do that. In character anon hate is hilarious to me I encourage you to be mean to this guy. No magic anons for now. If you send me a suggestive ask I’m killing you with a hammer

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A little mishap

My first fic for @marvelfluffbingo! And my first non-supernatural fic!

Pairing/characters: Bucky x Reader, Steve Rogers, Clint Barton, Sam Wilson, Wanda Maximoff (mentioned), Natasha Romanoff (mentioned)

Word count: 505

Warnings: mild injury to reader, Bucky is a cinnamon roll

Square filled: Hurt/comfort

“He's going to kill us.” Sam mutters, opening the door and holding it open with his foot.

“He's not going to kill you. Why would he? This wasn't your fault....whoa! Focus, Sam! Because you walk me into a wall...”

“... he really will kill you.” Clint finishes your sentence.

Slowly and carefully, Sam and Clint carried you into the kitchen, where Steve and Bucky were sat talking over coffee. As the three of you entered, the two super soldiers turned, and at the sight of you Bucky was up from his stool so fast it fell over.

“Y/N! What the hell happened?” Bucky asked, grabbing you out of Sam and Clint's grasp and carrying you over to the stool Steve had picked back up.

“It's nothing big. Just a little mishap in training.”

“You have a bandage around your ankle Y/N!”

“It's a cooling...”

“What happened? Clint? Sam?” Bucky interrupted, but on turning around found the kitchen to be empty apart from the two of you, the others having taken full advantage of his distracted state to run away.

“I'm gonna kill them. I can't believe...”

“Bucky..” You softly said, but Bucky was on a roll and didn't hear you.

“...hurt you, what were they thinking...”

“Bucky!”

“...why didn't anyone come and tell me...”

“James!” You shout, stopping Bucky in his tracks.

“You never call me James.” Bucky murmured, coming up to you and putting his hands on your waist.

“Well you were kind of in the zone there. Look, I was trying this move Natasha showed me, landed awkwardly. Clint and Sam were walking past the gym, heard me yell out in pain, they took me straight to the med bay. It's just a sprain, OK?”

“But...”

“No buts. And no killing anyone.”

“OK.” Bucky said, leaning in to nuzzle the crook of your neck, his way of calming himself down. “Why were you even practising moves anyway? You can make yourself invisible.”

“Yeah, I can. But it's pretty common knowledge now that one of the newest avengers can do that.” You reply, your hands lifting Bucky's head so you can look him in the eyes. “Last mission, that guy flooded the floor so I couldn't move without giving my position away. And remember a couple of months ago? That crazy technology that dampened both mine and Wanda's powers? I can't always rely on my powers being enough anymore. I need to know how to take care of myself.”

“I can take care of you.”

“You're not always with me. But you can take care of me now.”

“Well, next time, you're practicing with me.” Bucky kisses you, softly, as the last of the tension leaves his shoulders. “And you're not lifting a finger for the rest of the day. Alright?”

“Yes, Dr Bucky.” You smirk, bursting out laughing as Bucky's hands tighten on your hips, a low groan rumbling through his chest. “Hmmm, wouldn't have you down as the ‘doctors and nurses' type of guy.”

“With you doll, I'm any type of guy.”

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It would be my honor

Summary: Feyre recieves news of being pregnant and tells Rhys about it Disclaimer: All characters belong to the genius Sarah J Maas. This is just a post acowar fanfic about Feyre telling Rhys that she's pregnant and I wanted to share it with you all. Also, this is my first time doing this so if the format for how fanfics are usually posted on tumblr is wrong, I apologize and please let me know. And I would also appreciate it if you gave me feedback on this and tell me what you thought, so without further ado: I already knew. I already knew deep in my gut, my bones about what was going to be confirmed by the court healer. Excitement bloomed in my gut as Madja opened her mouth and told me her findings. I quickly jumped up off the bed, hugged her, and ran off to find my mate. Walking through Velaris was a blur. I kept thinking about what's gonna come nine months from now and I imagined different reactions I would get from Rhys when I told him. Tears. A huge smile. Speechlessness. The images flicked through my mind as I walked up the hill to the town house where my mate and I lived. The town house where someone else will soon reside in as well. I listened to the heartbeat deep within me as I opened the door. "Rhys?" I called. "Up here," my mate called from our room. I walked up the steps, my heart thrumming powerful beats with each step leading up to the second floor. I passed a couple doors that led to empty rooms on my way to our own. The door was closed but I swore I could've looked through the door and see the glow of the somewhat gift I had made for Rhys and hidden inside. I opened the door and as I looked inside, I could almost see the decorations that would soon fill it for the arriving addition to our family. I closed the door once more and continued on my way I finally reached our room and looked inside to find the beautiful male standing before the window overlooking our home while flaring his wings. Wings I hoped would be passed on to our newcomer. I stalked up to him with near silent steps. I put my arms around his waist and hugged him tightly. "I have something to tell you." I said quietly, unable to stop the spreading smile on my face. My mate shifted in my arms to look at me with raised brows, "Oh really?" I nodded, biting on my smile. On the way here, I hadn't really decided on how I would tell him. Whether I should come right out or show him the moment of Madja telling me or by sending him an image of what the very near future would hold. I did know one thing though. It was that along with the announcement, he would also receive a painting I had made when I first suspected the news. All I had to decide was how to lead up to that moment. I looked into those brilliant violet eyes, my heart swelling with love and emotions I still am not sure how to convey with words, even after all these years we've been together. As I looked into my mates eyes, I let those feelings guide the words out of me instead of my brain. "Today I had an appointment with Madja. She told me something that I had known for a week or two, but I wanted to have it confirmed before I told you." Rhys' eyes filled with curiosity and interest. I smiled more at the look he gave me along with it. "I think it would be better if I showed you instead." I grabbed his hand and led him to the room I had just looked inside moments ago. Before opening the door I said to Rhysand, "Close your eyes." He obeyed, but I used my magic to create a makeshift blindfold just to make sure the little sneak didn't peek when I wasn't looking. Rhys felt the magic and chuckled, "Don't trust me Feyre darling?" "Not even a little bit you sly prick." He laughed a laugh that sounded like heaven on earth as I opened the door. The painting still sat on the easel it was painted on with a blanket thrown overtop it. I let go of Rhysand's hand and walked over to it to pull the sheet off. I looked back, making sure he still couldn't see and turned my head back around to observe the painting for a quick moment. It was a portrait of my mate and I holding something in between us. Our faces were the reflection of love and awe and pure happiness. Our eyes filled with wonder and affection and gentleness as we gazed down at what we held in both of our arms. Gazed down at the bundle of joy as he gazed back up at us with his violet eyes to match Rhys'. His face a perfect reflection of his fathers as his mouth curved into a smile that was identical to mine. Before I removed Rhysand's restrictions I sent a replay of my appointment with Madja down the mating bond. The bond that I cherished so much with everything inside of me. The bond I had come so close to losing forver, once upon a time. Soothing strokes against the wall of adamant built around my mind. I shook the memory from my head and watched the replay of my appointment along with Rhys so that I could know when to stop it. It went on for a couple moments longer and before he could hear the news, I removed the memory along with the magic blindfold. Rhys blinked his eyes open and they landed on me, eyes wide with anticipation. I met his stare and watched as his gaze roamed across the room until they at last landed on the painting I'd made to help me break the news. I watched as he studied the painting, eyes widening with shock, the intervals of the rising of his chest between breaths becoming shorter and shorter. My mates eyes darted back to me, then the painting and then darted to my stomach. I looked at him and didn't know what to say as he kept staring at my stomach for a long moment, as if he could see what was growing in there. When he finally met my stare again, his eyes were lined with silver. In two graceful strides Rhys closed the distance between us, grabbed my face with his hands and kissed me. Deeply, passionately. A kiss filled with love and happiness and a joy that couldn't be faltered by anything. My mate pulled back and I saw the most beautiful smile I have ever gazed upon in my long years of life spread across his face. A smile that words wouldn't be able to describe, for it would never do it's beauty justice. I saved the image in my mind and tucked it away to cherish forever and maybe to paint it one day if I was feeling up to the challenge of recreating the sheer beauty of it. Tears slid down his face, that beautiful smile unfaltering as he said, "We're gonna- We're having a baby?" I nodded. A smile forming on my mouth-our childs mouth- just as big as his. Rhys' breathing became shallow-uneven. His smile still stayed and his tears kept running down his face. "I just- I don't- I cant- I can't really... find the words to describe how happy and excited I am. How excited I am to add on to our family that we have and become a father to our child." I nodded again. The smile still on my lips and tears now sliding down my face. I took his hands in my own and said, "I know. I can't really find the words either." Instead of saying how he was feeling, my mate sent his feelings down the bond connecting our two minds. He was right. There really were no words to describe his feelings. It was like the perfect mixture of happiness, bliss, excitement, love... and a little bit of fear. This time my smile faltered, "Why are you scared?" Rhysand's face completely changed and his tears weren't those of joy, but of sadness as he said, "What if I'm not a good father? What if our son and the rest of our future children hate me? What if they see me as a monster like so many others did before the war with Hybern?" "My sweet High Lord. You don't have to put up that façade anymore, haven't had to for so many years. Why would they see you as a monster?" His mouth opened but I cut him off, "I have no doubt in my mind that you will be the best father our children could ever have. They'll see in you what our family, our court, and I all see in you. Your courage, and selflessness, and kindness. They'll see how big and unending your capacity to love is. How protective and funny and graceful you are. They'll see how you will let them make their own choices while also making sure that they have a long eternal life filled with happiness and peace and love. They will see all of that because that is the type of male that you are. Because that is the reason why I love you so fiercely, just like how our family loves you and how our son and future children will love you. They will love and cherish you and will never see you as a monster because that isn't who you are." The tears were steadily falling down his face now. He didn't bother to wipe them away as a small smile bloomed on his lips as he brought them down to mine. I pulled back and took my hands from his and wiped the tears off of his face as he had done so many times for me before. I looked into my mates eyes. The eyes of the person I love most in this world, the eyes of someone else who would no doubt have my heart as well. I smiled wide and cherished this moment that we were sharing. Rhys brought his eyes to my stomach and swallowed. He once again looked me in my eyes as he said, "It would be my greatest honor, Feyre darling, to have a child -and many more- with you, my mate." I took his hand once more and said, "It would be my honor to have children with you as well, Rhys." He grabbed me and our future son up in a hug and we held eachother there for what felt like hours. When we finally broke apart, my mate and I grabbed eachothers hand and walked out of the room. Walked out of the room and right into the next beautiful chapter in our story.

Just casual self haterd (TM) aka evening rambling

I had the nicest afternoon ever. Jk. I did not. It was not the worst (I am used to having bad days after all these years) but it was bad enough to write a long post about.

So… It went like this:

My father comes in my room (he is not in Paris for once, what a rare moment) and tells me that I must go to my grandparents’ house to help them pick blackberries. I’m having a crisis because I was just trying to find a way to save a random stranger online from suicide and I was getting angry because I found no fuckin’ way to help them and of course, in the middle of that, I’m going to go pick goddamn berries. No fucking way. Needless to say, I ended up going picking blackberries ANYWAYS because I have no saying in what I have to do. Ten minutes fast forward, walking in the streets with my dog and my father when he gets angry that I was walking behind him and he couldn’t see me. I started arguing that I won’t walk beside him and refused to go faster. Nearly started to cry (regular period drama). He started to walk in circles around me as a joke (he is the type of person who is always messing around and making jokes) so he can constantly see me. And me, bastard, I started screaming, covered my eyes with my hands and nearly fell like a freaking Animal. So he stops and I start to argue with him because ,,he made me feel dizzy with spinning around me", and then, guess what?! A random collegue of him from 20 years ago shows up. With his wife. So I have to switch from ‘animalistic existencial crisis’ to ‘polite social butterfly’ in less than one second. I am not a fucking metamorphmagus to be able to do that. So I maturely and politely introduce myself

And that’s about when my usual inner monologue starts. The man’s wife shakes my hand and introducres herself and I just can’t understand what she’s saying. Was her name really Athena or was I just imagining that? Who the f knows? We keep walking towards my grandparents’ house, this time I’m walking in the front because my father and the others are chatting about something. And I feel it coming. Social anxiety takes over. I suddenly notice how crooked my back is, how short I am and how ridiculous must I look like from the back. Ridiculous? No. Pathetic. Tragic. Something to pity. Disgusting. I walk in a weird way - I tell myself. I stare at my shadow from the corner of my eye. Try to turn back and try to join the small talk but I just keep going faster. Fucking pathetic. Tiny. Miserable. Something to hate. They must think I am stupid. I must look so gay - I tell myself. Oh dear gods, I’m sure I look gay. I’m going to out myself. I’m sure I made a terrible first impression. I just want to get the hell away. -And all that jazz. You probably get it. We arrive to the house. But instead of the couple going away, they stay and keep talking. I awkwardly pick a thorn off a bush, trurn my back at them and start to make holes on the leaves of the bush. The hell was I doing…? I have no idea. They finally go away.The rest of the evening was The Awkward Family Experience. I’m too tired to write it down. We pick those goddamn blackberries for an hour. Suddenly I find myself alone. I totally freak out, think that I am trapped there forver alone, they left me there, they don’t give a shit about me. I’m going to die in a garden, eating myself to death with blackberries. Five minutes of panic. I start to look for my family. Nobody. I get in the house. Nobody. Now I seroiously become scared because where did everyone go??? I find them. They invite me to go upstairs. I start looking for slippers in the dark. I can’t find any. I can’t find the lightswitch either. Another five minutes of panic. I go back outside and decide that I had enough. I spent the rest of the evening thinking about writing this tumblr post and repeating it to myself like a mantra about 100 times. And than told myself that everybody hates me and they are lying when they tell me that I don’t annoy them. And wallowed in more self-pity and self-haterd. And now I’m home. I usually don’t act like a patient belonging to an asylum. There are some days when I do. Today was like that. If you read all of that- I feel sorry for you. Don’t waste your time like this. (Actually, yes, please, do, read all of my posts and pity me and tell me that you don’t hate me, I’ll really appreciate that.)