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merrinla · 8 months

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Portrait spamming

Recent discovery. If you click on the portraits of the characters like crazy, they will react to it. And the developers had a lot of fun coding these reactions xD

Tav / Dark Urge

normal - I'm awake! Mostly. - I'm starting to get a headache. - Must be the tadpole. - Quit knocking around in there! - A thousand needlepricks in my rotten skull.

combat -Ahhhhhhhh! Okay, I feel better. - I have an itch in the worst place. - Is being a mind flayer so bad? - Just waiting to venture forth here. - I'm maiming as fast as I can!

stealth - What's that ticking? - Is it me? Am I ticking? - Bomb in my head about to go off. Great. - Ah, well. I had a good run.

Astarion

normal - Why do beautiful people taste better? It hardly seems fair on the ugly - they have such wonderful personalities. - Ugh. Strahd wouldn't put up with this shit. - More like Drizzt Don't'Urden - no. No that's not funny. - Villains! Dissemble no more, I admit the deed! Tear up the floor - here, here! It is the beating of his hideous hea- oh, no, that's his brain. Where did I leave that heart?

combat: - I'm trying to focus on murder. - *Humming.* - I shot a svirfneblin in Menzoberranzan just to watch him die. - I should've been a drow. They have such stylish armour.

stealth - Shhh. Just think sneaky thoughts. - Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP. - Be very, very quiet - I'm hunting idiots. - I've got a brand new torture chamber, so come and play with me.

Karlach

normal - NOTE TO ACTOR/DIRECTOR: Blow a raspberry at the player. - Don't. Poke. The Karlach. - Who am I? - My eye!

combat - Eyes on the prize - we need to win this! - Not every soldier should've made it out of training. - Eyes on victory, tummy on dinner. - I ought to just burn this whole thing down.

stealth - My back can't take much more of this. - Not now, I'm being a sneak! - I'm getting too old for this nonsense. - I'm not built to crouch.

Gale

normal - I hope Halaster takes good care of Tara while I'm away. - Sembian wine; Cormyrian boar; Waterdhavian conversation. It's the little things you miss while on the road. - Oh, what a tangled Weave we web! - All the world's my stage and you're just a player in it.

combat - Just go for the Magic Missile and fire away. Never fails. - Don't make me go all Edwin Odesseiron on you. - Get. Out. Of. My. Head. - I really wish I could cast a Hold spell on you.

stealth - You made me hide, don't make me come seek you. - Gods, it's like trying to sleep with a mosquito in the room. - A little privacy please. - Stop it - that tickles.

Wyll

normal - Could do for a brew. - Where there's a 'Wyll', there's a 'y'. - Ever get the sense that someone's watching? - So two halflings walk under a bar...

combat - Can't hear myself think! - Wear your scars proudly. - As my father once told me: 'Can we get on with it?' - I find moderation is key.

stealth - Bad time for an itch. - Could do for a brew. - So two halflings walk under a bar... - Shush. No, really. Shush.

Lae'zel

normal - Must everyone be so exhausting? - Weapons high. Standards higher. - Is perfection too much to ask? - Pride is a virtue.

combat - I will know my queen! - There is no right or wrong, only truth. - What is the point, if not victory? - You are right to fear me.

stealth - Hush already. - There is no wisdom in madness. - Is perfection too much to ask? - There is but one way. Vlaakith.

Shadowheart

all modes - I wonder how I'll feel when I remember everything. - Strange. I've had more freedom this past while than my whole life... - Have to keep focused. Can't afford to get attached - to anyone. - If I succeed, maybe I'll be allowed a pet... ugh, stop being silly.

Halsin / his voice is currently bugged :(

normal - What I would not give for a chunk of fresh honeycomb... - Such attention... I never realised I was so popular. - Are you feeling lonely, perhaps? - Unwise, perhaps, to poke a bear this much...

сombat - Battle is afoot - you can poke me once we are safe. - Perhaps try attacking the enemy? - Admirable stamina, yet terrible priorities. - You are insistent, are you not?

stealth - Most consider it unwise to poke a bear. - My, you are eager, are you not? - Please. I am trying to be stealthy. - Calm yourself. There is plenty of me to go around.

Jaheira

normal - Oh, calm down. I'm happy to see you too. - I would poke you back, but I fear that's what you want. - My, such strong wrists. - Well you certainly have the 'omnipresent' part down, don't you? - Please go poke the ranger instead.

combat - You have my attention - now do something with it. - What? What do you want!? - Do you know, I begin to wish they had never brought me back. - Yes, yes, have your fun. It isn't you they're trying to kill.

stealth - Dry those sweaty palms and let us try this again, shall we? - Argh, my knees! Oh. It was a twig. - Would that I could hide from you, too. - Careful, or I will take your toy away from you.

Minsc

normal - ARGH! My EYE, Boo! They went for my EYE! - Know that if you poke Boo, no higher dimension will keep you safe! - Heehee. Heeheeheehee. - Well, Boo? How do you want to do this?

сombat - Are you perchance a squeaky wheel in need of a kick? - I am armed! Armoured! And entirely sick of your foolishness. - I begin to grow annoyed. It is well for you that Boo does not let me learn the bad words! - Ignore them, Boo. Let them gaze deep into their own abyss, and wonder just what it is they are trying to achieve.

stealth - A little to the left? But not so hard you make me giggle. - Boo...? Are you dancing down there, or...? - Hush! I am surprising Boo for his birthday! He is... uh... eh... how old do hamsters get...? - I am the night. A pity, then, that it is so bright out.

Minthara

all modes - You had my attention, now you have my fury. - Phlar Lolth ssinssrickla. - Your suffering will be spectacular. - Stop, or die.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #astarion #karlach #gale #wyll #lae'zel #shadowheart #halsin #jaheira #minsc #minthara #funny stuff #bg3 datamine

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thedivineart · 1 year

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random pov of your future husband

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I know this is so funny and I just want to put smile on your face today:>

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꒰ one ꒱

• king of cups, temperance, 2 of cups

Dámn dude, she thought I don't love her but was opposite from what she thinks. Little did she know that I do love her with all of my heart, she fell deep but I fell way harder. I want to be with here always and do see my future with her, this may sounds so funny to you but I am head over the heals to her. Love can make you go crazy it is, YEAH I'm telling it to you right now so you are aware-_-. Know what? even thought she act weird or something do really weird, I tend to love it<3. She thinks she's not perfect but how can she be over the scale, people do mistakes at all and it is normal for us and understandable unless you are inconsiderate and idiot being. Her flaws she didn't like it but I do, I really do ( why your laughing?! ) I want to love herself as much how I love her, making her happy is the best thing that ever happened to my life. As of now, all I need to do is to wait and be patient for her love— I know someday she will realize that she loves me too. I will do anything just to enter and win her heart, I want her to experience the beauty of life, the love and having family— how happy it is ( someone: smiling like an idiot tskk ! ). I wonder what she feels about me?

꒰ two ꒱

• king of wands, 4 of swords, judgement

Tskk! I don't know why I keep being nice to her, never used to be like this before. Whenever she's coming I was excited for no reason which is pretty weird, I am weirdo now like her? ( someone: bro, this just my opinion but don't be mad about it ) huh? what it is, spill the thing ( someone: you... you are in love with her, just my opinion:) what?! do you see her? I'm in love with her? so funny of you , nice joke. *inner mind*did I fall for her? I fear that she will judge me for who am I- all of my relationship failed before ( sigh ). But I noticed ( what it is?! 2x ) dude! let me finish first !! ( ok, okay:> ) that everytime she passed by here, she looks tired or that's how she looks? ( someone: maybe she's depress but not impressed about your charms ) dámn! I'm out of here, you are no good and less serious. ps. this dude is too serious and have anger issues

꒰ three ꒱

• 4 of wands + king of pentacles + 7 of wands

- I wanted to marry her, man and she really do deserve it! I feel secure and love with her, she's my everything you know. She's is the reason why I'm feel complete now ( someone: you seems happy about it😅 ) cause I AM, creating a family with her will be my best choice in my entire life. A kind of person who is deserving of materialism and deep love, I want to give her everything even myself and I, it may sounds crazy but that's how it is, showering her some luxurious things will be great too but I think my time is the most important thing about her. I'm very protective about her but I'm not someone who is into words but I hope she appreciates all of my efforts even I don't speak about it. I'll be willing to take risk to this love of ours even thought I'm not sure if we're going up until the end of the line.

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natureismynature · 9 months

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Foolish and Cellbit's whole conversation in the castle was definitely interesting, and I'm gonna get into that in another post later (maybe), but what I want to talk about right now is the conversation that happened BEFORE that. The one with Foolish and Max.

Now, for context, Max confronted Foolish on whether or not he was working for the Feds. And followed it up with a question that, if given the chance, would Foolish do a task for them again. To which Foolish replied with, 'It depends, there's probably a 70% chance I would, yeah.' Which resulted to Max kicked Foolish out of the Theory Bros.

Then, this conversation happened.

Foolish: Listen, Max. I understood. I understood that the moment I made that arrest that- that maybe things would change. That it would be tough to play, like, you know, all sides all the time. And I understood that going into it. So, if you don't want me to be part of the Theory Bros anymore, I understand.

[...]

Foolish: I think that might be one of my biggest problems- or positives, depending on how you look at it. But I feel like I'm the type of person to say I don't really have any enemies. And that's where maybe people don't see it through my eyes the same way.

Maximus: Okay. Okay. You clearly don't see who the real enemy is. You need to accept the reality, Foolish. We are trapped here. On the Island.

Foolish: Hmm, so while we're trapped here, why not just, you know, let's all have some fun. Play the game. You know?

Maximus: What game? What game, Foolish?

Foolish: Does this whole crazy thing not seem like a game to you?

Now, there's a lot to unpack in this conversation. But there's also a lot of information we already knew.

We knew that Foolish was aware that his actions would have consequences, and he's accepted that. He's ready to face any repercussions that would fall on him because of what he did. We knew that he would do it again if given the chance and for the right prices. He's never failed to be transparent about that. We also knew that he's been playing for all sides since the beginning, that he never really saw anyone as his 'enemy' and that he saw everything in a different lens from everyone else. And finally, we already knew that he saw this whole Island situation as a big twisted game that he has to play.

But we knew these things as the audience. We knew these things because Foolish talks to himself a lot. We knew these things because we SEE what Foolish sees. This conversation was essentially Foolish trying to make Max see it too. But as we can see, it didn't quite work out as he hoped.

Maximus: Foolish, this is not a video game. This is real life. And you are becoming part of the Federation. The Federation wants you happy, you know. Smiling. But when the time comes, Foolish, you're gonna lose everything. Because the Federation takes it all.

[...]

Maximus: Foolish, remember. I have your card (the Theory Bros membership card they made up on the spot lol). If you wanna get it, think about everything you do with the Federation.

Foolish: Listen, I'll come back, and I'll take that card from your hand when I know in my heart... that I'm done playing games like I have been.

And that's interesting, isn't it? That after this conversation, Foolish immediately had another conversation with Cellbit. A conversation that danced around the subject and tested the waters instead of straightforward like he did with Max.

Through this conversation with Max, Foolish came to some kind of conclusion. What conclusion, you ask? I don't know. But that conclusion led him to talk to Cellbit. It made him try and understand better. It made him play mind games with Cellbit. It made him SERIOUS. As brief as that seriousness was, it was still RARE. It was almost impossible to see the side that Foolish showed today.

I don't know if I'm making sense right now, but it's the middle of the night and I have Foolish in the head. Today was filled with so much Foolish lore that I can't sleep unless I talk about it kdbdjsh

#qsmp #timb talks #foolish gamers #rambles #qsmp maximus #long post

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mikwaa · 10 months

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Hi!

May I request what Heizou and characters of your choice will react when being asked by their lovers what makes them fell in love with readers? And asking them what moment they realized readers are the one? (kind of like soulmate or something)

Thank you very much! I love your works!

A/n: Hi hi dear! Thank you very much for the compliment, I appreciate it! Thanks for the request, and I hope you like it!<3

Featuring: Childe, Heizou, Zhongli, Diluc

Warnings: Sfw, but suggestive on Diluc and Childe's part.

Childe:

You were preparing the food in the kitchen, anxiously waiting for your partner, all because you wanted to ask him a rather important question. What was it? Well, you wanted to know what had made him fall in love with you. The fatuus who was crazy about battle and family, who was always fighting with every being he met. Who was very unconcerned with those around him, including those he worked with, besides that he traveled a lot and met a lot of people. So what had made him fall in love with you? While you were deep in thought, a pair of strong arms grabbed you around the waist, "My sweetheart, are you doing something for us?" "I'm making us something to eat." He nuzzled into your neck, kissing it lightly. "You know, I was thinking about something." You murmured, and just by saying it he was already curious. "What?" He rests his chin on your shoulder, turning his attention to you. You turned to him, glaring, "What made you like me?" His face wrinkled, somehow he was confused by the question. Wasn't it obvious? "What can I say? You're different, I've been interested in you since the first time I saw you." He still frowned, still a little puzzled by you asking these things out of the blue. "I'm not satisfied, elaborate more." You said playfully, but you really wanted to know what had made him love you. "God, you're pushy." Running his hand through his hair and smiling he tells you. He rested his forehead on yours, holding you as close as he could, "I never had a perspective on life, always wanted to give my family a good quality of life and that was it. But when you came along, I started to see a better future, things started to make sense." His eyes that always reminded you of the deepest parts of the ocean, that blue that made you immerse yourself in the beauty that they possessed. But now you could tell they sparkled, whenever he talked about you his eyes sparkled in pure ecstasy. And you couldn't have been more surprised, that the cold fighter, one of the most feared harbingers had a soft side for you. Not only that but you meant a lot to him, more than he could ever imagine. He didn't like to say that things didn't make sense to him, he always liked to look right in everything he did. But there was no sense in keeping this pride with you, after all you were the reason he looked to the future with confidence. "You never fail to leave me speechless." With a brief smile you say, gently caressing his face. He chuckled, "Sometimes I think I don't tell you enough how much I love you." "The way you look at me is enough." And you grinned like a fool. "Maybe I have better ways to show it." And he kissed you passionately without hesitation, squeezing you tight and holding you close to him. There are many ways to show love for someone, and Childe had many ways, whether physical or in words, but certainly today, he would use physical means to show you how important you were.

Heizou:

You got some time off today, and decided to go to the office where your boyfriend Heizou worked, to bring him some snacks. "Oh? What do I owe the surprise?" That was the first thing you heard as soon as you entered his office. "I came to bring you a lunch, I made it myself." You cheerfully give him the package with the food. "You're the best." He says and seals your lips with a gentle peck. And you silently sat down on one of the chairs and waited for him to finish eating, though there was one question that was pounding in your head. And Heizou apparently had realized that you wanted to know something. "I know that look on your face, what do you want to ask?" He knew you so well that you didn't even need to speak, he would know from your every expression. "What made you realize that you loved me?" Suddenly you ask, just like that. "That's a good question, but I'm not sure I have an accurate answer." And he took the detective's posture, placing his hand on his chin thoughtfully. "You always have an answer for everything!" You protest playfully. He chuckled, "I just don't want it to be a simple answer." He thought for about two or three minutes, and in the meantime he gently stroked your hand with his thumb. Then he looked up at you, with a furtive smile on his lips, "You're like a mystery case that I want to unlock all the secrets of. Maybe it sounds cliche, but you're a box of surprises to me. Which makes me more and more interested." From the way he spoke you had no doubt, the way his eyes glittered in pure joy as he spoke of you, was more than enough of an answer even. "So I'm the most interesting case you've ever had?" It sounded strange to be compared to a case, but it was strangely comforting. "It was just a comparison, but you are the most important thing to me. You're too special, I can't tell you how important you are with words alone." He whispers to you as tenderly as possible. His eyes were filled with all the love possible, and yours were too. "You're sweet when you talk like that." You say with a wide smile. He was always careful with his words, especially with you. "You'll embarrass me if you keep looking at me like that." With a slight pink tinge to his cheeks he says. And then you squeezed his cheeks, "You'll be even cuter." "You just can't help yourself, can you?" He returns the smile and gives you a quick, tender kiss. Slowly running his fingers through your hair, while gently holding you close. You smiled quietly, and he gave you another long, passionate kiss, this time more intense. This was just one of the ways he showed you how he felt, apart from all the pampering he gave you. You can be sure that he would come up with a better answer to your question, and leave you even more surprised.

Diluc:

It was very late, but you were waiting for Diluc to get home. It was common for him to arrive late like this, because besides the tavern he spent a lot of time defending the city of Mondstadt. No matter what time it was, you always waited for him before going to bed, and today you also added the fact that you wanted to ask him a question. Diluc was always very closed and direct, but with you he was a bit more relaxed. But since you started to be together, he had never told you what made him fall in love with you, and today you, for some reason, have this doubt in your mind. And as soon as you heard the door open you ran to greet him. "Are you awake at this hour?" He murmurs low, as if he were grumbling at you. "Waiting for you!" You quickly answer him, giving him a soft kiss on the lips. He grunts in disapproval at your being up until this hour, but would gladly accept all the affection you can give. "I asked Adelinde to leave some food for you, you always come hungry." You say as you take his hand and begin to guide him into the kitchen. "Knowing you, you're pretty electric. Did something happen?" It wasn't too hard to notice, since he always came home late and you were very tired. But today you were having a little trouble feeling any sleep. "I think it's just insomnia." You say, but it still doesn't seem to convince him. "Luc…" You call him once more, "What made you fall in love with me?" And you sounded so interested. He swallowed hard, looking at you a little confused. In fact he hadn't even thought about it himself. "Why this question all of a sudden?" And you could hear the reluctance in his voice. "I just wanted to know, you never told me about it." You say it with a pout. "You're different, I can't quite explain it." And you could see his cheeks starting to turn red. "Different how?" You were impulsive, now that he had started to talk you wanted to know everything. "You're just adorable, and you've been occupying all my thoughts. You're all I can think about." The blush on his face growing even more, you could tell it was already almost the same shade as his hair. But how could he explain it? He only knew that he loved you very much, didn't know when or how it started, all he could say was that he was crazy in love with you. "You're so cute with that reddish face." You tease as you squeeze his cheeks. "You're to blame for that." He says as he tries to hide his face. You grab him by the chin and give him a sweet, passionate kiss. He pulled you close, bringing your bodies together. From the firmness of his hold, you could already tell what he was getting at. You could already tell that it wouldn't be long before he took you to his room upstairs, where he would show you all his love for you. He might not be the best with words, but he would find an even better way to show you how much he loved you.

Zhongli:

Now you were heading towards where Zhongli worked, he had asked you to go to your shared house and get some papers to give him, and so you did. But on the way you overheard a cute conversation between a couple talking about how and when they fell in love, and you were curious to ask Zhongli the same question. And as soon as you arrived you went straight to his office, which as usual was stuck reading those seemingly endless contracts. "Here are the papers you asked for." You gently put everything on the table where he was working. "Oh yes, thank you, my dear." Briefly taking his attention off the papers and giving you a sympathetic smile. "May I ask you something?" You sneak a question, hoping you're not in the way. And then he turned his body toward you, now you had his full attention, "Do it." "So, I heard a couple talking about how they fell in love, and it made me curious. When did you realize that you loved me?" You were incredibly anxious for an answer since this was something he had never told you. He straightened his posture, placing his hand thoughtfully on his chin, "Oh? I never really stopped to think about it, there are several aspects of you that have always caught my attention. Hard to decide on just one." "But what struck you most about me, like, what made you think I was the one." Your curiosity was blatant. And he was silent, thinking, thinking, and thinking. Then answering, "Everything." Then he added, "Everything about you is special, I don't know what in particular." He looked at you with a gentle smile growing on his lips. You were flattered by the answer, but it still wasn't enough to satisfy your gigantic curiosity. "All I am…" You murmur softly. He takes your hands, gently caressing them, "If my answer wasn't enough, perhaps I should be clearer." He brought you closer, so that only you could hear what he would say next, "You bring me peace, soothe my soul and my heart. You're the one who makes this simple life worth living." Your heart seemed to skip a beat, as you squeezed his hand even harder. "I don't know what else to say." Your voice was filled with emotion, hearing these things made your heart warm. He chuckled, "Your expression is already a great answer." You smiled, smiling like a fool at him. "You're the one I want to spend the rest of my life with, my beloved." That was his last sentence before he pecked you, and then affectionately placed his forehead against yours. You didn't need to hear anything else, his sincere words were already more than enough to make you understand how important you were to him. How much he loved you, and would do anything to show it.

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mrs-monaghan · 10 months

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Sis.. now you know I’m going to need your very elaborate thoughts on Jungkook concept photos 👀🫨🫢😳😱🤯🫠💃🏻🕳️⚰️

Look, if you need me to do something you can't be sending me gifs of Jimin raising his eyebrows at me. It's distracting as hell.

Okay so first things first: the word coincidence needs to be BANNED from Jikookers' mouths. Like completely deleted. Obliterated 1300% It needs to not exist anymore. No seriously, how long are we gonna keep using the word 'coincidence' and Jikook in one sentence before we all collectively decide to agree they do this shit on purpose?

"You are me I am you" can only go so far. That's for them having the same moles in the same places, them being born in Busan. Things like that, that are out of their control. Not things like this!

We know, like even if you're an anti you know JK has studied FACE. @jigokuhana and I were just talking about this, JK has everything about FACE memorised. He is prolly a bigger fan than all of us combined. And don't forget he saw everything before we did. So he knows what he's doing. Knows that we will catch similarities btwn FACE and SEVEN. Armys have noticed many things that Jikook (n members) tried to hide from us and I know over the years they have to have seen us noticing some of these things. So how will we fail to notice something that's right infront of our faces? And he knows this. Of course he knew we would notice.

So first we've all seen these floating about

Those alone are already like, crazy 😏 But then let's talk about the thorns/spikes/shards.

I mean, what are the chances??? 😳

When u support Jikook, u discover that they are actually really sappy/corny motherfuckers so you inevitably start to get corny yourself sometimes too. This is what my friends (one of them being @lovelysmyleyes) had to say about this. I'll just copy paste them, coz I absolutely agree.

The spikes being directly on Jimin's body feel like it was a more direct hit. JK wearing the spikes on the jacket is more of a defensive maybe? Like a by-product. Almost like He was acting as a shield.

The 'shots' weren't directed at him so even if they hit him they would not have pierced the skin. Whereas it was directed at JM and meant to go deep.

It is understandable, The first thing you want to do is protect your partner the best you can.

Or it can represent keeping others away from them. Roses have thorns on them to keep people/living life forms away, after all.

They got kinda deep y'all. Which brings me to the part that blew my mind;

Mud from LC

Mud on JK's trouser;

The pants. I think he is hinting that he helped pull Jimin out of the mud...or at least he was down in the mud with him when he was at his lowest. He was there supporting. Someone catch me cuz I am once again falling into that delulu train headfirst 😭😭😭

He he hee... thats so fucking deep y'all. But seeing as there's no other explanation for why JK would have "dirty" trousers (yet) i'mma go with this assumption for now. #feels 🥺🥺🥺

Like, its not even that far fetched though. When Jimin was going through what he went through JK saw it all first hand. Isn't that why we assumed he kept skipping LC in the beginning? Coz it reminded him of that time and it prolly wasn't pretty. He didn't like to remember Jimin in that bad place.

I for one believe JK was there for Jimin every step of the way. Jimin said members were there for him, I'm sure his family was too and most importantly, so was JK.

Thats why he wrote letter. He said it was his turn to be grateful. His turn to give back.

I know it's obvious

So that it's not taken lightly

Let me tell you this properly

Baby, don't leave, just stay with me, yeah

To you who saw me greater than my little self

So that I can only deliver as much as I received

I can't y'all... help 😭😭😭

Okay but this tweet tickled me 🤭🤭

I know some Jikookers work very hard in trying not to be delulu (not me. I jump in head first, always. Ha haa) and I applaud that. I do. But these are way, way too many similarities. Even the most clear headed Jikooker has got to find this sus.

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toxicruins101 · 1 year

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YOUR WORDS KILLED ME

Sbi! Family x Male! Killer! Reader.

Tw!: Gore, torture, mentions of torture, blood, killing, depression. Etc.

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

you couldn't even keep count of how many days it had been since you were stuck down here.

1, 2, 3..678910..

Who knows? Yet as the faint sound of your blood dropping onto the floor making a slight consecutive sound you became aware of the passage of time around you.

The faint sound of chains rubbing with each other, making an awful sound.

Pain was the only thing you felt at the moment and you knew you weren't going to last very longer in this hell hole.

You committed a crime, a deadly one quite literally, and in exchange you got sentenced to this.

Torture and torture for days on end.

You heard the heavy metal door move and tried to look up but even that hurt.

You could try to look up with your eyes but you failed the energy to even do that.

"Hey mate.." Philza, oh your sweet father Philza, all this time he had been so hopeful and so relived when they told him you'll be able to get out instead of serving a life long sentence

Yet it pained you so much, knowing his poor heart was going to be crushed.

"Are you feeling ok? I'm guessing your asleep right now though.."

'I'm not sleeping, I'm dying' you thought as a warm feeling invaded your pain struck heart.

Your father always did care for you, he always has, as his first child you meant everything to him.

You wish you could scream out to him and tell him your fate, but were unable as your tongue had been cut out in the early days of this sentence.

You wanted to cry and sob, tell him everything that was wrong, so maybe he could save you, he could rescue you.

That maybe you'll get to see your little brothers again.

Maybe train with techno one last time, teach Wilbur guitar again, and help tommy pull pranks on the others just for one more time.

But your death seemed closer than that possibility coming true.

"Don't worry mate, just 2 more weeks and your out of here, two more weeks and you'll get to go home." Spoke your father tears welling in his eyes at the sight of your broken hanged up form.

You'd be long gone by then, your poor heart ached at the thought of your caring family having to receive the news of your death.

You all meant a lot to the other, so just thinking about it made you weep.

"I'll be taking my leave now mate, stay strong ok? We are all waiting for you back home.." his voice spoke, you tried to move towards him, yell at him to stop and speak a little more.

To null the pain and bring back the good memories, you wanted to die with a familiar voice calling out to you.

Not the treacherous screams of the other inmates in here whose fates have already been decided.

Soon after though another person came in.

"Y/n? You there?"

Techno

Techno!

You were so glad, you wanted to run up and hug him so tightly both of you were out of air.

Sadly you couldn't so you slightly moved your arms making the chains jingle hoping that would give him the message you were listening to him.

"Ah good, thought you were passed out there for a sec and I got really scared.." he chuckled lightly at the end of his sentence

Don't say stuff like that...it'll only make it harder for me to die you thought

"listen, we all, really miss you ok? I know what you did was bad, but, nobody deserves this.

Come back home, ok? We all.

Really need you" spoke his grave voice as he slowly made his way outside, looking over at you again before leaving.

There were so many things you wanted to say to him.

So many

So so many.

You had missed him so much over the years it was crazy.

You didn't know if this was the gods way of having mercy on you and letting you hear your family one last time or their punishment.

Making you hear and bear that weight of sadness knowing all their hopes of you getting out of here were going to get tarnished by your inevitable death.

No-one?

Guess that was it.

Maybe Wilbur and tommy didn't think you were worth their time-

"Y/n?..." Spoke a gentle voice from the other side of the space.

Wilbur.

You slightly smiled, you wanted to cry more than ever.

You had missed him so much.

Hearing about his death in l'manburg broke you in a million pieces

Yet there he stood now, revived and well.

He only started at you and walked over.

He inspected your weak form and wanted to cry at the state of it.

In an act of anger, at seeing his brother, his blood, one of the men who raised him be hung up and treated like a punching bag he broke the chains holding up your arms, with a sword that always hanged loosely on his belt.

Guards came rushing in as you finally felt your hands in God knows how long.

You smiled at him and he smiled back at you.

Guards came in and started pushing him out

He screamed and thrashed in their hold.

"LET GO OF ME YOU FUCKS, IM TALKING WITH MY BROTHER, WAIT-

NO NO WAIT-

Y-!"

his voice got cut off as he was forced out and the metal door slammed shut.

The guards looked at your weak form on the ground and scoffed as they pulled you up and tied you by your wrists.

So much for feeling your hands again

This time you didn't hear a voice, not even a peep.

Just quiet footsteps as they came closer and closer to you.

You felt gentle arms around your torso, careful as to not hurt you as sobs emitted from said person.

Tommy, the youngest out of all of you.

You looked at his dirty blonde hair and wanted to reach out and hug him so bad as he hugged and cried onto your broken skin.

His sobs filled out the room as tears fell from your eyes at the sight of your little brother in pain.

All because of you

Your family was suffering

Your friends were suffering

Everyone was suffering

Because of you

"All right, visiting times over kid, scram" spoke your torturer and you wanted to punch him faceless because of how he talked to your brother.

He only glared at the man but then took notice of the various array of weapons desplayed on his cart.

Full of blood, your blood, to be precise.

"hey, wait, no." He said as he stared.

Two more guards came out and went towards him when they realized he had no plans of leaving.

"HEY! NO! WHAT ARE YOU PLANNING ON DOING TO HIM! NO! DONT YOU DARE-" Spoke the blonde haired kid as they dragged him out, tears falling from his blue eyes.

"Something permanent" spoke your abuser as he smirked at your disheveled younger brother being forced out of the room.

You could hear your name being called and sobs from the other side.

NONO

NONONONO

NO GOD PLEASE

Don't leave me please

Philza...

Techno...

Wilbur....

Tommy...

Don't leave me to die alone please...

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bruhhhh-huhhhhh · 2 months

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i need some… junkerqueen x (T)male reader where she just kind of comforts him with his eating disorder.

i sometimes literally can’t bring myself to eat, not cause anything is wrong i just… can’t? food is icky.

thank you adrien, truly. you are everything.

anything for you pookie (I'd like to formally apologize for that)

Y'all see that trigger warning in the ask? Yep, that carries over into this piece. Crazy, right? Anyway, this'll have themes of eating disorders and unhealthy relationships with food. If that isn't the thing for you, then please don't read this. I don't want people getting triggered by this. I love y'all too much for that.

Odessa pushes the bowl towards you once again, trying to get you to eat the food that she had made. "Love, you really gotta to eat something."

You pushed the bowl back, just the thought of picking up the spoon and putting the soup into your mouth made you want to vomit. "I can't, Dez," you respond quietly.

Your girlfriend sighs, frustrated, and you could feel tears welling in your eyes. The two of you had been at this for almost an hour. Something wasn't right today. You couldn't understand why she couldn't get that you just couldn't eat. If you did, you'd just throw it right back up.

"Love, I'm really trying here. You haven't eaten all day. You really, really need to get something in you before the day is over."

Biting your bottom lip, you tried really hard not to let the tears spill.

You failed.

The warm tears glided across your cheeks and Odessa's face softened. She scooted her chair so that she was sitting next to you instead of across from you and wraps on arm around you, pulling your face into her chest. "Oh, y/n," she said, rubbing a hand up and down your back.

"I'm sorry," you cried.

"Nah, don't be sorry. It ain't your fault. I know you don't want things to be like this."

You gripped onto your girlfriend's shirt for dear life, trying to convey how you were feeling without saying anything. Before you could try and stop her, Dez picked you up and held you bridal style. "We're gonna lay down, m'kay? Maybe you need some time to chill before trying to eat again."

You nodded weakly and let her take you to your bed, the bowl of soup forgotten on the table.

Dez laid you down before climbing in herself, letting you rest your head on her chest. She ran a hand through your hair, and another wrapped around you protectively.

"I don't do it on purpose," you said.

"I know you don't."

"It's just that sometimes I look at food and just feel sick. Doesn't matter if it's my favorite food ever, I still feel like I'm going to hurl if I eat it. And I hate it. I hate it so much because I just want to eat like a normal person."

"I know."

"Why can't I be a normal person? Why can't I just eat food like most people do? Why do I have to be so fucked up that-"

Odessa cuts you off. "You're not fucked up. It ain't your fault. Yeah, sometimes you feel sick when you try to eat. That don't mean that you're fucked up. You just need some help. Every good warrior needs help sometimes. I need help sometimes. Don't mean I'm weak. You think that makes me weak and fucked up?"

"No."

"Then there's your answer. Just cause you need some help don't mean nothing. Now, shut up and take a nap. We'll try again later, and if you still can't eat then we'll figure something out."

You nodded and stayed silent for a little while. "I love you, Dez."

"I love you too. y/n."

#junkerqueen simp supreme #junker queen x reader #junkerqueen #junker queen #queen of junkertown #overwatch junker queen #bean writes

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fairyofthestar · 2 years

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[1:06 am] best friend!taehyun x reader

"are you asleep?" taehyun whispered towards the ceiling, but really it was directed at you.

it was yet another night where you and your best friend were having a sleepover—an occurrence that has been a staple in your friendship since you were young kids. you would think that this would be uncomfortable now that you were both nearing the age of adulthood, but it never was uncomfortable. in fact, the security that you felt in his presence and embrace only grew stronger, but you would never tell him that.

tonight, you were lying facing away from him and him laying on his back but surely, you would wake up in each other's arms.

he received no response. you were still awake, but something told you to remain quiet as if you were asleep like he assumed.

he went silent for a bit.

"you know, as best friends, we promised to tell each other anything no matter what," he started, his voice as low as a whisper. "so, i think it's right for me to tell you this even if you can't hear it. actually, i prefer that you don't hear it," he chuckled quietly.

"it's difficult for me to keep my beating heart stable when i'm around you. it's been years, yet it still beats so rapidly like i'm seeing you for the first time," he smiled to himself.

"i watched you grow, you watched me grow. we've been a part of each other's life more than we've been apart and it scares me. it scares me how i've inevitably grown feelings for you. it scares me that it might cost everything that we've built," he paused, gulping. he definitely felt crazy for speaking all of his thoughts out into the air at dawn, but he would probably turn crazier if he bottled this up longer than he already did.

he closed his eyes and sighed sadly. "i don't want to lose you so i keep all of this hidden but god, you just drive me insane sometimes. it takes me so much self-control not to kiss you right then and there when you pout about something or just when you're sitting there, looking ever so pretty without fail,"

"you are my night and my day, my heart and a part of my soul. one day, i will find the courage to tell you this, but only when i'm sure that i won't scare you away," with an anxious heart, he turned his body towards you and relief washed over him as he saw your still figure and steady breathing.

you on the other hand, were doing all that you can to remain calm and restrain yourself from doing anything impulsive. you were practically on cloud 9 as you listened to the person you have been hopelessly pining over confess to you, but it was also a vulnerable moment for him and he surely didn't want you to be aware of anything he was saying tonight. it was only right of you to respect that and let him keep his dignity.

taehyun moved closer to you and wrapped an arm around your waist. your heart went crazy at the action, yet you still tried to remain calm on the outside. his touches were always warm and elicited a small spark but tonight, it was as if fireworks were shooting out of his fingertips.

he snuggled behind you and sighed in content. "i'll let you know one day, my love. until then, i hope you start seeing me as a man. maybe then, i'll find the confidence to tell you how i've been madly in love with you since we were in kindergarten," he finished with a soft kiss on your temple and let sleep consume him as he held you tight.

'i've always seen you as a man,' you wanted to tell him. instead, you let a smile blossom on your face. it was a confession that was more than what you ever dreamt of receiving from him. it made you feel excited for what his actual confession would be like.

you wouldn't have to wait longer than you already have. it was a quick decision that you would keep quiet about this night, but you would start dropping hints that you were in love with him and much as he was in love with you. you hoped he would catch on to them, but taehyun is smart. he definitely would.

you let out a soft sigh of content and let yourself melt in his embrace. soon, you would be able to finally have the man of your dreams and you couldn't wait for the day to arrive.

A/N: wrote this on a whim as i slowly try to recover from feeling horrible during the past few weeks

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atombonniebaby · 4 months

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I've had this idea in my head for a while now...

We all know how much Mac hates getting wet so how would he react when faced with the prospect of a "new" New Year's tradition introduced by his Scottish boss?

The original plan was screenshots, but I had to do a write up!...so maybe today I'll get some proper visuals...but for now I hope you enjoy this silly one shot! (And if anyone wants to do some drawings...I'd love to see some of this hilarity brought to life 🫶)

just so we're clear...Deacon's swimsuit depicted below is 100% what I Invision them all wearing variations off...because...why not? 🤣 (Oh...but not Hancock and Danse...you'll see!)

Happy New Year Tumblr Buddies! Slainte Mhath!❤️

Here's to new Wasteland Traditions

"You can't be serious..." MacCready searched the boss' face. Shit-eating grin aside, there was not a single sign of a lie.

"I'm tellin' ye lad... every year without fail... rain or shine." Nate sat down on the couch beside his young companion. "Sometimes even snow." He added after a brief pause.

"So you're telling me you dressed up and—”

"Dressing up was optional... traditionally ye just shed to yer kegs and run right in."

"Run into water?"

"Cauld, sobering, icy waters."

"I guess you Scots really are crazy," MacCready chuckled to himself, "or you're full of Brahmin crap."

"Oi," Nate elbowed him. "It's real. On the day o' the new year, we'd head tae the shore, and strip to our undergarments and bolt intae the sea. 'Tis invigoratin', got the blood pumpin' in a way nothing else did. I dinnae even reckon bein' chased by a Deathclaw could get me heart goin' as fast as that did."

MacCready laughed at the mention of the oversized lizard. "Running from a deathclaw is different. You know you'll die if you lose, running into the ocean is just stupid."

"Hypothermia is nae joke, lad... and it didnae need to be an ocean... could be a river... ye know... like that one that runs aroon' Sanctuary..."

There was something in the way the Scot was talking that made MacCready nervous. That sparkle in his eye was never a good sign. "Not on your life!”

Nate's grin only grew wider. "Oh c'mon! Ye'd be the only one bein' a wee rad-chicken! Preston, Sturges, Codsworth, the settlers around Sanctuary…and even Dugmeat all want tae do it."

"Right... and Dogmeat told you that how, exactly? Did he write it out on the dirt using a stick?"

Nate gave a belly laugh at that. "Gave me a paw."

"You are full of it." MacCready shook his head. "No way in hell am I doing this."

"No even for five hundred caps?”

"Five hundr--" MacCready choked on his words.

"Counted them maself... put them in a nice big jar ...but there is a catch... last man standin' ...or lady... gets it!"

MacCready groaned. This was stupid, beyond stupid, but the caps..."Fine."

"Attaboy!”

Sanctuary Hills Annual Loony Dook.

MacCready stared at the painted ply board sign as if it was personally insulting him. Perhaps it was. If it hadn't existed, he wouldn't have been standing out in the rain.

He glanced at the plastic blue pins of Rad-X piled up in the little shed next to the sign, blankets too. Nate was prepared for everything.

MacCready's laugh was almost incredulous. "Is that why you've been hoarding all the supplies!? Because you were planning this stupid event!?"

Nate laughed in response. "Notice that did ye?"

MacCready sighed. "How can I not notice!?"

"I hardly want folks getting sick from radiation poisoning while they're havin' fun. Now, c'mon, come help me welcome our guests," Nate elbowed him in the ribs before gesturing to the rest of Sanctuary.

"Fine!”

"Let's get the show on the road," Nate smiled, marching off toward the gates where the majority of the settlers were gathered.

"Hey, Blue!” Piper called out to them as they approached.

"Ah, monsieur! It is quite the spectacle you are throwing here today," Curie said as the two came to a stop. "I must say, I am rather excited to try this 'dooken' as you call it. The effects of immersion in such cold temperatures will be most fascinating!"

"Ye'll love it, lass," Nate replied.

"Where the Frick did you get bathing suits?" MacCready asked her, noticing the bright pink ruffled one piece she was wearing.

"As it turns out," Piper began. "Curie has a remarkable sewing ability...she even made something for you..."

"You made me something...?"

MacCready would have blushed if it weren't for how cold he was, the likelihood of any color filling his cheeks was slim to none–even with all his layers!

Curie nodded enthusiastically. "Wi, Monsieur Nate provided me with a list of attendees!"

He did what?

"Here you go!" She handed him a bundle of striped green and white fabric.

"Thanks... I think." MacCready looked at it skeptically. It was a one-piece suit of sorts. Not unlike what the girl was wearing, but with longer legs.

"Deacon's is blue and white, Preston also, but different shades! They look most handsome!"

"Why thank you, ma'am," Deacon appeared behind the doctor. "I think you look very dashing yourself."

"Merci!"

He looked ridiculous, a similarly striped suit to the one in MacCready’s hands, he guessed the red cape was his own addition.

"This IS most invigorating," followed another voice, this time belonging to a smiling tin can.

"Danse...lad..." Nate paused. "Do ye no think that's cheatin', son?"

The ex-Brotherhood Paladin just shrugged. "On the contrary, General. Without the appropriate protective clothing, my Power Armor provides no protection from the elements."

"Without protective—are you telling me you're in your birthday suit under there!?" MacCready blurted out.

Danse simply nodded. "Affirmative."

"General, your friend from Concord has arrived...and he brought company," Preston joined the fold, Minutemen blue in his bathing suit, and still wearing his hat.

"Jacob is here!?" Nate sounded more excited than he intended.

The group glanced at each other.

"Who's Jacob?" Piper asked after him.

Nate just waved her off.

"Does our good General have a secret to share?" A gravelly voice asked from behind them.

"John," MacCready turned to face the ghoul and he couldn't help it. His eyes dropped lower.

What the actual fuck!? Could that even be considered clothes? Red leather Speedo, cowboy boots and his signature hat...that was all he was wearing.

"My eyes are up here, kid," Hancock grinned as the younger man realized what he was doing.

"Wha--I wasn't—"

"You were," Hancock's smile turned into a smirk.

"Well ain't this quite the gatherin' and you thought people would pass up the opportunity for tradition!" Another accent entered their midst.

"I'm only here for the caps...got my eye on a new mod for my rifle," another familiar face pushed through the throng of bodies.

"Aiden's here too?" MacCready muttered under his breath. The ex-minuteman Gunner hunter didn't seem to know where to look as he came to a stop.

"Gotta say, Slick, you got a lotta people who care about ya," Jake leaned against the wooden railings of the bridge.

"Well, ain't you a handsome one!"

MacCready's smile widened. Cait!?

"Uh...thanks..." Aiden mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. "I uh...I'm just gonna..."

"Don't take it personally, darlin'," Jake smiled. "Aiden's not much for conversation."

"Who else are we expecting, Monsieur?” Curie asked.

"Nick's around, he's keepin' Dugmeat busy so folks can get ready and I do believe Strong is off huntin' fer our supper," Nate answered.

"Splendid! Would your boyfriend like a costume, Monsieur?”

"Boyfriend!? I—"

Nate cleared his throat.

"Thank ya, darlin'," Jake smiled at the doctor. "Much appreciated."

"Hey, Sharpshooter!"

MacCready froze. No...fuck no...he didn't hear that. He refused to turn around and look.

"Mac?"

No.

"MacCready!"

"Beau..." the mercenary reluctantly turned.

Fuck! Sturges was wearing one of those swimsuits too, and the size of him. It was...indecent.

"Howdy," Sturges tipped his head and smiled.

MacCready was dead, dying, or just having some incredibly vivid hallucination. No way. Just fucking no.

"What's wrong?"

"I'd harbor a guess our Merc here is wondering how you can fix his plumbing," Hancock chimed in.

"I—"

"Think he's wondering if your equipment is up to the task," Deacon added.

"That is most absurd," Curie commented. "Sturges is a mechanic, not a plumber."

"A certified handyman," Piper giggled.

"Shut the fu—uh heck up!"

Hancock snorted.

"That's enough...quit teasin' the poor lad." Jake stepped in to defend him.

"Yeah, lay off the kid." Nick Valentine decided to join them, standing by Nate's side, no swimsuit for him...it was almost like he was programmed to wear nothing but his detective gear. "You know how sensitive he is."

MacCready felt like he was about to spontaneously combust.

"I'm gonna go change before I get the urge to shoot someone." MacCready stormed off.

"Someone's touchy," Cait noted.

"More like he can't handle the heat," Hancock countered.

"You should probably change as well," Nick suggested to the newcomer. Knew the fella from all the times he stopped by that information broker who had taken up residence in Diamond City. "The Ron"? Or something like that.

"Right you are, Mister Valentine," Jake agreed. "I will be right back."

"So polite! Monsieur Jacob makes a most agreeable guest," Curie smiled.

"I know, right! He's a peach." Piper grinned. "Got yourself a good one there, Blue."

"No foolin' you lot, is there?” Nate just laughed. "C'mon, we might as well get a move on. It's comin' up to noon soon."

MacCready stood in front of the bathroom mirror. It took him a few minutes to figure out how to put the damned thing on. It was too tight in some places, yet hung awkwardly from his body.

At least his hat matched, because it was staying on.

A knock on the door snapped him out of his thoughts.

"You got lost in there?” Jake's voice carried through the wooden door.

"Just give me a second!"

"Alrighty..."

A few deep breaths, and MacCready was good to go.

"Not a word...not a single freaking word!"

Jake held his hands up and took a step back. "Wouldn't dream of it."

MacCready stomped past the engineer and back towards the group.

"Christ, and I thought I was pasty... lookin' at ye, it's like a white sheet slapped 'er a skeleton."

MacCready glared daggers at the smug looking bastard and wished he had his rifle. How is this bastard not shivering? MacCready could barely keep himself from trembling, and he's standing there, barefoot with no shirt on. Only thing he has on is a pair of red plaid trunks and his glasses.

"Har har... can we get this over with already?"

Nate grinned from ear to ear. "Ye sound like ye don't wanna do this."

"Oh? What gave it away?" MacCready crossed his arms across his chest, the cool air and heavy rainfall chilling his skin.

"All the shivering, mate," Nate gestured to him. "Ye need to move...maybe jog on the spot...keep the blood pumpin'...else ye won't make it tae the end."

MacCready growled at him. "Can you stop patronizing me and just start the damn thing already!?”

Nate looked around the group, taking stock of each person involved. There was a gathering now, a relatively small crowd, but the amount of people willing to participate was surprising.

"Sir..."

Nate near on jumped out of his skin. "Where the blasted hell did you come from!?"

X6-88 lowered his sunglasses and blinked at him. "I arrived via relay at 1200 hours, sir. I was ensuring the young sir was adequately prepared for the festivities."

"Dad?” Shaun emerged from behind the courser.

"Shaun?" Nate was utterly confused. "What are you doing here?"

"Father heard you were hosting an event and thought I should attend," Shaun smiled.

The sight of him. Pajamas, Welly boots and a rain hat, standing beside X6-88 in his ...everything black bathing suit. MacCready's sides ached. He was laughing, unable to control the burst of hysteria that bubbled within him.

"Escaped synths will be shaking in their boots," MacCready managed to wheeze out.

"I believe Ms Curie has made an adequate fit for me... sir," X6-88 said in reply.

It was the boots, the damned combat boots! MacCready laughed louder.

"I do not believe you are in a position to be mocking me, Sir. If my calculations are correct, you have a higher chance of being affected by hypothermia due to your lack of body fat and muscle mass. Perhaps you should reconsider abstaining from the use of cigarettes and alcohol, it would improve your health immeasurably."

MacCready stopped laughing. "Did you just..."

"I believe the term is 'kicking while he's down,' sir."

"A'right...enough eh that." Nate stepped in.

If MacCready didn't know better, he'd have thought the courser was smirking at him from beneath those glasses.

"First things first," Nate opened the shed. "Take a couple rad-x tabs each...Codsworth is gonnae countdown from ten and ring the bell...when he does, ye run in. Simple as that. The last person out wins the prize. We've got fires burning, food grilling and booze on tap...so enjoy yerselves, aye?"

MacCready pulled his cap lower over his brow. This was going to suck.

"Let the games begin," Hancock shouted.

"Okay!" Nate announced. "Everyone in their positions. Codsworth, get ready to count us down, son!"

"As you wish Master Nate!" The Mr. Handy spun in place.

MacCready rolled his shoulders, trying to get the stiffness out of them. He could do this. He had to win. Five hundred caps were on the line.

The merc watched the crowd gather around the water's edge, everyone ready to make a break for it as soon as the robot started counting.

"Are we ready to commence the New Year's celebrations, sir?"

"Aye Codsworth." Nate smiled.

"Very good, sir. I shall begin the countdown now…Ten!"

This was it.

"Nine!"

MacCready bent his knees, ready to sprint.

"Eight!"

A quick glance left and right, and he noticed all the other competitors were doing the same.

"Seven!"

His eyes locked with Nate's, and the bastard winked at him.

"Six!"

Was he planning something?

"Five!"

The sniper shook his head.

"Four!"

He could beat Nate. He's hardy...grew up in a cave!

"Three!"

Focus, Robert. Just focus.

"Two!"

He was doing this for Duncan.

"Happy New Year, everyone! GO!!!”

He couldn't do this.

MacCready darted in the opposite direction as the rest of them.

"Ye wee bastard!" Nate shouted after him.

Fuck you, old man! He was out of there.

"Not on ma watch, laddie," Nate's footsteps pounded after him.

Shit, shit, shit.

"Stay the heck away from me!”

"Och, quit bein' such a rad-chicken!" Nate sped up.

MacCready's heart was racing, and he wasn't sure if it was from running or the adrenaline pumping through his veins. Either way, he needed to outrun the bastard.

"Ye're slowin' down!"

"Like hell I am!" MacCready shouted back at him.

Suddenly, there were arms wrapped around him.

"Got ye! Now intae the drink we go!" Nate lifted him off the ground and over his shoulders.

MacCready struggled in vain. "Put me down!"

"Not a chance! Ye're goan in!”

The world moved in slow motion. He could see Nate's feet running over the grass and dirt as he neared the water's edge. People were cheering, and dogs were barking.

"HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!"

Nate dove forward, releasing his grip on the merc, and they plunged into the icy cold waters below.

For a moment, MacCready floated through the murky depths. Then, he kicked upwards, breaking the surface of the water with a gasp.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Duncan forgive him! MacCready flailed as the frigid temperature of the water hit him. "It's freezing!"

"Aye, it's a wee bit nippy," Nate said calmly, swimming beside him. "Just breathe...in and oot."

"Breathe!?" MacCready screamed at him. "I'd rather—holy shi--"

"See, now ye're gettin' it," the older man was grinning like a madman.

"I'm going to kill you!"

"No if ye freeze...flap yer haunds aboot a bit..."

"C'mon, Mac! Dad knows what he's talking about!” Shaun called from the bankside.

"Your father is insane!" MacCready pointed at the boy.

"Our father!" Shaun smiled and gave him a double thumbs up.

What?

"Get it together, son!" Nate splashed water in his face. "Ye can do this."

MacCready growled and splashed him back. "I hate you."

Nate laughed. "C'mon...I can tell ye're getting used to it."

"I hate you so much," he swung his arms forward, moving them through the water.

"Nah, ye don't...if ye did, ye wouldn't be here now," Nate swam close to him. "It's just water...it cannae hurt ye."

MacCready glared at him. "I'm not..."

"Course not...yer the toughest son of a bitch I know..."

"Tougher than you?"

Nate's grin grew wider. "Guess we'll see."

"Bring it on, Old Man," MacCready's shivering subsided as he kept moving.

"Enough eh the "old" talk..."

"You're over 200...that's old..."

"That doesny count..."

"Says who?"

"Says me!" Nate ducked under the water, and MacCready braced himself for the inevitable.

A sudden tug on his foot, and the merc dropped beneath the surface. The shock of cold hit him once more, and he clawed his way to the top.

Nate surfaced and shook his head like a dog, somehow the glasses on his fat head still stayed on.

"Fun, ain't it?"

"How are you not frozen?" MacCready was panting now.

"Been dookin' since I was a wee lad," Nate answered. "The cauld...it's in ma blood."

MacCready cursed under his breath. "Sure, whatever you say."

Nate just laughed in response. "Another one down..."

"Huh?"

"Seems Piper's given up."

MacCready glanced around. Sure enough, the reporter was making her way back to shore.

"She's smart," the merc remarked.

"Ye did good, lass!” Nate shouted after her.

"Thanks, Blue," she waved before wrapping herself in the towel Codsworth had waiting for her.

"Woo...goddang I can't feel my digits!" Jake's voice cut through the chill in the air.

"Here's hoping your tongue is next..." Aiden drawled.

MacCready chuckled at the snide remark.

"Ma chère, this is most invigorating!" Curie was just... standing there in the water.

"That's one way of putting it," Piper pulled the blanket tighter around her shoulders.

"I can't...I'm out...ye are all mad!” Cait finally relented.

"I have to agree with you," Preston shivered, retreating.

"As long as I outlast the Brotherhood's cheer squad...I'm a winner..." Deacon chittered next to Danse.

"My training has prepared me to withstand all manner of conditions...you should consider admitting defeat while you still can."

"Nah-uh, Tin Can," the spy retorted. "I once disguised myself as a snowman for six hours...wait till you hear where I placed the carrot..."

Danse just grunted at him.

"This is a rush!" Hancock stretched his arms above his head.

"You say that until your bits fall off," MacCready jested.

"How do you know mine haven't already?" Hancock teased him back.

"Ugh...why the hell am I here..." Aiden grumbled.

"Because Slick asked us to be...so quit your complainin'..." Jake answered.

"Ye alright, sweetheart?"

MacCready nearly swallowed a mouthful of water when he heard that. Sturges was staring right at him.

"I'm fi--fine!" he stammered.

"Yer shakin' like a leaf," the mechanic continued, sweeping back his wet hair.

"I'm just...cold...nothing I can't handle," the merc replied, trying not to stare.

"Well good luck to ya...I need a beer." Sturges swam past him, heading toward the bank.

"I'm with him on that one," Aiden followed.

MacCready gazed longingly at the shoreline. It was tempting. He could just give up now.

Nate smirked at him. "Don't ye dare..."

"I wasn't..." the merc lied.

"Sure ye weren't–”

"It appears something has entered my armor! I appear to have been compromised!" Danse's booming voice rang through the air.

"Nothin' in this water but us, big guy," Hancock called out.

"I can assure you, I am not mistaken! There is something alive inside my suit!"

The spy swam closer to him. "Maybe it's a bloatfly larvae...they like to burrow in wet organic materials..."

Danse froze. "What?"

Deacon tried not to laugh.

"I must terminate this creature immediately!" Danse was starting to panic.

"I shall accompany Monsieur Danse in his endeavor," Curie volunteered.

"I'm out...I'm not missing this! Thanks for the swim, guys." And with that, Deacon climbed out of the water.

"Fascinating...perhaps I should join them," X6-88 followed suit.

"I ain't missing this... Tapping out," Hancock was next.

And then there were three.

"How're ye feelin'?”

"Fine..." MacCready answered.

"Naw really, how are ye feelin'?" Nate asked again.

"I feel...alive," the merc admitted.

"Ye still cold?"

"Too numb to tell..."

Nate let out a belly laugh at that. "That's the spirit."

"Slick?" Jake was shivering now. "I think I'm at my limit."

"Aye...let's get ye warmed up and some scran in ye," Nate agreed.

MacCready watched them climb out of the water. Nate gathered up a blanket from Codsworth and slung it over the pair of them.

"Ye coming, lad? Or do I need tae send Strong in tae get ye?"

MacCready watched them for a moment, Nate's arm resting protectively around the engineer's waist as they walked back toward the common area.

He...he won?

"Yeah...I'm coming..."

"Well done Master MacCready! A stupendous display!” Codsworth greeted him as he clambered out of the lake.

"Thanks, Codsworth," MacCready replied.

The Mr. Handy draped the blanket over his shoulders. "Come now, you must be famished after all that excitement."

"I'm starving..."

Nate rested his head on Jacob's shoulder, fresh clothes and a warm fire and an assortment of familiar faces, it was the perfect way to spend New Years.

"I hope everyone enjoyed themselves today," he said softly.

"You know I did, Blue," Piper replied as she sipped her hot chocolate.

"Me too!" Shaun sat cross-legged on the floor with Dogmeat's head in his lap. "This place is pretty great!”

"Indeed sir," X6-88 agreed. "The festivities were quite enjoyable."

"Oh it was most enjoyable indeed, Monsieur! Perhaps we could participate in this 'dooken' again next year." Curie leaned into Cait's side.

"Ye can count me in!" Cait kissed her on the forehead.

"What are you gonna call him?” Hancock asked, his chin propped up by his hand.

"Call who?" Nate frowned.

"His Stowaway," the ghoul said, nodding to the bundle in Danse's arms.

"My desire is to call him Cutler...but I fear I may not be able to adequately tame him..."

"Cutler is a fine name for a Mirelurk," Preston reassured him.

'I think so too," Hancock agreed.

"This is fascinating. I have never observed a juvenile hatchling in this state before," Curie commented as she peered over Danse's arm. "He is so well behaved!"

"These creatures are normally quite aggressive...but this one...I find it...endearing." Danse admitted.

"I know that feeling," Hancock smirked.

MacCready shifted in Beau's embrace, stretching his legs out in front of him before settling into the comfortable warmth surrounding him.

"Happy New Year," he yawned.

"Happy New Year," Sturges echoed, pulling him closer.

An array of voices replied with similar sentiments.

It made Nate proud. Somehow in the midst of chaos, they found each other, and despite the differences they once shared, the prejudices they had held, he brought them together. He only hoped it would be enough to see them through whatever the Wastes would throw at them next.

Nate leaned over and kissed Jake on the cheek. "Welcome tae the family."

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༄𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐗 𝐟.𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | Fantasy, Mermaid AU | ༄𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 3.6k + ༄𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : Foul language and slight violence

Water,

Sand,

Screaming...

All eerie sensations that haunt my very soul.

Skin wet and cold to the bone as the chilling night breeze comes unannounced and runs along it unmercifully. The contrasting dry and roughness of sand scraping along my back as I just lie there in the open, unable to move. Utterly vulnerable, exposed and alone.

Or so I thought...

Vision already blurred from the loud vocalisations I was emitting continuously and warm tears relentlessly burning the corners of my eyes and icy skin, the figure above me appeared dark and warped. It's face concealed by the blackness of night as I failed to identify it and whether it was friend or foe. The faint moonlight outlining it's crouched body as it loomed over my own, a broad one of a man.

I continued to shiver from the wind, goosebumps no doubt covering my skin by now. My throat turned sore from my screaming, however I never stopped. Waves crashed onto the shore behind us, his hands hovering over my form cautiously, like he was afraid to touch me.

Sounds coming out from his mouth in an attempt to quiet my wailing, however he was unsuccessful. So far he didn't seem like a threat, any normal assailant would've had me dead and buried by now.

I strained my hearing to listen over my screams, his words unfortunately too muffled to comprehend.

As if understanding my struggles, he suddenly bent his head lower so it was now in line with my right ear. The breath from his lips making the sensitive skin around it tingle like crazy.

"You're getting warm," he spoke out in a smooth, tantalising voice.

"Follow the feeling..."

"One touch and you're halfway home..." he finished, cupping my cheek and wiping away my stream of tears.

My screams seemed to settle, my throat and vocal cords finally getting some well deserved relief. I tried to croak out a reply to his words, wanting to ask what they meant but I was rudely interrupted.

The distant, blaring sound of a car horn erupted through the air, abruptly cutting me off. It grew louder in pitch until that was all that I could focus on, my teeth grinding from the annoying relentless sound.

Urgh! I can't take it!

My eyes shot open, as I returned to the land of the conscious. Rubbing my eyes, I let them adjust to the light of the early morning rays while I laid back on my semi-hard bed. My breathing was slightly ragged as I tried to steady it, a layer of sweat present on my skin.

This always happens after one of my dreams. When I was much younger I used to startle awake from them or be full blown screaming my head off, the latter was always fun for my foster parents at the time, even once threatening to admit me into an institution. Now I'm so used to them that this thankfully wasn't the case anymore. However...

The man talked to me, he never had before!

All that ever happened within my memory dreams was me lying down on the beach I assumed to be where my birth parents abandoned me and a dark body of a man muttering gibberish, never precise words like what I had just experienced.

Still it's not like I could make sense of them, they're more like a vague riddle than words of advice or instruction. 'One touch', 'follow the feeling', What feeling? Touch what, the holy grail? I'm so confused.

Maybe coming back to my 'birth' place was unearthing some repressed memories or information. Maybe he was telling me how to uncover those facts.

I was by now sitting upright running through all of the scenes in my dream, trying to decipher everything and make sense of them. This was a major breakthrough, so I wasn't about to shrug it off and let it slip by without analysing it from every possible angle.

But life seemed to have other plans in store for me at this exact moment as I jumped up in fright at the ear splitting sound of a car horn. Losing my balance I fell off my bed and practically face planted onto the floor. "Urgh..."

Loud banging erupted from the other side of my door suddenly, the knocking I could tell was anything but friendly. Pushing myself up from the hard wooden floors, I cautiously walk over to the door rubbing my sore arms. Taking a deep breath I swung the door open, bracing myself for who I would find.

"About bloody time! You deaf as well as mute Cheong?"

Ms Jee stood before me, arms crossed and a deep scowl plastered on her face, creating deep sets of wrinkles. She looked me up and down, like I was some rodent that she could squish under her foot.

"H-how can I help you Ms Jee?" I asked, ignoring her harsh comments and trying to be polite.

"Don't give me that oblivious look, your crazy band of grampas are down there waking up the whole building with their racket!"

Her words struck me as I came to conclusions. The loud car horn sounds must be from Dongha and the others. Oh shoot, they're already here to pick me up! Mentally facepalming I shuffled around on my spot and bowed.

"I'm so s-sorry. I promise this noise is a one time thing, t-they're only here to help..."

"It better be, I don't need senile old men causing a ruckus and driving away business."

"Y-yes ma'am."

With that she stormed off in a huff. Closing the door behind me, I made my way over to the closet and pulled out a random t-shirt and shorts, quickly getting dressed so as to not keep my fishermen friends waiting much longer. It's only the third day of my stay and she already has me on her hate list, I thought back to the receptionist.

Laid out safe and secure upon my bedside table was the hat of the man I saw yesterday with those feline eyes, still not able to put a name to him.

Should I bring it in case I see him?

Relenting, I picked it up and scratched my head in thought. It was too big to fit into my usual handbag that I've had for years and was slowly falling apart because I couldn't afford a new one. Even working three part time jobs didn't help, all my pay going towards rent, groceries and the sort. I was amazed that I had actually figured out how to get time off from them all at the same time. That I would say is an achievement in itself.

Back to the hat, I didn't want to fold it to fit and accidentally ruin it. Wearing it would just be outright weird. Who wears a stranger's hat.

It's fine Y/n, you've got hands for a reason. Just carry it.

I feel like this hat is giving me more anxiety than the actual person who supposedly owns it. Shaking my head at my worries, I exited my room, making my way down towards my elderly chaperones.

I watched the multitudes of trees fly by through the window of the old battered ute, clouds of dirt and sand being formed by the vehicle's rough tires as they ran over the bumpy ground beneath. Dongha, acting as my chauffeur, manned the wheel as he made many twists and turns along the deserted road, all the while chatting up a storm to his friend in the backseat, Sungwon. Their third musketeer unfortunately couldn't join us on this unexpected journey, having to stay back and man the shop with a shipment of angling equipment arriving very soon.

I tried to listen to their animated conversation, however I couldn't help but zone out, not understanding half of the fishing terminology and slang they were using, they may as well be speaking in a completely different language. The smell of fish was deeply embedded into every surface of the car, no matter how many times you would try to wash or air it out there would forever be that lingering odour. I smiled at that, thinking that this predicament pertained to their love for their job, as it would never disappear completely.

The mystery man's hat sat safely on my lap as I skimmed my fingers along it's smooth brim. It was a little tattered in places implying that it was put to good use, the guy must wear it often. Lost in my daydream I truly hoped I would come across him again, not just to return his belongings but perhaps for something more. Instantly blushing at my starstruck thoughts I mentally slapped myself, trying not to get my hopes up.

You haven't even talked to the guy, he could end up being a total douche.

I should be focusing on more important things like how my interaction with Mr Yang is going to pan out. They did mention him being quite closed off and 'an old grump' so I wasn't too sure if he would be open to talking and revealing any valuable, meaningful recounts about my life. If he was anything like Ms Jee then I was in for a challenge. I was already way out of my comfort zone as it is, actively seeking out others to have a conversation with was on the complete opposite end of my invisible socialising spectrum, my end being a total recluse. I'm surprised I haven't caved in and packed up to run back to my tiny apartment in the city yet, my thirst for knowledge overruling my introverted tendencies.

"Want an oyster lass? They were freshly picked this mornin'" Sungwon asked, holding out said oyster to me from in between the seats. I looked back and took in the sight of the shellfish, half of a jagged shell cut open and encompassing the raw meat within.

"Uh.."

To be honest I never really found a liking for any form of seafood, it always left an unpleasant taste in my mouth as I tried to swallow it down without trying to gag. So I did the most logical thing one would do in this situation.

"S-sure," Taking the offered food, I didn't want to seem rude and deny their hospitality. Handing me a spoon I carefully dug out the meat and lifted it to my mouth, taking it all in one mouthful.

"Make sure ya chew it a couple 'o times ta get tha full taste."

Doing as the fisherman instructed, I tried not to throw up in my seat, the metallic, briny taste making me screw up my face and the cold, gooey texture only adding to the horrible sensation.

Clearly seeing my reaction and struggle the two men busted out laughing, Dongha slightly losing control and almost steering off the dusty road from how hard he was wheezing.

"Dear child, ye shoulda seen ya face!" Sungwon chuckled. "You coulda said ye didn't like 'em."

Finally managing to swallow down the bit of seafood, I looked down in embarrassment.

"Funny I remember ye used ta gobble 'em down like anythin' when ye were a wee lil thing."

"I-I find that hard to believe," I replied back, baffled at his claim.

Feeling something else being nudged into my hands I looked down to find a smooth orange fruit topped with green leaves in the shape of a four petaled flower. I felt my eyes lighting up.

Persimmon, my favourite!

Taking a large, satisfying bite into the fruit, I enjoyed and savoured it's mild sweetness, ultimately taking away the oyster's disgustingness.

"Glad ta see not all ye tastes have changed! They ripened earlier this year." Dongha smiled in endearment. "T'was Yeona's favourite as well. Looks like ye are her daughter after all."

Mrs Yang, Yeona.... my mother...

A sudden weight of sorrow filling my chest.

Oh how I wish she was still alive and well, maybe I would've never ended up feeling so lost...

I continued to enjoy the persimmon, along with satisfying my taste buds, I also ended up eating it in my mother's honour, a silent cheers to her wherever her soul may be. Around half an hour had passed until the three of us pulled up in front of a small, sandy driveway, almost gone unnoticed by the heavy shrubbery surrounding it. My realisation that we had arrived at our destination caused a fresh wave of nerves to encompass me.

Was I really up to seeing my adoptive father? He did send me away after all...

Taking in deep, slow breaths I tried to quiet down my anxiety, I wasn't about to have a panic attack after travelling all this way. Not when I was so close to finding out my truth. The two fishermen realising my distress silently consoled me with gentle pats on the back and words of reassurance.

"You'll be fine lil' lady. Just take a moment."

"Would ye like me ta come with?" Dongha probed, squeezing my hand to calm me down.

"I-I appreciate that, however... I think this is s-something I have to do alone..."

"Alrighty then, we'll be here waitin' for ye. Take as long as ya need."

Thanking them for all that they are doing for me, I slowly exited the rusted vehicle, opting to leave the hat in place of me on the now vacant seat. Following the uneven and overgrown path to Mr Yang's assumed house I continued to steel my nerves, my heart mistaking my bodily reactions for me being in potential danger, the unneeded adrenaline running in my blood, causing me to be more aware of my surroundings.

The more I walked, the more the messy vegetation seemed to ease out, in the end opening up the path to a wide, secluded beach where a lone cabin was perched up on top of one of the many tall dunes. The early morning sunlight making the structure glow in rich, golden hues.

This is where I grew up for at least 4 years.. It's beautiful...

So immersed in the calming scenery, the whole walk to the house was one big blank as I unknowingly found myself suddenly in front of the porch steps, like I had instantly teleported from one place to another in one simple blink. Dongha and Sungwon had assured me on the drive that Mr Yang would most likely be awake at this time, as fishermen tended to all get up at the crack of dawn to prepare for their day. Still I couldn't brush away the fact that I was intruding in some way. Somehow I knew this was in no way going to be an easy interaction.

Crossing my fingers I ascended the worn, wooden steps and with a little hesitation lightly knocked on the screen door. I stood there in anticipation, waiting.

And waiting...

And waiting..

Maybe I didn't knock hard enough?

I banged my knuckles a little harder onto the door's old, rusted surface, trying not to accidentally break it off its hinges. That would most certainly not go down well with the occupant.

A few moments passed and still nothing. He was either in a really deep sleep or off fishing somewhere unbeknownst to my arrival. I huffed not wanting to have to burden the fishermen to drive me all the way up here again later just to see if he's there that time.

"Who are you!?"

A low voice shouted out from behind, practically knocking the air out of my lungs. With the amount of jump scares I was getting subjected to in the last day or so, you'd think I was in some sort of horror movie. Pure, raw hostility had dripped off each of the new arrival's words, making me not want to face their source.

Cautiously turning around in slow motion, I was hit with the sight of an older man, staring me down with a stone hard, accusing expression. He looked to be a good few years younger than the three other men I had run into, the majority of his hair faded to a dull grey, with less wrinkles than the elderly fishermen. In his grasp was a bucket of fish, freshly caught.

"M-Mr Yang?"

"Who's askin'?" He fired back, clearly not happy I was here in his place of residence, whoever I so claimed to be. "If you're here to sell, I ain't buyin'."

"No no, I-I'm not one of those p-people..um.." I stumbled over my words. Great going Y/n.

"Out with it... whoever you are, I ain't got all day."

"Y/n, C-Cheong Y/n. You adopted m-me back when I wa-"

"Shut it!" He cut me off, anger flaring up in his words, as his eyes ever so slightly widened. There was a great awkward moment of us just standing there, his eyes glancing over me, looking like he was making sure he wasn't hallucinating or had misheard what I had just said.

"I thought you were gone for good, you finally came back to finish me off huh, wasn't my Yeona enough for you!?"

Puzzled at his odd statement, I had no idea how to reply. He mockingly chuckled at my silence.

"What, no snarky reply, or are you stunned that I figured out your devilish plans?"

"W-what are you saying?"

Dropping his pail of fish, not caring that the contents splattered all over the place, he stomped up towards me punching the wooden paneling right beside my head, making me flinch and the structure shake from the impact.

"How dare you claim not to know what you did! My Yeona may have been blinded by your innocent act, however I'm not! You made her sick, you killed her!"

I gulped at that, this confrontation not doing my timid nature any favours. However I had to scrape my insecurities aside for the moment otherwise it didn't look like it was going to end well for me if I didn't.

"H-how can a child do something like that, I'm not s-some spawn of the d-devil! I was left to die and you took me in. I-I'm nothing but grateful for that, so w-what would give m-me the reason to be the cause of my m-mother's death?"

A fire ignited inside of his eyes as a burning hot wave of fury engulfed Yang Chinhae.

"She was never your mother! How dare you use that name. You weren't a child, you were some fish freak posing as one of us! My dear wife looked past that and took you in regardless of that fact! You cursed us from the beginning."

Fish freak?

Clearly seeing my reaction at those words specifically, he smirked.

"I saw it all, what you really are! Some crazy sea monster! A few of your disgusting kind dumped ya on our beach and you shed scales like some blasted snake. You invaded our lives and put Yeona under some crazy voodoo spell. She wouldn't say no, we shoulda thrown you back into the sea when we had the chance."

Baffled at all that had left his mouth so far, I tried to come to grips with the information. It seemed like he was on something, all the stuff he was claiming sounded like some childish fairytale mixed in with a bunch of superstitious ideologies. Any sane person would think he had lost it big time. Yet the way he spoke with such emotion and unfiltered angst, I was second guessing myself. Maybe I'm getting too desperate in my search that I would take any statement as gospel.

"I-If you claim me to be something so awful why didn't you kill me already?"

He half-heartedly laughed, all the while glaring at me. "Oh ho you're good, you're good I give you that," he began, keeping me trapped by his fist against the wall behind. "It would've been my arse behind bars if I dared lift a finger towards you. You had the whole town in your clutches and a few good hits to you were already getting them concerned, if I went full force then I'd be the one on the darn chopping block. Instead I had to send you away to poison some other family's life."

Thinking that I wasn't going to get much further with this man, one other inconsistency in my past came to the surface.

"W-were you the one that ruined my feet!? You said it yourself that you liked to hit me." I held my ground.

"Heh, I wish I could take credit for that," Mr Yang spat, briefly eyeing my feet hidden within my overused sneakers. Looking back up at me he gripped my shoulder hard enough to bruise, making me gasp at the unwelcomed pain.

"L-let go!"

"That's another pathetic example as to what you really are, or what you're not I should say. You're not human, but some fish that I would be more than happy to skewer."

Having enough I pushed with all my might to break free from his hold. Rushing down the stairs I dared to look back at the man I once may have tried to call father. No he was anything but one.

"That's right, crawl back ta where you came from you fucking witch, an' don't come back or you'll get it!" He shot out, briefly ducking into his house he returned shortly after and went to throw something in my direction. Bracing myself I instinctively lifted my arms to shield my face, where eventually an avalanche of salt got dumped straight onto me, painting me a frosty white.

Guess it was my destiny to become a snow monster after all.

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madamescarlette · 7 months

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Hi! List five things that make you happy; then, if you'd like to, put this in the ask box of the last ten people who reblogged something from you and spread some positivity! 🧡

There are probably more than enough of these in my inbox to go a little wild little crazy, so I'm like, why not list 25 things? (Love you Elli sending you my love!!!)

Dr. Pepper, but like no legitimately sometimes my reason for living is for the day I'll drink my darling battery acid soda next.

The feeling when you look right into a carnation and you keep wondering if you'll ever look right into the heart of it but it's constantly enfolded by a thousand tiny powdery folds. The mystery of it and the joy of it.

The gentle joy in my heart when people call me "Miss" Eden now. I don't actually know if it's a Southern-ism? But folks haven't really called me that since I was a little girl, but all of a sudden somebody did recently and it made me delighted for no reason at all. There's a weird perfect affection to it that's a joy to my heart.

Things that are blue in all shades and shapes and sizes, not least of all the particular eternal-blue of the October sky (headed towards me very soon!!!)

When you pick out a book on a whim and you might not be able to tell if it's truly good, but it reaches your HEART, and you have to cry in meeting it and being met in kind. (Indiscretion by Jude Morgan I still can't tell what I felt about you but you did make me cry so you know. There's that.)

Speaking of crying, I made (perhaps...the self-destructive?) decision to watch Persuasion 1995 and Miss Potter back to back last week and reader, I wept and I wept, but my emotions were in such a gooey state that I truly could not regret a bit of it. What's better than watching two of your old favorites and being enfolded by them?

Maybe a funny blessing, but I'm back in a choir that sings new things weekly and it is such a part of my heart that I had missed and I feel that part of me unfolding again from being hidden in the background for so long. JOY!

I have brand new glasses and will perhaps get another pair soon and I'm just. Vastly excited about it. They're like a shiny new facet of me and I love it.

So what if I'm an old lady and it brightens my heart endlessly that I can make my own tapioca pudding whenever my heart so calls for it. It's the little things in life babey.

Whenever I see my college best friend these days she HAS to pick me up when she's hugging me and spin around for a minute. And truly, everything to me.

I've kept this particular ProZD video open in my tabs since he posted it months ago because it never fails to make me cry-laugh I love this place so MUCH

It's just the right season to start wearing my beloved caramel-colored sweater again and it makes me the happiest to be back in my proper warm colors again. The world is right, you know?

Having Laufey's new album to listen to at lunch when I sit by the window and look outside into my favorite tree is such a beautiful memory that's going to endure burning bright in my soul for a very long time I think.

Similarly, having Maisie's album to happily caterwaul to when I drive to and fro as the sky paints itself a bright gracious blue or a heart-warming pink has been such a companion and comfort to my heart this summer, and I can't quite express how much it means to me. I haven't had an album be my friend this much in a minute, and I really needed that.

My brothers have taken to texting our sibling gc whenever they make some recipe they're particularly proud of lately, and it's so sweet and heartfelt to me whenever they all cry out in joy over each other.

Recently there was a visiting priest at church, and the joy when all of us in the choir realized simultaneously that he was Irish when he started talking was the funniest and sweetest to me. (Both my and my choir director's heads snapped up at the same time and it was the silliest billiest!!)

One of my grandfather's paintings sits on my wall now for me to look at every morning, a painting of the view out of his window, and it's just. Love to me, that's all.

I've been on a burst of reading again after a long period of stillness, and I just hit my goal (100) rather. sooner than I thought I would! It's a simple but beautiful thing! The gears of my brain are still moving after all, praise be for that.

I'm slowly coming out of my hardened, much-loathed yet unfortunately comforting shell of fear that I've lived in, fed and watered for the past few months. It's not much, but let's cheers to that. I sleep though the night and I go where I'm wanted, indeed!

I haven't gotten to play in the sandbox of story truly shamelessly and heedless of my own inner critic, but pray for me that this Inklings helps me break out of that. My mind is already turning, trying to spin something new, and it's also like meeting an old part of myself.

I decided to give Katherine Center's books another try recently, and I'm actually so glad that I did because she has the funny knack of making her characters into actual people, which not every romcom maker has the trick of. (Not a dig, btw, I am a romcom lover of old-- but even I must admit it's so nice to follow characters that act in the ways an adjusted adult does. Me at the end of the work day can only take so many fraught conversations, you know?)

Also might be silly, but I now own a blue lace dress of my teenage self's dreams and it fits me like a glove and I haven't stopped beaming with JOY over it.

I've been playing The Great Ace Attorney Chronicles for the first time and I have to play it in veeeery tiny little chunks (like, an hour at a time, which takes great strength of will to do, let me tell you) because it makes me too happy and I feel the need to savor it, like bites of my favorite jam on toast.

Actually, you know what one of the best things in the world is? Lemon curd over melted butter on freshly baked bread. It's like eating sunshine.

The unburdening, lightening, brightening and gleaming feeling of being known when you've had a long talk with someone who can really see you. Maybe it doesn't come around that often, or maybe it comes often and frequently in such tiny ways that we can't anticipate or appreciate enough until they've built into such a succession over time, but regardless, it means everything to me. There's something so simple and true about being able to speak and be heard, and to listen and to hear in equal measure. It will always be a balancing act, but being able to take part at all- ay, that's the spice of life, isn't it lads?

#ask #and that's quite enough of me isn't it!!!#<- bold-faced lie because it's partial eden night despite that #but you know!!

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moon-catto · 2 years

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Shifting into JJK Universe!

I had this crazy dream and decided to write it down but with a little twist sksksk 😃

Warning: none, fluff? Manga spoiler inside!

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I got this crazy dream when I took a nap in the afternoon. I was doing my college assignments that I ignored for weeks. Tomorrow is the deadline so I literally speedrun my essay to prevent me from failing that class.

It was like 5 pm when I finally sent my essay via email to my professor, there's nothing special that time. But somehow the air feels a bit warmer and I can smell the subtle scent of wet grass because my windows are open. I can see the red sky outside where the sun is barely setting.

And something about it moved me. I pulled my chair closer to my window and sat there for a moment. I rested my chin on the windowsill as I enjoyed the light breeze of passing wind hit me gently.

Being a seventh semester student is tiring, I keep running here and there trying to keep everything together when it's clearly falling apart. I was too busy chasing after my diploma to see the world around me.

I forgot that the world can be so… beautiful.

A smile was curved on my face. It may look like a tired smile, but it feels blissful nonetheless. This simple moment is very precious, where I can breathe easily without worrying about my assignments and grades. I can just simply… breathe.

I wasn't tired, no. I have an even more heavy assignment before. This much doesn't tire me or maybe it's because I didn't realize just how tired I am? Perhaps that's why my eyelids feel so heavy right now.

I got a night class later… a light nap won't be a problem, right?

I'm not the type of person who dreams often. If I do, it would be an absurd type of dream, you know? Like the world is falling into a zombie outbreak and I'm the only human left. It usually ended with me running for my dear life with these left4dead zombies chasing for my ass.

Ugh, it was horrible. I don't wanna remember that dream again. Anyway the funny thing is, whenever I have these dreams I would always be able to access a side menu. Like an in-game menu where you can pause the world, resume the dream, skip the dream, or go back to the main menu a.k.a the real world. Of course, I was quick to choose to skip that dream— just to be chased by abnormal titans in another dream.

This time too, I was playing hide and seek with Huggy Wuggy from the Poppy Playtime game in Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory (I know. It was a very wild dream). He found out where I hid, so I tried to run away but my body feels so heavy like time got slowed down but that thing— that blue furry monster walked so quickly towards me and was about to eat me.

I screamed but my voice also pitched down because I'm still stuck in the slow down mode. Thanks to my super quick reflexes, I was able to press the side menu and skip the dream/sarcastic.

So that's why now I'm stuck in this white space. I'm finally able to breathe freely and my movement becomes normal.

I was about to fall because of the sudden change in space, but luckily I was held by someone.

"Geez, that scared the hell out of me." The person who held me said, His voice is surprisingly familiar. "You appeared here out of nowhere and screamed like you're getting possessed." He had the audacity to laugh at my misery. I would be throwing hands and legs at him if only I wasn't so shocked at the current moment.

I let out a coughing fit because of the building tension earlier. My chest feels so tight, it's painful. The pain is very vivid, just like when someone punched you right on your chest. "Holy shit. Should have not watched that youtuber gameplay last night." I muttered between coughs.

"Hey, you're okay? You look a bit pale there." He pushed my chin with his thumb to see my face. I squinted my eyes shut, in fear that he had a disfigured face or something. I don't really think I can handle another jumpscare right now.

Sensing my fear, his voice got softer.

"It's okay. You're okay. Nothing is going to happen to you."

I clearly remember the owner of this voice. Is it really him? Can I open my eyes? What if it's not him? I can count the occasions where I fall for this kind of sweet trap in other dreams, it doesn't end well to say the least.

"I promise."

Oh, wow. He sounds very reliable. Why do I feel like crying?

"Aw, look at you." He ruffled my hair. "You're crying. You were that scared?" I can hear him chuckle lightly. "What kind of monster did you see to make you this scared, huh…" Maybe he took pity on my pathetic self, that's why he's pulling me closer to him.

A bump. Is this… his chest? For your information, yes it was hard. Also, boii, you're going to kill me right here.

"Now you're laughing. Aren't you a weird girl." He hummed, he sounded amused even. Figures, he must've never seen such a weirdo in his life.

But No, you don't understand mister. This is the most delightful dream I ever had in my life. Like for real? I don't wanna this to end.

Get a grip. I immediately slapped myself to stop my concerning train of thoughts. Geez, in all of the people I could have met, I have to embarrass myself in front of him.

Ah, now I wish to disappear.

"Quiet now, aren't we?" I can feel his hands trying to remove my hands that covered my face. "Come on, that's not fair. I let you cry on my chest earlier."

After a bit of pulling and tugging, I finally gave up. He's just that irresistible and also very stubborn.

"Now we're talking!" I opened my eyes and was met with his blue ones. "You're feeling better?"

"... Dear lord."

"Ah? Wah! Why are you falling all of a sudden?!"

"I must've saved a nation from a disaster in my previous life…" I was limp in his arms. My body gave up just like that, there's no ounce of power left. My knees shook like a jelly and my vision is getting blurry because of the rush of serotonin in my veins.

"What are you talking about?" He's enjoying this weird situation. He's pulling my noodle arms and twisting my body as if I'm a kind of a marionette. "You're really weird." He says but he's laughing at my pathetic state. Guess being a clown for my whole life can be advantageous sometimes.

"Thank you." He finally let me sit on the white ground. Currently breathing heavily and in denial.

"Hmmmmmmmm…." He leaned closer. I should've known this man doesn't know the concept of personal space. "I've never seen you before." He then clapped his hand in an excited manner. "Then how about introducing ourselves?"

".... Okay."

"Me first! I'm Gojo Satoru! I'm 28 years old and I'm a teacher!" He extended his hand and I accepted it hesitantly, because I was in awe at the size difference of our hands.

"... I'm Y/N…"

"... And?"

"... I'm 21 years old…"

"Uh-huh."

"And uh, I'm a college student."

"Ah, what semester are you in right now?"

"Seventh semester."

"I see, then you will be graduating soon!" He shook my hand vigorously and my whole body also shook following his movement. "Congrats!"

"I haven't graduated yet, why are you congratulating me?" I smiled.

"Because that means I will be the first to congratulate you!"

"Ah, that makes sense."

"So, you're not asking about what major I studied?" He asked with a wiggle on his eyebrows.

"Why should I?"

"Well because I'm a teacher. Isn't it natural to ask what major I studied?"

"Well, yeah." I nodded. "But then, a sorcerer doesn't have to go to college in order to be a Jujutsu teacher, right?"

He made a big surprised O. His expression is very cute, I can't hold back my laugh. "Are you a psychic?!"

"You can say that." I grinned.

"Oh, a sorcerer and a psychic. That would be a dope story." He smiled, his smile could light up the whole continent.

"I bet." I smiled back.

We spent like hours talking about various things. Mostly about our worlds, he's beyond surprised to hear that curses doesn't exist in my world.

"... That would be a perfect place to live." He told me in a rather solemn voice.

"Maybe."

He raised his eyebrows in question.

"Because in my world, some people have to live with something worse than a curse." I smiled bitterly at the thought. "You can say that we're cursed in one way or another."

"...True," he said. I thought he's a nosy person who invades others' personal space as he likes, but he doesn't push further after that.

"Hey, Gojo."

"What?"

"..." I'm hesitating to say this. I know that our time will be over soon and I don't know if I will be able to meet him again. But I always want to say this to him if I can. This is maybe just a dream, but my heart says otherwise— that's why I need to tell him this.

"... What are you going to say?"

"——————."

His eyes widened after hearing my words.

"Be careful." I told him with a sad smile. His surprised face somehow made me feeling hurt. "I don't want you to hurt even more."

Satoru woke up in a cold sweat.

"... Just a dream." It's supposed to be a dream. But why is his heart racing and filled with such uneasiness?

The words from the stranger in his dream keeps haunting his mind even with his hardest effort to forget it.

"Fuck." He bit his lips as the memory of his dream comes back again.

"Suguru Getou is alive but his body is taken over by Noritoshi Kamo."

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#gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo satoru x you #gojou satoru x you #gojou x reader #jjk #gojo Satoru imagines #jjk imagines #jujutsu kaisen imagines #gojo satoru drabble #jujutsu kaisen drabbles #jjk drabbles

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Hello! My name is Moriah and I am a junior in high school. I was wondering if I might be able to get your insight on a few questions I have?

I am in my final years of high school and am starting to think about college but I have no idea what I want to pursue. I know I love art, so for a long time I have been thinking about getting an art major or going to an art school.

I’m reaching out because I ABSOLUTELY LOVE YOUR ART and I think you are a very talented artist! I have been in love with your art for so long and I am curious and wondering how you are able to fit drawing into your life?

1.) Do you think going to school for art or having an art major is worth it? What was it like?

2.) how can I fit art into my everyday life? I’m sure you have work and other things to do in your life so how do you balance it out? (I just want to know how you can draw as much as you do!)

3.) do you do art as a hobby or a career? If it is a hobby how to you balance work, art, and home life? If it is a career or part-time career is it an alright source of income?

Thank you so much! And sorry if these questions might seem personal. I just want to know how other artist manage to draw and create their work and still have an adult life. Thanks again, and thank you for being a huge inspiration in my life to create the art I love! Your art means so much to me!❤️❤️ ❤️

Hi Moriah!! How have you been? :D✨ I'm so sorry it took me sooooo long to respond. I've been busy like crazy 😩 but I'll try to be as honest as possible and make it understandable too, ‘cause, you know, my english sometimes fails me jaja

1. In my case it was 💜, being able to study the things I love made it much easier for me to finish my degree and know what I want to do now, and although I know that now we are in a time in which you can learn many things just by watching videos or tutorials (especially related to drawing), I still believe that if you want that, you like it and you know you can be good at it, do it ✨, it is better to be happy doing what you like than to be stuck in something you don't, although I would recommend having a idea WHAT you want to study, maybe animation, character design, graphic design, etc. That will create a clearer vision of where you want to go. You can ask yourself, of everything you do, what do you like the most?

2. Personally, I am a very organized person >w<, not to the point of writing down everything I do or have to do in the day, but having an idea of the things I should do helps me a lot, since there are things that I obviously cannot skip, such as work, that takes up a lot of my time, so every time I can I start drawing, even if it's just a small doodle, it's well known that if you want to improve you have to practice and you don't know how much just scribbling helps you 0m0, much of which I know I learned by trying and trying and trying just by drawing silly things in my notebooks, but of course drawing all day is not healthy either. For example, if I get tired I take breaks, maybe to eat a snack, go out with my friends or play with my pet, like that you balance your routine a little, doing your responsibilities but improving along the way and without getting tired.

3. Right now only as a hobby jaja, this year I would like to look for a job related to animation so I couldn't help you as much in that aspect, but I can tell you that nowadays you should have two or more sources of income, even if you have a permanent job in something related to art, have another one just in case or if you have a hobby you can also take advantage of it, like me for example, making commissions you could say that it is my hobby and I am taking advantage of it, but as I mentioned before, organizing yourself will help you. It helps a lot in what you want to do, where you want to go and even your life ✨

I feel very honored that you asked me 🥹✨, don't worry, I am also very new to being a functional adult on my own xD but I am happy to know that you can have that trust with me 💜, I hope that some of my answers have helped you ^w^ I send you a big hug 🫂✨

#And thank you very much for the nice comments you always post about my art 🥹#I always read them all ✨💛#good questions #danicloth #answers #personal #dani answers #art

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analexthatexists · 2 months

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Undertale AU Ideas involving Alphys

Because not everything can be about Sans Undertale, right?

(I had so much fricking fun writing, these oh my god.)

TW: Suicide and other heavy topics

1. Reincarnation

Alphys kills themselves and is revived similarly as Flowey.

This part of one of the Betrayed Undyne Endings stook with me for a bit. What would happen if she unsucessfully pulled it off and was brought back to life by Flowey or some other person? Perhaps even Undyne? They'd probably come back as maybe a robot or some sort of technological-based body.

And then like...Everything resets but Alphys stays the same and is basically now trapped in the role Flowey is. RESET after RESET trying to get back to their normal life and all of their friends, Alphys would realize that they can't go back and that this is their life now, going down a similar path as Asriel once did, but resorting to violence and hurting others far slower than Flowey did. Eventually they just become hopeless and go a bit crazy. Their goal however wouldn't be to become the GOD OF HYPERDEATH or TO STEAL YOUR SOUL or anything like that. They just want to be able to die and move on, maybe even reincarnate into a better life, just anything but THIS. And instead of teaching "It's KILL or BE KILLED", they teach "It's FIGHT or BE FOUGHT" (Less about hurting and killing people and more defending yourself from others), letting you learn how to fight and attack before how bullets and attacks work.

2. Destabilization

In an attempt to continue her plans in experimenting with DETERMINATION, Alphys chooses to inject herself with some of the substance over gathering fallen down monsters, only to eventually turn into an Amalgamate.

I have a feeling this idea has already been done, but screw it. Yes, I'm aware it's similar to things like Alphys NEO and Alphys Takes Action but WHO THE HECK CARES!?

After a few trials, Alphys decides to push their research further and, seeing as they don't want to risk any lives (and basically stopping the Amalgamates from happening), decides to test the stuff on herself without permission from or telling Asgore. The idea was less about making SOULs persist and more about a monster becoming as strong if not stronger than a human, potentially being able to shatter or cross The Barrier if successful. She was already dealing with low self esteem anyways, thinking that if this did fail and she died, would anyone even miss her? It wasn't much a loss, which motivated her further to do this to herself, injecting a SMALL dose of DETERMINATION into herself with the help of some complex machinery. At first, it worked and she was fine, and she took down notes about herself and continued her studies mostly normally, but as time progressed and she grew more stressed, more determined to finish her work and more obsessed over doing this for everyone, her body began to deteriorate as the DETERMINATION began overwhelming her. Eventually she wasn't able to leave the True Lab and had to send out Mettaton, who was growing more and more concerned about the doctor's condition, to do stuff for her via text messages and other forms of communication. Eventually, she went totally silent all together, resulting in Mettaton and Undyne going into the True Lab to check on her, only to find she'd transformed into something monstrous and unrecognizable. A fate almost similar to Gaster, actually. Brilliant scientists being shattered mentally and physically to their own creations.

3. Recollection/Reformation

Alphys tries to save Undyne before she dies after the Undying battle, but fails horribly as the rest of the Underground falls, Undyne ultimately becoming an Amalgam.

While evacuating everyone in Hotland into the True Lab, Alphys sent Mettaton to Waterfall to ensure Undyne escaped the battle alive if all went to Hell. Mettaton was able to stop the Human from landing the fatal blow and escorted Undyne out of the area, much to Undyne's disliking. They wanted to FINISH THE HUMAN, not RUN FROM THEM! Mettaton brought them back to the True Lab with Alphys, who recognized Undyne was moments away from melting and dusting away. The human had not landed the blow that would kill them instantly, but their health was slowly draining and the DETERMINATION was wearing off. In a state of panic, Alphys decided to simply inject MORE DETERMINATION into Undyne in hopes that would stabilize things. After all, Undyne had been pretty stable up until now when it came to having DETERMINATION. It should be fine, right?

It was not fine.

After injecting Undyne with more DETERMINATION, Alphys left the room for a second to reassure herself and find some things to help bandage Undyne up or ease their pain. When they came back, Undyne had vanished. She heard monsters from the hallways screaming and roaring, and quickly realized that, not only had Undyne transformed into an Amalgamate, but was actively getting into fights with the other Amalgams, who weren't happy about this newcomer's sudden arrival. Alphys was unable to stop any of it, and had to bare to the Amalgamates sloshing around and trying to eat each other alive, which then resulted in ALL OF THEM FUSING TOGETHER, Undyne having most control over the newly formed "monster" while the other, more scattered brains took a backseat. Alphys, both mortified and thankful to see Undyne in this state, was a tad bit more relieved to find that Undyne had actually kept most of her mental state and would in fact be staying alive. However, the issues popped up when it came to monitoring this giant amalgamate and breaking the news to everyone else in the area.

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4. Fragmentation

Alphys tries to off themself in a different way, choosing to dive into The Core hoping to plummet to their death. However, they end up shattering themself through time and space like Gaster presumably did.

I don't have much of a story or idea of what could happen from here, perhaps Alphys meeting Gaster or taking their place. You could do a lot with that idea, but I'm not sure where to even begin.

5. Ascension

Flowey makes a big frick-up and turns Alphys into a God. It's similar to The Thought where Sans absorbs the 6 Human Souls, but it's with Alphys and the reasons are drastically different.

While preparing to extract the DETERMINATION from the 6 Human Souls in the True Lab, Alphys encounters Flowey, who politely asks her for the SOULs to become a GOD, else he'll kill Alphys and take them by force. However, Alphys refuses and tries to run off with the SOULs, to which Flowey is quick to stab her with vines. The SOUL containers fall to the floor, shattering and releasing the SOULs, which Flowey proceeds to begin absorbing. However, before he can, Alphys retaliates and absorbs them HERSELF.

Not too sure what could/would happen afterwards though.

#undertale au #undertale #alphys #alphys au #utmv #undertale au ideas

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