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daddyy333 · 1 year

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Why do you hate me? | Neteyam x Omaticaya!reader

if you’d like you can reblog my original work, but please don’t post it without credit. if you take inspiration from my ideas please tag me, I’d like to see how someone else would write it

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warnings: neteyam is really mean to reader, neteyam makes a comment about readers dead parents, reader has a teensy weensy little appetite loss for just a second, ?

anything in bold like this in the middle of a sentence means it’s either Na’vi or meant to be in Na’vi but I don’t trust the translation websites so I just use the few words I know and make do with it💀

summary: For years, Neteyam pushed you away and said hurtful things to you over and over again all because he couldn’t admit he was in love with you, but you never actually let it get you. But you can only try for so long before you break

For years, Neteyam had avoided you and always made you feel so insecure about yourself. He’d do anything to not be around you, and always tried to talk over you or make it so it seemed like you weren’t there. You ignored it as much as you could and continued being yourself, no matter what he’d said.

But when your feelings for him became too strong, despite his rude and disrespectful behavior towards you, it started to make you feel bad about yourself. You tried to be nice to him, but he still treated you like an enemy of some sort.

Kiri started getting closer to you when the two of you were about 12 years old. You were the best of friends by the time you were 14. Neteyam always avoided you, but when you started to develop feelings for him you tried to hangout with him a little and he was always so upset by your presence.

You told yourself this is what boys do, they pretend to hate you even if they like you so that you want to come back to him. Well, that’s what the adults said anyways. But, after 2 years of being hated by the boy you had hoped to mate with, you started to crack.

You began to avoid being around Neteyam like he did to you. Your friendship with Kiri was slowly dying, you didn’t want to be around the Sully family because Neteyam was usually around. You’d always end up leaving with tears in your eyes when Neteyam rolled his eyes as he realized you were hanging out with his siblings.

Kiri came to you more often because of it, so the friendship was still there but you just knew she’d give up eventually. You used to study healing under Mo’at’s guidance, but you stopped going to lessons 6 months ago. Mo’at would ask about you but Neteyam just brushed it off.

Neytiri and Jake would ask about you, Kiri would say you were just focusing more on other things, Neteyam would scoff at the mere mention of your name. Tuk would beg Neteyam to help her find you to play but he would tell her no, and that she should play with someone else.

Whatever they said, it wasn’t true. Your father didn’t care much for you since your mother died during childbirth and so you had the freedom to do as you pleased. You usually took your ikran and spent your time at the Hallelujah mountains. You explored and spent time with the harmless animals and did anything to keep Neteyam off your mind.

It didn’t always work, but if you stayed away for a few days at a time it would start to work until you had to go back so no one would come looking for you and find your secret spots. One time in particular, you’d come back and went straight to Kiri and didn’t realize Neteyam and Lo’ak were walking nearby.

“Hey, stranger! God, I feel like I will never see you anymore!” Kiri said and you chuckled, hugging her. You smiled and said “oel ngati kameie, sister,” “oel ngati kameie…come tell me about what you’ve been doing while you were gone,” she said and you sat on a blanket, making jewelry and clothing for some of the growing children and friends who needed ceremonial clothes and things like that.

“And here I was hoping she’d left for good,” Neteyam said in the distance, but you heard it. Your ears twitched and then lowered, doing little to hide your now sad mood. You tried to ignore him and focus on what Kiri was saying, but you couldn’t help it.

“She’s so annoying. I don’t understand why everyone likes her so much. It’s like all mom and dad care about nowadays is that stray” he said and laughed. You closed your eyes, trying to fight the tears and Kiri noticed. She sighed and said “I’m sorry, y/n” “about what?” You said, opening your eyes and flashing a smile.

She shook her head and continued her story, trying to distract you from what he was saying. Out of the corner of her eye she could see them, and she coulf see Lo’ak standing behind him, looking down. Everyone noticed how he treated you and tried to make him stop but he never did. So if they couldn’t stop him, they weren’t going to encourage him either.

“God, why does she keep coming back? Probably because she’s all lonely without a family” he said and you couldn’t handle it anymore. You got up and ran as far as you could into the forest. You eventually stopped, grabbing onto a tree as sobs racked your body, making it hard to breathe.

You sunk to the ground, bringing your knees to your chest as you cried into them. You wished you didn't care, you begged Eywa everyday to make you stop loving him but you couldn’t help it. Especially because you knew how kind he could be. You’d seen the way he acted with other people, with his little sister, with his younger brother when he didn’t realize you were there. He was a good man, at least to everyone else he was

“Y/n! Hey, hey he doesn’t mean it. Boys are mean, okay? You can’t let him hurt you” Kiri said as she found you, trying to calm you down. You pushed her away, at this point you just wanted to disappear.

You felt so lonely. You didn’t have many friends, and when Neteyams comments started getting to you and you started disappearing for days at a time, you lost the friends you did have, all you had left really was the Sully’s. God, if Kiri didn’t care about you so much you could just disappear and maybe be happy again. Just go on and explore the planet by yourself, and leave everything else behind.

“Go away!” You cried, looking up at her and wiping your tears. She bit her lip, trying not to cry as she said “y/n, please, you have to understand he doesn’t mean it, okay? He just- he-” “oh my god- stop! Please! I don’t know why I bother coming home at all, I just feel like shit after. Every goddamn time he just tears me right back down cause he just can’t stand to have me here. He does mean it, Kiri. How could he make a comment about my parents like that and not mean it? He hates me! He doesn’t want me here! Maybe he’s right, maybe I should just go. He’d get what he wants and everything would be okay” you said, standing up and pacing.

You shook your head and started to run, calling for your ikran. You didn’t know Neteyam had followed you, and heard every word. “Y/n! Wait- wait I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it I swear” he said, and all the pain you’d ever felt balled up into an explosive amount of rage and you couldn’t help but turn around and shove him back when he tried to grab your arm.

“Do not touch me! Stay the hell away from me!” You said and he sighed. He tried to grab you again and you hissed at him, shoving him against the tree and holding your knife against his neck. A sob racked your body before you said “I’m so sick of you. You’re an asshole, Neteyam. Leave me the hell alone!”

You cut his chest and then punched him in the face, making him fall to the ground. You got on your ikran, flying away as fast as the wind would carry you. Kiri and Lo’ak shook their heads, tears slowly streaming down Kiri’s face. Lo’ak pulled her into a hug and sighed softly.

“God damn it…Kiri can you-” he said and she scoffed. “Hell no” she said and walked off, and Lo’ak followed her. Man, he had really messed up. Kiri didn’t talk to him for days, Lo’ak only spoke when it was necessary. Even Tuk was getting distant.

Neytiri and Jake ripped him a new one, especially Jake. They were so mad at him. They didn’t know he was being so mean to you, or they would’ve stopped it. God, Jake had never wanted to lay a mean hand on his kids before but he almost did after Kiri told him the things he’d been saying to you.

“You little shit! How could you? For years, we’ve taken care of that girl and she’s the sweetest thing you’ll ever see. What is there to dislike about her? God damn it, Neteyam I’ve never been so mad at you. You don’t treat a girl like that, no matter what! What kind of Olo'eyktan acts like this?” He said and Neteyam looked down.

Jake scoffed and Neytiri said “you bring shame to this family, boy. I cannot believe my son is capable of this. You did not even deserve to look at her, much less be able to speak such harsh words to her. When we find her, you will do nothing else but be waiting hand and foot until she forgives you. Do you understand?!”

“Yes ma’am…” Neteyam said and looked at his parents. Jake folded his arms and said “get out of my face,” he slowly turned and left, obviously feeling really shitty about what he’d done. Once he left, Neytiri pressed on her throat microphone and said “y/n…I am so sorry about what my son said about you and to you. He will be making it up to you as punishment, please just come back home. I don’t want to never see you again, sweetheart. You’re like another daughter to me, and I really hope you come back to us”

Neytiri nearly cried when you didn’t respond. Jake hugged her and said “she’ll come back, she always does” “Neteyam said unimaginable things to her, Jake. She probably wants nothing to do with us” Neytiri said, sniffling. Jake kissed her head and sighed, trying not to get worked up again.

You left for a lot longer than usual, but eventually came back two weeks later. However, you were numb. Nothing made you feel anything other than just numbness anymore. It was like that for a year. Neteyam had been with you the whole time, making you food, braiding your hair, apologizing for what he’d done to you all these years, just trying to make you happy again.

You cried yourself to sleep a lot, and always got upset if he tried to tell you he was sorry. He understood why you behaved this way, he really did, but it fucking hurt. Your ears were constantly turned down, and the life in your eyes disappeared.

“Y/n! Hey, it’s time for dinner. They’ve got your favorite,” he said and you sighed. You turned around and said “I’m fine, Neteyam. I’m not hungry” “y/n…y- you haven’t eaten since yesterday morning” he said and you shook your head, turning back around and continuing your walk

He took a deep breath and said “is there anything I can get for you? Anything I can get to make you feel better?” “No…should probably go be all lonely with my family that I don’t have so I don’t bother you” you said, sticking your arms out and feeling the trees on either side of you.

“Y/n please…” he said and you scoffed. You chuckled and said “do you remember when we were 15 and I constantly begged you to let me come fly on the ikrans with you and Lo’ak? Yea, I don’t want to hear “y/n, please” I said “neteyam please” a thousand times for every one time you say it”

“I’m really sorry, y/n. I just- please, come eat” he said and you sighed shakily, tears filling your eyes. You stopped, the tears now slipping down your face. You whimpered and said “I don’t want to”

“I don’t care” he groaned and threw you over his shoulder, making you gasp and try to kick and punch him. He grabbed yours and his portion of the food and went to a secluded part of the forest, setting you down using his legs to cage you in as your back rested against a tree.

You groaned and ate the food as quickly as you could so he would leave you alone. “See, that’s all I wanted. Just wanted you to take care of yourself” he said and you rolled your eyes, walking away.

Neteyam sighed, looking down. “She has every right to act that way, kid” Jake said and Neteyam took a deep breath. He nodded and said “yea I know, dad. I just don’t know how to make it better”

You started to get closer with Kiri again recently, but you were still very closed off. It also didn’t help that everyone still avoided you like the plague. It was partially your own fault with constant RBF but it just made you feel worse.

Another 6 months and you felt a little better. You didn’t put up as much of a fight anymore, and tried to make Neteyam happy by listening to him. Even though the goal was to make you happier. You just hated knowing you were making him sad.

You even got back into healing lessons with Mo’at, and were still one of the best she’d seen. You even joined in a few hunting parties here and there and at least tried to interact with the clan sometimes. They still thought you were strange, and you knew they believed Eywa turned her back on you since she took your mother right from birth and you’ve had all these problems lately.

One day, you caught him talking to Lo’ak about you. You were coming to see if he wanted to go out to the waterfall and swim for a bit when you heard your name. “Y/n’s…she’s doing better I think” Neteyam said and Lo’ak raised an eyebrow unbeknownst to you.

Neteyam sighed and said “honestly I think me being with her so much makes things worse. Reminds her of everything” “why the hell did you even think it was okay to treat her like that in the first place?” Lo’ak said and Neteyam looked down.

“I didn’t…I knew it wasn’t okay. But I- I just wanted her to go away. She…she makes me feel these weird things and I don’t like it. And it’s hard to choose a mate because I think about her. When I see her I feel this…this feeling in my stomach and it’s weird. And I- I could never stop thinking about her. She was just always there and always in my head and I thought if she wasn’t there it would be better. But…then I saw her crying that day and I wanted to hold her in my arms and protect her from everything bad, even myself. I still feel pain everyday when I think about how I made her feel” he said and tears slowly made their way down his face.

Lo’ak scoffed and said “you skxawng! You’re in love with her! That’s what all those feelings were!” “What? I’m not in love with her. She’s practically our little sister” he said and Lo’ak gave him a sassy little look.

Neteyam scoffed and said “I do not have feelings for y/n! She’s just…I mean she is very pretty but- but everyone knows that. She probably has many men trying to mate with her, anyways. But I do not like her like that,” “Neteyam, everyone thinks she’s a freak. We’re all she has. It’d probably be the best thing that happened to her if you said you wanted to be her mate” Lo’ak said and you sniffled.

You heard shuffling and realized they heard, so you tried to run away. “Y/n? Hey, hey what’s wrong?” Neteyam said and you shook your head. You sighed and said “you know you are really confusing. You- y-you push me away for years and make me feel like absolutely shit until I literally can’t take it anymore and now you’re following me all the time trying to be…friends or something and apparently you’re in love with me but I’m so terrible I cannot possibly be someone you’re in love with. Just when I thought you might actually be a good person, that I might be able to trust you, that I could potentially be friends with you, turns out you still think I’m…hell, I don’t even know but my existence still bothers you! What the hell is so bad about me? Why am I so unlovable? Why do you hate me?!”

You groaned and turned away, trying to run and find your ikran. You were calling for her but she probably couldn’t hear you. “Y/n, y/n- stop it!” He said, grabbing you and pushing you against a tree. You gasped, looking at him through your teary eyes.

You whimpered and he said “I don’t…I don’t hate you. You are not unlovable. There is nothing wrong with you, okay?” “Well I hate you, you penis face!” you said, trying to punch and kick him. He sighed and held your arms down, using his leg to keep yours from hurting him.

“I just…I thought that the things I was feeling were wrong. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you but…but I did, and now all I can do is make it up to you. I do love you, y/n. Very, very, very much. I love you so much I literally couldn’t stand it. Please forgive me,” he said and you whimpered. You let out a sob and shook your head.

“I hate you. I hate you!” You said, punching his chest. He fought tears as he watched you, he felt like a total piece of shit. “I hate you” you whimpered, wrapping your arms around him and sobbing into his chest.

He sighed, wrapping his arms around you, tears rolling down his face. “I’m so sorry. I’m so goddamn sorry, please, y/n I can’t hate you even if I tried” he said and you whimpered, shaking slightly. He took a shaky breath and said “I’m so sorry”

He held you for 10 minutes, swaying slightly and trying to calm you down. “Do you mean it?” You asked in the middle of the silence. He hummed and said “what?” “Do you mean it? That- that you love me? And- a-and for some twisted reason you thought that pushing me away and hurting me was better than admitting it?” You said and he pulled away from the hug, cupping your cheeks and making you look at him.

“I see you,” he said softly, caressing your damp cheeks. He nodded and you whimpered, placed your hands on his chest, then eventually moved one to his neck and pulled him down to kiss you. You placed your arms on his sides and he gasped, pulling away and creating distance between you two.

“No- no you don’t deserve me I- I ca- we- I am not good for you, y/n” he said and you sniffled. You grabbed his hand and said “I don’t care, damn it. I…I see you, Neteyam. E-Even though for years I have wanted to hate you but I just can’t and it’s so god damn frustrating so if I can’t hate you then I give up and I’m just gonna let myself love you. Okay? Even after all the times you made me cry and made me hate myself, I still love you. Even though I’m terrified you’re lying and you’re just gonna hurt me again, I still love you! I see you, Neteyam. I forgive you. Please, please just kiss me”

He shook his head and grabbed your waist, pulling you in and kissing you again. You moaned a little, your chest against his as his hands threaded through your braids. “I see you,” you mumbled against his lips when you both pulled away for a breath.

He smiled, tears forming in his eyes as he said “I see you,” then shoving his tongue past your soft lips. He tapped your thigh, and you jumped up, wrapping your legs around his waist. He pressed his forehead to yours, both of you panting from the intensity of the kiss.

He leaned against a tree behind him and you smiled a little, caressing his cheek. “I can't get enough,” he said breathlessly, trying to kiss you more even though his heart was pounding. You giggled and rested your head in the crook of his shoulder.

He rubbed your back and said “I really am so goddamn sorry about what I said…I shouldn’t- that- it was too far. Every time. I should’ve respected you and just avoided you instead of making you feel that way but I- I don’t know I’m just an idiot” “Neteyam…there’s nothing we can do about it, okay? It happened, and it sucked, but now we can move on and be happier…together” you said and smiled, kissing his neck.

“Alright, you two, quit it! What, are you gonna mate right there or something?” Lo’ak teased and you chuckled. Neteyam rolled his eyes and said “yea, maybe I will. Bet you wanna watch weirdo!”

“Ew, no gross! Come on, it’s time for dinner…hurry up or I’ll tell dad you got her pregnant!” He said and your eyes widened, hiding your face in his neck. He ran over, making you scream as he jostled you around. He swatted Lo’ak with his tail and you chuckled.

He set you down and you said “I’ll be there in a second,” he nodded and followed Lo’ak, a smile on his face. You sighed softly and Neytiri came from out of nowhere, which definitely scared you a little. You jumped when you heard her voice, “are you alright?”

“Y-Yes, yes I’m fine” you said, standing straighter and smiling at her. She chuckled and said “relax, please. I know what you and Neteyam were doing in the forest. Do you…do you truly forgive him?” You sighed and nodded, looking off to the side for a moment.

“Yes…I do. I- I know he feels bad about what he did, a-and I know he wouldn’t do it again. I just…I’m worried that he only feels this way about me because he’s always around me. I- I’m worried that if we mate, afterwards he’ll get the attention of some other girl and regret it all after we’ve been together 10 years and we’ve got 2 children already and another one on the way, or something like that. It’s hard to believe that he actually loves me and wants to be with me. I’ve always loved him…even when he would say hurtful things I couldn’t stop loving him. It’s just- it’s scary…I don’t want to get my heart broken” you said and Neytiri sighed.

She looked over at Neteyam and Lo’ak in the distance and watched as he caught Tuk and threw her up on his shoulders when she ran over to them. She smiled and said “if there’s anything I know about my son, it’s that he loves you. I almost didn’t believe Kiri when told me about what happened, he…he always smiles when we talk about you. He gets all shy and for years he’s been refusing to look for a mate, but the second he thinks about you his tail swings and his ears twitch and his freckles light up like crazy. He sees you, y/n. He really does. Sometimes, we do stupid and hurtful things to the people we love no matter how much we love them. But, he wants to make it up to you, and I’m telling you, that kid is probably telling the whole clan that he’s gonna mate with you”

“You really think so?” You asked. She smiled, tucking your braids behind your ear and said “of course, honey. Come, let’s get some food” She wrapped an arm around you loosely and brought you with the rest of the clan.

As soon as Neteyam saw you he reached an arm out and Neytiri chuckled, pushing you towards him. You smiled and hugged him, resting your head on his chest. “Are you okay?” He asked and you looked up. You nodded, playing with one of his braids.

“Was just talking to your mom. Apparently you really do have this big fat crush on me and you’ve had it for a long ass time” you said and he looked away, tail swinging pretty crazy as he grinned. You kissed his cheek and said “stop hiding. I wanna see your stupidly handsome face”

He looked over at you again, wanting to kiss you a thousand times but there were too many people. He settled for a forehead kiss, then letting go and grabbing your hand to bring you to get some food as he also subtly showed you off to everyone.

“Stop, Neteyam,” you said, rolling your eyes when he called you beautiful in front of Mo’at. “But you areeee. What am I supposed to do if I can’t show you off” he whined, sitting down partially behind you, pulling you in between his legs.

You sighed and said “how did you ever manage before 5 minutes ago?” “Shut up” he said, his freckles lighting up. He kissed your temple and fed you something off his plate.

You rolled your eyes and he smiled, admiring your features. You eventually noticed and said “what are you staring for? Is there something on my face?” “No, no just….I like your face” he said and you rolled your eyes.

He smiled and said “I see you” Yiur eyes widened a little, ears twitching as you smiled and said “I see you”. After dinner, Jake and Neytiri allowed just this one time for you two to go and ride your ikran’s after eclipse, giggling and laughing the whole time.

Eventually you landed on one of the hallelujah mountains to rest and he instantly pulled you down to lay on him when he got situated on the ground. You rested your head on his chest, listening to his fast heartbeat as you traced the darker blue markings on his skin.

“I just….I just don’t feel close enough to you. Hugs aren’t enough I need to be closer” he said when you asked why he wanted to cuddle. You smiled and said “you know for a guy who totally hated me for 4 years I didn’t think you’d be this obsessed with me”

You noticed his ears shift down, and his eyes lost that spark just slightly. You chuckled and said “what? I can't make jokes about it?” He chuckled too and you smiled, kissing him softly. He flipped you over so he was on top of you, peppering kisses all over your face and neck as you laughed and screamed his name playfully begging him to stop.

As of now l'm writing for

Eddie Munson

Joseph Quinn

Jamie Bower

Steve Harrington

Robin Buckley

Eddissy

Maya Hawke

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Lo’ak

Neteyam

So just comment the taglist you want to be added to and l'll add you :)

#avatar 2 #neteyam #neteyam x omaticaya!reader #neteyam x you #neteyam x reader #neteyam x y/n #avatar the way of water #avatar 2022 #avatar

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loquaciousquark · 5 months

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Got spoiled twice in casual browsing this afternoon, so decided to go ahead and play through the epilogue on my original Tavish save set so I'd at least get the comfort of seeing the big stuff for the first time on my own. (Thanks to @eponymous-rose for keeping me company despite spoilers!)

I am honestly SO HAPPY with 99% of the epilogue! Everything with Wyll, Karlach, Jaheira, Halsin....if I keep going I'm just going to name all the characters but ESPECIALLY WYLL AND KARLACH. Oh my gosh, the hints towards finding a forge in the Hells! Wyll's eye! His armor looks so unbelievably dumb but I guess when you're living hand to mouth in Avernus you make what you can get. I bet it's not as good as that Helldusk armor I had him in, but oh well.

Tara was there! We got to talk to Tara! And tell everyone Astarion & Tavish were dating! And so many people wanted to talk about what we were doing and what we were up to--ahh, I loved it. I will say I cackled like a loon at the idea of Tav giving a lecture at Blackstar Academy or whatever it is and Astarion sitting at Gale's desk kicking up his feet and knocking over all his desk decorations.

Scratch got new animations! Throwing the astral prism as a fetch object was absolutely inspired, and the little animation set where he just sits down and gnaws on it and throw it around--so unbelievably cute. And he sleeps! He sleeps on its side and it's so STINKIN cute! And the owlbear going to live with Shadowheart--I'm cryyyyying, I'm so happy for her and her cottage and her hoard of animals and her million flowers I'm sure are there.

And even the little QoL things like having a chest full of clothes and dye! So thoughtful and nice! I would have killed that halfling for a potion of animal speaking, though - I'll drink one before the Netherbrain next time to make sure it carries over.

The only teensy weensy tiny itty bitty complaint I have is that I wanted to be able to kiss Astarion at this party. Just once! And I wanted him to go out and be merry with everybody! I'll accept that he's feeling skulky and be satisfied immensely with my hugs, but Tavish on the new run hasn't gotten to Moonrise yet, so I'm starving for a lack of kisses here, augh.

I loved every word Withers said. I loved every second/third/fourth round of dialogue for all the companions. Jergal is such a dang bro and he seemed so enthusiastic to get to hang with the fam. Bless!

I do wonder if it's possible to try to kill people at this party - there were certainly enough death-causing implements and scrolls floating around!

And then the END CREDITS?????????????? Raphael ranting about THE CROWN OF KARSUS?????????????? This does explain why Gale made a point of saying it had gone back to Mystra when we most deffo left that sucker in the river, but HELLS-RELATED DLC???? I THOUGHT KARLACH AND WYLL WERE JUST LEAVING THEIR FATES OPEN-ENDED AND THEN ACTUALLY JK WE MIGHT BE GOING THERE??????????????????

Surely this is a promise of upcoming DLC, surely. I have no idea if they intend this to be paid or free (honestly I think it should be paid) but either way I'll throw every dollar I have at them if and when it comes out. How is Raphael alive. How is Mystra going to keep the crown from him. How are we going to get the gang back together. What does Zariel's area look like!! Will we get to go past level 12!! How is Raphael ALIVE!!

I honestly just had the biggest grin on my face the entire time. Every conversation, every hug, every gesture. What a complete delight, and I can't believe we get it for free.

(Sidenote: I was also beyond overjoyed that this patch also fixed the Astarion epilogue, the broken scars cutscene, and apparently the kisses. Again, Tavish hasn't gotten to at-will kisses yet, and I'm DYING.)

(Sidesidenote: I couldn't get any of my first game saves to load after a certain point [turned out to be due to an old mod I'd uninstalled] and troubleshooting that to get the saves to work again was honestly really fun, ahh.)

#quark plays bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 spoilers

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drill-teeth-art · 1 year

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OH MY GOUGHGSH I LOVE LITTLE SEEKER SM,,, I HAD NO IDEA IT TWAS A LITTLE CREECHUR!! A LITTLE SILLY!! A LIL TEENSY WEENSY!!! A LITTLE EEBER DEEBER!!!! A LIL EEWAWA!! A MIMIR!! A WEWUWHW!!!!

YEAH ! It's a little creature! Starscream cares for and trains it. It's kind of like a Cybertronian service animal too. These little guys require a lot of training and bonding and caring to have, and they are great mobility assistants and supportive helpers once you bond with one.

#ask #transformers #transformers fanart #maccadam #transformers oc #tf oc #transformers fan continuity #oc: little seeker

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amateur-selfshipper · 3 months

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Info about my Chicken Run S/I, Winnie!

Her name is Winnie Harbuz

I don’t have her backstory figured out quite yet but she probably works for an American business that sends her and a large team of employees to Yorkshire to make some kind of deal with Fun Land Farms and work together probably ~5 or 6 months after the events of Dawn of the Nugget

She’s not very close with most of her coworkers, so she’s pretty nervous about the whole thing

Then she gets there and sees a guy in a chicken suit and goes “Oh I can’t NOT befriend him”

The Chicken Man turns out to be Dr. Mark Fry. He’s eccentric but very nice and they click pretty fast.

Winnie’s first impression of Mrs. Tweedy is “Is this lady aloof? Or is she just British?”

Over time Winnie and Tweedy grow to strongly dislike each other. Winnie resents how domineering and abrasive Tweedy is while Tweedy loathes how much Winnie’s strong will and free spirit remind her of a certain escapee chicken.

As their friendship grows, Winnie can’t help but think that Mrs. Tweedy is very lucky to have Dr. Fry as her husband. At least until she sees how Tweedy treats him and has to add another reason for resentment to her list.

She may or may not grow a teensy-weensy crush on him.

Eventually they become close enough that Dr. Fry asks Winnie to call him by his first name. After all, they’re friends and it’s not inappropriate because he’s not her boss.

Winnie starts standing up for Mark whenever Tweedy lashes out at him.

Winnie’s like a breath of fresh air for Mark; she’s bright and friendly and genuinely values his opinions. He appreciates how smart she is and how good she is at working with others. She’s kind and loves people, animals, and the world around her. The first time they had an argument where she raised her voice at him, she apologized immediately and cooled down.

She is, however unwilling he is to admit it, the opposite of who Melisha is.

Uh Oh

#Tada! *jazz hands*#This is probably cringe but I only care a little bit #Self Insert Community #Chicken Run #Dawn of the Nugget #Crush Tag #Fictional Crush #s/i: Winnie Harbuz

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magicalgirlagency · 11 months

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Isekai itself isn’t a bad concept, “person ends up in another fantastical world” is a pretty timeless tale and one I write about a lot. (Without the icky aspects.) Alice in Wonderland and the Wizard of Oz are examples of those kind of story. However, the current trend of “isekai anime” tend to be really gross and filled with fanservice. It really disappoints me because I love fantasy but it feels difficult to come across a (recent) anime in a fantasy anime without that kind of stuff. But my favorite “isekai” series is Digimon Adventure, it’s kid-friendly and filled with wonder. I wish the trend of messed-up isekai will end soon.

Yeah! Isekai isn't a bad idea per se, because:

You get to start your life anew and finally find people who'll understand and connect with you;

You can learn that magic skill you've always dreamed of when you were a kid;

You can make some decent amount of money for a living;

You can explore the new world's culture and contribute to it (or maybe change it if needed!);

You can be praised and rewarded for your efforts, and the relationships that are developed feel earned;

However, Isekai gets quite the bad rep because:

Same old boring european architeture/culture;

It's always either the male revenge fantasy or the female "reborn-as-a-villainess" one;

The transportation method feels a teensy-weensy like suicide glorification (i.e.: Being run over by a truck);

Inhumane activities like slavery and rape are normalized (and even encouraged!);

Relationships are shoehorned, instead of developed throughout the journey.

Isekai has its potential constantly squandered for the sake of boring cishet male fantasies! It's really sad! Miyazaki was right: Anime was a mistake; it's nothing but trash.

The only recent Isekais that I've actually enjoyed were Isekai Ojisan, about a nerdy SEGA-loving uncle who wakes up from a coma, takes a trip down memory lane during his years in another world, and attempts to show off his powers on YouTube...

and TenTen Kakumei, about a rebellious lesbian princess born without powers who utilizes science to achieve magic (and bags a cute girlfriend by taking her away from her shitty brother).

And now that I think about it, Super Mario Bros. can be also categorized as an Isekai thanks to the movie (I mean, it always was one, but the games retconned it).

You have characters from Earth, who find a mystic portal to another world and are trying to get back home, but get themselves more acquainted with the new world by the end of it. Not to mention the gigantic implication of other worlds beyond the one they discovered just now. Romance is there, sure, but like, it's vaguely implied with much more attention being given to the fraternal bond between the protagonists.

It's so much easy to write Isekai concepts that aren't just sexual fantasies (not that there isn't anything wrong with sexual fantasies, but please, can you guys STOP normalizing rape and slavery?!)

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uttersonlawofficial · 1 year

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what animal would you compare yourself and Dr Jekyll to respectively?

I would be a little butterfly. One of those big ones with the shiny blue wings. And Jekyll would be a mouse! A soft, fluffy little mouse, wearing a delightful little waistcoat and mouse sized blouse. And teensy weensy mouse glasses! And we would hold hands, because it’s just us little fellows against the world. An insect and a vermin, so very in love and so very itty bitty.<3

#ask gabriel utterson #gabriel utterson #asks #anonymous #drunkposting #like in a fairytale

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immortal-cataclysm · 1 year

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slow ass day but at least i FINALLY got to watch teacher’s pet like my fav char is devil so ofc im gonna b stoked to have an ep with him at the center. and like yea there isnt much you can do with the animal sidekick char but like i care him i think he deserves to FINALLY have that game of catch i swear. i hope he gets to be a little bit insane later yknow just a teensie weensie feral. like maybe a villan’s getting him angry so he just goes apex predator mode (WHICH I AM ASSUMING AND HOPING HE IS LIKE LOOK AT HIM. HUGE FUCKING T-REX LOOKING THING) n lunella has to like calm him down w the power of love or smth idk. anyways my biggest hot take abt the show is that it mixes spanish into the dialogue SO much more better than the owl house ever did. like no insult to the noceda’s vas but my GOD they make the spanish sound so awkward. idk what nationality casey is specifically but i HOPE they dont make her mexican like PLSSS there r so many other possibilites for latino american countries PLS. anywys ya go watch it (if you can find it in full somewhere good god)

#eduardo is prob mexican tho. sigh #at least he doesnt have a red hoodie.#him possibly being lunella's love interest is so lame like when i saw that scene in the beyonder i thought #oohh theyre gonna pair them up together later huh.#like lame but OK. WHATEVER.#anyways devil best character

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janearts · 3 years

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[Ask refers to this post.]

I am so flattered you’re invested in my OC!! ;V; That is music to my ears. I’ll spill the whole jug because I love answering questions about my OCs. Long-winded explanation under the cut.

I omitted a teensy-weensy tiny little technical detail in that comic: the summoning was accidental.

For her backstory in her origin game, Divinity: Original Sin, Roisia was a witch who had no intention of being a necromancer or studying necromancy--she was simply a daughter who missed her father and wanted him back as he was in life. In this universe, Roisia unconsciously taps into the source of her magic to summon her father and her off-the-cuff fake spell works as a real one... sort of. This imperfect summoning is the catalyst for her discovery of her affinity for necromancy and the manipulation of the stuff of life (or un-life).

For Baldur’s Gate 3, I tried to preserve this scenario to the best of my ability while adapting it to D&D lore. So Roisia’s relationship to magic and to the Weave resembles that of a sorcerer and she still has a hitherto unknown predisposition towards necromancy. (She’s only a wizard in-game because--from what I understand and this could always change since we’re still in EA--that class has access to more Necromancy spells.) In order to better keep to D&D lore and to have her accomplish such a spell that lasts for an indeterminate amount of time, I had her unwittingly use a wish item: an ordinary ring of her father’s.

To answer your question, Roisia was shocked and horrified when her father, chipper as ever, emerged from his grave in naught but his bones. Although she is accustomed to being around death and the deceased as someone who works in a mortuary, Roisia was not prepared for being around an animated skeleton who, by all appearances, seems to be her father--returned, but not quite. Because Roisia has no idea that the ring was a wish item or that she wasted a wish, the spell that binds her father’s soul to his skeletal remains... well, remains a mystery to her. That’s why the Necromancy of Thay and Ilyn Toth’s laboratory notes are so important to her.

#Baldur's Gate 3 #BG3 #BG3 Roisia #Rosecanons #Roisiacanons #Jairus

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queenmuzz · 2 years

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Hi there! So I don't know if you're still taking DMC requests, but I saw your post about the Yamato and have this idea. Since she came to Vergil and Nero when they were calling for their loved ones, what if she helped Dante? Like him and Vergil (Nero too if you wish) are in a fight and something goes very wrong, then Dante is about faint, calling for Vergil, then Yamato comes to him. Is this okay? Thank you Muzz!

OHOHOHO DOES THIS GIVE ME IDEAS.... A little taste.... (Guest Starring a Certain Trash Loving OC)

Dante sighed as he pulled the bike to a gentle stop in front of the junkyard. He’d rather have done the job alongside Vergil, but Nero had come over, and the last thing he wanted to do was interfere in their ‘father-son bonding time’ which both men desperately needed to catch up on.

Still, Dante couldn’t help but feel a teensy weensy bit jealous of both of them. They seemed to, despite their vastly different personalities, really get along. Much better than either of them ever did with him. Which led Dante to the uncomfortable feeling that HE was the common denominator, that he had spent his entire life pushing people away, that he’d broken those bonds. Permanently.

“Ah well,” he swung his leg over the bike to check on his passenger, “At least you wanted to come...although I think you were more interested in the trash than spending time with me.”

An excited chitter was the response, as the racoon tried its damndest to remove the frilly pink (a Patty selection) mini helmet that clipped securely under its chin. Even an animal as clever as him couldn’t undo the strap, and the chitters began to get rather...testy.

“Look Winston,” Dante chided as he attempted to wrangle the creature, “you know the rules: No bike rides without the helmet.” An angry growl.

“Hey, I didn’t come up with it, Verg did! You have a problem with it, you take it up with him when we get home.”

#devil may cry #Dante

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mysonisthesun · 4 years

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hoshihina thoughts

due to my hoshihina brainrot disease i’ve been thinking about them a lot and i have this whole spiel about it but i am going to try and organize my thoughts into this like. essay or wtv. ok so:

here is why i love hoshihina

1. They have many similarities/things in common

They’re both abnormally short for their field, and working through that disadvantage is something that unites the two. Also, they’re both incredibly strong-willed and know that they have to work that much harder to be the players they want to be, and do it anyway.

It’s clear in the Kamomedai vs Karasuno match that they both have great respect and admiration for each other as well, which ties into some of my other points, but basically they have these experiences that link them and put them on equal footing.

They also both jump super high obviously so there’s the whole ‘flying’ thing they have in common which is just. blows kiss magnifique

2. The imagery

i may be biased as a bird lover, but i adore the imagery associated with these two. both kamomedai and karasuno are schools whose mascots are omnivorous birds – both scavengers, both flying animals (like how hoshiumi and hinata ‘fly’ by jumping). Crows and gulls are almost like two sides of the same coin in my eyes. Crows are the scavengers of the land, and seagulls (generally) by the sea – but that doesn’t mean you won’t find them elsewhere too. Gulls are often seen inland and crows can be spotted by the shore fairly often as well. They’re also opposite colors which always gets me like, black and white,, they compliment each other,,,

In a similar fashion, because of the seagull association Hoshiumi also has a connection to the sea/ocean. Hinata also develops a connection to the shore through his time in Brazil learning to play beach volleyball. So in a way they’re also both associated with the beach, which I love. Plus there’s the whole ‘Hinata’s the sun’ thing which is widely accepted and that also tends to remind me of the beach, cuz sun + beach + ocean all kinda go together.

3. The implications of Hoshiumi waiting

god this bit is like. HHH it’s one of the main reasons i love them. When Hinata is taken off the court because of his fever during the Kamo v Kara match, Hoshiumi yells out to him saying “Hinata Shouyou! I’ll be waiting for you!”

His teammate (Hirugami Sachirou) responds to this by pointing out that Hinata’s not going to be back before the end of the match, and Hoshiumi then says (likely paraphrasing bc I didn’t screenshot this part) “Duh, I didn’t mean this match.” So like, here we have Hoshiumi declaring that he has so much respect for Hinata that he will be waiting for his next match against him.

THEN, there’s the implications you get from that. Karasuno doesn’t make it to Nationals the next year, Date Tech does. And because that would be Hoshiumi’s third and final year of high school, he never gets the face-off he’s supposedly been waiting for. So the implication is that he was still waiting for a match with Hinata, even throughout Hinata’s time in Brazil.

When they finally get their chance, it’s during the Adlers vs Jackals match nearly SIX YEARS after that first spring Nationals. It was January 2013 that first spring, and it’s November 2018 when they face off again, so FIVE YEARS and TEN MONTHS. The speculation that comes with that like,,, imagine Hoshiumi waiting all that time. The waiting the feelings,, finally some good fucking food.

5. Other little moments:

“SPARKS ARE FLYING BETWEEN THE TWO SMALLEST SPIKERS!”

SPARKS!!!!! ARE FLYING!!!! CMON!! ALSO LOOK AT HOSHI’S FACE LOOK AT THAT EXPRESSION,, he looks so happy to be in a match against Hinata and Hinata looks like kind of pissed of course cuz he didn’t get the point but he’s still really revved up and like,, sparks man.

this one’s just like. look at the calmness and mutual respect in their expressions,,

THIS ONE I LOVE bc the context is that Hinata told Hoshiumi he could have ‘the little giant’ title, and initially Hoshiumi was like “IT WAS MINE IN THE FIRST PLACE!” (paraphrasing) but then he goes and LAUGHS, and after this panel (look at his face he looks SOOO happy) Kamo’s coach says something along the lines of ‘wow, i’ve never seen kourai laugh like that on court before’ !!! he’s SO happy because of Hinata that he would laugh loudly like that when he’s never done it before,,,,,,,,dude.

Then there’s these parallels that’re just like. i’ve looked at these for five hours now:

(from the Kamo v Kara match)

(from the Jackals v Adlers match)

these panels are SOOOO similar and it’s just like,, the looks on their faces that are mirroring each others’ from before and those obvious similarities really make it clear that the adlers v jackals match is truly the re-match that they’ve been waiting for all this time. And Hoshiumi in the first panel and Hinata in the second panel both look simultaneously so frustrated yet so THRILLED, and like they’re really truly enjoying and loving the challenge of going up against each other.

THIS is their reaction on seeing each other for the first time in 6 years!!! Hoshiumi literally bursts out of the bathroom yelling his name with THAT look on his face, pure elation and excitement, and Hinata responds in turn by yelling his name with THAT look, also excited as hell,,,bruv.

then hoshi’s first question is this (gotta keep up their relationship built on challenge and rivalry...) and KAGEYAMAS LIKE. BRUH U ALREADY KNO but jhdghjg Hoshiumi just wants to prove to Hinata that he’s worthy by pointing out he’s still a little taller and he wants him to think he’s cool like...that shit’s so cute,,my heart

4. THIS BIT

THE INTERVIEWER ESSENTIALLY SAYS “WOW, HINATA’S A GREAT RIVAL FOR YOU” (PARAPHRASING) AND HOSHIUMI SAYS THIS??? He’s saying here that no, Hinata isn’t his rival, because they can do more as a team. They’re better as a team, it’s them against the world, like ugh it explains itself idk how to make it any more clear that Hoshiumi clearly respects and admires and loves Hinata.

Also just before this panel, Hoshiumi admits to the interviewer that he thinks Hinata might just be a little teensy-weensy bit better than him as a player at this point. LIKE how much do you have to admire someone to admit that??? to the press at that?? i’m losing it bro...

anyway that’s my essay. tldr: hoshihina has amazing themes that i love enough to make a rant-post abt them

#nof's nonsense #hq!!#hq manga spoilers #hoshihina #hoshiumi kourai #hinata shouyou #haikyuu!!#i need more hoshihina content #pls.....#this is probably nonsense cuz its midnight but i gotta get this out there man #haikyuu manga spoilers #manga spoilers #haikyuu spoilers #hq spoilers

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morbidly-malicious-muffins · 4 years

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Hello! I hope im not bothering you How are you doing? I absolutely adore lester because he's just so cute! May I get some fluff with him and a female S/O who likes to collect animal bones, is a child in heart and generally doesn't mind getting dirty? Thank you so much!!!💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞

Heyyy! No of course you're not bothering me, kind human! 💓 Here is your request! Im gonna make this an x reader bc 😗😗

And yes I love Lester too 🥺 He's a smol dirty bean who deserves to be cherished and taken good care of 😭

Lester Sinclair x Fem!Reader

(lets all appreciate Lester posing like the supermodel he is.)

(he's so much more photogenic than I'll ever be *heart eyes*)

You guys first met at Lester's roadkill pit.

He saw you waist-deep in the bloody ditch, digging through the swamp of animal carcass, fishing out the dead animals you liked while humming a country tune.

You looked to his direction in alarm when you heard his truck pull up, and then splat into the pit.

Oh yeah did I mention that Lester was so distracted by the sight of a pretty girl in his roadkill pit, he sunk a wheel into the ditch when parking. (boy still can't park for shit smh)

You heard a distant "ah bastard." as he came out of his truck, anxiously walking around his vehicle and assesing the situation.

Tucking the carcasses you collected into your bag of goodies, you called out to him.

"Ya need some help there?"

Long story short, you end up helping him push his truck up the slope, and in repayment, he offers you a ride back to where you live, which you gladly accept.

You marveled at the decor in his truck, asking him about every piece. Lester wasn't used to someone acting so positively toward the interior design of his beloved truck, but he really appreciates it. He answers all your questions, and you end up getting along really well.

You talked about your shared interest of collecting bones and natural exploration, hence your appearance at his roadkill pit, and cracking the dumbest jokes and giggling like little kids over them in the process.

You were like, in love upon first meeting. Its practically a soulmate AU but irl.

Lester asked you out on a date then and there, despite his nerves. When you said yes, he knew you were the one. Just like that.

Bo would poke fun of him for being so invigorated by his "teensy weensy datesy", while Vincent is happy for him.

*cue fond pat on the back from Vinny*

The date was just gonna be a nice walk in the woods and then dinner, but you tripped and slipped in a puddle, and Lester gasps and starts laughing after he sees that you're fine.

You gave Lester's shirt a firm tug, making him face plant into the mud puddle as well.

It then was you turn to laugh your head off, snorting and screeching. Lester thought it was the cutest thing ever.

*Lester dreamily looking at you, as if in a trance, until--*

SPLAT!

You just! Threw mud in his face!

*Sudden bark of laughter from you*

Oh it is so on.

Shortly after, a full-on mud fight broke out between you two.

And boy, he does not go easy. Neither of you did.

That, of course, ended with you both covered in mud head to toe, running back to Lester's hut in a hurry because it started raining heaviliy.

You arrived at Lester's house, a giggling mess drenched in mud, water and sweat, trodding dirt and leaves all over the hut.

General HCs:

You share and trade cool bones you find.

Nerding over different types of animal skull is a must. Argue over which type of badger it is.

"Its obviously a juvenile!"

"No Lester! Its another species, look at that spot next to the cranium--"

Eating cake for breakfast because you both want to.

Cuddling in bed because he's a cuddlebug.

Rough housing. Playfully wrestling, shoving, tripping.

Being smelly together and being given a disapproving eye by Mister Vincent-Germophobe-Sinclair.

Smelling each other and telling the other to shower, faking a gag. (Hypocrites smh)

Collecting roadkill together and fishing for cool bones in the process.

"LESTER LESTER OHMYGOD YOU HAVE TO COME HERE NOW AND SEE THIS!"

*Amazed and excited squawking from both of you*

"HOLY-- ITS A COYOTE! LOOK AT THE VERTIBRAE MAKE SURE--"

"LOOK AT THEM HUGE CANINES THIS IS THE BEST DAY EVER--"

"AHAHAAAA HAHAHAH"

You probably end up getting married without the actual documents. Its fineeee it counts.

Here it is! Sorry it took soooo long. I've been real busy lately :/

I had a lot of fun writing this, this idea is so adorable😭 thanks for the request ❤️

Y'all know how it goes, have a great week for me will ya? ;)

---Zali 🖤

#lester sinclair #house of wax #lester sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair #bo sinclair #lester sinclair headcanons #slashers #slasher

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do-androids-dream-ao3acc · 3 years

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Hypothetical prompt for a teensy weensy tiny fic: Character A is very sleepy/ dealing with a headache/ has trouble falling asleep and Character B takes a solidarity-nap with them someplace quiet, pretty and calm.

(Bonus if you include A talking in their half sleep/ minor nightmares and jumps which B successfully calms down)

Let’s just assume “A” and “B” are... mh, maybe Emhyr and Geralt, how about that? Thank you very much for that cute little idea, and have 1728 words of fluff or whatever. Read under the cut or on AO3.

The door opened all but without a sound, but Emhyr startled, as if he had been deeply engrossed in the papers on his desk – in truth, he had been staring into emptiness, unable to concentrate on any thought.

"Do you know what time it is?"

Emhyr gave his spouse a frown, revealing that he had lost track of time. A look at the half-burned candle in its copper bowl told him that it was late. Very late.

"Geralt," he returned in a puzzled tone, reaching out to him – a strangely touching, almost forlorn gesture. "I have..."

"Been brooding, what else," Geralt replied with a slight smile. He half sat down on the desk, but Emyhr's face betrayed more weariness than displeasure. Then he took the quill, which his husband still held in his hand; indeed, he clutched it almost convulsively, as if it were a precious tool that he dare not to lose. Geralt placed it on its little bench, which lay on the table next to the inkpot.

"You've been sitting on this for two nights, heck, two days and nights straight. Take a break and rest."

"I must… "Emhyr began, with that small, unwilling crease across his brows that Geralt occasionally referred to as a defiance crease.

"Sleep, nothing else."

"It troubles me," Emhyr admitted with unusual honesty, rubbing the back of his hand across his forehead.

Then, as if he had caught himself in a gesture that betrayed weakness – even to his own husband – he put both hands flat on the desk as if to ground himself. But that didn't last long; soon, his fingers began drumming an impatient little cacophony on the tabletop.

"I know," Geralt replied softly. "I know it's difficult, and I know you're doing everything you can to find a solution. But you're no use to anyone if you exhaust yourself."

Emhyr leaned back and gave the witcher a look in which, despite his fatigue, there was a hint of mockery.

"I have a whole staff of advisors."

"Most of which will tell you what you want to hear," Geralt returned. He leaned forward, his face very close to Emhyr's, and continued softly, "Or do you want me to command you?"

This time, one of the rare genuine smiles crossed Emhyr's face, even if it didn't make up for the shadows under his eyes. He crossed his arms, regarding Geralt with a sort of challenging gaze.

"The day I obey one of your orders, I will have a special flag raised, my dear."

"Well," Geralt replied with a mischievous (no, probably slightly filthy) grin, "as much as I love looking at that flag, you should be in bed for other reasons."

There was no mistaking the seriousness in his tone, and it was probably what prompted Emhyr to take Geralt's hand and candidly admit, "I can't sleep. Not because I would not want to. As soon as I close my eyes, I think of these people, this problem, and my thoughts won't turn off."

Geralt nodded, and in his gaze lay not only a genuine understanding but compassion that touched Emhyr in a special way. In one fluid movement, Geralt rose, pulling his spouse along with him by his outstretched hand, and the latter followed as if pulled by a string and stood up, albeit with a slightly confused expression.

"I'll lie down with you," Geralt promised, "and you and I will just take a short nap. A compromise that should please you, after all, I learned from the best, don't you think? We'll close our eyes, just for a short while, and I guarantee you won't think about anything. It will do you good."

"You will do me good," Emhyr replied softly, and that settled the matter.

The bedroom lay in darkness. Geralt lit only a single candle so that his spouse could find his way in the gloom as surely as he could, and the latter sank unresistingly onto the bed as if it had only needed this prompt. Despite his exhaustion, he still did not believe this was enough to snap him out of his musings. A deep sleep, he felt as much as the pain that announced itself behind his forehead, would not be granted to him until he knew exactly how to solve his problem. Still, the pillow under his head was as tempting as the cool sheets, and even more so the body next to his own, feeling as heavy as anything that weighed him down.

"Close your eyes."

That was a request that took some effort to follow, but Geralt clearly had more patience than he did, and they could both match each other in stubbornness anyway.

The witcher just lay there looking at him, affection and a particular concern in his look, which now mixed with slight amusement as if he knew exactly what Emhyr was thinking. So the latter finally closed his eyes.

"Now breathe with me."

Emhyr's lips curled in a sneer, whether he wanted to or not.

"Are we meditating now?"

"You have no patience for that," Geralt replied calmly. "Ah. Shut your eyes!"

After his stare did not have the desired effect, Emhyr closed his eyes again. Geralt placed one of his hands on his chest, a physical connection that strangely made it easier for Emhyr to pay attention to his words.

"Breathe," Geralt repeated.

"I think..." began Emhyr, but Geralt interrupted him immediately, not unkindly, "Don't think."

This request was almost ridiculous; how could one not think? Thoughts didn't disappear; you couldn't force them aside. There were no weapons against them – how amazing that Geralt, of all people, a unique weapon himself if necessary, claimed he knew the trick to make thoughts simply vanish.

"Feel my hand," he said, and that again was easy. This hand was so familiar to Emhyr that he would have sworn he could feel it out of a hundred others with his eyes closed. That hand was warm, trusting, and sure; a promise in itself, and yes, he felt it on his chest, a weight that was none and yet carried so much, so heavy.

"Breathe with me," Geralt repeated, his voice merely a hint, and strangely enough, it seemed pretty easy now. The heaviness behind Emhyr's forehead was no longer just leaden fatigue. It became tantalizing, like the announcement that something worthwhile lay behind it. Next to him was the assurance of a body he knew and trusted, and that assurance gave him the strength to focus on nothing but the other's breath. The blackness around him seemed to turn into colors, and he became all the more aware of the soundlessness of his surroundings when all he could hear was that soft breathing. And then – nothing more.

Until the moment when a loud gasp, a suppressed scream made him start up; a sound he couldn't place for a moment. Darkness enveloped him, and he remembered; he had apparently fallen asleep. How long, Emhyr could not have said. But what had awakened him from this thoroughly restful slumber, he quickly realized after a moment of typical confusion. Geralt, his hair disheveled, was sitting upright in bed, staring blindly into the darkness, muttering something. With both hands, he clutched one leg, and now everything was plain.

His fingers clawed into his flesh as if he had to cover a horribly bleeding wound, and Emhyr knew he was doing just that at that moment; that it must feel to him as if blood was oozing from between his fingers, he must feel as if there was nothing to stop that bleeding. The truth had been different, and Emhyr shuddered at the thought of what had to be done back then, what he had done. He sat up, and carefully, very gently, he put a hand on Geralt's back as if he tried to calm a savage animal.

"Wake up," he said softly. "It's a dream. Just a dream."

Geralt's face was contorted with pain, which he was living through more clearly in this nightmare than it had been in reality - shock and adrenaline had masked the pain then, but it always made its way in dreams. And it didn't stop there, which was an inevitable side effect of two ghastly fractures and magical healings. The pain was real, and the dreams could be very long and very unpleasant. Emhyr's hand on Geralt's back strove for the same assurance the latter had given him, the same promise, the same security.

"I'm here," he said softly, and he knew his voice was finding a way into those dreams, as was his touch.

The return to reality was always the same: a gasp, sounding like someone who had been almost drowning catching their breath. After this, the realization that didn't need the words, but Emhyr repeated them anyway, like a mantra that aided them both, "You were dreaming. It's over."

Geralt turned to him. The one small candle was still burning, albeit dimly, and its light cast a shadow on his face, making his expression difficult for Emhyr to see. In any case, he sounded slightly confused, sleepy, as he replied, "I was asleep? Wait. You were asleep, too."

Emhyr suspected that his spouse could see his smile even in this twilight, and he didn't hide it.

"It looks like it. Your method was successful."

"So was yours," Geralt returned quietly, reaching for Emhyr's hand and squeezing it in mutual understanding. To his surprise, Emhyr's eyes suddenly widened, and he leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to his lips, albeit marked by suppressed passion.

"Probably," he replied triumphantly, "but yours had quite another effect."

Unexpectedly, he jumped up, sat on the edge of the bed, and impatiently fumbled for his shoes.

"I know what I have to do. It's very simple."

"You see," Geralt smiled, "it is possible to detach your thoughts from one thing after all. At least temporarily."

"Oh, you're quite right about that one," Emhyr said, stroking his cheek tenderly. "There is only one thing from which I find it even more difficult to detach my thoughts, and that is the sight of you in this bed."

Despite these words, he now stood up, and with slight disappointment, Geralt replied, "But you do it anyway."

"I do it anyway," Emhyr confirmed. "Just for a while."

There was a promise in those words.

#fanfic #fanfiction #writing #Emhyr x Geralt #witcher 3 fanfic #witcher 3 fanfiction #Emralt #Tumblr Prompt #ask #one shot

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sacrilegious-skeletal-scribe · 2 years

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boyyyyyys

we win these!!!!!

yeah, so remember that submission thing I briefly mentioned wherein the adventure lay in the fact that I had to look myself up to provide links to my social media (yes this the only platform I can stand to use, no I’m not sure what that says about me as a person) and discovered those, frankly, very tone setting tags I wrote promptly forgot about?

yeah that little shindig?

ummmm I guess they liked it?

cause this dropped into my inbox

ahhehehuahs

I’d crop their names but they’re all over the issues, so I presume it’s fine

But yeah, this is a thing that happened

In a month I will technically be a published author, that’s…. holy shit that’s astounding

The e-zine is free, I’ll come link it when the December edition is published, but yeah holy shit

can’t believe one of the biggest memories of my early professional life is going to be intrinsically linked to ‘I throw around animal death like a well loved frisbee’

But, as you heretics have deigned to read this far, a highlight from my upcoming publication; also I have given you actual content in like two weeks and I’m starting to feel bad. also I did a teensy fucky-wucky and haven’t reviewed this until tumblr’s refusing to let me copy-paste forced me to type this by hand and made me realize that I should’ve made sure I was happy with the first part of this before submitting it for other human beings, but if I wasn’t using these wax wings to fight the sun what good would they be

Anyway here’s wonderwall, or as I’ve christened this, Radium Mind

It was the morning, and the day laid before me,

possibilities and structure offering themselves to me, mine to choose.

the birds lived in a plane above, flying and screeching and singing and dying,

I saw them in silence, and they shrieked to fill the void.

it does not offend me; faced with myself, I would shriek too.

the worms wriggled in the ground below me,

sunlight a harbinger only of death to those who live without it.

the worms might scream too, I would not know;

they are not as loud as the birds,

and the earth between us would distort the sound past understanding, anyway.

I stood between them, for the lack of any other place to stand,

and separated we carried out our lives, the gap crossed only,

by esoteric diseases with little interest in our self-imposed separation,

living only as it knows how to be,

the casts inflicted on ourselves merely anecdotal,

incidents it has no reason but to forget soon.

alright heretics, this has been battered through my drafts for long enough, so I’ll thrown you some language you can spit at, sorry for the insane fucking post, this is definitely tone consistent, I’m self-aware I’m just not willing to do anything about it.

How else would I tag for whale corpses and thinly veiled threats for family members who aren’t allowed to parasitically infect my sense of self anymore, well loved frisbees and teensy-weensy, girl-bossy, fucky-wuckys. I am as Icarus, and the sun can kill me as it would kill a god, with dramatis and weight, and a lieu of spectacular fucking paintings.

Have an excellent goddamn evening heretics, and keep your abhorrent minds as crunchity as your foul souls can withstand.

As always, to you.

#sin the ironic paladin speaks #we win these!!!!!#if god’s not going to stop me than neither will this rotting conscience #I had a stroke and a panic attack and I think I’m going to make brownies or practice or kill a small god #it’s anyones guess honestly #e zine submission update #writing #writing update #submissions #spilled ink #spilled prose #glorified prose #poetry if your willing to squint and call it poetry even when it doesn’t scan or rhyme #whale corpses #again #animal death #that shits going to fucking haunt me huh #art

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papermoonloveslucy · 3 years

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WILL WRIGHT

March 26, 1891

William Henry Wright was born in San Francisco, California. He was one of those familiar character actors who seems to have been born old. He specialized in playing crusty old codgers, rich skinflints, crooked small-town politicians, and the like.

Wright worked as a newspaperman before beginning a career in show business. He started his acting career in vaudeville and later moved to the stage. While on the NY stages, he picked up some film roles at Vitaphone Studios in Brooklyn.

Wright made his west coast film debut in 1940 Blondie Plays Cupid.

In 1942, he provided the voice of Friend Owl in Walt Disney's animated film Bambi.

His first time working with Lucille Ball was on radio’s “Old Gold Comedy Theatre” production of “A Girl, A Guy, and A Gob” on February 11, 1945.

In 1949, he appeared (uncredited) with Lucille Ball in the film Miss Grant Takes Richmond.

He was seen twice on “I Love Lucy.” First, he played Mr. Walters, the locksmith from Yonkers, in “The Handcuffs” (ILL S2;E4), filmed on May 16, 1952, and first aired on October 6, 1952.

Walters says that before becoming a locksmith he had show-business aspirations and once won an amateur dance contest.

WALTERS: “My friends all said I’d make another Freddy Astaire.”

Wright return to the series to play Bent Fork sheriff (and father of Teensy and Weensy) in “Tennessee Bound” (ILL S4;E14), filmed on November 18, 1954, and first aired on January 24, 1955.

He returned to Desilu Studios to film an episode of “Our Miss Brooks” aired in February 1956.

From 1954 to 1958, he did three episodes of Desilu’s “December Bride” - all as different characters.

In 1958 and 1961, he appeared on Desilu’s “The Real McCoys”.

In a 1955 episode of “The Danny Thomas Show” (filmed at Desilu Studios) Wright was teamed with Kathryn Card (Mrs. McGillidcuddy) in an episode titled “A Trip To Wisconsin”.

In 1960, Wright returned to “The Danny Thomas Show” to play Mr. Johnson, a citizen of Mayberry, in the episode “Danny Meets Andy Griffith”, which served as a pilot of “The Andy Griffith Show”. The episode has Danny jailed for going through a stop sign.

When “The Andy Griffith Show” was picked up for series (filmed at Desilu), Wright played the character of department store owner Ben Weaver in three episodes in 1960, 1961, and 1962.

In December 1961 he played Rob Petrie’s father on an episode of “The Dick Van Dyke Show” (filmed at Desilu).

His final role was (ironically) playing a dying grandfather on a May 1962 episode of “Bonanza.” Will Wright passed away on June 19, 1962, at age 68. He was married to Nell Ida Peabody from 1920 until his death. They had one child together.

#Will Wright #Lucille Ball #I Love Lucy #Miss Grant Takes Richmond #Desi Arnaz #Andy Griffith Show #Danny Thomas Show #Bonanza #Dick Van Dyke Show #The Real McCoys #Our Miss Brooks #December Bride #TV #Blondie Plays Cupid #Bambi #Old Gold Radio

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beneaththetangles · 3 years

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12 Days of Christmas Anime, Day 3: Rent-a-Girlfriend

Rent-a-Girlfriend is a trainwreck of an anime—but not in a bad way. In fact, it’s a lot of fun, even if it’s often full of cringe, most of all because of Kazuya, the series protagonist whose libido is only matched by his lack of self-awareness. Desperate for a girlfriend, and particularly for Chizuru, the girlfriend he rents from time to time (at first because he’s lonely, but later because of more complicated reasons involving them both), Kazuya’s actions are almost always either gross or embarrassing. He begs and cries a lot, and can’t get outside of his own head; even the when he tries to consider Chizuru, as in episode 8, “Christmas and Girlfriend,” it’s from a very Kazuya perspective: He’s going to rescue her from some scumbag instead of following the voice that tells him that what he’s doing—stalking Chizuru on Christmas Eve as she meets with a good-looking guy—is likely worse than what he’s imagining the guy is planning for her.

*Comic Book Guy voice*

Back to the show being a trainwreck. The indication I’m giving by saying that is that I just can’t look away. It’s often funny and just so entertaining to see how Kazuya acts and thinks. I admit, too, that I see a teensy weensy bit of myself in that loser, especially when I was his age. Just like Kazuya, I felt an immense pressure to date. In high school, I could get away with not trying to date anyone (even if I wanted to), but in college, I felt something was wrong with me if I couldn’t get a girlfriend. Actually, I should say it would be confirmation that I’m not as great as I think I am, and also that I wouldn’t be able to overcome the fears of trying to establish a relationship, which extrapolates to me not being able to overcome other adult problems in addition to maybe not having the marriage and children I one day wanted.

Also, like Kazuya and his friends, I was very much about physical attraction. I judged girls very highly based on their looks, and very rarely cared about their personalities and character. Kazuya immediately deems Chizuru an incredible person based on her looks—this much is obvious because she’s mean to him, has a questionable job, and he still declares as much. Kazuya’s friends also frequently remind him that she’s “out of his league.”

Truth is, physical attraction aside, Chizuru is out of Kazuya’s league. She’s a strong, independent, and quick-witted woman. She has strong feminine qualities, and her masculine side is even stronger than Kazuya’s, too.

She’s everything, it seems, that he’s not.

And yet, Chizuru cares for Kazuya. At first, it seems to be based on their mutual predicament, but as time passes, we see that she does see him as more than a client. In the Christmas episode, as she goes on her apparent date, once Kazuya accidentally reveals himself and truth comes to bare in the situation, she shows him the major purpose of her day out: She was looking for a gift to give him.

Chizuru chooses to give Kazuya a cell phone case after he cracked his phone screen when saving her in an earlier episode. While that in itself doesn’t seem particularly loving—it’s a repayment as much as anything, and she does bestow gifts on other clients—her continual advice to Kazuya, willingness to break the rules she otherwise strictly abides by in her job, and most of all, the work she does to try to build him up for him show that the gift is just part of something more; it’s another sign of her caring for this broken young man.

I can’t help but think of our own predicament this Christmas. I can’t help but think, for instance, of the many Kazuyas there are in the world—I’ve known many, and I’ve known a number of people who are worse than he. I can’t help but think of myself, as well. I have far more self-awareness than Kazuya, but when peeking into my mind, as we get to peek into his, I’m sure viewers would see gross and terrible things as well, made worse because I lack that “innocence” he has. I should know better. I should be better.

And yet, just like Chizuru demonstrates love for Kazuya, God loves me, and them, and you as well. I know he must be fed up with the ways we act and think. And yet, like Chizuru sees some good qualities in Kazuya—a sweet heart, an innocence, a willingness to sacrifice himself—I believe that God also values the good things he sees in us, the small triumphs in the choices we make.

He also, of course, sees Christ, his perfect son. In about a week, we celebrate Christ’s birth and remember that he came into the world to rectify the problem of sin, to say that even though we’re all somewhat like Kazuya, messed up in our own ways, God still loves us enough to accept us and teach us, like Chizuru, and even to love us so much that he would pay a penalty that was unjust and terrible.

Thankfully, we don’t have to wonder if God loves us, like Kazuya does with Chizuru. He’s shown his love for us, and that love endures, paid on his behalf and for us, thankfully and fully, rent-free.

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Rent-a-Girlfriend can be streamed on Crunchyroll.

#Anime #Christianity #Rent a Girlfriend #Kanojo Okarishimasu #Christmas #Christmas Anime #12 Days of Christmas Anime #Articles #Author: TWWK

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