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mountainsandmayhem · 4 months

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You’re Mine, Little Dove

(Joel Miller x Female!Reader) 18+

Summary: You’ve always loved walking at night, but an unexpected visitor goes from the most terrifying to most erotic night of your life.

TW: predator/prey dynamics, ropes, blindfolding, gagging, non consent, consensual non consent, oral, fingering, unprotected P in V, dirty talk, pet names (little dove, baby girl etc.)

A/N: I can’t say much without giving anything away, but this scene has been so fun for me to write. I’m tagging @untamedheart81 @beboldbebravethings @rav3n-pascal22 and @spookyxsam since you 4 wonderful people had such amazing support for my last story. And because delulu is the solulu, I’m also tagging @swiftispunk and @thetriumphantpanda because they’re both incredible creators and I truly admire their work.

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You’ve always loved the night, and since getting promoted at work walking in the dark has become your way of winding down. Your friends think you’re crazy, blabbing on about how it’s dangerous and you shouldn’t be out there alone. One even suggested buying really dark sunglasses and walking during the day. You all laughed at that as you sipped rosé, but it’s not the same. For one, the summer sun in Texas is way too hot most days, but it’s also too “peopley” during the day. You want the solitude and quiet that comes with the dark.

All day you’re interrupted and expected to do things outside of your lane. Take work for example, today you were asked to take meeting minutes for a meeting that the team you lead isn’t even a part of. You lead a team, and have an assistant of your own who takes meeting notes, doesn’t that team lead have an assistant who can do that?

Probably not. He’s an arrogant prick, you think to yourself. But he’s the boss's son so he gets away with it. And because of that, you agree. You always fucking agree. Always happy to help, never saying no.

Here in the night though, it’s just you. The night doesn’t ask you to do anything but sleep, which you will do after enjoying the cooler summer air on your skin as you wander through the park behind your house.

There’s also a slight edge of danger to it that entices you. The park is well-lit, but who knows what could happen in the darkness between the casts of yellow light from lamppost to lamppost. Those darker spots might be your favourite, just a few steps away from the safety of the light.

You stop in one of those dark spots, closing your eyes and tilting your head up to the sky, taking a big cleansing breath in.

Silence. Calm. Peace.

You hold your breath for a few seconds, silence ringing in your ears before you slowly exhale. Just before you open your eyes, two strong arms wrap around you. A hand clamps over your mouth, the other arm other snakes tightly around your waist, pinning your arms down with it.

Silence, calm, and peace, were quickly replaced with fear, terror, and panic.

A solid wall of a person leads you to the grassy, non-lit areas of the park and you realize you have never known fear before. The fun fear of a roller coaster or haunted house, yes; but never true heart-stopping fear. Your stomach drops and everything inside you is yelling to fight.

“Don’t scream, little dove.” A deep voice rumbles through you. If it wasn’t for his massive form holding you up, you’re sure you’d fall over.

This doesn’t happen here. This is a safe neighbourhood where you know all your neighbours. For a second you think it’s a joke, someone sneaking up on you that you know, but it’s almost midnight on a Wednesday. Who would be up at this point?

As he pulls you along your fear evolves into terror. You’re frantically trying to catch your breath through your nose as every happy memory floods through you. The sparkly pink bike you got when you were six. The first time you saw white sand and crystal clear blue waters. Watching your best friend get engaged. How proud your parents looked when you got promoted last year. What was the last thing you even said to your parents?

His strong frame forces you to the grass. He places a knee on your back, holding you down as he ties your hands with a scratchy rope. Your mouth is free as your forehead rests on the grass.

Scream. Now.

You open your mouth but nothing comes out. Why can’t you scream or at least look back at him to see who he is so you can describe him to the police?

Oh god, what if he doesn’t let you go?

Just as you open your mouth to try to scream again he gags you and then blindfolds you. You’re pretty sure it’s done with silk ties, but you really can’t be sure.

“Good job, little dove.” He coos in your ear as he helps you up. “You’ll be rewarded for keeping quiet.”

He leads you through more of the grassy fields. You try to map out which house you’re headed toward in your mind’s eye until you’re interrupted by the sound of crunching gravel under your shoes. You assume you’re in an alley or street as you hear the clicking of a car door.

Your overly conservative father's voice comes into your head. “You can’t go out dressed like that. Boys will get the wrong idea. You’re inviting them to take advantage of you.”

That was years ago. You’re an adult woman now, with a degree and a mortgage. You know your clothing isn’t an excuse for this man’s abhorrent behaviour, but maybe you should have changed from your denim skirt and tight black top.

As you hear the vehicle door open the panic begins. Your breath comes in shorter and shallower, and it feels like your heart is thumping in your throat. You’re sure your captor can hear it, or at least feel it through the skin of your bicep that he’s gripping so tightly. A whimper escapes you as he hoists you into a back seat and slams the door.

“Don’t cry, little dove.” He says from the front as he starts the engine. “It’ll only entice me.”

Fuck. Fuck. You’re dead. Or trafficked. How could you not have screamed?! You let him take you, but did you stand a chance either way? You could feel his chest on the back of your head when he grabbed you, he was probably a foot taller than you. His strong hand was large enough to practically cover your whole face. He was the predator…you were the prey.

You calm your breathing and focus on the turns the vehicle takes as it pulls out of your neighbourhood, not letting the tears fall, you refuse to give him that sort of satisfaction.

It feels like you’ve been driving for hours before you finally come to a stop. He hasn’t said anything from the front seat. No music played. As he turns off the car you can hear the sound of a garage door closing. You’re royally fucked.

The door near your feet opens and you scramble to the other side of the vehicle as your instincts to fight ignite. A strong hand grabs your ankle and pulls you forward. You kick blindly with your other leg, screaming through the silk that’s wedged between your teeth. He catches your other ankle, squeezing them both together with one hand and binds them together.

He hoists you over his shoulder and lays a hard spank across your ass, eliciting a squeal as the walls of your pussy clench a little. “Behave, little dove,” he says cockily. You can’t see him, but you know he’s smirking over how easily he overpowered you.

You try to say ‘fuck you’ through your gag.

“Oh, I intend to.” He says as he takes you inside and up the stairs.

He drops you down on a bed and undoes the gag. “Tell me your name.”

“Touch me again and I’ll rip your dick off.” You spit.

He chuckles a little while straddling you and lifting the hem of your shift, exposing the soft skin of your stomach. “I love it when my little doves talk dirty to me.”

He places light kisses along your skin and you squirm to try to get free, but his large frame has you trapped and your arms and legs are useless if they’re bound. A deep moan from his chest shoots straight to your core, sending a new wave of arousal as your body starts to betray you.

“You’re a fucking coward,” you say with as much hate as you can muster, trying to ignore the want that’s spreading through your traitorous body.

He lifts your shirt higher, exposing all the skin between your bra and denim skirt, continuing to place soft kisses and light nibbles along your skin.

“I only want to make you feel good, little dove.” He says in a husky whisper, “How does that make me a coward?”

God dammit he feels so warm against you. You push his soft lips and deep soothing voice out of your mind and focus back on the fear, terror and panic you felt earlier.

“Capturing someone in the night. Binding them. Real men aren’t afraid of the fight.” Taunting him is incredibly risky, but if you entice him enough he might untie you and you can fight like hell to get free. He couldn’t have taken you far.

His kisses cease. You almost let out a whimper of protest at him stopping. Are you this desperate for touch? You have a boyfriend.

“Is that what you think, little dove?” He shifts to be straddling your hips, leaning forward with both forearms on either side of your face. He brushes away some hair that has stuck to your lips. “That I’m not a real man?”

You can feel the bulge in his pants pressing against your stomach as you try to squirm free. “Yes, you’re fucking pathetic.”

His lips move to your neck. Wet kisses moving from your ear to your collarbone. You’ve always been a sucker for neck kisses and with sight being taken away, your sense of touch seems heightened. Shit, his lips feel good and at this proximity, you catch a faint smell of leather and cedar. He trails his tongue back up before gently biting your earlobe.

Fuck, a small shiver runs down your back and your breath hitches as you squeeze your thighs together.

“I’ll make you a deal, little dove,” he whispers, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “If you can keep your breathing steady for the next 5 minutes, I’ll untie you and remove the blindfold.”

You feel dizzy by the closeness and gentleness of him. “And if I can’t?” You breathe.

“If you can’t…I’ll untie your ankles and remove the blindfold. I have a feeling you have beautiful eyes.”

You swallow hard, contemplating your options. He kidnapped you. He doesn’t have your consent to any of this, but based on the wetness that is now coating your thighs, your body doesn’t seem to get the same message.

You take a deep breath before saying, “Deal.”

Before the word has fully left your lips, he’s ripped your tank top completely open. His fingers work the front clasp on your bra as he whispers that he’s sorry about your shirt and starts placing hungry kisses down your neck. Your breasts are completely exposed to him, the cool air turning your nipples into stiff peaks.

“You’re fucking gorgeous.” He says as he cups both your breasts. His tongue swipes along the left nipple as his thumb caresses the smooth skin underside of the right one.

You remind yourself that he kidnapped you and try not to let your body and breathing betray you, but your thighs squeeze tighter for relief and your mind is swimming.

His tongue swipes harder before he moves over to the right one, sucking it into his mouth and rolling the other between his fingers.

He’s playing you like a fiddle. How does he seem to know exactly what you like?

He releases your nipple with a pop before gently blowing cool air on it. He latches back onto the left one, swirling with his tongue and your hips involuntarily buck forward as your breath stutters.

“Good girl, little dove.” He says with a low growl, coming back up to be face to face. “Looks like I win. Your hands stay tied, but I’ll free your ankles and take off the blindfold.”

His minty breath hits your nostrils. Fuck, my hands!! How could you have forgotten about your hands? Shit. You can’t believe you let this monster make you feel good.

He slips the blindfold off and you blink a few times, adjusting to the dimly lit room and taking in the man on top of you. Fuck, monster he is not. His curly dark hair is pushed back and you can see some salt and pepper around the temples. He has patchy facial that you couldn’t even feel when he was kissing you, he was being much more gentle than you thought. He’s handsome and rugged…if anything, this man is your type.

“I was right,” he says, his deep brown eyes staring right into you. “You do have beautiful eyes.”

Now that he sees you as a person, you might be able to elicit some sympathy.

“P-please let me go.” You say, holding in tears.

He tilts his head to one side, a small smile revealing a dimple that makes you melt a little. “Let you go? We’ve only just started, little dove.”

The fear starts to come back again as he shifts to untie your ankles. “Please don’t do this.”

He kisses up your thighs and speaks between kisses. “Sshhhh…let me make you feel good and then you can go home.”

You should kick or flail or do something, you had your best chance just seconds ago, but his warm, soft kisses had you too distracted. You start to think this man wouldn’t actually hurt you. But he is hurting you by forcing you to be here in the first place, isn’t he?

You look down at him to see him lying beside you, head propped in one hand near your hip as the other trails up and down your legs. His features are soft, eyes wholly focused on the tiny goosebumps he’s leaving on his skin. His hand slips between your thighs and tries to part your legs, you’re suddenly unsure if you’re squeezing them together to ease the throbbing of your clit or out of fear.

“Open your legs for me, little dove.” He says as he kisses the tops of your thighs.

You shake your head as the tears you were holding in roll down your cheeks. He’s right near your knees now, you could draw one up into his jaw, but those big chocolate eyes are looking up at you so lovingly.

He get up, walks towards the end of the bed and grabs your ankles. Like the flip of a switch, his look turns harsh and angry before he pulls you to the edge of the bed. Your skirt hikes up around your waist from the motion and he licks his lips as he wedges his body between your knees, spreading you apart enough for him to see you glistening for him.

“Tsk, tsk.” He says while shaking his head and lowering himself slowly between your legs. “Walking alone at night, in this little skirt with no panties?”

He lowers himself between your thighs and you begin to realize just how broad he is as your leg muscles cry out from the stretch. The rest of the room comes into view. There are handcuffs and ropes, along with paddles and whips hanging on the wall. There was no escaping this man, and your curiosity is peaked by the ropes you notice around the bed frame.

“Perhaps you’re not a little dove after all.” He taunts, looking at your wide eyes as they take in the room. He’s going to take what he wants from you and you barely fought it. You’re enjoying his words and touches, even more so now that you see how incredibly handsome he is.

“Please.” You whimper, making eye contact with your captor. Though you aren’t sure if it’s a plea to stop or keep going.

“You look even more gorgeous spread out for me like this. So wet. And warm.” He’s looking at your cunt like it’s the newest wonder of the world. “Doesn’t look like she has gotten the attention she needs lately. Does your boyfriend not know what he’s doing?”

His warm breath hits your core as he speaks, sending waves of warmth from the base of your spine out to your fingertips.

“He….” you aren’t sure what to say. You love your boyfriend, “he does. He just isn’t…skilled.”

A gentle kiss is placed on your mound, right above the spot that’s aching for attention. “Poor baby. Do you need me to take care of it, little dove?”

You clamp your eyes shut. You shouldn’t. This is wrong. But your traitorous pussy has other plans and you very quietly whisper yes.

His mouth is on your before you can even process what you just agreed to. A flat, wet tongue laps from your entrance to your clit a few times before he sucks your clit into his mouth. He groans deeply as he tastes you, sending a rumble straight through you. You cry out loudly and arch your back, pushing yourself into him.

“Good girl.” He says before doing it again. “I want to hear you enjoy it.”

His mouth continues to keep you on edge. Rotating between licking and sucking, adding pressure until you start breathing heavily and then easing up. You’re right on the edge, but he’s not letting you over.

“Please. Please let me come.” You beg.

He stops, looking at you with a cocky smirk, revealing that fucking dimple again. “That boyfriend of yours has been mistreating you, little dove. So worked up.”

You let a whine when he stops and begs some more. “Please. You feel so good.”

He slams two fingers deep inside of you. You’re so wet that it happens with ease and when he curls his fingers forward, right to that spongy part, you start to feel like your bones are dissolving.

“F-fuuuuuck,” you gasp.

His tongue begins to flick against your clit again, gently at first as he works you with his fingers. You can feel your arousal dripping down his hand and pooling under your ass. He starts applying more pressure with his tongue and you know that he’s going to make you come. Hard. And with your hands still tied behind your back you won’t be able to push him away when you become too sensitive. Too overly stimulated.

“Come on my little dove,” he says between licks. “Show me how good this feels.”

Your orgasm hits with a force you have never felt before. Electricity feels like it courses through your entire body and you scream out to the room, legs shaking as you cover his hand and mouth with your arousal. He doesn’t let up, sucking and licking as your orgasm feels like it lasts forever. Finally, you can’t take it anymore and you try to roll away.

“S-Stop. S’too much,” you gasp. “Please.”

He pulls his fingers from you, pinning your hips down with his forearm making you a prisoner to his tongue. He’s going to make you come again.

“I can’t,” you huff as you try to escape.

“Ssh, little dove. You can take it.” He keeps sucking and licking your swollen bundle of nerves.

Your body starts to shake, the word no escaping your lips over and over. You mean yes, but this man is overwhelming you with pleasure in a way no one ever has before, and you don’t know if you can take it.

He moans against you as he sucks, that same rumble from earlier, it consumes you and that’s what does it. You come again, grinding shamelessly against his face as he smiles up at you.

“Good girl. Fuck, I am going to ruin you for every other man. No one is going to make you come as hard, or as much as I will. Roll over.”

The fact that he’s taken you against your will is not even in your mind as you slide back into the bed to roll over. He pulls you up so your knees are resting right on the edge, fully on display for him.

“Such a perfect little pussy. And a perfect girl. Being so good for me.” You hear his belt and jeans hit the floor. Glancing back you see him naked from the waist down, pumping his cock in his hand. Your eyes widen at the size of him.

“No. It’s not gonna….I can’t do it.” You crawl up the bed to get away, laying flat on your stomach.

He climbs up behind you and hitches one of your legs up before aligning himself with your soaked entrance.

“Relax, little dove,” he whispers in your ear before gently kissing your neck. He pushes himself into you and you tense up at the size of him.

“You need to relax, baby girl.” He says deeply, “Take a deep breath. You can do this.”

You do as he says, looking over your shoulder at him and breathing deeply.

He pushes into you more, not breaking eye contact. “Good girl. Make room for me.”

He’s stretching you almost to the point of pain but you listen and breathe. The more relaxed you are the better it feels. There can’t be much more left for him to get inside of you.

“Almost there. You’re such a good little dove. One more breath baby.” Finally, you feel his hips pressed against your ass. He stays still for a second and you grind back into him.

“Fuck, stay still for a second. You’re so tight.” He gasps. Pride fills you that this big man can be brought to pieces by just the tiniest wiggle of your ass.

He takes a few breaths this time before he starts to move. He starts slow. Moving halfway out and then back in a few times. You need more.

“Fuck me,” you moan. “Please. Ruin me for other men like you promised.”

A hard smack lands on your ass cheek before he pumps in and out of you. He’s rough with you now, grabbing your hair and pounding as deep as he can after pulling out to the tip.

“You won’t be able to walk for a week.” He grunts before releasing your hair and spanking you again.

It’s euphoric. The perfect mix of pleasure and pain. You arch your back more and he lays another slap across your ass.

“You’re not a little dove are you?” He growls as he fucks you.

“No,” you breathe. Barely able to form a thought.

“Tell me what you are.” He says, slapping your ass again.

“I’m yours. I’m your desperate, cock loving little dove.” It comes out as a whine, your orgasm growing closer.

He doesn’t stop pounding into you. “Fuck. That’s my good girl. You’re taking me so well.”

You can feel your arousal soaking the sheets below you, and hear the squelching as he fucks into you. You arch your back again so he can brush against that spot you love so much. He reaches under you, rubbing tight little circles on your clit.

“Oh….f-fuck.” You coo.

“Yea?” He taunts, “You like that? My rough fingers on your beautiful little cunt?”

His words send another rush of arousal to your core, this is wrong. You shouldn’t like this, but you’re not sure you’ll survive if he stops what he’s doing.

“N-no. Fuck you.” You try to sound mad but it hits his ears in breathy moans.

“My perfect girl.” He taunts, “Come on my big cock. Squeeze me with that tightly little pussy.”

Your vision blurs as you start to gush all over him. Your whole body tenses as wave after wave of pleasure consumes you, moaning and squealing like a woman possessed. Your legs shake so hard that you feel like you’re in the middle of an intense gym session. Slowly you gain control of your body again and he’s right, you’re ruined for all other men.

“Good fucking girl,” he says as he pulls out and climbs up the bed. “You’re so hot. Open your mouth for me, little dove.”

He pumps himself over you as you roll on your back and open your mouth. His strokes and breathing become erratic as warm ropes of come hit your tongue and face. He lets out a deep moan as he covers you.

He leans in a kisses your lips, not caring about the come on your chin or cheeks, the biggest smile crossing his face.

“Let me get you a face cloth, babe.” He says with a little laugh.

“Thank you, Joel.” You say with a wink. “And please untie me, my hands are asleep.”

He laughs, “I would, but I’m just your unskilled boyfriend now.”

He gently wipes off your face before reaching back and untying your wrists. He kisses them gently before laying back on the bed. “Was that ok?”

You curl into his arms. “It was perfect, baby.”

“Are you sure?” He squeezes you reassuringly. “You seemed genuinely scared a few times.”

“I told you I was in theatre in high school.” You laugh to yourself.

He chuckles deeply as he rubs your back. “I don’t think all of that was acting…”

You glance up to see him smiling at the ceiling, clearly very proud of himself for making you come so hard. “True, I think we need to change the sheets.”

Another gentle kiss lands on your forehead. “I love you.”

“You too, Joel. Very much.”

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Tags: @wannab-urs

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solidsnakecake · 10 days

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My fave bit of lore that Kojima sadly and brutally erased and ignored was the fact Naomi is saved by Solid Snake.

After Shadow Moses, Naomi is arrested and imprisoned. But shortly after, someone breaks in and rescues her. It was David. He never abandoned Naomi despite everything. Frank would be proud.

#never abandoning Frank's sister #metal gear #metal Gear solid #naomi hunter #frank jaeger #solid snake #snavid #mgs david #im this close to hating mgs4 for the all damage it did to these characters

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liyawritesss · 11 months

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ᴄᴏʟʟᴇɢᴇ!ᴍɪʟᴇꜱ ᴍᴏʀᴀʟᴇꜱ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ

Characters: College!Spider-Verse!Miles Morales

Type: headcanons

Synopsis: What would our lovely boy Miles be like as a grown up college student? Does he change or does he still keep his dorky, boyish demeanor?

A/N: HAPPY JUNETEENTH TO MY FELLOW NEGROS!!! In honor of Juneteenth and the release of ATSV, I'm dumping some headanons on yall, and I'm so proud of how these turned out. I was talking with my friend how we heavily believed that we would see a grown up Miles but when we found out only a year passed in Miles’ timeline for him, the topic of college!Miles came up. So these headcanons are pretty much a product of how we thought miles would be as a college student around our age.

Note: the first pic is of Shameik Moore, I just used a cartoon filter over it to try and make it look like the art style in the spiderverse franchise. The third one is not Shameik Moore but I use the same cartoon filter over it for the same effect

Warnings: Some cursing but that’s about it. KEEP IT CUTE PG-16 CUZ THIS IS NEPHEW WE TALKIN' BOUT HERE!!!

Tags: @6-noir @babyboiboyega @badass-dora-milaje @jacuzziwaters @venusdraco @mbakuetshurisprincess @shuriszn @verachii @writingintheshadowsforever @cafehyunji @lulu-network @niyahwrites @pantherheart @marsfunzon22

College!Miles isn’t a complete one-eighty of his mid-teen self, but rather, he builds on the defining attributes of his youth and matures them. He’s still pretty self-effacing, modest and humble, but he’s more confident in himself and the man he wants to become. He’s selfless and courageous and loving to a fault, and anyone who’s anyone who has been in his presence can say that Miles is a great person all around.

College!Miles ends up going to study in New Jersey, majoring in Physics Engineering, but also minoring in African Psychology on the track for social work. He knows that he can only do so much good behind his Spiderman mask, and believes that he should also be putting in the work when he isn’t wearing it. It’s an obligation for him to put his best food forward for his community and his people.

College!Miles who mixes his style with 90’s black streetwear and modern day. He’s a sneakerhead, so his dorm room gradually accumulates with boxes upon boxes of shoes damn near reaching the ceiling. His room back home is much worse though (Rio can’t even clean his room anymore because everywhere she looks, it’s a box of shoes chucked somewhere. Mama has given up lmao). And similar to the first outfit we see him in in ATSV, he loves the sports-jersey-over-solid-color-shirt combo, but has a decent amount of hoodies and tee’s both graphic and plain, that he likes to throw on with a pair of jeans and shoes. He knows how to dress, and he knows that he looks good in what he wears too.

College!Miles who never steps out the house without a chain on. He’s got two specific ones that he wears primarily - a silver cuban link his parents got him for his eighteenth birthday that he wears daily, and a gold snake chain that he bought for himself with his first check from his first big boy job. There are other necklaces that he has that he’ll throw on it he wants to switch things up. He’s not a big fan of things on his wrist (he’s gotten too used to the web shooters that everything else just feels funny or wrong), but he has a watch that he only wears to be fancy and a couple of rings that go on his middle or forefingers. He also has a few pairs of studded earrings he switches between every now and then to keep up a fresh look.

College!Miles who starts to take special care in his appearance as he reaches his late teen years. He can only go to his mom when he’s on breaks or vacation when he travels back to Brooklyn, but he’s learned enough from Rio to do his own line-ups and touch ups to make him look decent. It took him a minute to get used to doing it on his own, but he was adamant on learning because he was firm on not letting anyone else into his head besides his mother. He’d recently gotten into cutting slits into his eyebrows too, as they make him feel super cool

College!Miles who knows he’s got girls & guys coming left and right waiting for the opportunity to get with him, but as much as he’s a loverboy, he’s also very intentional with how he moves and is very perceptive of people (his Spidey senses enhance it a lot more than what he wishes sometimes) that he peeps that a lot of them are only attracted to his looks. He doesn’t date for the first few semesters of college, and when his parents ask if he’s gonna bring someone home soon, he tells them that he’s too busy making gateways to dimensions to open the gateways to dating

College!Miles whose love for hip hop never dies over the years. Instead it seems to grow. He adds a few new artists to her playlist - JID, Young M.A., Tobe Nwigwe, & Kendrick Lamar from the hip hop and rap scenes (Miles uses many of Tobe’s songs as hype music to gas himself up). Though he’s also found an appreciation for other genres, like R&B and Neo-Soul. Some of these artists include but are not limited to: H.E.R., UMI, Ari Lennox, and Bryson Tiller.

College!Miles who still holds on to his art as a hobby and destresser from his many classes and double-identity. His street art follows him wherever he goes, tagging new places that have people wondering who the hell made it all the way up there to tag that. There’s a secret pride that swells in him when he sees passersby admiring the artwork.

College!Miles who, when the world gets too much and he feels like everythings going wrong, he climbs the tallest building he can find and just watches the sunrise or sunset. He lets the breathtaking view ease his mind and the warm sun soothe his worries away. Being so high up and away from people allows him to actually think about the troubles that plague him, so when he comes back down, he can address them accordingly

College!Miles who’s still very much a momma’s boy. He calls Rio almost every day, either to just talk or to rant about something silly. She’ll put him on speaker for Jefferson to hear and just looks at her husband like “Listen to your son” when he’s being silly. But it’s so sweet that Miles always has his parents on his mind when he’s away at school. He also calls his dad to have ‘guy talk’, which ain’t nothing but Miles and Jefferson either talking about sports, his academics (which Jeff is really supportive of, even if he doesn’t understand the physics part, he loves to hear his sons ideas on the psychology minor he’s taken on) or random funny shit the guys that they hang around do every day.

College!Miles who grows more confident in his Spanish and uses it more and more in his day-to-day life. He’ll speak it when he’s talking to himself, when he’s angry or if he’s hurt himself (which happens the same amount of times as it did when he was a teen), or he’ll try and surprise his mom with a conversation in complete Spanish (which he does succeed in sometimes).

College!Miles who’s barely changed from the loveable boy who we all know and love as a teen. He just grew some more and became cooler, but he still radiates the same dorky, intelligent, and loving energy he’s always had.

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thepaintpirate · 11 months

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Because I'm crap at technology, I have actually lost a request that someone asked of me and now I can't reply to it directly so if it was you I'm so so sorry. I do remember the premise though and I'll try to do it my best!

Chained - ASL & F!Celestial Dragon!Reader

Summary: basically what I remember them asking was ASL and a celestial dragon who is learning about the world, who eventually decides she doesn't want to go home. This was described as like a Pink Diamond/Rose Quarts type situation like in SU. I've decided to make this child ASL, then a little time skip! Thought the idea was adorable! TW for mentions of slavery, child abuse, abuse and foul language.

You don't remember exactly how you managed to leave the ship, or how you got into that empty crate, or how that crate ended up heading in a direction away from the shore and into the sea or-

Well never mind that or the numerous "or"s you could list. You were lost, probably many miles and islands away from the original place your parents had decided to tour. Why they thought leaving the Grand Line, or the Red Line for that matter, to walk around a little city with their heads up high was a good idea was a mystery. But it helped you because it gave you an opportunity to go on a little adventure, just like the books you read talked about!

When you were at home you weren't allowed to read because "reading is a peasants hobby". Little did they know that your grandmother, now passed, had a secret library stacked with books from across the world in her home. Boredom had you seeking trouble one day, causing you to fall right into the library from a hatch in the floor. It hurt, but it was worth it to see rows and rows of shelves lined with hardbacks as old as your parents. Some were newer however, like the Sora comic books that you found. Why your grandmother thought it was nice to keep them was a little strange, even if you didn't know her well she seemed like the uptight sort. Yet nowadays you wondered what she was truly like if she managed to read and dog tag some of the most fascinating books you'd picked up.

Currently, a few days after the events that lead to you escaping, you had landed on the steep shores of an island covered in jungle. With your small, and slowly depleting, supply of snacks you climbed out of the box and began to scale some rocks. In your current attire, the suit you were forced into, it was a lot more difficult than it should have been. Luckily the bubble they usually had you wear was popped with your very dramatic exit through the cabin window.

Reaching solid ground, and grass, you discovered you were met with very dense forest like you'd assumed. With the naive courage of a lion cub, you began to walk into the brush and disappear. As you continued, looking all around at the new sights, you wondered how your parents were doing. Had they noticed you were gone yet? Your father was a busy busy man and often too proud to visit you so he probably had another day or two until he realised you were gone. Your mother was a different story, she'd probably stormed in to have you go on a walk with her through town and saw you missing.

After another hour or so of prodding snakes and narrowly dodging some monkeys on vines, you heard a change in the surrounding sound. Three sharp, childish voices up ahead. It excited you, you'd never met anyone your age who wasn't already from your homeland. Would they look the same? Would they be kind? It seems they'd sensed you before you could stick your head out, as the boy in orange yelled angrily into the bushes.

"Reveal yourself or get lost!" He shouted, making you jump a little. Was everyone out here as aggressive as him?

He hadn't seen you yet but it looked like the blonde he was with finally caught a glimpse of you. "I'm sorry about him, he's just loud don't worry. Could you step into the light?"

You obliged him, looking at the pair in wonder. They were much different from anyone else, definitely not like anyone had warned you. Your uncle said common people had horns and tails that they could control like arms to snatch people, your aunt said they had blue skin and gills like fish with the faces of demons. But these two boys were just like you. With soft looking skin, small noses, full heads of hair and only one pair of eyes. You had yet to spy any horns or tails, but you knew that your aunt was definitely wrong.

The brunette looked unimpressed by you, looking you up and down like how your father looked at people. If the books were right, this was judgement. But the blonde however, looked like he had just choked on a fly. "What the hell is one of them doing out here-"

"Hi I'm Luffy! This is Ace and Sabo. Now that you know us, why're you wearing that ugly potato sack?" The crouched one asked. You'd not noticed him, you definitely should have become his eyes looked like dinner plates and his mouth was stretched like a boa constrictor.

"Luffy don't tell her our names she could be an enemy!" Ace yelled, hitting his brother. You didn't like hitting, it reminded you of your father and that servant you saw once. That back then was much messier than it was now.

"No, Ace's right. That is an enemy" Sabo was pale, like he wanted nothing more than to lunge away or at you. "That's one of those bubble heads I told you about".

You were confused as they entered some private, quiet conversation. Even the loud one was calm. When they concluded, the first brunette looked vicious. He leaned down, picking up a rock and hurling it at a tree near your head. Obviously you flinched away, looking back at him with both confusion and fear. Why were they acting like this?

The blonde copied him, pelting you with pebbles until you were forced to run away. It was only the wide eyed boy that didn't copy, looking at his brothers in anger and yelling something you couldn't hear. It was too bad, you left into the shade of the trees.

You slept in a cave that night, thinking about those boys until morning. It kept you awake. Why didn't they even try to talk to you? What exactly caused that reaction?

Breakfast consisted on a loaf of bread in a tree, with heavy and tired eyes you watched the shrubs below. That was until someone sat next to you with a heavy thud. You turned and saw him, the scar faced one from before. "Hi strange girl!"

"Uh, hi strange boy?" You replied, not knowing what to call him.

He tilted his head and looked offended. "I'm not strange, you are!"

"What, no I'm not! You're the one throwing rocks at me!" You defended, and though it wasn't necessarily true it was just stating the groups odd behaviour.

"Nuh uh, Sabo says you're weird because you keep people and they don't want to be with you and you wear bubbles and shoot people!" He said, crossing his arms.

But you didn't react this time, once again remembering that scene from so long ago. The guns your family had on display, the rooms you weren't allowed to enter that always echoed with suffering. One time, when you were very young, you stood just a little close to one of the padlocked doors and cast a shadow under it. Whatever was behind it lunged at the wood on the other side, cursing and screaming profanities at you. From then on you didn't go near any unknown doors.

You're people weren't good people, you knew that and you didn't know how it made you feel, but now that he'd said it out loud... You could only think, what else did your people do? To the people back home, and to the people of the world. You were stuck behind one-way glass, they could see you but you couldn't see them and it frustrated you. What else was there that was missing?

"You know, I get the feeling that you're not so bad" Luffy hummed, picking a leaf from your hair. You gave him a look but he only ever smiled at you. "I don't think you shoot people, or take them. Do you?"

"No. I- I don't understand. I need to know more about myself, my people, from you because they won't show me or tell me. I don't get it! How are you supposed to be human?" You were struggling with the thoughts in your head that swelled up into tears. Tears were the only thing that ever got you a reaction so it was all you could do. It was like you knew what you wanted to ask but your mouth couldn't say it right. You needed to know more, shatter the glass that kept you apart.

Luffy stuck a finger out and flicked you, making you stop crying momentarily. "I don't know what you have to do to be human, I just do stuff. But I can teach you what I know if you want?".

All you could do was say yes.

For the first week, it was just you and Luffy in the jungle. He told you that the first step to being human was to stop dressing like a bag of flour, telling you to discard your old attire and wear some old clothes he'd managed to snag. It was only a simple pair of boys shorts and a tank top, green and grey.

It was during a fishing trip (attempt) that Luffy showed you his devil fruit abilities, to which you nearly fainted. Devils fruits, Ds and pirates were the three main things all nobles were taught to fear. It didn't help that Luffy revealed he was, in fact, all three or was going to try to be at least for the last one. But his stories, personality and overall sunny nature reassured you. You began to learn not to judge a book by it's cover.

The second week, Sabo and Ace finally revealed themselves again and admitted to having watched you both from afar. The blonde admitted that he also hadn't trusted you with Luffy, and while he thought better now he would still not drop his guard. After learning so much in only seven days, you didn't blame him. Though they didn't like to interact with you, both boys started to tag along or stay close by.

By your third week, you received news about your absence in the form of a newspaper. "World noble child missing: reward being offered for return"

Ace was ready to jump and turn you in, but in a surprise twist Sabo had defended you. It might've helped that you two had a separate talk one night and he confessed to having been noble too, of course not one with your status but it was all the same. He listened to you tell him about your ignorance and Luffy's training, deciding he was alright with you hanging around as long as no one got hurt. You learned that sometimes you can relate to people in the strangest of ways.

After an entire month, Ace finally started to talk to you. Though it was mostly mockery at your poor, but quickly developing, hunting skills you still felt some friendly teasing in his voice. With the danger of being caught, you came up with a plan and finally sat the brothers down to decide what you wanted to do.

In the light of the bonfire your hair glowed like red embers, a serious expression on your face. "I'm going to stay".

Luffy cheered, Ace and Sabo looked unsure. "The longer you stay, the wider the search for you becomes. They'll find you eventually if this keeps up" Sabo warned. He liked your company, but he couldn't risk his brothers for a girl he'd known for a month.

"He's right, you'd need to die for them to stop searching" Ace added morbidly.

"Exactly. I've decided I'm going to die".

The gang let out a collective "huh?" All three looked at you as if you were mad.

You shook your head, pulling out your old clothes from behind you. There was dirt caked into it, a few drops of blood from the rocks and running but other than that it was intact. You needed to change that. "I'm going to set this out as bait, when they find it they'll stop the search".

Sabo looked a little confused. "Why would they stop if they found your clothes, surely they'd just look harder?"

From the corner of your vision you fiddled with a knife you'd been given. It was clear, safe if you cut right. Raising it before they couldn't react, you cut the palm of your hand and let the blood splatter across your old suit. Red soaked into it like a murder scene, hearing the boys let out small yelps.

Luffy ran to you, worried while Sabo screamed something about getting bandages. Ace tsk'ed at you, but he did look slightly shocked. "Smart move, but stupid too. You've gone and messed up your hand now!"

While the night closed you fell asleep watching the stars, those three boys surrounding you equally exhausted. A glint of white crossed the sky as you pet Luffy's hair, he was fast asleep as soon as he'd layed down.

In the morning, all three of you returned to the cliffs where you had come from and stared out into the blue ocean. Wrapped up, torn and stained garment in hand, you tossed it out to sea and watched it drift away into the distance. It was like you were saying goodbye to yourself, except now you weren't sure that was ever really you. You can't remember having as much fun or anger or sadness then, just nothing at all. Being human was being emotional too, and that's what you felt.

In the afternoon Ace cut your hair with a knife in front of a mirror and you stared at yourself. You. For once in your life you controlled how you looked, who you were with and the place you were in. That celestial girl was dead, and from her shining shell crawled out an entirely different person.

The same day you swore an oath to never go back, never be one of them and to join your newfound friends in their profession as pirates.

Everything you feared once was what you'd become, because you realised it was never your fear at all.

I'm sorry please forgive how rushed this was, I hardly had creativity writing it so it's very confusing but I hope you enjoy it.

#one piece #one piece headcanons #one piece x reader #monkey d. luffy #portgas d ace #sabo one piece #one piece & reader #platonic reader

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popatochisssp · 7 months

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OMG all the new boys are fascinating but ummm Swapfell Fruition especially?? Sounds so good?? I would love a full lore dump on this concept, I love the idea of Vi playing the long con to get rid of Gaster and it all sounds so good. Incidentally I need to read Dirty Laundry again lol, everything you make with regards to any version of Swapfell is just *chef's kiss*

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Swapfell Fruition

A young Sans’ attempt to kill his creator, the Royal Scientist is a failure.

Gaster survives the scuffle that would’ve toppled him off of the CORE’s scaffolding and gains the upper hand, subduing his traitorous creation and forcing him—and the younger one he’d been trying to escape with—back to his labs.

Sans was reckless, tipped his hand too soon and without the luck to have succeeded on the first attempt, Gaster learns that he is a sneaky little backstabber, capable of appearing obedient but hiding ruthless intentions.

He's almost proud… but of course he can't have that.

It becomes clear to the Royal Scientist that obviously, he needs his creations to have some kind of failsafe. The little one hasn't shown any signs of disobedience yet, but his primary caretaker is a crafty little snake, no telling what he could influence him to do, if given the time or the chance—so it’s back to the drawing board, to the operating table with them both.

Papyrus, at his age, doesn't really know what happens to him, only that whatever was done to him hurt, a lot. He wakes up after in the room he’d shared with his brother, scared and hurting and alone, and when Sans finally reappears, he goes to him for a hug.

Except…

Sans doesn’t hug him back.

He doesn’t hug back, and he doesn’t say anything, no matter how much Papyrus begs him to…

And the next time Gaster summons them to the lab, it’s Sans who picks him up and keeps him from squirming away, holding his arm out for Gaster’s needles.

Papyrus doesn’t understand the betrayal, at the time or in the years that follow.

His hurt turns to bitterness and resentment as his once gentle and protective big brother starts to actively help their creator change him, gradually shaping him into a stronger, more efficient killer.

But even with all the modification and training he’s subjected to, Papyrus isn’t quite the solider or war machine Gaster had planned he would be—he spooks when caught by surprise, he’s easily distracted by irrelevant things, his loyalties twist and sway far too easily for Gaster’s liking…

Well, the Royal Scientist is nothing if not resourceful, certainly able to work with…limited materials and still produce something of use.

With the right mental conditioning, and the right handler to make use of it, Papyrus will still be a valuable asset for the Empress.

After all, there’s always political enemies to the crown that her highness would surely prefer to have…removed, discreetly, and other such dirty work best done in the shadows.

Fast and stealthy, like an assassin, seems more suited to Papyrus’ abilities anyway.

And as for a handler, who better than Sans to fill the role?

Gaster’s prototype was largely a failure, but certainly intelligent and organized, presumably capable of researching and observing targets, briefing the asset on situations and targets and memorizing the trigger words and phrases necessary to keep him operating at peak efficiency.

Sans doesn’t protest.

He doesn’t protest much of anything anymore, not since…

………

Well, it’s not like he’s ever spoken about what happened when everything changed, not even to Papyrus, so when he goes along with this too, neither Gaster nor Papyrus expects otherwise.

So, that’s how it is.

Papyrus becomes the perfect assassin and Sans doles out his marching orders, occasionally following behind on missions to jerk his leash and keep him on track.

Between them, it’s…complicated.

Sans is still Papyrus’ brother, the closest thing to an ally that Papyrus has, both of them stuck in service to a power-hungry, unethical prick.

There are moments where they’re okay, times where a joke will slip out and one of them will laugh, injuries tended to, backs watched under fire, and dozens more little things that just wouldn’t happen if they were nothing to each other.

But the moments never last long.

Reality always comes back in sooner or later—usually in the form of Gaster, demanding an update or issuing new orders or calling them back from the field, to which Sans always, always complies.

Papyrus takes it as a reminder of where Sans’ real loyalties must lie.

He’s some kind of brother, not always awful, and maybe he does care about Papyrus, a little bit, but he answers to Gaster above anything or anyone else, apparently by choice.

He can’t be trusted, not really.

And Sans…

Sans stays quiet and does his job.

Quickly, efficiently, and to the letter—exemplary service, always.

Irreproachable.

He’s almost completely beneath suspicion by the time the last human falls into the Underground.

Gaster couldn’t be more thrilled.

This is a golden opportunity, the perfect chance to prove his worth to the Empress and earn clout and accolades innumerable—to be the one responsible for capturing the seventh soul and freeing all of monsterkind from their centuries of imprisonment and allowing the war against humanity to finally begin!

Well, technically, it would be his creations doing it, but it’s his name that history will remember, him who would rise into legend as the most brilliant and ruthless monster to ever live, the catalyst in humanity’s downfall.

He doesn’t waste so much as a minute before summoning Sans and ordering him to handle it, immediately.

Meet with the Empress, alert her that there’s a human loose in the Underground, and offer her the services of the asset in ending their free roam.

Sans agrees, as he always has, and goes to fetch his brother for the job.

Papyrus is admittedly a little blindsided when not two seconds out of the labs, Sans pulls him aside, out of range of known cameras and recording devices and hisses at him to listen.

He doesn’t know what to make of what Sans says after, either—that he hasn’t earned it and he knows that, but he needs Papyrus to trust him right now, because he is going to lie and everything depends on Papyrus going along with it.

In spite of their messy history and every uncharitable thing Papyrus has ever thought about Sans…right here and now, something in his gut tells him this is no trick.

He agrees to ‘go along with it’…whatever ‘it’ is.

Sans waits until a certain amount of time has elapsed, and then he makes a call to Gaster with Papyrus present to listen.

Gaster is informed that there’s a problem with the latest target. The asset’s programming isn’t taking and he’s refusing to track down the human.

This is, of course, news to Papyrus, who hasn’t been assigned his target yet.

But…Sans said ‘trust me’ and ‘play along,’ so that’s what he does, complaining that he doesn’t want to kill a child, just put him back in his cage and do your own dirty work, old man…

Helpfully—always helpful, always intelligent, always reliable—Sans postulates a conflict of orders might be causing the programming to bug like this. Gaster’s overarching orders are for the asset to kill targets assigned to him, but the Empress has unfortunately countermanded that the human must be brought to her alive.

And again, Papyrus knows differently because the Empress hasn’t given him any orders, they never made it to her for orders to be given and Toriel likely doesn’t even know yet that a human has fallen.

But he said he’d go along with the lie so he keeps his mouth shut, even as he hears Gaster curse on the other end of the line.

Gaster finds Sans’ assessment of the situation as reasonable as it is frustrating, but minds are complicated machines and often behave strangely when conflicts arise. Just look at the Empress, who knows that humans must be killed to free her people, but feels she must perform the act herself instead of the far more convenient option being presented to her!

The asset’s orders being in conflict is a far more annoying stopping block, though, yet another barrier in the way of all the glory that Gaster has so painstakingly earned.

Time is short, stakes are high, he refuses to recall his creation just to debug it and resolve the glitch, not now.

Instead he makes his fatal mistake.

He overrides the asset’s failsafes.

All of them.

Impatiently rattling off a code that nearly makes Papyrus stagger from a feeling like weight being lifted, Gaster disconnects the call with a sharp command to Sans to ‘handle it,’ now that there were no restrictions on his targets or what he could be ordered to do.

Sans is only quiet for a moment before handing a picture to Papyrus, locking him on and beginning the usual debrief.

Papyrus can’t fully grasp what he’s looking at, not at first.

“………confirm target?”

“WINDINGS GASTER, THE CURRENT ROYAL SCIENTIST TO THE CROWN.”

As with any briefing, Papyrus must be informed of his target’s connections, abilities and assets.

Gaster has strong ties with the crown, and between that and his own paranoia, security around him will be tight. He’s intelligent, strong, and merciless, and he won’t hesitate to make use of anything at his disposal in a life-or-death situation.

As an example, he had implanted a condition into his private assassin’s mental programming that would prevent him from acting against or outright attacking him—so it’s fortunate they’ve already cleared that concern.

Now, the top priorities are to ensure that Sans is physically far away from Gaster when the mission is executed, and that Papyrus is at no point seen by Gaster before he’s dead. The entire operation could be sunk if both of these conditions aren’t met.

“why?”

“THERE’S AN ADDITIONAL FAILSAFE, IMPLANTED IN YOUR SOUL. IF GASTER REALIZES YOU’VE BEEN TURNED ON HIM BEFORE YOU’VE SUCCEEDED, HE CAN INSTANTLY DROP YOUR HP TO 1.”

“………and why am i doing this without my handler?”

“BECAUSE I’M COMPROMISED TOO. IF HE SEES ME OUT OF PLACE OR SUSPECTS I’VE BETRAYED HIM AGAIN, HE’LL USE THE FAILSAFE IN MY SOUL TO REMOTELY CONTROL MY BODY AND MOBILIZE ME AGAINST YOU—AND OF COURSE, AT THAT POINT, HE WOULD KNOW THAT YOU’RE TARGETING HIM AS WELL AND BE PREPARED TO KILL YOU.”

And that…

Well.

That sure is a hell of a lot of new information that Papyrus will have to process later, when there’s not a strong compulsion in the back of his skull that there is someone he needs to kill.

He’s a professional, when he’s working.

He will focus on the mission.

To keep up appearances, Sans departs to find the fallen human and trail them on their journey through the Underground. He very much wants to ensure they reach the Empress safely, but there’s an added bonus of being exactly where he’s supposed to be and doing exactly what he’s supposed to do should Gaster check in on him—no need to arouse any suspicion, not before it’s far too late.

In the end, when Chara has befriended monsterkind against all odds, winning over the Empress herself and freeing them all to a life of peace with humankind on the surface, the death of the Royal Scientist is an incidental discovery.

Sans takes responsibility for it, pleading for the Empress’s mercy.

Gaster had wanted the human—kind young Chara, to whom Toriel has taken such a liking—killed immediately as soon as they emerged from the Ruins, and he hadn’t thought that the Empress would condone such an order in light of what she’s always held to regarding fallen humans.

Gaster had been adamant, though, and Sans… Well, he only wanted to serve the will of her highness and to do so, he turned the asset against their master. He hopes only for some leniency for what he’s done, Gaster may have been their father but—

Strangely enough, it seems Toriel had no idea that the asset and his handler were the Royal Scientist’s children. He’d always told her they were employees, volunteers for the things that were done to them and the missions they were told to undertake.

Learning that they had actually been created, intentionally molded and pressed into these roles without a choice in the matter…

Toriel, an Empress first but a mother a very close second, can certainly afford leniency.

The brothers are let loose in spite of their crime, with a bit of funding from the Empress to get on their feet after everything. The money is partially back-pay for their joint service as the crown’s black ops division (for which they were never actually compensated before), and partially amends for how long their…circumstance…went unnoticed.

Sans offers to split the money and part ways with Papyrus, if he’d prefer.

But Papyrus has learned a lot in the past few days to…completely and utterly recontextualize everything he ever thought was true about his handl—…his brother, and…maybe he should stick around a bit. See what’s what.

Vi (Swapfell Fruition Sans)

Extremely restrained and closed off from so many years of being unable to talk to or trust anyone, not even his brother. An accomplished liar but socially unpracticed, tending to read as cold and unfriendly to those who approach him. He’s more awkward than genuinely hostile, though

Issues with being watched, spent most of his life simultaneously going unnoticed and being intensely over-monitored so his feelings about being observed—regardless of context—are complicated, runs hot and cold on it

Complicated feelings for his brother, too: he loves him, of course, and he failed him in many ways, but he was also stuck between him and Gaster for a long time and caught his fair share of hell from both sides and there’s some resentment there for that. He wants to fix things, but he’s not really sure how and just…awkwardly trying his best

Well-organized and skilled at research and thinking analytically, tends to approach most things with a problem-solving attitude and an eye-socket for detail. Extremely talented at finding loopholes and ways around or through the rules—though his respect for said rules is very low to begin with

Likes high and secluded places, mostly rooftops but anywhere it could be difficult for other people to get to. Whether or not those places are restricted by fencing or padlocks or lack of ladders is immaterial, if he finds a high spot he would like to be, he will get to it one way or another and perch as long as he pleases

Hunter (Swapfell Fruition Papyrus)

Impulsive and driven by self-interest, the years of mental conditioning have broken down his fears and inhibitions to nearly nothing. He does what he wants, when he wants, with little concern for anything else—a dog off its leash who’ll only heel when it’s good and ready to. Unfortunately charming enough to mostly get away with it

Problems with authority, for obvious reasons. Likely to try to bend or break any rule presented to him, just to see if he can, and a severe lack of respect for anyone trying to enforce those rules upon him (especially the arbitrary ones)

Conflicting and highly jumbled feelings for his brother, making them a matched set: he disliked him, maybe even hated him a little for a long time, for helping Gaster turn him into what he is and for being the one to yank his leash and pull his strings…but that was before he knew that he had a kill-switch in his soul and that his brother was up on strings on his own, being pulled by the jackass they both apparently hated… It doesn’t erase everything that happened, knowing that, but it does…change things. (He wants to fix things too, but he’s not sure how either, so they’re both just awkwardly trying)

Needs ‘tune-ups’ every so often to reinforce his mental conditioning and make sure all his programming is intact, even now that Gaster’s gone and he’s retired as an assassin. Going too long without re-upping it causes deterioration, compulsions ‘leaking’ without being triggered and causing headaches and erratic, sometimes violent behavior so…best for everyone to keep his head maintained regularly

Absolutely loves nature and wilderness, hiking, camping, and climbing trees is his idea of an excellent time. Could absolutely go off on a run and disappear into the trees and not be seen or heard from for a week, likely to get some forest-cryptid lore started about him—possibly on purpose

#anonymous #headcanons #undertale #swapfell fruition #sff!sans #sff!papyrus

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thevoidscreams · 10 months

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hi hii what do you think of a baseline human being perturabo's emotional support teddybear? just lets him have the bliss of just being a really good architect and just having a friend who actually agrees that hey! maybe being born just to be a tool for destruction and power isnt that great (but that sentiment could apply for all of the primarchs tbh)

you don't have to write anything i you dont wanne, just wanted to share something abt the primarchs just.. allowed to be human for once

(Perturabo needs and deserves a hug.

He should have been allowed to be more than he was and a solid human connection really could have helped with that.

I think a lot of the primarchs suffered from social isolation due to the very nature of their being, and had that not been the case, they would have been a lot happier and mentally healthy.

That being said, I love the idea of being his teddybear. So here you go. )

(Feel free to hit me up if this isn't exactly what you wanted, I'll write more)

His hands worked so delicately. It was hard to believe that a man so big could manipulate tools so tiny. But his functional models needed some fine tuning, and Perturabo was not one to let his possessions fall into disrepair.

"Will it he done soon?" You asked in a quiet voice, careful not to disturb his focus too much.

"Soon." He rumbled back, moving his shoulder so you could get a better look at his work.

"Can I see it?"

Perturabo looked away from his work for the first time in hours to look down at you. Even sitting, he was several heads taller. He sat back and patted his lap, a silent invitation for you to climb up.

It was not an invitation you took lightly but Perty was your friend and you loved being near to him.

"You'll have the best view from here," he said, setting his tiny screw driver down to pick up a pair of tiny tweezers. You could feel his voice in his chest, and you rested against him carefully.

The arm not currently working came up to hold you close to him. It wasn't long after you'd befriended the giant man that you learned just how starved for positive contact he really was. So sitting in his lap during his downtime became routine, it became comfortable, and you became his human connection. The thing reminding him that he, no matter his station or power, was human too. And he handled you with the same delicate grace that he handled his models. People began to associate you with him and began to give you soft nicknames like, 'Perturabo's Teddy or the Teddy Bear.'

"Hand me the flathead?" He asked, and you plucked it up, handing him the tool. "Thank you."

"Of course, anything for you, my friend." His arm tightened briefly around you waist. Another small gesture the two of you developed, it meant he was pleased. But by your words or actions, you were sure. Maybe both?

The evening grew later as you spent it bringing the other comfort in quiet ways. "I think it's looking good. It'll definitely be up and running soon." Your face held a proud smile, and your arms snaked around his waist to hug him properly. A gesture you knew he'd allow from you and very few others.

"I think so, too." He agreed, setting his tool down and standing with you in his arms.

"Would it be alright if I spent the night with you?" You asked, not ready to leave your friend.

You felt his soft chuckle as much as you heard it, and the lord of iron nodded. "Of course," he shared a rare smile with you as he looked down at you. "After all, how would I sleep without my teddy bear?"

#warhammer 30k #warhammer 40k #warhammer x reader #primarch x reader #perturabo #warhammer #fanfiction #primarchs #primarch #perturabo x reader #friendship #could be more if you squint

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didyoutrydynamite · 14 days

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Fucking brutal move on May's part taking out that guy like that. Solid Snake would be proud.

No witnesses.

#may zedong #redeemers

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noodyl-blasstal · 6 months

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Hide and go Splat

It's @taznovembercelebration day 10 and the card I drew was "hide". Welcome to the world of hide and seek paintball!

Read below or on Ao3, you can find yesterday's prompt here.

"One, two, three, four..."

Taako runs, sprints even, hurdles some of the bales of hay and swings himself up into the tree he scoped out on the way here. Flip wizard! Unstoppable! Apart from...

"Ow!" Someone very solid and very in Taako's tree says as he slams into them.

An arm reaches out and snakes round his waist, pulling them tight together at the hip.

"You're in Taako's tree!" Taako says, not making any effort at all to move - he's absolutely not planning to get any paint on him today and the branch is big, but not large enough for them to leave any space between them. Also Taako can't lie, the sensation of a strong arm wrapped around his waist, a yielding hip pressed to his, not bad. Definitely not bad. If this guy would just take off his visor Taako could assess whether this was a first date or not. Chances look good based on the bottom of his face. Lup did say Taako should try being more creative about how he met guys, she’ll be so pleased.

"I'd say, arguably, you're in my tree, considering I was here first." Interesting, the tree thief has an accent.

It doesn't necessarily sound like an on purpose accent, Taako's fairly sure that it's a bad impression of Cockney, but it's interesting nonetheless. He's from the green team, although all his gear is definitely the darkest shade he could find. A few brighter stripes on his forearms and the green t-shirt are the only indicators that he's not just some tree stealing renegade and is actually meant to be here. Taako searches the memory banks, honestly, he was paying more attention to finding the best hiding spot than who else was playing, but he definitely remembered giving one member of the green team a lingering once over instead of paying complete attention to the safety talk. This seemed like the same dude.

"So, what's a guy like you doing in a nice place like this?"

The man snorts. "I thought that was supposed to be a complimentary line?"

"You laughed, didn't you?"

"I thought maybe you were trying to charm me into letting my guard down so you could get me?"

"The only thing Taako wants to hit is the target. Then he can go home and get comfy."

The man inclines his head like he's thinking about the prospect of getting comfy, hopefully with Taako. Lup's gonna be so proud if he manages to pick up a guy in a tree.

"I'm afraid I can't let you do that." He does sound regretful.

"Why not?" Taako's happy to chat, honestly, if he keeps a member of another team distracted it's still playing the game.

"The rules, Taako? The point of us being here today?"

Oh, he was a rules guy. Bad, terrible actually. Taako couldn't date a rules guy.

Taako sighs, loud and obnoxious (no one's nearby, he checked first). "What if you just didn't stop me though?"

"Why?"

"Cha'boy would really like to hit the target. Think of how nice the cheers would be. Ta-ko! Ta-ko! Ta-ko!" He chant whispers, throwing his arms up in imaginary triumph.

"And why would I want them chanting your name instead of mine?" Taako can't see the top of his face through his visor, but he can feel the questioning eyebrow that's definitely raised.

"You'd have to tell me what it is so I know how it'd sound chanted. Ta-ko is hard to beat."

"It's Kravitz."

"Kra-vitz! Kra-vitz! Kra-vitz!" Taako does a test whisper cheer. "Fine, yours is pretty good too."

"Thank you!" Kravitz sounds pleased that Taako's acknowledged the chant-ability of his name. "So you can see why I can't let you do it?" Kravitz asks. He even sounds a little sorry.

"Counterpoint..." Taako is nothing if not great at making airtight, logically sound arguments. "... Blue team sucks."

Taako's got him here, he can tell.

"Mmhm." Kravitz says, keeping his cards close to his chest.

"Greens can't beat blues, but the mighty reds can." He's never above using people's hatred of the blues for his own personal gain.

"You can?" There's the hopeful note. Taako wills Kravitz to let the hatred flow through him.

"Uh huh. If you let cha'boy tag the target we're sitting pretty. I can guarantee my teammates are out there taking people down as we speak and they always go blue first." He wasn’t lying, Lup and Barry worked together and rarely missed; Magnus was terrifyingly quiet for someone of his stature; and Davenport was a master of drawing enemy fire to the space they could have sworn he'd been a few seconds before - he’d find their position based on the trajectory of their shots. Edward and Lydia and whatever 'friends' they'd hired that week could only get so far with their money. Well... there was all the umpires they'd bribed, but Taako could barely think about that without acidy injustice rage boiling in his stomach and he was all out of Tums.

"I should just hit you." Kravitz sounds like he's trying to convince himself.

"Mutually assured destruction, handsome, Taako's dexterous, cha’boy is speedy." Taako's pretty sure Kravitz was the one whose ass he was more concerned with than safety earlier, It seems prudent to alert him to Taako's relevant skillset.

"Oh does he now?" There's a playful challenge in Kravitz's tone, Taako can work with this.

"You can find out exactly how flexible Taako is if you want."

Judging by the way Kravitz's hand tightens on Taako's waist, he might just want.

“What if we both hit the target?”

“If you think you’ve got the skills to get it from here, stud.” Taako winks, even though Kravitz probably can’t see it through his visor.

“From here? You can’t.”

“Watch me.” Taako grabs his slingshot and a paintball in a smooth motion.

“You weren’t lying about being quick.”

“I’d take my time with you.”

“What?” Kravitz sounds like he’s worried he misunderstood, but his arm hasn’t moved, so Taako assumes it’s not revulsion.

“Nothing!” Maybe that was too much, he needs to reign it back in, Kravitz might not realise this definitely is a date yet. “So, about my superb target powers?”

“How about we make a deal?” Kravitz seems to be wiggling slightly, like when Taako gets to talk about why all caramel is salted. Taako doesn’t know if he’s supposed to be able to tell or not, but the excitement is infectious.

“Tell me more, tell me more.”

“If you hit the target from here, I won’t tag you.”

“If I don’t?”

“I’ll tag you… and get your number?”

“You can have that either way, handsome.” Taako says,hopes it’s smooth enough to counteract the way he lurches across Kravitz, winds up, and sends the paintball spinning. He’s out of Kravitz’s lap by the time the cheer goes up a few moments later.

“Green takes the target!” The announcer’s voice is projected across the pitch. “The blue spotter is searching, but to no avail. He has 5 seconds of danger time left, 4, 3, 2, 1. The green player is clear!”

“Fuck.” Mutters Kravitz.

“Have you got a pen?”

“What?”

“I thought you wanted Taako’s digits?” Maybe Taako misunderstood. It wouldn’t be the first time.

“Can’t you just put it in my phone?” Kravitz wiggles for a second and grabs his phone from his pocket.

“Krav! What if someone’s tracking you?” Taako’s aghast.

“What if I see some cool birds I need to take a photo of? Or want to get a video of Lydia and Edward yelling at each other when they both get hit?”

“All good points.” Taako taps dutifully, grabs a terrifying mask-heavy selfie, and saves his contact to Kravitz’s phone before handing it back and grabbing his own phone.

“Hey! What if someone’s tracking you? You’ve got yours as well!”

“What if there’s a handsome guy whose number I need to get?”

Kravitz makes a pleased sound. “You make a great point, here.” Kravitz taps in his details then hands the phone back.

“So we’ve got at least another 10 minutes before the run back starts.”

“Seems prudent to stay here, wouldn’t you say?” Kravitz keeps his voice light, casual.

“However shall we pass the time?” Taako places his hand lightly on Kravitz’s thigh.

“I’m sure you have some wonderful ideas.” Kravitz’s voice is warm and rumbly and…

“You forgot your accent.”

“What?”

“You were Cockney like 10 minutes ago.”

“I’m not sure I know what you mean.” Oooh he’s fun to tease.

Taako takes his hand back. “Okay, well then, I guess…”

“That’s my hide and seek paintball accent.” Interrupts him.

“Run that by me one more time?” Taako’s going to marry this idiot. Right here in this tree.

“You know. An accent, a persona, to help with the…” Kravitz waves his hand in the general direction of the field and the occasional screams reaching them.

“Nope, cha’boy hasn’t got a clue what you’re on about. You’re perfect.”

“Fuck.” Kravitz hisses.

Taako’s about to ask what’s going on, but before he can he’s in Kravitz’s lap. This was moving slightly faster than the trajectory he’d assumed for them because of the tree and the need to hide and the witnesses and all, but he was absolutely on board with it. Toot toot, Taako and Kravitz are pulling out of the station. He places his arms round Kravitz’s neck. “Hey.”

Kravitz presses a finger to Taako’s lips. “Sssh.”

Less talking, more action, Taako can get behind that.

But now Kravitz is pointing, and, yes, there’s Lydia prowling around below them. Fucking Lydia. Of course she ruins this for him. A shot will give away their position, but if they’re careful… They exchange a look, Kravitz clearly doing the same maths in his head. Where Lydia is Edward isn’t usually far behind and that means two targets to take down. Good job there’s two of them.

“Oh Taako darling.” Lydia coos below them, focusing mistakenly on the pile of hay bales to their right. “I know it has to be you that tagged the target. Come out, come out wherever you are!”

Kravitz grimaces, matching Taako’s own. She inspires it in people. Taako wants to get her. Badly. But they have to get eyes on Edward first.

Taako shifts onto his feet and stands as quietly as possible. Kravitz looks up at him, clearly alarmed, and offers a hand for balance. It isn’t necessary really, Taako can do a tightrope blindfolded, a slack line backwards in the dark, run up a tree branch any day any time, but it’s nice. There’s a strong, welcoming hand, someone watching out for him, a handsome face looking up at him, someone that wants to help him do a paintball murder. That’s romance probably.

It takes them what feels like an age to get sights on Edward. It’s probably more like seconds of frantic scanning. He’s slotted between some hay bales further back than Taako would have expected, Lydia must be bait. Edward’s staring intently, poised and ready to fire. What he’s not ready for, is Taako giving Kravitz a nod, a mime, and them both dropping into place. Kravitz is fast loading, not as fast as Taako, natch, but he can appreciate talent.

Taako does the count down silently, uses his fingers to mark time.

Lydia screams when the paintball smashes across her chest plate, smearing her face too. Kravitz must have put spin on it somehow, beautiful clever man. Edward just looks disappointed when the red paint blooms across his front.

“Now that that’s taken care of?” Taako shifts back to the broadest section of the bough. “We should probably get back to, the, you know... ” He indicates the spot they’d settled in earlier.

Kravitz sits back down. “It’s important no one sees us.” Kravitz pulls Taako closer until he’s straddling his legs. “Better go back to the most streamlined position. We wouldn’t want to get spotted.”

Taako eases himself into Kravitz’s lap. “Safety first.”

Kravitz smiles, truly smiles, wide and goofy and toothy.

“I believe you were holding on, you know, to be extra safe.” Kravitz guides Taako’s arms back round his neck, drawing Taako in closer. “I’d better hold on too.” Kravitz grabs Taako’s thighs, pulls him forward firmly. He could get used to this, the man handling. Kravitz is strong, sure, but soft in the best places too, Taako can’t wait to explore every inch of him.

Taako leans in slowly, giving Kravitz time to move away if he’s misread the situation. Kravitz moves forward instead, eager and handsome and…

"MAGNUS!" Screams Magnus, as he drops down from a higher branch, hanging by his knees.

"No! Wait!" Taako puts his hand out too late. Magnus has already loosed his paintball, it flies straight for Kravitz's head.

"Fuck." Says Kravitz as it thwacks him square on the helmet. "Great shot." There’s a moment’s pause then he eyes Taako. "Now... Where were we?"

"Absolutely not, no, you're on your way to a date with a shower. You can meet Taako in the winner’s circle after."

Kravitz pouts. “But I'll miss you.”

"Well maybe you should have thought of that before you got paint all over you."

"I was a little distracted, if you remember." Kravitz has an edge in his voice, a hint of petulance, ooooh he cannot fail at anything.

"Not really, you'll have to remind me."

"Well I was somewhere around here." Kravitz catches on quickly, lifts a hand to cup Taako's face, stroke a thumb across his cheek bone. It's disgustingly tender. He hates how much he loves it.

Magnus rocks gently in the breeze. "Er, Taako? Sorry to interrupt, but I think I'm stuck."

#MAGNUS!#Taz November Celebration #TAZNC #Taakitz #TAZ Balance #Taako #Kravitz #TAZ fic #Noodyl Writes #(Yes I did think of a rules sytem for hide and seek paintball - no it didn't end up being necessary at all)

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howlingday · 3 months

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So I will comment in this ask the basic rules for this new au idea I had talking with you. So I'm call this the Dusknoir Au(or Last message which one sounds better?):

Excuse me would you be Weiss Schnee? I'm a translator for my friend and partner Dusknoir here. If you choose to believe me or not is your choice. A spirit by the name of Nicholas Schnee wanted to say " I'm proud of how much you grow and how much you will be able to do. I will admit I failed to see the snake Jacques was but I'm glad you four were able to come out from under his thumb eventually. This is corny but the real treasure was always Willow,you, and your siblings. I could not care less if the SDC burned to ground now. Always remember no matter what you will be granddaughter and you never have to prove your worth to the Schnee name. Take care of your family both birth and your team, Rwby was it?" And with that I hope you hear what you needed and you get what closure you needed.

Ruby/Jaune Dusknoir AU works fine for me.

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Weiss blinked once. Then twice. Thrice. Then took a deep breath, and gave her reply.

"Yes, well, while I'm sure there are those who would be more than willing to believe such outlandish claims, I am not so easily fooled." She turned away. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have much more important duties to perform than listen to a charlatan telling something I could have figured out myself."

With that, she huffed and walked away from the strange, strange person and their even stranger companion. As she turned the corner, her eye spared them a glance before the wall obscured both of their visions. She then rushed into the nearest restroom, found an empty stall, and hurriedly locked it.

Finally isolated from the public eyes, she let her true emotions flow free. Safe within the solid confines of the opaque toilet stalls, she sobbed the second hardest she'd ever had, second only to when her grandfather had passed.

#rwby #weiss schnee #rwby au #pokémon #dusknoir #dusknoir au

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witchofthesouls · 1 year

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More on Cyber June and kids being war trophies / fae captives by Smokey and "Orion" ? 🙏

(So much misunderstandings, culture clashes, and weirdness from Other!heritage.)

It’s found out that June and none of the children have T-cogs after a medic at the trading outpost examined them, which explains why June wasn’t able to transform into a default alt-mode, couldn’t scan for a mode, and the lack of vehicular traits and kibble on her new frame.

She can’t hide the sudden panic when the medic simply opens up her abdominal cavity and just sticks her hands inside. The only reason why she hasn’t bolted away is the fact that the med-berth immediately connects into a mecha’s systems and keeps them still.

Of course, the kids feel it and immediately start panicking as well.

This is the start of the pretend relationship between Optimus and June since he’s trying to wrangle three terrified sparklings, be a translator between June and the medic, and attempt to add more context for June on actions that should be innate to a Cybertronian while playing as the supportive Conjunx on his spouse’s check-up because only family is allowed in private spaces.

Some of the local sparklings get very interested in the newest additions to the community really fast. They had never seen someone like June’s armor: robe-like and how it moves like cloth rather than solid armature. Plus, they’re quite enamored by how predatory species seem fond of Jack, Miko’s agility in the ponds and rivers, and Raf’s rock-eating habits. As well as Smokescreen’s shadow puppets.

The phrases: Got’chu! and Can we keep this? fills the adults with apprehension (Optimus), excitement (Smokescreen), and fondness (June).

Optimus is wary of the wildlife as warned by their host. Plus, he has very vague impressions of danger that not even the Matrix could suppress from Orion Pax's sparkling days.

Smokescreen thinks it's an absolute hoot that Responsible Jack is the one to venture away and drag back his loot, especially things he hadn't seen or even heard of. He thinks Jack looks like a proud photovoltaikitten or a fledgling cyberowl showing off to his carrier his hunting efforts.

This doesn’t even phase June. This was Jack’s early childhood, chasing after critters and hauling back wild animals to her lap: owls, crows, lizards, cats, dogs, snakes, and tarantulas to name a few…

Of course, Jack and Miko tried to hide a wild Timbre wolf puppy in the barn.

It’s fascinating to see a toddler gnaw and chomp on materials that either need specific equipment to harvest or would make a medical visit necessary. Not with Raf, though. It’s a dietary supplement.

So many mecha are side-eyeing the rag-tag group. It seems completely far-fetched that the two mechs kitted to Pits and back are willing to leave the third adult in such a… vulnerable state, especially with three little ones running around them. Crosscut, the pathfinder that brought them to such a distant planet, was nipping the more unsavory rumors in the bud.

“Orion” had built them a cover based on certain truths. Yes, Earth is a planet that’s very far away and has societal structures and cultural practices that are very strange. Hence, why June's weapon systems are inactive/dormant, and why she has no combat training. It’s very unfortunate they had separated from their cohort. A traveling malfunction. Oh, they met by random chance, a hostage situation from terrorists that the 'bots stepped in.

And straight-up lies. Yes, there was a spark at first sight and it grew from there. They're pledged, but not full Conjunx out of pragmatism. The sparklings are very young, in case something happens...

While there are skeptics, most vaguely believe that they’re together since June’s frame accents match the same blue on Optimus’ armor.

There are bets on whether or not the mechs sired those bitties. Mainly Orion with Jack for their similar features and facial expressions. There's some debate if Smokescreen is Miko's parent or her sibling. Seekerkin tend to stick close to one another. Everyone is stumped over Raf…

It still doesn’t stop people from questioning things since June’s armor has connotations, while the overlapping platelets are extremely durable and very flexible, it still gives off a really vulnerable appearance. Something out of a high-class bordello with its cut and style...

Cue Smokescreen balking and Optimus trying to block anyone’s view whenever June takes off the armor of her hands and forearms to feel something properly.

“You’re able to manipulate the connection-link between your protoform and armor, it connects nervecircuits, pressure sites, and sensory-relays as close as possible to actual physical touch.” “I can what now!?”

There's something going on with the newest additions. Some things aren't adding up...

June and the sparklings drop into deep recharge in consistent intervals. It's as if they're operating on a different rhythm compared to everyone else.

It's odd that June is familiar with or has a frame of reference when it comes to cooking, mechanicrops, and domestic mechanimals, while the mechs are either stumped or confused by it.

June struggles with containing her EM field. It's heavy and dense and wants to sprawl everywhere, particularly around the children. She doesn't realize that it can overpower others very easily, especially when very few can match its density. In public, Optimus is the one that has to guide and contain it.

While there are many warnings about venturing into the forests and stepping away from the marked roads and well-treaded pathways, June has little issue with navigating through the tricky and treacherous terrain and seems to always find her way back, no matter the confusion.

Jack has a habit of leaving trinkets at the strangest of places and saying cryptid and/or off-putting things. "The birds told me..."

Miko, tiny she may be as a sparkling, is very much War-Forged and a daughter of the sea: she has a sixth sense for danger and predatory intentions.

There was an incident where the local medic had to administer emergency services for the poison some of the sparklings had eaten. One of them had mistaken the deadly and dark chromium cap for its edible, paler counterpart and mixed it into the group's snacking bag. While Jack received treatment and was watched like a hawk by the adults, he never suffered any negative side effects. Unlike the others, who were vomiting, sweating, and had abdominal pain, Jack was his usual self and he ate the majority of the dark, dusty cap; he misses the rich flavor and hopes he can find more in the forest where Mistrunner got it.

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crazykuroneko · 8 months

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The Newsreader S2 Ep 2 (Spoiler)

Finally, after an underwhelming first episode (it's not bad, but I feel like it's there to set the scene), The Newsreader is back to being insane. I have to say this episode is on par with IWTV Ep 5; the writing is tight and insane af, all of the characters are going for each other's throat, the score the cinematography are top notch muah. Love LOVE a good television.

So, some thoughts under the cut.

Rob/Noelene: it's so interesting to have them as some kind of foil to Helen/Dale. So soft to each other. Noelene's concern on their relationship affects their career because she's an Asian woman and how a relationship becomes a whole family thing is so relatable. Dennis caring for her because the Asian solidarity is cute as well. And Rob is such a softie 🫂

Helen/Dale: I feel for them both. They're the reason why my office doesn't allow their workers to marry each other lol. It's complicated. You kinda see yourself as a team, but your boss don't. And both of them got a point imo. Dale is right with the footage, Helen is right with the gun law. I think if they prepared a good script for her to corner that gun nut, it could have gone awesomely, but alas. That whole newsroom is filled with alphas (except Dale, he's pretending he has an inch of alpha in him). Dale only listens to words about his own career when Gerry speaks is so funny though (I'm so sorry Gerry, but there are only two things inside his head: career and Helen). And how the moment he's assured that he has a good audience instinct he uses it immediately to recover Helen's image? That's cute. That's love. I'm so sorry to doubt you 🥺

Now, these snakes: Geoff, Evelyn, and Charlie. Geoff isn't that snakey without his wife. He is so unprofessional with his program though. Like, he literally uses it to preach? Doesn't he have a boss or something? I know it's an exclusive program, but still. And GOD Evelyn is out there gaslighting Cheryl in real time. I wrote on my note "Hannibal would be so proud of her". She is my Big Bad Guy from S1, actually. And Charlie, he is interesting. He pokes and prods until he finds the real fault on his cup (News at Six). I think he's underestimating Helen at first, and now he's "interested" in her because she doesn't follow his words yet somehow presents a better solution. (Good for Helen for standing her ground!) But he doesn't realize yet Helen/Dale move as one unit though. He's also so controlling. It will be interesting to see if he'll just fire Lindsey in the next episode or take advantage of the dislike the crews have for each other longer.

Anyway, a solid episode throughout. 10/10. I think I need to rewatch it tomorrow.

#the newsreader #the newsreader spoilers #dale jennings #helen norville #moi.txt #non spoilish review on serializd

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bellhopping · 4 months

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merry christmas fellas, here's my little summary of art

Generally I'd say I've improved a lot throughout this year. Got a proper drawing tablet, switched drawing programs, finally begun working on using more then one type of brush... it's certainly been journey! A journey with many ups and downs, but one I am glad I went on anyhow.

Under the cut is individual uploads of every piece of art in this image, alongside a writeups about their creation. Cheers!

[1/25/23, Medibang Paint]

Starting off with a pretty alright one, drew this to commerate the release of a game I'd been interested in for the past 4 or 5 years. I think it could use some tweaks, but for something drawn in mobile medibang I'm still pretty proud of it.

[N/A, N/A]

This is where my february drawing would go... IF I HAD ONE !!!

I did not draw much digitally in February, on account of my tablet randomly breaking right at the start of the month. I did draw some stuff traditionally, but I don't feel like fishing it out at this moment lol

[3/31/23, Krita]

One of my first proper drawings in krita, and of a character I should really draw more of. This was made for trans day of visibility & comes with a trans pride palette to boot, though I ended up choosing the normal palette since the other one kind of sucks. Also could've done better on the posing, but I was still getting used to the ins & outs of drawing tablet usage so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[4/22/23]

Drawing I made for earth day, honestly a solid contender for best thing I've drawn all year. I did pretty good on the pose, still dig the background a fair bit, & overall think the piece came out damn cool!

[5/12/23, Krita]

An expirement with line thickness, featuring one of my favorite ocs. Despite it's roughness you can tell I had gotten a hang of Krita's core functions by now.

[6/17/23, Krita]

Cover art for the prolouge of CAT-Astrophe Comic, the webcomic my brother & I have been working on. Overall been really happy with my work on the comic so far, I've slowly but surely been getting better at each part of the process and am still making good progress on pages n such ^^

[7/9/23, Krita]

Fanart of a character from a game, drawn for my pal Rinbin after they bought me Rain World. This single handedly inspired me to draw more robots, definitely one thing I 100% intend to follow up on next year.

[8/1/23, MS Paint]

Drawn based off of someone elses post, I don't remember what it was really. Honestly still really damn proud of everything in this!!!

[9/7/23, Krita]

Drew some snakes/snake adjacent pokemon for snektember. I'd say this is around the point where I "mastered" krita, by this point I actively knew how to use a majority of featues & had even begun downloading outside brushes.

[10/20/23, Krita]

Overhaul of a character I made & barely used in 2022, her name is now Olive. I based the whole squidog thing off of something in a dream.

[11/26/23, MS Paint]

Fanart of a webcomic I really fucking like !!!!! Not much more to say I just really dig this one, fucking love drawing in MS Paint.

[12/20/23, Krita]

And, as if to repeat last year, I end this one with a DreamSide main cast image!

Really proud of how much all of my designs have improved throughout the year, from the small tweaks to gigantic overhauls! I finally feel ready to take the next step forward, so to speak.

And that's everything! Thank you all for your time, and accompanying me on this journey. It was certainly a rough one in many aspects, but every year is rough for me so I've gotten used to it. See you all later :>

#bellspeaks #my art #long post

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neverchecking · 10 months

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four the father of a baby girl with four color hair

Fierce father of triplets

Momma reader have their daughter wrap up safety and savoring this moment but a himox thought that seeing the two as easy pray try to kill them but the triplets fierce kiddos appear and murderous rip and tear the himox apart since it try to hurt their momma amd baby sister.

The chain star in bewildered and Fierce being a prideful deity seen his kiddos first kill and if blood does land on their momma or baby the triplets would came over and use a rag to gently wipe the blood off them and then return to what there doing.

If reader after recover from the birth and the baby girl can eat solid food I'll believe wild, sage and twilight would be the next fathers to reader since their more sneaky. If reader does get pregnant again it'll be triplets so wild,sage and twilight have each a baby to raise but they'll have a hard time sleeping since the Fierce kiddos are watch them while sharing their weapons.

Fierce kiddos: hear you three got close to our momma without our consent.

Wild,sage and twilight have a rough few weeks of last of sleep. And they'll wake up in rivers,upside down in trees but the worse is having snakes on them but twilight he have wolf pelts that's freshly skin with the snakes.

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👤anon!

Oh this idea is so good-

I imagine the chain is off setting camp so their goddess doesn't have to, hence why she's watching the kids. The boys aren't far, not at all, but have their attention preoccupied. Afterall, it seemed like safe area?

Like, imagine Reader, cooing at her baby with the F.D. triplets (I'm gonna go with them all being boys. idk just feels right) right there, making faces to make their new sister laugh. Maybe Fierce calls for his sons' help for something or another, so two go and one stay (Which they obviously fight over-- they are their daddy's sons afterall) When the Hinox first stomps up, Reader ain't even worried. The chain is right there anyway. She calmly standing, holding baby girl close with her free hand on F.D.T #1's shoulder, gently pulling him back. He steps back, but keeps his guard up. When the hinox crosses whatever boundary he laid, he's letting out a battle cry and just going man. The other two probably react just as fast, running off before any of the chain can so much as blink.

Fierce naturally is the first to react, but by the time he approaches the scene, the reader is cooing over their boys with a hinox laying in shreds behind them. I know you said the kids wipe Reader's cheeks, but imagine Reader wiping the boys' cheeks with gentle scoldings. Fierce is so freaking proud. Instead of the normal, stoic expression he wears, he's grinning like a maniac and throwing his kids in the air, singing their praises. The chain are caught between congratulating the kids and also just going >:(

Look, I know I sound like a broken record who favors like three seconds on a track, but Sage is getting his fucking baby. So no matter what happens, the next kid is his.

And even if the F.D.T- Wait omgf I'm dumb, They are now dubbed the Fierce kiddos- aren't happy about it. They view Four being their sister's dad as an accident. It doesn't make them love their little sister any less, but they still side eye him pretty heavily.

nfofhf Fierce Kiddos versus Sage-- batshit crazy vs batshit crazy Jr.

#cinder rambles #👤anon #baby chain

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Dumb Krum! … I love you too

Viktor Krum x Malfoy!Fem!reader, Fred Weasley x Malfoy!Fem!Reader

Part 3/??

SERIES MASTERLIST

TW: English is not my native language

Malfoy reader, not accurate to the books or movie The Goblet of fire, no voldy au

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The 3 days on the sea was brutal to say at least. Karakoff made you practice the entrance over and over again. The boat rocked and you kept falling. The headmaster was not pleased to see that. Most of the way he scolded you for your mistakes and made you practice most of the time. In the night of the first week of early September you reached Hogwarts. Your boat made it to shore of the black lake and finally you made it to solid ground. “At this point I only travel with floo powder” you muttered. When the Hogwarts students gathered in the great hall you have heard the headmaster Dumbledore begin his speech. His voice was much more polite. “I would like to make an announcement.” Filtch was seen to go straight to the headmaster and said something to him. Dumbledore just nodded and continued his speech. “This castle will not only be your home for this year, but home to some very special guests as well. You see Hogwarts has been chosen to host the legendary Triwizard tournament. Now for those of you who do not know: the Triwizard tournament brings together three schools for the series of magical concerts. For each school a two students will be selected to compete. Let me be clear, if chosen you stand alone with your partner. And trust me when I say these contents are not for the faint hearted.” His voice was getting meeker by the end. Then on the happier note Dumbledore said “But more of that later!” He made a smile and said in happy voice”For now please join me in welcoming the lovely students of the Beauxbatons academy of magic and their headmistress Madame Maxine!” In that instance the Beauxbatons students made an entrance. They were light on their feet and with such grace they floated into the great hall. With coordinated movements they made a beautiful dance. So elegant and so peaceful. Their uniforms making their appearance more enchanting. Butterflies flew through the great hall and made a faint shimmer. Hogwarts students stared in awe. You patiently waited with your schoolmates. Karakoff muttered something under his breath and when Dumbledore ended greeting with Madame Maxine he continued this speech. “And now our friends from the north. Please greet the proud students of Durmstrang and their headmaster Igor Karakoff.” You remembered the lessons of how to present your school which your headmaster made you repeat all the way here. The boys marched right through. Confidence, fierce, dominance. Their staff rhythmically banging in the stone ground. Sparks flew from the staffs and the boys made their part of the choreography. You waited with the head master and waited for your que. He send you one last look as if saying “don’t disappoint me” and when the guys suddenly dropped on the floor making sort of stair formation you ran up. When you swiftly got on Viktors shoulders he jumper with you. Making sort of trampoline for you so you could easily make a double flip and land perfectly in front of the headmaster of Hogwarts. Your hair in a perfect sleek ponytail swayed behind you and you heard collective gasp. And when all of you were back on your feet you blow out your magic trick with Viktor. A fire snake and bird were formed in the air and dissolved right when the headmaster Karakoff was near them. “Albus!” Said you headmaster rather affectionately. Dumbledore opening his arms “Igor!” They hugged and loud cheer was heard through great hall. Beauxbatons students and your school mates remained standing. The blue uniforms in elegant stance and the brown coats in powerful formation. When Albus said you would be sitting at slytherin table you looked at Draco. He give you a shocked look. You set down and as if on que your brother was on your side. “How you never said you will be here! Father didn’t tell me about this! Nor did you.” Oh so he was angry. You rolled your eyes and started eating. Unbeknownst to you you caught attention of certain redhead you saw once so many years ago.

“It her-“ said Fred to his brother eyes glued to you. George looked at you and frowned “Mate, she is a Malfoy?” Ron gushed in the conversation “shes probably worse then her little brother, she goes to Durmstrang.” Fred had remembered you. For all those years he never forgot your smile. You were his first crush. The kind you trough about from time to time. Although he had a reputation as a player he never forgot your smile. He said to himself that he could at least talk to you more.

On the other side of the great hall you finished eating and when you got up most of the students from your school finished as well. You were always lectured to eat quickly and spend time in dueling room or by studies. As you walked of one of the teachers appeared almost out of think air. You knew him. He was professor Snape. A great friend of Narcissa and Draco’s godfather. “You will be staying in the slytherin common rooms.” He said lazily. After giving you a quick toor around the castle he said how to enter the common rooms and living chambers. The most disappointing part if someone asked for your opinion. “And miss Malfoy will be with the girls.” He pointed to the other corridor. “Lame” you said and parted ways. When you discovered that you had a room for yourself and it was bigger then you were used to in Durmstrang your opinion slightly changed. It was a shame that Viktor could not visited and vice versa but what could you do. You rested for a while looking at the place. Not feeling tired yet you decided to take a walk.

Leaving your room you went past some slytherin students and sneaked past the door into the darkness of the corridors. Roaming around you bumped into someone. “Oh! Didn’t see you there! My apologies” you said. Why you were so formal all of sudden? When you looked up you saw two tall redheads. “Oh no worries.” Said one of them. Redheads, identical twins. It reminded you of someone. Maybe your father told you? Or was it your mother. Honestly after attending Durmstrang your knowledge of the wizards and witches in Scotland and England worsened. “I am Y/n” you said smiling at them. “Y/n Malfoy” you added. The twins shared a look before saying “we know” in unison. And as if lightbulb went on you remembered the name “oh! Are you Weasleys?” They looked confused about your tone. It was happy? Chipper? The closer to wall rolled his eyes and started “yeah the great blood traitors go ahead in your Malfoy way and laugh your arse off” well rude. You were shocked at his behavior. “My Malfoy way? …Okay what has my little brother have been doing here to say this?” Maybe your theory about Draco being spoiled brat was true. And maybe you know all along you just didn’t wanted to admit it. The twins stared at you in shock. “Look I have no idea what my brother has said or did but I am not him” you said, honestly kinda pissed that they would judge you based on somebody else. “Look George I think she-“ started one and the closer one to the wall finished his sentence “-might be as annoying as her brother.” Oh now you wanted to show this duffus some piece of your mind. Before you could even say something the bloke continued “what are you gonna do? Tell your daddy on us?” You burst out laughing. The guys stared at you in confusion again. “Why would I do that when I am capable to defend my own image?” You said and in a swift second the redhead was levitating upside-down. “Wanna join him?” You asked sweetly the other guy. “What? How did you- No!” He said surprised. The one levitating in the air was trying to find his wand but it was on the floor you grabbed it before his brother got a chance to. “Try and catch me” you said passing by and running down the hallway laughing. You pulled the same trick as Patrick in you second year. Only the one levitating wasn’t you now but the tall boy. You heard a thud and fast footsteps in the corridor behind you. Quickly casting an silent illusion spell you pretend to fall on the floor and with “oh no!” You showed them Georges broken wand. They were fuming in that instance. “You little-“ One of them marched forward and when he grabbed the wand the wand disappeared. “What?” They both asked. You were laughing so loud. You must say. This was pretty funny when you weren’t on the receiving end. Pulling out George’s wand you returned it still laughing. “And imagine what fun would it be if I was actually trying and meaning to hurt you.” You said lowly. George and Fred were in shock. A Malfoy who is a good sport about something and she get jokes and pranks up her sleeves. “So assuming you still have big grudge against me I would never eat food in the school if I were you” you said seriously and they both gulped. “I don’t” said Fred. “We actually have met before.” He said and his brother looked a bit annoyed. “Really?” You said curious. “I was about to go to my first year with George here and I held you with a book I believe it was something about dark magic” he remembered that little detail? You actually remembered the incident. “Oh you were my knight in shining armor then!” You said stars in your eyes. Fred nodded sheepishly “yeah. Um I am Fred by the way!” He extended his hand an you took it. Smiling you repeated “Y/n Malfoy” and cheekily added “the pleasure is all yours” you both laughed while George fake gaged. “Anyway since you managed to prank us I feel like I might have made a mistake. So George!” He extended his hand as well. You took it and smiled. “Anyway what we’re you doing earlier? It will be past curfew soon” said Fred.

You shook your head “I wanted to tire myself out before tomorrow. Didn’t want to sleep yet” It was funny how few minutes ago you three were fighting. But this was your magical power how it seemed. Almost everybody from your friend group started talking to you like this. George looked at his muggle watch and panicked “If you really want to tire yourself out you can start by running away from Filtch!” Fred then added “if he catches you it’s a detention or worse mopping floors with him!” You rolled your eyes. “Well nice talking with ya lass but we gotta go!” Said George. “Hope to see you soon love” said Fred and they both ran muttering something about still rading the supply cabinet. Shaking your head you headed back to your room. Feeling a bit more tired than you expected. You saw Viktor in the common room and his enormous swarm of friends. There was unexpected heavy feeling in your stomach at that sight. Shrugging it off you went to bed.

The next morning you attended all you classes you met with Viktor in the great hall. when you arrived at the there was a big fireblue cup. The Triwizard cup. Many students were intensely watching someone. You and Viktor got closer to see the Weasley twins drink some potion and hopped in the circle. All students cheered when suddenly they were knocked out of the circle. White grey beard and ridiculous hairdos. You started laughing while everyone was doing the same. “Aww someone isn’t old enough yet? Being a little bearded baby?” You said laughing and they scattered. After that fiasco you and Viktor went to the cup and putted your names in. High-fiving leaving the circle and walking around you chatted for a while. You wanted to go out for some fresh air and Viktor wanted to grab his coat in his room first promising he will catch up. When you were out of the castle you went to the black lake watching the waves. The feeling from yesterday settling in your heart again. As if something might’ve happened. Meanwhile Viktor passed library he spotted one girl with wild hair. She almost dropped some books while opening the door. Viktor being the gentleman he is he helped her with it. He pushed the door for her and introduced himself. She kinda reminded him of someone and his chest felt very warm with that familiar feeling. He helped the girl, who introduced herself as Hermione with the books to the gryffindor tower.

You were passing rocks waiting for Vik you were starting to get worried. What is taking him so long? You were about to get back when one of the Weasley twins appeared beside you. “Hey there!” You looked at him. Spark in his eyes. “Fred right?” You asked. He happily nodded. “Yes the more handsome twin.” You giggled and decided to chat with him for a bit. Before Viktor would come. “The better Malfoy” he comments and continued “what brings you here?” You looked at the lake and sighed. “I wanted some fresh air and Vik was supposed to go with me I wanted spend some time with my best friend since we kinda didn’t have time to do that since we arrived . But he forgot his jacket. So I am waiting.” You looked at Fred. But the look on his face as if something is wrong was very visible. “Well umm I think he got a change of plans.” Fred looked at you. “He and Hermione went to the Gryffindor tower together.” Said the redhead. You looked at him confused. Surely he wouldn’t forget about you right? He was your best friend, your support in dark times, he was the one thing that was right in your life, he was the one who … you have secretly fancied. The truth hit you like a ton of bricks. You were unsure if be happy for him to finally get a girl, to be jealous, to be sad or enraged. While your thoughts were everywhere and nowhere Fred started simple conversation. Helping you to temporarily forget about everything. Laughing and having such a good time you chatted for hours. That’s how another incredible friendship was born. When Fred went with you to the slytherin common room he said last goodbye and with a smile he happily trotted away. Chuckling you went in the common room. Seeing Viktor talking with some of your schoolmates. “It is really strange to see you two apart” commented Vasil, one of your classmates. “Talking about me behind my back?” You said beside his ear making him jump. “Y/n Merlin’s bread!” You chuckled and looked at Viktor who gave you an apologetic look. Choosing to be the supportive best friend you tried to hide your sadness and disappointment. When you all went to bed that night you were restless.

The first thing in the morning was breakfast and choosing the champions. Making yourself comfortable between your schoolmates you were waiting for Dumbledore, Madame Maxine and Karakoff. Rita Skeeter and the press arrived so early in the morning to document everything. “Good morning dear students” said Dumbledore making his way to the little podium with the other headmasters in tow. “Now we shall begin choosing the champions for the Triwizard tournament.” When he said that the age circle around the cup dissolved and one name was pulled from the cup. “Fleur Delacour” he said and cheer erupted from the Beauxbatons seating area. The said girl came forward and stand next to Dumbledore. “And the champions partner is” he read the note “Anne Nimfix” and another cheer was heard. The girls hugged each other and waited. “Cedric Diggory” Albus said and almost all of the girls in the Hogwarts screamed. The hufflepuff stood beside Dumbledore, waiting for his partner. “Marian Edgecombe” the ravenclaws were cheering and whistling. “And the champions of Durmstrang-“ you instinctively held your breath. Viktor reached out for your hand but decided against it in the last minute. “Viktor Krum” loud screaming was heard from almost all the girls. He smiled at you, before going back to his poker face. Standing beside Diggory he waited for his partner to be called. Was he hoping it was you? Did you still wanted to be you? “Y/n Malfoy!” Said Dumbledore. You stared at shock while you were surrounded by chanting of your schoolmates. “Malfoy! Malfoy! Malfoy!” You went to stand beside Viktor. Rita hurriedly sending a photograph to take a picture.

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