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unit-zero-two · 1 year

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Saw a post talking about Irene going to Lumen to vent about how frustrating and confusing the Abyssal Hunters are to work with, and that’s got me thinking all sorts of stuff. The Abyssal Hunters basically have alien minds at this point, they don’t really think or act like humans, so Irene spends a lot of time with them but can never quite adjust. She can work well with them eventually, but they always do something that throws her off, frustrates her. But most people don’t know what it’s like to deal with the hunters, or with the Seaborn. Most of the people who do are weirdos like Kal’tsit, so that’s not much for conversation.

So, Irene starts spending shore time with Lumen, just venting. About the Hunters. About the Seaborn. And about the Inquisition. Lumen is a regular guy, he’s met all of these people, he gets it. Plus, he’s a good listener. It’s his greatest ability, right behind never giving up. So he listens, and he listens, and he lets Irene vent. When she wants to talk, to have advice, he’ll do so, but usually he just listens. They’re both busy, so they don’t have a lot of time. Lumen is dragged around by the Inquisition and Rhodes Island, Irene needs to try to keep up with the Abyssal Hunters who don’t rest as much as she needs to. They only ever have a little time together, hanging out, venting as friends do.

They both start looking forward to these meetings. Irene likes to have someone to talk to, and Lumen just likes to listen. Irene is so passionate about everything, putting in more effort than anyone. And when she’s done venting, she starts to leave a little room for him to vent. Pushes him to complain about anything annoying in his life. She didn’t do it the first time they did this, or the second, but it was clear that in her travels she started to feel guilty, so she allows him release as well. They’re both always moving around Terra in their missions, home stops being a single spot. It’s a landship named Rhodes Island, a place they can always be sure to meet each other. A place they can always vent to each other.

Specter makes sure to comment and say how adorable it is when Irene accidentally gives Lumen a new nickname. Irene tries to keep it to herself, but eventually she decides to own it. Specter is going to always tease her anyways, she might as well make it official. While surrounded by Seaborn and fighting for her life, Irene makes sure to promise to return to vent with Lumen, to return, to her Lighthouse.

And sometimes Lumen can be found standing on tall places, watching the horizon. When asked what he’s doing, he just responds “I’m watching for the birds to return.”

#arknights #irene arknights #lumen arknights #I got the pet name lighthouse stuck in my head and this came out #there's just a lot of potential with these two being cute together #sometimes you just need to have a lot of fun imagining what a ship dynamic might be like #even if the reality is different #I feel like they'd have a lot to relate to each other with if they just stopped and had a chat #plus Lumen literally kept the lighthouse running and took a boat out to save Irene and the hunters #that has to count for something

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freaky-flawless · 2 years

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Holt calls him "Neighthan Hot"

(ID in Alt)

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pumpkinrootbeer · 3 months

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Things I think about all the time regarding Peter B is how a lot of his movement feels almost like laziness but it's actually just an absurd amount of skill and experience. he's been doing this longer than anyone else there, so he knows how that villain speech is going to play out, doesn't look when he fires a web because he knows exactly where it's going to land, and he's absolutely able to predict where Miles is going to go and catch up to him when no one else can. because peter b has been at this longer than everyone else there and it's literally second nature to him. give me more middle aged experienced superheros please.

#:v #I get that he's the comic relief but also I'm on my hands and knees begging #let me see him use his skill again 🙏#peter b parker #atsv #two things that kill me:#one: peterb is so fucking good at predicting shit #genuinely a genius right #he absolutely did not see Miguel hurting miles as a possiblity he was shocked #two: he spends that whole fucking fight telling Miguel to go easy on miles #and cheering miles.#okay three things actually #the little smile miles gives peter when Peter says ''he did have a plan!'' so cute.#give me my useless pathetic older brother with his cool dorky younger brother dynamic back please #wait four things actually #Miguel and Gwen were both surprised when Pete showed up #he was not in the plan when it came to talking to Miles #the had talked about miles being an anomaly right! and Miguel was confused and frustrated when Peter showed up #PETER WASNT THERE TO LET MILES DOWN EASY #AT LEAST NOT BY DESIGN #MIGUEL HADN'T ASKED HIM TO BE THERE MIGUEL HADN'T WANTED HIM THERE #peter being there wasn't a ploy to manipulate miles it was peter genuinely trying to help miles #and failing of course #my perfect failson idiot boy dilf 🫶🫶

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skwtches · 2 years

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once again, it is indeed Chaggie Day on twitter

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel vaggie #hazbin hotel fanart #fanart #chaggie #charlie x vaggie #shipping #these two r very cute i love em #rly wish we had more of them being a couple in the pilot bc it’s rly obvious just how last minute the decision to make em girlfriends-#instead of just Besties(tm) was #‘but *i* never refer to my friends by calling them hun-‘ one of my friends calls each person in our friend group ‘darling.’#friends giving each other platonic petnames isn’t out of the ordinary. just depends on the ppl #y’all don’t have to keep defending the way they’re written in the pilot y’know. it’s already been confirmed that they weren’t supposed to -#be a couple until DURING the storyboardung process when ppl on the crew began shipping them #also don’t make me bring up the character sheets that vivzie made during production where vaggie was only referred to as charlie’s-#best friend #BUT ALL THAT ASIDE #from the looks of it they’re most likely gonna be more openly romantic in the show and i’m looking forward to that #in addition i’m hoping for more substance in their dynamic #the pilot gives em an interesting base for a relationship but i rly wanna see more of what they have in common + how they express affection-#for one another #also hoping that neither (mostly vaggie) loses characterization in favor of only being characterized by their relationship #like- i don’t see them becoming as bad as m&m where millie is barely a character in comparison to moxxie #and to be fair charlie IS the protagonist so it’s no surprise if she has more characterization than everyone else in the main cast #all in all i just hope vaggie gets enough time to shine as her own character outside of her relationship & physical capabilities #tl;dr: lemme get inside vaggie’s head goddamnit

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fluffs-n-stuffs · 1 month

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"Cuhut it out- you guys!" "Nu-uh, not until you're all perked up first! You don't want those gym challengers meetin' with an ol' mopey leader, do ya?" "Whitney's right, dear friend. No need to hide that beautiful smile of yours, alright?~"

What it takes to cheer up Johto's beloved ghost boy 👻💕

#some incredibly self-indulgent fluff for my own sake SKJDFSNDFS #Morty was having one of Those days where the weight of his responsibilities as leader and expectations as someone meant to bring back Ho-Oh #-felt a little too heavy to handle (more so than usual)#luckily his best friends (and mayhaps crush of nearly an entire decade) are here to take a stand against his low mood 🤼#I've been having brainrot of Whitney's dynamics with these two alrighttttt they all deserve to be silly with each other #best wingman award goes to this girlie for putting up with these two's mutual pining antics for years sdkfjskjdfh #the way I see it Morty and Whitney were besties way back before they had even become leaders (with Morty being the older between them)#there were definitely rumors going around between their towns about how they're an item #when the reality is that Whitney's more focused on winning the affections of the other cute girls she hangs out with #while Morty's a repressed gay lad burdened with religious guilt SDJFHUISJDNFS /LH /LH #the second Whitney caught wind of Morty actually developing a crush on someone you just Know she was on his ass Immediately #asking about aaall the details--who he is- what he does- how he dresses- if he could even conceivably pass her standards of how a--#--fitting partner for her best friend's meant to be #to which an incredibly exasperated Morty struggles to answer because Eusine is just beyond his comprehension /affectionate #when Whitney does eventually get to meet him in person the first time she most certainly takes a jab at his fashion sense SDKJFSDFNS #BUT they do end up getting along a lot better than Morty braced for- which was a huge relief to him #it soon reaches that point where Eusine's secretly asking her for details on the things Morty likes and how to possibly impress him #all the while Morty's asking her for advice on how he could cope with his feelings when he's still unsure on whether they'd be requited #Whitney finds the whole ordeal simultaneously very funny and perhaps one of the most frustrating things imaginable SDKJFSKDNFS #enough of me yapping thouuughhhhhh I should save that for its own post 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️#pokemon tickle #gym leader morty #morty pokemon #gym leader whitney #whitney pokemon #mystery man eusine #eusine pokemon #eusine #lee!morty #ler!eusine

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clownery-and-fuckery · 3 months

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Okay, collected my thoughts and saw some memes, ready to present: season 3 episode 8. Spoilers below !!

Right, off the bat, I have to admit I wasn't really happy with this one. I knew there had to be at least one, but ough. This was not enough to chew on until next week.

I'm happy Phee's back!! I just wish she had done more. Happy to know she thought of Tech as (her) databank though!!!! That was kinda cute, like he reminded her of stuff :(( adorable.

But!!! I kinda assumed that with Fennec, Bane would show up too?? Bit disappointed because now it means we have ANOTHER bounty hunter episode- which is, like, fine. had this one gone better.

I miss echo.

The banter between Wrecker, Fennec and Hunter did make up for the lack of.... usual pizzazz, I have to admit. Fennec was ruthless 💀 she had myself and my mother appalled (especially when she closed the ramp while Hunter was Still Standing on it. Like. Girlboss but oh????) I did enjoy the broke joke 😭 the section was good, just.. a bit lacking??

Maybe I'm being picky with it. It didn't feel very story driven (considering it's the last season I thought they'd truck along with Wolffe's story and have more results quicker?)

The little moments with Crosshair and Omega are cute, I'm glad they're healing after Tantiss :( Crosshair scrunching up while he says he's fine really got to me, poor dude has Seen Shit. i hope he talks to someone about it :(

But, again, i felt it was lacking?? Like, it was great that they had that moment, but did it... really need a whole episode? Especially, again, during the Final Season?? I just think it's something we as an audience could enjoy brainstorming, and give the actual show the stage for plot point development, idk

Going through this ep and then thinking about the next few ones, I'm worried. We're halfway through the season and things have been a bit.. too calm. The double ep we got last week was pretty action packed(albeit during the second ep, first one was mostly build up)

which I'm scared is gonna end up being the case during "Identity Crisis" and I really hope that's not what happens!!!! I want them to be independent episodes, not one building up to the other. Again, I'm being picky with it. I'll enjoy it anyways.

But, seriously, this episode wasn't NEARLY enough for me to chew on until next week. I'm gonna be over it by tomorrow, when I run out of memes to look at (and I stop obsessing over the Minute Long Scene with Phee.) Which is a bit disappointing, but I'm holding out hope for next week!!!

Anyways thats my two cents, let me know what you thought !!!! :))

#the domestic scenes with cross and omega WERE cutw #but could have lasted two seconds less and id be fine with that #theyre cute but.. not really my favourite dynamic tbh #i guess it was just this ep that had me thinking that #the medication just felt.. off. hes a sniper- he knows how to sit still and breathe calmy #**calmly- again thats me being picky #meditation isnt really my thing so #sw the bad batch #the bad batch #sw the bad batch spoilers #i do seriously miss echo tho #and nemec 😭 gone too soon

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princeofhags · 1 month

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i just finished reading about iraestra so wand of twilight for her as well!

Wand of Twilight. Iraestra conjures a spirit from the land of the dead to speak to them.

FANTASY PROMPTS | @foxboyclit

Smoke floods the altar in fragrant plumes, the familiar taste of myrrh coating the back of Iraestra's throat uncomfortably. Her steps, purposefully measured and slow, sound monstrous in the cavernous wings of the ceremonial chamber. The peace is further broken by the occasional murmur of an invocation or rustling cloth. There has been no order given for silence, but the trepidation hanging heavy in the air as the incense enforces the command. They all wait in the lurch of a breathless hush, an animal instinct to a known threat. Still, so that the hunter is not enthralled by your fleeing. Anticipation before the blow.

Does their visitor scent the fear he instills in the air, like a hound? Does the chorus of thrumming hearts beckon to him like the call of war drums? Bodies, so many bodies for him to open and bleed.

Itaestra does not doubt that he often relishes it. Bhaalspawn are such curious, depraved half-beasts.

Prince of the Blood. A self-given title, perhaps, but she has heard the reverence Bhaal's faithful pour at his feet like wine libations. Their honored guest is heir to a butcher's legacy. She thinks him little more than a glorified killer draped in the dressings of grandeur.

Iraestra does not cower or draw back from him, but there is still an instinctual unease at the thought of a Bhaalspawn being familiar with her. The Dread Lord’s wicked heirs do not know friends, only warm bodies to bite with steel. The world to them is already dead, merely waiting to be torn asunder to show its truest color: the crimson of fresh spilt blood.

A hedonistic dogma. She holds her tongue due to the respect granted to Bhaal by her own unholy master.

She observes the preparations for the ritual with only half an eye, attention commanded by the ophidian silhouette haunting the edge of the room. What a disquieting picture he paints. His height causes him to loom terribly, heads and shoulders above the flock of mortal meat. He need not even draw his weapon to kill half the room should he wish it. Each finger is tipped with a talon that catches the candlelight with each of his clenching hand. When he had spoken, his teeth had stood out vividly against the stone-black gleam of his scales. The dried gore on his scales embrace him as intimately as any lover.

The wicked length of a barbed tail flickers in what may be a sign of agitation in his people, or merely a quirk of the extra limb. His attention is riveted on the altar. She half expects it to catch aflame.

She attempts not to concern herself with his growing impatience. Any fool can cast a spell to converse with the departed; a Myrkulite only does so at the behest of another and the blessings of the Bone Lord. She will not disregard the tenants of her faith even for this Prince.

"You're eager," she observes. The dragonborn has not left the corpse's side since it was brought to her. Curious. He must be thoroughly invested in the secrets it would spill. "It was good that you preserved the jaw. A wasted trip had you not," she stops by the head, only the breadth of a few steps between her and the Prince.

At that, he finally regards her. Even in his initial instructions he had been short with her. "What of a tongue?

"Is this a theoretical or practical query?" Short of the patience to wait for an answer, Iraestra snaps at one of the attendants. "Bone Talker, check the mouth."

Questing fingers find only half of the appendage still intact. If removed before death, exsanguination is as likely a cause as any.

"It will do," she decides. "I am ready to begin." Her attendants step back as one.

The body has been prepared as best they can given its mangled state. This man, who can be no older than twenty, bares the marks of a slow death. The skull, partially caved, rests unevenly on the cloth. He does not even look peaceful now, as the victims of violence rarely do.

She steps forward, hands rising from her sides. Iraestra readies herself to speak the ancient words.

"Alone," the Prince's clipped voice rings out clearly. Not a request. Demand.

Iraestra hisses her frustration. Better vexation, than dread. She knows the vestments of anger well, slips into them like a second skin. Her mouth twists, her shoulders draw tight. Her hands are half-formed claws in the air. She hears the pound of her own heart in her ears.

What is so important that it cannot be witnessed by the others? What is to be done with her, who will attend to the questioning herself?

"Mistress?" Every cowled head in the room turns to look at her. They hear the call for her death as vividly as she. One of the fools is brave enough to step towards her, as if they could truly do anything to intervene. She admires them for their stupidity.

The Prince watches her, well aware of what he asks for. Trust or faith or maybe both. Clearly, he is looking for a reaction. Will she falter, will she balk? Could he make a bouquet of the stench of her unease? He regards her with a snake's stare, eyes cold licks of fire. He does not blink.

If he thinks he can subdue her so easily, then he is sorely mistaken. She is drow. She is Oblodra. Her own mother's hands were the first to ever try to take her life. He will find no easy marks here today. Let him slake his thirsts elsewhere. There are other, weaker creatures for him to gorge himself on.

"Leave us," Iraestra does not take her eyes from the Prince. She does not speak or move again until the door clicks shut behind the last attendant. How awfully similar it sounds to the closing stone of a tomb.

She rounds on him, irritation clear. "Why did you ask for me?"

The Prince is the first to look away, back to her hands and then the body. Iraestra does not feel like she has won anything of merit. It is impossible to tell if he is pleased. "The Banite confides in you. I thought to do the same."

He does not give a name, nor does she ask for it. She wonders at what the Prince knows of her talks with the other Chosen.

"And what if his confidence is misplaced?" A theoretical. Her loyalty is not often brought into question. It is rare that she pledges it at all.

"Then I will kill you," the Prince simply states.

She laughs. That intention is only the natural conclusion of the dance. There is no greater aim for those of his depraved bent. "So you say. Did you not plan to do so already?"

His head tilts in a particularly reptilian gesture. His glittering eyes have found the pulse in her throat, her bare wrists. She cares not for his study. It feels too much like a physical caress, high beneath dress and robe. One hunger is not too different from another, and she supposes they may be frighteningly the same for him. Both indulgences of the flesh, in the end. "Do not tempt me. Your blood would spill sweetly on this floor."

Iraestra sneers. "Cast your fetid gaze elsewhere, brute. You will not find easy prey in me."

He chuckles darkly. "Of that I am sure. I would savor the challenge as much as anything else."

"I was under the impression that there were more pressing matters at hand, given your early insistence on haste."

"Time can always be afforded for pleasure, sorceress. Consider the feel of silk on the skin. The burst of fruit between teeth and the rush of the juice down your chin, the clench of a lover tight around you as they sob your name. That final, shuddering breath that flutters out of the throat at death. Do you not feel the drum of the heart in your own chest? Do you not wish to dance to it? If you are so indifferent to it, I could show you how to listen to it once more. To feel it." How reverently he speaks, as if he is at the shrine of his own father-god. His lids have nearly closed in rapture.

There's smoke in the dragonborn's mouth and anticipation in his words, thick enough to choke on. He whispers with the tongue of a snake, words dripping from the depravities he utters.

As mad as his sister, the shape-changer, Iraestra decides with disdain. The seed of Bhaal is truly cursed with madness, complete and true. It was preferable when he was barely acknowledging her presence despite demanding it in the first place.

"You have nothing that I desire." Were she younger, still a fool turned by a pretty face, she may have once allowed herself to be seduced by the offer. She ignores the answering hook of arousal low in her gut, focusing once more on the misshapen head on the pillow. Reminds herself of whose hands exactly have crushed it. There is much to do before she is ready for the grave. "Now, if you will allow me to get on with this, we may be each rid of the other before long."

“A pity that you deny yourself,” but he nods. “Perform your rites. Regretfully, I cannot linger for long.”

Iraestra does not regret that. She is exhausted and enthralled by him in equal measure. Let this be the first and last time she suffers his company.

She begins her prayer to the dead.

#oc: balam #oc: iraestra #princeofhags writes #foxboyclit #lord that only took me forever #i was tired of this sitting in my drafts and i feel like the abrupt ending to their interactions shows this but alas #glad to have it out in the world and I hope you like it!#the two of them and their dynamic is very fun to write although I feel like it's clear where I picked it back up again oop #context for anyone else reading is that iraestra is an oblodra - one of the last of a powerful drow psionic line - and now a myruklite #got all involved in chosen shenanigans due to her psionics and knowledge of illithids and helped w tadpole research #def has a weird on and off again with gort #balam is my durge and he's batshit and his whole thing is Hedonistic Pleasures? Hedonistic Pleasures tonight queen???#while also being a lean mean scaled killing machine. he has multitudes. and those are 'fuck' and 'bleed it out'.#usually both in whatever order he pleases #but durgetash is also canon in my writing soooooooo #here is 2/3 of the weirdest most toxic polycule #does this count as a meet cute??#realize there was very little of actually talking to the dead in this. or. not at all. but my brain is fried friend #warnings for typical necromancer and bhaalspawn shenanigans and just lots of weird talking #nothing much happens of consequence but i had fun

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