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flowerandblood · 3 months

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oh my god, the fragment of your short story is very cool and your illustration looks beautiful😍😍😍. I'm always extremely happy when I see Slavic mythology somewhere (I'm from Slovakia). I keep my fingers crossed for your work, it will definitely be amazing

ps: I wish you a early recovery

Beloved Husband

Especially for you, the entire story is translated below

[ warnings: character death, violence, progressive madness, depression, mourning ]

Although it had been two springs since her beloved closed his eyes forever, it seemed to her that just a moment ago she was standing at his side in front of the altar in a small wooden church. She was clad that day in her new linen chemise and kaftan, under which stretched her skirt sewn from long, colourful strips, embroidered by her own hands over many nights.

That morning, her mother herself had collected fresh flowers in the field, from which she later wove a beautiful garland of daisies and forget-me-nots for her. The smell of baking cake spread throughout the room as her sisters helped her dress and prepare to leave her family home.

All her belongings, which consisted of several linen shirts and woollen skirts, two kaftans, one winter coat, two pairs of shoes − one for colder days, the other festive, only for church − hair pins, a set of bedding and a holy picture she had received as a gift from her godparents, fit easily into a small wooden chest decorated with painterly ornaments.

Her beloved was beautiful, joyful and kind, his lips curving into a lazy smile at the sight of her, for he had loved her ever since she could remember. He called out to her when she returned from the fair, when she left church with her parents, he made her laugh by looking at her over the fence as she fed her geese, by telling her made-up tales and legends.

He would come to her parents with gifts, wishing them to look upon him with a more favourable eye, as he was poorer than they were − she was the daughter of a respectable farmer, while he was the son of a simple serf peasant apprenticed to a blacksmith.

Although her guardians at first regarded him with disapproval and reserve, they eventually recognised his industriousness, which also brought him a tangible income. He spent days and nights in the forge, creating things that were not only useful and durable, but also beautiful, appreciated by the villagers and the heirs of the manor houses.

Without delay, he came to the aid of his future parents-in-law when the hinges of their doors and shutters began to loosen and fall off. He forged new ones for them, beautifully fitted, with indentations and swirls, which they later showed off to their neighbours. She watched it all from afar, daring to offer him only her warm, happy smile and a gratitude that filled his heart with fervent hope.

− Wait for me, pretty dove. − He called out to her then, and she laughed, not even thinking of marrying another.

His approach full of patience and understanding eventually won the hearts of her parents. Her father decided, after some thought, that it was good to have such a swift, hard-working son-in-law, who, in addition, was cordial to the women.

He believed that he would certainly be a good and gentle husband, who would not hit or shout at his daughter, and who would also gladly drink vodka with his father-in-law, and would conduct a conversation well, as his mind was sharp and enlightened.

She knew that she had caught God by the feet when they finally agreed to give him her hand, and she did not hide her joy. She thanked her Lord during every evening prayer for the fact that she did not have to marry a drunkard, a scoundrel, but a kind, handsome, hard-working young man, at the sight of whom she felt warmth melt through her heart.

Not even one spring of their marital happiness had passed when her beloved fainted, having returned from the forge all hot and fiery. He coughed terribly and babbled, only making it home with the help of their neighbour. They laid him on the bed together, wondering what to do. Fear then overtook her and she immediately sent for an herbalist who lived a few huts away.

The woman arrived in the evening and, without saying anything or demanding payment, prepared water over the cooker by throwing dried leaves and herbs into it, muttering something at the same time. After these mysterious procedures, she gave her decoction to her husband, ordering him to drink.

She rejoiced, for the colours returned to his countenance, for life returned to his members, for he recognised her, calling her his pretty dove.

Her heart was filled anew with hope. Lying by his side at night, she prayed fervently, thanking God for his grace.

Only in the morning, when the first rays of the sun woke her up, wanting to attend to her daily chores and prepare his morning meal, did she feel that the body lying next to her was cold and stiff.

She was afraid to look at him, and when she finally did, she saw his face, pale and blue, his lips parted slightly, as if he were in fact still asleep. She tried to wake him, at first with a whisper, then with cries and wails, clamping her fingers over his body, but his eyelids never opened again.

She couldn't name what was happening to her. It seemed to her as if her speech had been completely taken away. Her body was left without strength, her mind became blank, dulled. She lay next to him, looking at his face, holding his cold hand in hers, unable to let go of the thought that the only thing left of him was his body.

She didn't understand what her mother was saying, stroking her cheeks and shoulders as they stood over his grave on the day of his funeral. She stared at the simple wooden cross stuck into the fresh, damp earth, listening to the women wailing and crying raucously around the coffin, chanting mournful hymns that only increased her despondency.

It seemed to her that her mind was foggy and sluggish. She drank, she ate, she did her chores, but she did not feel or experience anything. Her body was as if in a state of prolonged shock. In her mind there was still the conviction that her husband would cross the threshold of their home as he did every evening, that he would take her in his arms, speaking of his longing, that they would sit down to supper together, recounting what the day had brought them.

Her parents, seeing the impact of her bereavement and such a sudden loss, ordered her to return to the family home, which she did. From then on, she helped them with their daily chores, as she had done when she was still a maiden.

She would speak to them and be in their company, but her mind seemed to be out of her body, the emptiness that filled her began to be slowly replaced by a progressive rage and irritation, as she noticed that everyone had begun to forget about him. They laughed and smiled, got drunk and danced as he lay there, deep underground, alone.

Shrill thoughts flashed through her head as she lay alone at night under her quilt. Her heart squeezed with pain at the notion that perhaps the gravedigger had not buried him deep enough and his body would be desecrated by wolves or stray dogs or, God forbid, her poor beloved would wake up in his wooden grave and be unable to get out, driving his nails helplessly into the wooden lid.

She would cry aloud then, burying her face in her hands, holding her thoughts and pains deep inside her, feeling that no one else would understand her suffering, that only he, her dearest, if he were still alive, could comfort her.

It was then that she heard him for the first time since the day he closed his eyes forever: the loud, clear rustling of the grass and the quiet cracking of the branches beneath his feet.

She rose quickly, feeling the aggressive, chest-shattering pounding of her heart. A cold sweat ran down her back as she leaned out uncertainly to look out of the window.

There was no one in the courtyard.

She sat still for a moment, feeling a tightness in her throat at the thought that there was a graveyard beyond the woods overlooking her small room.

The next day she lay down to sleep faster than usual, excusing herself to her family for being unwell, feeling a pleasant tingling in her fingers and excitement at the thought that perhaps her beloved would visit her again, give her some sign, tell her what he needed. No one came, however, and salty tears of regret and disappointment ran down her cheeks as she lay, facing the window, watching the first rays of the sun.

She wandered off to the cemetery in the morning, explaining to her relatives that she wished to place fresh flowers on her late husband's grave. However, when she arrived at the site, she found to her disbelief and dismay that although grass should have grown on the grave long ago, the sand on it was still wet and fresh, as if he had been buried only the day before.

Walking back home along the dirt road, wrapping herself in a warm woollen shawl, she thought of her grandmother's stories. Of how people who had died, called wraiths, rose from their graves to haunt their families, peering down on their children and placing cold, corpse-like kisses on the lips of their wives and husbands.

At this thought she felt heat in her lower abdomen, a pleasant tickling sensation engulfed her fingertips and lips, and she imagined that her beloved had come to her then, that night, wanting to prove to her that he remembered her, that he loved her and could not leave without her.

The realisation that he could wander still in the world without knowing a holy rest both frightened and delighted her at the same time, that their love could be stronger than death, that his desire to stay with her was more important to him than the will of God himself, who had called him to join him.

She stopped and trembled as she heard a loud rustling in the depths of a field filled all around with tall, golden wheat. She lifted herself up on tiptoe, feeling the rumbling of her yearning heart, looking around carefully. Her breathing became raspy and loud, full of excitement.

− My love? − She heard her own trembling, warm voice, sounding as if a mother was calling her child, wanting to give him courage.

However, she saw nothing, nor did she hear any reply.

Nevertheless, the conviction that her husband was still prowling the earth and watching her was growing stronger within her. Candles would suddenly burn out in the rooms she was in, although no one passed by them, doors would open with a loud creak of old wood even though no one was standing behind them. She was awakened at night by a quiet tapping on the windowpanes that kept her awake. She had the impression that she heard someone's footsteps even when there was no one in the room but her.

She whispered to him each time, asking him to appear to her. She would convince him that his cadaverous, pale face would certainly not scare her away, that he still remained her beloved, her only one.

He did not answer.

It seemed to her that she was slowly losing her mind. She was getting thinner and thinner, her face becoming pale, bruises from dozens of sleepless nights surrounding her lifeless eyes. Her parents, worried about her behaviour and the fact that the slightest sound or movement made her flinch as she looked around the rooms, suggested that perhaps it was time to find her a new husband.

− You will have your children, and he too will comfort you with a kind word and a strong embrace of his arms. − Her mother said. She looked at her dully, feeling that her pale lips trembled parted in disbelief. Cold sweat trickled down her neck, her fingers clenched tightly on the material of her skirt.

That night, she cried aloud with her face pressed into her pillow, calling for her beloved, her kindest, cursing him and begging him to relieve her suffering, to prevent her from being given away to any other man, because they had promised each other that they would be together, now and for eternity.

It was then that she heard him again − the quiet crackling and rustling outside her window, someone's footsteps so clear that her heart leapt into her throat. She pulled herself up from her bed and looked out of the window, pressing her palms against the glass. A pitiful, low sob escaped from her throat as she spotted a male figure disappearing deep into the dark woods.

She got up quickly, putting a warm blanket over herself, and slipped out of her family home in only her nightgown, moving after the mysterious silhouette, wanting to shout for him to stop, fearing, however, that she would startle him. Seeing only the full moon and stars above her, she trudged through the tall shrubs, the needles of the pines and the sharp stones beneath her feet hurting her skin.

She knew that in order to reach the cemetery she had to walk straight ahead, and despite her fear, her heart was filled with courage, because for him, for her beloved, she was willing to do anything.

A loud sigh of relief left her lungs when she finally stood at the border of the forest, seeing clearly the outlines of wooden and iron crosses. She froze completely when she noticed a male figure leaning deeply into one of the grave pits. A broad smile appeared on her face for the first time since fate had separated them.

− My beloved! − She shouted with joy, with hope, with relief, drenched in tears, running towards him with confidence, thinking only of throwing herself into his arms again, of speaking to him again, of hearing his voice again.

My pretty dove.

She stopped halfway, feeling her heart freeze, shivers ran along her spine as the man she was running towards jumped out of the pit like a burned man.

She saw his terrified eyes, he was panting heavily as if he was some wild animal, raising his hands high in the air. She found to her horror that she did not recognise either his face or his figure, looking at him in the moonlight. He was older and taller than her husband, dressed in dark, dirty trousers and coat, his large hands black from the ground.

Only after a moment did she notice a long shovel lying next to his feet, a sack lay immediately next to it, she swallowed with difficulty recognising in its contents something that resembled shimmering gold jewellery in the moonlight.

The stranger moved suddenly towards her, grabbing earlier a shovel lying on the ground. She screamed loudly, throwing herself into flight, understanding her mistake, her stupidity, her naivety. She stumbled several times over tombstones and tree roots, her sore feet seeming to scream with every step she took.

Her voice stuck in her throat when suddenly something dull and hard hit her heavily on the back of her head, then again and again; she fell to the ground, panting heavily. Everything around her seemed to spin, she no longer recognised shapes or where she was, warm liquid ran down her forehead, the metallic taste of blood that had flooded her face melted between her lips.

She wanted to scream for rescue to her beloved, to her parents, but she was unable to get the words out. She cried out loudly and drew in a loud breath, bursting out crying when she felt his large, rough hands clamp down on her bare calves, pulling her back on the ground. Her fingers impulsively dug into the sand and grass, fruitlessly trying to resist him, something akin to a grunt escaped her throat.

My God, have mercy.

She was already completely limp when he threw her into the middle of the grave. No sound left her lips as the heavy, cold sand began to fall on her body. Her empty gaze, from which the life was slowly escaping, was fixed on the bright moon disc spreading over her head.

Before the last breath left her lungs, a thought flashed through her dying mind, from which she smiled gratefully at the stranger who stood high above her like death itself.

I will see him again.

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gogolstoelicker · 2 years

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OB gang with albedo mc ?

Like at first they got the cold treatment (aka how albedo treated anyone and anything he wasn’t interested in)

Then slowly they warmed up and got to see the other side of them ( aka how albedo treated the traveler (kinda smug low-key flirty etc)

OB! gang with Albedo! MC

a/n: •FUCK THAT MAN HE DIDN'T COME HOME EVEN WHEN I WAS GUARANTEED

•if im being honest, albedo would probably be so interest in twst that he could not be cold to them. well maybe some of them but I'll make it work

warning:spoilers abt book 6(that i myself barely know about but here we are)

Friendly and popular, you gained fame for your alchemical talents. Though popular, you have an extreme distaste for social interactions. Barely anyone knows anything of your personal life as you are quite secretive about it.

Fueled by the feeling of enlightenment, you research about the things that pique your interest and once the feeling is gone, you lose all interest. Along with your alchemical genius, you're also a respectable artist.

Riddle:

he had heard u were really good at alchemy and making potions from trey who heard from ace

so he is very much curious about your world and how you got to know alchemy

start up a convo with u when he saw u in the middle of his walk

and you're sketching grim LMAOAOAOA

literally acted like u didn't know he was there bc you're sketching can't he see🙄

riddle thought it was kind of rude and pointed it out

still acted like u dont know

it takes u finsihing the grim drawing for u to even look at him

we all know hes angry so lets skip!!

riddle would like to know the basic alchemy of ur world and got absolutely flabbergasted when u showed him

"how the heck did a magicless student like you managed do that⁉️"

"but that is basic alchemy??" -u after turning dust to a bird

eventually,riddle had to cut the convo short bc he have a schedule to follow🤗so u went back to grim sketching

he tried to invite you to the unbirthday party bc he really enjoyed ur convo

but u declined it

but still went there bc the adeuce duo forced you LMAOAOAOA

so like kapoosh kapow the ob happened and a day after that he got interrogated by u

no break for riddle💀

u were very much interested in how he felt before and after the ob, if anything changes about him after the ob, what was it really that triggered the ob and-

CALM DOWN HES TRYING TO ANSWER ONE BY ONE

you're like "🤔hmm i see" the entire time with this serious face

u also gave him a potion for quick recovery so good for him!!(u gave everyone who overblot btw im just too lazy to write for all)

saw ur sketchbook one and saw some sketches of him

in both his ob form and how he is normally

"🧍why did u drew me"

"u carry a different aura and look different from how u usually do, it's quite fascinating"

"BUT IN THE MIDDLE OF MY OVERBLOT??"

multitasking royalty😂🙌who knew you could draw him while fighting him off

Leona:

you've seen some people with ears like him back in your world so you're not exactly as interested 🤷

even ur assistant have non-human like ears

tho u do wonder if there's anything different abt him since hes technically not from ur world

i dont think yall will interact much before the ob but after? and when book 3 is happening??

knowing how he acts, you're quite disappointed

"not only are u skilled but you're also quite knowledgeable. you could've been something greater if only you could muster up some motivation and ambition in you other than for the throne"

leona goes 🤨🤬you picking a fight or smth⁉️

but then also got goosebumps bc why is this small fry doing analysis of him and how come you know so much already😱

ruggie snickering beside him bc bro got called out so hard

bc hes pissed at u, he quite literally got an A on every single subject LMFOAOAOAOA

mans live off of spite (me too)

you did saw it and was quite pleased hes showing more of his potential

praised him so hard u made his ego bigger

is this... the feeling of recognition😍⁉️ -leona /hj

saw ur sketches of him during ur stay in savanaclaw in book 3

was surprised you captured every single detail about him, lowkey smug abt it

"you were staring at me so hard huh. you could've just asked if you wanted to draw me"

"oh? then by all means, strike up a pose for me. i would love to draw u again"

"...i never said yes, herbivore"

Azul:

not interested in you other than taking ur dorm for business + not interested in him at all

signed the contract anyway bc why not LMAOAOA

totally not bc grim was trying to get u to sign it so bad, no. not at all

anyways now you're homeless and is staying at savanaclaw

lets skip a lil bc i literally have nothing to say

yknow when the tweels tried to sabotage yall?

u literally fend them off using ur geo vision

them: 😧⁉️

they did report to azul

"but that bitch is magicless⁉️" is what he would say if hes not a professional businessman

hes sobbing and crying and clutching his contracts bc how dare⁉️

and u found out he is an octopus like after the blot so yknow what that means

"i would like to see u in that form, if you do not mind"

azul's glasses breaking bc he absolutely refused to

"😕😔a shame but it's alright" *starts studying that childhood pic of him instead*

azul standing right behind u🕴

he did ask why do u wanna see that form of his

and u go "that's something u wouldn't find in my world, i would like to know everything i could know"

the tweels agreed for a price btw

idk whats the price dont ask me

u sometimes visit the lounge bc that place is pretty as hell

notices how u would draw the place sometimes and the gear in his head was working so hard on how to get money from that

peeked into the sketchbook once

saw many sketches of him in his other form or what u think would be his other form

and the way its so accurate😧⁉️

🕴🕴- u and azul

Jamil:

i feel like u would recognize him for his many talents??

and would totally go "why are u hiding it if you know you could do it🤨🤔"

"i do not know what you're talking about☺" -jamil

u just shrug bc oh well. none of ur business

hes kind of glad u decided to drop the topic but also kinda :/ bc there goes his plan if u could see through him that easily

he is quite knowledgeable so u often ask him abt his homeland and their designs there and everything else bc

my god is scarabia pretty😍

u drew scarabia so often its not even funny anymore

and yknow those times he would like hypnotize kalim?

u knew smth was up but decided not to confront jamil abt it

he witnessed u eating a spider one time

he considered letting u go back to ur dorm out of fear LMFAOAOAA

u noticed him and asked if he would like some

U EVEN RECOMMENDED HIM SPIDERS TASTED GOOD WITH THIS AND THIS💀

he was on the verge of tears😔🙏rip jamil, he could've lived a normal life if life loved him enough

u finding out jamil and kalim is a little like subject 2 and u: 😱⁉️(trying to uh replace someone's position or smth)

after the entire blot stuff, he absolutely let u know if theres any bugs around

bc like hell is he fighting those bugs

you're delighted bc yes nutritious foods!!

jamil watching it all:

Vil:

you drew vil quite a lot since he's very pretty

vil is quite drawn to u from the start bc you're also very pretty

has heard of how great you are at making potions and alchemy from epel

so when the program thing happened, hes quite happy that he got to talk to you more

since he was living with u, he could see the many drawings of him and the others (vil and the non-vils. u totally don't play favorite)

vil seeing those beautiful sketches, thinking of ways to promote yalls group with ur talent

he did commission u for it and even offered to pay

u going k sure, i dont mind

vil posted the art on social media and it got so many attention💀

and yknow how vil is so popular and all? yeah so many people asked him to get in touch with u so they could commission u smth bc ur talent is just so😍😍🙏🙏‼️‼️

congrats⁉️it was supposed to be for their promotion but u accidentally got promoted as well

vil is very happy and proud

well after the whole overblot thing, u sometimes visit pomefiore for various other reasons

sometimes bc some famous ppl wanted to get in touch with u, sometimes u just wanna go potion potion with vil

Idia:

he is actually very thankful that you're not interested in him in any way

or so he thought

you're in fact very interested in him

his hair is quite unique to you + his creations are quite interesting to you

"woah unique robots😍" u 5 mins before disaster

and by that i meant a bigass hole in the dorm you're staying in LNFAOAO

so yknow how rook, epel and mc tried to save the others by going to this place they're supposedly brought to?(i dont think i missed anyone)

and my god are u taking ur time

"what is this fascinating creature?" *tries to eat it*

"PREFECT NO!!" -epel and rook

be thankful you're not from their world or else you would've overblot for that

idia and ortho seeing it all🕴🕴

and when idia and ortho came to see yall, you are even more delighted

"i would like to study you, if you do not mind"

idia bc its supposed to be the other way around:

epel, rook and ortho staring at u:

u did ask again after the whole incident and he def did not broke out in cold sweat

#twst wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #azul ashengrotto #jamil viper #vil shoenheit #idia shroud

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teeth--thief · 3 months

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I would be interested in so called “hater diaries”.

- Rodka

[Referencing this post] Of course you would, you absolute angel... Imma tag you now that you have a blog @atomshchik ☆

The channel I was talking about is Chernobylite (yes, as in the Chernobylite - the game one). Listen... if anyone should be able able to criticise this guy, I think it should be me. Pole on Pole violence 👊💥👊💥

Let's get cracking... under the cut.

One thing you have to keep in mind when watching anything on the internet about Chernobyl: if they bring up HBO's show as a credible source, quote it, use mostly stills or photos of the scenery or actors instead of of the real stuff etc etc - that is a flag more red than that of the Soviet Union, okay? HBO in thumbnails? Unless it's a "this show is extremely inaccurate" kind of video, that's most likely due to a) the lack of knowledge about actual credible sources or b) need for profit (monkey sees, monkey does clicks - the show is incredibly popular, putting imagery related to it means a higher chance people will choose your video).

To keep it short and (not at all) sweet: this guy is like the evil brother of That Chernobyl Guy. This is That Bare Minimum Chernobyl Man, though. He uploads a video at least once a week and they always JUST BARELY hit the 10 minute mark. But they always do. Hm... I wonder why... I sure do wonder what the number 10 and YouTube have in common... oh. Oh yeah. It starts with MONETI and ends with SATION Need a hint? Mhm, I didn't think so. Speaking of time, the intro is usually almost 2 minutes long, the outro a minute and, there you go, suddenly there's actually even less content than expected.

He has some genuinely bad takes sometimes, too. I don't know if I'm just sensitive about Toptunov specifically (I very clearly am) or if his video on him is just especially offensive to me... and it's 12 minutes 😍😍 two more than usual! And so, I'll use this video as an example. (edit during drafting: he had just released a video on N.M. Fomin which... I'll watch once I'll have some time to waste and we'll see how bad that one is...)

>Not even 20 seconds in and he just HAD TO hit us with that ThAt Is ThE cOsT oF lIeS, of course, you know it brother 💯🔥‼️ Oh get over yourself. Find another quote. And stop putting pictures of my favourite operator next to his blonde twink counterpart from the show. I'm offended on his behalf.

>I like how he just takes random pics off of Google Images or something. The photo he uses at 2:00 is from a Reddit post on r/chernobyl, and it's a picture of a picture - didn't feel like looking for a better one, huh? Someone's a little lazy?

>The video ACTUALLY starts at 2:30. Girlllll (gn) you are so slowwwww, pick up the peace, we're all getting old waiting for you to start.

>The picture slideshow we're getting is almost never relevant to what he's saying. He's saying where Toptunov was born and all we see is the reactor after explosion. Like, okay brother, I didn't know that's how SuMY, in BuRYN, as he says, looked like then. A map from Wikipedia wasn't available? That's the best you can do? Not to mention a few of his videos literally have the same b-roll. It feels like the same video over and over again.

>He claims that "his father's connection probably were useful" when it came to him pursing a career in science... would you like to show me when exactly they could have been useful? When he was taking an entrance exam for uni just like everybody else? Or was it when he had to work his way up from the very bottom of the NPP food work chain? Unless you were a child of someone real high up and wanted to pursue a career of doing fuckall then your nepo baby status wouldn't help you all that much. Your party connections would help you move up faster, sure, but you wouldn't be able to not pass the necessary training and/or exams.

"(...) no good scientist could dream of a good job in a nuclear programme without being somewhat involved in local politics." We don't even know if Toptunov himself was in the party. We know that Akimov was quite the dedicated party man, sure. But Stolyarchuk wasn't in the party at all and Dyatlov wasn't cool with the party and the party wasn't cool with him. How many more times can I say party? Too many parties. I hate parties. He also goes on to say that, after graduation he could only get an entry level position because "He would need really good connections to acquire higher ranking job without any previous experience" I am very sorry to inform you but that's just not how real life works. Maybe if you have a good degree, you can immediately become the CEO of all the janitors in the building but that's about that when it comes to the seriousness of the job.

>Now, the part that made me audibly GASP starts at 6:30:

(...) many power plant staff were dismissed, including those from the night shift at unit 4. Including Toptunov, many were labelled non-essential personnel and sent home. That was probably a part of managing the disaster from a propaganda perspective. Fewer people on site, fewer witnesses.

This is an actually DERANGED take. This was my breaking point... like, you cannot be serious right now. Not the evil Soviet scientists and their evil propaganda...! The evil propaganda of safety...! I'm sorry to inform you but ever single person in charge there wasn't immediately thinking "By Lenin, how can we ensure these horrible bottom feeders, also known as our colleagues, we're employing at our power plant don't say a word to anyone outside?" They were most likely thinking "If this part of the personnel is literally useless, why would they stay in this potentially dangerous zone? Let's get them out - for their safety and liquidation organisation's sake."

>"As he later stated (...)" We don't know what he stated. We don't have a single word that came out of his mouth recorded anywhere. It's all they said that he said. Or the authors of books want to show how much they think they know (look no further than Medvedev's "acording to Toptunov..." yes, I'm sure you know exactly what he thought about everything. Surely. You must have spoken to him. Through a Ouija Board, clearly). We'd need the statements from the KGB and whatnot to actually determine what any of them said or thought.

>"(...) During that time when he felt better, he had spoken multiple times to both Akimov and Dyatlov (...)" Acording to some book, I'm sorry, I don't remember which one, he was one of the few people that actually didn't get up from his bed to participate in the discussions, probably because his legs were already in a bad shape. Take this with a grain of salt, though. Nobody explicitly said he NEVER hang out with anyone at the hospital. It's just that worth noting that there's a possibility he at least didn't do that as much as the rest of the guys.

Overall grade: read a book. Change the boring ass b-roll shots. Change the stock sounding "creepy" music. Put some effort into everything. Stop relying on HBO's Chernobyl.

Conclusion: you'll never be That Chernobyl Guy xoxo That Chernobyl Guy for the president

#half baked commentary for a half baked video - it's only fair #file: special interest: chernobyl #chernobyl #file: misc hunter #file: ask!#asker: @atomshchik

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camaleao · 10 months

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picture this: in 1995, the weasleys (+harry and hermione) somehow end up fucking something up and time travel to somewhere in the 2000’s and, suddenly, the war is over, they are all married, having kids, etc. they actually end up in one of the golden trio’s place and the people who have to get them into their “present” is harry, ron, hermione and ginny and they have no idea how to do it. firstly, they tried to figure things out by themselves because they don’t want the ministry getting involved, but it becomes very hard to try to send them back into the past, while also trying not to reveal any meaningful information like who died, who married who, children, etc, just in case they aren’t able to obliviate them. they try so hard to keep the fact that they are LITTERALLY married to each other from their past selves they eventually can’t figure out how to get them in the past again. when I inagine this, I imagine that this happens around the time where ginny is pregnant with albus (who does NOT have this name in MY universe, seriously I would rather name my child Rudolph rather than albus, why couldn’t they just name him Daniel or smth) and baby james sirius and tiny tiny rose are sleeping in the next room #messy. the fact that they try to keep this all a secret makes the situation extremely hilarious (and it’s even funnier because I imagine that they let little details spill out) and when they finally decide to let the ministry know what has happened and get the all clear to say anything they want because the ministry is going to obliviate them once they go into the past again, they tell the 1995 weasleys all about the war and how their lives have changed since then and obviously mrs.weasley cries the life out of herself because she has like a gazillion grandchildren and it’s all very funny.

IM TALKING ABOUT ROMIONE AND HINNY FLUFF AND MOMENTS AND CHILDREN AND WHATEVER. my heart literally melts

can someone pls write this ?!?!?!?!?!?!!!?! 😍🥰⭐️☀️😘🫃😻🤩🤨 I’m extremely lazy 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

#harry potter ootp #harry james potter #harry potter #harry x ginny #ginny weasley #romione #hinny #hermione fanfiction #draco x hermione #idk what to tag this as #movies #dramione

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sugismells · 2 years

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no background doodles cuz im extremely lazy rn

go white girl go!! 😍

#assassination classroom #assclass #ansatsu kyoushitsu #irina jelavic #art #my art #noxxie art???

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saturnxlust · 4 days

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Could you do just general hc for Habit/Evan w like a kinda hyper/energetic reader?? They could be sfw or nsfw… maybe both 😏😏😏. You can choose! Gn pls 🥺

Ty !!💜💚

Hmmmm….i reckon i shall😍😍🫵🫵

Habit x Energetic!Reader

Gn btw🫶🫶

Sfw

If your a demon???

YIPPEEE!!!!!

He can also be extremely hyper

You guys are like the most insane couple ever

Kinda the, holding hands and jumping in circles together

Omg vinny like actually hates you guys

He cant stand having 2 hyper people being erotic around him

Especially while hes trying to figure things out

Habit has the stamina of a bunny (not in that way😠😠👊👊)

He runs and runs and runs

And lets say you can do the same

Hes less grumpy because of how tired he gets from running

Feed this man a burger and hes out fucking cold what

But in the sense you arent like him, yk like a demon lmao

He gets annoyed faster and probably just kills you when he gets too mad💔

Its like dumb and dumber

You guys constantly give people headaches and grey hair

Finding it hilarious that vinny runs away when he see you two holding hands and buzzing with excitement

Nsfw

Time to get our 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴 on😝😝

He has stamina for so many rounds and oh boy if you do too

Hes fuckinf you all night babe

He drags out your orgasms as long as he can

“I know, i know you wanna cum but we have 5 more hours until sunride bunny!”

Cue a very loud and annoyed groan from you, not only does he drag them out but he makes you cum so much you could fill a fucking pool

Like what

Tbh he would fuck you even if you fall asleep

But erm im not into that so lets not focus on that🫶

“C’mon baby one more” he grunted as he slammed his hips into you for the thousandth time that night, pulling another orgasm from you as your legs shook, whimpering and panting as you grew even more sensitive, making his promise of the last time take longer as he seemed to relish in your overstimulation.

Yes without a doubt will fuck you all day

Lazy day where he doesnt have to kill people? Hes fucking you

Quickies dont exsist to this man

Theyre unheard of

Unfortunately for you that means you get little time to yourself

But i assume you dont mind since your literally dating a demon

If your also a demon he gets nasty with sex

Breaking the bed, the headboard

Punching the wall

Ripping the sheets

This man is feral while he has you pinned under him taking his dick oh so well

If your ripping up the sheets too (which you probably are to stabilize yourself) he gets a massive ego boost

You being down for multiple rounds has him creaming at the thought

Hes thought of you in many positions

Depending on how stretchy you are he might try to put you in some

Do not fret if you arent though! He will just resort to doggystyle

Not really a praise guy but will if your into it

Down to try anything with you unfortunately

#everymanhybrid x reader #habit emh #habit everymanhybrid #bad habit #everymanhybrid #i need him #give him to me #right now #🫶

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fatuismooches · 10 months

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i know i literally just sent an ask but i had shower thoughts ok you need to hear me out immediately (Not really) (but please)

So we see dottore in his.. fucking bird getup during the tatarasuna incident right???? if his plague doctor ass outfit is his modern one then did he just have a phase during the mond incidents???? do his clones have some sort of sentience???? YOU DONT UNDERSTAND I DONT GET IT WAS HYV JUST TOO LAZY TO GIVE US WEBTTORE CRUMBS IM CRYING IM SOBBING.... DOES HE PUT ALL HIS SEGMENTS INTO LITTLE OUTFITS TO SEPARATE THEM????? BUT THE LEAKS SHOW DIFFERENT MASKS FOR EACH OF THEM BUT THEY'RE ALL OF THE SAME STYLE SO??????? I DONT KNOW

you dont get it im crawling up the walls i need answers

and and and and then there's the fact hes Cool Calm and Collected™ during tatarasuna and hehehohohaha during the webtoon????? is that segment just like, extremely young?? (probably)

i need to know the dottore timeline in full this isnt funny he's my meow meow my babygirl even i need more information on him why is he in hyvs basement IM GOING INSANE - 🎈 AAAAAAA

IM HEARING U OUT IMMEDIATELY !!!! 😭 BRO I COMPLETELY UNDERSTAND I WOULD DO ANYTHING TO SEE WEBTTORE IN GAME

Well... from what I understand. The Tartarasuna Incident was about 400+ years ago, so Webttore is probably a stage in his life from before then. Perhaps the clone is from when he got expelled and just entered the Fatui, which could explain why Webttore acts like that. Brash, wild, loudly cocky... Prime probably died a bit inside when he cloned himself from that age and saw how he used to act and dress. He's glad he doesn't hehehoho anymore (he still has to listen to Webttore do that in the lab) We still don't know how old Dottore is exactly, nor how many years ago he was in the Akademiya, but I'm personally thinking he's quite old which explains the gap lol

I also need Dottore's full lore so badly 😭 He's genuinely so interesting and I want to know everything! The only thing we can hope is that he also has done terrible things in Fontaine so we can get a few crumbs on him 😍😓

#smooches talks #🎈 anon #i will never get over how robbed we were of webttore + other clothes #it makes me want to cry sometimes #webttore was so fine yall #both of them are my meow meow baby girls as well <3

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sleepingdeath-light · 1 year

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potato cookie smut hcs ; 18+

requested by ; 🐜 anon (30/05/23)

fandom(s) ; cookie run

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific

character(s) ; potato cookie

outline ; “🐜 anon here before your asks close im gonna throw this in here, get to this whenever you can no rush but potato cookie smut and relationship hcs? i just think hes 😍 ahaahaha hea a dilf i think if u could include his kids (i think they're his....?) in the relationship one thatd be great love your writing have a nice break!!”

warning(s) ; sexually explicit content, daddy kink, description of genitals

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

the ultimate service dominant — this man lives to please and he’s a damn sight better at it than he gives himself credit for

when it comes to oral, he prefers giving to receiving because he prioritises your pleasure so much that he struggles to even consider being pleasured without giving something in return

prefers to have you sat on his face, though, because he really enjoys the view and it allows you to have some semblance of control over the pace he uses with you

in terms of his dick: he is slightly shorter than average but he’s painfully thick — like ‘there’s no way that’s going in without some level of pain no matter how much prep/lube we use’ thick

has a mild size kink but it will only really appear in positions where he’s on top — and you won’t notice unless you’re paying particularly close attention to his expressions and his rambling

very quiet during sex but he does offer some commentary throughout that you’re just about able to hear: praise, encouragement and comments on how you look/feel/sound and how much he adores it

pretty vanilla and wouldn’t even dream of laying a hand on you — the farthest he’d go is a very light slap to your backside to tease you when you’re riding him but that’s about it

certainly wouldn’t be the one to propose it, but also wouldn’t be opposed to being called ‘daddy’ or any variations thereof (just don’t call him that in front of others, the poor man might just die of embarrassment)

loves seeing you in his clothes and on rare lazy mornings he has been known to make love to you when you’re wearing that and nothing else — riding it up your body to touch you where you want him but not taking it off because he loves the sight so much

if you try to flirt with/proposition him when he’s working he’s not going to pick up on it very well — he’s very distracted and is only really processing the surface level meaning of what you say because he’s so focused on work — so it would take you practically jumping him for him to get the hint

but he’s far from opposed to outdoor sex so he wouldn’t turn you down once he’s picked up on what you’re really after

he’s a bit of a traditionalist and prefers missionary and associated positions above all else — but riding and sex on your sides do both have their place and he isn’t above admitting it

enjoys overstimulating you but it’s extremely cautious and tends to stop after two or three climaxes as he doesn’t want to push you too far or cause you any pain

if you’re able to menstruate, then he’s not turned off by it and if sex/orgasms help you out during that time then he’s happy to do his part — just hates seeing you in pain in general and will do anything he can to minimise it

no matter how vanilla and soft he is, this man always insists on doing some proper aftercare with energising foods, bathroom breaks, a relaxing bath and a thorough conversation to make sure that you enjoyed yourself as much as he did

kisses you a lot in general, but he goes from a ten to an eleven during aftercare — like no inch of your body will go unloved and un-kissed so long as he has a say

#sleepingdeath #🐜 anon #gender neutral reader #minors dni #minors fuck off #smut #smut hcs #cookie run smut #cookie run x reader #cro smut #cro x reader #potato cookie x reader #potato cookie smut

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lorircreates · 1 year

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Hii 🥰

So in honor of World Yoga Day. I wanted to ask do your MC‘s and or OC‘s practice any type of sports?

If yes which one and why?

Hi! Sorry to take so long to answer. I started re-reading my OCs' profiles to answer, had an idea to answer with moodboards and got sidetracked 😅

I didn't know there was a world yoga day. That's so cool! If I knew it sooner, I would've properly celebrated the occasion by going back to my yoga sessions. Oh well... Maybe next week 😁

Anyway... to answer your ask, most of my OCs aren't super into sports. Some of them do yoga (Evelyn, Natasha) or go to the gym (Evelyn, Veronica, Samantha) sometimes whenever they try to adopt a healthier lifestyle, but they rarely stick to the plan for more than six months lol

But among the lazy ones, one of them managed to go from extremely lazy to slightly healthier:

Daphne Wang-Foredale:

Daphne grew up dancing because she wanted to be an opera singer/actress like her mother, so she took ballet and jazz classes. When she became Viscountess Foredale, she started learning ballroom dancing and loved it. She also practiced tennis for a while, but didn't like it. She only played because her grandmother insisted. As she grew older and eventually realized junk food and mopping on the couch wouldn't do her any good, she started taking contemporary dance classes three times per week and returned to ballroom dance classes once a week with Hamid.

I have two OCs who have been into sports and being fit most of their lives:

Alisha Hastings:

Alisha grew up dancing ballet. She was enchanted by the Sleeping Beauty ballet play she watched with her mother and grandmother in Paris and begged to start dancing ballet. Over the years, she learned a bit more about Indian culture and started yoga. She loves it and practices every day (20 min after waking up + 15 min before going to bed). During her years studying at Le Cordon Bleu, n classmate invited her to an aerial dance class. She thought it was fun and practices twice per week (or whenever her schedule allows).

Jade Bourbon-Rys:

The Queen Consort of Cordonia is an authentic fitness freak and has a very strict training routine: Jogging (1h)+ Dancing or Swimming (1h) + Crossfit or MMA (1h) six times per week. This routine was created with the help of her personal trainer to get her in shape right after she got engaged to Liam and she kept it after getting married because exercising helps reducing stress and her compulsive behavior. In high school, Jade was on track team and though she had an unstable life since her mother passed away, every now and then she went jogging because she does feel better while running.

Bonus (not a Choices OC, but adding just because I love her 😍)

Stella Lovejoy:

Stella grew up practicing dancing (mainly ballet and jazz) as prep work for what she really loved: figure skating. For a while, she believed she would be an athlete, but after an accident during practice, surgeries and a long recovery process to walk again, she left her childhood dream behind and switched to swimming (I forgot to add it to her moodboard 🫣) and boxing to build leg muscles and strength. She still practices both whenever she has some spare time.

Thanks for the ask, dear!

I wish you a great weekend and happy July 😘

#lori answers #peonierose #ocs ask #alisha hastings #daphne wang #jade bourbon #stella lovejoy

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vannahfanfics · 11 months

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Hello it’s Sel. I would like to get Naruto ultimate match up:)

So I’m 18 years old, short, sporty girl with black hair and Asian features. I have and love tattoos and obsessed with gym and sports. I never wear skirts and dresses, my style is a 24/7 sportswear.

I’m extremely introverted and I’m a very bad commutator, I never start the conversation first, it’s really hard to become my friend. People always assume that I’m mean or arrogant by the way I look (because of my 24/7 resting b*tch face😅) but my close ones know that I’m a very funny and kind person. My personality type is ISTP.

So my positive character traits are only for those ones who I trust and like. I’m a very adventurous and spontaneous person. I really love risky and dangerous situations. I’m literally not scared of anything, the only thing I’m scared of is uncertainty about the future .I’m very loyal, I’m ready to do anything for my close ones and I expect them to be as selfless for me it’s really important . I really enjoy traveling, one of my dreams is to live in 5 different countries. I already moved from my home country to Europe. I like learning about different countries and cultures, that’s why I really like history, I love reading about the old events, legends and myths. Really enjoy watching documentaries about criminals. I want to be a sport manager, but if I never liked sports I would’ve been a police officer or detective. In Naruto world I would definitely be a Kunoichi it’s a perfect work for me😍 I’m completely not a lovey-dovey person, and I never express my love with words, it’s pointless and childish for me. I can be totally cold with my closest people with expressing emotions and feelings , but they know that I love and care because I show it with my acts. The only soft spot that I have is animals😩 I feel like a little kid with them, I have a dog and I literally treat him like he’s my baby(because he is🥺) And I hate with passion people who don’t care about animals. I used to be a horse rider until I broke my leg, but I still adore horses and one day I’ll come back. Maybe I’m a cold person but I need an opposite, maybe it’s a little bit selfish but I hate when people are cold with me. I don’t like intrusive people, but someone who’s more communicative and easier than me. I’m a very confident person, but I always expect more from myself and other people. Also I don't like being lazy and wasting time, I'm always worrying that I'm wasting my free time for nothing

So now about my negative traits😅 I’m too straightforward, I don’t think that it’s a bad trait but sometimes the truth turns out too rude. I often offend people without noticing it, but not intentionally, I know that if not me no one’s going to tell them the truth. I’m very short-tempered, I think that’s my main problem. I have anger issues, that’s why I was a trouble child in school and always was arguing and fighting with everyone😂 Now I’m more mature and calm but I’m still getting easily annoyed. I have a crazy mood swings, maybe I’m often unbothered and cold but sometimes i can be really loud. But anyways I can’t stand too childish, silly and immature people, I had friends like this and I always felt like I’m their mom. But good sense of humor is important to me. Sometimes I hide my emotions and how I feel because I don’t want to look weak, it’s a very bad habit. But I’m always here for people when they need to talk about their problems, people say that I could’ve been a good psychologist. I have very good intuition but sometimes I’m too judgmental and pessimistic

Sport is number one thing in my life. I love football, I play and watch it, I love boxing and can spend hours in the gym. I run in the mornings and trying to have healthy lifestyle. For me, my men, it’s extremely important him to be as sporty and active as me, one of my dreams is to exercise and train with my partner. I want him to be attractive, tall and have a good body. What I’m looking for in a guy: being very smart and mature, should accept me with my coldness and straightforwardness, being fun and spontaneous, more easygoing and communicative than me. He should be really understanding and know how to calm me down. I can be too picky 😂 He should be interesting and always ready for adventures:) In my life work and career will always be a number one thing, I don’t dream about marriage or something but I would love to have someone who will share my interest, who will teach me new things in life. So I think that’s it :) Thank you in advance🫶🏻

So sorry for the delay in getting this to you, but at last, here is your match-up! I've been dealing with some gnarly writer's block off and on for the last few months, amidst the endless struggle of medical school, but I seem to be getting my groove back and was thus finally able to make some time (and brainpower LOL) to write this up for you. Thanks again for commissioning, and also for being so patient! So, let's dive right in, shall we?

I match you with...

Kiba Inuzuka from Naruto!

This one wasn't a hard one for me, LOL; it wasn't long into your vignette before I was just like "Oh, this is Kiba all the way!" I've got lots of reasons why I think he's the best fit for you, so without further ado, let's get to the analysis!:

First and foremost, you're the kind of girl that'll catch Kiba's attention! He loves sporty girls; their personalities and interests tend to match well with his, making for a good basis to build a relationship. Plus, he thinks sportswear is so sexy. He's happy to see you all dolled up, of course, but he thinks you're just as striking in sportswear and lowkey prefers it. What can I say? The man knows what he likes LOL!

Your introversion and R.B.F. might put off other suitors, but not Kiba. If anything, he respects a girl with a 'tude, so he's not afraid of approaching a girl who looks like she might rip him to pieces just for trying to start a conversation! He knows that a lot of times these brusque personas conceal a much kinder, softer person, so he doesn't take first impressions at face value. He's more than happy to take the time to get to know the real you—and, as I mentioned before, the two of you have tons in common!

Just like you, Kiba is adventurous and spontaneous; really, can you look at this guy and not instantly think "thrill-seeker"? He thinks your aspiration to live in so many different places and immerse yourself in different places is dope as hell. He's not stricken with wanderlust to your extent, but he's always keen to try or experience new things, so he's totally down for the ride. Admittedly, he's always found history and such pretty boring; but with you, it would be different. The zeal with which you seek and share various histories, myths, and legends is enough to spark his own interest, at least enough to happily let you gush about the things you learned with him and, as your relationship deepens, go out of his way to find things that you might find interesting. If it's something that puts a smile on your face, it could never be boring to Kiba! You're a little more up his alley with your interest in criminal justice, though. The man loves true crime; he could sit around watching television dramatizations and true crime shows for days. It just intrigues him, the way the perpetrators and investigators both think, and the shit they can do with science to solve seemingly unsolvable cases? Awesome!

Kiba is also fiercely loyal and selfless when it comes to those he cares about. It is also a quality he values highly in his significant other—just another reason that you two mesh so well. It's his loyalty that helps him deal with your apparent aloofness. One way in which Kiba differs from you is his readiness to express his feelings and affections; he's like a big puppy, desperate to be close as often as possible and always very open with how he feels. His primary love language is physical touch, so expect tons of cuddles and P.D.A. (to your comfort level, of course; he'd never overstep your boundaries!). Words of affirmation are his secondary love language, so it does admittedly baffle him at first when he finds that you aren't as open with your affections and, as you put it, even cold. The good thing is that Kiba is actually one to readily communicate with his partner, despite his outward gruffness, and he wouldn't sit on his unease for long before bringing it to your attention. Unfortunately, he's not the best when it comes to reading people, so he wouldn't be able to just pick up on the fact that you communicate more through your actions; he'd need you to tell him outright. Once you do, though, all is good! He's quick on the uptake and will soon be able to read the thought and care behind your actions with ease. :)

Kiba even shares some of your "negative" traits, such as being too straightforward. The man does not have a filter; he says what comes to his mind, and this can often come off as rude to other people. A lot of times, Kiba's trying to be rude because he doesn't take bullshit well XD Kiba also has his fair share of anger issues; he was a straight-up hellion of a kid, getting into fights and rebelling against authority. Like you, he's also chilled out as he's aged and matured, but not completely. You two would inevitably butt heads, passionate and hot-headed as the two of you can be. Don't sweat that, though! Kiba's always the first one to apologize. If he feels things are getting too heated, he's quick to step away before things spiral out of control; as soon as his head clears, he regrets fighting with you immediately and will slink back with his tail between his legs to beg your forgiveness, whether he was in the wrong or not. He always comes back with a gift of some sort—flowers, chocolates, something you like—but not to make his apology seem more genuine. He just wants to express his regret in every way possible and show you how much you mean to him!

Sportswear isn't the only reason that Kiba loves sporty girls, LOL. Kiba's a sporty guy, and he wants a gal that can keep up with him! He's into all manners of sports, but getting roughed up and dirty playing rugby or some other intense contact sport is his bread and butter. As one can imagine, he lives a very healthy lifestyle as well, one that includes many hours in the gym. You've definitely found a gym buddy in him! Whatever kind of exercise you like to partake in, whether that's running or weights or kickboxing, Kiba's down for it! He's just happy to spend time with you. :)

Finally, it goes without saying that Kiba loves animals, especially dogs. Literally, he won't date anyone who doesn't like dogs and animals in general; it's a huge part of his life, and he ain't givin' Akamaru up for nobody. You think your dog is a baby now? Wait until Kiba comes around. Your pooch is gonna end up rotten, just like Akamaru is!

I wanna circle back to the only point of real contention that would exist in your relationship: the fact that the two of you can get a little testy. Kiba's not exactly the most easygoing guy, but he is more communicative than appearance and personality would suggest, which is why I stand by matching him with you. I just wanted to delve deeper into that and illustrate through a scenario how good of a communicator Kiba is despite the occasional hiccup:

The two of you will spat. It's inevitable, given your personalities, and what couple is sunshine and rainbows 100% of the time? However, despite his combativeness, Kiba doesn't argue for the sake of arguing, especially not with his significant other. If he argues, it's because it's something he is very staunch about. However, Kiba will really dig in his heels and, after a point, refuse to see logic or reason.

As I previously mentioned, however, Kiba will never let a fight get too intense. He can recognize when things are heating up to a dangerous and unproductive degree, and when it hits that threshold, he just walks away. The last thing he wants is for him to say something that will seriously hurt you just because he's angry, or, heavens forbid, actually hurt you because he's just so riled up. So, regardless of if you're egging it on or not, he'll tell you that he's leaving to go clear his head, and then go do just that.

Kiba takes drives to come down from his anger, and he doesn't sit there stewing and trying to justify himself; he just mindlessly wanders, refusing to entertain any thoughts about your argument until he's of sound mind again—and then the regret hits him like a freight train. Of course it does. He doesn't enjoy arguing with you because he knows it hurts you, and he hates being the source of any pain for you. Justifying his stance in the fight is still the furthest thing for his mind, but now it's because he's desperate to make amends and show you that you're far more important to him then whatever silly debate the two of you were having.

It could be the middle of the day or the middle of the night; it doesn't matter. Kiba's gonna find something that he can buy that you like to show you that he cares. The man'll pick wildflowers off the roadside if he has to. He'll make sure to give you plenty of time to cool off yourself, and he'll always check to make sure that you're okay with him turning up at your door before doing so. If you're not ready, he'll wait until you are; pushing you doesn't exactly show that he cares, and he knows that despite how desperate he is to apologize. If there's a certain way that he knows to help you calm down without inciting your frustration again, he'll definitely do so.

Speaking of apologizing, as soon as you're face-to-face, that's what he's doing. You won't even be able to get a word out before apologies are tumbling from his mouth like a waterfall, and they're completely genuine. He doesn't want to manipulate you or make himself look good; he's genuinely sorry that he let things progress to that point and that he hurt you by arguing with you. Whether you forgive him or not, he just wants you to know that! He knows how important communication is to you, and he dropped the ball this time. He'll do better—and he honestly does! The further your relationship progresses, the more he learns about the way you think, and the better he gets at broaching topics that can cause tension. It takes him time, but he does his best to communicate in the way you need him to.

He's so earnest to make things right that he honestly forgets why you got in a spat in the first place. He won't even let the matter be brought up again until the both of you are completely good. Again, you're far more important to him than anything else could be!

Finally, here's the drabble that is included as part of the Tier III match-up! Given how sports are a big thing for both of you, I decided to do something related to that. Here's the two of you playing some good old-fashioned rough-and-tough backyard American football!:

"Are you sure that you want to do tackle instead of two-hand touch? I know your girl is tough, Kiba, but she's still the only girl here."

"Can it, Naruto," Kiba scoffs at the perturbed blond, and you're caught between feeling bad for the guy for simply trying to be considerate and feeling a surge of pride at your boyfriend's unwavering confidence in you. Kiba throws one arm around your shoulders while the other holds up his hand for him to flip Naruto off. "My girl will be tackling your pathetic asses to the ground, not the other way around. Bet."

"Okay, okay, jeez! You don't gotta be such an ass about it," Naruto grumbles, half-heartedly returning Kiba's vulgar gesture before stooping over to scoop the scuffed, well-worn football up from the grassy ground.

"I'm actually on Naruto's team, remember?" you giggle as Kiba presses a kiss and a self-satisfied sneer into your temple. "So I'll be tackling your pathetic ass to the ground."

"Ohoho?" he laughs as he pulls back to cock a brow at your blatant challenge. "You won't even be able to tackle my dust, babe." When Naruto calls for you to get in position, he gives you a gentle push—one hard enough to get you moving, but gentle enough not to be a forceful shove. You stick your tongue out at him over your shoulder as you walk to where Naruto squats in front of Lee, preparing to hike the ball. Shikamaru lounges on the left flank, looking like he would literally rather be anywhere else; he probably does, but Naruto never fails to entice him into participating in their weekly football match with the promise of free ramen. As you stroll toward the right side, you are keenly aware of Kiba watching your every move. You're wearing the purple-and-black spandex joggers, matching racerback tee, and black sports bra that never fails to leave his eyes glued to you—and you may have done so deliberately, knowing that you'd be playing on the opposite team as him today. He's so engrossed in you and the sexy sportswear that hugs your body that he doesn't register Naruto calling out the play until the last second, just in time for the blond to hike the ball to Lee and then take off at blinding speed for the endzone.

Meanwhile, you race to your agreed-upon position on the right side of the field, ready to receive the ball if Lee can't get a direct shot at Naruto. Sure enough, Choji comes barreling toward Lee with full intent of bringing him down where he stands, and the ravenet begins frantically searching for someone to lob the ball at before he's brought down by two hundred pounds of raw power.

"Lee! Over here!" you shout and wave your arms above your head.

Lee wastes no time in responding to you, throwing the ball in your direction in the split second before Choji tackles him to the ground. You lithely trot backward as you track the ball's arc, following it until it drops right into your waiting hands—no, Kiba's!

"Later, babes." Kiba steals a kiss on your cheek before darting toward the opposite side of the field, leaving you in a stunned stupor. You quickly recover from his sneaky interception, shaking your head vigorously to get it back in the game before charging after him with a yowl. There's no way that you can live down such an insult, and the desperation of avoiding his grandstanding pours energy into your body; you catch up to him five yards outside of the endzone and all but fling yourself at him with a desperate cry.

Kiba yelps in alarm when you slam into his back and wrap both your arms around his middle to drag him kicking and flailing to the ground. In his wrestle to escape your grip, the ball slips from his arms and tumbles to the ground. Howls of "Fummmmmmblllllleee!" fill the air, followed by hoots of laughter and wolf whistles. Hardly surprising, considering that you somehow ended up straddling Kiba in your chaotic grappling.

"Hey," you puff as you sit atop him, chest heaving with ragged breaths and one hand splayed across his own, which was doing the same. The other raked through your hair to pull it out of your flushed, sweat-sheened face.

"Hey," he huffs back with a blank expression. It quickly twists into a sneer, and he winds his arms loosely around your waist. "That was a hell of a tackle."

"I told you that I'd put your pathetic ass on the ground," you tease with a wheezy laugh, admittedly still a bit breathless from your feverish sprint.

Kiba just hums, his fingers tracing idle patterns on the skin revealed from where your tank top was bunched above your hip bone. After a second, though, he tips his head back and shouts down the field, "And you losers wanted to play two-hand touch!"

"Yeah, yeah, we get it," comes Shikamaru's unimpressed drawl. "Are you gonna get up, or did she take you outta commission with that tackle?"

"I ain't outta commission," Kiba gripes back, then looks up at you with gleaming eyes. "I'm just enjoyin' the view~"

You roll your eyes at his flirty remark, but a smile tugs at your lips despite yourself. Just like your heartstrings do when Kiba nods his chin at you in a clear request for a kiss—and, naturally, you indulge him. You hold your hair out of your face as you lean down over him to press your mouth to his own in a sweet but lingering kiss. Not lingering enough, you note with a giggle when you retreat to find Kiba pouting up at you, clearly displeased at only getting one smooch—and a short one, by his standards.

"If you want more, you'll have to catch me~" you chime as you climb off of him and to your feet. As you brush blades of grass from your clothes, Kiba rolls over and hops to his feet; you brush a few grass bits from his tee shirt with a pretty smile, then whirl on your heel to begin flouncing back to your teammates. You don't make it far before Kiba is rushing up behind you to envelop you in a hug, and you squeal as he lifts you off the ground and whirls you around.

"Caught you," he grins before peppering your face and hair with kisses. You giggle and shriek as you wiggle in his hold.

"That's not what I meant, and you know it!"

"Oh, well, too bad. That's how I took it," comes his rumbling reply, and it is followed by another attack of kisses. Unfortunately for the rest of the boys, the game of football is put on hold as Kiba devotes himself to showering you with affection. Oh, well... Kiba was going to lose to you anyway!

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simplyanotherartist · 2 years

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Heya! I just wanted to say i love your blog, especially the art and the setup, my question was how long have you been a Fan of Ducktales? I just started getting into last week, so I was just wondering, Cause you seem super passionate about the show which i love 😍🤘 also Who is your favorite character and why?

First off, thank you so much!

Next; I think I've been a DT17 fan for maybe two years now(maybe a little under?). I remember that when I first started watching it, the show was practically over and there was only a good handful of episodes left. Gonna be honest though... I still haven't watched all of them XD. Some of them are just straight filler chapters though and I mainly stuck to the ones that advanced the story and plotline, but I'm planning to binge through it all soon enough(eventually).

As for my favorite character? Louie. 100%, never gonna change(unless we count the OC's I have planned for my future large DT17 fic which I will have comics and animations for as well :))

Louie is the most relatable character to me, not only because he's openly honest about his laziness and greed, but he's also the most vulnerable and emotional. He's the most human character because he has emotions that are strong and issues that he has a hard time dealing with and understanding, but he hides it behind his lazy and uncaring façade. Louie is the character that secretly cares and is easily hurt, but he never shows it to others. His issues with Della were the main selling point for me(extremely relatable) and he became my favorite comfort character.

It makes me feel bad then when I can't stop writing whump about him:D

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kaylove-989 · 7 months

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Youre a beautiful sight 😍 hows your day been?

Extremely lazy..

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eggluttony · 1 year

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Eggman wants to keep below the weight limit he sets for himself and knows it's important so he can remain agile enough to work and do his schemes. But I love to imagine that, if it wasn't for his robots helping to keep his diet and weight in check as much as possible and how his hard work keeps him busy and active enough to spend hours without eating at times and help him get at least a decent amount of exercise even when he's not keeping up with workouts- he'd be absolutely massive and morbidly obese.

I like to think he has very little self control and restraint around food on his own even despite his will to not gain too much, though there's often a lot of confliction in him over that too as he hates keeping a stricter diet and harsher exercise routine for it to be effective. The idea of him always being just so close to just slipping and going off the deep end to become a greedy slobby morbidly obese fatass and barely keeping it together without outside help, even despite his desire to not let himself get too fat because he'd find he wouldn't be able to help himself drives me crazy hfjdbdkfksbf 😍

I imagine that before he had any of his assistance robots as he was without any for years in the games, he had all the most unhealthy habits he has now but without any help to keep it controlled. So he'd commonly keep excessively overstocked fridges super close to all his beds and was unable to leave it alone, eating from it constantly day and night whenever he was in there. He'd have late night binges where he'd just almost clear out the entire fridge by gorging on everything in sight and only stopped when he'd pass out in a food coma with a huge overstuffed belly, waking up fatter and fatter all the time.

He eventually noticed he was becoming increasingly greedy, lazy and gluttonous and got a little worried by how addictive it was becoming and how huge he was getting. So when he programmed his first close assistance robot, SA-55, he made him help with dietary and exercising needs but just like how he'd go too extreme on the levels of sass that pissed him off in game, he also used to offend him a lot with his too harsh comments on what he was eating and his weight gain and he was very sensitive towards it. Orbot and Cubot have this coded into them too but to a less harsh degree.

His robots don't always get through to him effectively about his weight with his stubbornness, denial, obliviousness, etc. But they always manage to step in and help him out with diet and exercise in some ways so he doesn't go extremely overboard.

Aside from that, another thing that keeps him from going off the rails is how often he's working. Sometimes he even gets so sucked into prioritizing his work and schemes that he actually goes hours without eating without realizing. All his robots have to do after that is prevent him from heavily binging when he's finally done, which can be hard when he wants a big celebratory meal for his hard work but they often just about manage to control it enough for it to not do too much damage, much to his chagrin.

But when he has too easy of access to food and enough free time left to his own devices, he'll find that he just eats and eats and eats constantly, almost non-stop when it becomes a big binge. Just plate after plate, meal after meal, snack after snack, sometimes mindlessly and uncontrollably. He just loves relaxing with a big heavy stuffed belly proceeding him, rubbing and patting it and feeling it get bigger and firmer as he keeps forcing in more, he can't help but get lost in the pleasure and bliss. But even when his gut is so heavy and swollen full it aches and he's groaning about how it hurts, he'll often still reach for a little more

While he hates having his diet and exercise controlled in any amount by his robots and enjoys his days off of work, it's a good thing his robots are there and he doesn't get too many days off, otherwise he'd be absolutely huge by now hehe. His barely contained gluttony and laziness makes him so easy to be teased for his weight as he becomes a grumpy flustered blushing mess but also so easy to be pinned down and fed as even if he tries to resist, he quickly gives in and moans and sighs at the pleasurable feeling of his fat belly being filled up and expanded and it's too easy for him gain tons of weight

Without the little things holding him back, he'd be and unrestrained huge slobby greedy fatass with how much he loves to eat, no matter how much he tries to resist it and deny it 😍

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