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phynewrites · 2 years

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Potatoes were so much cheaper in the earlier times. Vegetables nowadays cost more than a gold bangle. Such are the changes in the world nowadays.

Hero walked across the busy streets of the markets, unused to the harrowing population of the modern world. One moment, she was at her death bed driven by old age, back at a time people would call ‘ancient’ and concepts of Heroes and Villains were not yet clear. The next thing she knew, she was back in her younger body in the ‘present-day.’

No one understood how it happened. She came along with [Superhero A], [Superhero B], and [Hero B]. The three of them came from close timelines, Hero from a later period from them. A generation of superheroes, back when those words did not yet exist.

They were not the only ones who arrived. In the middle of the city lay a mysterious cube that no one seems to recognize. People were alarmed, but the ‘global agency of superheroes’ (or whatever it is called) doesn’t seem to take notice. Being the heroes they are, coupled with their impatient personalities, [Superhero A and B] wanted to take matters into their own hands. They approached the mysterious cube, only to be greeted by a gatekeeper. A dark slim figure with no distinguishable facial features aside from its purple glowy eyes. It mentioned something about players, elimination, merits, and lifelines. From then on, they called it ‘The forbidden game.’ They don’t know if heroes from other eras and generations spawned with them. Right now, that is Hero’s job. First, to ensure that [Hero B] is safe while she is unconscious, and to coordinate with other spawned heroes on what needs to be done.

There is not a single hour that her tasks don’t go through her head. Adapting to the present day occupied some of her worries too. Passing through a cafe, her thoughts were cut abruptly by a voice.

“Hero?”

Another hero spawned? Could it be someone she knew and someone who could help them? She quickly jerked her head in the direction of the caller. There stood a lone man on the cafe table with a chess board. He smiled at her for a moment while she looked at him confused.

He propped his elbows on the table and rested his chin on his interlaced fingers. “Ah, you turned around. That must mean I wasn’t mistaken.”

This person caught her attention now. Moving towards the table, she asked “Excuse me? Do I know you?”

The man seemed shocked at first but quickly recovered. “Oh, right. I think you do. You’ve heard of me. You know my best friend and my cousin, who also happens to be my nemesis.”

He gestured his hand on the empty chair across his table. Something inside Hero’s mind is battling. The logical side says not to trust this man, but the curious side wanted to play along. This person knows her, and perhaps he knows more about this situation. She could extract some information from him. That was her role right now.

She sat on the empty chair and rested the groceries she held on the floor. She flashed a playful smile. “Thanks a lot. Can you be vaguer? I’m really enjoying this guessing game.”

The man chuckled and held out his forefinger. “My cousins are [Superhero B and C]. I am the eldest.” he seemed so proud.

And Hero’s playful smile was gone. “Wait, You’re Villain!” She remembers it now. That picture in the tapestry of the museum. She heard it from the tales and the history lessons other ‘heroes’ would give her. The historic war that waged between Villain and the brothers, [Superhero B and C]. A war between relatives.

Hero’s guard was up. She sat straight, looking directly at Villain who was surprisingly arranging the chess pieces. He was also smiling. It was not a grin nor a grimace, but that of genuine happiness. Still, Hero wouldn’t let her guard down. She knew better.

“Black or White?” Villain asked.

“What?”

“Black or White?”

“For what purpose?” That was a dumb question, she thought.

Snapping his fingers in delight, Villain said “Come on! With what’s happening today we might as well find a little joy in what we have right now. Indulge me in-”

“No.” She interrupted sternly. “We know what happened the last time you challenged someone to a game.” That was how the war started. Villain tricked the brothers into a game. They thought it was just a playful family sport, but Villain took this opportunity to get back at them. Villain asked his sidekick to rig the game so that it would appear that the brothers were undeserving of their power. The brothers were framed for killing one of Villain’s brothers at the onset of the sport. Villain manipulated people to banish the brothers because of their ‘violence’ and ‘lack of control.’ Either the people were stupid, or he had mad charisma. Majority agreed. All of their belongings, kingdom, and riches, were given to Villain. Of course, there were those who believed the superhero brothers were innocent and supported them. After several years, a war broke out because the brothers wanted to seek justice. Villain was killed, and on his last breath, he confessed.

It was hard to picture that this person sitting across from Hero is that same person. So Bubly, so cheerful, as if he hadn’t done something so dreadful to his own family.

He blinked. “Okay. Understood.”

Huh? What is happening? For a second thought, Hero thought she was terribly mistaken. This person is entirely different from her idea of Villain. Maybe this one is an imposter? He does bear a resemblance to that tapestry, but the picture was so old! Yet she clings to the knowledge that this person knows her. Come to think of it, he existed before her. How could he know her? Is it possible that information was supplemented about future events?

In fact, yes! She remembers getting glimpses of the events that unfolded in the years after her, the relevant events she needed to know. Of course, it was overwhelming and the reason why she is still adapting, but it was possible. It’s possible for someone in the past to know someone in the future if they spawned in this time frame as well. One thing was clear: She needs to keep her guard up always.

Villain cut her thoughts abruptly by saying “Would you rather help me with this instead?” Hero glanced down at the table. The chessboard was gone and was replaced by a giant platter of lobsters, crabs, shellfish, and shrimp. Villain happily gestured to a waitress and said, “A plate for her please!”

“Huh?” Hero was so lost in her thoughts that it took her enough time to process Villain, the seafood platter in front of him, and the waitress arranging a plate and multiple utensils in front of her. She didn’t even see anyone drop that platter before. She thanked the lady and looked at Villain intently, asking him what is happening through her gaze alone.

Villain caught her message and sighed. “Look. I ordered it and just realized that it's good for three people.”

“But we’re only two.” That’s the second stupid thing she said this day.

“That’s quite fine. I have quite the appetite but I’m not really sure if I can finish this,” Villain said while taking the liberty to fill her plate up. Hero stared at it. This is her first time tasting seafood in this kind of cuisine. It was too damn tempting, so she reminded herself that she needs to keep watch for his hidden motives. She took the table knife and began to slice the pieces of seafood on her plate carefully.

Villain hadn’t said anything else, and it was incredibly awkward for Hero to share a table with him like this. Striking a conversation is better than remaining here in silence, so she asked “So, about the game.”

Villain looked up, mouth full. “You want to? Black or white?”

Hero scoffed and waved her hand. “No, I don’t mean that.” She pointed behind Villain, in the direction of the mysterious cube that was barely visible because of their distance. “That!”

He didn’t have to look behind to know what she meant. “Oh, that. What about that?”

“Aren’t you going to participate?” Nobody said that spawned heroes and villains of past generations needed to participate. However, most would get the sense that joining would at least give some answers to why they were alive again. Had she not been instructed by [Superhero A and B], she would have joined too.

Villain shook his head. His face became a little bit more serious. A little bit. “Nah. I would rather stay here and try to live the remaining years of my life.”

Her blinked. She thought it was a good answer. Before she could ask anything more, she popped one of the sliced lobster into her mouth. The flavor melted on her tongue. “This is delicious! I’ve never had anything like it!” She said, perhaps a little too enthusiastically. It was the first time that day that she smiled genuinely in front of Villain.

He slapped his knee and laughed. “I know right!” he said, leaning back into his chair comfortably. “Had food like this existed before I would’ve just requested my cousins to bring me some and I would’ve immediately called off the war!” He said, arms wide open and grinning like an idiot. He thinks it’s a brilliant joke, jesting about his horrible deeds. It made Hero laugh.

“Who knew that the biggest war in the history of this city could have been prevented by seafood,” she said. At least it’s a better reputation than being known as the sole reason why the family fought.

“And Chocolate!” he yelled happily. “You should try this stuff. Hello, Waiter!” He waved his arms around a little too excitedly that the motion looks as if it was flapping along the breeze. He pointed to the menu in his hand and said “Can you add this special lava cake to my order.”

The waiter smiled giddily. “Of course sir, wonderful! For your missus?”

The water that was supposed to go down through Hero’s throat shot back up from the shock, and she had to excuse herself in front of the two. She covered her face while trying to keep it straight. She also thought [Superhero D] would not like that at all.

The waiter, who seems incapable of reading between the lines, didn’t let go of his giddy smile. Villain’s eyes widened, but he was the first to recover. He laughed and glanced at the waiter. “Oh… no, she is a distant relative. Second cousin, I think? I lost track.”

The waiter dropped his giddy smile and replaced it with a casual one. “Oh, sorry. I will be right back.”

Once he’s gone, Hero regained her composure, sitting straight, legs crossed, hands intertwined and resting on the table. “Ehem, I will pretend I did not hear that.”

“Me too,” Villain said. He stuck his fork in the lobster. “So, how about you? You’re not participating?”

Back into business, extracting information. It appears I’m not the only one who wants to know something, or is he asking out of curiosity? Hero thought. This pushed her back to reality quickly, after the casual things that she and Villain had talked about.

“No. [Superhero A and B] already participated. The four of us spawned in the same place.”

“So, there’s two of you here, and the two of them there?”

Crap! Have I given too much information? Hero tried to read Villain’s expression. Surprisingly, he doesn’t seem to hint a speck of malice in the question, just curiosity. Still, she needs to be careful.

“Yes.”

“Why didn’t you all join?”

“The 4th one is incapacitated to participate.” Hero is a bad liar, so what she does is cover up some of the details that hadn’t been asked, such as who the fourth one is, [Hero B]. She is very dear to [Superhero A and B], and they would kill Hero if she placed her in a situation of danger, especially the man who was the Villain of their timeline.

“And, you’re sort of looking after them?” Villain asked.

“Not really.” Hero didn’t know what to reply. His constant asking was making her feel uneasy. Fortunately, he seemed to let the topic go when he said: “I’ve heard your archnemesis participated. My connections tell me they saw her enter the cube.”

“My archnemesis?” Hero didn’t really consider anyone her archnemesis.

Villain sighed. “[Supervillain A]’s sister. The one who tried to hit on [Superhero D].”

Hero drank a glass of water. “Ah!” she said without a hint of emotion. “Her.” [Superhero D] and [Supervillain A] were the greatest adversaries during Hero’s time. She worked as [Superhero D]’s partner in everything, from hero duties to their personal lives and love. They were dear to each other. [Supervillain A] and his sister were like that too, and the fight that happened between them was parallel, except [Supervillain A] was obliterated by [Superhero D] and his sister got away. Hero didn’t get the chance to finish her off. It was interesting that she was here.

There was another interesting thing he said. Connections. Who are his connections? Hero was right, she could get information from Villain because he has connections.

“I don’t need to worry about that. [Superhero A and B] are there anyway. Whether [Superhero D] arrives or not, they’ll get her,” Hero said.

Villain scoffed. “Pfft, so much confidence.”

She scoffed back. “You, of all people, know how they are in battle.” Villain shrugged his shoulders, unbothered, and didn’t say anything back.

It’s Hero’s turn to ask a question. “Going back, what do you mean a while ago, about staying here and living life?”

Villain looked up at her, with the same seriousness he showed when he told her about this earlier. He dropped his utensils and crossed his arms, resting them on the table.

“Well, getting back here, every one of us had culture shock.” Every one of Us. Who is us?

Hero didn’t interrupt him from his story though. “I didn’t know how to act then, I just went along with what people were doing, lest I want them to think I’m crazy. Unlike you, I spawned along so I needed to fumble my way around before meeting the others.” The others! Who are they? Curiosity is brewing in Hero but still, she did not interrupt.

“I went to the tourist spots! The places I lived in which is drastically different right now. I snuck into movies, listened to street performers, eat food!” he spread his arms, gesturing to the platter that they had reduced to mere shells and skins. There was a twinkle of wonder in his eyes that Hero couldn’t explain.

“Then I realized, I’ve never been that happy. All that time, I looked at my cousins and they were always so happy. I was miserable. I thought that if I have what they had, I would be as happy as them. I thought they were just too strong. I couldn’t get what they have. I couldn’t be happy.” Villain’s head drooped a little as if pondering his previous actions.

He looked back at her, regaining the twinkle he had a while ago. “But, this second life thought me that I was looking for it in the wrong place, trying to get it in the wrong way. I think I have the right way now, and I intend to keep it that way.”

Hero blinked, unsure what to say. Above all, she was conflicted and a myriad of feelings was brewing in her stomach. Suspicion, because she was uncertain whether she could trust him if he was telling the truth. She wanted to believe that he is a changed man, but she only just met him. He got his way through deception. Was he deceiving her again? But everything he said felt so genuine, and for that, she feels amused and happy. There was also confusion from everything that was happening around her and anxiety about what she should do.

Instead, Hero could only sort out her emotions with a reply “Huh, Good for you then.”

Villain smirked and said, “After that long speech that’s all you have to say?”

“There really isn’t much to say at all. If you’re telling the truth, then I’m proud of you.” Hero was genuine when she said that, as she felt a sense of sincerity with his words too. Her rational side tells her not to fall for it, this is a person known to deceive people, it’s a trap. Deep down, the belief in every person’s innate goodness never left her heart. Somehow, she believed that Villain would change. These words were the proof, but her brain retaliates immediately were they really? Despite that, the heart won.

Hero took the napkin and wiped her lips with it. “Anyway, I have to get back home. Someone is waiting for me. I’ll see you around.” She pulled a few bills from her purse, trying to measure how much this platter cost. “Here’s my share by the way.”

Villain laughed and pushed the bills away. “There is no need. I do not let a lady pay.”

Good grief it’s already the modern ages and, “This is not a date. Take it!”

Leaning back, arms crossed, and with a sly grin, he said “This is a date. I tricked you.”

Hero rolled her eyes and let out a sigh. “I can tell this is very amusing for you.” She crossed her arms and jerked her head to the side. “I will not take it from the table. Besides I’ve heard that customs of paying - never mind!”

“Then I’ll just give it as a waiter’s tip.”

“Whatever pleases you.” Hero stood up already, not wanting to hear any more of Villain’s silliness. “I shall be off. Goodbye!”

“See you soon!” Villain waved his hand but Hero had her back turned on him already and was walking a far distance. See you soon huh? Hero really intended to see him some other time, ask him about the others and his connections. She’ll find a way to have their paths crossed again.

She replied “Thanks for the meal”

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palmastrings · 28 days

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Possible demon form headcanon thingy??

Ok so you know the saying "you've got blood on your hands" As a metaphor for being guilty of something?

Well I took the idea and ran with it to make this.

They kinda work like brands in the sense that they are constant reminders of ones sins. I know this kinda exist in real life in a sense but it wasn't my intention to mimic that.

But umm... only people who were/are angels can get them. The Higher up the marks go, the more grave the sin was.

I kinda wanted to match it up with lesson 37 of nightbringer where *spoiler* the brothers get imprisoned in a area designated to the crime they committed in the celetial relm.

So for example, lucifers goes almost all the way up his arm because of his crime against his father (being the worst crime of all), while belphies goes to the wrist for (some reason I forgot) for being less severe. Simeon has them too but the only reach his fingertips, it's why he always wears gloves.

Technically speaking Satan shouldnt have the marks since he was born a demon, but since he was kinda a extention of lucifers sin of wrath, lucifer split some of his mark with him, which is why lucifers mark dosent actually go past his arm.

#obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me mammon #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me belphie #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me simeon #obey me headcanons #iv been thinking about exploring more potential with their demon forms but idk #i thought of this on a whim idk if its actally good or not #sorry for the typos i dont like spell checking

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kacievvbbbb · 3 months

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I just know Crocodile brought on Mihawk because he thought he would be sensible, calm and collected, low maintenance. He thought it was going to be them against the idiocy that is buggy. And it is to a degree.

What he failed to calculate is that Mihawk is just as bad as buggy.

Worse even because at least Buggy can be bullied into doing paperwork. I just know everyday Crocodile is astonished by the absolute commitment Mihawk has to his aesthetic. Walks into his tent just to find that he has somehow converted this circus ass tent into a mid century gothic castle. Somehow carpeted the whole thing end to end is burning more that a 100 candles for “mood lighting”, has a fully open fire pit and a sewing machine in the corner.

Like Crocodiles essentially a mafioso he can appreciate the wanting nice things. Still won’t prepare him for the day Mihawk’s brings him a wine budget, a tailoring budget and an embroidery budget all painstakingly itemized.

Won’t prepare him for having to replace every single wine glass because buggy drank out of one and he can’t break up a set but refuses to use a cup that buggy’s put his mouth on.

He’s starting to think that the real reason the Warlords were disbanded was because they simply could not afford to pay for Mihawk’s upkeep anymore and decided they’d rather pay in cadet lives than see one more wine budget.

He is essentially being held hostage, in his own guild, by the whims of a bored middle aged vampire, and a fucking clown.

#Mihawk is a man of whims.#crocodile is crushing screaming pulling out his hair.#I know Mihawk’s government expenses half the reason Sengoku retired. he probably can’t even look at wine anymore #he really thought he was about to get a sensible business partner #and wound up with the most unhinged hedonistic petty man in the New World.#fully have you ever seen this man do paperwork in his life?#Crocodile is trying to run a business while his two partners steadily try to run it into the ground with every frivolous expense #atleast Mihawk brings muscle and the occasional good idea when he’s so inclined.#hawkeye mihawk #cross guild is geniunly the funniest thing to ever happen in the history of media #dracule mihawk #sir crocodile #buggy the clown #buggy pirates #cross guild #throwing thoughts to the void #one piece #op

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jqnehr · 3 months

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The one feeling Doctor Zayne has been very familiar with as of late is fatigue. Exhaustion. His career, one he enjoys nonetheless, is working him to the very bone.

More often than not, he doesn’t arrive back to his apartment until well past midnight, sometimes even in the wee hours of the morning. However, even if it may be at an ungodly hour that Zayne eventually returns, the sight he is welcomed with seems worth it.

The man, by nature, is cold, aloof and rather austere. Icy, to most—except those he holds close, and at present, you’re the only one he’s got.

You always try to wait up for him, but sleep traps you before you can catch the beep of the front door’s code being recognised and the shuffling of feet.

Zayne’s come to expect this sight now. He’d enter, push off his shoes and run a hand through his dark hair, sighing tiredly, turning the corner for the living room. The lights would still be on, the TV playing but on mute, and your slumbering frame sprawled on the couch, neck at an undoubtedly uncomfortable angle.

Zayne rarely smiles, but it’s at moment like these when he feels the corners of his mouth curl up. It’s not significant, it’s nothing special, but it means something to him. He feels appreciated, even though you can never stay awake long enough to actually greet him at two in the morning.

He reaches for the remote, hitting the off button. Some hair has fallen into your wide-open mouth, one of your feet still slippered. He finds it endearing. Scooping you up, he quietly pads across the tiled floor in his tired socked feet for the bedroom, pushing the door open with his shoulder and entering. Zayne gently places you down upon the soft mattress, checking to make sure you didn’t stir. Your eyes remain tightly shut, breath even and deep.

He adjusts the pillow beneath your head to make sure it’s comfortable, pulling a blanket up over you. With a soft peck to the crown of your head, Zayne turns and makes his way for the bathroom, yawning, eager for a shower. He has about four hours of sleep before he has to head back to the hospital again for his next shift, and he’s practically falling asleep on his feet right now. God, I need a vacation.

With you, preferably. Out somewhere remote, maybe tropical, with hammocks to relax in and just chat idly over a glass or two of sangria. Maybe while the night away, lost in each other’s arms. Have slow coffee mornings and a day on the sand, soaking in the sun. Fantasies he’s more than willing to achieve if it means you have a wonderful time with him. Zayne smiles to himself in the mirror while brushing his teeth. It’d be nice.

You’re still snoring softly away once he’s finished in the bathroom, shuffling under the covers beside you. He draws you into his arms, leaning into your warmth, feeling his exhausted limbs relax from your familiar scent. Even with such humble, modest simplicities—they’re the small moments that get him through the day. Knowing you’ll be waiting for him, knowing he can put a hard day behind him and welcome the new one eagerly. If it’s with you, he’d never give up his mundane, draining daily routine for the world.

#love and deepspace #zayne love and deepspace #zayne x reader #zayne x you #I wrote this on a massive whim while half asleep #so it’s very low quality I’m sorry #but you don’t UNDERSTAND how this man has been plaguing my everyday thoughts bro #I can’t get him off my mind #anyways #pls forgive me for this atrocity I will make up for it w a better one later 🙏#love and deepspace x reader #love and deepspace x you #zayne love and deepspace x reader #oracleofstars

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celluloidbroomcloset · 5 months

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I've been thinking about this exchange between Izzy and Ed in "Discomfort in a Married State":

"For years I've followed your every whim, I've managed your increasingly erratic moods, I've massaged this crew when they were worried about your judgment—"

"Mm, sounds stressful, Izzy."

"It is."

Izzy has assigned himself the role of "managing" Blackbeard, but it's quite obvious, both in Ed's response and in the way he says it, that Ed has never wanted or expected him to. And he continues to try to manage Ed, even when Ed clearly tells him not to.

Both Ed and Stede have that word "whim" thrown at them by people who don't really understand them - Izzy and Mary - and both at first resist the word (Stede even says "I object to the word whim"), then internalize it. It seems what are being called whims by outsiders are actually expressions of deep desires that neither Ed nor Stede have the verbal or emotional language to describe.

It's not a whim that has Stede running off to a be a pirate - it's all the frustration and loneliness and repression - and it's not a whim to go back to Mary - it's a result of guilt and self-loathing. It's not a whim that has Ed following the Revenge to meet Stede - it's wanting to find someone who might be a kindred spirit. But neither of them can openly articulate those feelings, either to the people who are calling them whims or fully to themselves. Stede goes further than Ed does because so many of his desires are located in his repressed homosexuality, and once he's able to articulate that - with Mary's help - he understands his feelings. He still believes that he's "whim-prone" in other ways, but not when it comes to Ed.

Ed is especially leery about his own desires, which have been managed by other people for so long, and about Stede's. His idea to "run off to China" is a whim in a certain sense, but it's expressing a desire to leave behind their old identities and form something new together. His desire to "take it slow" is about his own healing independent of Stede, but it's also built on a fear that Stede is going to disappear again. After they have sex, Ed again falls into the fear that it was a whim, but it's not his whim - it's Stede's. He's scared that what meant so much to him doesn't mean as much to Stede, or not enough for Stede to be able to let go of piracy and fame. He's worried that piracy wasn't a whim, but he was.

Both of them have been managed most of their lives, in different ways and by people and structures that they never wanted to manage them in the first place. It was all about keeping them in settled, socially acceptable places where they can't escape, and casting doubt on the legitimacy of their desires. (I don't think Izzy, and certainly not Mary, consciously think of it in these terms, and Mary especially has had to subsume her own needs as much as Stede has.)

In the scene with Izzy, Ed's evidently pushing back at the management, and he probably has been for a while. But this is likely the first time where his desires are getting more articulated, after his conversation with Stede, and are the same moment when Izzy starts trying to exert even more control over him.

His finding the letter is a mirror to Stede's conversation with Mary - the realization of who he is and who the man he loves is, and that the feelings he's experienced not just for but from Stede are not whims but bone-deep love.

#ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd season 2 #stede bonnet #edward teach #mary bonnet #izzy hands #ed teach #blackbonnet #gentlebeard #gif #whim prone #ofmd meta #this was supposed to be a really short post but i cannot be brief apparently #my wee thoughts #thanks to anyone who reads these #i'm always happy to chat about 'em too!

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murderous-wolf-daddy · 1 year

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So uhhh awards to Bradley Cooper for that scream please. Yeah, THAT one. That's the kind of despair and fear and rage I want to see when characters lose someone they love. The anguish and helplessness of not being able to do anything in a moment like that was shown so well. That was honestly one of the best portrayals of grief I've seen in a long time.

#guardians of the galaxy #rocket raccoon #tagged along with my parents to watch volume 3 on a whim #we hadn't seen any trailers and didn't know what it was gonna focus on and we were not emotionally prepared #guardians of the galaxy spoilers #i cant believe i 1) watched a marvel movie in 2023 and 2) thought a performance in it was this worthy of praise

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christronomy · 6 months

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he flips you over roughly, without warning, stuffing one pillow under your hips and another under your head, then lifts your hips up slightly, propping you up for him. you can't even move on your own at this point, your mind is hazy with him. everything is just him. he presses his free hand into your lower back to hold you in place, tapping his cock against your entrance a few times before slipping back in and continuing his harsh ministrations, no buildup. he knows you're already too numb on the pleasure to complain, but you love the pain either way.

you squeal in surprise, practically drooling onto the pillow already as he bullies into your aching hole with his cock. how he hits that spot inside you that makes you melt and get all dizzy with pleasure every single time, you don't know. but what you do know is that he was right. he's nowhere near done with you and you're learning your lesson. you're all his. he's not gonna stop until you understand that.

"you're all fucking mine, hear that?" he starts, as he flips you over yet again, this time putting your legs up all the way, as far as they can go, practically folding you in half. you look up at him with wide, teary eyes, body quivering from the impending orgasm he's been making you hold off for a while now. "channie's. all channie's. all yours," you mumble, your words slurring, and he chuckles softly, his chest swelling at how cute you look when you're dumb on his cock like this.

"'s right. and trust me, baby. once i'm done with you, you won’t have any space left in that pretty little mind of yours for anyone else but me."

#solieverse: planet reverie #i js wanna be his little cock dumb ragdoll #is that too much to ask. apparently so #just woke up and wrote this on a whim #sorry if it's shitty #stray kids smut #skz smut #bang chan smut #chan smut #stray kids hard thoughts #skz hard hours #stray kids hard hours #bangchan smut

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psygull-arts · 6 months

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during @phantastus 's stream the other day the topic of james sunderland fursonas came up and i promised to draw my contribution. so here's horse james

#silent hill #silent hill 2 #james sunderland #furry #completely unrelated to james pony. that's different #''horse'' came to me on a whim a bit ago and i thought Oh I Could Just Draw That #isn't art wonderful?

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earthtooz · 1 year

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cw: kaiser. kaiser draws on your skin. gn!reader (as always), unedited lol

before i log off, i present to you all an idea that has plagued me for a considerable amount of time.

imagine doing kaiser's eyeliner.

you don't know how you got here, practice was supposed to be starting in five or so minutes, kaiser is meant to be warming up on the field, you're meant to be checking if all the players were here, yet you both find yourselves in this ridiculous situation.

standing in between his legs as he perches himself on the training ground's bench, you've got a hand on his face as you masterfully wield the red liner in between your fingers. you're a little nervous, admittedly, but you're not letting it show, the quiver of your hand subtle to the outside eye as your eyebrows furrow in concentration subconsciously.

he asked you to do his eyeliner for him- a very intimidating and big ask. especially because this recognisable feature of his (amongst many) is always done meticulously, perfected as part of his daily routine.

so the tremble of your hands and breath is understandable because you don't want to fail and leave a bad impression with him.

you were also being silent because you were impressed by how pigmented this red eyeliner was. where did he get it from? it's really vibrant. maybe you should get one too. flows out very easily too.

however, you were too caught up in your thoughts to realise your proximity. kaiser, on the other hand, was quietly revelling in it as he sits still; the most sensible he's acted in a long time as he soaks up your closeness.

you don't see the small smile of satisfaction that threatens to stretch along his face, resulting directly from this moment of bliss.

"there," you say, finally stepping back to admire your handiwork. you did a pretty good job, even added the under-eye detail that he likes.

reviewing himself in his front camera, kaiser hums in approval before standing up to his full height, shutting off his phone and walking towards you. you hand him the cap.

"good job, pretty. at least i can trust you to do my eyeliner," he mutters, holding his hand out expectantly. you hand him the product, unsuspecting and caught off guard when kaiser suddenly grabs you by the arm.

then, to your horror (and delight), he begins scribbling something on your skin, the pigmented product effortlessly bleeding out to leave his mark behind. when kaiser pulls away, he stares contently at his signature before capping the eyeliner.

"that's the best i've ever written it. you should be honoured."

you then usher him onto the field, basically punching him with each step before scrambling away to find something to erase his handiwork with.

you all can thank @limitlesshq and @kruinka for the birth of whatever this is. @mitsies and all kaiser kissers, this is for u

#the end came to me in a whim #i wasn't meant to add it but then i thought abt it and was like... yeah that makes sense!#i really hope this is inclusive - i'm not too sure how eyeliner works on dark skin so i apologise if anything isn't inclusive :(#*ੈ✩‧₊˚ earf's ideas that i'll never write #kaiser x reader #blue lock x reader #earf's kaiser rambles #kaiser #michael kaiser x reader #michael kaiser

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paperloops · 2 months

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i wani hug that gator

#bought this game on a whim and glad i did #a charming (and sometimes depressing) little story #i wani hug that gator #furry #scalie #fanart #digital art #artists on tumblr #those are indeed the doodles in game... thought it was a cute idea to add

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can-u-like-stop · 1 year

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There was a time when Simon broke Price’s heart every day.

It wasn’t his fault, not at all. And Price would hate it if Simon took it as such. Which is probably why Price didn’t say anything for so long.

But he saw.

He saw how Simon would immediately tense and drop what he was doing whenever Price walked in, even if he was on his off time.

He saw how Simon’s jaw clenched when he relayed bad news to Price, almost expecting a berating for something out of his hands.

(Price had growled and banged his hand on the table once, the almost imperceptible jump Simon did because of it was enough for Price to regret it)

And he saw how Simon flinched when Price went to pat him on the back. That one hurt like a bastard.

But one night, when Simon surprised him with a knock on the door to drop off some papers, Price knew he needed to do something, watching as Simon apologised and edged into the room.

“Could I say something, Simon?” Price asks before Simon can turn to leave.

Simon freezes. “Alright, sir?” He holds his hands behind his back. Attentive, obedient, anxious.

Price keeps his movements casual, not knowing how else to ease Simon’s nerves.

“I’m not your father, Simon,”

There’s a tense silence.

Simon huffs a half-hearted laugh. “I’m… aware of that, sir…”

Price shakes his head. He gets up, and reaches out to place a hand on Simon’s shoulder.

Simon tenses, but stays put.

“I mean, son…” Price says, “I’m not like your father.”

Simon’s cautiously confused gaze drops into something fragile for a second. His eyes move away from Price’s and he fiddles with his gloves.

“I know that too, sir,” he says, clearing his throat.

“Good man,” Price says, knowing he’s pushing his luck. “Go on, you’re free from paperwork for one night at least.”

“Thank you, sir,” Simon mutters and legs it out of there.

At the time, Price thought he’d fucked it all up. And maybe he did.

But now, Price swears he sees a different side of Simon. Youthful, vibrant, and free.

And his heart is made full again.

#tw past abuse #tw abuse mention #simon ghost riley #john price #ghostsoap #soapghost #ghost x soap #ghoap #call of duty #cod #kind of corny but idk i thought of this on a whim

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worstloki · 17 days

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// Fortesa Latifi, The Truth About Grief //

#web weaving #we need to talk more about how Odin took away Thor's natural born Asgardian abilities on a whim #leaving him in a mortal body without the strength he's had his whole life #with no one he knew in a world he was unfamiliar with #like sure it worked out conveniently and he gained friends instantly but #the fact that Mjolnir was his weapon and he could *no longer lift it*#not really knowing of the enchantment put on it but also... that was THOR'S weapon #it was thrown in the backwater to face the same disgrace Thor got #do you wonder if Thor thought this meant his banishment was permanent #even before Loki visited him #do you think going from a coronation to being told he didn't deserve it dealt him enough damage for him to reconsider everything #do you think being out from the shade of Odin's favouritism for mere few days caused him grief #even though he wasn't sure quite what he did wrong #even though he was following the footsteps of his father #do you think it bothers Thor once he's worthy again that the enchantment is still on Mjolnir #that even though he's regained his status and strength it's at Odin's behest and can be revoked again if he wants

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orchid-n-petals · 8 months

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So I've already shared parts of this on a discord server, but I have to scream about Ketheric Thorm on here as well. Obviously spoilers about the character under the cut! It's a long one.

The entirety of act 2 is about him, right? Jaheira, Shadowheart and numerous other NPCs shit on him for his fickle faith. First Selune, then Shar, then, as we meet him, Myrkul. You hear about his changes of faith on a whim, you hear that he's the person responsible for the shadow curse, he is painted as a villain, plain and simple.

You can figure it out pretty early on that Isobel was resurrected and that she is his daughter; the detail as well that he wants Isobel alive is so on the nose, it gives him away completely but there are still a few questions that remain unanswered, mainly about his faith.

And then you get to the mausoleum and the picture assembles; this entire tragedy, the death of hundreds if not thousands and the complete ruination of a landscape was all, ALL because you had this absolutely wrenched, heartbroken father who had lost everything and nobody answered his grief. He was left woefully alone, the Goddess whose daughter his daughter was involved with did nothing to save Isobel.

Imagine outliving your wife and your daughter. Imagine dedicating your life to fight the Lady of Loss, your Lady of Silver's enemy, and then be left so completely alone and in silence with your grief, with your loss. It's so, so poetic how and why he turned from Selune, and it's so understandable as well; he broke. His spirit completely broke. He couldn't deal with that void of having lost the only two important people in his life, seemingly undeservedly so. He was going mad with this and a lot of his ire was likely targeted at Aylin who, in his eye, represented Selune; she's literally her daughter, after all, and it was implied that even before the deaths of his family, he sort of saw Aylin courting Isobel as Selune taking his daughter from him, despite his service. This relationship was clearly not seen by him as a boon of "giving his daughter to the Moon-maiden".

His ways in the past clearly didn't spare him from tragedy and having to cope with it (which he clearly didn't, he snapped under the weight of his grief). He was clearly angry and unable to do anything, furious and helpless, which is a dangerous combination. A good part of his first change of heart must have been fuelled by a sense of revenge.

But then Shar didn't provide any balm to his aching heart either. If you read his letters in Grymforge and in act 2, he is so focused on enacting the will of Shar because he believes that healing lies in oblivion. Everything would be easier if he could just forget, if the damn world could just forget, if nothing was remembered because without Melodia and Isobel, nothing was worth remembering.

Then came Myrkul. Literally the only god who was not only able, but WILLING to give back his daughter to him. Imagine spending your all, EVERYTHING you have to serve two gods who would not give a single shit about the greatest suffering in your life. You were basically nothing, your loyalty didn't matter for shit, everything that was taken from you amounted to no recognition whatsoever: you should simply cope and seethe. Your grief will not simply go unanswered (which is not inherently antagonising) but ignored.

And then comes this supposedly evil entity who can alleviate your pain just like that, snap of a finger and it's a done deal.

I am so serious when I say that I believe Ketheric's main incentive was to extend Aylin's immortality to Isobel as well. You can read in her diary that she feels a taint after having came back, and there are things not even Selune can cleanse, but at this point, Ketheric doesn't care about Selune, vengeance is secondary if not tertiary, he's done that war during his Shar years and what did it give him? Literally nothing.

He doesn't even care about the fact that Isobel is still her cleric. He cares about the single most important fact: Isobel is back. Life is worth living again, there is something for him, and it was not Selune or Shar who gave it to him but Myrkul, and for this singular gift, he would raze the world for the Lord of Bones. Like people can clown on him for being disloyal but the man has the loyalty of a dog bonded to its owner.

He is powerful and is willing to go to insane lengths for crumbs. What is raising a single life for a god? Nothing. It has happened and it will happen again. But Ketheric will go to the ends of the earth to serve the single god who actually listened to him. The one god who didn't ignore him.

He knows that what he does is not the morally upright thing! He is so insanely self-aware that allying with Orin and Gortash and doing this entire plot with them only to then betray them is morally reprehensible at the best of times, he knows that people hate him, etc-etc. He was a Selunite at one point and he's not stupid. He just doesn't care; it could be literal Asmodeus and he wouldn't care as long as he got what he wanted, no matter the price.

He is probably the only one from the three of the chosen who has complete clarity over his situation, he almost sways (if you pass the check during his confrontation), he is not an inherently evil man blinded by power.

But he is inherently loyal to those deserving, and as of the story's standing, completely broken by his grief. In his eyes, at this point, the only one deserving loyalty is the one who actually listened to him. Isobel lives. It doesn't matter that she hates him, that his entire life has fallen apart, that literally nothing else that is good has come of it, because Isobel lives.

I don't think he regrets a single thing. His consciousness might tear at him at the end, but I believe he would do everything over again, exactly as he did, because in the end, his daughter was brought back. Because what would a grieving, broken parent give to bring back their child? Everything. Absolutely everything. And it's such a simply given answer, no second thoughts, no doubts.

Nobody can tell me that this man is fickle. Nobody. This man was willing to burn the world to the ground, create a Boudica destruction layer all by himself for the one single thing he wanted. For any God that would listen.

I don't know, I just have a lot of thoughts about his character.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #ketheric thorm #and I also have a lot of thoughts of how Aylin foils him #I fully believe that he was in the right in the capacity that he switched around his gods when he was literally ignored despite his life's #work. despite all that he has given. I think it's reasonable to expect in the world of gods who actively meddle in mortal affairs on their #whims and make shit worse that in just one single case they would. idk. NOT expect one of their devotees to remain blindly loyal to them #after their prayers go unanswered. like yes; go and try your luck elsewhere because this devotion of yours is clearly being taken for #granted. you get NOTHING out of your worship. you can't even sleep well because your loved ones are dead and you are expected to just what?#deal with it on your own? and remain loyal? why?#some sense of 'honour'?#I really like this depiction of faith actually. I really like when clerics and paladins are given agency and critical thought that hey!#this is actually giving me nothing despite me dedicating my entire life to it! and I have only one of it so why not take it somewhere where #it's actually valued. you know. as a treat.#I *personally* much more prefer this depiction of a crisis of faith than what we got with Shadowheart or Lae'zel; their stories are very #interesting on their own but I think throwing yourself from one end to the other not because you actually have a goal that it could serve #but because you are desperate for a purpose #is a slightly less potent character narrative than having an actual goal yourself. not by much but by a little.#again #PERSONALLY

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