#to go in search of the grail is to be holy and you should want to be holy but god say 'hey! fuck off!' and what now!!!!!!!!!!
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the problem with bed cozy, hot drink in hand, is that I really want to be drawing lancelot and gawain, like I want to be drawing them SO bad right now, but
weather cold, bed cozy, hot drink in hand
#i was watching the bresson film last night and ohhh my god the corruption of the grail quest#LOVE LOVE LOVE 'do you think this is a punishment from god?' DELICIOUS#to go in search of the grail is to be holy and you should want to be holy but god say 'hey! fuck off!' and what now!!!!!!!!!!#to be clear god is not in this movie even remotely but im using it as commentary on all the stuff about the later quest cycles that i find#personally annoying and kind of teeth gnashing to read about#anyway lancelot and gawain should fuck. if you're going to give a man gifts like that you should also kiss him a bit
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The Family Meet and Greet
Damian Wayne x Reader
Request/Summary: Hey hun! I wanted to send in a request for Damian Wayne x reader. Maybe reader being introduced to the family/the family finding out about them?
A/n: Honestly I can’t tell if the picture is Tim or Damian.
Masterlist - Tip Jar
Damian is a pretty private person and doesn’t intend to do an awkward meet and greet with his beloved girlfriend.
He knew that all of his family members would find out one way or another anyway.
Dick Grayson:
It wouldn’t take a genius detective to know that Damian is asking for advice for his love life.
Damian sits in his hero costume, hunched over as his legs dangle over the side of the building. His eyes evade Dicks, a red hue spreading across the tips of his ears.
A soft smile embellishes Dicks lips as he sees his younger brother whom is typically egocentric, now looking timid and shy for the first time ever.
“So my friend started seeing someone recently and he had this dilemma on if he should keep seeing her or not because on one hand he has all this baggage he doesn’t want to burden her with and on the other hand he just can’t bring himself to break things off with her.”
“So this girl your seeing-“ Damian’s eyes bulge, snapping his neck towards Dick, acting too defensively.
“Ugh, are you not listening Grayson? I said it’s about my friend.”
“Right, right, I forgot. My bad…” Dick think’s carefully on his words. “Sounds like your friend is a classic over-thinker. Relationships are far from logical, it’s all based on feelings. It might be hard for your friend, but just enjoy it for what it is.” Damian sits and stares off over the Gotham skyline looking unconvinced. “Look Dames, there is no right answer. Just do what feels right.”
Leaning back into his palms he stares in amusement at his beloved younger brother continues pining in anguish.
“So… how long do we keep pretending that we aren’t talking about you? Can I see a picture?” Damian rolls his eyes with a sigh, sliding his phone out of his pocket, he taps on the screen silently before shoving his phone into Dicks hands.
There laid the image a happy couple. Damian’s arms wrapped around your shoulder. The dark city filtering behind the brightly lit couple, forever captured in permanent laughter.
Dick, initially keen to tease the cheesy photo before him, now silent in pure aw to see the genuine smile, Damian’s eyes lit in adoration.
“Do not tell anyone Grayson. I will share the news when I am ready.”
Tim Drake:
The little rat has been acting rather odd.
Tim tried talking about it to Dick but he just kept evading his questions by pathetically redirecting his attention with someone else’s random drama.
They’re both acting weird and secretive, and there is no way Tim is going to be kept out of such an intriguing mystery.
Usually Tim would just stalk his targets, but this is Damian we are talking about. It is incredibly difficult, if not impossible to track Damian without him noticing. Starting with Damian’s social media, Tim pin points all of the photo locations and begins to visit each site one at a time. He hacks the local cameras and reviews the footage from around the date the photo was uploaded.
Low and behold, footage of Damian smooshing his face into another ladies face….
Whelp, Tim was certainly not expecting to see such a DISGUSTING display of affection. YUCK.
He didn’t even know the rat could even feel those types of feelings.
Tim, now laying on his bed cuddled up to a pillow is looking… traumatised.
Sometimes, it’s better just not to know.
Barbara Gordon
No freaking way.
Barbara could not believe her very eyes.
When completing a Internet background check on the Wayne family to scrub any suspicious allegations or accusations, Babs found the Holy Grail of finds.
An account with a mysterious woman with months worth of photos with the Wayne’s local angsty brat, Damian Freaking Wayne.
When completing a generic photo match search. Lovey, dovey poses with Damian and a girl by the name Y/n flashed up on the screen.
This is juicy! To tell Bruce or not to tell Bruce, that is the question.
Jason Todd
Disgusting. Absolutely foul.
It’s a random Tuesday evening when Jason jumps roof tops only to discover a couple making out all hot and heavy.
Their bodies tangling together as the man rips his shirt off. The girl sliding her hands along his abdomen before landing on his belt buckle.
The man then slides his hands from the back of her neck to her ass, giving it a needy grope before sliding his hands to the back of her thighs, lifting the woman with ease and pressing her against the wall.
This is hilarious, they have no idea Gothams most infamous Vigilante has caught them about to get down and dirty on Gothams roof top.
Jason sat down and ate his figurative pop-corn in humourous delight, until his eyes adjust.
“Ain’t no FUCKING way!” Jason yells, humours delight now churning into a disturbed nausea. He swallowed the bile raising up in his throat.
Pulling out his phone he calls Damian. Panting breaths filter through the phone, only furthering Jason’s disgust.
“What?! I’m in the middle of-“
“I know what your in the middle of you sick bastard! Take it indoors!” The line goes quite for just a moment. “Little freak, your family patrols the roof tops you know, ugh, I can’t - I’m having a flash back to Selina and Bru- ugh I’m gonna vomit.”
Duke
“Finally!” Duke announces, hoping over the back of the couch and sprawling out on the soft cushions of the plush couch. Without a second to spare Duke switches the TV on to watch the latest episode of his favourite show.
“Thomas-“
“No talking!” Duke wholesomely announces, crossing his arms over his chest.
“My phone… forget it.” Damian grumbles, seeing Dukes eyes glued to the TV. Squishing further into the cushions, Duke feels the uncomfortable poke of a hard object pressing into his rib.
Wrenching the wretched object from its place, Duke holds a phone. His haphazard fingers pressing into the screen which lights up and shows the text of a person named Y/n.
Y/n: Can’t wait for our date tonight, I miss your handsome face xx
Dukes cheeks heats up, seeing a private message he shouldn’t have seen. Damian is incredibly private and may murder Duke for accidentally learning something he wasn’t suppose to.
Wiping any evidence of his fingers touching the phone Duke places the phone back between the cushions.
Best if he just abandons his show for now for a tactical retreat.
Bruce Wayne
God, why are his kids so weird?
Seriously? Out of all 20 of them, not a single one was normal…
Sitting at the head of the dinner table, he watches his children talk amoungst themselves in weird cryptic speeches.
“Do you know what I know?” Tim asks intensely, the broccoli wedged on his fork, pointing at Dick, who stares back wide-eyed.
“I don’t know anything … why what do you know?” Dick says scanning the rest of the room to see if they somehow knew what Dick was referring to.
“I can’t share what I know, but just know it. Is. Juicy.” Babs announces with a sly and taunting grin.
“I don’t know anything, I didn’t even want to see it. Oh god, I’m feeling queasy.” Jason says crossing his arms over his stomach.
“IDidntSeeAnythingEither.” Duke announces quickly, and begins to quickly Hoover his dinner.
Damian sighs, massaging his temples at his idiotic siblings.
“So I take it that you have all found out about Y/n?” Bruce asks calmly, slowly sawing into the plump steak on his plate.
The room falls dead silent as all heads turn towards Bruce, surprised that he knew and surprised that he had the guts to say what everyone else was thinking.
“Father, how do you know about Y/n?”
“… I’m Batman.”
#dc imagine#dc x reader#batboys#batboys imagine#batboys x reader#Damian Wayne x reader#Damian x reader#Robin x reader#Damian Wayne imagine#Damian imagine
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Once and Future Royalty
Just, stay with me on this one. I know its going to look crazy at the start, but trust me, I know where I'm going.
It all started with the 537AD scene in Wessex in the opening montage of "Hard Times," S1E3. Yeah, the one where Aziraphale is supposed to be a knight of the Round Table and Crowley is role-playing the Black Knight, and they are both so super-squeaky shiny clean - not a speck of dirt or mud on them. wtf! It looks out of place, unrealistic, and was bugging the crap out of me, like a stone in your shoe. It just didn't fit. I mean, why put a myth, a legend, into that sequence? Oh, OK, yeah, the preceding stories from the Bible, like the Garden of Eden and the Flood, aren't "myths" as well, you say? Hmm. In the context of the Good Omens AU, being a biblical based story, they belong there far more than the legend of King Arthur.
King Arthur, who supposedly united Britain under his rule during the late 5th century and early 6th century, was shown to have the divine right to rule by wielding the mighty sword Excalibur. Some stories tell of Arthur pulling Excalibur from a stone. Some tell of him receiving Excalibur from the Lady of the Lake. Either way, it was bestowed upon him by divine grace. Despite his triumph in battle, he left no heirs, as his queen, the fair Guinevere, was barren. She had a long-running love affair with the greatest knight of the court, Sir Lancelot, but despite this being an open secret in court Arthur would not put her aside. The knights of the Round Table in the court of Camelot were near-paragons of Christian virtue, and there are many tales of their search for the Holy Grail, the cup from the Last Supper of Jesus Christ.
In the end, mortally wounded in battle, Arthur was taken away for healing, and never seen again. It was said he would return when Britain was at it most direst hour to save the day once more. A "messianic" return.
The Once and Future King.
Now, I'm no Arthurian novice; I drank up all of T. H. White as a teenager, read the Dark is Rising multiple times, Marion Zimmer Bradley's interpretation and what ever else I could lay my hands on for a good couple of decades. And there is LOTS of King Arthur stuff around. You are not left wanting for anything new to read or consume. And I'll bet there are a fair few of you also out there who know a quite bit about the legend as well. Oh, and I can't tell you how many times I have watched Monty Python and the Holy Grail. I still walk around quoting it day-to-day, like the good little Gen-Xer I am, having grown up on that stuff. So I really should have listened to my intuition when bits of Monty Python kept popping up in my brain in response to other parts of GO I was thinking about. (Staaay, I said, stay with me here....)
I kept chewing away furiously on the Wessex problem, growling in feral frustration at it, but also kept reading and sorting out some other ideas and metas at the same time. Eventually I found the key in a tiny little post, about a small detail in the 1941 Blitz episode S2E4, of all places. I wanted to slap myself with how much was staring me in the face so obviously once the door opened. And the damn beauty of it is, that I already written about some it, out of context, without knowing the why.
OK. Where to start this journey...hmmm, back to Monty Python, because, guess what - the Wessex scene is actually riffing off one the more famous skits out the the Holy Grail. The scene is a masterpiece of political satire, from start to finish, but the relevant part here is this sequence:
In case you missed the salient points: Arthur claims he is king by divine providence, because he was given Excalibur by the Lady of the Lake. Dennis the peasant protests this waterlogged method of determination, mentioning ponds, watery tarts and a moistened... well, I hope you get the idea about where this is going.
Meanwhile, in 537AD, Wessex, as the mist swirls around them:
"It is a bit damp," complains a shiny silver Aziraphale.
Yes, Excalibur would be a bit damp after it emerged from the Lake. (vidavalor! Get your mind out of the gutter! I'm trying to have a serious discussion here! Please! And I wasn't even going to go anywhere near what the sword in the stone is really meant to be referring to...it's not even relevant to the discussion at hand, I swear! Well, there is going to be sexual relations mentioned but - oh, never mind...)
Right. Where were we. Lets leave those super-clean elite pretendy knights to swim off through the swirling mist back to their dry homes to write and file reports to head office, along with Patsy and the hired Igors, and Dennis can keep playing in his lovely muddy filth after he finishes protesting being repressed by the divinely-deluded Arthur. I've got a bit more to say about what Aziraphale and Crowley might represent here later but you need some more context first, so lets move on. I just needed to show you the first bit so you can see the Arthurian theme stretches across both S1 and S2, and will likely appear in S3 as well. More about that towards the end.
Ah, before I forget...another ref from the Holy Grail we need to cover:
This GIF, unfortunately, doesn't have the full exchange between the peasants, which is this:
P1: "Who's that then?"
P2: "I don't know. Must be a king."
P1: "How can you tell?"
P2: "Because he doesn't have any shit on him."
Ah. Er. OH!
Have you made the connection?
Who have I been emphasizing as being unusually clean in their Arthurian setting? That's right, Aziraphale and Crowley.
What's this implying? That they are royalty. Celestial royalty. Maybe not kings, but how about princes? You know how we've been discussing whether Crowley was a once at least an Archangel, and there is even a hint that he was a fallen prince of Heaven given during the replay of Gabriel's trial? (Not the prince, but a prince - a seraphim) And that Aziraphale may have once been Raphael, and may be again in the future? Once and future royalty. To me it adds weight to the past discussion, and helps to explain the assumed authority expressed in these two scenes here: On the left, Aziraphale takes control inside the book shop as the angels and demons argue who is going to punish Gabriel and Beelzebub (finally found it after several months!) and on the right, Crowley is shouting at the assembling demons in the street that they are "out of order."
Onward, Patsy. (I hope you're still with me.)
1941, the Blitz part 2, minisode.
We've found Excalibur! On to Camelot!
[Edit note: I've added a few GIFs and screen shots into the sequence of parallels above because I was thinking over a few things since I posted and felt this actually sat better. To try and explain, as they don't exactly match as I would like, in the Holy Grail movie, King Arthur and the knights he has gathered rock up at the foot of Camelot and gaze up in awe at it. "Camelot!" Arthur declares to the party. "Camelot!" Galahad echoes in excitement. And a third "Camelot!" comes from Lancelot. What do we get in GO? Aziraphale leaps out of the Bentley (Crowley's black horse) and declares "The theater! Sophocles! Shakespeare!" I swear, if you put the two side by side, they would match. It's not just a reminder of how much time Aziraphale has seen pass by, or that we are seeing a tragedy play out. But damn it, I could so just see Aziraphale attending a Sophocles performance in Athens back in the day...]
Camelot was King Arthur's castle and home of his court. In S2 of GO the Windmill Theater is established as our court of Camelot where our 1941 Blitz-era Arthurian drama is to play out, involving Furfur and the zombies.
Yes, poor old Furfur. Two's company, three's a crowd, as they say. Now we know we're in Camelot, we need to be reminded of the central tragedy of the Arthurian story, that ultimately led to the golden kingdom's fall. Lady Guinevere, Arthur's queen, famously loved Sir Lancelot, and the two were passionate lovers. It was essentially a love-triangle at the top, with Arthur being jilted, but he wouldn't/couldn't discard his queen. Where do we see this playing out in 1941?
Furfur, pleased with himself for catching an angel and a demon in the act of consorting together (with the help of the zombies,) barges into the backstage dressing room, and confronts the lovers with their crime. But who is playing who in the Arthurian love triangle? I would say Furfur is clearly caught in the role of Arthur here. Consider the following exchange:
FURFUR: Hmm, well, well, well… What have we here?
AZIRAPHALE: Sorry, have we met?
FURFUR: Oh, no, you never had the pleasure, but… we have, haven't we?
CROWLEY: Have we?
FURFUR: What do you mean "have we?" You know we have. We were in the same legion. Just before the Fall. Doing dubious battle on the plains of Heaven. Remember?
CROWLEY: I remember going into battle, I don't remember being there with you. Sorry.
FURFUR: I was right next to you. We did loads together. You use to jump on me back, little monkey in the waistcoat. Anyway, whether you do or whether you don't, it doesn't matter. I'm here to inform you, as a representative of the Higher Powers of Hell, that you, Crowley, are in breach of the Infernal Code. Consulting and collaborating with an angel, Fell the Marvelous, aka… [opens book] Azirapalala. Azirapapap. Aziphapalala.
AZIRAPHALE: [annoyed] Aziraphale
Furfur claims a past intimate relationship with Crowley, which Crowley spurns offhandedly. Crowley is playing Guinevere here, jilting Furfur/Arthur, which leaves the demon-smiting Aziraphale standing in for the handsome hero Lancelot (with his French connections, no less), and doesn't he make us weak at the knees when he drops his voice an octave in dominating disgust. (Is it suddenly getting hot in here...? Phew!)
Interestingly, looking back in S1 at 537AD Wessex, though, I would say that Crowley was Lancelot as the Black Knight, a role that Lancelot sometimes played in the legends, and Aziraphale would then be the fair maiden Guinevere. It certainly plays into Crowley's long term role of playing the knight who comes to the rescue of Aziraphale's princess in distress. Excalibur was no where in sight, perhaps still beneath the waters of the lake. Nor Arthur. Perhaps it was still too early in the story then...
I had originally suggested in my very first post that Furfur was given a stag as his demon avatar because he was wearing horns for being cuckolded by Crowley. But I wasn't quite thinking about it in context with the Arthurian legend! The stag is also often associated with royalty, plus while wandering around the medieval bestiary website that someone linked to, it interestingly notes that the enemy of the snake is the stag and the stork (Shax's avatar.) Ah ha!
So how can we extrapolate this knowledge into a possible appearance of the Arthurian theme in S3?
Will we see the love triangle of Arthur/Guinevere/Lancelot come back into play and cause more chaos? I'm wondering if it might have something to do with the Fall.
Or will our lovers bring down a divinely-appointed ruler via their committed behind-the-back defiance of expected propriety?
Will Excalibur appear from beneath the waters, perhaps in another form, to declare a new king?
Could it even be a combination Jesus/Arthur, King of the World, returned? And they turn out to be a very naughty boy, disappearing into the night clubs of Times Square, New York, and that's how they lose him? (Social media viral sensation, anyone?)
I wouldn't be half-surprised if Greasy Johnson's name turns out to be Arthur, actually.
And no, I haven't forgotten that Adam's dad was named Arthur as well.
Bring on S3!
**Bonus**
If you've made it this far and you're thinking:
Let me leave you with this last connection.
In the back stage change room, remember Furfur delivers these lines:
FURFUR: What do you mean "have we?" You know we have. We were in the same legion. Just before the Fall. Doing dubious battle on the plains of Heaven. Remember?
On the first level, he is referring the Great War in the Good Omens AU.
On the second level, Furfur is paraphrasing Milton's Paradise Lost.
On a third level, I can (and will in a future meta) connect this back to the training initiative paintball fight at Tadfield Manor in S1.
And even deeper on a fourth level, if you do know the Holy Grail movie well, you'll remember there is an odd little subplot in it, that infers that the whole King Arthur and his knights thing is merely a full-on violent cosplay that is murderously rampaging across the countryside in the present day with the police in hot pursuit. It's a strange juxtaposition between reality and dream, and you aren't quite sure what it is real or not. The ending is bizarrely and abruptly surreal as the two story lines collide in the heat of battle, as the police turn up and arrest the combatants. A bit like this:
#good omens#good omens 2#good omens meta#good omens analysis#aziraphale#crowley#king arthur#king of the who?#the return of king arthur#excalibur#the lady of the lake#watery tarts#monty python#monty python and the holy grail#run away#camelot#arthurian legend#ladies of camelot#guinevere#lancelot#the once and future king#once and future royalty#good omens 1941#furfur#shax#dubious battle on the plains of heaven#tadfield manor
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just saw your post and i’m excited. can you please write a taehyung x reader one. pseudo incest and dubcon and manipulation <3
lmao I'm so sorry everyone
pairing: taehyung x reader
genre: forbidden romance, step!siblings au
warnings: intoxication, dub con, soft manipulation + corruption, pseudo incest, praise, degradation (only a little), creampie, tae is basically an angel (with horns)
"Easy there, baby."
You breathed in and out slowly, leaning on Taehyung while he sat you on the edge of the bathtub. He crouched down in front of you, searching your glassy, unfocused eyes with concern.
"How much did you have to drink?"
A few seconds passed. His expression darkened into disapproval as he watched you struggle to remember the answer to his question.
"A- a bit too much," you concluded at last.
"I knew I shouldn't have let you go to that party."
"Taehyung, stop," you protested weakly. "You're not my father."
He narrowed his eyes.
"Then how about I go and get your father? I'm sure he'll be delighted to know that while he's working his ass off to get his daughter through college, she's busy sneaking out and drinking."
"That's not true," you whispered, but you were starting to feel queasy and it had nothing to do with the alcohol in your system.
"So I can tell him, then?" Taehyung asked. The tone of his voice was innocent, but there was a wicked gleam in his eyes, like toying with you brought him some sick sense of satisfaction.
You tried to swallow the lump in your throat, capable of doing nothing more than shaking your head in answer.
Taehyung sighed. He reached out to stroke your hair, running his fingers through the soft strands.
"I just worry about you. I want what's best for you. You know that, right?"
He pressed a kiss into your cheek when you nodded and straightened up, proceeding to unbutton his black shirt. Your heart flipped in your chest. All of a sudden the spell broke, and you found the ability to voice your thoughts again.
"What are you doing?"
He slipped the silky material off his toned shoulders, letting it fall to the ground.
"You need to wash up, baby," he said simply, leaning down to wrap an arm around you. "Here, let me help you."
Confusion made you feel so small next to him. You didn't protest when he lifted you up. But when his fingers grazed your thighs and he began lifting the hem of your dress, you squirmed, placing your hands on his chest.
"I can do it myself, Tae."
You tried to push him off you, though it was clear you were in no state to fight him. He arched an elegant brow.
"You can barely stand right now."
You shook your head, clumsily trying to stop his hands from reaching your dress again.
"Stop, you shouldn't-"
"I shouldn't what?" Taehyung questioned. His dark eyes burned into yours, his hands giving your thighs a squeeze, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "I just want to take care of you, baby," he said, his voice so soothing it was almost hypnotic. "Isn't that what brothers do? Take care of their little sisters?"
You didn't understand why, but you froze. It might have been the tenderness in his voice, or the way his touch spread a wave of heat through your core. Either way, this time when he lifted your dress, you didn't try to stop him, and he rewarded your compliance with a kiss to your neck. It made your knees buckle.
He wrapped an arm around your waist again and pulled you close.
"Good girl."
You let him unclasp your bra. It joined his shirt on the floor, leaving your chest bare and vulnerable to the hunger in his eyes. At the very back of your mind, even with the liquor buzzing through you, you knew he should have looked away. But he stared openly as he pulled down your underwear, drinking in every new inch of uncovered skin like it was his holy grail.
You had no choice but to let him lead you into the shower. He was right; your knees felt too weak to hold up the weight of your own body, although you weren't quite sure if that could be blamed on the alcohol alone. The pressure of the water streaming down your skin was a pleasant rush. You closed your eyes, letting it wash over you. It was easier to bear the touch of Taehyung's hands in complete darkness. Like you could hide away from the mortification that came with getting wet as he held you against him. You couldn't help it; you were pressed together too intimately in the rising steam of the shower. His jeans did little to hide the hard on you could feel pressing into your lower back.
His breathing grew shallow by your ear as he poured soap onto your shoulders. He massaged it into your arms with great care, moving towards your neck softly.
"Good girl," he whispered again, wrapping his fingers around the column of your throat. He stroked it a few times, applying light pressure. The sensation made your pussy throb with an intense heat. It felt like he was rewarding you for being compliant in something so deviant; thanking you for letting him take advantage of you, so sweetly, fine hands wrapping around your breasts to touch them and knead them.
"Taehyung," you moaned, "I don't think-"
"You don't need to think," he tsked, biting on your earlobe. You shivered. "Just let me take care of you, yeah?"
His hand began a slow descent down your stomach. You clenched your thighs, a gush of wetness flowing down the flushed skin. He parted your swollen lips and found your clit, rubbing into it immediately with the pad of his finger.
You flinched in response to the touch, but Taehyung tightened his arm around you, trying not to groan at how wet you were for him.
"I'm just making sure you're clean, baby," he murmured hotly against your skin. Your hips buckled, the speed of his fingers increasing as he continued to rub you, relishing in the soft whines that were leaving your throat.
"Such a good girl," he praised, his voice low and raspy. "Take it just like that. Feels good, doesn't it?"
You tried to protest, shaking your head weakly, but your pussy dripped under his sinful ministrations, your spine tingling as you felt your orgasm approaching.
"Almost done, baby," Taehyung reassured. "Almost done. Gotta make sure you're all nice and clean."
Your knees knocked against each other when your thighs shuddered, the tension in your stomach snapping and making you gush. He finally let himself groan into your ear, watching your pussy tremble under his fingers intently.
"Good girl."
He kissed your shoulders, then turned to grab some shampoo, taking his time to wash your hair. The feeling of his fingertips on your scalp could have lulled you to sleep, especially after he's just made you come. You sighed, all previous tension in your body gone, replaced by the warmth of his touch. It reminded you of your childhood, when he would wipe your tears away and kiss your skinned knees. With the way he was acting, you would have wondered if everything that happened moments ago was nothing more than a screwed up dream; but the pulsing in between your thighs was a real enough reminder. He must have sank all the way into your bones, because you could feel him everywhere, your skin tight with the heat he consumed you with.
He led you out of the shower and dried you first, not paying attention to his wet hair or jeans. He probably didn't even realize how good he looked, down on one knee, muscles on display as he rubbed your calf gently with a soft towel. For the first time in your life you found yourself admitting to wishing that his mum had never met your father, for the simple, selfish reason of being able to feel freely now, without guilt or doubt lurking in your ribs.
Taehyung didn't have such an issue. It didn't bother him in the slightest what title or whose surname you carried. What did it matter? You were happy being close to each other, and he made sure to keep an eye on anyone that had anything to say about it. No person, law or god was going to get in the way of this for him. Whether he had to get rid of a random stranger, your best friend, or take you far away from your parents never to be seen again. He's loved you for as long as he could remember.
You let him dress you and put you to bed, like a little girl. The strangest thing was that it didn't feel out of place at all. And when he left your side to turn off the light, you couldn't stand the aching longing that drummed in your chest. You fell apart under his touch like a house of cards; and now when his hands weren't on you something felt missing. You wondered when he managed to sneak this deep into your heart.
You knew he would probably be coming into bed with you. It wouldn't be the first time for that, but it certainly was for how he crawled underneath the covers right on top of you, settling himself in between your thighs. Now clad in just a white, cotton shirt and briefs, his hair already dry, he looked so soft. You didn't get to admire it, though, because your stomach was dropping rapidly, your breath caught in your throat. You could feel him resting against your core; thick, heavy and rock hard.
You were so damn cute to think that the night was over.
Your hands reached to steady themselves over his shoulders. You pushed at them, all to no avail. Might as well have been pushing a boulder. Unmovable.
"Taehyung-"
He shushed you, covering you both up with the sheets, like that made what was going on underneath all okay. A burst of warmth flooded through your system when he pressed his lips to yours, July fireworks exploding behind your eyelids.
"Don't you trust me, baby?" He whispered. "I took care of you, didn't I?"
The experimental thrust that followed was deliciously sinful. His bulge rubbing up against you made your stomach jolt.
"You'll take care of me too, won't you?"
"Taehyung-"
He grabbed your jaw and kissed you again. This time his tongue invaded your mouth to taste you. He moaned into the kiss, like he just got something he's been waiting for longer than you could have imagined.
You melted under him, and as soon as you did his hips started rutting into you, his clothed cock twitching against your cunt. You mewled, the heat in your body becoming too overbearing when he pulled away to slide his briefs down in a hurry.
"Wait, wait!" You cried. Might as well have been talking to a boulder. He couldn't hear you at all.
He hooked a finger into your panties and pulled them down your thighs, wasting no time in chasing the long awaited skin to skin contact. His eyes were stuck on your pink, glistening cunt as he palmed his cock. You placed your hand on your chest, willing to calm the erratic pounding of your heart. He was so pretty, but so thick.
With a hiss, he placed his shaft against your bare, swollen lips, sticky with arousal.
"You're so fucking tiny," he gritted. His cock jumped at the observation, his mouth finding its way back to your neck. You whimpered, your fingers curling around his biceps, like you still wanted to push him away despite how much you ached for his touch. This was so wrong in so many ways.
"Baby," he pleaded raspily, sucking a pretty bruise into your neck, a mess of teeth and tongue. "Let me put it in, yeah? Just the tip, I promise. Just the tip."
The constant pulsing in your core increased in intensity, arousal flowing out of you and covering Taehyung's cock all over. You could feel him twitch in response. He wrapped his fingers around it, pushing it against your clenching hole. The pressure felt divine.
"I just want to feel you, I promise."
He was breathless, his brows furrowed in concentration. He slid a few inches forward, the heat of your cunt enveloping the flushed, leaking tip snugly. He groaned, dropping his head to your shoulder. Despite the fact that he continued to hump you, he never dared to slide in deeper, teasing you with a taste of pleasure that had your eyes rolling back.
"Mm, doesn't that feel good, baby?" He inquired. "Imagine how good it would feel if I slid all the way in. You'd be so full."
You moaned into his neck, shaking your head but spreading your thighs wide open, making him gasp above you.
"Good girl. I'll just - fuck," he swore, pushing himself deeper into you. Your cunt throbbed, struggling to accommodate him as he sank all the way in. The stretch was uncomfortable, but at the same time so good you were on the verge of trembling.
Taehyung bottomed out with his entire body tensing up, not giving you much time to prepare before he snapped his hips back and slowly started fucking himself into you. His strokes were soft, like those of a lover. So soft they didn't match the dirtiness of his actions.
"Not... Not fucking you, baby," he stuttered, his lips parting open in pleasure. "Just- just need some relief. I'm not gonna come," he groaned. "Fuck, yeah," the words were coming out hot and breathy, bumping against each other on his suddenly clumsy tongue. "F-fuck, I promise, baby. I won't come."
You whined, your head almost hitting the headboard as his thrusts sped up, rocking you deep into the mattress. You had given up in your attempts to stop him, only one thing stuck on your mind besides the pleasure shooting through you.
"Don't- don't come inside," you stammered, arching your back to let him hit you deeper. But combined with the request that only made Taehyung groan again. He leaned his forehead on yours, entwining your fingers. With his free hand he held on to your hips, keeping you firmly in place.
"I know you want me to fill you up," he whispered in between rushed, shallow breaths. "Gonna make you all mine, angel. And you'll take it all."
You tensed around him, unable to deny the rush his words sent through you, making your pussy flutter around his cock in excitement.
"Oh f-fuck," he grunted, pounding into you harder. His balls were tightening, so ready to release years of pent up tension all down your tiny pussy, but he needed to hold on just a little longer. Just until you creamed all over him first.
"Come for me," he breathed out unsteadily, his hand slipping in between your bodies so he could start rubbing your clit again. "Be a good, little fuck toy. I know you want to."
He muffled your cries with a messy kiss, the thumping of the headboard against the wall growing frantic as you tightened around his cock. From the moment he sank inside you, he knew; nothing could ever compare to the wet, heavenly heat of your cunt, gushing and spent, all because of him. He followed you into oblivion with a deep, drawn out groan let out into your mouth. Releasing inside you felt even better; his cock twitching and making a mess as he fucked his cum deep into you. He made sure to engrave himself into your body like he has spent years engraving himself into your soul.
He slipped out of you with a wince, sensitive but missing your warmth so much already. His chest heaved, hot breath washing over your face as he examined it.
"Good?" He asked.
You were so starry eyed, your cheeks flushed, but only an affirmative, incoherent mumble left your lips. Taehyung smiled, humming, pressing sweet kisses into your sweaty face.
"You're all mine now."
You sighed, your eyes shutting. You were already floating somewhere in between reality and dreams. It felt like he had hold on both dimensions, seeping into every corner your existence had even so much as ghosted with its presence.
You felt him cuddle up to you, wrapping both arms around your waist. You never felt as secure as you did when Taehyung held you; and if he got up and left after what just happened, you didn't think you could bear it. It was too late to feel guilty; you had fallen right into his trap some time ago, so steadily and slowly you didn't even notice. There was no denying these facts now, or the call of his heart to yours. A full moon that awakened all of his senses and gave him purpose, the only thing that has ever blessed his unholy soul.
In the morning he'd kiss your shame and worries away until you'd cry and beg him to fuck you again. He'd start taking you out on secret dates, making plans to pull you closer, step by step, until you were addicted to his mere presence. Just like he was to yours. Why still live with your parents, baby? Just move in with me. Don't you want more freedom? I'll take care of everything.
And you trusted him to do so. In the end, Taehyung always wanted what was best for you. And who'd know better than an older brother?
#goodnight yall#dhshdh#bts x reader#yandere bts#taehyung x reader#bts imagines#bts smut#bts scenarios#bts reactions
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TRANSCRIPT OF THE SLIDES UNDER THE CUT.
SLIDE 1 : why you should read gradalis (like rn immediately seriously it's so good) (all art is official art)
SLIDE 2 : girl wtf IS a gradalis
- so glad you asked!
- gradalis is a french webtoon by kochei, currently releasing on webtoon france!
- "but it's in french?" worry not. (this is a surprise tool that will help us later)
- QUEEN ARTHURIAN LEGEND RETELLING! LOOK AT THEM!
- do i even need more arguments. ok
- coming of age with a sprinkle of romance and mild horror, interpersonal drama galore, side characters you WILL cry over
- complaining u like fantasy settings but they're too str8 and whyte? this is for u
SLIDE 3 : official summary by yours truly tho
When a fateful encounter whisks young Percival away from the lands he calls home, he has no idea what destiny has in store for him. As a new squire in the service of the knights of the Round Table, he's presented with an exceptional quest : that of the search for the Holy Grail.
With magic, conflicts and new companions, Percival's story will see some rise to the occasion, while others fall to their doom.
SLIDE 4 : #1 : the story is a banger, objectively
- my boy percy may be the mc but it's not all about him!!
- friendship! romance! action! magic! you've got it all
- compelling arc after compelling arc. every time you think you're going to breathe you are NOT
- complicated family dynamics? we got u. wholesome ones? done. interesting younger AND older cast? ofc
- everyone is so married, so divorced or both at once it's kind of wild
- u want to cry? this is for u also
- the jokes will cheer u up tho
SLIDE 5 : #2 beautiful art style AND interesting characters
- started naming all my faves then realized it was everyone
- each with their own fleshed out personalities and motivations wow!!
- seriously the cast is so diverse. black and hijabi knights!! normalized non-cis and non-straight characters!! we've all been fed
- showcasing other charas aside from the main lads here bc they deserve it
- everyone looks so gorgeous. crying
SLIDE 6 : #3 by the gays for the gays
( pictures of dinadan, gawain and aglovale )
SLIDE 7 : in conclusion : please read this webtoon deserves more attention and on god i will not shut up about it
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Shining Force All HQ Quotes - JP & ENG
[translated some of these on the guide book notes anyway so why not gather them all. I avoided it because Lowe’s sexual harassment bums me out but it came up on the guide anyway so whatever at this point. I promise other characters get better stuff.
Since I did not play the JP version quotes are taken from this handy list. English screenshots are from an old playthrough of mine so Max has a different name.
Also, several active team quotes were reused (with occasional tweaks) in the GBA version and translated accurately there. I didn’t have the patience to screenshots them all but used them as reference in my own translations. That’s enough rambling so let’s go]
Luke
Active:
"Nothing to fear while I'm here! Take me to battle always!"
Rest:
"Everyone's talking about how awesome the last battle was, c'mon, take me on the next one! It won't be fun to go back home without anything to brag about."
Ken
Active:
"Getting to fight as a real knight is like a dream come true. I'll do my best!"
Rest:
"I'm sorry, Max, but traveling through all these countries is a lot of fun."
Tao
Active:
"I'll fight to my very end... I want to be of service to you!"
Rest:
"...Hmm, hmm... Mythical magic? ... I don't get it... Where could it be? ...I don't understand... but I want to."
Hans
Active: the english version is perfectly accurate, save for cutting the ellipsis
Rest:
"Max, seems like you were really fierce in the last battle… You’re brave... While I’m so, so afraid. I wonder how the others feel."
Lowe
Active:
"I'm the support so that everyone can fight with no worries... But let me fight too sometimes!"
Rest:
"Ah, I'm bored, so bored. I feel like messing with the girls now. Whoa, what! That's a scary face, man... I got it, I'll behave."
[much better]
Gong
Active: the english version is accurate.
Rest:
"Humpf, huff, huff! Hiyah!
What are you staring at so intently? I'm training so that my attacks get stronger."
Gort
Active:
"This great Gort isn't about to lose to any youngsters yet!"
Rest:
"Max! Want some sashimi? I and the other guys who were free caught some fish and cut them up with this sword. Oops, was that not okay?"
Mae
Active:
"I inherited my father's strength! I won't forgive you if you look down at me for being a woman!"
Rest: the english version is accurate save for cutting a "One two! One, two!" at the beginning
Khris
Active:
"Tell me when you get hurt, okay? Even a small wound can make you unable to fight if you don't care for it."
Rest:
“B-Blaaaze! ...Aww, it really doesn’t work...
Max... I think it’s impossible for a priest to use Blaze...”
Anri
Active: english version is mostly accurate but missing the end part.
"Max, thank you for your efforts. I'll do my best too, so take care of yourself as well."
Rest:
"Max! Listen here, Lowe just touched my butt! If he does it again I'll blast him with a Blaze spell."
Arthur
Active: english version is accurate
Rest:
"Once this journey is over, there’s something I want to do. I’m thinking of searching for the legendary golden Holy Grail..."
Balbaroy
Active:
"I'll fight until these wings break. With our pride as rulers of the sky..."
Rest:
"*crack* *crack* Oh, my neck is tense. I've been flying all year so this area around the neck gets stiff. It gets harder to move the wings too."
Amon
Active: english version is perfectly accurate
Rest:
"*flapflapflap* *flapflapflap*
I just can't stand still on the ground!
*flapflapflap* *flapflapflap*"
Diane
Active: english version is accurate although cutting a generic "I'll strike them all down!" at the end
Rest:
"*click* *click* *nyooooom*
Ah, this? I'm restringing my bow. Should be okay now. *nyoooom*"
Zylo
Active:
"We werewolves were born to fight. Of course I wish to be at the battlefield..."
Rest:
"*swish* *swish* *swish* *swish*
My claws are my weapons. Of course it is crucial to take care of them. Good, they look in excellent shape."
Pelle
Active:
"Don't get it wrong. I'm a real knight. I don't just go whenever the money is."
Rest:
"*clop clop* *stab!* Whoa! That was close... I might end up hurting you if you come to talk while I'm training."
Yogurt
his japanese line is the same either in the active team or not:
"...I don't get it..."
Active:
Rest:
Kokichi
Active:
"Yahoo! I'm fired up to fight! I'll make quick work of those Runefaust guys!"
Rest:
"Hey there, Max! Behold the wonders of modern life! Walking is now a thing of the past."
Vankar
Active:
"Putting me in battle means you have great eyes! As expected of a leader!"
Rest:
“(hic) Drinks, more drinks!
Keep bringing on the drinks!
Oh, if it ain’t Max!
Say, my glass’ been empty for a while now, fill it up for me, won’t ya?”
Domingo
Active:
"Ahem. Did yu know? There's thwee times more ocean than land in this wold."
Rest:
“Ahem. Did yu know? No one here believs it but, the wold isn’t flat.”
Guntz
Active: the GBA version fits perfectly
"Hssss hsssssss...
My steam engine's fired up and raring to go!"
Rest:
"*Hsssss hssssss* Everything's fine. I'm doing some maintenance right now. Ah, this is the best."
Earnest
Active: The english version is accurate save for dropping the drama ellipsis (the jp version is more like “My wish... is to fight at the front lines!”).
Rest:
"It's also good to take a break from fighting once in a while. Since I've been fighting all my life..."
Lyle
Active: english version is accurate save for cutting out the Assault Cannon's name
Rest:
"...Huh? An, an enemy attack?
...Was it a dream? This is really embarrassing. Since I had nothing to do I ended up dozing off I guess."
Bleu
Active:
"I'll fight! With my pride as a sacred dragon!"
Rest: english version is mostly accurate but i ended up retranslating anyway
"*swoosh* *swoosh* *swoosh*
Do I still lack experience? I'm not great at using my tail."
Musashi
Active:
"Any specters that appear shall be cut by my sword. Gahaha!"
[Check the notes on his bio for the specters/mononoke thing.
Also, like most samurai characters in media, Musashi uses some outdated language. Unfortunately I don't know enough old english to try to adapt that.]
Rest:
"... ...I'm awake...
Perhaps you do not know. This is a form of meditation, Zazen. It is part of my training."
Alef
Active:
"Let's do our best together to defeat Darksol."
Rest:
"What is the deal with that priest, Lowe? He's been loitering around for a while. It's quite unpleasant, could you do something about it?"
Torasu
Active: the english version is accurate, if a bit clumsy
"Please try to not be hurt badly. If your allies are hurt, leave them to me."
Rest:
"Max, you're wide open! *thump* Aah, you didn't feel it at all? Ohh, were I powerful like a monk, maybe I'd stand out more."
Adam
Active: the GBA version fits perfectly.
"I was born to serve you... I will follow wherever you lead."
Rest:
“Darksol… I cannot forgive him.
Even Chaos was used by him…
I won’t ever forgive him…”
Hanzou
Active: the GBA version fits perfectly.
"...A ninja is a man of few words. We are content to show our strength in battle..."
Rest:
"Everyone is very active. Well, it's fine by me. I am of the shadows. A bright place like this does not suit me. But should you desire, I'll lend you my power."
#shining force#long post#god no i'm not tagging everyone#shining force hq quotes#thought i'd be finishing this quick. sometimes i forget that 29 characters means Twenty Nine Whole Characters#shining force localization stuff
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The Emancipation of Performative Apathy
A personal essay about growing up
When I was younger, I always thought I was way too cool to ever express myself, especially to my peers. At the risk of sounding insane, I didn’t really like anyone- most things that I did feel were things that I could only describe as reactionary. I didn’t enjoy the people that I called friends, and, in that time, I lost a lot of interest for the sake of trying to be cool in front of them. Which means that after a certain age, I was that annoying, goofy ass, punk that just didn’t let myself or anyone else enjoy things. And through it all, through the eons that have passed, the thing that got me out of that funk was Kingdom Hearts. (That's right, this is a love letter to kingdom hearts, eat my ass. I’m pushing 30, let me have this.)
(Kingdom Hearts box art via CNET)
For the allistics reading this, Kingdom Hearts is a video game franchise that, as of writing, has 3 main numbered entries and 10 side games. All of these games are integral to the overall story that has spanned over the course of twenty-one years. It’s a game that tries the ludicrous idea of attempting a giant crossover between two IP’s- Final Fantasy and Disney. In all of these games, you play as spikey-haired anime protagonist OC known as Sora who goes on adventures with Disney’s Donald and Goofy. They explore Disney’s catalog of animated films and engage in anime fights with the villains of said movie. If I had to sum up the experience of what it’s like playing it would be something like Goofy and Squall from Final Fantasy 8, meeting up and having a melodramatic conversation about light and darkness. Nothing about this game should have worked, but my 4-year-old ass sat on the floor and loved every second of it. I was hooked from the first game despite that game being very hard and even harder to understand at that age.
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My brother and I would play that game together and by play, I mean I just watched while he played. The problem was that we were both young children, so we barely knew how to play the game. We got stuck a lot. The first game in this franchise is very hard- the hardest one, if you ask me. Replaying it now is still a struggle in some parts. Things don’t work the way they’re intended to, and characters move like they’re knee deep in mud. Keep in mind this was the early 2000’s, like prehistoric, ancient Mesopotamia era- there was no internet especially in the border town we lived in. The only consistent resource we had were our parents and, of course, a book.
This, however, wasn’t just any old book, this was the holy grail of all knowledge, a heavenly divine scripture written by the gods who wished to bless us mere mortals with a tome filled with their wisdom. Our journey to acquire such knowledge was not going to be easy and we were prepared to face those challenges. We begged, cried, and, most importantly, asked our parents to take us to our conveniently located Barnes and Noble. And after searching for what felt like eons, there it was- The Official Kingdom Hearts Strategy Guide.
(from ‘Kingdom Hearts: The Official Strategy Guide’ (pages 62, 63) via piggyback)
The guide contained everything we ever needed from maps and battle strategies, stickers, art, important item locations, secrets, stickers and, most importantly, enemy stats. We never bought it. But God I wanted those stickers. Anyway, Barnes and Noble had a copy opened so we may have skimmed it. The most important piece of information the guide ever gave us was to use defensive magic. Like that was it. And that has been the most game changing advice I have ever gotten for a game. And with that, we beat the first game, under leveled and slightly better gamers. After the first game, I was sort of left to play these games by myself.
Up until 2013, I had played every entry that came out, including the one where the real- time combat is done with one time use cards that have to be reloaded upon use. The series had a game come out on every piece of hardware you can imagine, so even if I wasn't home to play one of the titles, there was always something in my pocket to give me access to this world. I didn’t understand a damn thing that was being said in the game, but I loved it anyway. It was just nice to see Goofy do the most broken, most insane juggle in the game to go on and get a wombo combo by Donald casting a string of spells that barely work while you were fighting a different enemy using a spinning twits kick. It was nothing short of brilliance.
After 2013, once I was in middle school, I stopped caring. The first trailer for the 3rd installment in the game was shown off way back then and it looked interesting but by all means I just didn’t want to care about a silly game. Instead, I decided to focus my efforts into becoming the worst possible person that a teenager could be- a centralist. I thought I was hot shit, I thought I was being super cool by adapting the language and attitudes of contemporary think tanks. At the time, that meant the rhetoric of atheists on the internet which in itself evolved into the anti-woke, anti-sjw and, eventually, gamer gate spaces. The people I had surrounded myself with just made it easier for me to become so embedded into the idea that I didn’t need to be an active member in my communities or my life. I didn’t let myself be bogged down by anything that could possibly make me feel bad. And because of all that, between the ages of 10-16, my memory is pretty blurry.
When I came to, I found myself over encumbered by the burdening realization- a passionate 3-word sentence, searing onto the tip of my tongue: I hate this. I didn’t dig my heels into the lamest world of politics- which by then shape shifted into the likes of Ben Shapario, Rubin Report, and Project Veritas. They were all things that I used to watch or was aware of who they were. I was too cool to ever be lame enough to fall into that conservative pipeline. I was just becoming an extremely apathetic man. Instead of radicalizing myself to that kind of thing, I just sat there with that nothing for a long time. I didn’t know what to talk about now. I just started listening to other people around me. I saw people who loved things and each other, who were hurt by things outside of their control. And I didn’t know what was going on. In 2016, I miraculously graduated high school even though I kind of just sort of did nothing and still came out at like 18th in my class. In that haze I somehow then performed an any% speed run through college in what was supposed to be a 2018 graduation turned into a 2019 graduation. In that time, I eventually started leaning more towards where I stand now with my political affiliations, and that meant where I was as a kid. I was super based as a kid way more than I was in my adolescence, it’s comedy really.
My brother reminded me sometime in late 2018, early 2019, that after 6+ years Kingdom Hearts 3 was finally releasing. That month I made an unprecedented amount of money in tips, and it was coming out around my birthday, so I bought it. I hadn’t played the previous games in so long and when I went back to see all these games and the plot threads that were going to be wrapped up in this 3rd main- line entry, I was surprised to see how much I remember it and, what was the most shocking to me, was how much I cared about it. Remembering all those characters, people that I hadn’t seen in at least 6+ years was a sobering reminder of my own frail creation of a personality I created and what little it had made me.
I couldn’t help but think about Sora and the quest that he’d been through in these games. Sora is nothing like me. He unabashedly and unconditionally loves, he is quick to extend a hand of friendship, he constantly wears his heart on his sleeve and, most importantly, learns what growing up means in a world that wants to grow cold. He started off as a happy kid who goes on this long adventure because he didn’t want to lose his friends. Throughout the course of the series, in what I’m guessing was the writers trying to write themselves out of a corner, decided to inject fear and doubt into him. He loses his memory and never gets it back after a yearlong sleep. When he comes to, he finds that he’s not the same person anymore and that the friend that he spent so long looking for, doesn't even look like himself. In both writing and performance, it feels like he’s in this sort of catatonic state, a stupor that t. In that time, Sora finds that he’s literally been split in two- a side portrayed by a totally different character, one that was mean, sad, and edgy, one that represented his hurt. It takes Sora a long time to sound and act like his old self, in both writing and performance. The plot device that cements this, funnily enough, is the one that introduces time travel and has Sora look like his old self from the first game. He literally goes back into his old self and the writing is better and it’s filled with so much glee that it genuinely made me laugh. It was the corniest and lamest joke ever and it made me laugh. And I will always remember that.
(Kingdom Hearts 3 title screen from ‘Kingdom Hearts 3 Title Screen Opening & Menu Selection (1080p 60fps)’via YouTube)
When Kingdom Hearts 3 came to my door, I put the disc into my system, sat on the floor, and began what turned out to be one of the most heart wrenching experiences of my life. From a fucking game that featured Donald Duck casting a spell known as Zettaflare which is a spell so powerful that only two other mages in Final Fantasy can use. From the game that features an AMV that feels like it was ripped from an early 2000’s YouTube video. The main menu alone had me in tears. That’s how it went from that point forward, just little parts in its stilted weirdly written dialogue that would just remind me of me. It all just collectively came forward at the very end. Sora rescues everyone. The evil bad man (who is the only person in the franchise to have any melanin in his skin and I think I should be a little offended by that) stops being evil and realizes that maybe leading the world into fascism isn’t the move. The worlds that had fallen into darkness have been saved. That even the other half of Sora found happiness in his friend’s and stopped being so angsty. All is okay in the universe. The final image of the game, of this main line series so far, is that of Sora staring into the eyes of his love interest, both of their silhouettes outlined by the setting sun beside them. I’m shouting for my boy Sora, that son of a bitch did it. Right after they both lean in, there's a kiss coming, the music starts swelling, and as a beautiful bloom radiating from the sun, the colors turn vibrant as their outlines become consumed, he fades away into that light. He’s gone. Then it cuts to credits. That’s it. That's the ending. It made me cry so fucking hard.
I have never let myself be part of a world that experienced anything. I purposely closed myself off to maintain a level of vague coolness because I was ashamed to ever be seen as liking something let alone ever approaching a personality that is authentically me. I think I was just scared as being seen as childish or lesser for liking silly things like a game or show. All I got from the people around me, including adults, were positive responses for being an emotionally constipated teenager. I held myself back and I lost a lot of myself because of my shame.
Shame as I now understand it, isn’t something that comes from within, it’s a feeling that comes because of one’s relation to others. It’s a feeling that comes when there’s an innate desire of needing the validation of others to accept you and all that you encompass. And when you start thinking about it like that, then there IS a lot of pressure to be someone that others will like. That ideological framework is what hurts the most. It's the thing that makes cliques and ends up becoming a sort of internalized stigmatization. In the article Shame in Self and Society, Thomas J. Sheff would argue that in all of our understanding of lived- in experiences of expressions, shame, compared to feelings like love that have had such a much broader and wider understanding, has been so uniquely defined in our society. It’s in that we can see why there is such a shocking lack of empathy in our world. And I think I can agree with it, to a certain extent.
The word that we use now, well from what I see, is cringe. Cringe in every way shape and form is about shaming people for having any sort of noticeable attachment to something. I would argue that cringe takes it a step further by directly comparing it to standards of neurotypicality of expression which can be further expressed into conservative white thought. Like all things, cringe and shame are political and hurting someone for not being what you wanted them to be is pretty lame if you ask me. I was that person and I bullied myself for it. I hid in corners of my own life watching someone that I didn’t recognize. In my head, that’s what growing up looked like.
Three months after the release of KH3, and to the surprise of everyone, I came out as trans. I know it’s pretty stereotypical of me to be a fan of Kingdom Hearts and be trans but I think it’s funny. It’s like right there with being trans and a Sonic fan. It was a (Donkey Kong Barrel) blast coming out. And I’m happy that I did. I have found happiness in allowing myself to change, to let other people see me change. I have learned to just love things and others and myself. And that’s a weird sentence to say. It seems like just a basic human understanding, like something that would just be fundamental to just being, I don’t know, decent. And I had spent so much of my time never knowing. That pretentious kid thought they knew everything, what a punk.
Being well into my 20’s now, all I know is that I don’t want to be that person again. I don’t want to be known as someone who is there for my friends because of the simple fact that I enjoy being their friend. To let myself be completely infatuated with the small things that exist in this world. I want to be able to see others as themselves and not as what I want them to be, to see the parts of them that don’t shine anymore and still enjoy their company. I know that’s not a revolutionary take, in fact I think it makes people wince their eyes out of concern especially since the thing that made me realize it was a spikey haired anime protagonist and his closest friends Donald and Goofy. But I don’t know how else to tell you how happy that has made me. That learning from a goofball like Sora was kind of sort of freeing. And I think that I can best explain this with a simple meme, don't kill the part of you that is cringe, kill the part that cringes. I guess it was ok to just want to be a little my bestie like Sora.
(Image of Kingdom Hearts gang and their first appearance outfits from ‘Kingdom Hearts: Visual Art Collection: CG & Illustration Works’ via Internet Archive)
#kingdom hearts#writing#short essay#funny#creative writing#games#video games#what a time to be alive#what is a tag#but#a#speck#of#pain
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Interesting two-fold story I’ve got (/ref). It involves a Berserker concept I rejected, and a Berserker concept I thought I’d keep around. That second part is long as fuck, though, so I’m gonna put that under the cut.
So last night, I was toying with the idea of myself as a Servant. I figured a really cool idea to explore would be a Berserker version whose Madness Enhancement makes them think only about Mephistopheles. The Madness Enhancement would force Berserker!me (henceforth referred to as “me,” “I,” “they,” or “Brucersker) to speak only in regards to Mephisto, sort-of switching around second- and third-person.
Example:
What I would like to say: “From what I’ve seen, is it safe to say that Mephistopheles hates you?”
What “I” would actually say: “I’ve seen your interactions… you hate her, right?”
What I really liked about “me” was the badass-sounding summoning line I came up with (content warning for misogyny, suicide, blood, repetition, and mentions of death in the link):
“Servant, Berserker. My incompetent self came for one reason and one reason only. Where. Is. My. Wife?”
I imagined that this would lead Guda on a sort-of goose chase around Chaldea, trying to figure out who Bruce’s “wife” is, with Brucerker merely saying “I’ll know him when I see him.” (I wrote “them” this way for the sake of dramatic tension, but who’s to say this isn’t also a result of Madness Enhancement?
I could probably write a ficlet on that search alone, but here’s the CliffNotes version:
Brucerker: "Where. Is. My. Wife?”
Guda: “I don’t know… But I can help you find her! What is your wife like?”
Brucerker: “...coy, and sly.”
Guda: “Okay… (that’s not enough to go off of…) What if I introduce you to all of my Servants?”
Brucerker: “Yes… Master should start with the one that’s been with them since the beginning.”
Guda takes Brucerker to meet Mash.
Guda: “This is Mash Kyrielight, my first Servant! Class: Shielder.”
Brucerker, as the Madness Enhancement unclouds some of their memories of being a Master: “No… She’s like you, but different… A protector, but much younger…”
Mash, not knowing how Brucerker’s Madness Enhancement works: "’Like you but different…’ hmm…”
Mash, Brucerker, and Guda go to see Berserker Lancelot.
Brucerker, remembering the effort they put into strengthening Lancelot out of pity: “Those golden crystals I gave to make him stronger… I could have given them to you. Was it worth it?”
Lancelot is enraged by this disrespect and tries to attack Brucerker. Luckily, Mash intercepts with her shield.
Guda (to Mash): “Okay, so we know they used to be a Master.” (to Bruce) “What else is your wife like?”
Brucerker: “Kind… so kind… so full of love.”
Guda ponders the information.
A protector like Mash (but not the same age)...
Kind and full of love...
There’s at least one Servant in Chaldea who fits that description who has told Guda of her experience in a previous Holy Grail War.
Factoring in the Madness Enhancement, it’s entirely possible that Brucerker is confusing being “sly and coy” for something else.
Guda decides that it could be Jeanne, with Brucerker mistaking her more laid-back attitude toward being burned at the stake for aloofness.
Guda and Mash take Brucerker to see Jeanne, who is in the cafeteria hanging out with Astolfo.
Guda introduces them to Brucerker (Astolfo is ecstatic to meet someone new and shakes “their” hand without hesitation) and asks if Jeanne is “their” wife.
Brucerker says the line I used as the Madness Enhancement example, and adds that “you hate her because she can’t admit her problems.”
Guda is overcome with realization.
Astolfo: “But who would do that?”
Guda: “Like Mash but different… full of love… hates Jeanne for not admitting her problems!”
Guda: “It’s Meph!”
I really liked Brucerker’s vibes and concept, but I didn’t want to settle on one specific idea for my Mastersona as a Servant. I fluctuate between ideas for that concept too often. Instead, I went onto a Fate/Grand Order server I’m in and suggested a “game” of sorts (now we’re getting to the good stuff).
Content warning under the cut for mentions of death, burning, and incest
I put Brucerker’s summon line in the server, without telling them whose it was, and my friends had to assign a True Name to it. One friend, @/hasspartacusdoneanythingwrong, guessed that it was Pygmalion. I did a few quick Google searches, and I found out that Pygmalion is the sculptor who constructed and fell in love with Galatea.
I think the personality facets I had in mind for Brucerker translate very well to a hypothetical Berserker Pygmalion but can be taken in directions that are quite different. I can see it now…
He’s self-aware enough to know that he’s a Berserker and how Berserkers should act, but he doesn’t know why he’s a Berserker (The answer is love. It’s always love).
He still puts Galatea up on a ridiculously high pedestal (it’s hard to tell how much of this has been exacerbated by Madness Enhancement). Because of this, he is devastated that Galatea is a Berserker as well. “Of course,” he’s not upset for his own sake, but for hers. “Why,” he wonders, “was my beloved put into the class of violence and madness? She should be a Ruler, a Caster, anything would be better than this.” (It should be noted that he only has a rudimentary understanding of the classes) He blames himself for this, and while he’s technically right, he doesn’t get that Galatea is a Berserker due to his love. Rather, he thinks that while building her, he made some kind of mistake, and he treats this nonexistent mistake like his greatest failure, because his beloved deserves only the best.
Me: If I had a nickel for every Servant I came up with who held a gold Servant to such a high standard that they thought that person should be considered a Ruler, I’d have two nickels. Which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it happened twice.
His manner of speech is the same as Brucerker’s, but with Galatea instead of Mephistopheles (I should also clarify that Brucerker and Pygmalion can still refer to those people in third person)
He hangs out with a lot of Servants who have similar levels of devotion for one person or deal with love in a similar way. However, only the devotion factor allows you to understand him (it doesn’t have to be romantic in nature). It’s kind of like Mental Corruption in that regard, so I’m not sure if I’d rather use MC or ME for his kit. MC would make him more unique, though, so if that’s the one that makes more sense, I’m all for it. Anyway, here are some of the Heroic Spirits he likes to hang out with (he always gushes about his wife), as well as Heroic Spirits who can understand him.
Those who he hangs out with (italicized names can understand him): Sigurd, Artemis, Nobukatsu, Brynhildr, Odysseus, Gilles de Rais, Erik, Kama, Galatea (of course), Jeanne d’Arc, Xu Fu, Abigail Williams (Summer), Europa
Pygmalion, Sigurd, Brynhildr, Odysseus, and Xu Fu: the “I fucking love my spouse” club
Artemis, Kama, and Europa: the “mistaken for various Alters of Aphrodite” trio
Pygmalion will follow them around and shower them with gratitude for bringing Galatea to life. Europa gently tries to correct him but is ignored, Artemis smugly accepts the praise, and Kama, well…
Pygmalion and Nobukatsu: the “I am compelled to die for this person” duo
Pygmalion, Brynhildr, Gilles de Rais, Erik: the “our love was considered ‘mad’” gang
Other noteworthy relationships
Salome and Kiyohime: “You hurt your beloved? You decapitate/burn them like the firewood tree? Scorn for Salome/Kiyohime! Scorn for Salome/Kiyohime for a thousand years!”
Erice and Yu Mei-ren: Pygmalion respects them for their devotion, but they avoid him because he’s weird.
Caligula: “Get that incest bullshit out of here.”
Tamamo no Mae: There’s a sense of mutual respect between them.
Cleopatra: “...why would you ask your beloved to change something about him that isn’t even a problem?”
Summer Sessyoin: Disgusted that her devotion, which he considers equal in strength to his own, is toward the idea of a Little Mermaid sequel rather than a person; views it as selfish
Other Servants who can understand him: Rama
He’s been waiting for eons to be summoned at the same time as Galatea (I always got the vibe that Heroic Spirits are self-aware while they’re waiting in the Throne to be summoned), so he has no patience for anything else.
If he and his wife are in Chaldea at the same time, he’ll soon want to escalate things, telling Guda to summon his and Galatea’s kids as well. Try as Guda might to explain that it doesn’t work like that, Pygmalion will keep on trying to pressure them.
#Orb Rob don't look#misogyny mention CW#suicide mention CW#blood mention CW#death mention CW#violence mention CW#Spammy don't look#incest mention CW#ask to tag#FGO Mephistopheles#Mephistopheles FGO#fate grand order#fgo#fate#shut up about the sun#text post#my posts#caster.txt#mastersona#my OCs#writing#my writing#meme#Mephistopheles#Berserker Pygmalion#Guda#Mash Kyrielight#Jeanne d'Arc#Astolfo#OCs
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Airport
I know this isn't Monday but am I late when I told you last week I would do this on Tuesday because I was fleeing, I mean leaving the country temporarily? I am back, rested, and full of stuff to share.
This was the first time we traveled since Covid shut everything down in 2020, and in that time there have been MANY changes to how we go through the airport system. I hear enhancements were made to make our travel experience more enjoyable, but I also heard once that rubbing mayo on your head made your hair grow back. Fool me once...
There were things on the flight I observed (like maybe all kids between the ages of 3-8 should be put in with the baggage), but that is not what I will be discussing today.
There was also the experience with the travel agent, who took our money, set up reservations with the airlines and resort, but we had to do everything else including produce our own tickets and boarding passes, but I will not be discussing that today either.
This blog is about the experience at the airports (coming and going) that I want to discuss, hence the title of this blog. I will not name names when it comes to the airports, but this involves one domestic and one foreign. You can take your pick which I am referring to.
If you are going to have self check in machines, put some in that work. I was trying to check my baggage and received every default and error message except a digital middle finger. There are 'people' there to help, but when they come over they punch in some super secret code that makes everything run smooth, then they look at you with that 'Your are pathetic' smirk before they walk away to join with the other helpers to compare stories.
Why do you have to go on line to get a boarding pass 24 hours before your flight when you still have to line up at the airport for two hours for them to give you a paper boarding pass and take your luggage. Here is a helpful hint: put an outhouse in the line because a lot of seniors travel and we could sure use one.
The plane lands, it takes you forty minutes to go through all the various checkpoints, and you still get to the carousel 15 minutes before your luggage.
Speaking of check points, Have a sign that says 'You will need to show your passport 6 times, your boarding pass 8 times, and any other random pieces of paper they are going to ask for. I got tired just putting them away, taking them out, repeat.
I was stopped for a random customs check. What, you say this happens. Well let me tell you it keeps happening to me. I believe I am being profiled. This time I was worried as I was separated from the rest of the group and sent down a long corridor to a place where there were a lot of unsmiling faces on uniformed people staring at me. I was psychologically preparing myself for some kind of cavity search (at their peril mind you) when I was asked three questions. Where had I been? Was this my first time there? and how long were we away? That was it. I had to be isolated for those gripping sensitive questions. I felt like I was in Monty Python and the Holy Grail and one wrong answer and the floor would open up and I would never be seen again. My wife quietly waited for me (she is a saint) and here's the kicker: She had my passport. If they had asked to see mine I was screwed. This blog would still be waiting in my head, along with stories of prison life.
Did you know the airport sells luxury snacks? One of these years I will save up enough to see what a $3.50 chocolate bar tastes like. Don't be fooled by the packaging. They might look like the ones in Dollarama that go for .88 but there must be something special about them.
People push past you to get on the plane first. They might not be aware that it does not leave until all of us get on board. or that the seats are reserved not first come first serve.
This is my airport story.
THOUGHT OF THE WEEK: Don't judge your vacation by what happens at the airport. That will never change. Judge it by what happens between flying there and flying home. Isn't that where you take all the pictures anyway?
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By any chance are there any Arthur x reader fanfiction stories out there that's not based on the BBC show or the King Arthur movie? I'm searching for King Arthur from Arthurian mythology.
Cause if there's none then I might write it (forewarning, it'll probably be FemReader but I'll try to make it as GN as possible).
As much as I like the poly ship of Arthur x Guinevere x Lancelot sometimes I just want Arthur all to myself 😅.
And because I like mixing media, I'm going to play around with the Dan Brown "Holy Grail" (cause I'm not the biggest fan of the Percival Holy Grail story and some parts still confuse me till this day-and I'm saying this as someone who grew up Catholic). I'm still debating whether or not I should keep the Xian elements or just makeup a fictional equivalent of the Dan Brown Holy Grail mythos (I'm honestly leaning on this part more).
Essentially here's what I may write:
You are Arthur's lover before he meets Guinevere. You are close with Morgan le fay and this was the time when she and Arthur still got along without any enmity between them (They're not siblings in this version). Your family comes from a sacred bloodline that has a tendency towards being magically adept. But said bloodline has its protectors because the mere existence of this bloodline will take away or shakeup a status quo.
That's the non spoiler prompt that's been lingering for days in my mind now.
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Devotional Hours Within the Bible
by J.R. Miller
The Walk to Emmaus (Luke 24:13-35)
Sometime in the afternoon of the day on which Jesus rose, two of His disciples, not apostles - but friends, took a long walk into the country. We are not told why they went to Emmaus. Perhaps they had given up hope. Thus it is too often with Christ's friends in these days, when trouble comes upon them. The bright dreams fade, they grow disheartened and turn away - as if the sacred beliefs they had cherished so long were only delusions. We see here, however, how needless was the discouragement. No hope really had faded. What they thought was cause for sorrow - was the secret of the most blessed hope the world ever has known.
As these men walked along the way, they talked together of the strange things which had happened. This was natural. Their hearts were full of these things, and they could not but talk about them. If the conversation of Christian people is sometimes vapid and trivial, it must be because their hearts are not filled with the holy themes which ought to occupy them. Is there much truly pious conversation? What did you talk about yesterday, or last evening, in the long walk you took with your friend? This example suggests to us, at least the value of good, earnest, wayside conversation. Most of us walk more or less with our friends. Why should two sincere Christians talk together for an hour or longer, and neither of them say one word better than the idlest chitchat about the merest nothings ?
Now a most interesting thing occurred. As they went on talking together, Jesus Himself drew near and walked with them. That is always the way. Jesus said, "Where two or three are gathered together in My name - there am I in the midst of them." We are met in His name - when love for Him draws us together. Then He will always join us. If only idle words are on our lips, if we are gossiping about our neighbors, saying mean and disagreeable things about them; if we are talking of things which are not beautiful and good - we have no reason to expect Christ to draw near and join us. He would not be interested in our conversation, nor would we care to have Him listening to what we are saying. In order to have Christ go with us in our walk - our talk must be of things which will be congenial to Him. This, therefore, is the test - Would Jesus want to enter into this conversation with us? Would He be pleased to hear the words we are saying drop from our lips?
Sometimes we join a group of busy talkers, and suddenly the conversation ceases. They do no want to go on with it, in our presence. Would we keep on with this talk of ours without embarrassment or sense of unfitness, if Jesus were to come in and sit down visibly in our circle?
He walked with these friends unrecognized. They did not know him. This is often the way with us - Jesus draws near to us and we fail to know that it is He. He comes to us in our sorrow, and we do not see Him by our side. We go on weeping and breaking our hearts, while if we saw the glorious form that is close to us, and knew of the love that is throbbing against our breasts - we would put away our tears and rejoice. Many people fail to recognize the divine love and comfort in their grief - and go on as if there were no stars shining in the sky. How may of us are conscious of the presence of Christ with us, or get from it the full comfort, inspiration, and help which we might get?
Sir Launfal, in Lowell's poem, wandered over all the earth in search of the Holy Grail. When at last, after long years had passed, he returned, aged and bent, to his old home - there under his own castle walls did he find the object of his search! Just so, often we would find close beside us, in the Scriptures we already possess, in the circumstances in which we are place, in the human tenderness that is about us - the help we are seeking and the truth we need, if only we had eyes to see.
The Stranger showed a deep interest in the two men. The sorrow in their faces and tones touched His heart. Jesus always has a quick ear and sensitive heart for human grief or need. He knows when we are sad; when our burden is greater than we can bear. Then He is quick to express sympathy. He wants to give help.
This conversation shows that Jesus desires His friends to confide in Him. It does good for a burdened heart to tell out its trouble to Him. So when these men spoke to Him of the things that filled their hearts that day, He asked, "What things?" He knew, of course; but He wanted them to speak out their fears and doubts and ask their questions. So, when we are in sorrow, Christ wants us to tell Him of all that troubles or perplexes us. The telling will do us good. Then, by bringing them to Him - we shall have the tangles unsnarled .
Jesus spoke to these disciples out of a loving heart, telling them how slow they were in believing in what the prophets had spoken. He then told them that it befit the Messiah, to suffer the very things which this Jesus they were grieving over, had suffered. He told them that if they had only understood the Scriptures, their hearts never would have been cast down by the things which had befallen Him. God's way is always the true one. Our way would not bring us to the glory we desire - any more than the disciples' idea of the Messiah would have brought salvation to the world. When God sets aside our plans for our lives - we may know that His plan, however different from ours it may be, and however it may seem to thwart our plans - is the right one.
These two men enjoyed a rare privilege that day in having Jesus as an interpreter of the Scriptures concerning Himself, "He expounded unto them in all the Scriptures, the things concerning Himself." It would be interesting if we could read the interpretations he gave. What a wonderful talk that was! We may be quite sure that He quoted the passages which depicted the sufferings of the Messiah, showing that the cross was part of the divine plan of redemption. Doubtless He quoted the fifty-third chapter of Isaiah. Thus He went over the Old Testament, interpreting it and showing how he had fulfilled these ancient predictions. No wonder their hearts burned within them - as He opened to them the Scriptures.
At length they came to the place where their journey ended. He was disposed to go on farther - but they urged Him to abide with them. If they had not thus constrained Him, He would have passed on. Think what they would have missed - if He had not gone in with them. We do not know how much of the revealing of divine love and grace we miss continually, because of the tameness of our praying. We ought to get a lesson from the example of these disciples, who constrained the Stranger to go in with them and were rewarded by finding in Him - the Friend for whom they were so hungering.
When they sat down together at the table for their evening meal, the Stranger took bread and blessed it, and broke it, and gave it to them. Perhaps it was these familiar acts which revealed Him to them. Or they may have seen the nail mark in the hand which broke the bread. We are not told how - but in some way they came to understand that the Guest at their table was Jesus Himself, whom they were mourning as dead - but who was now risen and living! What if our eyes would be opened to see Jesus every time He is beside us, eating with us, walking with us? How radiant would all life then become!
Another suggestion from this Emmaus story, is that often it is only as they leave us - that we learn the value of our blessings. "Their eyes were opened, and they knew Him; and He vanished out of their sight." How often it is rue that only in their vanishing, do our friends reveal themselves to us.
Somehow our eyes are blinded, and we do not see the loveliness. Faults seem larger and blemishes greater, while our friends are close to us. But as they leave us - the faults appear faults no longer, "just odd ways," and blemishes are transfigured into shining marks. Why wait for the hour of departing - to see the beauty and the good?
#James Russell Miller#Devotional Hours Within the Bible#The Walk to Emmaus#Luke 24:13-35#July 2#2022
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Never Ending Truth (18)
Indiana Jones x OC
Summary: Everyone is born with a matching tattoo to their soulmate, but not everyone can feel their soulmate’s emotions. Harley LaCarrubba is a freshman attending Marshall college to one day be an archeologist with her passion for history. Lucky for her, she is being taught by none other than the famous Indiana Jones, the school heartthrob. She can feel her soulmate’s emotions but never met him in real life, making her feel guilty about having a crush on her professor.
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**Two months later**
Life has been great; I can't complain; Indy and I have grown increasingly close to each other. We have had numerous deep conversations about anything we could think of. I've learned so much about him and his life, and I finally understand why he is the way he is. His father didn't really talk to him much after his mother died; he was more obsessed with the Holy Grail. He was more interested in guys who had been dead for 500 years in different countries than in Indiana. I know why Indy doesn't want to marry and have kids so soon. He feels like he will be like his father and fail them. Indy has told me several times he's going to marry me and has it all planned out, but he wants to wait a little longer, preferably after I get a degree. I can't wait for that day to come, just thinking I will be the wife of the famous Dr. Jones. Harley Ann Jones, the wife of Indiana Jones, has a nice ring.
I turned to the right side of the bed, expecting to see Indy, but he wasn't there. "Indy?" I sat up and looked at the clock to see we had an hour before it was time to wake up for school. I searched the house for him, noticing he was in the kitchen. Indy had dirt all over him from head to toe and a box of chocolates in his hands with a sexy smirk on his face. "Why are you all dirty?"
"I was working on your present." He smiles as he comes over to me, leaning down and placing a kiss on my cheek. "Come on." He turns me around and puts his hand over my eyes while he leads me down the hall to the backyard. "Indy, what do you have up your sleeve now?" I chuckle as I follow him blindly. He opened the door and led me onto the porch. He took his large hand off my eyes, letting me adjust to the light. I notice the new addition to our garden, four giant golden sunflowers. "Oh, Indy, it's beautiful!" I jump up and down and hug him, not caring about getting dirty. "Thank you!!"
"You're welcome, doll. I know how much you love sunflowers, so I thought you should have some of your own." He smiled down at me as he brushed my hair back.
"I love them."
"Happy Valentine's Day." He breathed as he leaned down, placing a kiss on my lips.
"Happy Valentine's Day." I smile against his lips. "I got you something as well."
"You can give it to me tonight, oh, and I have a little something planned for tonight as well." He smiles. "I need to shower before school."
"Very well." I sigh, wanting to give him his present. We went inside and got ready for the day as I had a little more pep in my step. I loved my present, and I can't wait to watch them grow and keep up with them. I wonder what he has planned for tonight; I think I'm finally ready to go all the way with him. I love that man, and I know he loves me as well, just by his actions. I finish up and go over to the coffee maker and get our coffee ready. I really hope Indy loves his gift; I put so much thought into it. Indy walks out in his three-piece suit, round glasses, and wet hair brushed to the side. "I love feeling how happy you are." He came behind me and wrapped his arms around me as he rested his chin on my shoulder. "You make me happy." I smile as I put the lid on his coffee.
"And you make me happy." He kissed my cheek and pulled back. We walk out of the house together and take our separate cars to the school. I park my car in my spot and skip to class seeing Danielle sitting up straight with her shoulders back. She has made such progress with her confidence and is very outspoken now. I'm so proud of her, and she has become a great friend to me. Indy is thrilled I finally made a friend but has warned me not to tell her about us. I have taken Danielle shooting and taught her to ride a horse, and she found a new passion for riding. Madrina is also thrilled I'm friends with Danielle. She moved her next to me. "Good morning." She smiles at me.
"Good morning." I greet her.
"So I heard they will be delivering roses today." She giggles. I know all about this; they are selling roses to raise money for a formal. You buy a rose for someone, and you can attach a card to it as well. I bought her, Indy, and Madrina a rose and attached a note to them as well. I already told Madrina I bought Indy a rose, and I am sending it to her so no one would get suspicious. She loved the idea and said she would deliver it to him personally and give me all the details.
I felt a wack on my arm snapping me from my daydreams and noticed it was Danielle telling me to focus. So I focus on taking notes and trying to comprehend all these stupid numbers.
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We walk into Madrina's class with smiles on our faces knowing this is when they would start passing flowers.
"Alright, class, turn to page 394." She announced as she stood up front. There was a knock on the door, causing all of us to turn our heads. We saw a cart roll in with roses covering the cart. "Delivery." One skinny boy says as he rolled upfront. "Sorry to interrupt, professor." He apologized to her. He had big thick glasses resting on his nose, dark brown hair slicked back neatly, smooth tan skin, a sharp jawline, and big brown eyes. He was a tall and lanky boy. He was a cute little nerdy boy with his bow tie and sweater vest on.
"No, worries, dear." She smiles a loving, understanding smile. She then looked at me, giving me a knowing smirk.
"When I read your name, please come up." He pulls out a wooden clipboard.
"Macy Anderson." He reads, pulling out a red rose for her. She gasped as she got up, thrilled she got a flower.
"Danielle Costa." He reads off my best friend's name. Her eyes popped out of her head as she looked over at me. I smile and motion for her to get up there. She got up and took her flower, giggling before sitting in her seat to read the card. "To my beautiful best friend. Happy Valentine's Day!" She read before looking over at me. She turned to me with a giant smile and gave me a huge hug. "Thank you."
"Of course." I pat her back, knowing Indy was feeling our hug.
"Harley LaCarrubba." He reads off. I get up, and he grabs a red vase of roses handing it to me. I couldn't help but smile as I realized who it must be from. I was about to turn around when he called me back. "You have more." I turn around to see he held out three roses wrapped in a green leafy twist. I look closer and recognize the plant immediately, poison ivy. I grab the top of the roses carefully, not wanting to touch the ivy like that poor boy. I place them on my desk and go over to Madrina's desk. "May I use your scissors?"
"Sure." She hands them to me, confused. I hold the top of the flowers as I cut off the poison ivy. I finally get it all off, then grab paper towels and throw them away. "What was all that about?" Madrina questions.
"It was poison ivy." I inform her as I look over at that stupid boy that was up to his tricks again. He leaned in his chair with his arms crossed, upset I caught on. I also got up and threw the roses in the trash after I figured out he was the one who sent them. "You might want to go to the nurse for that rash." I whisper to the cart boy quietly before going to my seat.
"Professor Donovan." He reads off and pulls out twelve roses for her. I know three of them are Indy's; other students must have gotten her some roses.
We finished class as the bell let us out for lunch. "LaCarrubba, stay behind." She announced over the shuffle of feet. I stayed in my seat as Danielle went to the hallway to wait for me.
"These are for you." She hands me two roses with a note attached. I looked at the letter to see who it was from. "To my one and only."
"To my lovely goddaughter, I'm so proud of you."
"Wait, if he got me this, who got me this?" I hold up my vase of roses.
"I'm not sure." She shrugs her small shoulders.
"Well, thank you. I love it." I give her a little hug before walking out to see Danielle waiting for me. We go to lunch, discussing who could have sent the vase of roses. "My money is on Collin Marshall; the football team's quarterback has a huge crush on you."
"He sits next to me in my last class." I chuckle as we lay out the blanket on the grass. Indy has told me to stop sitting on the grass because it itches his legs, so he gave me a little blanket to put down. I noticed more people started to follow us and sit on the grass, enjoying the weather. "He's probably going to ask you out today."
"I hope not, I've seen his mark, and it's not a match." I tell her truthfully.
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We walked to our next class, taking our seats when they passed out more flowers. I ended up getting six more flowers with notes attached. Danielle ended up getting two more from secret admirers.
I wonder what Indy will say about all the flowers I've gotten.
***
I walked into Indy's class carrying all of my flowers, setting them on my desk, and noticed he watched me from his desk. "Someone is popular today." He comments. I noticed he had a stack of roses on his desk, but three of them were in a small vase on the corner of his desk. "I can say the same for you." I nod to the stack of roses he tossed to the side.
"Some of the notes were so funny." He laughs.
"This is going to be good." I chuckle.
"These three were my favorites and had a lovely note." He smiles as he looks at the ones in the red vase.
"Awww, how cute." I tease him. "Oh, so Eric bought me flowers too and wrapped them with poison ivy." I inform him.
"Isabella informed me; she also said you threw them away." He chuckles approvingly.
More students come in, taking their seats and that dumb cheerleader sits next to me while the quarterback smiles at me and takes his seat. He was cute, I guess. He had blonde hair in a swoop to the right, smooth white skin, clear blue eyes, a tall, muscular build from sports, and a friendly white smile. "Afternoon Harley." He smiles at me.
"Good afternoon." I smile kindly back at him.
"You look so beautiful today..." he starts but gets cut off by Indy. I could feel his jealousy boiling up as Collin flirted with me. "Alright, I get everyone is excited today, but I want you to focus because I will be giving a test on this." Indy announced as he looked around the room before landing on Collin. "Okay, so we are going to talk about the Roman Empire." He began to teach, but the knock at the door distracted him. The cart boy from before came in, but I noticed his hand was wrapped in a light bandage. "Sorry to disturb you, Dr. Jones; I have flowers."
"No worries." He nods before waiting for the roses to be passed out. The boy went down the list, calling students' names to get their flowers. Finally, they get to Leslie, and she gets a whole bouquet with little notes attached.
"Harley LaCarrubba." He calls my name, shocking me. I walked up and received a bouquet and a little white teddy bear holding a heart. "Aww, so cute." I chuckle as I take them from his hand. I noticed a familiar soul mark of a stack of books on his arm as I looked into his eyes. He's Danielle's soulmate. "What's your name?" I ask him. "I'm Eugene Smith." He tells me with a shy smirk. "Eugene, do you go to the library here?"
"Basically, live in there."
"Great." I smile as I go back to my desk. I could feel Indy's emotions start boiling in the back of my chest; he was angry with a mixture of jealousy.
"Dr. Jones." He clears his throat before picking up seven more roses with little notes attached. Indy grabbed them and threw them on the other roses pile. "Thank you, Mr. Smith." Then, he politely tells him to go away.
Eugene quickly rolls the cart out of the room and closes the door behind him. Indy began to teach again as I listened to every word and took notes as he asked me to, whether I knew the topic. When Indy turned his back, Collin slid a folded note on my desk. I look at him, confused before I open the message.
"Harley,
You are a fantastic woman, no matter what anybody says. You are full of mystery and hidden talents. When I saw you, I instantly developed feelings for you, feelings I couldn't seem to shake. Your beauty is one of the myths, beauty Aphrodite herself would be jealous of. Your long blonde golden hair looks like rays from the sun. Your green eyes are rare but hypnotic, like lush green valleys. Your smile shines brighter than the stars in the sky twinkling away. You are a strong woman who doesn't follow society's rules or expectations. I watched you ride out on your horse, and I knew you rode away with my heart. From that day on, I swore to protect you from Eric Stapleman and all of his cruel pranks. I feel you might be my soulmate with all these feelings I have inside for you. If you aren't my soulmate, I'd still like to treat you like the princess you are, and I'd spoil you rotten. I want to go steady with you if you'd give this hopeless romantic a chance."
Oh boy, this guy is head over heels for me, and I barely talk to him. I couldn't help but smile as I read his flattering words, but then I looked up just in time to see Indy turn around. I pretended to write notes so he wouldn't embarrass this poor guy. I decided to return to him, not keeping him a nervous wreck as he poured his heart out to me. We kept passing the note back and forth, trying not to get caught.
"Collin, that was very kind of you and very sweet. I appreciate you helping me out with that asshole. You seem like a very nice and sweet guy that any woman would be lucky to have. I'm not your soulmate, sorry, I've seen your mark, and it does not match my own. I know you will treat your soulmate with love and kindness, and I'm happy for her. I'm saving myself for my soulmate, and I will not cheat on him. I can agree to be friends, but nothing more than that; as I have previously said, I'm not going to cheat. I hope there are no hard feelings." I finish writing. I slid it to him when Indy turned around, hoping to let this boy down easily. Collin read it and let out a soft sigh before nodding his head and writing back.
"It's very noble of you to save yourself for your soulmate. Please have dinner with me, and perhaps I could change your mind. You intrigue me, and I want to learn more about you and spoil you. I dream of the day you agree to date me until we both find our soulmates, and then we could go our separate ways with knowledge on how to treat our significant other. I believe this is a good way to prepare us for the person we are going to spend the rest of our lives with and grow ourselves with. It must be very lonely saving yourself for your soulmate when you never know if you'll meet them. What if we don't meet them until we are fifty, and it's too late to have kids and do what normal couples do? Just think about it, please?"
"I'm sorry, I can't do that. There's only one man for me. I'm trying to let you down easy, and I don't want to hurt you; please don't make me be a bitch...." I then saw a shadow hovering over my desk, causing me to look up to see a disappointed Indy. "So this is more important than my class?" He sighed and held out his hand for the note. I hand it to him, knowing he would be upset reading the letter. Indy read it word for word as he shot glares at Collin. I felt how pissed off he was about it; then he got to my reply giving me the same look. He finally got to the end of the letter, where he stopped me from writing and had a slight smirk on his face. He walked over and placed it on Collin's desk, letting him see I said no. "Pay attention and quit passing notes in my class." He tells us before going back to the board.
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The bell rang, releasing everyone; Collin ran out of the room, no longer wanting to be there. I got up as the last person left the room and closed the door behind them. Indy was packing up all of his things in his briefcase. I go behind him and hug him feeling sorry about the note. "Are you upset with me?"
"No, I'm not upset with you. I'm upset that many people are hitting on my girl." He turns around, hugging me.
"I'm not interested in them." I tell him truthfully. He pushed me up against the wall pressing himself against me.
"I know, doll, it just doesn't sit right with me that I have to stand by and watch them flirt with you. You are mine and no one else's." His voice dropped a few octaves as he looked me in the eyes. My heart started racing as I became excited to see him so possessive and protective over me. "You're my soulmate." He leaned down, kissing me roughly as he kept me pinned to the wall. "Tonight, I'm going to show you how much you mean to me." He says in between kisses.
The door opened, and Indy quickly turned around, hiding me behind him. "Indy? Is that a student?" Dean Brody questions.
"Umm, listen, Marcus, it's a little more complicated than that." Indy sighs for being caught. "You know I would never get with a student, but given the circumstances." Again, Indy sighs as he steps to the side, revealing me. I smile nervously, giving him a guilty wave. "With miss LaCarrubba?" His eyes were about pop out of his head.
Indy started taking his jacket off, and I knew he wanted to show our tattoos. So I lift my sweater sleeve, showing him our matching soulmarks. "Oh, I see." He then puts his hand over his mouth. "This complicates things."
"She's my soulmate, Marcus. We have kept our relationship hidden for months, and nothing is going on in class. I'm being fair in grading her tests and not showing favoritism." Indy tries to plead with him.
"Indy, please, that's enough." He holds his hand up for him to stop. "Indy, I've known you for many years, and honestly, I haven't seen you this happy in a long time. She's your soulmate, and I'm not going to separate or fire you." He tells Indy as he places his wrinkled hand on Indy's shoulder. "Just continue to keep it a secret and don't show any affection towards her in front of others. Keep doing what you two are doing. Who else knows?"
"Isabella Donovan, that's her godmother." Indy tells her.
"Oh yes, that's right. Well, I know she is a great woman and a fantastic teacher. Don't let anyone else know about you two."
"No problem." Indy agrees.
"Also, please lock the door when you two sneak kisses or want to be physical. I was wild when I was young, you know, once upon a time. I know there is no stopping you two when you are two young lovers. Please don't get caught, my boy. If you two get caught, I will have to let you go."
"Of course, I understand. We aren't going to.."
"Don't lie to me, boy. I may be old, but I'm no fool. You don't even want to know what has happened in my office."
"Oh, come on, Marcus." Indy scoffs in disgust, picturing what could have possibly happened.
"Haha, it's human nature." He laughs with a shrug.
"LaCarrubba?" He turns to me.
"Yes, sir?" I say, small, still fearful that I would be in trouble.
"Take care of him." He tells me. I couldn't help but smile at him, letting all my worry go down the drain.
"Of course." I smile at him.
"Well, I came to drop off mail. So I'll just put it in your office." He tells Indy. "Happy Valentine's Day, you two." He smiles and then walks out.
"Okay, that's not the reaction I was expecting," I state as I stand next to Indy as I still watch the door.
"I can't believe he gave us permission to have sex in here." He chuckles. "And I never want to go to his office again." He points his index fingers up, saying.
"Me either." I laugh.
"Alright, doll, let's head home. I have a special night planned." He kissed the side of my head.
"Wow, I feel so spoiled today." I chuckle as I look up at the man I love.
"Good, then it's working." He smirks before leaning down to me, placing a sweet peck on my lips. "I'll meet you at home."
"I have to pick something up before I go home," I tell him.
"Perfect, gives me time." He smiles. I pick up all my roses and walk out excited about whatever he had planned.
#indy#fanfic#harrison ford#indiana jones#soulmate#adventure#romance#never ending truths#raiders of the lost ark#teacher x student
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My friend, under no influence, dictated the true history of DJ Khaled to me.
Khaled who is immortal, trained with monks for hundreds of years in Nepal They lived for a long time but not forever Khaled knows all sorts of martial arts, he hung out with Gengis Khan, Once DJ Khaled took an axe to the back and they thought he was dead so they were going to bury him but he dove into his belly Kahn wanted to gain his power but Khaled wouldn't give it, Khan imprisoned him and killed him every day trying to learn his power but Khaled escapes after learning their tactics. Without a proper leader they are never able to surpass the great wall of china and ultimately lose the war cut to 1000 years later Bieber was mad cuz dj khaled and flo rida had a show the same night Biebers body guard jokes that they should kill Khaled haha but bieber wants to for real next morning body guard finds his gun is missing, turns out his gun is missing, Bieber goes to flo ridas house kicks in the door and kills flo rida really cool dj khaled hides in the kitchen and shoots khaled in the head twice but before he dies khaled dives into his own belly he comes after Bieber who is now out of bullets but Bieber escapes cuz khaled is fat Bieber now has to tell people about khaled but any time he tries khaled shows up and prevents him In Khaled's minds eye he can see anyone who knows he is immortal, it's not just a symbolic mark, upon knowing the fact a person receives a physical mark which all immortals can see and Khaled then seeks you out to kill you Khaled wrestled under the name The Great Khaled. Khaled fought with the Turks in the Napoleonic wars. After the Battle Of Waterloo afterwards Khaled was the one who said they should exile and not kill Napoleon Khaled does not gain or lose weight, he has had the same mass for millennia. King Arthur's search for the Holy Grail was actually for Khaled, Khaled IS the Holy Grail and Khaled joined Arthur on the quest, knowing full well that HE was the grail. Dj khaled was created in Atlantis and they put the embodiment of the city into him, their fortune tellers knew that the city was going down and wanted him to carry on their legacy Khaled had a thing against poop, that's why he overthrew the poo dynasty. that's also why he won't go down on people, he was going down on emperor poo ping's daughter, he pulled down her panties and she had a poo pussy. He was upset and began collaborating with Genghis Khan to overthrow the poo dynasty. Poo ping stabbed Khaled in the heart and Khaled decapitated Ping. Thinking he was dead Khan was going to ceremonially bury Khaled at the site but he dove into his own belly and regenerated. That's how Khan found out Khaled is immortal. Steevie Nix gave Khaled a handjob, it was her last. They were talking about future games when they were writing it. Khaled asked for another HJ, he asked repeatedly to her annoyance. It ended their friendship but she kept doing it since the Khaled effect is strong in the music industry. When immortals fight they do so like regular people but the only way to kill an immortal is to split the brain into two halves down the middle, even decapitating one won't kill them and if the two halves come back together they are revived. Dj khaled has scattered brain parts across the world to be the only one left alive. That's why he's so dumb Every immortal is actually the embodiment of a lost city. they put their culture and everything into that one person. Pompeii has their own. As Atlantis was sinking, they made Khaled. The green oval (1) shows up and tells them how to fix it and Khaled goes berserk, the fight that ensues is what causes Atlantis to sink at a faster rate. paula deen is made of entirely of butter, she can be thing she wishes, she wishes paula deen The video game dynasty warriors was supposed to be about the poo dynasty but khaled wouldn't allow it. they were like halfway done and he showed up and said no, you're not allowed. The game then became about the three kingdoms there was a 4th kingdom that was the poo dynasty. (1) The Green Oval is another character created by this same friend
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interested? check out gr4dalis.carrd.co to find out how to read this webtoon, even if you don’t speak one word of french.
TRANSCRIPT OF THE SLIDES UNDER THE CUT.
SLIDE 1 : why you should read gradalis (like rn immediately seriously it’s so good) (all art is official art)
SLIDE 2 : girl wtf IS a gradalis
- so glad you asked!
- gradalis is a french webtoon by kochei, currently releasing on webtoon france!
- “but it’s in french?” worry not. (this is a surprise tool that will help us later)
- QUEEN ARTHURIAN LEGEND RETELLING! LOOK AT THEM!
- do i even need more arguments. ok
- coming of age with a sprinkle of romance and mild horror, interpersonal drama galore, side characters you WILL cry over
- complaining u like fantasy settings but they’re too str8 and whyte? this is for u
SLIDE 3 : official summary by yours truly tho
When a fateful encounter whisks young Percival away from the lands he calls home, he has no idea what destiny has in store for him. As a new squire in the service of the knights of the Round Table, he’s presented with an exceptional quest : that of the search for the Holy Grail.
With magic, conflicts and new companions, Percival’s story will see some rise to the occasion, while others fall to their doom.
SLIDE 4 : #1 : the story is a banger, objectively
- my boy percy may be the mc but it’s not all about him!!
- friendship! romance! action! magic! you’ve got it all
- compelling arc after compelling arc. every time you think you’re going to breathe you are NOT
- complicated family dynamics? we got u. wholesome ones? done. interesting younger AND older cast? ofc
- everyone is so married, so divorced or both at once it’s kind of wild
- u want to cry? this is for u also
- the jokes will cheer u up tho
SLIDE 5 : #2 beautiful art style AND interesting characters
- started naming all my faves then realized it was everyone
- each with their own fleshed out personalities and motivations wow!!
- seriously the cast is so diverse. black and hijabi knights!! normalized non-cis and non-straight characters!! we’ve all been fed
- showcasing other charas aside from the main lads here bc they deserve it
- everyone looks so gorgeous. crying
SLIDE 6 : #3 by the gays for the gays
( pictures of dinadan, gawain and aglovale )
SLIDE 7 : in conclusion : please read this webtoon deserves more attention and on god i will not shut up about it
#gradalis#arthuriana#arthurian legend#knights#percival#mordred#yes i'm reposting this. w different tags tho. do not @ me
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