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writing-ca-ira · 1 year

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SLIGHTLY AWKWARD

König x Reader

Just a little piece about a socially inept König meeting an equally socially inept soldier for the first time. I kinda wanna turn this into a small series, where it’s König and socially awkward reader against the world. If you like this, please give code name suggestions for the reader.

The reader is gender neutral.

Contains: soldier reader, socially awkward reader, a dreadful phone call (introverts beware), König is my poor little meow meow and no disgruntled fuck can take that away from me, don’t know how KorTac works, RIP.

… But, god… why did he have to make the call?

Everyone knows König’s not the most social guy out there. Sure, he can hiss out the most brutal one-liner while mercilessly slitting someone’s throat, but you can’t exactly do that in a normal conversation (that’s usually frowned upon). He’s the type to speak only when spoken to, take orders with a “yes, sir,” and get the job done. To actively seek out someone for a conversation — even if it’s purely for professional means — just isn’t König’s speed.

He should’ve kept walking when he heard a commotion in the common room. Why did he decide to stop at the doorway and peak in, where a couple of KorTac men were futzing around with the printer? Of course one of them was inevitably going to notice his looming presence; but in his defense, how the hell was he supposed to know that they were gonna rope him into helping? “Hey, big guy! You’re one of our contractors, right? How familiar are you with the higher-ups?”

Even after responding with, “uh, not really,” they didn’t seem to care at all; “ah, that’s no problem. All you gotta do it call the office. Tell ‘em this printer’s fucked again. You can manage that, right big guy?” And before he could even think of a way to say no, they all gave him a wicked grin. “Great! Thanks, man. Appreciate it.”

And that’s how he ended up staring at the wall-mounted phone in the hallway. Weil ich einfach nicht nein sagen konnte, he bitterly thought to himself.

He shouldn’t of felt as apprehensive as he was. As he kept telling himself over and over again, it was just a phone call. Nothing too serious. But then the thought of the other end asking a question that König would have no way of answering (since he wasn’t the one that broke the stupid printer) entered his mind, and of course that would mean he would have to ask the guys in the common room, and then he would have to relay whatever information they gave him across the line… and there was always the threat of a follow-up question after that…

… Okay, he was stalling.

After a hefty sigh rolled off his lips, he engulfed the phone with his giant hand. The cord was taught as he pulled the speaker part up to his ear — he soon realized he had to bend his knees the slightest bit, since the cord was too short for his massive height — and he started to punch in the number for the office (though there were a few mess-ups that prompted him to whisper a sharp “scheiße” under his breath as he was forced to start over. Why did they have to make the number buttons so small…). After hitting the dial button, he was forced to endure the low beeping noise while the phone rang once… then twice… then a third time…

Clu-click.

… Silence.

Confusion filtered itself into König’s brain. Someone had finally picked up the phone on the other end — he heard it as plain as day — but there was no greeting that followed. And, as König understood it, that’s usually how common phone-etiquette works (not that he’s suddenly the conversational expert or anything). He waited a couple more seconds before realizing he would have to take initiative.

Willst du mich veräppeln…

Despite the anxiety that swirled in his stomach, he weakly cleared his throat. “Uh… hello?”

There was a beat of silence, and found himself critiquing his own voice. Was it too gravelly? Too unenthusiastic? Maybe his accent was too thick? What if they couldn’t hear him because of his sniper veil? Did he sound muffled?

A voice on the other line snapped him out of his thoughts. “Hello.”

Hello. Nothing else. Just hello. König held back the urge to chortle at how dry the response was. Did he even call the right number?

“Um…” he mentally cursed at the slight inflection in his voice. “Is this the office?”

A beat of silence. “I… guess?”

König found himself to be at a loss for words. What did they mean..? The question seemed straightforward; it was either the office or not. There wasn’t really a “who’s to say” option… right?

Nevertheless, he awkwardly coughed into his fist, shifting his weight from one leg to the other. “Well… the printer’s broken.”

“… Alright,” was all the person on the other line offered him. He mentally dreaded the thought of him having to say something dumb to end the call, but then he could hear the person distantly say, “uh, sir,” and he realized that the person must’ve been talking to someone else. There was a feint, incomprehensible noise — it sounded kind of like a bark — and the person spoke up again. “The printer’s broken.”

More incomprehensible barks. Except they sounded much more aggressive than before. König concluded that it was another person talking in the background, and by the sounds of it, they weren’t happy (he could’ve sworn he heard “fuck” being thrown around a couple times). Finally, the unintelligible ranting ended, and the person hesitantly spoke up again, this time into the phone. “Uh… why is it broken? The printer, I mean.”

They must’ve made some annotations to whatever speech was delivered on their end, because the question was short and sweet. König scratched the back of his neck and answered honestly; “I don’t know.” He had half the mind to elaborate, but before he could, he could hear the other person say, “he said he doesn’t know.”

Even more incomprehensible barks. König felt a bit of sympathy to whoever was playing messenger in the office for a very moody higher-up. When it was quiet once again, the person let out a coughing noise. “Why, uh, don’t you know?”

“… I wasn’t the one who broke it,” was König’s response. He tried to choose his words carefully, slightly hoping it wouldn’t cause the person anymore trouble on their end, but alas; the information was passed on, and the incomprehensible barks happened once more. Luckily for them, it was shorter than the last couple of times, and the person spoke. “Uh… see you soon.”

Click.

The line went dead. König was quick to put the phone back on its mount before briskly walking away. Whatever pissed-off higher up was making their way to that floor, he wasn’t sticking around. No way in hell he was gonna be lumped in with some dummkopf office men he didn’t even know the names of.

However, as soon as rounded the next corner, he was met with the sight of a pissed off man — wearing a full khaki suit and sunglasses — trucking towards him, and not too far behind him was a fully-suited up soldier (probably a contractor, much like König himself). The khaki man planted himself in front of König and craned his neck upwards.

“You,” he snappily began, his finger pointing accusingly at the giant. “Were you the one who made the call?”

Ah. This must’ve been the source of the barking from the office.

Now, König could’ve answered with a “yes” in that moment, but from what he could hear from the phone call, this man wasn’t in the best of spirits. So, instead of dealing with whatever headache was to come, all he did was wave in the general direction of the common room. Though it didn’t answer the question, it still managed to get the khaki man off his ass. König was immediately brushed aside by the man as he disappeared around the corner. The soldier — who König assumed was the one that answered the call — seemed to debate on following suit, taking a few hesitant steps forward, before angry yells echoed down the hall;

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU MORONS DOING?! HOW DO YOU KEEP BREAKING THIS FUCKING PRINTER, HUH?!”

Needless to say, the soldier figured it was a better call to just hang back.

The yelling continued for what felt like hours. Some crashing noises could be heard to accompany it, and while König’s never heard a whole ass printer being thrown against the wall, he would assume it would sound something like that. It was like witnessing a train wreck, except only being able to hear it.

He was about to turn around and leave (he was no longer needed and didn’t feel like being roped into anything else), when he heard the soldier next to him heave a sad sigh. “I just wanted to know if I was getting paid this week,” they mumbled.

Usually, König would pretend he didn’t hear anything and continue on his way. It sounded like they were talking to themself, after all, and weren’t exactly looking for his input. But there was a small part of him that felt bad for this happening, even if it wasn’t necessarily his fault.

So instead, he decided to offer you a word of advice; “not worth the trouble. You should probably just go.”

“… Yeah, I guess you’re right.” The soldier then turned to face him, eyes scanning up and down his body. “Haven’t seen you before. Who are you?”

A sigh almost fell from his lips. Were they seriously looking for a conversation with him? That was the last thing he wanted, especially after that damn phone call (his social meter was on cooldown). Even so, however, he still found himself answering; “König.”

The soldier hummed. They turned to face the hallway again, probably listening to the sounds of all hell breaking loose around the corner. Then they said something. One word. Except König didn’t catch it. His head snapped towards him as he quirked a brow, though he knew they couldn’t see it underneath his sniper mask.

Luckily for him, he didn’t have to say the question on his mind for them to understand. They found themself turning towards him once more. “That’s what they call me here,” they elaborated, then repeating their nickname to him. König hummed in comprehension as they began to walk down the hall. He watched them take several steps before they stopped, looked over the shoulder, and awkwardly stammered out, “uh… see ya.”

Despite the fact that they didn’t wait for a reply, König found himself muttering, “yeah. See ya.”

It was strange to him. Their words were clunky, clumsy, and just straight up awkward, yet he found himself intrigued by their demeanor. Perhaps they, too, were a simply KorTac contractor who got roped into a social scenario (they didn’t seem too skilled in the conversation department, after all). Someone who was skilled in battle, yet completely helpless in dialogue…

König could relate to that.

#MW2 x reader #König x reader #König and socially awkward reader

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sunny-mercya · 5 months

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The Cruel King

03. Attempted Death

Nordic 5 x Male Reader

Fandom -> Hetalia

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-> Warning; Mention of abuse, neglect, attempted suicide and sexual assault

10th of May. 1885 - Berlin, Prussia

A whimper escaped your lips, staring with fearful eyes at Matthias blue ones—whose face was stoic and cold gazed, void of emotion to read.

»Pleasure to see you too min skat.«

Matthias had loosen his grip on your arm, only to let his hands wander to your wrist—grabbing them tightly together—and his other clutching the sides of your face—strong hold, adding pressure to your jaw.

»Why are you here?« it was hard to speak, but you managed.

»To take you back home of course.« the corner of his lips moved up a bit, creating a tiny smile. His hold on your face lessened.

»No.«

»Excuse me dear, but what do you mean with no?«

»Nein. I werd ned mi dir mitgeh Matthias. I werd hier mi Gilbert bleiben. I will me scheden vo dir, will mei freiheit.«

There you have said it, in your native language even. Even with the fear you felt, you felt so proud of yourself to muster up such a defiance against Matthias.

Matthias face morphed into a furious expression. Eyes losing all sense of life, dulling in colour and narrowing down, with his lips, into a snarl. Clenched his jaw, the grip he had around you started to get stronger. Crushing painful even.

The boiling anger in him, which had been on a slow rise since had been informed of your disobedience and informal visits to the Prussian, turned into a spark of fireworks

»How dare you to speak to your husband, your sole King, in such a shameful language. How dare you to demand something without manners of begging and how dare you to go against me in such defiance.«

Matthias spoke with such venom in his voice, feeling the spewing hatred in his husked whisper. Matthias wasn't someone who would shout, he will say it in such calm demeanour so they knew how serious he was.

Because how, in the name of god, dare you to speak up against him like this? In a language he had forbid you to ever speak again.

How dare you, going so shamefully behind his back, betraying his trust and kindness. Tarnishing his reputation and discarding the vows you had given one another.

Disobeying him like a mere foolish child of mortality and lowlife.

You whimpering got louder, his grip on your jaw hadn't lessened only tightens and you felt a small pinch of pain already. A minimal crack, cutting through the air of a silence, was heard.

He scoffed, slammed you with a force against the mirror—letting it crack in shatters, shards piercing into your skin—and with his calloused strengths—only the Vikings had—he hauled you onto the floor. The shards now digging into your skin, leaving a leak of blood underneath you.

Matthias pinned your wrist above your head. He moved your legs into a birth giving pose. Unbuckling buttons, pulling his pants and underwear down.

With predatory eyes he glanced down at you, licking over his lips. Leaning forward to your neck, his tongue danced alongside your neck all the way down to your collarbone. Kissing and sucking wet your skin—tainted and scarred but also pure as porcelain.

You are too deep into a stupor, to have the will of mind—going into a state of blank stasis—to fight against him.

A forceful kiss on your lips and when you gasped—after he gripped you hard down there—his tongue slipped into your mouth.

»You belong to me and only me min skat.«

Matthias had whispered this single sole sentence, that one specific word, on repeat into your ear. Branding your mind with it, setting a trigger.

And when Matthias had entered you—with brutal force rammed into—your stupor broke, ripping a scream so shrill from your throat.

Fear filled your face as you begun to become a sobbing mess underneath him. In your tear filled vision, all you could see was Matthias wicked grin.

Haunting you forevermore.

Christmas Eve. 1917 - Border of Sweden and Finland

You stumbled through the heavy snow, barely moving inches forward as the snow is thick and knee high.

Disoriented dizzy you felt, having lost all sense of direction—though somehow you seemed to know where to go or so you believed.

The map with the directions of where to find your friends and letter, which Tino had send you last—after a long secret exchange of written letters—had been long gone, swept away from the howling wind.

The falling snow from the sky—reminding you much of the Fairy Tale; Frau Holle—with the up picking hollering wind, starting a new episode of blizzards storm and the sinking sun—dipping the sky and world into a following pitch darkness—hindering your already impaired eyesight.

When Tino had open the door after a series of rapid knocking, he did have expected you but didn't expected you to be like this.

You had fallen to your knees, with praying hands you gazed upon at your friend. Body trembling from the frosty hollowed cold and the slow rising pain—which started to creep back in a winding whiplash.

»I beg–I bete um–premission–um er-erlaubnis zur zuflucht–sanctuary–sanctuary I pray for mei freund–bitte hilf mi–sanct–zuflucht–sanctuary is all I möch«

You spoke in a fumbling mess of words, switching between Schurlisch and Danish, mixing them together even. Lips trembling, blue like ice and bloody red at the same time.

Tino paled at your sight, chest heaving with a rising panic of anxiety. He could barely catch your frozen, lifeless form as your eyes begun to drop—a whispering help echoing over your lips one last time—before your body gave up.

»Berwald! Berwald come quickly I need help, [Name] needs help! BERWALD!«

Weeks passed and your condition of unconsciousness had neither gotten bad nor better. A countries body—might heal differently, faster even, from that of an Human—though it could only endure so much, mental and physical wise

Tino had taken it upon himself to take care of you, after the Doctor looked you over and noted everything down Tino needed to know about your wounds. Wounds so severe, it had made him vomit the first night when he inspected the injuries on you.

Patient : [Name] [Surname] - Schurland

The Patient has ;

Swollen eyes — a possible blindness or loss of vision, glasses might be needed in future.

Server broken bones

— [Dominant hand]completely shattered in bones, bones will heal over time, although not able to move anymore.

— All rips damage, caging the lungs and causing a defect in breathing, possibility of Asthma

- Right leg deformed, noticeable limp when healed — might need crutches

- Spine bend

- Jaw improper healed once and newly dislocated again — might cause difficulty of speech and a delay in it.

Heavy bleeding in one ear, perhaps even both, will cause a deafness.

A possibility of nerves damage.

Compressed Stomach.

Private parts out of use — peeing will cause pain.

Prone to get sick more often, fever waves are to happen.

Concussion — brain damage might be caused.

Further information will be added.

And this was only a list of the physical state, how you would be mentally doing afterwards was another report of its own.

»Tino, it's not your fault. We couldn't have known that it would end like this. That Matthias would act so abusing.« had Berwald once told Tino when he sat down in the kitchen to take a short break of breather.

Berwald had said it in solemn monotony, that Tino couldn't help stop himself to get angry at his husband as well.

»We couldn't know but we should have! We all knew all along how Matthias has treated [Name] over the years and all we did was watch! We're not better than him then.«

»Tino–«

»No! You listen to me! Matthias has broken [Name] and we never had attempted to help, so of course I blame myself, because if we did help and decided back then to just take him away when we vowed to leave, then it wouldn't have ended like this!«

Tino crumbled into himself, sobbing at the immense weight of regret he felt in his heart—the pressure of uncertainty of what is now happening to you in the future.

Anxiety plagued his mind, scratching at his conscience and injecting him with a burden of guilt.

It wouldn't have ended like this, in a gruesome way of pending death and uncertainty, if they just had decided to simply whisk you away—away from the person you are chained to.

1919 - Border of Sweden and Finland

When World War One had ended, Berwald could managed with pesky stubbornness of diplomacy determination and with Lukas help too—to bring Matthias to sign over the rights he had over you to Berwald.

Matthias, at this time back then, didn't seemed too concerned—upset—over his loss of you. Laughing even, his overconfidently boastful loud crackling, grinning with spark of daring excitement in his eyes.

»If you want to have him so badly, this dissertation deserter of disappointment worthlessness and of lower intelligence, you can take him for free.« Matthias had said, talking about you as if you had been nothing more than a priced possession of him—a toy he had grown tired of.

So now, hopefully for the rest of the upcoming decades and centuries which are about to come, you officially belonged to Sweden.

1950 - Border of Sweden and Finland

What Matthias had done to you, back in 1885—the breaking point of all the added up things of what has been done to you—and the years after, plus the two world wars—in which you were barely conscious to take notice of it, but your body—jerking and spasming in every way—had taken more damage from it—causing a drop in you.

Apathetic you were during the days and hysterical in the nights. Lethargic even, laying most of the time on your bedroom floor—not trusting your bed in the slightest, fearing of something unknown to happen when you sleep on it.

All you would do is staring into the nothingness of the ceiling above. Blinking and starring, nothing more.

Tino, despite being rather busy at the moment with his own country and duties towards it, took time off to keep you company—sitting down next to you, taking your hand in his—to show you that he is there for you—reading books to you.

Your favourite story you come to love to hear, had been Alice in Wonderland and the Tale of Sleeping beauty.

Berwald just as busy as Tino, did everything possible to bring you back on your feet, even when it would be just a hour of you standing and taking two steps.

It happen during the early hours, when the sun was about to rose from her slumber and enlightened the world with a new start of warm rays of light.

The feeling, slowly it crawled through your body, itched you—bringing a twitching of tingling sensation into your hollowed out form of anatomy.

You couldn't say what sort of feeling it was, only that it started a carving of something longing and unsatisfying to not wish for.

Getting from the floor, you walked downstairs and out of the house—into the open variety of landscape with its suffocating of freedom.

Freedom. You scoffed at the word itself.

What exactly is even freedom? Nothing but a mere lie, illusion of false hope and reality towards the endless cycle of cruelty living. Freedom didn't exist, never had. A fraud it was from the start—leaving more bloodshed behind than any war alone.

If they, the humans, wanted their precious freedom so desperately—they simply should have chosen death willingly.

Freedom doesn't exist—not in the form and sense they believed it to be—but in death it does.

Stopping at the lake, you gazed at its calm surface of tranquility and life giving gift. Suns rays reflecting from it, creating a glimmer of twinkling.

Water granted life but it also takes it from you.

Never had you been a good swimmer. You only knew the basic form. It wasn't a requirement for you to learn, why should you though? When all you did was to live in a bubble of solitude

Embrace life first before you step into death.

Berwald felt a immense pressure of flooding panic breaking through his stoic demeanour. Paled at the wide open front door. His hands shook tremendously, needing to clench them to get ahold of his emotion again or they might spill over.

Getting into his boots and putting his coat on, He sprinted outside without any further thought except the one; to find you quickly as possible.

There was only one option of where you had could go to, if you wanted to do what he fears.

Berwald had always been a man of few words—spoken bluntly, no need to sugarcoat the obvious and with a monotonously as if he presented a lecture—and stoic like a statue he was. He wasn't big on affection too—simple showcase; like holding hands or a short peck to the cheek, yes—otherwise he kept to himself, emotions in a locked state of constant nothing but calmness.

But once he had meet you, all those years ago—during the rough times of barbaric fear spiking conquering against other nations—his once stored feelings—jokey gotten told he was like a frozen pot, Ice prince, when it comes to such things as mere emotional feelings—which in such times could've been crucial to his life, begun to taw ever so slightly with the passing time.

So it crushed him when seeing you in this constant state of pain. Feeling just as guilty as Tino feels, because he too knows—they should have freed you sooner.

Once at the lake, Berwald didn't hesitate to take off boots and coat and dive right into the water. Swimming to the middle, the deepest part, taking a deep long breath and dived under.

Berwald grabbed your arm—floating or more like a sinking, a mix of both, so lifeless through the depths of water—pulling you closer to him and taken ahold around your waist. Swimming upwards till he breached the surface with you.

Back at the lakeshore, Berwald hived you out. Laying you down he begun with the revival measurements.

Don't crack, don't crack—a fleeting thought, reminder to keep himself together—in check—and break under the upcoming weight of emotions.

The pressure inside him rises, bubbling up and clogging his throat with a burning of choking sobs. Panic, like a flood, crashed over him—drowning him with urges of roaring screams. Don't give up, don't up—a mantra to continue with bringing you back to life.

With a gaps you jerked back into life, coughing out the water in your exhausted lungs.

Tired, eyes glazed over with rimming tears and a dizziness, you looked into blue eyes—and for a split second you thought it were Matthias, that you are back in his grasp.

Those blue eyes were a lot softer, still a glaze of ice in them, in colour compared to Matthias—which are more vibrant—and you know who it was, Berwald.

Shaky breaths are the only sounds with surrounds you in the solitude of nature. Berwald had warped you into his coat, holding you into his arms. Leaning his head down, forehead touching yours—he couldn't stop his own ragged breathings.

One, two, three and more tears started to drop, flowing like a river from his eyes as he begun to sob. The anxiety, the fear he felt when he knew you tried to end your life for final, exploded in him—bringing his emotions into a whirlwind of messiness.

Dear god. He was glad, so fucking thankfully glad—relieved—to have you back—alive. Berwald didn't wanted to thought about the possibility of what if's—if he couldn't have saved you, bringing you back to life and another new wave of anxiety pooled into his stomach.m

But you are alive and that's what matters.

/ - Stockholm, Sweden

You had attempted three more tries of suicide. All of them successfully prevented from either Berwald, Tino or Lukas. They counted the days till you tried to attempted a fourth one—a ticking bomb.

Aren't you just as cruel? Paining your loved ones, the people who care about you, with suicide—simply because you couldn't........couldn't what?

When Berwald had brought a freshly born baby home and Lukas came with Emily for another visit stay—you had a change of mood and personality.

You instantly felt attached to the baby, which you had named Erland. Taking care of him mostly all by yourself—a parental instinct taking over you.

To Lukas amusement, Emil too had gotten your attention and care treatment—which he had received from you when he once was a child—again. Emil was after all still very precious to you and he would always be your younger brother—by blood vow.

You didn't ventured back into your old, meek and submissive self from the past. You changed, growing up, into a independent strong man

A spark of joy—dimmed to the core, barely burning—life itself had returned in you, burning brightly like the sun or fire.

~~~

You might be Berwalds and Tinos husband, but Lukas had known you longer—a older brother figure to you he had become—so when you had another hysterical fit of revisiting nightmares of memories and the past, it was him who would wake you up and comfort you.

Lukas knows what he has to say to you, how to hold you, to bring you back into the here and now and calming you.

He hushed you, holding you in his arms—rocking you back and forth—while you sobbed, heartbreaking ugly loud, into his shoulder.

»It's all in the past, [Name]. He isn't gonna hurt you, not anymore. It's all okay, all okay,«

Besides how strong you had become now, you're still fragile—easily to shatter, in terms of mind.

»I want—want him gone. He should go. I hate him! Hate hate hate him!«

»I know.«

#male reader #x male reader #anime #manga #fanfiction #oneshot #malereader #hetalia #nordic 5 #nordic 5 x male reader

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casquecest · 13 days

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✨15 QUESTIONS FOR 15 MUTUALS✨

Thanks for inquiring after me, @forestdeath1 and @nodirectionhome-ao3 x

1. ARE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?

My middle name is my great-great grandparents' surname. They immigrated from Vevey, Vaud, Switzerland around 1850. My mum and one of my nieces also have it as a middle name, and if I ever have a kid -- regardless of gender -- they'll have it as well. I used to hate it when I was a kid because no one where I grew up could either spell or pronounce it correctly, but now I love it.

2. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?

I don't know exactly. I know I got drunk and listened to Beethoven a few weeks ago, so it was probably then. I find it cathartic, and will do it on occasion just for that release.

3. DO YOU HAVE KIDS?

Nein.

4. DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT?

I tend to be rather dry as opposed to sarcastic.

5. WHAT SPORTS HAVE YOU PLAYED/DO YOU PLAY?

I'm reading this as asking which sports I've done in an official competitive setting outside of gym class, in which case, I've competed in: dance (ballet and tap); gymnastics; softball; basketball; orienteering; swimming; marathoning (and other road races); and I shoot pool. I, um, love sports.

6. WHAT'S THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE?

Probably their hair and general countenance.

7. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS?

¿Por qué no los dos?

I like scary movies, I enjoy happy endings, but what I really can't resist is a tragedy.

8. ANY SPECIAL TALENTS?

I can dislocate my shoulders and belch on command. I've got a pretty good head for facts and figures and do pretty well at trivia. I also do well at karaoke and drawing, and just generally being a consummate badass 😎.

9. WHERE WERE YOU BORN?

St Louis, Missouri, USA.

10. WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES?

I love puzzles!! Crosswords are my favourite, and have been since my grandmother taught me how to do them when I was little, but I also love jigsaw puzzles, word puzzles, rebuses, cryptoquips, sudokus, etc. You name it, I probably want to solve it. I also love travelling (I pretty much just save my money to travel), drawing, reading, running my mouth, pool (like billiards, not like beach), and going to restaurants and playing critic (I do this with breweries as well, but not as often). I love trying new things. I'll get too bored otherwise. I also just like wandering around.

11. DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS?

Not currently. Fishies would be relaxing. If I ever move to a larger place where I'd have space for a decent-sized tank, I'd look into having fish again.

12. ALL-TIME FAVOURITE PIECE OF MEDIA?

I had some smartass answer in my head when I sat down to start answering these questions, but it's left me now. Trust me, it was terribly clever and witty.

13. FAVOURITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL?

History and Human Anatomy and Physiology. I also adored Geography in middle school (it wasn't offered as a class in my district past that point, which is a real shame).

14. WHAT IS YOUR DREAM JOB?

As many others have said, I do not dream of labour. I just want to explore and be paid for it, lol. I did just apply for a job with a major airline, so, hopefully, that pans out as the position pays well enough and there are travel perks.

Being a pathologist would be wicked cool and suit me as well. Medical mysteries are just another puzzle.

15. WHAT IS YOUR EYE COLOUR?

I call it slate.

I'm just going to tag a few people, but if you want to do this as well, consider yourself tagged =D

@tvnacity @thelighthousestale @wendibird @rodiniaorzetalthepenquin @mariekavanagh @artemisia-black @avocado-moon @ladymalchav @casinthegarden @sl-walker @padfootswhiskers

#This is me #This is my face #...kind of #nodirectionhome-ao3 #forestdeath1

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salamitelvanni · 2 months

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cringefaecompilation · 1 month

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"i'm sick of people thinking liliana is an innocent angel who did nothing wrong!"

where. where are these people. show me one person who thinks that the bad guys on ruidus are all a cute little group of besties and sweethearts that just want what's best for exandria and bells hells are short-sighted scumbags fighting to retain the status quo. are they with the people that think trent ikithon was just a sweet old man who had his foster children turned against him by the wicked mighty nein? are they with the people who thought the chroma conclave was a found family who just wanted a place to live until the xenophobic vox machina murdered them?

#🍃#critical role #critrole #liliana temult #EVERYONE IN THIS FANDOM HAS HATED HER SINCE THEY FOUND OUT SHE WAS ALIVE

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thequeenofmyownscreen · 7 months

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Twenty-four things I noted about the The Mighty Nein Reunited Part 2 “Uk'otoa Unleashed” :

can't believe I will see them again SOON (the only comfort because this is the end of the adventures... for now...)

Jester coming in strong with Eathquake. Last time we saw a use of that, it was when Pike and Keyleth managed to make Vecna's tower fall just before the first battle against him...

SALT BAE MATTHEW MERCER

Beau's "Debilitating barage" combined with Caleb's fire spells, oh my god. Combo moves with vulnerabilities provoked by a PC and another attacking just after are SO HOT. Caduceus did this a lot with Path of the Grave, and now Beau can do this too !

OOOoooooh they really were so close to have that crystal. I felt like watching sports game, where everyone was close to mark but alas !!

I want to read Veth's Camp Guide. I hope someday CR will do this merch, just for me.

Fjord, what the fuck are you doing, my guy ? I love it, with a 7 swisdom, of course he would propose an alliance to a Betrayer god that hates Uk'atoa and the Prime deity that protects him. Marisha, speaking the truth : "Come on ! Third god in that body !!"

It's hilarious that Kingsley proposes himself for the pact. Veth, concerned : "Shouldn't he have one lifetime where he's not connected to a dark power that is corrupting him slowly until he dies and is reborn again ?"

ANOTHER PACT FOR FJORD

Jester contacting the Plank King, and revealing that - of course ! - she uses Sending very frequently to contact and bother friends and foes. I love it so much. This moment reminded me of the post that said, basically : in a post-Apogee Solstice world where many spells don't work, the biggest tragedy must be Jester Lavorre without Sending.

Captain Adella !!! From Campaign 1 and Campaign 2 !!!

"Love, live, Veth" : I also want that on a t-shirt, pleace CR store, do this for me

Oh, that Uk'atoa mini with the cool Wizkids zoom cam, I am in love

I am taking notes ! at the mechanic of Uk'otoa's (Uk'otoa...) eyes being harder to hit, but being the way to avoid an unleashing of electrical energy stored in his body when they hit. Amazing.

CALEB IS A BLUE DRAGON !! He has become a legend like Kiki

Laura, with the smallest voice possible, to Sam who just ignored her offer of dies : "I never let anyone borrow my dice... You just disrespected it so heartedly !" (she succeeds in shaming Sam)

Matt, when Liam tries to negotiate his action : "I'll be forgiving of that... (with a wicked smile) Because you need it !"

Jester has four doubles now. Fjord : "Lucky me ! (...) The captain's quarters are very happy." The Mighty Nein remain horny on main

JESTER THE HEALER !!! "We stan a blue horned queen !!" indeed Laura ~harp music~ Bailey saving their asses once again

The HDYWTDT was so hot. like, I was blushing. Fjord, I love you.

The cycle has begun anew...

I love Liam's clear intention to do many more of Mighty Nein one-shots. I WANT THAT TOOOOOOOOO !!!!!!!

This one-sot was incredible. A good story that was left in suspense when Campaign 2 ended, a powerful ennemy even when they're level 17, and just an absolute blast to see them all again. I miss them already.

#my thoughts #critical role #cr campaign 2 #the mighty nein reunited #the mighty nein reunited part 2

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copperhawkthoughts · 1 year

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Here, have a snippet of Chapter 26 of The Nature of Light, that fic where Essek goes to Aeor and canonically Goes Thru It

…Yasha scoops him up carefully, mindful of the wicked wing-spines and heedless of the blood. She doesn’t go far, merely steps around Caleb and Jester to the first clear patch of ground, laying Lucien gently down where Caleb had lain not long before.

He is a gruesome sight. There at the end, as Jester’s final spell was eating its way through his back, he had - Molly had? - ripped his own chest open, exposing his heart. His throat is torn open all the way up to the hinge of his jaw. His legs are mangled, his left foot crushed. His right, a mere handspan from Essek’s knee, has a high, delicate arch.

Caleb moves slowly, painfully, to kneel at Lucien’s head. From the pocket of his tattered coat, he produces a large stone, a river-smooth cobble banded in white, and nestles it into the crevasse of Lucien’s chest, next to his heart.

“Why did we come this far, if not for this? We would do this for any one of us.”

Veth nods, subdued. “I think he’s still in there.”

“I know he is.” Jester’s voice is choked with tears, but firm. Full of conviction.

Caleb is still so pale, his every movement pained. He seems to exist just slightly out of phase with his own skin, so recently bartered back from the Matron. Essek opens his mouth to speak, but no sound emerges. He clears his throat and tries again.

“Are you sure this is even wise to attempt?”

Essek had once thought he hadn’t had a heart to break; he’d lately thought it had done breaking, but it crumbles into diamond dust, evaporates into pearl smoke when Caleb looks down the length of Lucien’s ruined corpse at him and says, quiet and firm, “Once you’re a member of the Mighty Nein, you’re in. You should know that by now.”

Essek has no idea what his face is doing, stripped entirely of the ability to demur or dissemble as something soft and delicate and growing begins to sprout in his chest from seeds carefully sown and haphazardly scattered.

A scarred and calloused hand squeezing his forearm.

A glittering voice in his mind at all hours, cheerful and bright.

Awkward dinner invitations and hot chocolate and acceptance. Trust.

Veth steps close to Essek’s side and squeezes his shoulder, her small hand the faintest pressure through his cloak.

“He’s right, and right now there are only eight of us.”

#critical role #cr spoilers #the mighty nein #essek thelyss #copperhawk writes #cr fanfic #the nature of light

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railroad-migraine · 2 years

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Spooky Season Fic Masterlist 🎃

Poet's October 2022 Challenge 🔓

At long last, the final collection is here!

Critical Role x Reader

1. Ghost sighting. Fjord x GN!Reader

2. Spider webs.

Opal x GN!Reader , BONUS: Lord Eshteross x GN!Reader

3. Wicked witches. Fearne, Imogen + Laudna x Fem!Reader

4. Candlelight confessions. Caleb x GN!Reader

5. Love potion. Ashton x GN!Reader

6. Pumpkin soup. Fearne x GNReader

7. Slow dancing in the dark.

Caleb x GN!Reader , BONUS: Ashton x GN!Reader

8. Another rainy day. Lord Eshteross x GN!Reader

9. Midnight feast. The Mighty Nein x GN!Reader

10. Dead leaves underfoot. Orym x GN!Reader

11. It's called my 'disguise'. Dariax x GN!Reader

12. Scary stories. Ashton x GN!Reader

13. Unfortunately, we're cursed. Caleb x GN!Reader

14. Visiting the haunted house. Laudna x GN!Reader

15. An unexpected kiss. Dorian x GN!Reader

16. Grave offerings. Bell's Hells x GN!Reader

17. Hold me, I'm scared. Dorian x GN!Reader

18. Masquerade ball.

Mollymauk x GN!Reader , BONUS: Dorian x GN!Reader

19. By the campfire. Imogen x GN!Reader

20. Blood smears. Fresh Cut Grass x GN!Reader

21. Moonlit walks. Mollymauk x GN!Reader

22. Whispers. Essek x GN!Reader

23. Under the oak tree. Kingsley x GN!Reader

24. Hellhounds. Chetney x GN!Reader

25. Illusion magic. Dorian x GN!Reader

26. Holy shrine. Caduceus x GN!Reader

27. The harvest festival. Orym x GN!Reader

28. Vampire bite.

Jester x GN!Reader , BONUS: Mollymauk x GN!Reader

29. Trick or treat. Cyrus x GN!Reader

30. Flickering shadows. Laudna x GN!Reader

31. Something's wrong. Lucien/Mollymauk x GN!Reader

For fics and updates about this October 2022 series, check out the #spooky season fic tag on my blog. Thank you to those who supported me with comments, reblogs and engagement both during and after this event xx

Bonus fics will be released and added to the masterlist over time

~ Poet

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vikasgarden · 10 months

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RULES: let the generator pick three words that must be included in a text. language up to you, whatever feels more comfortable !

CONSERVATION | PREDICTION | EXPERTISE

Ein tiefer, langer Atemzug erfüllte ihre Lungen, dehnte ihren Brustkorb und versorgte ihr Gehirn mit dem frischen, sauberen Sauerstoff der schottischen Highlands. Nur, damit Vika die Luft in einem unzufriedenen Brummen entlassen konnte. “Sind Sie sich sicher?” Ihre Augenbrauen wanderten doch recht skeptisch nach oben, während sie den Mann im weißen Anzug betrachtete. Nein, er trug keinen weißen Anzug mit Krawatte und hübschen Schuhen! Er trug einen Imkeranzug. Das Netz, welches eben noch sein Gesicht bedeckt hatte, hatte er über den Hut geschoben. Immerhin standen sie nun weit genug weg von den Bienenkästen. Vika selbst trug keinen solchen Anzug. Die Bienen taten ihr für gewöhnlich nichts. Dennoch konnte sie es verstehen, wenn ein Fremder auf Nummer sicher ging. Immerhin kannte er ihre Völker nicht so gut, wie sie selbst.

“Ja, ich bin mir ziemlich sicher. Es ist erstaunlich, dass Sie die Völker überhaupt so lange unentdeckt auf diesem Grund und Boden halten konnten. Wenn sie auf Ihrem Grundstück stehen würde, würde niemand etwas sagen, aber leider hat jemand Wind bekommen, dass Sie sich hier draußen breit machen. Immerhin kann ich Ihnen versichern, dass es den Völkern unfassbar gut geht. Sie sind stark. Ein Umzug wird ihnen wohl kaum schaden.”

Nun, eine Tatsache, die Vika selbst wusste. Immerhin befanden sich die Völker nicht erst seit gestern in ihrem Besitz. Warum der Mann hier war lag nicht unbedingt an seinem Fachwissen über Bienen oder der Tatsache, dass man Vika eigentlich unterstützen sollte in ihrem Versuch der Erhaltung von den immer weiter aussterbenden, heimischen Bienen. Er musste ihr verraten, wer sie gemeldet hatte. Vielleicht wusste er ja sogar, wer sich diesem fall angenommen hat. Damit sie intervenieren konnte. Denn Vika würde den Teufel tun und auch nur eines ihrer Völker umsiedeln. Der Platz, an dem sie verweilen, war perfekt. Eigentlich hatte sie ja gehofft, nie so weit gehen zu müssen, doch was nun einmal geschehen sollte, musste geschehen.

Ihre Miene hellte sich auf, sie seufzte, hob geschlagen die Hände und deutete einen Moment später zu der offenen Stelle in der Steinmauer, durch welche man am besten zu den Bienen kam. Jeder andere Weg wäre einmal halb um den Garten herum. So aber konnte sie den Fachmann direkt zu ihrer Terasse lotzen und kaum, dass er den Grund und Boden ihres Reiches wieder betreten hatte, war da erneut dieses zarte Lächeln in seinen sonst so stoischen Mundwinkeln. Dieser Mann besaß keinerlei Humor und abgesehen von seiner Leidenschaft für Bienen vermutlich auch kein Hobby. Immerhin kam er damit seinem Aussehen gerecht. Einen unattraktiveren Zeitgenossen hatte Vika selten erlebt. Aber Attraktivität lag im Auge des Betrachters, nicht wahr?

Eine kurze, fließende Bewegung ihrer Hände und ein kurzes Streichen über ein paar zarte Blumenköpfe und das Lächeln in seinen Mundwinkeln wurde tiefer. Zielstrebig ging er zurück zur Terasse, ließ sich auf die Hollywoodschaukel fallen und ergriff seine Teetasse. Ein zufriedenes Seufzen verließ seine Lippen. “Hier könnte ich ewig bleiben”, murmelte er gerade laut genug, damit Vika ihn hören konnte.

“Sebastian, ich darf sie doch Sebastian nennen, ja?”, säuselte die junge Brünette und ließ sich neben dem Mann nieder, der gut und gerne ihr Vater hätte sein können. “Kommen Sie schon, plaudern Sie aus dem Nähkästchen. Wer hat mich verraten?” Ihre Hand berührte seine Schulter. Doch abgesehen der Wirkung, die sie auf Pflanzen und eventuell auch Insekten hatte, brachte die Berührung nicht mehr als das physische Einschmeicheln bei diesem Mann unter der Wirkung des Duftes, der sich immer intensiver in der Luft verbreitete. “Es war Arthur Williams. Der Neu zugezogene aus London. Miss Rae, Sie sind nicht die Einzige, die unter ihm leiden muss. Er kann unsere Lebensweise hier in Wick nicht verstehen. Sie wissen doch, wie es hier abläuft. Sobald jemand etwas meldet, müssen sich die Behörden darum kümmern und in der Theorie hat er doch recht. Lassen Sie es gut sein. Er hat das nötige Kleingeld, um durchzusetzen, was er sich in den Kopf gesetzt hat und seine Art der Ordnung wird hier so einiges verändern.”

Vika widerstand dem Drang eine Augenbraue in die Luft zu ziehen. Stattdessen zog sie die vor Magie schwangere Luft in ihre Lungen und vertiefte das Lächeln auf ihren Lippen. Jeder, der nicht gerade unter dem Bann ihrer Blumen gestanden hätte, hätte vielleicht die Verschlagenheit darin gesehen. Sebastian Robertson nicht. Er sah sie an, als sei sie ein Engel. “Erzählen Sie mir mehr. Wen hat dieser Arthur Williams bereits um seinen Finger gewickelt?” Am Anfang ihres Gespräches hatten sie beide über Prognosen und Vorhersagen geredet, wie es um die Bienen steht und das es eine Schande sei, dass man Vika nicht eher weitere Mittel zur Verfügung stellte um vielleicht im umliegenden Land noch mehr Völker anzusiedeln. Oder das ganze hier vielleicht in ein Naturschutzgebiet umzuwandeln. Schon da hatte Mr. Robertson aus dem Nähkästchen geplaudert. Doch das war kein Vergleich zu dem Wissen, dass er nun auspackte. Mr. Bienenfachmann war ja eine richtige Plaudertasche! Und Vika wusste bereits, was sie unternehmen würde, um diesen Arthur Williams aus ihrem geliebten Wick zu vertreiben. Niemand mochte Korinthenkacker. Und niemand mochte all jene, die die natürliche Ordnung ins Chaos stürzten.

tagged by: seen and stolen from: @phasmophobie tagging: @fallen-kingsglaive , @ghosting-the-truth , @differentfaced , @sonnenebel & @dragonul-de-aur I can't wait to see what you come up with. I'll also tag anyone who wants to! Feel free to link me!

#⸻ ✶ always trust computer games. ˟ muse game #⸻ ✶ if only we could pull out our brain and use only our eyes ˟ prompts #⸻ ✶ the urge to destroy is also a creative urge. ˟ novella #gamesfakevz #writingsfakevz

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bestshipsmackdown · 1 year

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Pre-qualifiers Master List

Group One:

Carlos Reyes x TK Strand from 911: Lonestar vs Aang x Katara from Avatar the Last Airbender vs Harley Quinn x Poison Ivy from DC vs Edward Elric x Winry Rockbell from Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood

Elle Argent x Tao Xu from Heartstopper vs Leorio Paradinight x Kurapika from Hunter x Hunter vs Yukari Kotozome[Cure Macaron] x Akira Kenjou[Cure Chocolat] from Kirakira Pretty Cure A La Mode vs Jonathan Sims x Martin Blackwood from The Magnus Archives

Nathalie Sancoeur x Émilie Agreste from Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir [Miraculous Ladybug] vs Jack Kelly x David Jacobs from Newsies vs Sasha Nein x Milla Vodello from Psychonauts vs Mermista x Sea Hawk from She-Ra and the Princesses of Power vs Loid Forger x Yor Briar from Spy x Family

Morticia Addams x Gomez Addams from The Addams Family vs Gus Porter x Mattholomule from The Owl House vs Cassandra x Laura from The Wicked + The Divine vs Toshiko Sato x Owen Harper from Torchwood vs Katsuki Yuuri x Viktor Nikiforov from Yuri!!! on Ice

Group One Finale:

Harley Quinn x Poison Ivy from DC vs Jonathan Sims x Martin Blackwood from The Magnus Archives vs Loid Forger x Yor Briar from Spy x Family vs Morticia Addams x Gomez Addams from The Addams Family

Group Two:

Kazuma Asougi x Ryunosuke Naruhodo from The Great Ace Attorney vs Barbapapa x Barbamama from Barbapapa vs Hal Jordan x Bruce Wayne from DCU[Justice League] vs Anathema x Newt from Good Omens

Millie x Moxxie from Helluva Boss vs Sid the Sloth x Manny the Mammoth x Diego the Saber Tooth Tiger from Ice Age vs Meta Knight x King Dedede from Kirby vs Steve Rogers[Captain America] x Anthony “Tony” Stark[Ironman] from Marvel

Phryne Fisher x Jack Robinson from Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries vs Regina Mills[Evil Queen] x Emma Swan from Once Upon a Time vs Utena Tenjou x Anthy HImemiya from Revolutionary Girl Utena vs Spinnerella x Netossa from She-Ra and the Princesses of Power

Captain Kirk x Spock from Star Trek vs Chidi Anagonye x Eleanor Shellstrop from The Good Place vs Westley x Buttercup from The Princess Bride vs Vasya x Morozko from The Winternight Trilogy vs Agnieszka x Sarkan from Uprooted

Group Two Finale:

Kazuma Asougi x Ryunosuke Naruhodo from The Great Ace Attorney vs Meta Knight x King Dedede from Kirby vs Utena Tenjou x Anthy HImemiya from Revolutionary Girl Utena vs Captain Kirk x Spock from Star Trek

Group Three:

Apollo Justice x Klavier Gavin from Ace Attorney: Apollo Justice vs Erika x Annaliese from Barbie as the Princess and the Pauper vs Lena Luthor x Kara Zor-El[Kara Danvers] from DC[Supergirl] vs Crowley x Aziraphale from Good Omens

Stolas Goetia x Blitzø from Helluva Boss vs The Black Prince x Violante from Inkheart vs Joacquim Morray x Forever Carlyle from Lazarus vs Wanda x Vision from Marvel

Bakugou Katsuki x Todoroki Shouto x Midoriya Izuku from Boku No Hero Academia[My Hero Academia] vs Killian Jones[Captain Hook] x Emma Swan from Once Upon a Time vs Lie Ren x Nora Valkyrie from RWBY vs John Watson x Sherlock Holmes from Sherlock Holmes

Connie Maheswaran x Steven Universe from Steven Universe vs Ellie Williams x Dina from The Last of Us 2 vs Chel x Miguel x Tulio from The Road to El Dorado vs Jaskier[Dandelion] x Geralt of Rivia x Yennefer from The Witcher vs Cornelia Hale x Irma Lair from W.I.T.C.H.

Group Three Finale:

Crowley x Aziraphale from Good Omens vs Stolas Goetia x Blitzø from Helluva Boss vs John Watson x Sherlock Holmes from Sherlock Holmes vs Chel x Miguel x Tulio from The Road to El Dorado

Group Four:

Marceline x Princess Bubblegum from Adventure Time vs Faith Lehane x Buffy Summers from Buffy the Vampire Slayer vs Tinkerbell x Vidia from Disney Fairies vs Orpheus x Eurydice from Greek Mythology

Lord Asriel x Marisa Coulter from His Dark Materials vs Dustfinger x The Black Prince from Inkheart vs Wendy Pleakley x Jumba Jookiba from Lilo & Stitch vs James “Bucky” Barnes x Steve Rogers[Captain America] from Marvel

Yaoyorozu Momo x Jirou Kyouka from Boku No Hero Academia[My Hero Academia] vs Elizabeth Swann x Will Turner from Pirates of the Caribbean vs Ruby Rose x Penny Polendina from RWBY vs Kaz Brekker x Inej Ghafa from Six of Crows

Ruby x Sapphire from Steven Universe vs Ashby x Pei from The Long Way to a Small Angry Planet vs Barbie x Wanda from The Sandman vs Fox Mulder x Dana Scully from The X-files vs Bloom x Stella from Winx Club

Group Four Finale:

Faith Lehane x Buffy Summers from Buffy the Vampire Slayer vs Wendy Pleakley x Jumba Jookiba from Lilo & Stitch vs Kaz Brekker x Inej Ghafa from Six of Crows vs Ruby x Sapphire from Steven Universe

Group Five:

Salim x The Djinn from American Gods vs Chuuya Nakahara x Osamu Dazai from Bungo Stray Dogs vs The Doctor x The Master from Doctor Who vs Amelia x Link from Grey's Anatomy

Dave Strider x Karkat Vantas from Homestuck vs Beverly Marsh x Ben Hanscom from It vs Arwen x Aragorn from Lord of the Rings vs Sam Wilson x James “Bucky” Barnes from Marvel

Todoroki Shouto x Midoriya Izuku from Boku No Hero Academia[My Hero Academia] vs Elizabeth Bennet x Fitzwilliam Darcy from Pride and Prejudice vs Mamoru Chiba[Tuxedo Mask] x Usagi Tsukino[Sailor Moon] from Sailor Moon vs Wylan Hendricks x Jesper Fahey from Six of Crows

Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson from Stranger Things vs Sissix x Rosemary Harper from The Long Way to a Small Angry Planet vs Foxglove x Hazel from The Sandman vs Jack x Rose from Titanic vs Flora x Mirta from Winx Club

Group Five Finale:

The Doctor x The Master from Doctor Who vs Arwen x Aragorn from Lord of the Rings vs Wylan Hendricks x Jesper Fahey from Six of Crows vs Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson from Stranger Things

Group Six:

Sam Black Crow x Shadow Moon from American Gods vs Carmen Sandiego x Julia Argent from Carmen Sandiego vs Jonathan Harker x Mina Murray from Dracula vs Bailey x Ben from Grey's Anatomy

Dr. Gregory House x Dr. James Wilson from House M.D. vs Gojo Satoru x Geto Suguru from Jujutsu Kaisen vs Lucifer x Chloe Decker from Lucifer vs Charles Xavier[Professor X] x Erik Lehnsherr[Magneto] from X-Men[Marvel]

Uraraka Ochako x Midoriya Izuku from Boku No Hero Academia[My Hero Academia] vs Charlotte “Lottie” La Bouff x Tiana from Princess and the Frog vs Daphne Blake x Velma Dinkley from Scooby-Doo vs Nina Zenik x Matthias Helvas from Six of Crows

El Hopper x Max Mayfield x Lucas Sinclair from Stranger Things vs Jenks x Lovey from The Long Way to a Small Angry Planet vs Hector x Lyta from The Sandman vs Kou Minamoto x Mistuba Sousuke from Toilet-Bound Hanako-kun vs Xena x Gabrielle from Xena: Warrior Princess

Group Six Finale:

Jonathan Harker x Mina Murray from Dracula vs Dr. Gregory House x Dr. James Wilson from House M.D. vs Daphne Blake x Velma Dinkley from Scooby-Doo vs Xena x Gabrielle from Xena: Warrior Princess

Group Seven:

Zuko x Sokka x Suki from Avatar the Last Airbender vs Ulrich Stern x Yumi Ishiyama from Code Lyoko vs Jalil x Christopher from Everworld vs Bokuto Koutarou x Akaashi Keiji from Haikyuu!!

Astrid Hofferson x Hiccup Haddock from How To Train Your Dragon vs Luke Patterson x Julie Molina from Julie and the Phantoms vs Eve x Mazikeen from Lucifer vs Noemi x Francis from Mexican Gothic

Kate Whistler x Lucy Tara from NCIS Hawai'i vs Dani Powell x Malcolm Bright from Prodigal Son vs Magnus Bane x Alec Lightwood from The Shadowhunter Chronicles vs Sonic the Hedgehog x Shadow the Hedgehog from Sonic the Hedgehog

Rapunzel x Eugene “Flynn Rider” Flitzherbert from Tangled vs Marco x Celia from The Night Circus vs Will Herondale x Tessa Gray x Jem Carstairs from The Shadowhunter Chronicles vs Ken Kaneki x Hideyoshi Nagachika from Tokyo Ghoul vs Agent 355 x Allison Mann from Y : The Last Man

Group Seven Finale:

Zuko x Sokka x Suki from Avatar the Last Airbender vs Astrid Hofferson x Hiccup Haddock from How To Train Your Dragon vs Sonic the Hedgehog x Shadow the Hedgehog from Sonic the Hedgehog vs Rapunzel x Eugene “Flynn Rider” Flitzherbert from Tangled

Group Eight:

Zuko x Sokka from Avatar the Last Airbender vs Percival Fredrickstein von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III x Vex'ahlia from Critical Role vs Nessie97[Vannie] x Luis Cabrera from Five Nights at Freddy's[AR Emails] vs Charlie Morningstar x Vaggie from Hazbin Hotel

Howl Jenkins Pendragon x Sophie Hatter from Howl's Moving Castle vs Hutch x Chloe from Jupiter's Legacy vs Homura Akemi x Madoka Kaname from Madoka Magica vs Adrien Agreste[Chat Noir] x Luka Couffaine[Viperion] from Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir [Miraculous Ladybug]

Richard Mayhew x Lady Door from Neverwhere vs Gil Arroyo x Jessica Whitly from Prodigal Son vs Glimmer x Bow from She-Ra and the Princesses of Power vs Eric Cartman x Kyle Brofloski from South Park

Scott McCall x Stiles Stilinski from Teen Wolf vs Willow Park x Hunter from The Owl House vs Zachary x Dorian from The Starless Sea vs Ianto Jones x Jack Harkness from Torchwood vs Hero Brown x Beth Deville from Y : The Last Man

Group Eight Finale:

Percival Fredrickstein von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III x Vex'ahlia from Critical Role vs Howl Jenkins Pendragon x Sophie Hatter from Howl's Moving Castle vs Glimmer x Bow from She-Ra and the Princesses of Power vs Ianto Jones x Jack Harkness from Torchwood

#I’m tagging this so the pop up goes away

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no-more-tales-tavern · 8 months

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free space!!! write what you most wanted to write with whoever occupies your mind right now. you always come up with the best 😩

After weeks of waiting to be rescued from the Iron Shepherds, Jester finally gives up hope that the other Nein are coming, and accepts her place as Lorenzo’s bimbo fuckdoll.

Made for Sex: 5D

Jester bit back a groan of pleasure as she felt the oni's massive dick slam hard into her ass again, the rough thrusts making her body buck and jerk over him. He was rough and relentless, and while she knew that men were like that—even some that visited her mother—she'd never expected to be the subject to one's brutality like this. That she'd be helpless, hopeless against his assault.

They'll be coming. They'll be coming soon.

Her silence seemed to displease the oni slaver, and Jester let out a sharp gasp as she felt his large and powerful hands move up her figure to grope and squeeze at her chest. "Don't be shy, lovely~ I want to hear your screams as I make you mine~ heheh~"

Jester shuddered again, a groan escaping her lips—wanton and lustful—before she bit her lip again and silenced herself. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction—refused to! No matter how much he fucked her, how much he held her helpless frame against his broad and powerful one, ramming his cock ruthlessly up into her, pummeling her guts over and over...

They'll be coming. They'll be coming soon.

"Do you think you're going to be saved, lovely~?" Lorenzo muttered into Jester's ear, his breath hot and musky and sending shivers down the tiefling's spine. "Because you won't be~ your friends aren't coming to save you~"

She shook her head, trying to keep his voice out of her head. She refused to believe him, refused to listen to his words. Her refusal seemed to amuse the oni, who chuckled darkly—and she gasped as he slammed her roughly down onto his lap again, his massive cock bludgeoning her womb, pummeling her insides, making her bite the inside of her cheek to keep herself from moaning.

They'll be coming. They'll be coming s—

"Or at least, they won't be anymore~" Lorenzo chuckled darkly into her ear. "Not after their last attempt—where they broke into our fort, only to be slaughtered by my men just before reaching your door~"

Jester felt her heart go still in her chest. Again, she wanted to refuse to believe him...but as she looked back at him, her gaze landed on something she hadn't noticed before. Adorning Lorzeno's right ear was a bright jade earring—just like the one Beau always wore. The kind she refused to give up, even when Jester had asked so nicely to try one on for herself.

That was the moment she broke.

Jester jerked, bucking hard on the oni's cock, all of the lustful, passionate cries she'd been restraining falling free from her lips as she jerked and bucked and came so hard around the slaver's cock. Her bright violet eyes rolled back into her head, going blank with pleasure as her body was wracked over and over with the sharp, intense euphoria that was giving in to her slaver's wishes.

And as the tiefling slut lost herself on his cock, Lorenzo let a wicked smirk spread wide across his face, and he pulled her back for a deep and passionate kiss—one the broken whore was all too eager to return.

#a twisted tale (nsft snippet)#exandria is for lovers (critical role)#the lovely little sapphire (jester lavorre)#you've met a terrible fate (bad ending)#going off script (canon divergent)#hell hath no passion (fiends)

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