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writers-potion · 13 hours

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Aight I just remembered what I was gonna ask. I think It'll be my second ask because I do remember I submitted the same question I wanna ask months ago HAHA

Okay so, I'm writing a story that explores a lot of subjects, one of them is morality

So... How do you make a fictional religion feel "real" in a sense? Like I know there'll be shrines, temples, and stuff but I need to know more than just that.

Take your time and thank you! ✨

Writing Realistic Fictional Religion

Hi! Thank you for the question :)

Please refer to my posts about writing hateful gods and writing deities for stuff about writing gods! I'll talk more about writing religion in general here.

Religious Hierarchy

Think about how you'd want your religion to be structured:

Polytheism: the belief in many gods.

Monotheism: the belief in a single, all-powerful god.

Atheism: the belief in no gods. A belief in nothing is stil a belief.

Are there tiers of gods? (Gods above Gods)?

Is there a "Mother God" or "Father God" that must be worshipped over everything else?

How are religious leaders selected and trained?

What kind of actions (celibacy, vegetarianism) do the believers need to do in order to be a faithful person? Is there a consequence when they don't do this?

Religious Texts

The most important question a religious text should aim to answer is: where did the world (and therefore, us) come from?

Here are some story patterns you can use:

Creatio Ex Nihilo: God creates the world from nothing

Creation from Chaos: God introduced order into a chaotic world

Primal Couple: The first "couple" gives birth to the world

World Parent: A god sacrifices (a part) of their body to construct the world's elements.

Emergence: Before the current world, there existed another world. After a period of time is over, a new world emerges.

Earth-Diver: A deity sends over a person/animal, etc. to construct a world out of the barren land they've created.

This "Origin Story" will dicate the basic values that your religion thinks is the most important.

Religious Practices

You have the freedom to invent your own religious practices. When you are trying to invent one, consider:

The weather. Is the Sun in your world so blazing that all religious festivals are only held during the night?

What can you not do in the name of religion? Are you not allowed to have stuffed animals in your bed? Not eat blue stuff?

Who are the people that work the most during festivals/worship ceremonies? Are slaves exploited to prepare the feast? Are the women the only ones that works while the men sing? Are animals tortured or exploited in the process?

Sacrifices. What/when/how do you offer sacrifices?

You can also think about:

Who determines the kind of religious practices the other people have to follow?

Are the reliigous practice discriminatory and if yes, who do they benefit?

Religious Locations

Historically, religious lands have had the power to have its own rules and be protected. which will provide a good

One Location vs. Many: Is there a shrine in every home/street, or is everyone required to report to the city square every Saturday?

The Ruler's Castle: Sometimes, the king is considered to be the "son of god" and the palace is therefore the most sacred place.

One Unreachable Location: It can also be that in order to be ruly faithful, you need to visit a place that is so unreachable that people die trying.

A Moving Location: Does the god choose their new home every year?

A Constructable Location: If you draw a circle in bone ash, does the patch of land inside it become holy and no ghost can enter it? What if you lack faith and the circle construction doesn't work at a time you need it the most?

Question of Morality and Religion

While many religions preach equality and kindnes, it has been used to justify conflict and discriminate those who do not believe in it.

Does the deity promote such violence? Or is it the bad leaders?

Is the deity uncritical towards such behavior? Or do they actively step in?

Is the God falliable? Like the modern-day presidents, is the god's survival/power somehow dependent on the believers? Is that why they stay silent even when bad things are being done in their name?

Does the god favor rich people?

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gothghostiie · 4 months

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i have so many silly little hcs about wesker and uroboros, but there's this one i really wanna share, if you will lend me your loving ears for a moment... i view uroboros as less of its own sentient thing and more of every tendril being full of nerves, it's how wesker would be able to control them, move them around as he wills, right? i think each uroboros tendril has a thin layer of skin, muscle, and goop (he's so sludgy in dbd <3), and because there's only that thin layer covering all those nerves, the tendrils would be extremely sensitive. i wonder if you see what i'm getting at here already... let me cook...

imagine wesker examining his tendrils around you, like his idle in dbd, and you get curious, wondering how they feel. you reach over and lightly run your fingers over one of the tendrils, not really paying attention to how wesker reacts. the tendrils would honestly probably feel moist (like a fucking frog or something similar judging by how they look in games), and understandably so, you wipe your fingers clean of the feeling, but not without catching the look on your beloved blonde's face. he's barely suppressing his surprise, and there's a blush on his face.

wesker doesn't retract his tendrils, no no no, not after his precious darling just touched the most sacred part of him. he'd look at you with slightly widened eyes as you touch his tendrils again, and you watch as a visible shiver runs up his spine. his blush gets deeper and his hand starts shaking. you've unlocked something in him, something he never knew was possible, just by touching his tendrils. he likes the feeling, and the poor man shifts slightly in his seat as a poor attempt to hide the growing tent in his pants. you use that big brain of yours to connect the dots, and realize that this massive menace to society gets a hard on just by feeling his pretty partner run their fingers along his tendrils <3

thoughts and feelings? :3

I'll gladly lend you my ears darling

and yes. yes yes yes yes. they're sensitive to gentle touches (while being extremely durable to harsh impact, as seen in games) and you just know you have to make use of it, gently stroking his tentacles while he squirms but doesnt retract them:((

hes panting like a dog, shaking slightly while soft moans escape him, hes whining and whimpering, the more you touch them the worse it gets. he might even softly beg you, soft pleas escaping his lips even if he doesnt know what hes pleading for. cums untouched in his pants, almost tearing up from how overwhelmingly good he feels <3

#gothghostiie #ask ghostiie #albert wesker #resident evil #dead by daylight #dbd #wesker #albert wesker x reader #nsft #wesker x reader

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ivanzplaid · 11 months

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Feel totally free to ignore this but like Otis, Doomhead, The Grabber and Bo with a preferably male reader who has a huge praise kink and kind of hid it from them but they end up finding out? Thank you as always.

screaming shivering jumping up and down with excitment YES PLEASEEEE THANK YOUUU. all of these men. all of them. and this kink. youre a godsend i love you thank you thank you. i love these kinky requests

requests r open, masterlist is up!!

Slashers x M! Sub!Reader + Discovering a Praise Kink | Headcanons

Warnings: Nsfw undercut, slight obsessivness, sub!reader, dom!slashers, toy usage, cockwarming, edging, slightly rushed towards the end thats mb💔

Headcanons

The Grabber

you've been kidnapped by him long enough for you two to spend quality time together, more specifically when he lets you up to cook a meal with him, something really hands on

he's guiding you through one of his older cookbook recipes he has, rubbing your arm as you cut up pepper to put into a pan. something quiet and lowkey, just as he likes it

can feel like hes truly connecting to you, just as if you were a normal couple (though he already thinks of you two as that ...even if you are locked in his basement)

"You're doing so well dove, so smart, hm?"

your movements slightly sputter as you process what he said, but you keep going. your cheeks become hotter and a light laugh came out, but letting al know that you have a praise kink would be the death of you

his overbearing nature leads him to know almost everything about you, but you knew if he knew that, he'd never shut up about it, constantly using it against you in all situations, especially in his twisted little games he makes up

his natural vocabulary already makes it hard enough to function in his house, praising you for good behavior, coming up with little nicknames to toy around with, especially with his possessiveness he loves to think everything you do is beautiful, constantly saying things along the lines of

"What a good boy.. too good for anyone but me. You're all mine"

but it was when he massaged your shoulders and brought his head down to your ear that you realized he began to catch on. he was a much too observant man (and way too obsessed with you) to let any part about you go unnoticed

"You like it when I say that.. don't you? You like hearing me praise you, is that it?"

his voice was deeper and smooth, taunting you with his newfound knowledge

he is a very open man with his kinks, only being shy if theyre a bit harder than others. but discovering that you get off on hearing him praise you boosts his ego, he wants to use and abuse this immediately

he likes that this gives him a more dominant dynamic (more than he already has), he likes to know that hes in control, and can manipulate a situation to his liking because youll be at his knees if it means he'll fulfill your needs

he likes to believe that only he can make you feel this good, stroking your dick while saying how pretty you look for him, holding your chin and fucking you, going into detail about how hes so lucky to have someone as cock hungry as you are all for him

will torment you with this knowledge, thats how he is. he'll introduce it into the 'good boy' game, saying how 'only good boys would give in to me' and how youre his best tule follower, which comes with perks of its own

tries to make it so that praise is an even more sacred award, and using it to further youre relationship. good attitude and behavior? he'll fuck your throat while saying hes never felt this good, and how youre his best toy. been having an enjoyable evening upstairs without any suspicious actions? treating you by edging you and encouraging you to hold on for a bit longer, and how he'll make you feel so good if you keep that pretty moaning going

either way, he will use it against you to his advantage to get what he wants, because good boys follow what he says, and they end up getting the best rewards, round after round

"Aw.. I know you wanna cum, but baby just a little longer. You're sweet little moans for me will pay off soon, I promise."

Bo Sinclair

hes the king of most kinks without even realizing it, he says and does mostly whatever he pleases while he fucks you, but he does notice when you start to heat up and hide your face while he says how good youre taking him, and how god blessed him with the prettiest little toy

now bo doesnt jump to conclusions, he likes to wait it out and test it a few times to see if he's catchin all the signs first

his final test is having you sit with him as he works on a car in his shop, helping him out snd just being with him since he likes your company

"Ay darlin', be my saving grace and hand me my pliers right there,"

he'll pause snd wait for you to grab them, then finish the sentence with the bait

"Thats it.. right there. Listenin' to me so well, aintcha."

as a small smile creeps on your face, and the familiar submissive aura creeps up, he comes out from his work space and meets you halfway, walking with a certain confidence to his step, smiling at you like an asshole

"Well is that so.. you enjoy hearing me say how good you are? I see you getting all flustered, can't take it sweets?"

he'll slowly corner you and give you an evil looking smile as he speaks

"Well if this is somethin youre into, youre gonna hafta earn it toots. I don't let anything slip without some hard work out in by your pretty little face."

he wants to see how far he can take this, making it worth its while in the bedroom (or seeing if he can push it to something semi-public as well, teasing you about how good you look, and how its a shame that no ones out here to hear how cute your groans are as he fucks into you faster)

absolutely loves bejng the asshole he is and teasing you while also leaving you once youre needy for him, he wants to see you crawling to him, begging for him, because then he'll reward you for being such a loyal toy for him, praising you and calling you handsome as he strokes your dick painfully slow while keeping eye contact

will have you ride him as he gives you hickeys on your neck, tickling your neck with his hot breathe as he says how pretty you look taking him all in, fucking yourself against him

starts to incorporate the teasing throughout your day. whether it be meeting new visitors, standing next to you snd acting normal, yet leaning over to you slightly and saying how he could display to the visitors what a good boy you are for bo and bo only, making you his prize

like the grabber, is very veryyyy possessive, he rewards you when youre good for him with the praise, because your devotion and submission to him isnt only a need for a relationship, but because he gets so hard when you display those behaviors

Doomhead

realization definitely happened when he got home from 31. hes tired an annoyed and just wants to hold you then pass out to sleep. anticipating this, you set up the bed comfortable and began to run a warm bath for him

when he sees this he cant help but sigh and smile lightly, stroking your hair while showing his appreciation

"Youre so good for me, what would I do without you.."

your cheeks heat up, and assuming he'd be so tired he wouldnt notice, you let out a little deep breath before taking him to the bath

however, even in his most exhausted states, he notices the little things about you, because hes feels he needs to know what your feeling, especially for a peculiar reaction like this

"Somethin' wrong handsome?"

you realize that he caught on and quickly (and suspiciously) deny anything, leaving him wanting more, he knows that youre not sharing something, so he does what he does best, and becomes persistent about it. he knows its something embarrassing, so he wants to humiliate you by having you reveal it

the rest of the night is full of snarky comments and suggestive ideas, he wants to know what youre thinking at all times, and this torture will end sweetheart if you just admit it

some part of him already knows what it is, its just getting you to say it out loud so that he can give you your reward and praise after is the tough part. he wants you to say it snd to see you avoid eye contact and have your voice diminish so that he can bring you to the present with hoe much he'll pamper and treat you (and fuck you)

he is a kinkyyyy man, he loves to know all about you snd what makes you hard for him

when he finally gets you to say it, he cups your chin while making you hold eye contact, before crawling ontop of you snd caging you between his arms, smiling down like the smartass he is

"C'mon baby.. that wasn't so hard. I knew my perfect pet could do it."

he loves to include just a bit of demeaning / possessive phrases while praising you, he loves to flaunt his dominance & how obedient you are to him

will fuck you roughly into the bed while saying how good you look crying, taking him all in no matter what, because youre his, and hes so happy that its like that

will say how perfectly shaped you are for his cock, how his dick fits into your hole so perfectly, like you were made for him and only him. praises you on how tight you are and how your practically sucking his dick dry with how hard your keeping him

"Ohhh... fuck.. good boy. That's right, keep making those pretty little noises whenever I hit the right places. Tell me how good it feels when I fuck you."

very very vocal normally, so now he can channel that energy to somewhere else to heighten both of your experiences

loves to overstimulate you with praise & literal stimulation. guiding you through an orgasm with a vibrator in your ass while he toys with your dick, saying how your whines and moans might alert someone nearby, and why should they get to see his perfect angel all sprawled out, fucked snd drooling, looking all pretty

Otis Driftwood

otis is so great for this because he is so fucking horny and loves to have his dick in you just because, but he also has a more caring side to him during it, so he didnt have a suspicion, you outright admitted it to him in a heated moment

in his bed, late at night, sensual yet stimulating. hes having you cockwarm him while he strokes you, admiring how your body quivers at his touch snd how whiny you are, yet he shushes you and says itll take time, because he dictates your pleasure, but also because he wants to see how long you can hold out for

"Oh look at you baby, being so obedient for me. You're gonna look so nice when I fuck you so hard you won't be able to move an inch.."

that sends you over the edge, the stimulation and the moment, and his hands roaming you cause you to cum all over his chest

hes surprised, he knows he was teasing you snd giving you a lack of stimulation, but his words pushed you over the edge? well he'll just have to test it one more time

"Fuck handsome, cummin' on my chest just by some words? Too good for me, you just needed me so bad, huh?"

will change positions so that he can see how shy yet needy you get while he pounds into you and praises you, using this so that you two can go multiple rounds together, inducing overstimulation once again

he loves that youre into praise, because he loves to compliment and comment on your submissive nature, he feels it builds a nice and romantic feel to fucking

loves to see how much deprivation he can give countered with a shit ton of praise before you become a crumpled mess infront of him, begging him to put it inside you. he loves to see you beg for him, because he believes it shows how well hes trained you, and thats why you deserve to know how good you look when youre being face fucked with his cum dripping down your chin before noticing the hard on you have from it

can and will say how youre his little pet/his good boy, and how nobody elses moans, and no one else's ass could make otis as hungry as you make him

thinks its funny how shy you were with revealing your kinks, because hes very open about his, and is always willing to try more

will comment on hoe if hes gonna keep praising you, you need to stop being so flustered and let him see how cock drunk you are, snd that youre so beautiful when youre bouncing on his dick trying to chase your high, absolutely dumbified

#slasher #slashers #reader x slasher #slasher x reader #the grabber x reader #otis driftwood x reader #house of 1000 corpses #otis driftwood #bo sinclair x you #bo sinclair #house of wax #bo sinclair x reader #doomhead #31 #doomhead x reader

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pcheyes · 4 months

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since you are looking for requests, how about something valentines related with eunseok or seunghan? they're so valentine coded to me

ahh they are !!!

lovestruck

pairing: eunseok x fem reader

genre: fluff, friends to lovers,

warnings: eunseok is hopelessly in love

synopsis: your science partner just couldn’t get you out of his head, so he finally decides to do something about it

word count: 552 words

song suggestions: weak for your love-thee sacred souls

eunseok couldnt believe it.

how could you, of all people turn him into a stuttering mess? he hasnt had a crush since 7th grade, and Emily Pritchett sure had a lot to say about him. he was one of the tallest boys in the school but somehow whenever he was around you he shrunk his figure and his voice.

you had only been paired up for a science project a few months ago, so how could everything change so fast?

maybe it was how caring you are.

immediately when you sat down next to him you introduced yourself, as if the whole school didnt know who you are. you were on the dance team, and their most flexible dancer, which won you guys multiple awards. you split up the work evenly and got to work. you pulled out your airpods and saw eunseok was just working on his own, a crimson hue already gracing his cheeks. you offer to him your other airpod and from then on every day you would listen to music. together.

after that project, he became infatuated with you. your looks, your kindness, your humor, everything.

so he decided to confess to you, on valentines day. (or his friends would tell you for him)

he found out through some friends that you absolutely adore baked goods, so he baked you some macarons.

he planned to give you the macarons and a love letter along with it, during your lunch period. he walked over to your table and he tapped your shoulder.

“can we talk?”

you smile up at him “sure eunseok!”

you both walk out the cafeteria and eunseok leads you to a hallway. the hallway that happens to house the science class where you two were partnered up.

“so uh, i baked you some macaroons, but its ok if you dont eat them, i kept having to make new batches. macaroons are really hard to make but i pulled through for you- i mean because-“

“actually i’m allergic to macaroons eunseok”

his face drops as he struggles to stuff the tin container filled with macaroons in his bag. “oh god sorry, i didnt know, but they’re crappy anyways, you deserve much better, I MEAN-“

suddenly he hears you laugh.

“eunseok i was kidding silly, i love macaroons, what flavour are they?”

“uh its a mix of strawberry velvet- shit i mean red velvet and strawberry’s” he hands you the tin with the love note in it. “i hope you enjoy them, i had my little brother taste them and he kept fake gagging, why am i telling you this.”

you take the tin and shuffle your feet. “anything else you wanna tell me?”

“actually yes”

he takes a deep breath

“i’ve liked you for a long time now. you’re always so sweet to everyone and your humor is top tier, and you’re really pretty, and your voice is so soothing wait thats kinda weird. what i’m trying to say is i like you. a lot and i know its asking a lot for you to like me back but-“

he’s cut off by the tender kiss you leave him on his cheek. you wrap your arms around his neck.

“i’ve liked you for a long time silly, so, so much”

“i’m glad, i really like you too.”

authors note: literally i was cooking and then towards the end my brain gave out lmao, but hope you like it anon !!

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creepling · 9 months

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Different scenarios for Johnny just in case you ever feel like writing more <3

-Johnny taking a liking to you (or just your sweet blood) and fucking you in front of your boyfriend Leland then killing him and tying you back up leaving you bleeding and full of cum

-He comes back after dinner wanting to play cat and mouse if you make it out of the house without him catching you then you're free to go (it's rigged) all the doors are locked and oh no there's not a tool to help in sight just having to hole yourself up in a room hoping he don't find you

-You and another survivor make it out of the basement but its the sawyer house and you don't know where you're going you guys get split up and another one of the sawyer's catch them as you watch out of the corner of your eye you go to hide in a closet but a certain brunette saw the cute pink fabric poking out the bottom of the door

-Johnny planned on killing you but he got greedy and took a taste too early knowing he never wants that taste to go away he keeps you

-he hangs you by your wrist on a slaughter house hook to play with you, cut you, and carve his name into you<3

omg the idea of a cuck leland (but he’s getting cucked by the maniac that is johnny) is just ugh *chef’s kiss*

and god yes i wanna write fics of johnny with knife/bloodplay. keeping you just to taste your blood and believing you are sacred. his knife at your throat as he fucks you, threatening to swipe if you make a sound. HNNG

i love your ideas ty for sharing!!<3

#creepling.brainrot #notsogothgf #johnny slaughter x reader #johnny slaughter

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knight-of-flowerss · 1 year

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The hobbit

Thorin x hobbit reader

Reader is bilbos older badass sister who kills anything and anybody with her cast iron pan.

So we know dwarfs don’t get pregnant much, an basically rare to have girls, so how would the others react to reader (everyone lives au) telling thorin she’s pregnant after the battle, now hobbits are small so one imagining they have have up to 4 kids at once and be ok, probably even expected.

So when the dwarfs and surprise her (and bilbo the soon to be uncle along with lady Dis) with her finished nursery, and after the excitement, reader asks were the rest of the cribs are!!!

…

The dwarfs ask what she means and she an bilbo say that hobbits give birth to more then one child, so I wanna see there reactions (including Dis) when reader says she’s pregnant with 4 children I wanna know the reactions of the grate thorin and the fearsome Dwalin!

Bounes if you add when the babies are born (3 girls and 1 boy ) and the reaction of the company

thorin screaming “I can’t hold them all I need more arms or bigger ones!! 😭😭😭”

OMG YES I LOVE THIS SMMMMM ITS SO CUTE AHAHAHHA!!!! I opened this at like 10 o’clock at night so I was tired so I’ve don’t it today after school so I had more time and it didn’t sound loopy 💀

This hasn’t been spell checke btw!

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Anyone’s name: this colour and in bold

Thorin Oakenshield x Hobbit!Reader

You’re little brother Bilbo has always really only kept to himself, occasionally having relatives (but never distant because he doesn’t trust them around his cutlery) around Bag End.

You were his daring older sister, never afraid of anything, selfless, badass. You were staying at your brothers while your burrow got a new door. You offered to help but the other hobbits refused as they were paying you a favour.

You and your brother sat in shock as twelve dwarfs and a wizard wrecked Bilbo’s house. But after the table was set you soon forgot all about it, your brother on the other hand..

When a dwarf named Thorin showed up you couldn’t help but stare at him. He was your height, had long, dark locks and eyes so beautiful that you could get lost in them with just one glance. And when they proposed Bilbo come on this journey with them you immediately invited yourself along.

The journey was harrowing, fighting off ogres, goblins, orcs. Then there was the ‘final battle’ against Azog and his army. It was tough but it was no match for the dwarves and their resilience.

They fought with all there might, defeating the army and Azog and returning home safely.

For almost half a year now, you and Thorin had been married. Half a year of pure joy. And surprises.

You felt sick as a dog for almost 3 weeks now, your body weak. Dís, Thorin’s sister, suspected something was wrong and encouraged you to go and see a doctor of some kind. It had been confirmed though that it wasn’t any fatal illness, nothing of the sort.

You and Thorin where actually expecting.

The two of you were estatic, jumping for joy, but a little bit inside of you was sacred, terrified even. You knew what this meant. You knew you had to push out multiple of the little creatures miracles. But you would go through all that pain for Thorin.

As the months passed your belly grew and grew, never stopping, even for just a moment. The dwarves and your brother offered to help build a nursery for the little lad inside you (they assumed it was a boy because of the very low chances of a little baby girl popping out), at first you tried to help them but they just brushed you off and told you to relax, so, you hesitantly accepted the offer.

While they moved everything into the nursery and decorated it, you took a nap (which ended up being like 3 hours but we don’t talk abt that-). When you woke up you saw Bilbo and the side of you, reaching to wake you up.

You jumped as you hadn’t expected him to be there.

“Bilbo! What are you doing here?!” You whispered-shouted through gritted teeth. “Uh- the nursery- um, it’s ready.” Bilbo stutters, clearly shocked that you wanted to shout at him.

Bilbo helped you up as you where weaker and your belly put more and more pressure on your back.

You stood at the doorway as Dís and Bilbo pushed the doors open with big smiles. In the room stood Oin, Glóin, Dori, Ori, Nori, Bifur, Bofur, Bombur, Dwalin, Balin, Fíli, Kíli and stood in the middle with a soft smile one his face was your dear husband, Thorin.

You slowly stepped into the room looking around. Little toys on shelves, a play area with a fur rug, a changing station, one crib and more.

When you had finally reached your lover, you turned to him with a raised eyebrow and a cocked head.

“One crib? Really?”

Thorin looked a tad confused, “what do you mean my love? What is the babe supposed to rest in?”

“I think you mean babes.” You replied with a smirk. A bunch of ‘eh?’s where muttered around the room while Bilbo suppressed a chuckle.

Thorin sat with a half confused, half shocked face. “Whatever do you mean my love?..”, “you do know Hobbits have multiple children, do you not?”

Thorin’s eyes widened as your words registered in his head. “What-..”

The pregnancy was terrible, horrendous even, but your spirits where high when Thorin was by your side. You had given him four children, 3 girls and a boy.

(I got the last two names from a D&D website for dwarf names cus I couldn’t think of owt 💀)

Your little boy was named Thráin (III) after his father. Your first girl was called Dísa after Thorin’s sister Dís. Your second girl was named Arrin, meaning ‘exalted’ and ‘lofty’ and your last little girl was named Asta, meaning ‘divine strength’ , ‘love’ and ‘star-like’, she was named this due to her being the hardest out of them all to give birth to and that you and Thorin nearly lost her.

You and Thorin are sat on a couch in the children’s room with a fur blanket o top of yous while your four little toddlers play with eachother with wooden and plush toys.

You lean your head on Thorin’s shoulder as you look at your children and then up at your lover, who was already staring at you. “I am so grateful for the children you have brought me, love. You have made me a father, you a mother and all of us a family, I am forever in your debt my queen, I love you.”

You smiled up at your husband, tears welling up in your eyes as you wear a dopey smile on your face, “I love you too my King,”, you lean up and kiss your husband, you couldn’t ask for a better life.

An amazing husband, a gentle son and three graceful daughters, you loved them all so much, you finally had your happy ending.

I hope you like this cus i finished this while I was ill 😭

@thethreeeyed-raven

#Thorin Oakenshield #Thorin #thorin Oakenshield x reader #Thorin x reader #Thorin fanfic #Thorin Oakenshield fanfic #the hobbit #the hobbit fanfic

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snipsnipsnippy · 6 months

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Alright I’ve been pushed. Now I’m in a Satine Kryze mood. And BOY do I wanna have a chat some of y’all are not ready for.

Satine and the New Mandalorians are the true Mandalorians. Or at least, they were the popular representation of Mandalorians. First things first, I want to remind everyone that the Mandalorian history we have post Clone Wars-era is entirely told by the surviving Mandalorians, who are.. a fringe cult and a terrorist group (ie The Children of the Watch and Death Watch) and any other surviving exiles or enemies (eg Boba and you know, the Jedi). None of these people lived in mainstream Mandalorian society so how are we to believe them on what “true” mandalorian culture is when their beliefs or actions were deemed so radical they were exiled (or in the case of COTW, left on their own accord).

Now, yes, Satine’s position of pacifism is very extreme. No fighting at all ever is a pretty questionable long term survival strategy and an incredibly divisive one, but it’s literally one the mandalorian people defended and accepted and even tried to bring to the Republic. Because considering the historical and political position Mandalore has been in, it was only this extreme strategy that could save it. It literally ended generations of civil wars. It united the remaining mandalorians and built survivable, architecture for the barren world (which probably saved the planet, but that’s a different theory). But Death Watch, you know the party that meant to overthrow and kill her, will tell you that this was an erasure of mandalorian culture and ignorance of their warrior history, but that’s not the kind of warrior we ever see outside of Death Watch.

Everything in mandalorian culture points us to this much more protective survivor, rather than this vindictive sort of conqueror. Foundling culture in the Mandalorians is so profound because it’s something that is so unique to them. Other cultures do adopt nonfamilial members, yes, but Mandalorians do it so wholeheartedly and without question. There’s a baby alone in the woods? I don’t care if it’s 4,000 years old or its a race that hasn’t been discovered yet, that’s your child now. The way mandalorian clans are structured such that a foundling is immediately no different than a blood relative, whether they come from the same species or star system. Nephews or daughters or neighbors are all the same to a mandalorian (and a hot mention to mando’a for throwing out gender biases too). They are fiercely protected and fiercely loved too. Every excess that exists in mandalorian society goes to their children. To their education, their protection, the survival of the next generation was most important to a mandalorian society.

Even something like beskar, their very armor, was prized for protection, not for offensives. There’s a whole lecture on how beskar came to be metal of choice, but it boils down to being, guess what?, the best defense against lightsabers. And we see Mandalorians come out with the best armor design in like literally all of Star Wars armors ever. I’m not joking. It’s made for visibility, for protection, for comfort, and for not dying. Their identity is their armor. Its value and its design is sacred to each clan because it is forged from their history and painted with its battles.

So working back to Satine, who was raised learning all of this history, learning the ways of her warrior people and seeing the culture stray from what was once a people built for surviving and then watching it kill them, watching it tear apart her family and her home, and for a year, it even tore her away from her identity. She stands up to this massive swath of the deadliest fuckers in the galaxy, and she says “no.” She doesn’t raise a sword. She doesn’t point a blaster. She knows how. She was the fucking mandalorian princess. Clan Kryze was deeply respected. Her father died a hero to these people, and for her to stand up without using force or weapons takes a shit load of courage and some uniquely mandalorian stupidity. All to save their future, their culture, and their children. She said “kill me if you wish but spare the kids” and at the time, she can’t be any more than 20 because timelines are rough. She’s probably still just an orphaned teenager herself. This is the wake up call that broke the Mandalorian Civil Wars.

This is the Most Mandalorian stunt a mandalorian has ever mandalorian-ed since Tarre Vizsla himself told off the fucking Jedi.

She’s the savior of her culture, and Death Watch burned it all down because they wanted to kill, not protect. Satine was more a mandalorian than most of the Mandalorians we see. More mandalorian than her sister will ever be, and Bo won’t even speak her name.

#satine kryze #I love her sm #mandalorians #hi it’s me #i love Mandalorians #it’s me #there is shade to Bo Katan bc honestly she deserves it #but I do love her too just in the war criminal matriarchal lesbian kind of way #justice for Satine #she deserved a name drop in that big family spiel in mando s3 #vktxt

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lvlyghost · 1 year

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Some general info for anyone writing Alejandro and Rodolfo that no one asked for

(from your favorite mexican ofc)

Part 2

✨swearing and slangs✨

We can hear them throughout the entire game! For example

“A la verga.” This particular swear word, although it is widely used, it’s not something you say around adults or your family. It’s a really, and I cannot stress this enough, bad word! You use it with your friends (mostly men) which is on spot in the game👌🏻

“A huevo.” We love this one, a somewhat neutral and not-so- bad expression to show excitement or agreement! I totally didn’t giggle like an idiot when Ghost said it.

Still don’t wanna use it in front of your grandmother, trust me!

✨culture, traditions, & more✨

•Mexicans LOVE their families, trust me if you ask alejandro or rudy about them you’ll melt their hearts, and hey… mothers are sacred!

•A highly religious country! don’t be surprised if you find holy images, altars and religious art on the streets! It’s a nice touch if you want to describe their surroundings while taking a walk on the street!

side note! It’s SUPER common to see rosaries hanging from the rear view mirrors in the cars! these two probably have one in their vehicles.🌞

•day of the dead (día de muertos): death, we celebrate it. Ask these boys about their beloved ones that already passed away and they’ll most likely tell you about them with a smile on their faces! The whole country is a sight to be hold during this time🌼

•Magic towns (pueblos mágicos)🪅: Just imagine visiting one of them with Alejandro and Rodolfo! Colorful Streets filled with vendors and all sorts of indigenous art, clothing and candies!

Don’t even get me started with the food! You’ll definitely gain some weight with all the food you’d eat!👌🏻😮‍💨

•Cartels: yes I had to, no, I don’t like it! The game is pretty accurate, violence is a big problem but heeey glad you’re here to help us fight right??😎

✨Pet names✨

Some of my favorites (feel free to use them!)

Cariño - Honey

*Nena/Nene - Babe

Amor - Love

*Princesa/Principe - Princess /Prince

*spanish and its gendered forms. You know…

Hope this was helpful! Might do more, we shall see💃🏻

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h4venpha · 2 months

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⸺ kiss him

✦ vash the stampede x nicholas d. wolfwood ✦ contents: contents: oneshot, SFW, hurt and comfort, mentions of getting shot, mentions of violence ✦ WC: 613 ✦ notes: ngl i jst wanted to write this bc of a specific two second scene i saw in a movie. also yes i combined trimax and stampede vash and imagined 98 wolfwood. SUE ME (uhh not proofread bc im sleepy)

vash’s eyes flicker dimly as he listens to the muted hum of the worms flying outside. its colder and darker than other nights, even here in the cheap motel they managed to gather enough scraps to sleep in for the night. the bed is creaky and smells like old linens but vash prefers it over decking it out in an alley behind crates and trash bins.

wolfwood’s embrace is warm and firm with his arms wrap around his neck and a rough hand gently running through his mess of blonde and black hair along with curious feather appendages sprouting from his head.

vash buries his face into wolfwood’s shoulder, pouty lips pressing upon his dark blazer as he sniffles. “‘m sorry about today.”

wolfwood isn’t fazed at all. “for what?” he grumbles softly.

“for everything.” vash nuzzles further into the crook of his shoulder, his dark eyebrows furrowing up as his eyes watered more than he wanted them to. “for getting involved in that fight, for getting you hurt— for letting you get shot—“

“spikey,” wolfwood draws out. “none of that, ‘kay? i don’t want any of that t’night from you.” his tone is firm, but he means well. it's all too easy to recognize when vash is going to spiral and spout some bullshit he’s heard before more than once during nights like these. “‘s nothing i can’t handle.” wolfwood lets a breathy laugh escape him and vash wants nothing more than to grab it out of the sacred space of a motel room they’ve created and store it in his mind.

“that doesn’t mean it’s all right for you to get shot.” vash says rather defensively. “it’s still my fault, i-i should’ve covered you.” his arms wrap tighter around wolfwood’s waist as if they were still in the middle of the shoot out.

“how could ya have? you were protectin’ that woman across the street, i saw you.” wolfwood says while he gently thumbs at the small feathers by his temples. “listen, i can handle myself alright? quit yer worryin’ about me.” with being tucked into his shoulder, wolfwood can feel when vash frantically shakes his head in response.

“i can’t do that, wolfwood. you know i can’t. i wanna be there to protect you…” vash sniffles as his voice goes watery.

“and you are, you are, okay spikey?” wolfwood reassures and gently prys vash away from his shoulder to look at him. and oh is he gorgeous. big, fat tears rolling down his glowing face as his plant marks dimly glimmer, his wings and feathers flicking reactively as they reach and tug at wolfwood’s fingers and arms, aching for him to come closer. wolfwood wants to kiss him senseless. “you’re doin’ the best you can and i’m proud of ya, alright?”

vash hiccups and breaks into a quiet fit of cries. his head hurts and he’s drained, but wolfwood is here and cooing and wiping away at his eyes with his thick, warm thumbs.

“y’ big ole baby.” wolfwood chuckles softly when vash pouts at him with his bottom lip jutted out and big, glossy eyes. “c’mon, no more cryin’, yeah?” wolfwood coaxes gently and leans in to kiss his puffy eyes before tilting his head and smiling warmly. and vash feels himself falling apart under wolfwood’s warm hands and his bufferfly-soft kisses and his kind words— he feels himself letting wolfwood gently break him down into a mush of tears and snot.

wolfwood cups his face and leans in without hesitation to press his firm lips to vash’s trembling ones. vash knows he tastes like salty tears but wolfwood doesn’t mind it and only smiles into their slow kiss.

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thecameronchronicles · 1 year

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Lace Stockings

TW: age-gap (TR is above 18). Smut. Language. Manipulative reader. Cheating (Ward on Rose). Daddy kink.

SUMMARY: Your boredom leads you to Ward's office, where you find a way to entertain yourself.

WORD COUNT: 1900

*ORIGINAL CONCEPT*

Lace Stockings

You watched the scene unfold a thousand times before. Sarah pacing the floor of her bedroom, fingers through her perfect flaxen hair as she argued with Topper for being too possessive. It happened in such repetition that you were well aware it was nowhere near its end. If anything, you would be subjected for the duration of the argument and then the aftermath he left behind. Not wishing to endure it, you gave the unheard excuse of needing a snack before seeking out refuge to your dirty little secret that happened to be working from home today…

"And you told them that we'll offer double?" Ward's voice aggrieved from the opposite side of his door left ajar. Your flawless manicure furthering the distance of the door from the frame as his eyes lifted to you.

"Can I come in?" You mouthed as he covered the bottom half of his cel with his hand.

"Is Sarah still here?" You nodded, sharing the disappointment in his expression as he motioned for you to shut the door.

"Fine, but behave yourself." He teased, eyes remaining on you as you moved throughout the office you could even describe to perfection while under any influence.

"Yes,I'm here…" He returned to his call as you traced the shelf beside his desk, acting as if you cared more for the literature than his focus on you. The way his eyes always captured you from across any room, public or private, was always a reason your heart raced at its unsteady pace. It made the comments from any you entrusted with your secret, never offering any name, to silent. All for knowing he took care of you. In every single way.

"And I'm telling you that you work for me…" He became tense, the sight twisting your stomach and testing your patience as you only wished for him to be at ease. It meant you were showered with his undivided attention, a rarity to be scarce. And yet, you were forced to brave that now.

You set yourself on the edge of his desk, crossing your legs to gain his attention to the stockings of your uniform and the garter belt you accessories with specially to his liking. His eyes catching you as you turned to face him. Once his attention zeroed in to you, narrowing as he analyzed the skin you revealed to him, you decided to act on behalf of your both.

You walked slowly towards him as he turned the chair to grant you access to his lap. A favorite location for you both as you were both submissive and dominant while set here. His hand weak at your back but fingers nearly eating into your upper thigh as it allowed you the availability of his neck that you traced to comfort him.

"Please daddy, I wanna play…" You whispered into his other ear. "I can be quiet…" But as your hand slipped across his rivaling thigh, he caught your hand.

"I have to get some work done…can't you play with yourself for a bit?" His words surprised you.

"You don't like it when I do…"

"Just until it will make you behave." You bit your bottom lip with excitement before sliding off of his no lap. From the second you raised from my him, his eyes narrowed into you. Every ounce of his focus was on your every motion as you lounged on the couch he'd taken you over that first time. A sacred piece of furniture for such "firsts".

First kiss. First time. First time in his knees for you as yours had been at his chair. First Time pleasing yourself. At least from what he knew…

"Hey…" He called to you once you closed your eyes.

"Don't come." He spoke with a mischievous grin as he reclined back in his chair.

"No. Not you." You answered into the phone. His fingers motioning your legs wider as you obliged. The small coffee table offered you leverage for support of your soles as you widened yourself for him.

"Faster." He mouthed, eyes widening along with his lips as he cocked his head to view you better. Your contorted expressions made him desperate to break the phone in his hand for an excuse to focus completely on you.

"Daddy…" You groaned, one hand playing with your nipple for additional sensation he always offered, as the other kept to your clit. But no amount of speed granting you the high he warned against. The one you would punish him for having before his very eyes, all for making you work for it yourself.

"Please…" You whimpered as he whistled to force your eyes open.

"Knees." He mouthed again as you bit your bottom lip excitedly. Knowing he craved your mouth in any capacity was as if you were standing at the precipice of danger. Exhilarating and tempting to know everything he offered, hey he guided you with the safety of it all.

His conversation continued as you found it to be background noise to the sounds that mattered. The echo of his metal buckle unlatched. The rush of fabric pulled low enough to reveal him to you.

"Slow." He warned as you nodded, kissing his tip as he would let your hair. Your hand stabilized his shaft to direct it into your mouth as his weight would have wreaked havoc on an already sore jaw from keeping yourself quiet. Your tongue savored his precum and carried it around the veins leading back to him before he was lubricated enough to begin.

He cleared his throat to hide the rush of pleasure you brought him. But you knew this well. The forced breath devised to keep your endeavors a secret. The last one having been within his bathroom as Rose stood on the other side of the door. Your knees eating into the floor of the shower, accepting the pain in knowing he made up for it once you pleased him.

"Good…" He spoke to you, allowing the word to also act as an answer to his call. The smirk you offered sent his hand to your already disheveled ponytail, the fallen trusses arranged in a harsh grip as he sat closer to the seat's edge.

"Make me come." He spoke while bent over you, allowing himself a moment to bask without needing to shield his rasped breaths before he pulled the phone back to his ear.

"Good girl." He offered behind clenched teeth. The faster you took him, the harder your suction clamped around him, and he was struggling to appear unaffected by you. You were his sanctuary just as you were his means of chaos, something acknowledged by you in the way you viewed him beneath tearful eyes of awe. A powerful man such as Ward coming undone for you without much more than a few motions and a pliable submission.

"Then fucking handle it-" He ended the call, his cock tightening and projecting down your throat as you swallowed quickly. A middle finger to your bottom lip brushing him away for no remnants as that finger hid behind your perfectly swollen lips.

"You've been such a good girl for me today…but it wasn't planned…We have rules for a reason, sweetheart…" His eyes flashed to the door.

"Anybody could hear you…"

"I was quiet for you daddy…"

"But we both know that only lasts so long until you have to scream for me…" He guided you back to your feet.

"If I make you come, will you be able to do it quietly?"

"Yes…" You answered too quickly for it to be the truth more than simple desperation.

"Don't lie to me…you've been good so far…I don't want to have to punish you today…"

"I'll try…please…I want to come…"

"If you make one sound, I'll stop, do you understand?" You nodded as he tapped the bare counter of his desk once pushing his computer to the side.

"Wide, sweetheart, so I can savor you like you deserve." He set either foot in accordance to the armrest of his chair before commiting to the space between your thighs. This was what made being with Ward worth everything. That devotion he had to please you. Whether it was his own ambition and want or that of a favor returned, he was convicted to the same degree.

Beginning slowly, he made it difficult to obey as your hand ran through his hair, pulling the strands with careful conviction before he kissed your inner thigh.

"Good girl…always listening so well…" He lapped up your excess for just a moment before his touch ascended to your stockings and unlatched them.

"You deserve to scream if you want to…" he bunched the stockings into a ball before pressing them to your lips.

"I know you can open wider than that, proved it not only five minutes ago." You blushed before obliging, allowing the material inside.

"Now you can be as loud as you want for me. I think we've both earned that…" He returned between your thighs, pulling you further to the ledge as you gasped.

"Don't insult me, sweetheart…" You rocked into him, his mouth favoring your clit before finally inserting a finger to your sex, silencing the pulsation he was well aware awaited this very touch. But a second finger would be the reason your toes curled into the arms of the chair.

"Daddy!" You cried behind the lace and satin material, dampening it with each curse as he made the perfect combination of pressure and speed between his mouth and fingers that had you willing to release to him once again. The number countless to the afternoons you'd found pleasure in this room. The rare occasion in which it had been his room. And the boldness of last Christmas.

"Come for me, sweetheart. Just like I did for you…be good for me…" You rode into his mouth, his fingers threatening to pull away just to hear you whine, before he offered that final bend that left you unhinged.

Your body manic against him as he continued on through your high, drinking you down just as you had for him. Even down to the way he brushed his lip. But as your eyes witnessed him, he pulled the stockings from your mouth and back into your legs. The wet sensation making you groan.

"Maybe next time you'll be able to stay quiet so I won't have to use these…So now, you're gonna wear them the rest of the day…" He rose from his chair and pressed his palms into the surface of the desk beside your hips.

"And I want you to come on them tonight and bring them back to me in the morning. More soaked than they are now…" You swallowed hard. Never favoring school, but adoring his homework assignments for you.

"Yes, daddy."

"Good girl. Now I have a chance to finish my phone call without any distractions." He kissed your lips softly, a seal to another fruitful encounter as you left his office without anyone being aware of just how often this happened. And how you intended for it to continue this way…

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defodisturbed · 3 months

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Mastermind - Recoms x Singer!Recom!reader

(A/N: heyy... hey.. im back :3. im sorry for leaving for SO LONG im dealing with a lot of personal stuff right now but im really trying to write more. i want to get faster at typing and i also needa feed my children. also most of this fic will be exposition and the events leading up to the climax like im not even joking its so long. hope yall enjoy this one. mwah) (and yes I based the songs on Taylor Swift and if you're gonna be in the replies being hateful, gtfo my page (kindly))

What if I told you I'm a mastermind?

And now you're mine.

I had always hid my true past from my teammates. Practically everyone. I only really had a journal, and even that was locked away under my rug under my bed. Nobody knew it was there, and nobody could access it without waking me up or making some kind of noise. It was a sacred book to me. I could talk to... something with it. I could express my feelings of wanting to go back to the way things were, but never wanting to leave Pandora. Never wanting to leave my friends. And never wanting to leave my lovers.

I'm a recombinant for the RDA. When I died in my human body, they had my DNA and were already growing my new body to be revived. I have my memories of my past life, and it was awesome. Until... my mom found out she was drafted for the mission on Pandora. I, being the best kid ever, took her place. My fans were scared for me, and tried to convince me not to. They'd heard it all, how dangerous Pandora was. Especially for a singer with no military experience or knowledge. But I accepted my fate. For my mother. For my family. I had siblings back home, and with me going on tour all the time, I wouldn't be able to take care of them if my mother was gone. So I accepted the fact that I was most likely, if not definitely, going to die on this mission.

And I did. My family recieved the news, but also learned about Project Phoenix. They were relieved to know that their kid was going to be revived, just maybe not the same.

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"Hey, ma. How're you?" Prager asked as I sat down at the table. It was lunch at the cafeteria. They pretty much just fed us protein-filled slop most of the time. Rarely, they would throw a cookie in there if it was a holiday on Earth.

"Oh, it's going alright, baby. Thanks. Hey, can I ask you a question?" I replied. Prager nodded and leaned in. "Do you think you could ask the Colonel if we could go out in the forest today and just... explore? He doesn't know this, but I actually have some science friends and they showed me some fruits and animals that we can harvest and safely eat. I tried some and Pandora food is good. Like, really good. I wanna surprise the team, and you know Colonel can't say no to you."

Prager agreed and once the Colonel sat at our table, he immediately started.

"Colonel, I was wondering if we could go out into the forest today and just have some fun. Explore, fuck around in some river or something?" Quaritch looked at Prager and gave that ONE sigh. (A/N: its giving "go get my purse") "Fine. But we ain't bringing a baby viperwolf home because Ja wants one." He glared at Ja. He was always the one to see a stray dog and say "please please pleaaaaase mom can we adopt it??" as a kid.

I silently thanked Prager for doing my bidding as always.

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We were out in the forest, going over the rules we've memorized by heart now. Once the Colonel finished up, I immediately took off. I was so excited to get some nice food that I didn't realize the cliff drop below me. I was suddenly falling, the wind rushing past my body and feeling almost painful as it hit my face and went away so fast, over and over again.

I dived head first into a lake. The drop wasn't that bad, I realized. Alicia was first on the scene, peeking over the dropoff with a worried look on her face as she hoped to God I wasn't dead. I waved my hand up at her and called out.

"Get down here, this is so fun!! Don't be afraid to get a running start either!" my voice echoed. "Are you okay??" she shouted back. "I'm amazing!!"

Alicia ran over to the others and told them to watch her. She embraced her inner child as she ran as fast as she could and leaped off the cliff. She felt the wind rush past her face as I had, and splashed in the water with me. The rest of my team ran over and looked. We were... fine? Lopez was next. He gladly jumped and plooshed in with us. Then Prager, Zhang, Walker, Warren, Mansk, Lyle, Fike, and finally... Quaritch. He took a chance and jumped.

We were playing and splashing each other with water as we finally relaxed for once. Of course, we had fear of predators. But we didn't care as much anymore. We were playing like kids and it felt so good.

After we dried off and got back to the forest, I took off again. This time, more careful. I found an abandoned basket in pretty good condition and took it with me to collect fruits and veggies. I collected some yovo fruit, some other stuff I didn't know the name of but still knew was safe, and finally it was time to get some meat. I was looking to make some nice Pandora burritos for everyone. I found a nice bow and some arrows, perhaps forgotten by a young hunter excited to show their family their haul.

While I was gathering food, one of my favorite songs got stuck in my head while I was thinking about my life back on Earth. I started humming... then singing the lyrics... then full belting the long notes. I didn't realize Lyle was near, close enough to hear but far enough to stay hidden. He'd never heard my songs because he was in the military before I even debuted. I'm sure he was confused who I was singing.

I got some hexapede meat, some meat from hard fruits, and I also took down a lone viperwolf. I put the stuff in the basket to bring home.

"What the Hell is all of this? What've you been doing this entire time? Why do you have a bow? Did you encounter a native?" Colonel asked. I said I found it and saw no booby traps so I took it. I explained that my friends at the lab wanted some samples so I got some for them. Obviously it was a lie, but I couldn't spoil the surprise.

He allowed me to take my findings and harvest home. I thanked him and was so excited to make him and our team a good meal for once.

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I got out my cutting board and my cooking knife and started chopping. I cooked some of that chicken-y stuff and some of that fruit. I thanked Mansk in my head for teaching me these things.

I radio'd everyone to come to my room. I said I had a surprise for them. "I swear to God, if we get there and you're on the bed naked again I will... actually not be mad." Lyle said back.

"This isn't that kind of surprise, Lyle. Just get over here!"

Once they all were in the room, I retrieved a tray with foil over it. The smell wafted into the room as I uncovered the gift. They were all so surprised and hypnotized by the burritos.

"For you guys! You deserve it. Take one, I insist!" I squealed. They all grabbed one and a paper towel and with the first bite, they relaxed their tense muscles and rolled their eyes back. They hadn't had a good meal like this in a good, long while.

"Hey, Y/N, what song were you singing in the forest? You were really loud... must've been one of your favorites or something. Is it on Spotify?" Lyle asked as he finished his first bite. My eyes widened. "You... heard that?"

"Yeah, I heard a little bit too. It was something about a new romantic or something like that." Zdinarsk added. "Yeah you were singing about something related to rings or something too." Mansk said. "I don't know, I could be wrong, but last time I checked, you weren't married." Lopez said.

"Um... can we forget all of that happened? Sorry, I was just getting carried away and I sang some of my own songs and-" I was soon cut off by the Colonel saying, "Wait- your songs?"

I soon shoved them out of my room, begging them to let it go and to not talk about it again. I closed the door behind me as I slid down the metal wall to the floor. I took some big, deep breaths and checked under my bed to check if my journal and hard drives were still there, even though I'd been with them the entire time. Phew! They're still there. I thought.

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The next day, at dinner in the cafeteria, I brought my bag with me and sat down with everybody acting like nothing was wrong. Conversation sparked when someone asked, "So what's everyone planning on doing tomorrow? Ardmore gave us the day off." I said I was planning on bingeing my favorite show wrapped in my blankets with my favorite foods. They all agreed and said they would be training, sleeping, exploring, hooking up, or something fun/relaxing.

I suddenly got a call from my friend on the phone. I knew it was something important, because my phone was blowing up with texts while she was waiting for me to answer. I hurriedly ran off to my room for privacy, forgetting my bag full of personal stuff. Including my hard drives. Zdog decided it couldn't hurt to see what I carry around all day, so she started digging. She found my sunglasses, hairbrush/comb, an unopened soda can, some loose candy, and... hard drives?

"Hey does anyone know why Y/N has hard drives in her bag?" Z asked. Nobody knew, so she decided to take them and pass them out for them to watch later. It for sure wasn't porn, Ardmore would've never let it through. It's gotta be some home videos or something.

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Zdog and the others piled onto the bed in her room and uploaded the drives onto her computer. They were numbered. They watched the first one and it was a black screen with the sound of a crowd cheering. It was around an hour long. They watched as a... stage appeared. A big one. It was a stadium full of people. A concert? Then appeared the person performing. It was... you. Some already made the connections, while others took a little bit. You were performing for around 70,000 people along with cameras so everyone could watch it live. they watched all of the hard drives all throughout the night, only falling asleep when they went through all of them.

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You were in your room, hanging up the call. turns out it was just some cute guy flirted with her at a restaurant. Only then did you realize that you left your bag in the cafeteria. You immediately went back for it, checking everything was there because people just love to snoop. You realized all of your hard drives were missing. You soon were banging on the Colonel's door, asking if he'd seen anybody take them or had anything in their hands. He wasn't there. You knocked on everyone's door and nobody answered. You went back to your room, wailing into your pillow. Those drives were the last thing you had of Earth. Of your entire life before the military. Soon enough, you cried yourself to sleep. In the morning, you slept in. It was your day off, after all. You heard a knock on the door. You recognized it as Z. You opened the door and there she was. She came in without an invite and immediately sat on your bed.

"Y/N. I am... just so sorry. When you left your bag in the cafeteria, I looked through it when I should've respected your privacy. I found hard drives and took all of them to my room and the rest of the team and I watched all of them. In order. All the way through. I am so sorry for disrespecting your right to privacy and watching the videos that were obviously private." She closes her eyes softly, looking down toward the floor with her hands twiddling in her lap. Too embarrassed and disappointed with herself to even look at me.

"Z, I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have been so secretive. Especially with the ones who love me most. The truth is, I was a very rich and famous singer on Earth. You probably know that by now. So does everyone else. But I'm trying to work through it and not be embarrassed to share my past."

"It's not your fault. I love you. We love you. You never have to hide anything from us, but if you don't want it to be shared, that's okay too. So... can we listen to some of your songs?" Z laughed. I said yes an radio'd everyone to come to my room. I had a surprise.

MWAH I love yall!!!! hope you guys enjoyed i've had this au stuck in my head since like last year :) 💋💋

@dyingofcookies ITS HERE BESTIE

#zdinarsk #avatar zdog #recom zdog #z dog #z dog x y/n #recom lyle wainfleet #recom squad #recom quaritch #recom mansk #recom oc #james cameron avatar #original character #avatar x reader

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The Savant

The Mechanicus fic with the OC: H3X, Late 20s to Early 30s, female, autistic/just something wrong (I'm not trying to offend anyone but since it's warhammer I tend to crank things up to 11 and just with her being a mechanicus her mental illness isn't going to manifest normally so the closest thing she is is some form of autistic)

Also sorry if I use transformer fic terms I didn't wanna make stuff up

blaming @konigsblog & @kneelingshadowsalome & @ghouljams for Yrac because good god when I got home today those three were posting some very thirsty Konig and god I channeled that into this nasty man.

tw: Yandere

91-Yrac sat upon his throne waiting for his underlings to bring in the prize. Oh the former Venatorii, Crimson Guard, had embraced the Dark Mechanicus freeing himself of the veil that was placed over his eyes. He watches the Magos stop for a brief moment seeing the Omnissian axe resting in easy reach of the combat framed Yrac.

The Magos' retinue had been depleted leaving only the non combat frames and was he had theorized was aboard... a savant.

Machine Spirits would bend to Savants so easily... their mastery to simply talk to the machine spirits always meant that they would move high into the ranks of the Machine Cult however... they were easy to corrupt. They could easily become heretcks as they struggled with some of the rules meaning that even the highest ranking Savant Magi had to be monitored.

He stood up when he saw the orange robes in the sea of red with their yellow highlights on their robes verses the whites. He could see how her Mechadendrites were entangled with two other priests flanking her... her caretakers.

Her head whipped over to the machine chanting its litany of errors... and then the next... and then the next... and then the next. Oh Yrac was a cruel man having heard there might be a savant coming he did something that was surely going to get them to pull away from the Magos... it was their fixation to fix. He watched the caretaker's Mechadendrites tighten around her own as hers loosened. He could hear her whines as her fingers pulled on her hood. They were doing their best to soothe the savant.

"Magos." Yrac purred out of his vox.

"Heretck." The Magos spat.

Yrac tsked the magos as he rested his chin in his palm, knowing this conversation was a mere farce to get the savant to separate. He watched as one of his men held a strange servo skull, an equine headed one, he watched her push hard against her caretaker reaching out for what he presumed was hers. Perfect he thought as he continued to verbally spar with the magos.

"Mars will not let this go."

"And tell me what has Mars ever done for me? I was born of the Calixis Sector and the wars of the Spinward! Tell me Magos what has mars done for me?!" Yrac snarled as he let out a pulse from his Potentia Coil causing the mechanics to fail for but a moment.

"H3X STOP." The female caretaker cried as her charge slipped away towards one of the machines. His men stopped the caretaker but let her slip through.

The Magos bellowed in binary but he could tell she wasn't listening anymore, her audiles completely still, as she plugged into the machine and sat down looking at a datapad and was working on fixing the sacred texts. Oh yes he had gone into the texts and changed a few bits that allowed them to work but every few intervals they would release their litanies. The air buzzes around as he keeps them from messaging their charge as Yrac stands to his feet.

"Don't touch her!" The caretakers shriek out trying to push their way past the combat servitors.

Yrac looks down as she slaps the floor a few times before typing again and repeating her habit. He dwarfs the small woman sitting on the floor, her bionics are smooth and pleasing to the eyes and optics... he could feel his mouth opening up. Just one little taste. He thought to himself... he wasn't planning on keeping this one.

She looked up at him as she blinked... normally Savants abhor eye contact so Yrac held his breath. "Your pupil looks like the crude depiction of a heart none mechanicus use to express affection. It's also glowing a pleasing purple color... though I like blue too. I'm going to go fix the next machine."

Yrac let out a delighted trill and he watched her tilt her head, "I like how it glows." Was all she said before pushing past him and going to work on the next machine. Oh by the Omnissiah Yrac felt his heatsinks act up as his vents turned on loudly. The Magos and his retinue looked at Yrac in horror as his single remaining biological eye glowed purple with a glowing bright pink heart shaped pupil.

"H3X! H3X!" The female caretaker shrieked as the little savant wasn't listening and she turned her attention towards Yrac, "DON'T YOU TOUCH HER!"

"Why?" Yrac purred, "You were on your way to Mars... to let her train there and have her be paired off with some dirty old Magos." He hissed before composing himself, "Who wouldn't appreciate how she just wants to help the machine spirits." He cooed looking back at H3X as she finishes her task.

H3X begins to walk back to the group but Yrac intercepts the priestess, "Where are you going?"

"Back with the others. My task is done."

"I can find you more tasks to do."

"Do you have my equine?" She tilts her head as she looks at her feet, her Mechadendrites being picked at by her little fingers.

"You mean this my sweet spark?" He pulls the horse skulled servo skull out from behind his back and watches her just snatch it from him. Nuzzling the bone lovingly, it was easy to tell on the worn part of the skull where that was something common she would do. Yrac reached out feeling himself grow excited and touched the little priestess and that's when the retinue erupted in anger. They could tell of his intentions with the priestess was beyond just corrupting her from the ways of the cult mechanicus.

H3X all but freezes as it's a flurry of buzzing in her ears as binary and gothic assault her ears. It's suddenly very loud for her as she pulls on her hood. Oh Yrac was very excited to help his darling! He plugged himself into her and manually adjusted her sensitivities as well as giving her a deluge of data to just sort through. He glanced over at the female caretaker whom had privately messaged him on how to soothe her... she just wanted what was best for her charge.

Yrac loomed over her, his Mechadendrites against his back to make him look smaller than he was, as he cupped her face providing distracting stimuli... and that tainted little part of him couldn't stop the way he pulled his rebreather away and let his black tongue slip out. How he ran it over her chin and bottom lip as her eyes and optics were zoned out completely focused on sorting the data he provided.

He accepted each packet she sent back. Yrac placed hard kisses against her cheek as his breathing stuttered and ran a tongue against the delicate fin of her audial. She blinks coming back to and looks at him again cocking her head to the side, "Do you like hugs too?"

He nearly moans but swallows the depraved desperate noise, "Y-yes sweet spark I do. You may always request them from me."

"Your mouth is big." She says before her thought process continues, "Do you have grass? I like feeling it between my toes. When I had toes. I wasn't happy when they replaced my legs. I couldn't feel the grass anymore." She babbles softly and he just coos.

"I'm certain we can fix that for you sweet spark. Lets go find you something to fix." He puts a hand on her lower back and guides her before she stops by the door.

"Wait I'm not suppose to leave the Magos and my caretakers." She said looking guilty and he just cooed.

"You'll meet up with them later I have to talk with them for a bit and it will be quite boring... let me make sure you'll have plenty to do." He purred as he led her out of the room. Oh yes he would be a much better partner than some dirty old Magos. 💗

#tw: yandere #adeptus mechanicus #Crimson Guard #Techpriest #Techpriestess

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iliterallyloveluffy · 11 months

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also why tf are ppl getting so whiney and pressed ab the one piece live action

if you dont like it... dont watch it !!! mind blowing idea i know i know

and the comments ab how it should be in japanese like if you want japanese... go watch the anime... ???????? LMFAOAOOA

i just personally think people who complain about the live action are mad bored with their life and if they wanna complain so much should do it themselves with an 18 million dollar budget

and yes ik one piece is very special and should be perceived in a respectful manner bc its sacred as one of the best anime of all time yeah yeah but i trust oda and all of his work, and if thats what oda wants, so be it !!

this is all personal opinion dont get too mad if i said something u didnt like silly gooses

#one piece #eiichiro oda #one piece live action #live action #inaki godoy #mackenyu #emily rudd #jacob romero gibson #taz skylar #also isnt it gonna be dubbed in japanese #i might be making that up but

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breezeinmonochromenight · 10 months

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What does it that makes silent hill is silent hill? I haven't personally played it but as much as I know there's many game inspired by it but still not get the point straight?

As for all I know it has:

1) manifestation of fear and/or guilt as monsters attacking them;

2) the universe its in has layers (real world, underworld, and something between?);

3) the foggy / dark surroundings that started off as engine limitation as first game was made was actually works so well as environmental horror (all the blood and rust is part of the history of said town)

Also does it matter if the horror changed the protag into monster too? Thanks 👍🏽

To preface this: The games in the series after Silent Hill 1-4 were made when Konami started to shit the bed, and were not made by Team Silent (who were ultimately disbanded). Konami let almost any western developer crank out a Silent Hill game for them after SH4. These games don’t fit in to the narrative because the devs just did whatever the fuck they wanted with it.

That being said, the backstory is super vague, but the Team Silent entries actually do get the point straight — it just depends on how much you wanna look for it in game lol.

Essentially the connecting thread that lets Silent Hill 1-4 exist in the same universe is the history of the town itself. To keep a long story short, the town exists on sacred ground that some sort of spirit/deity inhabited. The entity was considered benevolent, but slowly became corrupted over time due to the bad things that kept happening as more people came to reside in the area/cults were formed/etc. This kind of boils over when a cult member burns her daughter alive in an attempt to birth her cult’s god from pain and suffering. The corruption allows the town to more or less “call” people to it, and even begins to spread to nearby towns as well.

To address your points:

The monsters are not all fear and guilt. It depends on the person. Harry Mason (SH1 protag) literally didn’t do anything wrong, just pursues his adopted daughter Cheryl into the town. But because his daughter is part of Alessa’s soul, Harry ends up facing off against monsters shaped by Alessa’s fears and memories, not his own. Heather/Cheryl Mason (SH3 protag) is a reborn version of Alessa as well, so she shares a lot of Alessa’s monsters. However, Heather is also her own person with her own life experiences apart from Alessa, so a lot of her monsters represent her own fears — hence the very phallic appearance of a lot of them, the insane cancers, etc. James Sunderland (SH2 protag) has nothing to do with the cult, but he and his wife vacationed in Silent Hill and she adored the town. The town beckons him after her death using her, and his monsters reflect everything from her illness to his repressed sexuality. The only exception is pyramid head. He acts as James’ reflection to punish him for his actions, but resembles a portrait of a town executioner found in the historical society that seemed to weird James out. Similarly, Henry Townshend (SH4 protag) isn’t involved in the cult, and also hadn’t done anything wrong. But Walter Sullivan is tied to the cult and trying to kill Henry and the Otherworld/town’s power is slowly seeping into other, nearby places. So the monsters are symbolic to Walter, not Henry.

There’s layers and a dimensional shift of sorts occurring between versions of the town. You have the regular town, the Fog World where subconscious parts of the mind can manifest acting as the sort of ‘purgatory/transition state’ between the Normal town and the Otherworld, the (often, but not always) rusty and bloody Otherworld, and Nowhere, which is a unique part of the Otherworld that pertains to Alessa in particular.

Yes, the fog was originally used to combat the hardware limitations of the time and became iconic. But the blood and rust isn’t exactly a part of the history of the town or anything and may not be the universal experience. Other characters might see something totally different based off of their own issues/mental state/etc. Angela’s Otherworld, for example, is more fleshy, blatantly (and uncomfortably) sexual, and on fire from the little we get to see of it because of what she did and what she went through. Laura, on the other hand, can move through the town easily and doesn’t see anything bad because she’s a little kid who, at worst, might be overwhelmingly lonely and have that influencing what she experiences. Meanwhile, Heather sees things that are fiery and fleshy/sometimes even womb-like, James sees things that are fleshy and kind of rusty and rotted, and Henry frequently sees things like giant umbilical cords when he uses a portal to leave his apartment.

Ultimately, the experience a character has depends on who they are, what they’ve done, and/or what their connection to the area is.

There’s a lot more to it than this response covers tbh, but I hope this at least gives you a better idea of what’s going on lol.

#anonymous #if that is your real name #silent hill

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e-the-village-cryptid · 8 months

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Velcinta Playlist

A playlist carefully crafted in chronological order of their relationship from beginning to end, with the help of @chipthekeeper

Tracklist, event/time each song was chosen to describe, and lyrics excerpt for each song under the cut!

1. Even Robots Need Blankets by Mayday Parade— the beginning of their relationship

Singing "Oh, love get me out of the cold" Pull me right up by the fire and I'll show you what home means now The words came with a new kind of sadness They meant everything, you mean everything to me I'll take the first train out of this town With a glare in my eye and my pockets full, ready to die And when I get hazy I will think just maybe you're out there somewhere Singing "Oh, love get me out of the cold" If I'd promise that I take you there with me Would you go

2. Lullaby by The Chicks— snuggling on Aldhani while prepping for the mission

I slip in bed when you're asleep To hold you close and feel your breath on me Tomorrow there'll be so much to do So tonight I'll drift in a dream with you How long do you wanna be loved? (Wanna be loved) Is forever enough, is forever enough? How long do you wanna be loved? (Wanna be loved) Is forever enough 'Cause I'm never, never giving you up

3. Bulletproof Heart by My Chemical Romance— the Aldhani heist

Gravity don't mean too much to me, I'm who I've got to be These pigs are after me, after you Run away like it was yesterday and we could run away If we could run away, run away from here I got a bulletproof heart, you got a hollow-point smile Me and your runaway scars Got a photographed dream on the getaway mile Let's blow a hole in this town And do our talking with a laser beam Gunnin' out of this place in a bullet's embrace Then we'll do it again

4. Nevertheless I'm in Love With You by The Mills Brothers— Vel feeling like Cinta is slipping away

Somehow I know at a glance The terrible chances I'm taking Fine at the start, then left with a heart that is breaking Oh maybe I'll live a life of regret And maybe I'll give much more than I'll get But nevertheless, I'm in love with you

5. Chasing Twisters by Delta Rae— Separated after Aldhani

I was born with lightning in my heels Set a spur onto my ankle Bit a horse under the steel And I lost hope when I was still so young Had an angel on my shoulder But the devil always won And oh, I lost it all when I got hurt And I can feel you even now Breaking horses in the sky I can taste you in my rage And in the sweat upon my brow And I went home Chasing twisters in the canyon My cathedral is the badlands Dust and devils on my conscience Come back to me, darling So kiss me now This whiskey on my breath Feel the lives that I have taken What little soul that I have left And oh, my God I'll take you to the grave The only love I've ever known The only soul I ever saved

6. Mirror to the Sky by Yes— The "I'm a mirror, Vel" conversation on Ferrix and subsequent separation

You're my mirror to the sky You're my mirror to the sky Still I dream of a sky without fire Still I dream of a sky without fire falling Still I dream of a sky without fire What the shadow minds behind the third eye Spies in vain define The essence they fail to possess and so resist all They cannot control Their forces then despise the very Soul And Its inseparable ties To the limitless sacred skies

7. Start a Riot by BANNERS— the Ferrix Riot; specifically, that one shot of Vel running into the smoke after Cinta

I will wade through the fire and smoke like sunlight through the haze I will fight till the flag waves white until my dying days Through the bombs and blasts We will take it back If your world falls apart I'd start a riot If night falls in your heart I'd light the fire In the dark, when you sound the alarm We'll find each other's arms For your love, all you are I'd start a riot

8. Like it's the End by Malinda— Vel pleading with Cinta in the aftermath of the Ferrix Riot to just pause and spend time together although the world feels like it's falling down Where we were going, it's gone now What time we had left, well it's done Whatever we learned is wrong now Why did we think we could run? So why don't we shut all the doors now? Smoke seeping in through the walls I'll lie on the floor at your feet now Kiss me open Let me fall Let you Love me Love me, oh Love me like it's the end It's the end, so Love me Love me Love me like it's the end

9. Snuff by Slipknot— Cinta pushing Vel away for the last time in the name of the Rebellion

So, if you love me, let me go And run away before I know My heart is just too dark to care I can't destroy what isn't there Deliver me into my fate If I'm alone I cannot hate I don't deserve to have you Ooh, my smile was taken long ago If I can change I hope I never know I still press your letters to my lips And cherish them in parts of me that savor every kiss I couldn't face a life without your light (without your light) But all of that was ripped apart when you refused to fight So, save your breath, I will not hear I think I made it very clear You couldn't hate enough to love Is that supposed to be enough?

10. Sorry by Kensington— Vel's perspective after the breakup, feeling regret over her belief that she never could be committed enough for Cinta, and maybe Cinta was right to leave and it's better that way

Sorry for the oath that I won't take For the vows that I will break For the role that I won't play Sorry that I'm raising up my walls And whenever you reached over You are thrown back to the start You will forget And I won't remember it When all I ever did was race in circles You will forget And all there's left will be A faded memory A dream you woke up from

#andor #velcinta #cinta kaz #vel sartha #dailyvelcinta #an e original

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