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saiyanwitcher · 10 months ago

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I have been waiting for part one to be finished, because when I first started eyeing Prince of Death, it was close to being done. And oh my it hit just right. I devoured the whole thing.

I love it, my honor. It is the perfect combination of high-stakes plot, romance, main characters being a self-sacrificing dumbasses (always peak literature) and everything i was looking for. So from all those ingredients, you have created the perfect meal and I have been fed and watered and everything is great.

The whole thing just flows so nicely. You have a very clear, lovely writing voice.

I think I understood everything I needed to with ample additional mystery to be uncovered, but I never felt like I had no idea what was happening even though I had no prior knowledge of the universe. And this is indeed a feat, because honestly sometimes I read whole published books and I’m like, "Wait, what? WTF is happening?"

Another thing that is so hard to master, which you just got down here, is the pacing. It never stalls, but there are enough quiet moments for me to breathe and get to know the characters. And for Max and Charles to fall in high-stakes, low self-esteem love, which is just chef’s kiss.

Talking about Max and Charles, they are so dear to me in this fic. I live for the protective boyfriend trope and this is all set up for greatness in that regard. Kicking my feet, jumping in joy. I’m just overall a happy reader when it comes to this fic.

Also, I need to make a shout-out to all the effort you have put in outside of just writing the fic. All the pictures and posts and playlists. It adds a lot and I know that it must take effort and time; it is appreciated.

To conclude this rambly too long ask: thank you for writing this and sharing it with us. You are a gift and a treasure.

I may come here with some more superlatives later. I hope thats alright 😅

Hello there!

I always forget that people wait until fics are finished to start reading. I'm so impatient, I generally just jump right in and then get stuck on a cliffhanger and want to kms. I respect the self-control I definitely do not have!

So happy that you enjoyed part 1 ❤️ As I stated in my authors note at the start of the work, this is literally the first thing I've ever tried to write and I almost trashed the whole thing at least a dozen times through the learning process. I'm also pleased to hear that it isn't confusing or like boring to read (things I've been very worried about).

Pacing is something I wasn't quite sure if I got right either, so I appreciate the feedback! I love slow burn as much as the next person, but I also want to be engaged with a work and not get too bored with slice-of-life type stuff. I'm also a huge fan of "okay, we're together now, but the universe isn't going to let us be together," which is the definition of this entire fic. 🫣

If the angst doesn't make my chest doesn't ache every few chapters, I don't want it your honor lol

Max will continue to struggle with many different issues (as he should) in part 2, and Charles will have to learn what his triggers are and how to handle someone with such a traumatic past. He will be over protective and do some things that Charles/the reader might be confused by, but the poor guy has been through some shit, and he needs some time. I'm really looking forward to exploring that dynamic if I'm honest. I've read a lot of fic where it's either, all the trauma and no recovery or trauma happened off camera and it's all focused on recovery. Attempting to have both feels like a big ask, but I'm certainly going to try!

Making an edit for the start of each chapter was a fun idea I had starting on chapter 2, and then quickly got out of control by the time I was on chapter 20 😅 but I really like visual aids, and I will probably continue to make them for part 2 as well.

Come back any time as my ask box and DMs are always open! There's a lot of clues and subtle things in the finer details that may not have seemed important in the early chapters, but on second or third inspection, have HUGE implications on the later plot for this story.

#prince of death #wip #lestappen fic #max verstappen #charles leclerc #anon ask

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astronomic727 · 1 year ago

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Welcome to my art account!

I'm Astro, I'm primarily a digital artist but I also do traditional sketches now and then too! A bit about me I'm from Ireland and currently 22! I was an Instagram artist for the longest time but am no longer happy with where the site's going, so... here I am! I'm also on Youtube which is where my most ambitious projects take place lol I do play video games in my past time, more on that in the next paragraph :) I LOOOVE space stuff, which of course is the inspiration for my name and sona, which also trickles into my other interests. I am also getting into music production! So, what to expect from this account? A lot of my artwork is fan art based on the video games that I enjoy. Primarily Kirby, Terraria, Pokémon are the main 3 to expect but there may be the occasional Mario post or whatnot lol My OCs! I also have my own OCs that I also post about a lot! The main trio of characters are Via, her little sister Kayleigh, and her best friend Orion. The posts about my OCs are just slice of life kinda stuff, but I also randomly insert them into other media or memes now and then xD One of such (the most prominent) is in one of my art projects! What are these art projects? First off is Project Dream! My Kirby art project, a fan made story that takes place after the events of Kirby Star Allies, my favourite Kirby game! Each of the illustrations are primarily dedicated to each of the Dream Friends. Each installment also gets an accompanying timelapse/speedpaint video over on my Youtube, which is where most of the story is explained and visualised. There is a main antagonist of the story, and the Project has been going for almost 5 years now. It is in it's later stages, but how will the story end? Stay tuned to find out ;) The other one is Terraria Legends! Terraria Legends follows the tale of two heroes as they progress throughout the land of Terraria and facing the many bosses and events the game has to offer. These two heroes however are Via and Orion! The Terraria versions of Via and Orion are different to their original counterparts however. Terraria Legends isn't as old as Project Dream, but our heroes currently are almost at the end of Pre-Hardmode! Where else can I be found? Youtube, Ko-Fi, Cara, Terraria Forums Or alternatively, all my links can be found through my Carrd! Anything else? So, my ask box is open atm, but I'm still learning how this all works so I may close this at any point. In terms of rules, don't say/ask anything super weird/nsfw. I personally don't mind any light jokes in this vain, just keep it relatively clean lmao. Any questions about my characters and their stories are all good! In terms of Project Dream or Terraria Legends, I like seeing speculation, but please don't just ask what will happen in the next episode or stuff like that, I don't wanna just spoil things for people y'know? ^^; Oh, and fan art of my OCs or my projects is very welcome, I'd be delighted to see that so feel free to @ me for that! :D Just be sure to respect any existing relationships with the characters, like don't ship two characters who definitely should not be lol DM's aren't really open, sorry about that. Only people I'm familiar with I'm ok with DMing. It usually takes me a good while to get comfortable with new people. Main Navigation Tags (#Astro Art) (#Astro Sketches) (#Project Dream) (#Terraria Legends) (#Astro OCs) (Each post with my OCs will be tagged with their name) I'll edit this whenever I have anything to change/add, but that's about everything for now! Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy your stay here! :D

#pinned intro #introduction

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p3rry-pi3 · 5 months ago

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Pin post!!!!

Updated: 6/14/2025 :3

🦷 I hate to be that person but please reblog my art. I’m a little tired of low effort posts getting more attention than the stuff I take time on. /nm :P

New one because yeah

Yk the drill, don’t skip DNI

You get a gold star if you read to the end :3

Info under cut

★ Main Info!

(Main info)

★ My name is Perry! It’s short for Peregrine!!

★ I draw Mabel…Like. A lot. So I guess this is a Mabel-centric blog. I also doodle Bill a lot, but not nearly as much.

★ I block, you block, we all block! Blocking is easier for me (meaning I won't hesitate a lot ot the times) and I don’t do ‘mutuals’…I’m a minor and I don’t know you. I’ll chat with you in some ask box or under reblogs, whatever, I am not opening DMs for any reason 🙏

★ The emojis I pick don’t have meaning unless it’s a watermelon.

★ My pronouns are He/Him, Ve/Ver, Rot/Rots

★ Mostly reblogging shit and doing fanart

★ FREE PALESTINE!

★ sometimes I spam post to catch up with some stuff so feel free to mute notifications from me or something

★ If you couldn’t tell, I cuss

★ Minor (13+)

★ I recommend younger minors (12 and under) stay away, sometimes I make suggestive jokes but I don’t post NSFW.

★ Sometimes I draw FAKE gore. Am I good at it? No. I’m not in any way accurate and neither do I draw it a lot :p (can you tell I don’t look at references? 😔)

★ I will no longer answer my ask box if you’re looking for donations! I hate to say this and I’m not gonna bullshit around, I’m finding it hard to get to you all, and as happy as I am to give you the attention you need I can’t adequately support that thanks to not having frequent interaction on any platforms I own! I will still get to you if and when I get to but chances are, you’ll be swept unnoticed in my inbox! I recommend you continuously comment under my posts and advise you to COMMENT ON MY MOST POPULAR POSTS. COMMENT YOUR CAMPAIGN, REBLOG IT, DO WHATEVER. I cannot guarantee you getting interaction from that but it is quite literally better than nothing. Please interact with bigger blogs and keep posting EVERYWHERE.

★ I’m a pseudo miscellaneous arts and humanities buff. I’m not an expert and I don’t think you should trust claims on the internet anyways without seeing sources or doing more research, but sometimes I’ll talk about the fields I like. You are completely welcome to give feedback or correct me, just be nice.

★ No sense of tagging system!!! Please, be mindful that I’m trying but I’ll forget to properly tag posts! Just lmk what to change or tag, and I’ll gladly change it!!!

★ Artist against AI “art”!!!!

> Extra info

> I’m a scorpio :3

> Half Samoan!^^

> critical thinking is a disease I did not catch. Sorry if I sound slow or if I get stuff wrong, I have basic level of comprehension and despite all odds it remains that way. I am trying every day! ^^

> My personality is malleable to my favorite characters and pfp or aesthetics.

> Fluent English speaker, learning but-not-so-fluent in Spanish + German, trying to learn Samoan.

> I have some strong opinions on Billford but I’m not judging the ship as a whole. I recognize ships are complicated and I personally ship it cause I think it’s funny as a multishipper but if you fetishize their dynamic as a toxic relationship I’m a little weirded out by you but it’s not like I’ll forbid you from interacting. I might say mean things towards Billford as a ship but its shippers will hold a special place in my own interest and it’s because I’d rather it be Billford than Billd*pper. I might go against these rules myself cause the art is cool but the general characterization of Stanford is important and I won’t just casually follow you. You WILL be blocked if I’m uneasy with you, so interact with caution.

> “but how can you ship shadowvanilla but be against billford” oh wow maybe because they got even. Bill outdid Ford tenfold and we know this because Ford couldn’t do anything to keep him at bay no matter what he did and in the end, it was Dipper and Mabel who got Bill cornered and STAN to save the town once and for all. Ford didn’t have much of a chance to begin with and people forget, despite having been this 🤏 close to defeating him, he didn’t. And ultimately would’ve killed himself and others had he attempted to do this alone like he originally planned because THAT IS A GOD VERSUS A LITERAL HUMAN BEING. PV and SMC are equals all around despite SMC having an upper hand in the beginning, and while SMC did things that were genuinely wrong from the start, PVC did become equal one way or another and eventually made it even between each other and then some (in ways I don’t want to expand in a small section of my pinned cause I’d yap the entire post). Ford would never have that chance in a million years. Not even for a sliver, as proven in the show and the 3rd published journal we can read irl.

> I love civil debates and just talks about fandom discourse that isn’t like full on fights. I don’t like arguing but man I love challenging the brain.

> pseudo philosopher (I recently picked up writing, that’s my way of saying I have an AO3 account LOL)

> I’m into Arts + Humanities, occasional dabbler in STEM, Archeology, Paleontology, Mythology enjoyer (no not just Greek), and pseudo Medieval to 1950’s History enjoyer. I am NOT a certified expert, ALWAYS correct me. Pleaseeeeee fact check everything anyone says.

> Multifandom + Multishipper. (Proshippers stay OUT)

> Nerd + Geek �� American ‘Politics’ know-it-all. (I just like human rights and talking about them)

> Dipper and Stan kinnie <3

> DMs will always be closed but please interact with caution if you try to DM anyway.

> morbidly interested in anything that has to do with mankind. Aspiring psychologist and character design artist.

> W33d apologist, but pls don’t take it if you know your limits and if you’re actively recovering from a w33d addiction, you are loved and despite me defending w33d and its cultural significance your experience and trauma is real and valid :]

> I live in your walls /j /nsrs

> if you couldn’t tell, I’m a chronic tone tag user. I’m not sorry it’s just super easy and a great guide for me personally

> Fav color pink :P

> Dandelion enthusiast. Beginner Botanist.

> Mabel Pines, Stanford Pines, and (kind of) Pacifica Northwest apologist.

> Gwen Stacy ATSV apologist

> I have bad anxiety so sometimes I may not answer out of fear.

> Punk and grunge in training!

> Analog horror, ARG, and indie game enthusiast.

> Paranormal enthusiast.

> Certified yapper and overthinker.

𖦹 ᄂIПKƧ ƬΉΛƬ I ƬΉIПK ΛЯΣ IMPӨЯƬΛПƬ

𖦹 alt account where I yap

𖦹 Shitty ass comic account where I post about my shitty ass comic

𖦹 PALESTINIAN JOURNALIST (may be outdated, start here)

𖦹 How YOU can help PALESTINE

𖦹 Share ur luv <3

𖦹 BOYCOTTING (may be outdated)

DNI - Do Not Interact

Proshitters (of all variants)

Anti-mogai, anti-microlabel, or anti-xenogenders, anti-neopronouns, transmedicalists

Basic criteria (racism, n4zis, transphobia, etc)

Z00philes!

Anti-furries

Pr0-Isra3l, zi0nists

Vizip0p supporters. I don’t mind Hulleva Boss or Hazbin Hotel fans but please don’t glorify or overlook all the Vizip0p talk.

I’m a minor!!! I do not consent to interaction from 18+ blogs!

I just learned about the logistics of both stans dating Fiddleford AT THE SAME TIME and how that would be like, I would appreciate it if you did not interact…Like in theory that’s cute and all but if you’re extremely serious about it pls get out. It seems innocent at first but there's ppl who ship the stans too so...Pls DNI (And also having a polycule between siblings and some other guy doesn't make the incest factor better, incest is incest and you're creepy)

𝔽𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕞𝕤 𝕀’𝕞 𝕚𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤!

Pink (🌷) = really recent fandom I am still participating in

Blue (🪼) = not actively in the fandom but would 100% revisit

🐾🌷🌈💫🌸☁️🪐🩰🧸🎀📚

🌷 - Gravity falls; The Book of Bill & the show - DNI stanc3st, pinec3st. Neutral to Billford, I just don’t rlly like it as much as I do other ships. Not crazy about it. ALSO DNI IF YOU SHIP BILL AND DIPPER, BILL AND MABEL, OR DIPPER + ANY OF THE TEENAGE CHARACTERS. Just…No. ew.

🪼 - TF2; DNI if u ship spy n scout 🙁 also dni if you infantilize Scout or Pyro. Pyro I guess can be read as a little childish but they have been proven to canonically have the capacity to sit down and do taxes so…

🌷- Cookie Run Kingdom; DNI incest shippers + shadowvanilla haters, any spoilers towards white lily cookie’s arc, eternalholly shippers are fine I don’t ship them personally.

🌷 - COD; BO6, BOCW, MW2

🪼 - Minecraft; MCSM, Minecraft Dungeons, the original game too

🪼 - Sally face; DNI Sally and Larry shippers.

🪼 - Fran Bow

🪼 - Undertale; both the OG and AUs - DNI Papyrus and Sans shippers (yes, it does count if they’re from different universes)

🪼 - ATSV & ITSV - DNI Gwen antagonizers, and no I’m not debating Hobie’s age with you.

🪼 - Bugsnax

🪼 - Venom; some of the comics and the movies, not the games

🪼 - Death Note; No I won’t hear you out on who is the most problematic, thats what creative liberty is for. I read fix-it fics for a reason, you can too

🪼 - My Singing Monsters

🦷🦷🦷

Did you read it all? Did you make it?

Alright. You know how this goes. You get a star

On the house -> ⭐️

#pin post <3 #pin post

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mezz-merizing · 2 years ago

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hi everyone, i'm mezz!

so!! now that we're about a week into you all deciding that my aimless rambles about hypno things i like are worth a follow, i figure it's probably about time for a belated introduction, and also a pinned post!

i'm Mezzmer, and you can call me Mezz! i'm sure you've caught the general drift by now: i'm an extremely hypnokinky nineteen-year-old enby with a passion for long-winded infodumping about things that interest me, and this blog is my new and shiny place to do that about something that interests me a lot- the infinite art form of hypnosis!

we have to do all the things a pinned post does, so let's get that out of the way! all that below the cut :3

so! first things first, who don't we want around here? to put it concisely, please don't interact with me iiiif:

you're generally cringe (bigot, terf, nazi, et cetera. you know you're not wanted here, don't make me waste my time blocking you)

you're under the age of 18, for my safety as much as yours

you're a completely blank blog (it's nothing personal! i'm just gonna assume you're a bot if you've got absolutely nothing on your blog- as long as you've got something in your name, or a pfp, a description, whatever, you're cool with me! i don't care if you don't post, i was a lurker too, last week xP)

and that's it!! i'm pretty lenient with all this stuff- don't be Literally The Worst, and don't cross my boundaries, and we're chill :3

some personal stuff i think you should know: i'm canadian, i'm not a man but i prefer masculine pet names (good boy, pretty boy, etc), i'm autistic, and i will not tell you what's between my legs! i've got a decent amount of experience with hypnosis but i'm always learning and always exploring, and i'm almost always on the subby side. almost.

generally i appreciate hypnotism for the actual hypnosis involved- triggers and suggestions are good and fun, but expect to see a lotttt more from me about inductions, about the experience of trance, that kind of thing! i'm also a firm believer in the inherent eroticism of trance, and i don't often find myself needy for actual sex to spice it up, so don't come expecting a ton of that either

my dms and my askbox are always open to cool people!! if you don't want to literally kill me, i probably want to talk to you!! please come and say hello, i promise it'll be nothing but a good time for me <3

and with all that out of the way, all that's left is my special little tags! there aren't a lot right now, but i'll edit this to add more as i need them

taglist:

#not hypno - believe it or not, i think about other things sometimes! if you'd rather keep your mezz-merizing experience as pure as possible, or if you're seeking out my opinions on stuff that isn't, um, hypno, this is for you >:3

#mezz personals - sometimes i talk about myself on purpose! and sometimes the things that i post reveal interesting things about me! when i think that's happened, i'll tag it with this, and you can peruse it to get a better feel for the boything behind the pretty words

#the box with asks in it - posts where i answer asks sent to me!! :3 i always love getting asks and i do my best to answer all of them, so don't be shy! all asks are answered publicly unless you specifically request otherwise

#🖤🦋🖤 - unfortunately i have been through a significant amount of trauma, and sometimes i process that trauma through kink. this tends to get dark quickly! if that's something that's not for you, well, that's why this tag exists

#serious shit - exactly what it sounds like! if this tag is on a post i'm not fucking around. there is no character and there is no horny stuff. i mean to use this as little as possible, so! let's see how low we can keep that count

that's all! thank you for reading! i'll be back to rambling before you know it <3

#mezz personals

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tortillasconsal · 2 years ago

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I haven't made one of these so I thought why not while I'm getting more followers

About Myself...

My name is SindiNero, but I also go by Tortillasconsal. You people can call me Sindi or Tortilla.

I'm a 20 y/o Mexican, I am a nonbinary aromantic lesbian and I use they/them pronouns!

English isn't my first language despite being the main language of this account, so I apologize for any mistakes I make.

Currently I am very invested in creepypasta since I'm coming back to the fandom after like 5-6 years I think(? I'm writing my own AU but I doubt it'll be something big, right now I'm just making headcanons and some world building maybe. I also focus a lot on the Slenderbros bc they are very gender.

I do have a couple of crp OCs (and more outside the fandom), but I rather share them later on when I'm more comfortable with my audience.

My ask-box is always open if anyone wants to chat or ask for stuff, but if you want to DM me please ask there first. I get really confused with random messages from people I don't know.

Also, I talk a lot. So prepare to have a bunch of ridiculously long posts filled with excessive context and nonsense descriptions in random order because I can't talk normally.

I do both writing and art requests. You are free to ask for anything, but here is some stuff to follow:

You can ask for anything as long as it's appropriate and creepypasta related, asking for my original stuff outside of the crp fandom is ok too.

The style I do with art requests may vary depending on my time, the request and how much I'm familiarized with the character, but I usually try to do a simple doodle for time's sake.

I will do gory art, but don't expect much. I'm just not that experienced in that.

If you give me a list of characters to draw/write about I'll only pick one or two. Except if you're asking for the characters doing stuff together obviously.

The only OCs I'll draw and write for will be my friends'. If you come here asking for headcanons or art of your OC and idk you, I'll ignore you.

I take a shit ton of time on doing the requests, so please be patient with me, I'm lazy 😩

There will be a bunch of characters that I won't write about at first as I'm still learning about them, but eventually I'll do more.

Shitposting is always welcome.

Themes I don't write or do art about:

Ships or romance.

Smutt or Fluff.

Anything NSFW or suggestive.

I don't do fanfic or oneshots. I just don't have the mental capacity to focus on a story 💀 please just ask about headcanons or something else instead.

Characters I won't write or do art for:

Lazary and Lulu, or any other Chibi-Works character.

Dr. Smiley.

Timelapse.

Pokepasta, gamingpasta (with the exception of B.E.N.) and MLP creepypastas.

Offenderman. But he's a special case. He's canon in my AU as the original version, I won't take prompts or requests for him and I won't write/draw much about him, the most I'll do is answer questions and do lore-bits when necessary. If enough people ask me to write my headcanons on a certain topic where I don't see any harm, I'll do it.

I also love Art Trades. Check out mi bio to see if they're open!

Other interests/likes of mine:

D&D

Fashion

Character Design

Glass Animals, Will Wood, Grandson, Cosmo Sheldrake, IDK HOW, Saint Motel, Tally Hall, Scene Queen, Miranda!, Cuarteto de Nos, Vete a la Versh, Molotov, Cartel de Santa.

My DNI List:

The basic (homophobes, transphobes, ableists, racists, etc...)

Anti-feminists, masculinists and people who don't support feminism.

People who support SnuffBomb, La Mishi Mish, Sanityisforlosers, GravezGrind and/or xXAmLuvsXx.

Comshitters/Proshitters/Anti-Antis and their supporters.

Coffin of Andy and LeyLey and other similar media

People who think fiction doesn't affect reality and say "they're just pixels" like stfu.

My socials!!!

Instagram📷 tortillasconsal0

Twitter🐦 SindiNero69

Pinterest🖼️ SindiNero69 (in case you're interested in seeing my OCs' or Creepypasta MoodBoards)

Swag people you should follow

@the-catcake @schrodingers-seraph @realmysticalsorcery @ivydarkrose @dadumtss @ask-jeff-creepypasta @laliloon

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monsterenergysimp · 5 years ago

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Permanence

corpse husband x fem!reader

summary: you meet corpse on a stream and you’re surprised when he reaches out to you

warnings: cursing, mentions of tattooing

word count: 1.9k

notes: This is proof read but could have missed some stuff. This is my first corpse fic and my first time writing fanfic since I posted that super cringey book on wattpad when I was like 12 or something. I’d appreciate feed back so please reach out to me :)

main blog @itsmysleepover

read part 2 here!

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

You were cleaning up your station so you can get home and stream. You loved your day job as a tattoo artist but you also really enjoyed streaming. It started as a way to promote yourself as an artist and the shop you worked at but it eventually became a really fun way to destress at the end of the week (or day if you were really itching to stream). “Hey Y/N was that your last client?” your boss, KC, asked as she walked to the front of the shop and put new flash drawings on the walls.

“Yes ma’am!” You said back excitedly. You finished cleaning your station and tossed your black gloves in the trash. “And you can’t trick me into staying and taking walk-ins,” you joked with her. She rolled her eyes and walked back into her office “It was one time,” she said as you slid on your jacket. As you walked out your phone buzzed in your pocket and you checked to see who had texted you. It was a message from Sean asking if you were free to play Among Us with him and some other streamers. You replied that you were on your way home right now and totally down. You were excited to see who was playing this time around since their Among Us streams are super entertaining and have gotten really popular.

On your way back you tweeted and posted to your Instagram story that you’d be streaming soon and set up all your stuff once you made it home. After a few minutes, you had a couple of thousand people watching. You entered the discord chat and Sean spoke up. “Everyone this is Y/N she’s sensitive so be gentle.”

“It’s nice to finally meet you guys and I’m not gentle, I'm ruthless,” You say into your mic and notice the chat calling you a liar. Everyone was in the lobby waiting for the game to start. “You sound way too sweet to be ruthless,” Corpse said. The countdown started and you were imposter with Charlie.

“This should be fun,” you told the stream. Yout tried playing strategically but after such a long shift your brain was mush. You saw Poki in nav and killed her then vented into shields. Not long after the body was reported and you were sure you were going to get voted out or at least sussed.

“Where was the body?” Felix asked. “Nav and I didn’t see anyone near there so whoever is imposter must have vented,” Corpse responded. Felix spoke up again. “I think I saw Y/N walk that way and I haven’t seen her since.”

Shit, shit, shit shit. “I’m in shield right now so-” you said trying to defend yourself but Charlie spoke up. “I was doing tasks with her earlier and I saw her walk into shields so she’s safe but I’m still not sure about Rae.” Everyone discussed a bit more and some people, including Corpse, voted for you but Rae got the majority vote and was ejected. You released your breath and kept playing being extra careful.

“Okay, guys that was super close. Corpse knows and is out to get me,” you said to the chat. You were eventually voted off but one round later victory was written across your screen with your ghost and Charlie’s avatar. “Good game guys,” Corpse said.

“I told you guys I was ruthless!”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

You sat at your station doing nothing because a client had canceled a four-hour session. You were listening to music and sketching some stuff but you were bored out of your mind and you didn’t want to leave in case you got a walk-in. The music got quiet as you received a twitter notification saying someone had messaged you. You reached for your phone and saw you had gotten a dm from Corpse.

C: hey :)

You didn’t know what to respond. You were mostly confused as to why he decided to message you out of the blue. Did he want something? But what would he want?

Y: Hii! This is sudden

C: was i bothering you?

shit sorry!

Y: Youre fine I wasn’t doing anything rn

C: how has your day been

i dont usually do stuff like this

Y: Im glad you did im doing better now I was so bored

C: what were you doing that was so terrible

Y: NOTHING! thats the problem :(

C: im sure youll find something to do

You stared at his message. Unsure what to respond.

Y: Im gonna give myself a tattoo

C: what?

NO!

You tossed the needles you used for your tattoo into the sharps box. “Oh my god you didn’t,” KC said. She noticed the wrap on your calve from the tattoo you just gave yourself out of boredom. “It’s not my fault I didn’t have anything else to do!” You said trying to defend yourself. She sighed and just shook her head. “Just go home business is slow today.” It was raining so the shop probably wasn’t going to get a walk-in anyway and you didn’t have any more clients for the day. It was only 2 pm but you drove home and after making lunch for yourself decided to stream. You weren’t expecting too many people so it was bound to be super chill. Your leg felt sore reminding you of the tattoo. You snapped a quick pic of the fresh jack-o-lantern on the side of your calve and messaged it to Corpse.

Y: [image] it came out nice!

C: thats super cool actually

i was concerned why you would just give yourself a tattoo but i found your instagram and youre super talented

Y: Thank you!

For some reason, it felt strange to just have that be the end of your response.

Y: Im about to start streaming if you wanted to watch

[link]

C: ill be watching ;)

What’s that supposed to mean?

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

You sat in your apartment watching tv, hand lost in a bag of Doritos, and scrolling through twitter. You had stopped paying attention to the anime playing on the screen since you’ve watched it a hundred times and knew you wouldn’t miss anything. It was Saturday and you usually take those days off. Take the time to do chores or meet up with some friends but today you felt like not doing any of those things. As you continue your endless scroll (not helping the twitter addiction you told yourself you’d try to get a handle on) you got a message from Corpse.

C: wanna talk?

You looked down at the message unsure of how to answer. It was a simple yes or no and the obvious answer was yes. You and Corpse had started talking more regularly. You still didn’t have each other’s phone numbers but it was fine. Your conversations weren’t too big-- just you sending him memes, tiktoks, and telling him how much you liked the songs he would drop. Or him complimenting a tattoo you did. Sometimes he’d message you during streams telling you funny stuff his fans would say in the chat and you’d do the same. You learned a bit about each other but nothing too deep or serious. Like how you two lived a few cities away and you both really liked Donnie Darko. When Sean first invited you to that game out of everyone else there you were most excited to meet Corpse. He’s just so sweet and funny. Of course, you’d love to talk to him but you were also itching to talk to him and the last thing you’d ever want to do was make him uncomfortable.

Y: Yeah id love to talk

Here goes nothing.

Y: Wanna facetime or something?

No pressure or anything it could even be a regular call

I think facetime is just my default lol

You sent those last two messages quickly after you had sent the first. You wished you could know what he was thinking. It was killing you to think you had turned him off from talking to you completely. You put your phone down on the couch and went to wash your hand of Dorito dust. When you got back from the kitchen you turned off the tv and tossed yourself onto the couch.

Still no message.

Why am I so fucking stupid?

Just as you were standing up to stretch from sitting on the couch all day your phone buzzed. You reached for it fast and looked to see that it was him. You became super excited still not even knowing what the message said. It could have told you to never talk to him again for all you knew.

C: sure lets facetime

xxx-xxx-xxxx

You had his phone number. You added him to your small but growing contact list and called. You sat on your couch waiting for a response when he finally picked up the screen was black. It didn’t upset you; you kind of expected it and didn’t care what he had to do to make himself more comfortable during this call.

“Hey,” he said. His voice was raspier than usual.

“Did you just wake up?” You asked and looked at the time. It was about a little past noon and you had only eaten Doritos all day. Shit, you should probably make a decent meal.

“Not that long ago but yeah,” he responded and giggled. That giggle.

“Well, I’ve eaten nothing but Doritos all day while rewatching Ouran High School Host Club, so you’re welcome to join me as I make myself something to eat.”

“Sounds like fun; what are we eating?”

“I don’t know yet,” You said as you stood up and made your way to the kitchen. You opened the pantry and looked. You noticed a can of diced tomatoes and reached for it then checked the expiration date. It was still good. On your counter were some onions and garlic. “How about some tomato soup?”

“Sounds delicious.” you smiled at Corpse and your phone screen not knowing if he was also looking at his screen or not. “You’re really pretty-- you know that?”

“Thanks, but you don’t have to--”

“I’ve already told you what an incredible artist you are so many times I bet you’re tired of hearing it, but you already know what a talented artist you are.”

“That is very kind of you Corpse,” you said to him bashfully as you chopped the onion and opened the can of tomatoes. “But once again you don’t have to reach so far to compliment me.”

“I’m not reaching you are talented and beautiful and--”

“I thought I was pretty.” You could hear him chuckle with a smile on his face. “You’re both,” he said. You could feel your face getting warm from blushing.

“Fuck you you’re making me blush. My face is all hot and stuff.”

He laughed at how flustered you got. “That’s the cutest thing ever.”

You didn’t know how to respond so you just put some olive oil in a pot and tossed in your onions. It became silent but it was a comfortable silence. You turned the stove on and watched the flame for a few seconds. “If it was dark we could pretend we were together and having a bonfire or something,” you said to the phone as you turned the camera to show him the flame (still not 100 percent sure if he was looking at you or not).

“I’ll put it on the list of things to do when you visit me someday.”

#corpse husband #corpse husband x reader #corpse husband imagine #corpse husband imagines #corpse husband x y/n #youtubers #caffeinated ramblings

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placeyoursmileinmine · 4 years ago

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And he was immortal (WIP)

Hello hello, this is my first time posting my writing anywhere so I’m excited but also a little nervous! After I watched the Witcher on Netflix, inspiration hit me like a train and so here we are. I hope you enjoy:)

Fandom: The Witcher

Pairing: Geralt x Jaskier

CW: minor character (OC) death, other than that you should be fine. If there’s anything else I should tag pls let me know!

So we all know that Jaskier unfortunately is human in canon. But hear me out, what if he wasn’t? I present to you, half-elf!Jaskier:) (also the title is a wip as well so if anyone has title suggestions pls feel free to comment them or shoot me a dm)

When Julian Alfred Pankratz is 8 years old, his mother tells him he is half elf and gifts him a bracelet of brown and blue pearls. It looks just like the one she wears around her left wrist, except hers is brown and green. The colour of her eyes, little Julian thinks. She instructs him to never take it off again. He nods and slips it over his left wrist, the band tightening as if by magic until it fits snugly around his small arm.

‘Listen carefully, my little one’, she says and kneels to be on his eye level. ‘The world is not kind to our kin. This is the only thing I can do to protect you from now on.’ Her eyes are piercing and serious and little Julian swallows nervously. ‘Soon, the changes will begin. Would you like to see what I mean?’ Little Julian nods again. With a swift movement, she takes off her bracelet and her eyes begin to glow softly. Her ears, previously round and soft, have graceful pointed tips. She smiles, warm and kind as she has always been and her teeth are too straight. She taps the place where her canines would be normally and little Julian runs his tongue along his own pointy teeth.

His mother slips the bracelet over her wrist and her eyes return to their normal green colour. ‘There is more. Come, my little one.’ His mother extends her hand and they leave his room. She leads him to her garden, the one that none of the children are allowed to enter and that is guarded by at least two men at all times of day. He blinks in awe at the colourful flowers and sweet-smelling herbs. His mother smiles at her little boy’s wonder but steers them to a flower pot with her favourite plant. She kneels beside Julian again and takes a small flower bud between her fingers. She whispers a few words and his eyes widen at the impossible sight before him. Slowly, the flower bud unfurls and blooms a beautiful yellow-orange. He gasps and turns to his mother, who only laughs softly. ‘When the time comes, I will teach you all I know. Do you want to learn?’

‘Yes!’ he shouts excitedly and she chuckles.

When Julian Alfred Pankratz is 12 years old, his mother dies in her sickbed. For all her knowledge on herbs and medicinal plants there was nothing she could do to stop the sickness. Neither could Julian, only having learned under her for three years. Julian feels empty and cold, but he knows he must keep it together for his sister. Essi is only 7 years old but she understands that her mother is gone forever.

It takes him weeks to pick up his lute again. When he does, Essi comes running. He brings her to bed and sings to her until she falls asleep, careful to keep the magic out of his voice, just like his mother taught him.

Later, he finds his mothers’ jewelry box. Buried under all the glittering necklaces and gem-studded rings there is a bracelet, the twin to the one on his left wrist. He takes it out and hides it in his own box of jewelry.

When Julian Alfred Pankratz is 13 years old, he runs away from home. Naturally, he is caught by his father’s guards not half a days’ journey from the estate grounds. He is brought to his father’s study, where he sits behind a giant oak desk. He sets his blue eyes on him, blue like his sons’ eyes. He looks so tired, Julian thinks.

‘I wish to be free.’, he states with all the courage he can muster. Granted, it’s not much. He used it all up on his daring elopement.

‘Julian.’, his father says.

‘You and I both know I could never be your heir. Teodor is the eldest but even if he wasn’t he is the only one who can inherit your title and lands.’ Julian isn’t bitter or resentful towards his elder stepbrother, born from a union of his fathers’ first wife. He is glad that his brother will take on the burden as the heir to the Viscount de Lettenhove, because it leaves Julian to do as he pleases. If only his father would allow it.

His father sighs deeply. ‘Do you think I don’t know the laws? Do you think I enjoy the way your mother was treated by them?’ He rubs a hand over his face. ‘Very well, you may have your freedom. You may go to Oxenfurt to study whatever it is you wish to study.’

Julian’s heart jumps in his chest and he rushes forward to hug his father. ‘Thank you, father!’, he whispers as warm hands pat his back.

Julian packs meticulously for his journey (others would say he is attempting to stuff his entire room into two travel packs). In the midst of it all, Essi plops down on his bed to watch him intently. As Julian turns his room upside down to find that particular red doublet, Essi I know you must have seen it! his brother enters and laughs at the mess Julian’s made.

‘You are leaving then?’, he asks.

‘Father has allowed me to study at Oxenfurt.’ Julian can’t contain the bubbling joy and smiles. ‘I will become the best bard on the whole Continent, just you watch me!’ His brother grins and they clasp hands. Essi jumps from the bed and tackles them both into a hug. ‘Take care of yourself.’, his brother mutters. ‘We will miss you.’ Essi is sniffling a little but makes an effort to hold it in. She hugs her brothers tighter.

‘And I will miss you.’, Julian says soflty. ‘You both take care of each other for me, will you?’ They both nod and Essi releases her tight hold.

Teodor makes his goodbyes and leaves Julian’s room again.

‘This reminds me, Poppet’, he turns to his dressing table and opens his box of jewelries.

‘Will I get your ring?’, Essi screams excitedly and jumps up and down. Julian smiles at her antics but returns to show her his gift.

She looks at it plaintively, then back to her brother. ‘A bracelet?’ The confusion is clear in her voice, tinged with disappointment.

‘Listen carefully, Poppet.’ He kneels down to face his little sister. A strange sense of déjà-vu overcomes him and he can’t fight the wistful smile. His face turns serious again as he fixes Essi with his eyes. ‘When I was eight years old, Mother gifted me this bracelet.’ He holds up his left arm and her little hands find the blue and brown pearls with ease. ‘Tell me, how old will you be this summer, Poppet?’

‘Eight’, she replies quickly.

‘That’s right!’, he praises, proud of his little Essi.

‘You see, Mother was an elf.’

She gasps and clasps her hands before her mouth.

‘That means that we are half-elves, both of us. Because of that, our bodies begin to change at a certain age. Our ears become pointed, our eyes glow and we develop magic.’ Essi’s enormous blue eye shines softly, the other hiding away behind her unruly blonde locks.

‘Would you like to see?’, Julian asks. She nods vigorously. He chuckles and takes off his bracelet. He can feel the glamour fall away and reveal his pointed ears, glowing eyes and missing canines. All things that make him different, stand out, reveal his true nature. Essi only stares in wonderment. He slips his bracelet back on and holds the other one out to her. She takes it and brings the pearls close to her face, examining them. ‘Put it on for me, please, Poppet?’ She nods again and slides it on her left wrist, the band tightening to fit her small arm. ‘Now Poppet, this is very important, do you hear me?’ She looks him in the eye. ‘You must never, under any circumstance, take off your bracelet. This world is not kind to those who are different. Mother left this behind to protect you, to protect us, even after she is gone.’ Essi frowns. ‘But you just took it off!’, she eyes him, accusation clear in her voice.

‘My clever Poppet,’ he smiles. ‘That is because you are family and because I trust you. Even in front of father or Teodor, I would not take off my bracelet. Do you understand?’

‘Yes.’ Essi replies, playing with the pearls on her wrist. ‘Very good.’ He kisses the top of her head softly.

‘What did you mean when you…’, she trails off.

‘What is it, Poppet?’

‘You said something about magic.’ She fixes him with her blue eye, blowing her hair out of her face. Julian smiles again. ‘I can show you if you want. Wait in your room, it’s time for an afternoon nap anyways.’ She dashes off and Julian is left in his room. He looks around and winces at the mess he’ made. The two travel packs sit on his bed, stuffed to the seams with his clothes and other supplies he will need. Behind the packs, his lute is propped up on a pillow. He grabs it and follows Essi to her room. She is bundled up beneath her covers and only her wild mop of hair peeks out. He settles beside her on the bed and starts playing.

Let’s hide under the covers

We don’t know what’s out there

Could be wolves

So hold me, lover, like you used to

So tight I’d bruise you

I’d bruise you, I’d bruise you too

Careful not to let his control slip, he lets some of his magic escape and dance with his voice and his words. Essi, drowsy from Julian’s magic, rests against his side. He hums and continues strumming until he hears her soft, even breaths and turns to see her fast asleep.

#the witcher #ary writes #thats my new writing tag #jaskier #essi #geralt #geraskier #yea the lyrics are from the amazing devils wild blue yonder #go listen to them #thats joey bateys band for those who are wondering #their songs are magical!!#half-elf!jaskier #creature!jaskier #i don't know what else to tag this

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evesbeve · 5 years ago

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Hey there, you said your ask box was open for Justin Min's whole thing? I guess I just slept through the whole thing, honestly - could you just go over a gist of everything that happened? I get that it seems like a PR team didn't know how to use twitter (which, mood) and f-ed things up for him, but what were they "cleaning up" in the first place, who's Anna what did they do that warranted such a bizarre thread from the PR team, etc...? 😳

Hey! Okay so this is going to be a lot, so buckle up.

Right off the bat, I just want to say that Justin isn’t cancelled. The situation has been mostly resolved right now (more on that later).

So around a week ago, Justin Min started deleting his replies to fans. Depending on whether you’re on Twitter or not, you might know that Justin is one of the most interactive people of the cast. He knows a lot of fans by name, he has inside jokes with us, and he just interacts a lot with his fanbase. So you can imagine why him suddenly starting to delete his replies was a bit upsetting. There was nothing we could do about it though.

And suddenly, two days ago, Justin deactivated his account out of nowhere, which caused all kinds of drama to go down.

People started pointing the finger at specific accounts saying it was their fault that Justin deactivated (don’t even get me started on that logic; why a grown-ass adult deactivate because of a few teenagers is above me, it literally made no sense), even sending death threats. Others suspected that he got suspended because Twitter’s algorithm saw all these tweets get deleted and was like “welp, bot time.” Long story short, lots of misinformation was going around.

And then out of the blue, Justin’s account was reactivated, and he made a thread directed at Anna.

Now, who is Anna? Anna is a stan on twitter, whose @ I won’t be sharing for privacy, but here’s how they’re relevant in this:

Remember when I mentioned the inside jokes? Well, one of them was between a fan called Matt and Justin. Matt kept commenting on Justin’s tweets asking him to say trans rights. On the one year anniversary of Matt asking Justin to say trans rights, Justin finally said it. Then, Matt made a poll asking other stans what he should have Justin say next, and lesbian rights won.

Around a month ago, Matt replied to one of Justin’s tweets, and Justin responded with something along the lines of “haha, i know this is just an attempt to get me to say lesbian rights,” referencing the inside joke. People started commenting that the way he phrased it was a bit :/ so then he replied to his own tweet with something like “well, i’ll delete this before i get cancelled,” and that’s when things spiraled.

[id: Justin Min’s tweet #1: i see that you are trying to butter me up to say lesbian rights, nice try, matt. nice try.

Justin Min’s tweet #2: oh, here we go. this is an inside joke between myself and matt, if you’ve been a part o fthis fandom for more than a few weeks. but alas, i will have to delete this now before i’m cancelled by the end of the day. keep loving, everyone.]

Lesbians get spoken over and looked down upon not only by straight people, but also the LGBT community. So when Justin tweeted that, lesbians were like “this sounds as if you care more about your own self image rather than our community.” Then, non-lesbians got involved and started either a) calling Justin lesbophobic (which lesbians never did) or b) blindly defending Justin and saying he did nothing wrong.

(Side note: I am not a lesbian, and I’m not trying to speak over lesbians in this situation. But I did talk about this to some of my friends who are lesbians, and they told me that what Justin did wasn’t as big of a deal as Twitter made it out to be. These are their words, not mine. All I know is that it was definitely not bad-intentioned, just a huge misunderstanding.)

Anyway, Anna made a thread explaining to Justin why him defending himself came out as harmful towards the lesbian community, and then Justin apologised and that was it.

Which brings us back to yesterday (26/9/2020).

Everyone is freaking out, posting misinformation, panicking. I don’t exactly,,, know how, but the #justinminisoverparty hashtag started being used for actual hate towards Justin for deactivating, and some people (including Anna, though I think their tweet was in the context of a joke? please take this with a grain of salt though. update: it was in the context of a joke) mentioned that Justin is a lesbophobe.

A few hours later, Justin reactivated his account, tagged Anna, and said this (though it was actually his PR team, more on that later):

[id: Justin’s Tweet: @ [redacted] quickly jumping back on here from my twt break because i’m receiving messages that you’re continuing to spread misinformation, so i want to clarify.]

[id: Justin’s Tweets: 1. all of my interactions with you were deleted because of the need to set clear boundaries due to the fact that your incessant messages and replies from multiple accounts over the last several months were veering into stalking/harassment.

2. for someone who appears to pride themselves on reminding their friends/followers on a daily basis to be careful of the language they use on this app, you seem to be fine with flippantly labeling someone as homophobic/lesbophobic as if they’re cute little adjectives to give to someone, not realizing that such labels have real-life consequences.]

[id: Justin’s Tweets: 3. also noting here than in your original thread, you stated that you neither considered me nor my words to actually be lesbophobic, so a bit confused as to why your story has suddenly changed.

4. i realize you’re young, so i’m genuinely hoping you use this opportunity to learn and grow andbe a little more mindful the next time you decide to tweet.]

The next twenty minutes were pure chaos. Justin deactivated again, everyone started freaking out because that was very out of character for him. People were cancelling him because this could have easily been resolved in DMs, or tweeted without the mention of Anna (a minor) from a mainstream Twitter account.

And then, Justin Min DMed another fan on Instagram (her name is Em) about the situation.

Who is Em? For starters, I’d like to say that I personally know Em and that she’s one of my best friends. I’ve known her for more than a year now, and I can personally vouch for her. Everything that she posted is 100% true (if you want the thread where she posts proof of the DMs, please send me a different ask because I’m scared tumblr will not post this in the tag if I include it here).

The reason Justin DMed her out of all people is because he also kinda knows her? As I mentioned, Justin interacts with us on Twitter a lot, and Em is the one person he’s responded to the most, so he knows who she is. (He’s tagged her more times than other cast members, at least before all his tweets were deleted by his PR team.)

Anyway, this is what Em tweeted:

[id: Em’s tweets: please read this !!!

justin dmed me on instagram and basically the gist of it is that he hired a pr team and they tweeted the thread at anna without knowing everyone could see it. all of the tweets being deleted/ him deactivating was also them.]

Below is the image Em attached to the tweet:

[id: Justin’s DM to Em: hey. this is justin. i’m just hearing about what’s happening on twitter right now. for context, i was asked to work with a team of people to “clean up” my twitter in the past few weeks. they’ve taken the liberty of deleting a bunch of my responses and posts in order to safeguard me (whatever that means) as well as deactivating my account to comb through other things.i believe they accidentally sent anna a message and mistakenly believed the function for her to comment only would mean that she would be the only one to see it as well. needless to say, i’m no longer working with this team and want to personally apologize to her. do you know any way i can get into contact with her?]

And then, in a follow-up tweet:

[id: Em’s text at Justin: sorry for dming you again. is there any other way i can help? i just feel really bad about this whole thing and i know how quickly this stuff can spread if it’s not taken care of

Justin’s text: i mean, i guess you can share the information i’ve given you? it’ll take a bit of time for me to take back ownership on everything as i sever ties with that team, so maybe the sooner the better people know.

Em’s text: okay ! is it okay if i tweet a screenshot

Justin’s text: sure.]

Then Justin’s account got reactivated an hour ago (almost 24hs after Em’s tweets), and he tweeted this:

[id: Justin’s tweet: hi. it’s me. thank you for all your messages. this has been an incredibly tough week for me on multiple fronts. some things you might already be aware of; many other things you don’t know about.asking for a bit of privacy as i take sometime to unplug. hoping to be back soon.]

And that’s all, I think? There’s lots we don’t know about what happened yet, so please please please try not to spread misinformation. This is a stressful situation for us on Twitter, and especially for Justin, and misinformation going around is the last thing we need right now.

tl;dr: Justin Min hired a PR Team that started deleting all of his tweets and deactivated his account. Misinformation started spreading, people started cancelling Justin for no reason. The PR Team decided to respond to Anna, made the response public, deactivated again. Justin DMed Em and explained the situation, and an hour ago, he reactivated and said he’s taking a small break to sort things out.

If anyone has any other questions/clarifications, my askbox is open! Hope this shed some light on the situation <3

UPDATE 28/9/2020: Justin has DMed and apologised to Anna for the situation, and Anna has accepted the apology. Anna posted all of it on their account, but again, if you want a link, send me an ask!

#im gonna go to bed now so ill respond to any follow-up asks tomorrow #i hope this made sense #ask #anon #evelina nonesense #the umbrella academy #tua #tua cast #justin min #justin h min #justin h. min #ben #ben hargreeves #tua ben #the horror #tw: drama

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clowndaydreams · 6 years ago

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Yan!Marvus x Reader

I hope you all like it!

“Can you pass me the potato chips?” You looked over to your companion. Marvus nodded and reached over to get said bag from his side of the couch.

“here ya go.” You grunted a quick thank you to the clown and started to dig in. You had been hanging out with Marvus all day. You still couldn’t believe how friendly you’ve gotten with the superstar since you met him at that concert you went to. It had been a few perigrees since then, but the clown had since made a habit of inviting you over randomly when he was free. You were just happy that he remembered you at all.

Currently though, you were both relaxing on the couch and watching some Slam or Get Culled episodes that he was in. Right now, a season finale was playing. He was the final challenge for that season’s top 2. They had to rap battle him and whoever fared better was the winner. You glanced over at him. He was in his usual facepaint, but was casually wearing a neon yellow ripped tank top and matching pajama pants with some designer troll logo and ‘JUICY’ all over them. How he managed to look so hot in that would forever elude you. You snapped out of it when he started speaking again.

“u kno, i thought ricard was the better 1 outta those 2.” You pretended to glare at him.

“SPOILERS!” You jokingly huffed, lightly shoving his arm. It didn’t move, as you’d expect.

“LOL! XoD sorry fam, seen dis crap 1000 times alreddy.” Wait, then why did he let you pick this episode? Or even agree to watch this with you? If this was boring you could do something else. And as if he could read your mind, he held up a hand.

“dun worry bout dis. is chill or w/e. butt srsly, u kno who gunna win.”

“Still! I wanna watch it!” You giggled. You both watched on in silence as Marvus was brought on to surprise the contestants.

“How were they behind the scenes?” You asked as you watched the confessionals for both of the contestants.

“ricards moirail b a clown, so me n him knew each other alreddy. he wuz p chill i guess lol.”

“What about Krayaa?”

“turns out she wuz a fangirl. foamin at the mouth n erythng.”

“Really?!” You turned to him to try and see if he was lying. He looked almost bored about it all. Like you were both talking about the weather or something. You wished you could be so relaxed about meeting a rabid fangirl and somehow living to tell the tale. Seadwellers were supposed to be stronger and more durable than landdwellers. At least, that was according Polypa anyway. Huh, you had to remember to check on her later after you got home too.

“ye. she wanted 2 pail after the shoot.” Your jaw dropped. Krayaa was a seadweller! Did he have to listen to her? She could have killed him for not listening!

“Nahhh, no worries,, the contract she signed for the ep woulda had her disqualified and mah bodyguards woulda whooped her b4 she had a chance. ;op” He chuckled. “If she managed 2 get thru them, I aint no wimp.” He added, flexing his arms a little to prove his point. You almost couldn’t stop staring. He had to know what he was doing to you…right? Granted, this was a crush you had no intention of pursuing. If you were speaking honestly, Marvus was a guy who probably didn’t want commitment due to his lifestyle. Even then, he had people throwing themselves at him constantly. People his own species. People who were a lot better fitting with his general aesthetic and not some poor wandering alien that he would DM when he was high when they both should have been sleeping. Your own concepts of relationships and types of love were different. But you could dream, right? You were content with just having him as your designated hot friend anyway. …That did mean you were allowed to drool over him in your mind. As long as it doesn’t get creepy to him. Yeah. You were fine.

“u gud (Y/N)? u tryna lure snacks into ur mouth or smth?” You snapped out of your stupor.

“Ew! Gross! I don’t eat bugs like you weirdos!”

“it aint gross. literally free snacks u can catch. :o)” He laughed.

“Where I’m from they’re gross!” Granted, there were places that did eat crickets and the like on Earth, but you would never tell him that.

“dun knock it till ya try it.” He got up and left the room, returning after a moment with a small box.

“…What is that.” You had a sinking feeling you knew what it was.

“chirp grubs.” He opened it and there they were. Disgusting caramelized crickets.

“I can’t.” You shook your head.

“more 4 me lol.” You looked away as he ate a few of the crickets. You looked back at him when his palmhusk rang. It sounded like a clown horn version of one of his songs. Fitting, honestly.

He glanced at it and rolled his eyes before silencing the phone.

“Who was that?”

“thottie.”

“Oh…” He looked bored again. Not good. What could you talk to him about to keep him interested?

“Uh…You ever get tired of the fans trying to aggressively pail you?” Ok, that wasn’t the best choice for conversation. Your bad.

“i meannn….in the beginning yeah. now its kinda the norm 4 me ufeelme?”

“Yeah, I guess. Does it ever make you feel like you can’t have a relation-er, quadrant?” You assumed it would, but that would also come with fame in general, wouldn’t it? You weren’t sure. Then again, if he didn’t want-

“kinda. i think its kinda funny how i can attract psychos, fans and thots, but not my crushes.” You sat up straight. Marvus had a crush?

“Wait. You…uh…are pale or um….red? for somebody?” You didn’t have the best grasp on quadrant terms.

“lol sumtimes i forget your an alien.” He leaned back onto the couch.

“butt yeah, i have a few crushes at the mo.” He smiled, staring at the ceiling. Few. He has more than one crush right now. That soft smile said it all. He had it bad.

“…Can you tell me who they are?” He looked over at you and looked sheepish.

“i…dun think is a gud idea.”

“Please? I have to know who the great Marvus Xoloto has a crush on.”

“u kno 1. itll be awk af :o(“ Now you had to know. Now you were thinking about whether or not Marvus had a type. What if they were all mega hot models? Wait! Did he have a crush on Chahut? They would totally have to know each other. Who else did you both know??? He heard of Cirava, but you didn’t think they talked. Who???

“…kk fine. only if u slam a faygo tho.” You gave him a look.

“Isn’t Faygo…not for non-clowns?”

“is just us. whos gunna kno?”

“You promise nobody’s gonna know?”

“on my life. u slam a faygo, n ill tell u who my flush be.” You thought it over. You remembered tasting the stuff at clown church when you went you went with Chahut that one time. Just a sip left you a bit tipsy. A whole bottle may have rendered you unable to be coherent enough to even process who his flush crush was. Would it be worth it? You felt a choice coming on. Either way you had to drink a certain amount in order to maybe try and learn this random troll’s identity. The question was, do you try and counter his offer or just slam the entire bottle and hope for the best?

…

It would be better to respect your own limits. A bunch of your friends had lectured you a few times over putting yourself out just to potentially make a friend. This would piss them off and would probably not end in your favor even if you did decide to just go with it anyway.

“How much faygo do I have to drink?”

“hm…” He got up, went to the kitchen and got a small can of Grape Faygo, a normal bottle for one and a whole 2 liter bottle. “imma b nice. u get a choice. u gotta try 2 finish the can. u get 1 q with the name if u finish the can. Smol bottle gets u 2 qs and the name n the 2L gets u as many qs as u liek. fair enough 2 u?”

…Now you wanted to chug the 2 liter. You haven’t even seen anyone try to down that other than the Grand High Blood once when you took Karako to clown church for the first time. But that guy was a clown and he is HUGE. You, not so much. But, you chose to respect yourself for once. You’d see how you felt after the small can and go from there. You picked it up, opened the can and took a deep breathe. Powers that be, let this not wreck you and let this answer be worth it. If he cops out with his answers, you would try to hurt him. You started chugging. You did your best to try and treat it like a shot like Cirava taught you so you wouldn’t taste the overly sweet flavor too much. After a moment of light agony and attempting to not drown in the soda, you reached the end of the can. You slammed it onto the coffee table and started panting. Ok, you weren’t feeling woozy like before. Maybe those tiny sips when you went to clown church helped your body get used to it.

“u gunna try the otha bottles?” You managed to shake your head. You weren’t gonna do that again. Your head started hurting. You looked over at him. Were his eyes always so vibrantly purple? Woah, now they’re flashing purple. What the heck? Was this Faygo high? You now understood why all the other clowns were so goofy after drinking a cup of this stuff. Crap, now your head was starting to hurt.

“Wh-Who….who is it..?” You started feeling like you were gonna pass out. You laid down on the couch. You needed to close your eyes. That was way too much for you. You felt Marvus pick you up into his arms.

“ye…after u wake up bb.” Wake up? Wait, did he just call you a pet name?! You were about to question him when he tilted his head.

“dangg,, u managed 2 stay awake with chuckles and faygo? ur stronger than i thought. Soz bout this babes.” His eyes became blindingly vibrant again and you blacked out.

#marvus #marvus xoloto #yandere!marvus #yandere!marvus x reader #olive fics #Let me know your thoughts!

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transaurus · 5 years ago

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How do I turn off tabs in my head when they’re about important issues?

okay that's something I wasn't good at until very recently but i think I'm getting better at it so this might not be the best answer but I hope I can help?

so for most things, I like dealing with them. like I might procrastinate a bit (or a lot) for things like difficult conversations or uni stuff but I'd want to deal with it and solve the problem so I can get it off my mind and move on with life. if you're not the most confrontational person, it's probably a bit harder to do that, also much harder for things like depression or chronic illness that makes it harder to just get things done so I think making a list of things you know you need to sort out and crossing them off (also I just think lists are really fun)

i also think in general, writing things down can help. like when there's a lot on my mind I'll brain splurge to my partner or one of my friends and just type out all my thoughts just to get them out of my head, even if they don't make sense. or if writing isn't your thing, painting, dance, music, sports whatever creative or physical healthy outlet you have just to get things out of your head and into the world, in whatever way that works for you

I think it's definitely harder for things you can't necessarily control, like current affairs. I think social media is a big one that keeps those tabs open and you should definitely minimise them whenever you need and give yourself a bit of a breather. if you can, take a break from social media. if social media is your escape, scroll through hashtags that'll distract you or make you feel better (cat videos, ships, whatever floats your boat) but again, creative outlets can help with that, just talking and ranting can also help

if you just need a break from those tabs, try telling yourself you're gonna do something you enjoy for a set amount of time and then you'll get back to the important issue. I think it definitely helps if the thing you're gonna do requires a lot of concentration and/or movement, like when I need a break I usually try to learn a new song on the drums or something because that requires my undivided attention

please lmk if that didn't help or I went off on a tangent and didn't answer what you wanted me to but I hope this is useful and my ask box and dms are always open if you need anything at all 💛

#cannot believe i told the internet i think lists are fun smh

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pseudo-spark · 5 years ago

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How I run my blog

tagged by: @cybertronian-gutterpunk

tagging: @alpha113nredshirteradicon

— SPEED.

I am incredibly slow with replies to anything, especially threads. Partly because I’m just a lazy human being, work keeps me busy and exhausted, and my productivity relies on my motivation and mood. I find it nearly impossible to reply to threads if I’m not in the right mood, they just never turn out good. And I’m not a natural at all when it comes to writing so it usually takes me about an hour to write a decent reply, if I don’t have the motivation it’s not going to happen. Though that’s not to say I don’t enjoy the threads I’m part of. I love them all! Just bear with me and my slowness.

— REPLIES.

I try to at least give what I get. I can write multi-paragraphs or one paragraph. I’m not too picky about the length of replies in my threads, but I find it hard to really get into a thread with one-two sentence replies, there’s just not much to drive the story and not much to build on.

So, I guess I prefer at least one paragraph replies, if not more.

— STARTERS

Honestly I’m terrible at starters. I tend to prefer to not be the one writing the starter but I will always try my best to make one if asked to do so. It certainly won’t be award winning though lol

— INBOX.

I love anything, so long as it’s not hateful towards me or Overkill. My ask box and DMs are always open so feel free to send me anything! Be it memes, thread ideas, asks about mun or muse, IC asks, give Overkill things or just tell him things. Wanna talk? Awesome! Got a thread idea for our muses? Let me hear it! Want to ask Overkill ridiculous questions? Go for it! Don’t be shy we don’t bite! :)

— SELECTIVITY.

I prefer mutuals, and muns who are 18+. A bit of experience is nice but not a must. I find it easier to RP with muses who are from the same verse as Overkill because of continuity and all that but I will write alternate verses of Overkill. However most of my TF knowledge lies with TFP so I might be a bit slow or confused when writing other verses. But I enjoy a bit of change now and then.

I also tend to like OCs more than canon characters, I find they often make for more interesting threads because I get to learn about the character as the RP progresses, whereas with a canon character I already know them and their story. Unless it’s an AU of that character.

I love threads that have plot and ones that are just go with the flow/make it up as we go along. Though I do prefer when they have more than just dialog. All dialog and no interaction gets dull after a while.

Since Overkill has a sparkmate in his timeline I tend not to ship him with others, but I’m not completely against the idea of shipping in an AU. But I’m also picky about those I ship him with. Though I’m all for platonic bromance stuff, he’s a very affectionate mech.

— WISHLIST.

A thread taking place after the war where Overkill is put on trial for his past crimes during the early days of the war, and for whether or not he should be allowed to live as a normal civilian or is too dangerous.

Overkill needs a shoulder to cry on. ‘nough said.

A super angsty thread that shows a lot of his dark side, it’s not shown very often. Or one that talks a lot about what he went through in the lab.

Him getting up to all kinds of mischief with Miko/Wheeljack/Smokescreen or anyone really.

— HONEST NOTE.

If you have anything that you think Overkill or myself would enjoy or that makes you think of Overkill, whether that be memes, music, aesthetics , etc please send it my way! I’d be more than happy to receive it, especially if it has to do with Overkill cuz I love my walking highlighter of a mech!

#about overkill #ooc

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fallen-imagine-angel · 6 years ago

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A Secret for None (Peter Parker x Reader)

Notes: Okay, I’m back with a new fic! And it’s my usual reader insert fic, yay! I’m excited to be back in the groove of writing. I might be on hiatus after a couple of days again because I have finals, but once summer starts I will be able to write a lot more! And, as always, my asks/DMs/submit box/tag list is always open so feel free to drop in anytime :)

Summary: You learn about your boyfriend’s secret, making your entire world crumble.

A Secret

Peter Parker x Reader

Requested?: Yes, by anon: "I really thought you loved me but if you dont think I'm worthy of knowing you big secret then clearly I was wrong." *walks away into darkness and angst dun dun duuunnnn*😂 this one could work VERY well with peter or Remus for sure but since your the one with the urge abd need to write angry you and you alone decide well you and your creativity/inspiration 😅”

Word Count: 1,501

Warnings: Just a ton of angst and a little bit of fluff at the beginning?

Your boyfriend is your entire world. Sure, you have friends besides him and you’re still in high school, but without him, you would crumble. He’s your rock, your everything, and your comforter. Your boyfriend is the sweetest guy on earth, Peter Parker.

“Pete!” You smile and hug him from behind as he gets a book out of his locker. You hear him chuckle and turn around in the hug so he can hug you back.

“Hey, (Y/n).” Peter kisses your forehead, effectively putting a large grin on your face.

“You ready to hang out tonight? It’s our big movie date we’ve been planning for a while.” You smirk, locking your arms around his neck. You watch his gaze turn sheepish as he looks away. This concerns you.

“I- uh...I can’t tonight, actually. Can we do...next week or something?” He mutters, looking anywhere but your eyes.

“We’ve been planning this for weeks, Peter.” You huff, undoing your arms from his neck and letting them fall loosely to your sides.

“I know, I know. I just...family issues, okay? I swear I won’t bail next time.” He gives you his signature puppy dog eyes. You sigh.

“That’s what you’ve said the past three times.” You look down and scuff the tip of your shoe on the ground.

“It’s different this time. Next week, I swear I will give you my undivided attention and we will have our movie date.” He gives you his charming smile that you can’t say no to.

“Fine. Next week it is.” You give him a small smile and peck his cheek.

“Perfect. Now, we’ve got to get to class.” He smiles and grabs your hand in his, walking to class with your fingers intertwined.

Yes, you love your boyfriend, but sometimes you wonder how much he loves you.

“Mom, I’m going to go to the bank to put some more money into my savings account.” You call out to your mom through the apartment.

“Okay, honey, be safe!” She calls back. You step out into the cold wind and pull your jacket closer around your form, starting to walk to the bank. Since you had a job to help support your family, you would put small amounts of money into savings every month to help save up for your college fund. So far, you had a decent amount ready.

Once you’ve been standing in line at the bank for a good fifteen minutes, three men with black ski masks walk in.

Just your luck.

“Everyone on the ground!” One man holds up a high-tech gun and fires it at the ceiling, sending a burst of electricity out.

Definitely not a normal gun.

“Did you guys really think you could just stroll in here without me finding out? I mean, come on, guys.” A red and blue clad Spider-Man slowly swoops in.

“You again?” A robber distastefully asks.

“Me again.” Spider-Man gives a small bow before the fight breaks out. Screams are heard as the captives all hurry to get against the wall. You start to take charge, ushering everyone out that you can while the robbers are distracted. You get mostly everyone out, only a few bank clerks are left when the entrance is blocked.

Spider-Man gets thrown against the wall next to you and you gasp as he shakes it off. He gets up, groaning.

“Spider-Man, are you okay?” You ask, hesitant to engage in conversation out of fear that the robbers will hurt you.

“I’m fine--” He looks at you and the eyes on his mask go wide.

“What is it?” You ask as concern makes its way onto your features.

“N-Nothing. You need to get out of here, miss.” His voice goes up an octave and you immediately recognize that voice.

Peter freaking Parker.

As the fight goes on, you find a way to escape and run all the way back to your apartment. Not a fun night out, especially since your boyfriend bailed on your movie night to do hero stuff.

Especially since you didn’t know that your boyfriend was a hero.

So you do what any sensible person would do. You wait until the early hours of the morning and call Peter.

“Hey, what’s up?” He immediately answers the phone, sounding out of breath.

“Have you been...running?” You try to seem clueless as to why he’s out of breath.

“Huh? Oh, uh, yeah. I went for a jog around the block just now. Why are you calling? Is something wrong?” He asks, also playing dumb.

“Yeah uh...can you come over? I, uh, I was at that bank that almost got robbed earlier and I could use some emotional support.” You fake a voice crack as if you were crying. Peter immediately assures you he’ll be over in a minute.

“(Y/n), are you okay?” Peter rushes to you, cradling your face in his hands.

“Yeah, there were these guys with huge, and I mean huge weird guns.” You frown, straining to lean into his touch instead of pulling away. All you want to do is confront him, tell him you know his secret, ask him why he kept it from you.

Ask him if he really loves you.

Ask him if he trusts you like he says he does.

“I-I’m so sorry. Those guys with the guns were terrible, but you were so brave, babe. Ushering others out? I couldn’t believe it.” Peter hugs you. You go still. He outed himself.

“How did you know I ushered others out?” You murmur, pulling away from his arms. You immediately miss him, but this conversation needs to be done.

“It...was on the news.”

“Bull. I watched the news story, it didn’t say anything about me.” You narrow your eyes and stand up, crossing to the other side of the room.

“I was there.” He whispers.

“Yeah, I know, Spider-Man.” You growl. His eyes go wide as he realizes you know.

Oh god, you know.

“(Y/n)...” He trails off.

“Don’t (Y/n) me. Don’t give me those stupid puppy dog eyes, don’t give me your charming smile that I can’t resist. I’m angry. All of these months you’ve been playing hero while leaving me in the dark. I can get why you didn’t tell me immediately, but after months and months of leaving me on dates, canceling plans, and completely brushing me off? I should have known. No, better yet, you should have told me. I had started to question whether you really loved me, but now I’m questioning so much more. Do you trust me at all?”

“Of course I do--”

“I’m not finished. I really thought you loved me. I really thought you loved me but if you don't think I'm worthy of knowing your big secret then clearly I was wrong. And don’t give me some crap like you wanted to protect me because you know I can take care of myself. You saw me at the bank. I’m fine.” You scoff, glaring deep into his soul.

“I know, but...I’m sorry.” A tear slips down his cheek. You clench your jaw, determined not to let his tears affect you.

“You know that I have trust issues. Yet, you continued to keep this huge secret from me. Peter, I build my relationships off of trust and love. If we don’t have the key component of trust, then I can’t be with you.” Your lip starts to wobble and you bite it to keep from crying. You will not cry over this.

“I do trust you, (Y/n), I do. Please, don’t end this. Don’t end us. I’ll do better, I swear. I trust you and I’ll prove it to you.” Peter promises, crossing the room in two long strides to grab your hands in his. You pull away immediately this time, the large smile no longer coming to your face when his hands envelop yours.

“The problem is no longer whether you trust me or not because I don’t trust you anymore.” You whisper.

You can see the heartbreak on Peter’s face but you can’t take back what you said. You don’t want to take back what you said. Trust is important to you and if you can’t trust your boyfriend, then what is the relationship built off of.

“Please…” He mutters, tears spilling down his cheeks.

“You should go.” You push him to the side and open your window, gesturing for him to leave.

“I can’t leave us like this-- please, (Y/n).” He pleads, reaching for your hand one last time. This time, you pull it away before he can even reach it.

“I’m sorry, Peter, but it has to be this way. I hope someday in the future we can return to being friends.” You close your eyes and sigh, letting a single tear slip out. Before you know it, he’s out the window and gone. You shut it softly.

Finally, the tears flow as you force your Peter, your everything out of your life.

You loved Peter Parker, and now it’s your time to crumble.

#peter parker x reader #peter parker #spiderman #spider son #x reader #reader #reader insert #x (y/n)#(y/n)#peter parker x y/n #peter parker x (y/n)#y/n #x y/n #marvel #ffh #spider-man #spider-man far from home #spider-man homecoming

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eorzean-tale · 7 years ago

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[Balmung] Looking for RP connections - Q'talhdi Belhi

BASIC INFO

NAME: Q'talhdi Belhi

AGE: Young adult

RACE: Miqo’te (Seeker of the Sun)

GENDER: Female

ORIENTATION: Unknown

MARITAL STATUS: Single

SERVER: Balmung

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE: Check out this post for more details (taken out for length)

PERSONAL

PROFESSION: Story Keeper in training (sept-specific title) and Chief Editor of WARK! Magazine. She takes the occasional odd job, mostly to make some quick gil or to experience new things.

HOBBIES: Q’talhdi has a love for stories and will gladly listen to any storytellers. She enjoys writing and taking images with her ‘Picture Box’. She also really enjoys swimming, and will often take any opportunity to get into the water, both warm and cold. Lastly, she has a general curiosity that will drive her to try a lot of new things that might occasionally get her into trouble.

LANGUAGES: Common and a dialect specific to her sept that she calls ‘Pukspeak’ when asked.

RESIDENCE: She works in the Mist, at the office of the Crystal Charter which was formerly known as the newspaper by the name of The Crystal Chronicle. It’s unknown where her home is, though she often stays at the Quicksand in Ul’dah and spends quite a lot of time there.

FEARS: Being forgotten, loneliness, making a fool of herself, anyone that acts intimidating (and being bigger than her is often enough for her to be interpreted as such), thieves. There are other fears, but those wouldn’t be very obvious.

POSSIBLE HOOKS

WARK! MAGAZINE: Q’talhdi is the Chief Editor of WARK! Magazine, and is therefore always looking for interesting people to interview or photograph. She may also be interested in joining adventuring parties to report on their activities, as long as she feels that they can keep her safe. Lastly she is often out and about to distribute the magazine, so people may run into her during one of those runs.

PICTURE BOX: Keeping her device operational is a constant struggle, as she needs several expensive and hard to find ingredient to do so. Because of this she is often in need of people who can get these items for her, and/or jobs to get the gil to buy them. This combined with the costs of keeping WARK! alive might make her take on debts or loans that she probably shouldn’t as well.

TRIBAL: She may live in the city but she still considers herself a tribal Seeker, and is always curious to learn about other septs and tribes or willing to talk about hers, to a certain extend.

STORIES: Q’talhdi is interested in any written and spoken stories, so if your character is keen on telling them, they will find an enraptured audience in her.

OTHER: Despite her cheerful demeanor, she is experiencing quite a bit of loneliness being so far away from home, among people she often feels are difficult to connect with in a meaningful way. The promise of friendship and companionship might leave her somewhat naive in her eagerness, opening her up to all sorts of RP, and it doesn’t always have to end well for her either, so feel free to contact me and I’m sure we can come up with something!

OTHER

STYLE: I am good with both rapid-fire and detailed, multi-paragraph RP or a mix of the two, and usually mimic the preferred style of my RP partner, though I am more likely to go into detail in smaller groups than large events.

I prefer a certain amount of realism in my RP, meaning that magic/magitek can’t instantly fix any problem, wounds take time to heal properly (or may not, at all), one guy can’t kill 100 people without breaking a sweat and my character doesn’t have an infinite amount of gil/aether to throw at her problems.

In other words: I prefer things that sound like they should be difficult/impossible, to actually BE meaningful and not a daily/mundane occurrence.

Last but not least: not a fan of extensive inner monologues in serious RP. Just not my thing.

THEMES: I’m open to pretty much anything, from Comedy to Angst and anything in between. Other examples are: Slice of Life, Violence/Gore, Mystery, Romance, Adventure/Action, Mature/Dark, Relationships (friendship/enemies/family/teacher/student/work), Antagonistic, Supernatural, Tribal and Erotica/ERP (but no Fetish stuff, see below).

Please note that I don’t usually jump into the darker/more serious themes willy-nilly, and prefer build-up and suspense over one-shot encounters. I also don’t pre-ship, and have NO interest in instant hookups or random ERP with no character context/development.

AVAILABILITY: I am an EU player in the CEST timezone (6 hours ahead of ET) with a job, so I won’t be on much during NA prime time during the week, but I’m usually available on the weekends and am a night owl. For RP during the week, other EU contacts and people with EU-friendly schedules are preferred, during the weekend I adjust to ET times as best I can.

Another option is RP via Discord, but I prefer to have an established connection via in-game RP first before moving to that channel at all.

CONTACT INFO

Tumblr DM/Comment (@ChocoboDreams/@Eorzean-tale)

In Game (Q'talhdi Belhi)

Discord - please ask in DM

#balmung rp #balmung #lfrp balmung #ffxiv balmung #lf rp #rp connections #balmung rp connections #lfrp ffxiv #ffxiv lfrp #ff14 rp #boosts appreciated #final fantasy 14 #final fantasy xiv #ff14 #ffxiv #miqo'te #balmung lfrp

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ladye11e · 7 years ago

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Deception pt 25

The conflict between the Assassins and the Templars is getting out of hand. Lies, deceit and subterfuge, now you must pick a side...

Forever tagging @geekgoddess813 @sweet-flash @ermergerd517 @i-wontgivein @imakemyownblog 😊

Sorry to keep you all waiting, I got distracted by the lurvely Master Kenway jr 😂

If anyone else would like a tag, shoot me a dm!

Link to the full fic so far is Here.

Pulling up the collar of your jacket to try and hide your completely ravaged neck, you waltzed into the very well to do suit shop leisurely, immediately looking around for one of the salespeople. You spotted the only one quickly at the other side of the store, but he was already with a customer, so you perused the women's section and flicked through the jackets while you waited for him to be available.

Just as you were becoming bored of looking, you spun around when you felt a light tap on your shoulder, the attendant greeting you with an enthusiastic smile.

"Good morning ma'am, is there something I can help you with? We have a fine selection of wool..."

You cut off his sales pitch by raising your hand and shaking your head, as what you wanted wasn't actually in the store.

"I'm looking for something in particular. Something to help me hide in plain sight."

"Of course. If you would follow me, ma'am, I know exactly what you are looking for." He replied, waving his arm to the businessman who just walked in, letting him know he would return in a moment.

Following him to the back of the store and up the stairs towards the offices, you placed your yet another new phone in a box that was sat on a pedestal at the end of the corridor, closing it as the man swiped his security card through a mechanism on the otherwise barren wall, revealing a palm scanner. Placing your hand on the device, you took a step back when it read your print and the outline of a door appeared on the wall, stepping inside when it slid silently to the right, revealing a dimly lit room filled full of people, computers and desks.

Walking down the middle aisle while glancing at the operatives with headsets on; that were either typing furiously at their computers or talking to someone in a language you didn't understand, you stopped when you got to the front, staring at the wall-sized screen with a map of the world on it. You crinkled your nose at all of the flickering dots scattered over it, quickly guessing that there were about fifty red ones, and nearly double that again in blue.

"Bella (name)! So good to see you!"

You spun around to face the voice that had called out to you, smiling gently when you received a fond kiss on your right cheek, then on your left.

"Mentor Auditore. Sorry I didn't have a chance to speak to you at the ball, I was, occupied."

"That is quite all right principessa, I did not expect you to. And as I have told you before, please call me Ezio. We have been through far too much together to be so formal."

Nodding as he placed his hand on the small of your back, you let him lead you to a side room on the left, which you knew to be his personal office. You were about to slump down in the chair until you noticed him frown as he took his seat on the other side of his desk, sitting up straight and placing your hands in your lap quickly. Your mentor believed that all women were all confident, majestic creatures, and should always carry themselves as such, so if sitting uncomfortably for a few moments would appease him, so be it.

"As happy as I am to see you, why are you here? Is it your mission?" He asked hesitantly, adorning a slight look of worry as his eyes flickered over you.

"No Ment...Ezio. I'm actually here for some advice, I hope you can help."

You proceeded to fill him in about your new skill, choosing to carefully omit the parts about how you couldn't feel guilt, anger or fear anymore, in essence, all of the characteristics of a cold-blooded killing machine. Making you the perfect assassin, and that was definitely not something you had any desire of doing, feelings or not. When you had finished, you just sat there while he pondered for a moment, clasping his hands and placing his index fingers over his lips with a mix of intrigue and wonder.

"Well, I must say that I am curious to learn more about this talento. I have heard of such a thing once before, but to my knowledge, no assassin alive is blessed with such a gift. Tell me, what were you doing when it first appeared?"

"Hmm, I was upset. Like, really upset, and angry, my, umm, friend was in trouble. Then it just, appeared, out of nowhere." You mumbled, hoping that was a good enough explanation.

"I see. A traumatic experience can bring out the best, and the worst in us mio cara. Perhaps it would be wise for us to test your ability?"

You bit your lip and nodded eagerly as you had been hoping he would say that, but you stopped when he opened the top drawer of his desk and took out a manilla coloured file, with the word 'Confidential' stamped over it and gently placed it in front of himself.

"Eccellente, we shall do that in a moment then. First, you may as well give me a report while you are here. Signor Kenway, he still trusts you?"

"Yes. There has been a slight, hiccup but nothing I can't smooth over."

The corner of your eye twitched when he glowered and sat back in his chair, pinching the bridge of his nose and sighing in slight annoyance.

"Be sure that happens, you know you must be prepared to do anything necessary to keep his confidence. What of the one known as the Assassin Hunter? Has he been revealed to you yet?"

Your pulse jumped through the roof when you knew what he meant by, anything, so you knew you had better come up with an alternative. Fast. He fiddled with the edge of the file as if he were about to reveal something to you, but with ease you managed to keep a completely straight face and shake your head softly, making him look slightly confused.

"Not yet, but I'm close. It's only a matter of time."

Cocking your head when he finally flipped open the folder, spinning it around and sliding it towards you, you flicked over the grainy photo of a man dressed all in black that you had seen many times before, inhaling sharply when you spotted there was another underneath it. It wasn't very clear, just like the first, but it was unmistakably the same person, holding a sword against your neck.

"No? This was taken from the security cameras at your last mission in London. Are you sure you are not mistaken?"

"I assure you, that is not the Assassin Hunter. A copycat maybe?" You giggled to hide your deception, slightly surprised at how easily lies were tumbling out of your mouth. "I could have beaten that man without a problem, but I was distracted by Connor and Jacob. If I could just tell them...."

You were silenced by him raising his hand and taking the file back off you, snapping it shut and returning it into the drawer with a slam.

"I have told you before (name), no one knows of this, other than yourself and I. We have been doing this a long time, and we cannot risk anyone interfering now. He is dangerous and extremely cunning to be kept hidden for so long, he must be stopped at all costs."

Sighing at your minor ear bashing, you lowered your head somberly and collapsed back into your chair, pouting at the narrowing of his eyes when you did so.

"Oh don't look at me like that, you know I'm not one for all that la de dah stuff."

He chuckled as he got up and walked around his desk to stand beside you, taking your hands to pull you up to standing and gesturing for you to follow him back out of his office, and to the other side of the main room.

"I know, I am surprised you managed it for that long. By the way, I was pleased to hear that you had taken some time off cara, six years undercover must be taking its toll by now."

Merely shrugging your shoulders as you walked up a couple of steps and over the raised platform, you squinted when you entered the training room, never being able to get used to the brightness of it. Why it was all painted brilliant white you had no idea, as on occasion a few injuries had happened, leaving faint blood stains on the floor and walls. Dropping your bag next to one of the weapon racks, you kicked off your shoes and took off your coat before joining Ezio on the mats, slightly bewildered when he spun you around and tied a thin blindfold over your eyes. Vaguely aware that he had dimmed the lights as you couldn't see anything now, you could only hear the sound of shuffling and something being taken off one of the frames.

"Concentrate (name). Clear your mind, and try to find me."

You cocked your head towards his voice coming from behind you, breathing slowly through your nose and putting all of your focus on trying to pinpoint where he was. After several attempts of him moving about and calling your name, you sighed heavily when nothing would come to you.

"This isn't working. Maybe...Ow!! What was that for?!"

Yelping when you got rapped around the back of your legs with what you now recognised as a bamboo practise sword, you spun around and lashed out, your arm finding nothing but air as he laughed softly.

"Perhaps making you angry would coax it out of hiding hmm?"

You knew that was going to be impossible, but you decided to indulge him anyway, thrashing out and gritting your teeth when he struck your arm this time, hoping he would come up with another solution soon before you ended up covered head to toe in bruises. After about fifteen minutes of the expected outcome of his 'coercing', he let out a heavy sigh and began tapping the sword on the floor, before gently poking you on the back with it to get your attention.

"It looks like your head is just as stubborn as the rest of you." He chuckled, before nudging you once more. "One last try. Think of something you care about, that makes you happy."

"But..."

"Do not argue with me cara, we may be friends, but I am still your mentor. Do as you are told."

Grumbling under your breath and pulling yourself straight, you swallowed hard as an image of you and Shay dancing on the ship popped into your head, immediately making your cheeks, and the rest of you feel warmer. You gasped when it suddenly felt like you had been plunged into icy cold water, grabbing your head for a moment when a loud thumping boomed in your head, then dropping your hands when it eventually quietened to something a lot more manageable. Spinning around quickly when the beat moved to behind you, you raised your arm when it sped up slightly, blocking the bamboo when he struck out once more.

"Ah, results at last! Follow me, if you can (name)."

As Ezio was extremely proficient in stealth, not a single decibel of his movements reached you as he moved, so you had nothing but his heartbeat to go by as you tracked him around the room. It took quite a bit of concentration; nearly losing him twice, and you had the beginnings of a headache after a few minutes, but you managed to keep up with him, and even stop him from hitting you with the sword on a couple of occasions. You rubbed your eyes when he undid the blindfold for you and let it drop to the floor, grinning when you saw that he had a very pleased and proud expression as he patted your shoulder gently.

"Well done. I think with more training you this will become an immenso asset to you. Can I ask what you thought about?"

"Connor." You blurted out a little too quickly before you could stop yourself. "He is my closest friend, so it made sense."

Pulling your shoes back on and grabbing your bag, you refused to look him in the eye when he crossed his arms and slightly glared at you; as if he was about to scold a young child, his gaze settling on your neck before you had the chance to get your coat back on and cover everything up.

"You have changed caro. I wasn't prying, I was just wondering. If you didn't want to say then that's alright, but there was no reason to lie to me."

You exhaled long and slow as he had just confirmed that, that was the first time he had thought you had fabricated anything, but you covered it up by lowering your head and fidgeting nervously with your collar as you made your way out of the training room.

"I-I'm sorry, I just didn't think you'd approve..."

"Hush. It is not the best of timing, but you cannot stop the heart principessa. Even I am painfully aware of that. I'm assuming the gentleman from the ball? Just make sure it doesn't interfere with your work."

"It won't, I promise." You lied yet again after biting your lip and nodding, then smiling when he stopped and kissed your cheek again as you got to the main door.

"Good. Now go and fix whatever has happened with Kenway, before it becomes too late."

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