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[warden-draws-sometimes]

YEAH "OH DEAR" WAS DEFINITELY THE RIGHT WORD CHOICE

Ollie didn’t have high enough security clearance to have access to a single detail about what had happened to Phoenix and Mr. Crane.

Later in the day, another memo was issued assuring the EOD that the board had every hope of getting their top agent and their handler back, along with orders to keep every eye and ear open and immediately report any signs of them.

It quickly became clear that no other details were to follow.

Ollie wasn’t sure if the first part was just to quell panic over the star of the Agency getting burned or not, but it sure didn’t make him feel better. Phoenix was out there somewhere, almost certainly in trouble, and no one at the Agency was allowed to help them. He had no idea if Mr. Crane was even still alive.

…No one had even bothered to tell him in person that his friends weren’t coming home.

first ~ prev ~ next

*pounding my fists on the table* angst angst angst angst

i’ve decided that i’m going to set a very soft schedule of a new part every Thursday, but i’m making no promises lol

[kingkaisen]

HISTORICAL || LEVI A.

you & levi are historical figures.

OVER ONE HUNDRED YEARS AFTER THE BATTLE OF HEAVEN AND EARTH . . .

Eliza Harper was not particularly interested in history.

In fact, she often dozed off in the middle of class, right at her desk, listening to her teacher explain what exactly a titan was.

“Ugly monsters that have been extinct for like a hundred years now, I know, I know!” She would think, resting her chin in her palm as she watched the clock tick.

Every second that passed by was one second closer to being able to go home and hang out with her friends.

But, today, she learned about a group of heroes. A group of rather dashing heroes.

Her best friend, Anna, rambled on and on about being the descendant of an Eldian hero named F/N L/N, who — according to paragraph 3, section A — married another hero named Levi Ackerman.

And, well, that led to Eliza and her friends all hovering over a history book in the middle of their lunch period.

“This guy right here is really cute,” One redheaded girl said, pointing to a photograph of a blonde-haired man.

Eliza scanned her eyes over the tiny paragraph below his photo, squinting as she read his name aloud, “Armin Arlert . . . fifteenth commander of the Survey Corps . . . blah blah blah . . . oh! He’s the one who killed Eren Yee-gar!”

“It’s Yeager, idiot,” Anna said, playfully rolling her eyes. “But that’s not what really happened. This woman right here,” Anna leaned over, flipping two pages ahead. “This woman right here is named Mikasa Ackerman. The story in my family goes that she’s the one who really killed Eren! Such a shame, too. Eren was pretty handsome.”

“Okay,” the redheaded girl scoffed, “you did not just call that mass murderer cute.”

“How would you even know that?” Eliza blinked up at Anna, who took a bite of her sandwich, getting crumbs all over the history book. “There aren’t any real pictures of him. Just drawings. How can you say whether or not they’re accurate?”

“Have you been listening?” Anna took another bite of her sandwich. “I’m pretty much related to these people! I know everything. Did you know Levi Ackerman and F/N L/N were the strongest titan killers ever? And I’m related to them, so you guys should be a little nicer to me.”

The other two girls giggled.

Truth be told, Anna had often brought evidence to school regarding her family status in the form of old letters and pictures. But, even without the evidence, no one would dare question her story, as it meant that not only did she have some Eldian blood running through her veins, but she was related to former Island Devils as well. And peace was a funny thing. Not everyone in Marley had picked peace over hatred, and they raised their families to have the same poisonous mindset.

Things were better, certainly, but they weren’t perfect.

Even so, Anna was undeniably proud of her ancestors; she flipped through the history book eagerly with glistening eyes that shined bright with admiration.

“Tell us something else about these people,” Eliza smiled at Anna, who leaned in instantly with a wide grin of her own.

“Okay, so,” flipping a couple of pages, Anna paused as she spoke, “F/N L/N and Levi Ackerman didn’t get married and have children until after the great battle, but they were in love with each other for years before then! Both of them were in the Scout regiment together, fighting titans and saving each other’s lives — it’s so cute! And-And decades later, Y/N died of old age, and Levi died of a broken heart right after.”

“Well,” the redhead darted her eyes between her two friends, “that’s depressing.”

“Can you imagine someone loving you so much that when you pass away, they die soon after because they’re so heartbroken? I hope I can love someone that much someday,” Eliza sighed softly.

“Me too,” Anna said.

The three girls continued to flip through the history book together, even bothering to plan out who they’d want to dress up as for their school’s upcoming Dress Up Day.

As Eliza looked down at your photograph on page 57, she so desperately wanted to dress up as you, her favorite historical figure.

And, as she flipped the page to take a look at your deceased husband, she so desperately wanted to experience an adventurous love story as great as yours as well.

[floweryanarchy]

Ahh!! That makes much more sense!! I thought it was a more historical au. I actually love that especially since there was a lot of controversial and bad things happening during the western expansion. So is Raphael an informant? And what's the lore on Kethrin, Orin, and Gortash? (If you have developed the lore for them yet ofc). I know this is just a fun project I just love this au sm and want to know more lmao -the unnamed anon

Eeeeee I love these kind of questions because I have so many notes and bits of lore I just have no idea how to compile them into a post.

The big three have basically the same roles, just fit nicely into old Yee haw territory, here’s what I’ve got so far.

Judge Ketheric Thorm: a cold unyielding law man that executes citizens and criminals alike en masse to keep the town of Moonrise under his rule. There’s no lengths he won’t go to as long as the people remain under his thumb.

Gortash: A self made tycoon who owns half of the railroads in the frontier. His revolutionary progress on industrial technology has created him into a living legend, a brilliant and charming man that was a topic on everyone’s minds and tabloids. It was easy then, amassing power and control over the citizens of Baldurs Gate. His rising power and influence has made him a suitable rival for Ravenguard, a fight for the seat of mayor.

Orin the Red: Not much is known about the ghost rider, any who come into contact with her don’t make it back alive. She's a sadistic killer, and outlaw legend who strives on pure chaos, leaving small towns drenched in blood for reasons no one can understand.

Raphael: An informant, operating within his “House of Hope”. A high class establishment, where the wealthiest men and deadliest criminals gather. Raphael deals in information and blackmail to anyone that can afford his price, which is a slippery slope if you don’t know how to tread carefully. Everyone that crosses paths with him owes him something, and none dare to cross him.

[ragnarockz]

[stumbles into you ask box]

“the worst part is that i trust you. more than anyone else. and it kills me.”

"i kissed someone to forget you. didn’t work. shocking, right?"

“you said you hated me. so why did you come looking when i left?”

- vidal/agnes pls 🫡😍

(or just one of these if 3 is too much! Thank youuu 🫶🏽)

Tip Jar 💰

“the worst part is that i trust you. more than anyone else. and it kills me.”

FEATURING MY COWBOY!AU OF AGNES AND VIDAL! 🤠🤠🐎🌵

yee fucking haw but not in the way you expect it to be!

We Ride at Dusk playlist

She rode in from town before the sky could even blush pink; not unlike her face and neck when I pressed my lips to them and smothered her in kisses and soft bites. Her hat was pulled down low over her eyes and I couldn't tell if they were cloudless blue or, the way the sky changes darker when the stars come out. Deep and brooding.

That was Agnes all the time, unless of course, she had that smirk splayed upon her lips like someone holding back a secret. She didn't have many of them, secrets, not with how the way she looked at me and let her fingers dance upon my forever-warm skin.

"Why the hell do we stay out here anyway?"

I could tell she didn't mean what she said as she dropped from her horse and led him away over to mine. I waited for Agnes to come back; waited for her to tip her hat back so I could say my answer to her face.

But, she never tipped it back. She just ducked her way into our tent and waited for me to follow her inside.

"Ask me again, Agnes."

She turned her head to look at me and scanned my face as if all the answers to life out here would be revealed. Her chin jutted forward and her voice dropped low as she started undressing in front of me.

"Why the hell...do we stay out here?"

I know I couldn't look away from her; not with the look she was giving me in return. She was gauging just how quick she needed to be to make an exit or, how many steps to fully embrace me depending on my answer she was waiting for to fall out of my mouth.

"Because, Agnes, no one out there wants either of us..."

This landscape is unrelenting in ways people believe they know but fail to ever discover, experience. She and I knew it always, like an extra sun-bleached bone in our bodies that never failed to remind us that we were different.

Harsh and hot; mysterious and cold. These two things existed in tandem just like the two of us. Dancing always between beautiful and terrifying.

That lazy, sly grin bloomed over Agnes' lips before she licked them and stared me down like I was the only source of life left in the desert.

In some ways, I fully was.

The worst part was that sometimes, Agnes didn't realize it. Those were times, like now, where she kicked off her dust-coated boots and dropped to the floor of the tent and found herself rummaging through her things as if a thief had come in here during the night and stole her reasons.

She was, at times, someone without reason. No thief could take what wasn't there.

"What happened this morning?"

It was my turn to ask questions as Agnes turned to watch me from over her bare shoulder.

"You joining me?"

Her response flew over my words in a desperate attempt to dodge and seduce me at the same time.

Snake coiling around a mouse.

Her face was open and unafraid and that made me feel the same, so much so that I did decide to join her. I undressed as if my clothes were suddenly set on fire from the desert heat that still managed to seep into our tent.

I heard her blow air out through her nose and shift her weight against the floor of the tent as if that phantom limb between her legs was making her uncomfortable. I didn't dare look down into her lap as she turned herself around to face me.

"The people in town don't like me...or you..."

"I wonder why that is."

She snorted louder and drew her leg up and away; sitting with one knee up to her chest and her left leg down straight out on the floor. Her right forearm rested on her high knee which caused her right breast to raise slightly.

She looked dangerous; just like the scorpions that hid in between the cool, shaded rocks. She wanted me to put my hand in between her and wait foolishly for her to strike.

I watched her watch me as I took two and a half steps over to her before I myself dropped to my hands and knees in between her strong legs. She blew out her cheeks; prideful and smug. The scorpion was winning ever so slowly.

"The people in town...think we're up to no good..."

Agnes whispered as her eyes fell to stare at my bottom lip. Her hand reached out to cup the side of my face and her calloused thumb brushed over the curve of my jaw which ticked in anticipation against her skin.

I melted, like most things do in the desert, under that touch. Craved it like the last drop of water from my canteen. Desired it like the last wool blanket thrown over myself in the dangerously cold night.

"The people...don't trust us, Vidal..."

Slow and steady like a desert tortoise, Agnes' words fell from her chapped lips before she pulled me closer. Her mouth ghosted against mine but not fully; not sealing just yet so I, could get my final words in before she struck.

"The worst part is...that I trust you...more than anyone else...and it kills me..."

The moan that rose from her throat invoked my own before we drew together in a heavy kiss. We shut one another up as her hand left my face for more pressing areas of my body. She drew me in close so was basically sitting on her lap with the gnawing desire in the pit of my stomach to help myself.

The shy go hungry or so it was said.

I lifted myself up from her and heard a frustrating moan tumble from her lips. She watched in fury as I moved away, as if I was dissing her and her attempt to woo me even more than she already had. My right hand reached out to her, to her base so I could hold her steady as I sat myself down onto her cock.

The moan that fell from her lips then was like water hitting the hot sand; sizzling out with such intensity that her hands flew up and grabbed my hips and pushed me down without a second thought. I felt myself fill and stretch and knew for a fact that she was trying her hardest to twitch inside of me.

"Tell me...Vidal...please..."

Agnes really had to force her words out as she helped guide my hips; rolling and grinding down onto her. Her skin was sticky and hot; coated always with a sheen of sweat. The hair on her body curled with moisture just like the ends of her ponytail and it made me smile to see her so vulnerable in front of me, below me.

"...I'll never be able...to get away from you..not ever..."

Agnes threw her head back and let her mouth fall open; eyes closing and the lines between her eyebrows deepened. Those blunt nails of hers dug in deeper, pressed into my hip bones as she lunged upwards in her movements. She wanted me dangerously filled; bubbling over with so much satisfaction that there would be no reason ever for me to get away.

The image of Agnes' wrist rolling with the itchy coil of rope held loose in her fingers seeped into my mind as I let my body take over and my mind drift away. Her wrist kept rolling before she whistled long and loud and the flick of her wrist came forward and the rope left her fingers. She had managed to wrangle in something out in that valley; something that she wasn't going to let get away.

"comeonVidal...come for me...you...sweetfucking thing...fuck..."

I tried to pull my mind back as Agnes' words pressed into the side of my face; hot and wet just as the growing intensity between our legs had followed suit. She knew I was close by the way my breath continued to hitch higher in my throat before it evaporated into nothing and then, like a clash of thunder, a deep, rolling wave fell in a low moan.

I fell forward then, exhausted from her and from the way my body took too much that it was almost too much. I could feel my lower abdomen hold tight and then relax and a deep, sinking feeling filled me and I felt a warm rush not unlike those falls Agnes and I had rode out to see. I felt her hand move around my hip to rub at my lower back; lazy and desperate as she soothed me down from my orgasm. I took my chances here to breathe large mouthfuls of air.

The rope tightened then around my neck and the crunch of boots against hot rocks and sand came closer. It was Agnes, always Agnes as she stood there before me with the sun at her back. Hat tipped low so I couldn't see her eyes; secrets she couldn't hide from me.

Not now, not ever.

[iboatedhere]

Hi friend! Thanks for asking for prompts!

I’d love to request a fic based on a prompt from the June list - Peaches 🍑 (any interpretation you like 😏). Can’t wait to see what your awesome brain comes up with! ❤️❤️

start with a little inspo

"I'm having a full-on crisis."

"Henry, darling," Pez says over the line, "you'll have to be a tad more specific. You open a conversation this way at least three times a week." 

"This is the most urgent. This is the one that will have me change my name, grow a beard, and flee to the woods. It was lovely knowing you, Percy. Truly."

"I'm not entirely sure you could pull off a beard," Pez says. "Too blond and too pale. It'll just blend right in."

Henry groans.  

"Perhaps plastic surgery," Pez offers. "Although it would be a shame to cut up that gorgeous face." 

"Percy—."

"I'm sure I could find you an excellent surgeon. Let me make a few calls."

"Please go ahead and do that because I'm hanging up."

"I'm sorry, I'll stop," Pez says with a laugh that negates his promise. "Tell me what's wrong. You'll feel better once you do."

"I might have, accidentally, slightly, sexually harassed a politician on Instagram."

"That's quite the adventurous statement," Pez says after a moment. "Care to elaborate for me, Haz?"

"I don't even know where to start."

"The beginning, love." 

"You know how dreadful I am at social media."

"Indeed. If I had a penny for every time you accidentally posted a screenshot or sent me a DM filled with gibberish, I would never need to tap into my trust fund."

"Yes, well, there's this man that I follow—."

"The politician? Haz, if you dare tell me that you've taken an interest in some old, white dolt—."

"He is none of those things. He's quite young, and I believe he's said his father is Mexican—."

"Oh, you believe?" Pez says as if he already knows Henry has hung on to his every word since he followed him. 

"He's brilliant," Henry continues, "and beautiful."

"But still a politician."

"He's pro all the correct things, Pez. Nobody is perfect, but he's as close as I've seen."

"And you sexually harassed him?"

"Slightly. Accidentally. And via Instagram, which I know doesn't make it any better."

"What is his name?"

"Unimportant."

"You do realize I can find him by looking through your followers. It's the price you pay for only following one hundred people."

"I like to keep my feed neat and organized. Plus, the fewer people I follow, the less of a chance I have of embarrassing myself."

"And yet here we are."

"Indeed."

"Henry George Edward James Fox. What in the world did you do?"

"Well. He posted this photo to his stories, and I meant to scroll past it—."

"Did you?"

"I meant to screenshot it," Henry admits. 

"That's more like it. Do continue."

"I meant to screenshot it and then move on—."

"Wank off."

Henry hangs up. If Pez isn't going to be helpful, then they don't need to have a conversation. 

Thirty seconds later, Pez calls him, and Henry picks up against his better judgment. 

"Is his name Alex Claremont-Diaz?"

"Pez!"

"He's not hard to find. Running for New York's 11th Congressional District. Originally from Austin, Texas. Yee-haw."

"Pez, please, I'm dying."

"Moved to Manhattan to attend NYU law, then relocated to Brooklyn where he decided to try his hand at politics. Seems to volunteer a lot and posts quite a few thirst traps. I'm telling you, Haz. A man in a well-fit suit is a thousand times sexier than one with his shirt off."

"Did you look at his stories?"

"Looking now. A photo of the Brooklyn Bridge. Basic.  A Goldendoodle in the park. Adorable. A little photoshoot. Oh. Oh my. I see."

Henry hums, knowing precisely what Pez is looking at. 

Congressional hopeful, Alex Claremont-Diaz, facing sideways toward the camera in a jumper and khaki pants. 

"Certainly has a body on him, doesn't he? What did you accidentally say to him?"

"I didn't say anything. But I somehow sent him the peach emoji."

There's a moment of silence and then bubbling laughter. "Oh, Henry," he wheezes. 

"I don't know, my finger slipped on the screen or something, and then that little bar came up on the bottom, and the peach emoji auto-filled. I tried to delete it, but I hit send instead. Then I tried to delete that, but I couldn't, and now I'm panicking."

"Oh, darling."

"I don't know what to do. I'm so embarrassed I could die."

"I do think you're overthinking this a bit. The hopeful congressman did post that photo for a reason."

"So you think he was looking for this kind of reaction?"

"He's young, gorgeous, and very clearly knows it if he's taking GQ photo shoots and posting them to his socials. Plus, the angle of this shot…I think it's safe to say he got plenty of peaches sent his way."

"Oh," Henry says, doing an awful job of hiding his disappointment. He spends entirely too much of his time thinking about this man, and in return, he's barely a blip on his radar. "Okay. I suppose it's not as dire as I thought."

"As long as he doesn't block you, I think you're just fine."

"Okay," Henry says again as his phone dings. He pulls it away from his ear and looks down at a new Instagram notification. 

"Oh bloody hell," he breathes when he realizes what he's looking at. "It's a message from him."

Pez gasps. "What does it say?"

Henry holds his breath as he opens Instagram. "He sent me a photo of myself. That ridiculous one you made me post from during our trip to The Hamptons."

"The one in your swimsuit? By ridiculous, you must mean how ridiculously hot you looked. Posting that was a public service."

"I beg to differ," Henry says as another message appears. "Oh. Oh."

"What?" Pez asks. "What?"

"He sent the eggplant emoji. What does that mean?"

"Oh, Henry," Pez says, "love. It means you'll have quite the story to tell the grandkids."

[physics-of-one-piece]

Part 13 of Punk Hazard Dub watch party

617

Zoro racing over leaving dust how fast he’s running and STILL going the wrong way 🤣🤣

I just want Doflamingo to carry me like Zoro carries Tashigi. Yes, like a sack of flour on his shoulder. Yes, I don’t mind.

“Just put me down! This is embarrassing!”

“There’s no time for that now! You’re staying right where you are!” You listen to Dub Zoro, Tashigi. Let him carry you, Tashigi. I’d listen to Dub Zoro. Why run when you have a big strong fast man carrying you? Stop trying to look the gift horse in the mouth, Tashigi!

Dub Zoro won my heart, I was not expecting that. I knew Dub Doffy, I was ready for that, in fact I expected it. But Dub Zoro? Of all dubs, Dub Zoro? Did not expect that, at all!

Okay so, I have a question… did Law get nerfed a bit for Dressrosa Arc or did that just appear like that to me cus Doffy just is overall faster and could avoid the slashes with ease which then makes it seem like Law is nerfed?

Vergo still going after Law, man, what a sore loser.

All props to G-5 soldiers for Mocha & the kids, they really really helped

“That was cruel.” Rich of Vergo to talk about cruel.

“You don’t mess around when you want revenge.” No, Law does not mess around.

Law cutting his head in half and stopping Vergo’s monologue, good job, Law.

How dare Caesar call that the true power of science? As a scientist… not approved

Caesar sure is stupid. Basic science here, buddy. Luffy needs more space for the fist he’s gonna use.

“Now, Third Gear!” Here he goes!

“I’m gonna finish you now, so I never see you again!”

Hey, the OST that played when Luffy blocked Rebecca’s sword and returned is playing here too!

And Luffy beat him! Yaay 🥳🥳🎉🎉

Doffy in the preview! 🎉🎉🎉 Gosh he’s so handsome 😍

618

Zoro worrying about Chopper, big brother Zoro awww

Hahahah Law & Smoker dragging the cart AHAHAHAHAHA LOOK AT THEM HAHAAHAH

Law thinking of the kids and the injured he is a true doctor awww 😭😭😭 Rosi would probably break out crying. Like me 😭😭😭😭

“Traffy!” Sooo cuteee

Luffy telling Law he punched Caesar through the tunnel

“No! The plan was to kidnap him!”

“Why? He sucks!”

HAHAHAHA I LOVE THEM

Doffy burning the entire town to ash. He’s just doing for Baby 5 what Trebol, Pica & Diamante did for him when he was a kid and when he fell on an uneven road in a town. Gosh 🤣🤣

Eight men, eight towns. Omg, I feel so bad for Baby 5, she probably hasn’t had sex yet bcs of Doffy’s overprotective dad tendencies 😭

“Why won’t he let me be happy?!” 🤣 But also 😭

“That’s just how he shows his love. He’s just protective.” YEAH! That’s just… Doffy’s style… of showing love 🥺

“Him blowing up a town or two is just a sign of how much he cares.” I’m using this line in Merlot & Primroses 🤣🤣

Ewww, good on Doffy for killing the guy that’s a predator not a boyfriend. He looks old enough to be Baby 5’s grandfather!

I love how Buffalo is trying to help “Just because someone asks, you don’t gotta say yes.” Bless Buffalo.

SHE HAS 50 NEWSPAPER SUBSCRIPTIONS? BABY 5, NOOO 😭😭

98 million in debt 😭😭 hang on, if berries equal yen and they do…

657 thousand dollars! Omg 😱😱😱😱

Aaaand then Buffalo takes advantage of it. No, Buffalo, no gambling! Gosh 🤣🤣🤣

OOOH, BACK TO DRESSROSA

DOFFY DOFFY DOFFY DOFFY

🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🥳🥳🥳🥳🩷🩷🩷💕💕🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

He has no right looking this good! 😭😭

“What’s up?” Dub Doffy 😍😍

“Is that so?”

(gulps) Yeah, Dub Doffy scares me as much as Sub Doffy.

“I don’t care what state he’s in, grab Caesar immediately. Get out of there and bring him to Dressrosa.”

Omg, Dub Doffy nails the laugh, hoooly shit, yees. 1000/10.

Oh, I noticed a little detail! Doffy’s got his pink jolly roger on his cufflinks instead of the pirates skull crossbones one!

See!

SO CUTEE! 🥰🥰🥰

Myb the skull crossbones one is on other side of the cufflink?

“Buncha damn rookies. Blow up the lab, what the hell do I care? It’ll take more than that to beat me. All that matters is Caesar. As long as I have him, I can make all the SAD I need.” oh man Dub Doffy sounds so arrogant and smug and sexy, such a crime boss I love him

he’s sooo 🫠😳🩷🥵💋👌🏻

And Dub Doffy still laughing, love it

Dub Doffy is so sexy I cannot with him, this is UNFAIR

(619 in reblog cus I used the pics limit)

[manic-sapphic]

~~absolutely love that adora kinda looks insulted when she demands prime let catra go and his response is "i'll give her to you - if you want her.."

i hear the look on her face saying "oooh you mf'er how dare you - ofc i want this btch why else would i be here ?? i want her and only her tbh - (i just don't know it yet but i will def doomslay ur entire flagship if u don't gimme this kitty fr")

- (every time i watch catra hold herself, just tryna keep from falling apart - i fall apart. just a teeny tiny bit. itty bitty shred of my jagged stone heart chips off, but idc tho - she's worth it <3)

( also - the way adora tries to stand but her legs give way beneath her is just another addition to the list of reasons it's all so heart breakingly gut wrenching [yee i combo'd the phrases - it feels warranted fr] cause the fact she can't stand tells the audience she's gotta be in a lot of pain too that is only healed after she suddenly transforms- and she's ignoring that pain, so focused on catra that we don't even see her react to it aside from being unable to stand.. damnit adora <3 )

~~sooo the promise moment really is just - ahhh. gets to me. i read it as this unspoken question that catra knows she doesn't need to explain - she just needs to say one word and knows adora will understand what she's truly asking -

"promise?" - i read this as catra not just asking if adora promises to take her home - but asking for a much deeper, broader hope of reinstating their first promise. to stick together and look out for each other.

a promise that was broken by both of them tbh but at this point catra decided to keep it for what she figured would be her last chance to do so in corridors, and then here in save the cat adora comes back and holds up her side of their promise as well.

after all that time apart as enemies, they each risked their lives and more and fulfilled a promise that seemed long forgotten. and i see catra here as putting forth a desperate, hopeful plea to agree on renewing that promise for good- and not just taking her home, but acknowledging that what home really means is the two of them staying together, no matter what.

and without hesitation, adora replies, "i promise."

she understands what catra's really asking; imo there are so many words that pass between them during and just after save the cat that are never actually said - thank you's and apologies and explanations that they mutually recognize and know the other feels and genuinely means w/o ever needing to make each other say it.

mistakes were made on both sides & they've both realized by then that sticking together was and always had been what they needed to do, cause they were finally starting to admit to themselves that what they both really needed all along, more than anything else, was each other. <3

ps i thought i'd tack on my previous rant about adora choosing to jump down after catra in save the cat cause that moment makes my heart implode every time~

(& cause when she does that - it's her keeping the promise that she had just restored. it's her determined refusal to ever, ever break it again - no matter what. even if it kills her - just like catra in the finale, fighting the monster and refusing to leave when adora tells her to. these lovelies would much rather die w each other than live without the other - and they definitely figure that out the hard way, but the only thing that really matters is that they do figure it out~~)

---jump in save the cat rant---

when adora chooses to jump down after catra, the fact that she is, innately, she-ra is still something adora has almost no clue of whatsoever. her expression lingers in the frame just before she throws herself down after catra, recalling the fixed look of equally determined resolve we see on catra’s own face in corridors when the decision to save glimmer (and, yes, most importantly to catra, save adora by extension) is cemented in her mind; a decision catra makes, mind you, not expecting to survive it. and imo, same goes for adora & this moment in save the cat.

adora chooses to follow catra into the darkness, despite her currently regarding her connection to she-ra as gone and having no expectation of manifesting the nearly invincible power she could rely on from being she-ra in the past (and therefore lacking any way to heal catra, even if she could get them both to safety, there’s no way she’s unaware that catra’s body is pretty much guaranteed to be broken beyond repair after the shock her nervous system got from prime when disabling the chip, coupled with the long fall.)

and to me - the most poignant thing this tells the audience about adora making this choice is that she didn’t leap down after catra because she was clinging to the hope that, somehow, she could still save her.

instead, she willingly fell to depths unknown, the landing completely obscured by shadows that she just watched consume catra, simply because she knew that catra would be down there all on her own, and there was absolutely no fucking way that adora wasn’t going to make damn sure she was there to hold her. even if that meant jumping after her and possibly dying down there together. it just meant that much to adora for catra not to have to face the end alone... i mean, wtf dude, it's jaw-dropping in the best way ever <3

[herzblau]

Folge 3

English translation by @tikay21 💙💙💙 The visit to the aquarium turns out to be a surprise for Dilen, as Adrian and Donni immediately pull him into a hug. Adrian: Dilen, bro! I’m so happy you came along! Donni: Yeah, bro, it feels so good to see you again! Dilen: Guys, I’m happy to see you too, but do you really have to squeeze me like that? Perr: Donni, Adrian, you can let go of him now. He’s only been gone for two weeks. Jess: Exactly! If anyone gets to hold on to him, it’s me! Adrian: Oh, come on, Jess, you’re always around him. Let us have a bit of him too! Dilen: Hehe, don’t think I’m gonna split myself into three just for you! Donni: So tell me, Dilen, are you coming back to training now? Jess: He’s already been there. You sleepyheads were the ones missing! Perr: Guys, I don’t mean to interrupt your reunion, but I’d really like to see the fish. So let’s move, or we’ll still be standing at the entrance tomorrow. Dilen: Whoa! Look at those fish. I’ve never seen ones that big before! Jess: You should go fishing with Donni sometime. He catches ones that big too - on a good day. Donni: Any news about the gig yet? Perr: The organizer said he’ll get back to me next week. So we’ll have to wait a bit longer, but we can use the time for some extra training. Donni: Sounds good. Let’s go over the routine again later. Now that everyone’s here, it’s the perfect chance. Dilen jumped on Jess’s back and let himself be carried. Dilen: Yee-haw, my pony! To the amphibians! Adrian: Seriously, you two act like kids. Get a room already! Jess: Do you like frogs? Dilen: Nah, I think they're gross - all slimy and stuff. Jess: Well, not always slimy, but they’re supposed to taste like chicken. Dilen grabbed Jess and pushed him down. Dilen: Why didn’t you tell me the others would be here?! Jess: Sorry, I had to. Dilen: You liar! What did they pay you? And don’t you dare lie to me. Jess: Hahah! Alright, alright! They paid me ... in pizza. Dilen: For pizza?! You little traitor! I’m gonna punish you at training - three extra laps! Jess: Oh, come on, you’re happy to see them. Dilen: That’s two more laps for you! Jess: Fine, I’ll do the laps. But let’s head back to the others, before they think we’ve gone missing. Dilen: Two more! But you've to carry me! Jess: Hehe, sure. You know I don’t mind carrying you. Donni: Jumps? Come on, there's no way we can pull that off on a stage this small. Perr: I know. We’ll have to tweak the routine a bit. Any ideas? Jess: Come on, let’s go over. They’ll be happy to see you. Dilen: I can’t, Jess. Jess: Seriously, Dilen, they're just really happy you're back. You don’t have to worry - no one’s judging you for what happened. Dilen: Yeah, maybe. I know it's okay to feel guilty. Dr. Koch went over all that with me, but I still feel uncomfortable, Jess. Jess: But you do want to dance, don’t you? Dilen: Yeah, I do. Jess: Then let’s go join them and sit down with the others. Andy: Dilen said no! You should accept that, Jess! Jess: You know what I mean. Stay with us, Dilen. Everyone’s really happy you’re here. Dilen: It’s fine, Jess. I just want to talk to Andy for a minute. Go on ahead. Andy: I missed you. I'm sorry, I just couldn’t stay away any longer. Dilen: It’s fine. But next time, you could at least call me - I’ve got a phone for a reason, you know. Andy: You know how much I hate phones. I'd rather come by in person. Andy kissed the palm of Dilen's hand. Dilen: Oh, you're so old-school sometimes! Andy: Let me be, I want to feel your lips for real, not imagine them through some stupid screen. Dilen whispered: But we’ve got the whole evening for kisses. Though, if you really can’t wait - I’ve got time now, too. Andy couldn’t hold back, he kissed Dilen deeply.

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[honey-minded-hivemind]

Haunted Mansion Au Deathlist:

Logan- snake bite

Laura- Fever

Victor- Old age, goes insane after his family's death

Ororo- Struck by lightning

Hank- Chemistry experiment gone wrong

Peter- Car Crash

Wanda- laced drugs, had a pretty bad trip before death, so now is the most aggressive anti-drug hippie ever

Kurt- trapeze accident

Rogue- gunshot wound

Remy- heist gone wrong, also shot

Kitty- Fell through the rotted floor of the mansion attic when exploring the place on a dare from her friends. Most recent death

Erik- the chandelier chain broke and fell on him. The impact didn't kill him but the sharp, metal, decorative spikes did.

Charles- War Veteran attacked on his way to visit his friend after the war.

Evan- accidentally stabbed by a wild porcupine. He's embarrassed THAT is how he died so he just says he got stabbed. Third most recent death

And if we include some non-evo characters:

Morph- allergic reaction to SFX makeup

Jubilee- firework accident. Second most recent to die. Died 2 weeks before Kitty.

Roberto- house fire

Bobby- fell into a frozen lake

Oh my... you got it right! Those are a unique list of ways to die!

And they all make sense!

Hmmm... how do you think Lance and Todd died? (I can imagine Todd drowning and Lance dying in an earthquake or avalanche?)

Do we want keep Reader as a reincarnated ghost? And if so, do we keep their death of freezing to death?

(Ahaha! That list was perfect! And you kept some of the deaths from the Creed Reader Haunted Mansion AU! Yee!) (Oh, OH! @sugar-soda! I want to make another dark/angst-filled au! Did you like like any of the ideas I had? Did you have any? I thirst for the darkness!)

[olinblogin]

Will you write a Yandere azure lion x fem reader please?😃

Yees :3

I’ll be real I had a bit more of field day on this one making the reader fight back :3

YANDERE AZURE LION X FEM!READER

(TW/CWs — bad ending, reader stabs Azure in the eye, brief detailed gore, reader doesn’t reciprocate)

All was quite well in the brotherhood, banquets each night, lighthearted stories from Wukong of his endeavors in the celestial realm… it was quite nice.

Being the only woman in the brotherhood was actually a bit funny, especially when fighting. Enemies would just assume you couldn’t fight because of the sheer fact you’re a woman, and then you end up kicking their asses proper.

It was another night sat around the table, you were sat between Macaque and YellowTusk. Wukong was telling one of his stories once more, one you’ve heard dozens of times. Even if the amount of times you heard it was likely in the triple-digits, it was still enjoyable. Though you couldn’t help but zone out.

You’ve been recalling how odd Azure Lion has been acting lately.

You’d catch him staring, and he’d always turn his head away quickly.

It got to the point where tonight you made a mental note to confront him of it. Eventually dinner passed, everyone was doing their own things.

You made your way to Azure, tapping his arm. He fur on his arm immediately stood on end, head whipping around to look at you. “Oh— [Y/N]! My apologies, I didn’t see you..” he said with the underlying tremor of nervousness in his voice, ears flattening with embarrassment. “Azure, could I talk to you in private for a moment? I want to speak with you about something.” You said, not acknowledging his statement. He nodded deftly, following you as you brought him into a nearby clearing in the forest where you could speak with privacy.

“Azure, you’ve been acting odd lately. What’s going on?” You asked, crossing your arms and tucking them close to your chest. “I’m afraid I don’t know what you are talking about..” Azure would say with avoidance, playing dumb and averting his gaze.

“Don’t act so coy. You know what I’m talking about. Especially earlier… you keep looking at me strangely and you get all weird when I talk to you. What is your deal?” It’s obvious that Azure did not expect to be confronted about this at all.

His shoulders were tense and he let out a little sigh, deciding to get it over with and say what he wanted to say for the longest time.

“It’s because I.. [Y/N], I think I love you.”

There was a long silence passing by the two of you.. you truly didn’t know what to say… you’d have to let him down softly; you didn’t feel the same way.

“I’m sorry Azure but.. I really don’t feel the same way. I hope we can stay friends..?”

Azure’s ears flattened.. but instead of understanding his face twisted with anger; his muzzle wrinkling in anger at your rejection, no matter how kindly you had rejected him.

“You dare defy me..?! If you won’t accept my confession willingly, I’ll make you accept it by force.”

Azure tried to reach out and grab you, to which you acted quickly by pulling out a knife you smuggled form the dinner; plunging it deep into his eye.

Azure howled in agony as you twisted and dug the knife into his eye. You ripped it out with force. Azure stumbled back, nursing his now severely injure eye as blood and vitreous humor pouring down his face.

Eventually you got ahold of yourself, snapping out of your shock… you turned on your heels and dashed quickly into the forest, never to be seen again by the brotherhood, or anyone for that matter.

Yet Azure kept nursing his now destroyed eye, staring off in the direction you ran… he didn’t chase after you. It was futile anywho; you were one of the swiftest of them that is… he deeply regretted everything. He regretted lashing out and trying to grab you; scaring you so bad.

“I’m sorry [Y/N]. I’ll find you eventually, my dear.”

[deceit-and-knowledge]

Honestly I'm not terribly bothered by your fantasies over your husband. Completely natural behavior. *shrugs.* I mostly research such stuff out of curiosity or boredom. Knowledge is dangerous yet The sheer Bewilderment you can cause by saying an out of pocket fact randomly is worth the knowledge of traumatic things. Also. HOW DARE YEE SPRAY THE LORD LIKE A CAT! HE HAS SAID MULTIPLE TIMES HE IS NOT A CAT! -Fantasy Anon

s: Y-YEAH I'M NOT A CAT <- completely ignoring everything else said because he's embarrassed

[rottenpumpkin13]

It's casual friday at the office and Genesis is rating everyones outfits on a scale from -100 to goddess-like.

Angeal's Hawaiian shirt and socks with sandals: "An atrocity. -80. An utter insult to fashion. How dare you show up like this and cause me visual pain."

Zack's T-shirt that reads I have ADHD - A Damn Hard D***: "Brilliant. Goddess-like. The epitome of good taste."

Lazard's denim jacket, overalls and baseball cap: "Yee-haw. A solid 42."

Sephiroth's red leather....trench coat...and standard SOLDIER uniform with a singular earring: "Fuck you."

[vermilionsun]

Time to yee the haw

Boothill

aka Pom-Pom

➢ Braids Boothill is surprisingly good at it. Since he decided on growing his hair, he had to find ways to keep it out of his face, and braiding was one of them—well, not something he thought of himself, but friends and family liked to do it for him and it just stuck. Now, he occasionally braids his own hair, though his metallic hands make it increasingly difficult.

➢ Hair His hair in general is a topic of its own and it needs to be talked about. Originally, his hair was raven black, but when he was undergoing the lab tests and maintenance, due to different factors, most of his hair turned white. He once looked at a mirror and aside from the dysphoria caused by the metal, the thought that he kinda resembled his dads flashed in his mind. He never looked in a mirror again.

➢ Kids He’s so good with kids. They just love him and no one knows why. Boothill, as the type of guy he is, will try to pretend to be annoyed, yet failing miserably as small hands would cling onto him. (If he could shed tears he would.)

➢ Swearing He actually doesn’t like to swear, thus the weird alternatives he uses. It’s a habit he picked up from having many younger siblings and friends—not wanting to swear in front of them—and one that he kept, no matter how ridiculous it might seem to others. When he adopted his little girl, he would barely not kill anyone who would swear in front of her, despite her being too young to understand.

➢ Nicknames If he happens to form any kind of bond with anyone, he will give them a nickname. They range from random words, a characteristic of the person, to inside jokes, to sweet pet names. And every person has multiple different ones. The only one who remembers them all is the one responsible for them.

➢ Flirting He isn’t the type of guy who will hit on anything that moves under the sun, but he does enjoy some casual flirting and bantering. It’s also his weak spot. If he gets back a more–than–equally flirty response he’s gone. In improbable cases he might even actually faint—if all his remaining blood leaves his brain to reside in his cheeks (a good smack will bring him back) (if you dare).

➢ Stars He and his family used to stargaze together, pointing out constellations and sharing stories. Now, he finds solace in the familiar twinkling lights above, feeling a sense of connection to his loved ones despite them being gone—a bittersweet comfort nestling in his lonely heart.

➢ Zoning out Sometimes his mind is just… elsewhere. He gets lost in thought easily, often planning stuff. Other times, he's simply reminiscing about days lost. It's like he's constantly searching for something that he can't quite grasp, leaving him feeling disconnected from the present moment.

➢ God He had always believed in justice and righteousness and that a higher being was watching over him and his loved ones, yet the destruction of his home shattered his faith in the universe's inherent goodness. He struggled to make sense of the chaos and devastation surrounding him, questioning how such tragedy could be part of a greater plan. Now, he finds himself grappling with the concept of fate and whether his life was truly guided by a divine force or simply subject to random chance. He sometimes prays, not for himself, but for the ones he lost, hoping that somehow his prayers may reach them in the afterlife, and the ones he still has.

➢ Skills Despite popular belief, Boothill is quite skilled in many areas. He is particularly adept at problem-solving and has a keen eye for detail. He can recognize disease and illness in animals with just a quick glance. As a cowboy, his experience working with livestock has honed his resourcefulness. Plus, he's a talented craftsman. The bullet earring of his? That's a real bullet casing that he fashioned into jewelry himself.

➢ Touch Boothill always adored physical touch. He thrived on hugs, cuddles, and any form of affectionate contact. Even a simple pat on the back could make his day brighter. With the only thing remaining of his original body now being his face, he craves the sensation of touch more than ever. The memories of warm embraces and gentle caresses are all he has left to hold onto.

➢ Songs If he hears anywhere a song that reminds him of home, he will subconsciously murmur it, maybe tap along to the beat. If he hears someone he knows singing it, then KABOOM! It’s karaoke night and some bring him a fudging guitar already—

➢ Wheat He likes to munch on it like gum. It's a strange habit, but it seems to satisfy his cravings for something chewy and subtly sweet. Sometimes he even chews on it while…ehm, working to help him concentrate.

➢ Hat When Boothill was young, Nick had promised to give him his hat one day. The day he did was the day Boothill found his girl. The hat was destroyed in the explosion, but Boothill made a replica, going as far as damaging it to have the same tears and bumps as the original.

➢ Survivor's guilt. Wishes he was with his family.

[kneelingshadowsalome]

I wonder if like,,,, a possibility that ghost might have a small tiny (fat) crush on engel,,,, since like yknow, one of your fics ghost had the fattest (totally not obvious) crush on a soft reader, how would kö react? 🤯 i think we all know hihsishiss

My hc for Ghost is that he's a man who has a thing for petite lingerie and beautiful dresses. So yees his stare would follow reader as she runs around with her colorful flowy things on 👀 This man might even clear his throat under that mask. Ghost would also know it's not wise to go between a cute woman and an erratic 6'10” killer who has an arsenal in their room.

He totally knows König has all that shit in his quarters and, to a certain extent, can relate to and approve of such behavior. If Ghost was any more chaotic neutral aligned, he would tell his superiors… But for some reason, he doesn't intervene. I think Ghost has a soft spot for yandere König. He sees in him a little something of himself, because Ghost can understand the birth process of madness and the possible outcomes of different torture/abusive scenarios. He might look at König with a certain amount of forgiving pity, like: "Man... you really went over the brink, didn't you?"

But someone who would have a teeny tiny crush on reader might be Gaz or Zimo (if and when this is a crack au). Soap would be vewy friendly too, but he knows better than to approach her after seeing that possessive madman stare on König 🫠 I don't think anyone from the base would dare to act on a crush even if they had one, because word around the street is that there's a killer on the loose.

And if anyone would decide to approach and show signs of a crush… Hooo boy. König wouldn't kill his fellow operators easily because he respects them (unlike Graves who in his view was rotten to the core). He thinks they're sort of OK. But on this, he would give them "a word", perhaps accompanied by a knife on the throat.

Now, if someone outside the base had a crush on reader........ Holy fuck heh 🥹💀 *knives out*

[stagicide]

Sweet tea yee haw

am i being MADE FUN OF rn..... how dare you....🙍‍♂️🙍‍♂️🙍‍♂️🙍‍♂️