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nnibarrel · 6 months

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So... Trine 5: A Clockwork Conspiracy. My recent obsession. Let's go! I'll try to do it without significant spoilers.

Carefull, long post under the cut!

First of All. Amadeuses Kids! They grew up! UWU. They're such cute little young fireball casters. Omg, that's almost like watching your nephews grow, they feel so much like a family...

That game series has been with me since I was a child and as I remember Trine (part 1) was my first (real) videogame! And now when I play Trine 5 it cures my soul so much, right when I needed it. It's like... Has a Tolkien vibe for me. I mean in the sense that It's too fairy tail outside, it may look childish, but it has layers! I really like the plot, it hit me right in the heart and made me reflect. And I was struggling with dark thoughts on Future and Trine's perspective on the global world's problems made me smile and hope for the best... Really thank you, trine team, you're awesome :D Where there's people who share your concerns and put it in the work of art like that and make witty satire on it that's precious. I have returned some of my faith in humanity now.

Well, maybe some people may not see what I saw or just won't feel such weight, cause my recent experience made me stump on it, so well I need to say that plot in general... Dramatic. I was impressed How it manages to balance at the edge of magical fairy tail and life drama (OR that's again me and my pains. Anyway...) STRONG twists and things at stake. Heroes encounter both global threat and personal challenges (all three of them, but poor wizard, he got it the most. But he's so silly old man, I'm crying) (Zoya, my girl, I love you...) (Pontius... You're just perfect, I'm proud of you, example of a real knight :D)

Character writing is amazing, they REALLY feel alive.

For example: Amadeus marries a woman after he became a hero and throughout the whole game series he mentions that, then he mentions their kids and, like i mentioned now, now we see how they grew up! And in fifth's game due to plot he misses his triplets greatly and in the forest three heroes meet a fox with three little foxes... And Amadeus is like "oh no, I'm a terrible father" 😭

And there's a lot of cute normal or giant animals in the game series, we're helping them and then they come up and help us. Such lightsome game, I can't/// Those animals... Uwu/// (Just a little detail but I wanted to mention that...)

What I like else about the narrative: humor :D For demonstration I just let Pontius to show himself:

And now when I've let out my shouts...

*sights* AaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAA. Another round, Friends :D

I. Worship. Those. Artists. They are geniuses. Screenshots speak for themself, I guess.

Design, artwork and effects... No, I can't describe it in words, again, I just pray on it. So damn enchanting. I literally dream to be like those artists who work on this series. (And that's a threat) When I think of it, well, maybe THAT magic inspired me to be who I am right now...

Magic observatory where's pictures of butterflies there and there... ARE YOU DESNAN, WIZARDS???

And those just killed me. Episode in a dark place with the sudden rays of hope... I was just. Aaaah... So beautiful both by art and location's story. Replica of the second screenshot: "It's rare that ghosts are on our side. Usually we and undead are not on good terms." What did I tell you? :D Tolkien vibe!

So who got through my post till the end... Please, please get to know those game series. I didn't mention it at all above but It's also a genius of gameplay. It's a platformer with (some) fighting and (a lot of) puzzles. Also. It's thrice (:D) fun in coop.

AND. Music. Won't say much about it either but It's a genius magical masterpiece. I guarantee you: Trine soundtrack will find its way to your playlist.

P. S. Will I do fanart on trine? Maybe... Maybe... You know, I just have that strange thing: some stories are "sacred" in my brain so I can't Just sit and draw cause I'm constantly stressed out if it turns out bad or worse: not how I imagined it. Same with Tolkien books, btw. In fandom since childhood, (if you count that, if not - from adolescents and first steps to the internet) and no single drawing. (not single real drawing at least)

But! I have Nine Parchments fanart :D

Oooh. And. I have THEM in frame. Art from my friend who gifted it to me at postcrossing some time after we played Trine 4 (and then the whole game series) together! It was such a pleasant surprise!

The end. ❤️❤️❤️

#Trine 5 #Frozenbyte

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iamunabletothinkofablogname · 5 months

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Oo maybe 6? For the ask game :O :D

i treid sleeping i swear- anyways--

Uh this triggered something long, SHIT , you don't have to read it lol sorry QWQ MY DREAMS ARE MOVIES ATP AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA alr well it was a little weird but bassically: me and my fam [even my dad for some reason but not my lil'est sis] were in a barn, and there were a lot of people there also sick, my dad was really sick [to the point where he was laying down, unable to open his eyes], the most sick. He was on one of the hays in the corner, the only one without doctors around him for some reason I was at the entrance of the barn area so I walked forward a bit and I saw a pig/white dog [can't remember], and I walked up to it cause why not. There were 2 men also next to the animal, 1 of them was js there so i dont remember him well, but the other one looked like litterally straight out of the 1890's, he had a tophat and a walking stick for some reason lol. I looked at the animal and made some kind of remark [i forgor, sorry, my memory is shit and i'm writing this at night, probably will continue in the morning], the man laughed and [im going to translate it but it might not make sense, since it was in arabic, which is something i rarely dream in?] said "remember that people and animals are the same [/neg, as in, animalistic], don't view them any different". I just nodded and then walked away, exploring the rest of the place. [although i believed the info] It was mainly just me like looking at the sick peeps and i saw the pig/dog running/jumping around from area to area, also looking at the sick people, pretty quickly, but they still never went to my dads area. [idk why but that was an important detail in the dream lol]. So after i finish inspecting and stuff, my mum tells me we need to go somewhere and we needed to go get stuff [she wasn't specific, and again, it makes more sense in arabic]. So we go, leaving the middle sibling as she became sick and a little tired as well, and the dream then skips to when me and my mum come back, my mum is holding a plastic bag filled with stuff i didnt know and im js holding chocolate [granted, i ate chocolate before bed so that may have affected it lol], but when we came back the place was mostly empty, only my dad in the corner [it was very far away and barely noticable but he was there, it was a really big place, more than 100m fs], and my sister in the middle-ish front of the place, next to a doctor in the barn and yk the docters stand in hospitals that they wheel around? with a screen? yeah she was next to that. My mum was mad at the doctor cause she was like 'oh as soon as we left, she got sick, it's the doctors fault, blah blah blah', and she started being angry at the doctor. After hearing my mum yap for a bit i js went up to my sister and she was very tired and she looked very sick, i bassically chilled with her, and we were talking as i ate my choc bar. I thought she was going to die in the dream but at the end she didn't, so yippee! Then another time skip happened and we were now all sitting at the side area of the barn and sitting on hay [btw i've never actually lived in a barn? or been to one that looked like that lol], and the doctors came up to us and were like "Oh yeah your husband [they were talking to my mum], died". and my mum deadass turned away from him and then the vibe suddenly was off [anxiety, it got like a scarier feeling for some reason], and she said "But his soul is still alive". I looked at her, then at his place, where his body was still there, but the body was dead, and a bad vibe hit me [idk how else to explain feelings help] and i said "His body is dead but his soul is still alive, he's alive" And then the dream fucking ended MY DAD ISN'T DEAD AS FAR AS I KNOW???

#ask #randomexistingthing #FRIEND!!!#my dreams are really vivid for some reason lol #I TRIED TO SLEEP I SWEAR

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bonesandthebees · 10 months

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NOT EVEN GIVING MYSELF TIME TO WRITE A N ENDING NOTE TO LAST ASK IM SPEEDRUNNING THIS SHIT IHKGYDD

NOOOOOO THIS HAS ALREADY GONE TO SHIT SO FUCKING QUICK WHATRHFUCK

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

THIS IS SO FUCKED THIS SIS FOSFUCKDJDKF

"This has happened before" oh my fucking god CHILLS what the FUCK

A FUCKIGN SYFRINGE??#?_?_!_ THAT ESCALETSD QUICKLY UH BEE WHAT THR RUFKCK???

What the fuck

NOOOO THIS IS SOO THIS SIS SPFCUCKSDUDPAHDODHSKFKDKDLF

NOOOOOO NO FUCKIGN WAYYY NOOOO THIS IS SO MANIPUTLKAITVEEE NOOO CANT U SEEEE NOOOO THIS IS WAY MORE FUCKED UP THAN I COULDVE IMAGINED HOKYFUCJINGHSITHSOSGSKFJSJDF NMOOOO NO WAYSHSKSKFLSLFJDK NOOODHFKDLD

YES TOMMY YWSHSOAHSLSJKD YESSJDJFKFL

What.

The. Fuck.

What.

They can WHAT.

Omg jaw dropped ROCKETDUO?$??$?$?$ HELLOOOO

Oh god this chapter is fucking long I am terrified whaththefuck goes down ohkygoddd aaaaaaa

Pausing for now until I get home so I dont like have to wait an hour right after reading an almost death shfkfkfkfkkdkk

Okay back woot woot :D

Snuggled up in bed with my fairy lights on under two blankets and in my PJs I AM READY!!!!

OH MY FUCKING GOD WAIT.

JUST REALISED

SMOKE.

FIRE.

STATUE.

OH FUCK

NOOOOOO THIS IS SO EVIL OHKYFUCGODJDODJFLGKGLG

NOOOOOOOOOOO

WAIT. I DID NOT READ THAT RIGHT. HOLDUP. I JUST. NO. NO WAY. JACK DID NOT. THERES NO FUCKING WAY. WHATHTHEFUCK. OHMYGOD?

WHAT

OHMYGOD

NY MOUTH IS HUNG OPEN IN SHOCK WHAT

I'm putting onmysuperangstynplaylistforthissholyshit

God

I know he has the syringe but..but. but. But. But. But. But. That is traumatizing that is fucking traumatizing

Bee is this u practicing writing MCD for roses LMFAODJFKGK ohmygodddd I'm ow ow ow ohmyfuckingofdo ohmygod ohmygod the TRAUMA the fucking TRAUMAS the curse??? I mean. He's gonna come back to life but he died holyshit. Is Wilbur eve r gonna not wear a blindfold I'm insane. I'm so insane. I cannot. I don't even know what tod o ohkygod ohkudoboghdnsmfjfdls

This is so fucking cool I'm fucking obsessed

Oh god....

Oh god.

Ow.

Everything hurts.

Ow.

HOW DID IT GET EVEN SADDER??$?$?#?#?$??_?_?_$ TOMMY FUCKING DIED IS THAY NOT ENOUGH OHMYGODDDD

It wasn't your time... That's totally why she didn't show up yes yes [cries]

HOW IS IR GETTING WORSE

JUST LET RHE BOYS REST OHMYGODDDJAKSHDKFKFLGF

WHERES PHIL AND TECHNO KHMYFUCGODDDDD

YESSS FUCK U SCHLATT MOTHERFUCKER!!!!

YESSDJFJGKDKFK I WAS WAITING FOR HIM TO USE HIS EYES AS A WEAPON YESSDDJFKGKD

Ily ranboo

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

That was so intense aaaaaaaaaaa

I don't even have WORDS, I'll probs have words once I read all the other asks but man. Man. I'm in shock. Wow. That was. So intense. Ohhhh my godddd so cool tho so so cool I'm gonna fozpsjdkf explodes beeeeee beeeeeee you're so good at writing holyshitttt this was such a satisfying climax ohmygoddddd aaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaa

I'm not going to get over Tommy waking up and just. Demanding why Kristin wasn't there. That's so. Ow?? Ow..ouch. ouch. Ohmhgodddddskskfkdkskfjfkskf

Beeeeeee beeee I am not okay bee ohmygod diaowjdoxishdkskdjf

At least I can unmute the tags now woOOOO FJFKFLDLFLGLDKFLFLGG EXPLODES IM SO GONNA REREAD RHE SHIT OUTTA THE REVIVAL SCENE OHKYGODDD OUCHH OUCHIE OUCHIE OUCHIE I NEED DADZAAAA

ch 27 time lets go icy

yeah things go to shit really fast lmaoooo

loved finally getting to talk about the pythia curse story I've had that one written up for a while

the syringe is a surprise tool that will help us later :)

that whole convo was soooo manipulative and fucked up but also!! wilbur pushed through!! he held onto himself he's made so much progress!!

smoke :) tommy's lungs :)) jack manifold is there :)))

maybe it's me practicing my MCD writing for rose who knows you'll have to wait and see on that one lmao

tommy died and came back but death wasn't the great thing he'd always been promised it was. it wasn't warm and he wasn't comforted. he was cold and alone and terrified.

AND FUCK SCHLATT

thank you so much icy I'm so happy with how that chapter turned out. it really felt like the perfect climax to everything i'd been building towards the entire fic. so glad you enjoyed <3

#ask #icyfox17 #glass ch 27

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oh-snapperss · 10 months

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i was tempted to post the whole fic here but here's a section from your work, "ripped at every edge, but you're a masterpiece":

""I have twenty-two minutes left," Skizz says, as if he were merely telling Etho what time of day it was, or that the chickens were all loose in the base again, or even that Impulse had fallen asleep on the stairs again, and don't wake him up! "And this is my final order."

Skizz fixes Etho with a look, right in the eye, one that Etho knows he'll never escape. The ticking still doesn't stop. "My time will not go to anybody else. TIES gets to final three."

Etho's grip around the axe tightens, but– he turns to face Tango and Impulse. “Tango, you don't– you don't want it?” Please take it. Please. But Tango is shaking his head, resolute. "You need it most, dude."

Skizz turns, and kneels, his face turned to the ground in acceptance. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

The axe swings upward, poised in the air above Skizz's neck, and the night falls silent, the air static with energy Etho can't quite place.

(There are Eyes w̸̜̼͗͝͝a̴̦͓̻̋̂t̷̤̰̞́͠c̵̠̯̩͌h̷̫̰̏i̸̱̙̻̊̋͑ň̷̙̠g̵̫̱̊.)

For a moment, the axe hangs there, held up by invisible strands that Etho swears are pulling the axe away from Skizz's neck, tightening by the moment as if to stop him from doing the very thing he knows he'll do at any moment. The axe drops towards Skizz's neck, falters, and pulls back up again before Etho can force his body to go through with it. He grits his teeth, forces his eyes to stay open–to aim. Readjusting his grip, Etho takes one deep breath. Then two. He's wasting his time and he's not even sure why. It's not like he's never killed before, or even used an axe to do it.

“Etho....?”

He doesn't even know who said it.

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

(Somewhere in another game, Tango tells Bdubs: He's a survivor, man, that's what he does.)

Etho swings.

Heat travels through his body, up through his hands and arms and then the rest of him. It's so much that he thinks he might explode, or maybe he just has. The world is silent, save for the ringing in his ears, and a thousand years have passed in the agony that tears through him. The entire world is white and gone and it's too much, enough he’s sure he’s going to die with Skizz."

i can't get that phrase out of my head, of "static energy". your writing is wild man, absolutely one of my fav life series authors :] -vm

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA no i'm so glad you asked about this passage OMGGG

link to the fic this section is from

send me a passage of a fic i've written and i'll give detailed commentary on it!

god. okay so this scene was definitely one of the harder things I've written in the year or so I've done fic--I wanna say I actually rewrote this entire part... three, four, five times? I was struggling to find the right way of describing being hit by lightning because. well. I hadn't been hit by lightning so I didn't really know how to write it!

and them a miracle occurred by my own dumbassery and i accidentally electrocuted myself three times in one night with an outlet and that gave me a starting point! ((disclaimer DO NOT DO THIS))

Anyways, my thinking for this paragraph! I really wanted to have the memories of a slightly domestic life within TIES flashing through Etho's mind. I like to think about TIES as fiercely loyal to each other, like some type of almost family. Not like... family family, but you get what I mean. Having that section, that little glimpse into what living in denial about their time running out was something I think added to the overall horror of this chapter.

Skizz fixes Etho with a look, right in the eye, one that Etho knows he'll never escape. The ticking still doesn't stop. "My time will not go to anybody else. TIES gets to final three." Etho's grip around the axe tightens, but– he turns to face Tango and Impulse. “Tango, you don't– you don't want it?” Please take it. Please. But Tango is shaking his head, resolute. "You need it most, dude."

This part was less me and more the actual dialogue of what happened. I must have rewatched that scene from Etho's pov a good thirty times just trying to peruse what I wanted to keep, edit, or add to this scene. The only thing I really, really needed to convey throughout this entire time was the time ticking away and away, because I think as the end approached in LimL, that was something every player came to notice constantly. Tick, tick, tick, tick. That little rhythm, a reminder that their time was fading. A reminder it wasn't too late.

The other thing I think is worth noting about the ticking in this fic--I don't know if you ever heard or watched Unus Annus, but I was a day one watcher of that channel and the first thing I thought of when I saw the concept of LimL was that goddamn ticking clock they had at the start of their videos, counting down. It really affected how I watched the entire series and I wanted that tick tick tick tick to carry through in this.

(i'm gonna put the rest under a read more!)

Skizz turns, and kneels, his face turned to the ground in acceptance. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. The axe swings upward, poised in the air above Skizz's neck, and the night falls silent, the air static with energy Etho can't quite place. (There are Eyes w̸̜̼͗͝͝a̴̦͓̻̋̂t̷̤̰̞́͠c̵̠̯̩͌h̷̫̰̏i̸̱̙̻̊̋͑ň̷̙̠g̵̫̱̊.)

Once again, a combination of canon and the tick rhythm.

"Static with energy Etho can't quite place." THIS line right here was where I first started trying to carry in the same feelings as one might have felt when reading The Stories We Tell and the Truths Untold. Being set in the same series, if you've read both fics than you'll know that Etho and the Watchers have just a slight history. My goal here was to carry across that weird energy Etho felt back with Team Canada in this fic. And, if the reader had NOT read the Team Canada fic, which I assumed would be the case since Ethubs is such a more popular thing than Team Canada, they could interpret it as the energy of four men on a platform--two about to watch their best friend die, one about to kill his friend, and the fourth knowing his end is here.

And then the final line with the Watching!! Once again, a throwback to the Team Canada fic, where I not only had used this type of text for the watchers throughout, but had also increased how corrupted the word "watching" was as the fic progressed and Etho got more freaked out.

eeeheheehhehehehe this is literally just building up tension for the most part--racing thoughts, the ticking ongoing, Etho hesitating to do it, which is where the fic differentiates from canon.

“Etho....?” He doesn't even know who said it. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. (Somewhere in another game, Tango tells Bdubs: He's a survivor, man, that's what he does.) Etho swings.

Yeah. yeah... this line. I think the throwback to the Line was important to Etho's character and the study through the rest of the fic. He's a survivor. I'll be interested to see if that continues in Secret Life, because...he's actually been so out of character I could see him not choosing himself in the end. Just once. I dunno! I could be SO wrong. But so much of this fic revolves around Etho and his need to survive vs. the love he has for his friends...I think this sets the stage for the internal conflict coming.

Just as the axe connects with Skizz's neck, thunder cracks overhead, so loud the crack shatters through his bones and shakes the platform. The lightning hits Skizz in the same second, blinding white and in arcs of electricity that dance down Skizz's body, down through his hair and neck, and then up the axe still moving into his neck. It's too late to stop the connection, too fast to stop the lightning from dancing its way up the blade and handle. Instead, it's as if Etho is frozen, mesmerized by the tendrils of pure energy that arc around his hands, before connecting, and– Heat travels through his body, up through his hands and arms and then the rest of him. It's so much that he thinks he might explode, or maybe he just has. The world is silent, save for the ringing in his ears, and a thousand years have passed in the agony that tears through him. The entire world is white and gone and it's too much, enough he’s sure he’s going to die with Skizz."

If you've ever wondered what this sounded like in my head... it sounded like this. I don't know how to explain that most of this section was inspired by a fucking Spiderverse track, but here we are. So much of the build-up and the actual strike was this. If you listen to the song, it builds up and up for the first 34 seconds, and then it stops, and then just. GOES and that's the moment I felt like the axe dropped and the lightning struck, in those moments after. I know that probably sounds like . laurie what the fuck is wrong with you. but the vast majority of my fics are written with song inspiration and soundtrack in mind, and music helps me visualize things such as this i could NEVER write otherwise. If you don't listen to soundtrack or instrumentals, I highly recommend it for writing!

Thanks so much for the section!!! I hope this all makes sense:]

#laurie thoughts #anon #fic segment commentary #etho

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justanotherpersonsuniverse · 1 year

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CAP! CAP MY MAIN MAN LITERALLY SCREAMING YOU SURE DO FUCKING LOVE CLIFF HANGERS DON'T YOU? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

right. right. ok i'll have you know i made fucking notes as i read because i didn't want to miss out on things to scream about

first of all: writing style? yes it is a bit different (and you seem set on making metaphors about boats, i wonder why... has a certain cephalopod game influenced you?? honestly i loved them and it fits nicely because house boat) but i really liked it, dialogue flowed more naturally (not that it was bad in the slightest at all!) so it was interesting to read :))

NOW ONTO MY FUCKING NOTES!

(there is a fucking lot of text after this so be prepared, the "keep reading" thingy doesn't work in asks i checked)

(as a note, whenever i ask very direct questions i am not expecting too many (or any in some cases) answers cause yknow spoilers, i am just very enthusiastically showing all my thought processes because its fun)

"she could feel her powers growing ever day..." ?!?!??! WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?? is there more side affects to the miraculous? is the fact that she literally has the god of destruction constantly near her constantly and uses his powers nearly every day changing how she views things? is she literally growing more powerful in terms strength? multiple powers eg another thing like cataclysm? there are so many things it could mean-

Juleka was legit so fucking sad? the entire time? she is so overwhelmed :( literally talk to someone about it- please- your entire family knows! aaa :(

"so much more than red glitter and black leather" is... is ladybug glittery? does she sparkle? this doesn't matter but i keep imagining her like bedazzled in rhinestones or something else and losing it a little

aww Alix taught small children how to skate! it was in this chapter! also: she swore in a presentation?? i literally cannot swear in front of a teacher, one time i did by accident in a hallway and she legit ran at me

loved Chloes little moment "Wait- was that mean? It was? Oh. I guess I’m- sorry" that was very cute

ah. to quote directly from my notes: "Gabriel used to be Nathalies "best friend" and Emily was her "dearest companion"? Yeah ok that's pretty gay buckaroo, polyamorous relationship, Nathalie and Gabriel are queer platonic, 200k prequel, angst, unhappy ending, major character death" so that amused me greatly

Crows keep showing up... and for a second i wondered if it was related to Rose and was a reference to OM since yknow rose is a grim and crows are also signs of death, but then they popped up again and i'm now suspicious, either i am reading too far into this or they could mean a few things: first thought was they could be related to Juleka and her powers, similar to how cats are attracted to her? or a few other things but i shall keep those theories to myself (see how you like not knowing cap /j) and wait and see for more

"apparently some floats were gonna appear of Paris's heroes. Ladybug, Rena, Queen Bee, Carapace, the lot" i am choosing to believe this is juleka being an unreliable narrator and not that they (the city) forgot about. because that makes me sad.

i also said: "i've decided alyas blog is on tumblr" and something about how that implies the majority of Paris has a tumblr makes me laugh so much

ha, Alix's "SCATTER!" was hilarious, she would do that at the first opportunity, i too would do so at the first opportunity presented

Juleka kicked Horrificators ass?? as Juleka did this with a guitar case?? ain't that thing supposed to be a massive fucker?? either this is just another case of juleka being stronger than she seems to be or this is related to her ominously put growing powers, its always interesting to see how she deals with fights when she isn't in costume, one of the reasons why the drama club chapters were so interesting because Juleka was fighting (maybe not physically all the time but she was fighting) Adam as herself the entire time

"something about it felt different now..." WHAT DO YOU MEAN? HOW DOES THE TRANSFORMATION NORMALLY FEEL VS NOW GIVE ME MORE the real question is it related to "growing powers" (i keep referencing it because it could mean literally so much or nothing) or her attitude, i don't have a direct quote but this isn't my english exam so its fine, it was implied that Juleka is slightly more accepting about the fact that she literally is Panthera (i mean she also said Panthera isn't a real person but like i digress) so maybe thats why it felt different to transform?

panthera just stealing Reversers transport is so fucking funny, all i could think of was the entire hero gang stealing something like idk RogerCops car and just going off in it

that was my last note because i was too invested in seeing what would happen to write thoughts at the same time

agh literally so hype to see what happens next, this chapter was already very action based and very very good :))

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH IM SO HAPPY YOU ENJOYED!!! THESE NOTES BRING ME SO MUCH JOY!!!!

I love hearing your guys's thoughts, observations, and theories, it brings so much drive and inspiration in my heart. Thank you thank you thank you thank you.

#panthera noire au #sneak a cat

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luvvixu · 3 months

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Just wanted to say chapter 5 was amazing but that cliffhanger is so evil😫 how could do this to us

Also quick question was Satoru still seeing Yukie and was planning to keep seeing her before y/n had a premature birth and decided to stop seeing her.

hello, my dear kawaiivillainess98!!

first of all, tysm for your feedback in chapter 5!! i feel happy that you liked my writings aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa 🫶 now let me answer your questions.

question: does satoru still seeing yukie before the reader had a pregnancy complication?

anw, about ur question, it is mentioned in chapter 5 that two weeks before the incident (ya know, the reader was forced to deliver a preterm baby to save both of their lives) yukie actually mentioned that satoru and her was together and was actually fine.

but then the incident strikes and it suddenly made satoru cut her off. yukie was beyond devastated—actually no, the word devastated could not even measure how she felt because she thought they were just fine! so what makes him do that suddenly? yukie still didn't know the answer.

also, yukie was not aware that the reader had given birth. she still in an information that she's just pregnant. and speaking of that, i'm gonna write her reaction to reader's pregnancy soon!

question: does satoru plans to keep seeing yukie if we let's just say, the reader's pregnancy complication did not occur?

the answer is yes. satoru only decided to finally straight himself up after the incident was because of the guilt and conscience he is feeling. the reader actually has a place in his heart, so naturally, satoru couldn't bear seeing the reader and their baby on the verge of losing their lives.

satoru has a quick history about these feelings when he ya know, with geto. so that same goes to the reader.

did i managed to answer your questions? if not, the ask box or comments are still open. so pls do not hesitate to approach me and i will provide you with answers however i can!

but for now, have a nice day, my dear kawaiivillainess98, and thank you sm for checking in!

#luvvixu #💌 — we just got a letter

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bigjbonk · 4 months

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HI!!!! I found you through ex machina!!! I would sell my bones for more of it. It is SO GOOD. i understand if you dont plan on writing more of homestead, but please, tell us what was gonna happen next !!!!! (If you had an outline already, if not its ok)

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa that's a pretty huge compliment, thank you!!!

Homestead, Homestead, Homestead. It isn't that I don't want to write it, really. It's just that the tf2 fixation is dormant at the moment, and has been for a while. And at the time I didn't like writing Melissa lol. I do wanna write more of it, but the issue is that right now I have stuff I wanna do MORE, and that list is always growing. My creative process is kinda just. You know. Hoarding WIPs that I'll "work on later." 😂

I was an even less disciplined writer back then than I am now, so I kind of just had some loosely connected ideas that I would write whenever I ended up feeling like it. So, seeing as at this point the most likely way I'll get back to Homestead is after an Ex Machina rewrite (and who knows if/when I'll get to that), sure, I'll share some ideas I had for Homestead under the readmore. Hypothetical spoilers below.

For starters, Engie is sterile. He and Melissa wanted children, but didn't find out until later that Engie couldn't have kids. It's why there was a room in the house that didn't match the rest, it's why Engie immediately latched onto the idea of caring for Mal (and partially why he didn't always have the best instincts even when his intentions were good; no practice), and it's why Melissa was initially REALLY uncomfortable with the fact that he'd "built a son in all but name."

Speaking of Melissa, she definitely didn't like Mal. She's seen enough of Engie's craft to know it's sound. But this is the first time he's (as far as she knows the situation) BUILT A GUY. Inspired by a coworker or not, that's weird. That might even make it weirder. It doesn't help that she barely gets to see her husband, and now he's brought home what might as well be his artificial kid, and barely pays her any mind because he's so set on advancing the robot's AI and teaching it ABCs. Melissa wouldn't resort to outright sabotage, because she loves her husband more than life itself, but she DOES inadvertently start a petty rivalry with Mal (if a slightly lopsided one) because frankly, she WOULD prefer that darned robot gone. Even if she wouldn't overtly say so.

I was kind of hoping for her and Mal to eventually warm up to each other, but considering Melissa's visceral distrust, and Mal's tendency to be either terrified or vindictive when wronged, to this day I'm not sure what would have spurred them to make up. I think I was just gonna keep writing as I go until an idea came up that kinda felt right.

I'm pretty sure that was it for actual plot stuff. There wasn't a whole bunch, seeing as Homestead was meant as a sort of drabble collection anyway, with a string of AU canon to tie them together. But here's some other random ideas I had for themes and chapters and stuff!

Mal really would find a horse. It wouldn't be HIS horse, but it would be a big enough horse for him to hop on and then IMMEDIATELY realize he didn't know how to ride one. No horses would be harmed in the making of that chapter.

Mal learning about sign language, and wanting to learn it. It would be difficult, seeing as he has three fused fingers and a face that can't emote, but it's close enough to what he and M-146 did that he would want to try.

Engie upgrading Mal's pattern recognition software so that it could run fast enough for him to enjoyably watch cartoons, simply because it bothered Mal that he couldn't make anything out in animated material. He would immediately swear off almost all of it for a variety of reasons (he ends up not really liking slapstick or fantasy violence, for starters), but he would quickly become hooked on shows like Scooby Doo whenever his cooking show wasn't on.

Engie would also work on de-noising his speaker system because Scout would call sometimes, and talking to a robot whose voice is 80% grain is a nightmare over the phone.

Speaking of Scout calling, Engie tended to always get surprised immediately after a call because Mal would have learned like 20 new words, and would have more varied intonation for words he already had. By the time the fic ended, Mal would have been capable of nearly flawless speech, and his intonation and even accent would become startlingly different from Scout's. And no, Engie would never fully get used to it. XD

There was gonna be a chapter of July 4th. That was uhhhhhhhhh gonna be how Engie learned Mal had pretty severe PTSD. This would have led to some newfound understanding of Mal's prior behavior, and that awareness would have in turn led to better management of— and workarounds to— Mal's anxiety. Not using certain power tools in his vicinity, for example, or slowly introducing him to stimuli that he found stressful in other contexts. (I'm no expert in how PTSD is managed, and at that age I DEFINITELY wasn't, so like, I would inform readers not to take my approach as like, a PTSD tutorial fjdkdjddhdj)

Once Mal had the words for it, he would reveal his favorite colors were yellow and green. He wouldn't want to be repainted, but he WOULD start occasionally wearing clothes about it.

Mal likes watching Engie work, but should NEVER be expected to help beyond handing him tools. (Engie learns why after the July 4th incident, when Mal has the words to share some of his backstory. Which got loosely addressed in a side fic because I literally retconned his origin like halfway through Ex Machina lol whoops)

I toyed with the idea of Mal making friends so that he wasn't 100% dependent on Engie at all times forever and ever. But I never came up with anyone, nor the circumstances for how he would even meet them when he barely gets to leave the house.

Mal eventually learns he likes to draw. He's not good at it by any stretch of the word, but he likes it.

Anything else I could put here would be me coming up with modern ideas, but these were some of the thoughts and themes I had in mind when I was first writing Homestead. Or at least the ones I could remember; there's a notebook somewhere that had a few ideas listed, but I have no clue where that is lol.

#team fortress 2 #tf2 #tf2 engineer #mann vs machine #ex machina #homestead #fanfiction #homestead spoilers

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henrioo · 1 year

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Hey friend! Haven’t heard from you in a while I hope things are okay❤️

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA YOU'RE SO CUTE LIKE YOU'RE ALWAYS HERE TALKING TO ME AND TEXTING ME AND I JUST REALIZED I DIDN'T FOLLOW YOU AND I WAS SO SAD

BUT NOW I FOLLOWED AND LET'S BE FRIENDS WITH VDD SEE, TALK TO ME WHENEVER YOU WANT I LOVE YOU YOU ARE SO CUTE

I really didn't think anyone would notice my disappearance, but I'm kind of moved and glad someone noticed, I really realized that there are a lot of people who liked me and my stories here and that makes me very happy

I was going through some difficult times, I was already in one for a long time but then I had a huge relapse and I couldn't open anything else, I didn't even open Tumblr for a month

But now I'm more excited and determined to get over it and get out, so I'm going to strive to get back to being active here and also getting back to writing.

Thanks for the support, you are really cute

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omaskit · 4 months

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Challenge Log Session 2 A.k.a H'aanit Hell

Challenge Rules Here

Found creatures not weak to knife or axe; we're fucked.

Holy shit they're weak to fire thank god.

left for five days bc irl stuff lol

I feel bad for the girl trying to be Z'aanta's favorite. Girly pop he already has a favorite.

Into the box theri goes.

I love H'aanit and Z'aanta's interactions. It's so sweet and well written. You immidently see how important they are to each other. <3

Maybe it's just that H'aanit is made for breaking but her dungeon is surprisingly easy. My only problem is that she's not leveling fast enough.

Oops, went into H'annit's boss without grabbing a skill. Eh, it should be fine -Looks away for one second- and she's dead. Huh.

The boss difficulty increases with order... fuck.

YOU CAN GRIND ENEMIES FOR ITEMS???

take 2

NO MEEP YOU DON'T HEAL ALFYN!!!

Take three lets go

MY MEEP HAS BETRAYED ME YET AGAIN

WE LIVE THESES!!!

We don't live these.

Take 4: Pray to the rng gods

Bro one shots H'aanit with one attack

BACK TO THE GRIND!

Take 5: we level 8

SHE STILL GOT ONE SHOT DX

I miss shops

Take 6: okay

We gambling! We Gambling!

We gamble and we lose! We gamble and we lose!

Take 7: Please die this time

Take 8: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

That was the wrong move

Take 9: I was supposed to do Ophilia this session

5 seconds. H'annit died in 5 seconds.

Alfyn is level 12. We've done two bosses.

I've had sleep and meranign, lets go.

Take 10: level 10

Take 11: we at 600 health and still die

this feels like slow death

Take 12: Don't use rampage don't use rampage

FUCK!

Take 13: Did you know you can see the boss sprite in the overworld before entering the battle cutscene? cool

Take 14: Well okay

Fuck I healed Alfyn

Take 15: Y'all should listen to MILGRAM it's good.

Lowkey forgot the boy counters

Take 16: Let's not be dumb

I HATE RAMPAGE

Take 17: I already fucked it up

Take 18: XP

Take 19: Heavy sigh

Take 20: Might break my rules and buy some grapes

Take 21: 21st times the charm!

Take 22: If this doesn't work I'm buying grapes.

We're buying grapes

Take 23: We now have 20 grapes

Take 24: I forgot to buy the grapes

I am out of healing items

Take 25: don't forget the healing items

Take 26: I did not expect this boss to take this long

Take 27: I didn't pay attention

Take 28: T_T

Take 29: blep

Take 30: made a stupid mistake on my part

Take 31: I've been swapping from writing the flavor text before the fight and writing it after and I think it's pretty confusing.

Take 32: if we go to 35 i'm letting Alfyn fight.

Take 33: I used the wrong move.

Take 34: It's times like these were I remind myself the point of this challenge is to have fun. If I'm not having fun I need to change things up.

Take 35: Alfyn in play

Alfyn does less damage then h'aanit! I didn't expect that.

OLIVES OF LIFE!!!! HOW I MISS YOU!

How much damage does the boss have?

IT'S FINNALY DEAD!!

Session over. I'm enjoying my day. Enjoy yourselves.

#octopath traveler #gaming challenge #octo traveler 1 quest log

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metalmaul · 1 year

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um. ummm.... I'm having some big feelings about 1990s rock music. so that's what this is. involves a guy who died. and songs he wrote. and songs that were written about him. not being normal about this actually not having a normal one just so you are aware just so you know. this meme about it.

i'm having such a moment about chloe dancer / crown of thorns by mother love bone aaaaAAAAA YELLING BARKING SCREAMING GNAWING......... there's such a sad story behind this song and the fate of its vocalist/writer and i... want to write out a whole post about that. as well as temple of the dog. properly. due to the autism. but i'm also just like. spinning around in circles so fast EMOTIONS feelings.......... CHLOE DANCER / CROWN OF THORNS ARE LYRICALLY SOME OF THE MOST STUNNING RAW STRIKING SAD BEAUTIFUL POWERFUL SONGS I'VE EVER LOVED IN MY LIFEEEEEE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THEIR MOST WELL KNOWN BECAUSE IT JUST..... IT PUTS YOU IN A SUCH A GRIP........ AND ME???? WITH THE WHOLE DRUG ADDICTION BACKGROUND????? THEY BREAK ALL MY BONES, THESE LYRICS. I CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT "I WANT TO TELL YOU THAT I LOVE YOU / BUT DOES IT REALLY MATTER? / I JUST CANT STAND TO SEE YOU DRAGGIN' DOWN AGAIN" AND "CHLOE IS JUST LIKE ME, ONLY BEAUTIFUL" ANNNNNNDDDDD EVERY OTHER LYRIC IN THIS COUPLET OF SONGS BECAUSE IT IS SOOOOOOOO........ THIS STORY IS SO SAD AND IT IMPACTED OTHER MUSICIANS AT THE TIME !!!SO!!! !!!MUCH!!! ANNNND....... AND THEN YOU'VE GOT SAY HELLO 2 HEAVEN TEMPLE OF THE DOG AND ONCE AGAIN I'M BARKING SCREAMING YELLING RUNNING AROUND TELLING PEOPLE JUST HOW MUCH THAT SONG SHOULD BE PUNCHING YOU IN THE FACE REPEATEDLY..... HOW TANGIBLE CHRIS CORNELL'S GRIEF IS??? ONE OF ROCK MUSIC'S MOST POWERFUL VOCALISTS EVER??? TO ME /THE/ STAND-OUT OF HIS CAREER THIS SONG HAS ALWAYS BLOWN ME AWAY. FOR MY ENTIRE LIFE THE ENTIRE TIME I HAVE BEEN ON THIS EARTH I HAVE BEEN HEARING THIS SONG FEELING ENTIRELY KNOCKED OVER BY THE WEIGHT THE EMOTION HE'S ABLE TO EXPRESS IN THIS HE PUT HIS ABSOLUTE EVERYTHING INTO THIS TRIBUTE TO HIS FRIEND...... ONCE AGAIN LYRICALLY STUNNING TRAGIC UNBELIEVABLE AND LAYERED !!! LAYERED ON TOP OF THE TRAGEDY OF CHLOE DANCER / CROWN OF THORNS......... "NOW, IT SEEMS LIKE TOO MUCH LOVE IS NEVER ENOUGH / YEAH, YOU BETTER SEEK OUT ANOTHER ROAD / 'CAUSE THIS ONE IS ENDIN' ABRUPT" ..........LIKE......... IT IS SO SAD!!!! IT IS SO SAD!!!! ANDREW WOOD WAS SO!!!!!!!!! IMPORTANT!!!!!!! TO THIS ERA OF MUSIC. THAT HE DIDN'T EVEN GET TO BE THERE FOR!?!?!!??? AND YOU DON'T EVEN HEAR HIM MENTIONED SO MUCH OF THE TIME. ??????!!!!!!! SOME PEOPLE DON'T EVEN KNOW ABOUT IT.......... HE WAS //24// HE WAS TWENTY FOUR YEARS OLD WHEN HE DIED.......... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA????????

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windup-dragoon · 5 years

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So not exactly the AU you had mentioned @astralyehga as I had intended. But the end result I’m still happy with. Originally it was going to be Hien helps Kiri get a date with Aymeric, but in doing so and boosting her confidence, Hien realizes he has feelings for her. BUT THAT’S NOT WHAT HAPPENED. It kind of just wrote itself tbh. And at one point I was still going to go with that original idea, but then I thought I would have to write a second half and I thought the likelihood of me actually finishing it was pretty slim so. This is here instead. uwu THANK YOU FOR THE AU IDEA THOUGH I ABSOLUTELY LOVE IT. I even watched a rom com just to get in the writing mood. lmao. I watched the ugly truth bc it used to be one of my favorites.

【Ｍｏｄｅｒｎ　Ｌｏｖｅｒｓ】

Hien x Kirishimi

Word Count: 2,291

“To what do I owe this pleasure tonight, friend? Hard day at work?”

The gym was always vacant at this time of night. When the street lights illuminated the city and traffic was nonexistent. The clock read well past midnight, marching ever forward in tandem with her weights lifting and falling from the bench.

Mismatched eyes peeked out from beneath thick lashes at the owner of the voice who now kept her company. Hien, the owner and her personal trainer, grinned down at her. Her hold of the equipment slipped, the weights clattering back into place just behind her head. Kirishimi grimaced but sat upright from the bench.

“You could say that.” Her hand raked through snow white hair as a sigh heaved itself from her lips.

Hien crossed his arms with a quirked brow. “Didn’t you say you were meeting up with your friends tonight? Or was that next Friday?”

Kirishimi didn’t respond. Instead the woman pitched herself forward, head in her hands.

“Ah. Still sore. Got it.”

This wasn’t the first time Kirishimi had been left to her own devices on a Friday, or even Saturday night. She often worked late, finishing paperwork that everyone else left abandoned until the next business day. Most times her plans would reschedule, only to never be realized. All of her friends, no matter how dear they were, had lives of their own. Each had a significant other to keep them company and enjoy the evening with. So when her own plans fell through? They were there to pick up the pieces and make the night spectacular with or without Kirishimi’s presence.

Tonight had just been another defeated Friday night to Kirishimi.

Hien, her trainer now for more than a few years, had known the story all too well. In her disheartened state, she wound up here at his gym, practicing her kick boxing or lifting weights. It was almost routine these days. But, in some small comfort, there were worse places she could have drifted to besides his gym.

He sat on the bench beside her and draped a white cloth over her head. “How ‘bout a nice hot shower and I’ll get some sake? I’ve got left overs from dinner, if you’re hungry.”

The offered towel was promptly used to scrub her face. “Sure.”

How many times had she ended up in this very room? A small studio apartment over the gym that always smelled of honey and apples. From the kitchen, to the living room, all the way to the back where sliding doors led into Hien’s bedroom, all of it could be seen from the moment one walked in. The host himself stationed himself at his makeshift mini bar beside the glass doors leading to a tiny, unused balcony. The lighting of his apartment was dim, as usual, nothing but strings of fairy lights that she had helped him string up from corner to corner some months ago.

He prepared a small tray for Kirishimi while she showered, sake for them to share and black styrofoam to-go boxes he had ordered earlier that evening. Surely he would have loved to cook dinner himself for the woman, but you burn one pizza and you’re immediately branded a poor chef forever after. With fire alarms howling into the night and a pillar of smoke being waved out the balcony doors, she had sworn off his cooking from then on.

It was one of his favorite memories.

Not long after Hien settled himself onto the only piece of furniture in his living room, a couch no less, Kirishimi elbowed the door open and padded barefoot into the apartment. Furiously she scrubbed her white hair with a clean towel, water still dripping down the front of her borrowed t-shirt and soaking the collar. In her urgency to leave the vast loneliness of her own apartment she had forgotten her freshly washed t-shirt, having little choice but to bum one from Hien instead.

“Sorry ‘bout this. I’ll get it dry cleaned if you want.” Kiri spoke in between ruffling her hair like wet feathers and combing her fingers through the locks.

Hien dismissed her with a smile. “Nonsense! It’s only a t-shirt. I have a million others, if you must know.” He teased. It wasn’t the first time he had lent one to her and he somehow doubted it would be the last. “Come sit and eat. Knowing you, you haven’t had a bite all day.”

“Not true.” Kirishimi protested, plopping down in the seat beside him. The couch sunk a bit beneath their weight, forcing their shoulders together. “I had a doughnut at work.”

He whistled. “Wow. A whole doughnut. Well, I won’t deny the nutritional value of a doughnut. Sprinkles?”

“Yes. Brightly colored. Pink, maybe?”

“Ah. Then certainly you don’t need chicken alfredo-” Hien leaned forward, about to grab her box when she uttered a small squeak in defiance.

“Hold it right there, criminal scum! You really think I’d turn down alfredo?”

Grinning, Hien shrugged. “I knew that’d get you.” He slid the box across the coffee table, handing her a fork and a poured drink as well. “Now,” He leaned back against the couch with arms behind his head. “You wanna talk about today?”

“Not really.” Kiri sunk to the floor between the couch and table. Hien was quick to steal her towel and wedge it between the back of her head and the cushions of his only usable furniture. If she needed to spend the night, at least her bed wouldn’t be soaking wet from her hair thanks to his effort.

“Kiri,” He drew out her name, an almost commanding tone. “You can’t bottle it up forever. The last time you tried you drank my bar dry and nearly puked on a couple passing by.”

Silver brows drew together while miscolored eyes burned. “I won’t miss this time.”

“Kirishimi!” Hien exhaled. “I’m being serious. Humor me?”

The young woman, blowing out a sigh that lifted her hair from her cheeks, knocked back one cup full of sake. “Fine,” Reluctance filled her voice. “If you insist.

“Bein’ that it’s Friday, everyone wanted out of the office early. But instead of working together to get it all done, people just up and left after lunch. I had to stay behind, again, to make sure everything got filed correctly and all. That new secretary was nice enough to at least announce she was leaving...” Kiri paused in her story, staring vacantly at the mess of noodles lumped together in the container before her.

“She mentioned a big party downtown and that I should invite my friends to go out. We’d all have drinks and just chill after a long week. I don’t really like the idea of parties but I did wanna see the gang. Been pullin’ such long nights at work, I haven’t seen any of ‘em for a while. So after lockin’ up the office, I texted everyone. Shuri, Illya, Laurelis. But-”

“They’re busy?” Hien finished when Kirishimi failed to continue.

“Yeah...” Kirishimi shook her head and finally dipped her fork into her food. The noodles slithered round and round the utensil but she had no intention of eating just yet. “It’s fine! I mean, they’ve all got their own stuff goin’ on. They wanna spend time with their guys and live their lives. I’ll catch up with ‘em another day, yea? Just sucks bein’ alone...ya’know?”

“Mhm.” All the time he had known Kirishimi, since the day she waltzed into his gym and signed herself up, he had never known her to be obsessed with the idea of a boyfriend. Yet here she was, trying to deny the fact that it bothered her. From time to time the guys of the gym would flirt with her, ask her on dates and say pretty things to her, but they were never right for Kirishimi. Some would later admit to being intimidated by such an athletic woman while others just assumed she had money to spare.

While she fought with her dinner, Hien spared a glance at his phone. A chat message he had started earlier that week filled the screen.

Illya:: Have you asked her yet?

Laurelis:: Hello!!! It’s getting late! Tell us something!!

Shuri:: You had better not have chickened out!

He couldn’t deny the guilt welling in his gut. Instead of asking Kirishimi to meet him at the gym, he had begged her friends to help him in his endeavors to reach her. They were kind enough to oblige but seeing the slump in Kiri’s shoulders made him regret that decision. The girls weren’t to blame. Though he doubted Kirishimi could ever be truly mad at them. They were like family to her; sisters to the bitter end.

“Have you considered finding yourself a boyfriend?” Hien forced the words out of his mouth before he could second guess himself. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees now, taking a sip of his own sake.

Kiri’s fork stopped spinning for a heartbeat. Eventually she snorted and arched a brow at him. “Yeah. It’s real easy, isn’t it? Lemme just go ask some rando’s if they wanna date me.” She huffed before taking a bite.

“Please, do not ask random guys to date you.” He pleaded with a light smile.

“Sorry, but I’m afraid that’s my only option. Or die alone, I guess. My cursed bloodline ends with me.” Kiri teased, dramatically quoting a line from a movie the two had but recently watched.

“C’mon! You’re just being pessimistic. Surely there’s other guys in your life?” Hien leaned a little closer, desperate to catch a glimpse of her features while she nibbled at her food.

“The guys at work are scared of me. Especially when I wear heels.”

“You do that on purpose.”

“I like feeling superior! They treat me like dirt anyway. Bunch o’ assholes.”

“Anyone else?”

“Nope.”

“...What about me?”

“What about-” Kiri turned toward Hien, a questioning look dancing in her eyes. But her words fell short when she noticed him. His green eyes watching her, holding her gaze.

The sound of soft rain pelting the window soon filled the silence of the apartment. It was a romantic ambiance. A window in the kitchen, left open, let in the sweet scent of an approaching storm and the musky aroma of falling rain.

Her heart jumped into her throat as they shared in the quiet moment. All the discussions she ever had with the girls about this very topic came rushing to mind as she searched for words to say in response. Many times she had lamented to the others about her feelings for Hien, always under the impression that he had eyes only for the cute girls who frequented his gym. The girls in tight outfits who giggled and winked at Hien when he taught them how to use specific equipment. She had always wanted to be like them, so flirtatious when asking for his number so they could keep in touch. Several times before she had assumed he had even dated one or two of them, fleeting as they were.

Illya, Shuri, Laurelis, and even their significant others had demanded that she at least talk to Hien about it. To open her heart to see what transpired. But fear had kept her back. If he turned her down or realized her feelings, would he ask her to leave the gym? Who then would she turn to when she was alone at night, wanting anyone's voice but her own to fill the silence. Who would she spend her off days with watching movies or keep him from burning his own building down? It was the fear of being alone that chained her.

But now...

“Hien... You are... definitely a guy in my life.” Kirishimi managed to mutter, her cheeks burning with heat.

“Took you that long to notice?” Hien teased.

“Shuddup!” She huffed before crawling up onto the couch beside him once more. “You know what I meant. I didn’t think you thought of me like that...”

Hien turned so his back was toward the armrest, his body fully facing her. “It’d be an awful lie to say I didn’t think about you every day. Some nights I wait downstairs... Just to see if you stop by.”

“You could have texted me! You could have... said something...”

“I was afraid I’d lose you. I wanted to make sure you felt the same. Your friends gave me one hell of an earful when I spoke to them.” Hien frowned at the memory. Three women demanding he be honest. Although quiet and polite, the trio had honestly frightened him. But if it hadn’t been for them, he may have never found out. His question left unanswered.

“Hien...” Kiri, chewing a moment on her bottom lip, closed her eyes and reached for his hand with both of hers. “Hien, ya’ idiot! Of course I like you! I get stupid butterflies in my stomach when I see you. Gods know I look like a blushin’ idiot when you parade around the gym without yer shirt on. Or the fact that you’ve been my personal trainer for over a year when I don’t even need one-”

“At least I don’t charge you for that.” Hien interrupted, a blossoming grin plastering his face. “Kirishimi, I’m sorry I’m not a rando off the street like you envisioned, but will you go out with me?”

Snowy hair bounced wickedly as Kirishimi replied with an eager nod of her head. “Hells yes!” In unison they moved toward one another, Hien’s arms looping around her waist and drawing her onto his lap while her hands brought his face to hers, lips crashing in a heartbeat against the other.

#|| Untold Stories #hien x wol #hien x kirishimi #Modern au #my babiesssss #BE HAPPY YOU LITTLE TOADS #ILY #i could cry #the alternate idea would have been cool too #like he's trying to get her to say she should date him #but then she gets a text from aymeric asking if she wanted to go out #when she leaves hien the girls text him asking how it went #and he's kind of heartbroken like #...it could have gone better #BUT I DIDN'T WRITE THAT SO AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #maybe someday #thank you again for giving me such an au!!#astralyehga

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unknown--anna · 2 years

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Soooooo, hello hello

May I request some fluff from thee or is thou too busy

I'm just messing around. I see your suggestions are open so I'm just wondering if I can get some action with a smoll bean female reader who's anxious - separation and social anxiety, with big boy Diluc as a significant other. By smoll, I mean like really short. Like, 4'11 - using my own short height as reference, short. I saw your fic with playing with hands and I was absolutely blessed with this request. Tis okay I'd you cannot fulfill! Have a great day regardless

Hello!! Omfg this is adorabledhsnshsjajhshsh aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa thankyou for the suggestion 👁️👁️👌 anddd I'm sorry if I get separation anxiety wrong :"D

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Female reader

Genre: fluff

Character: Diluc

Warning: HES SO FLUFFY IM GONNA DIE💥💥💥

You wake up to the feeling of something wrong in the morning. Where's Diluc? Where is he? Last night he was holding you-

Oh.

He didn't move much from where he was. Instead, you did, so you tried to snuggle back into his embrace whilst doing your best not to wake him up. Well, he isn't the Darknight Hero for nothing, so he easily woke up.

When he realized what you were doing, he helped you and pulled you in with one hand securely around your waist like a safety blanket and the other caressing your hair, which was his way of saying, "I'm here and I'll always be here." An unspoken promise he made. You fit perfectly in his embrace, where your head would rest comfortably on his chest without your feet touching his.

When you two walk together, people are quick to notice the height difference and the fact that you'd always hold onto his much bigger hands sometimes give people the wrong idea, especially when you cling to him tighter. "That's adorable! Is she your niece?" "How old is she?" With some people asking, Diluc always knows how to handle them. He's aware that you're not great in socializing to say the least, especially if it includes many people at a time.

You don't really know how you and Diluc got together, but it just happened. Perhaps because of your similar love languages? Physical touch. Cuddling in comfortable silence or just about anything. As long as you can hold his hand or he can hold you. Of course, you still talk, but find it hard to express yourself verbally. Diluc isn't the best with words either, but he does try his best to help you.

Whenever night fell, you always dreaded whether or not he'd be gone for the night. You needed his presence. Whenever he went out as the Darknight Hero, you couldn't sleep. Toss and turn, flip the pillow, change positions, nothing worked, so you could only nervously wait. You couldn't stop yourself from looking at the clock that seemingly mocked you and slowed down.

Where is he?

Is he okay?

Did something happen?

No... No... No please...

Don't leave me.

"Y/N?" A familiar voice pulled you out of your thoughts. Diluc immediately ran to you breathless and kneeled in front of where you sat. He quickly took off his dirty gloves to hold your face in his warm hands and wiped tears your didn't know you had shed.

"It's okay. You're okay and so am I."

"I will always come home, back to you."

You slowly pulled him into a tight embrace and inhaled his comforting scent. You didn't care that his clothes were dirty. All you cared about was that he was here with you.

A wave of exhaustion crashed onto you as Diluc felt your body slowly become limp. He gently lifted you up with ease whilst rubbing your back in circles to lull you to sleep. It was approaching sunrise, so he knew you'd be in no condition to work, so he made sure to write a letter for your absence and have it sent to your workplace.

He'd gently lay you down on the bed, but as he was about to go get himself cleaned up, he felt your fingers gripping his wrist. You were unconscious, but it seems that didn't affect the fact that you didn't want him to leave you.

"I promise I'll be back, my dear."

He quickly showered and dried himself off, but when he returned, you were sitting on the bed with your legs tucked into your chest. When you heard the door open, you quickly got up to hug him. He kissed your forehead before lifting you up again, and setting in your shared bed with you being the little spoon tonight. Like always, his arms held you close and securely. Before drifting off, you felt him kiss the top of your head.

"Goodnight, my dear."

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fuck-goes-on · 3 years

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Lovers

pairing/s: marcus moreno x fem! reader x frankie morales

tag/s: SMUT 18+ (PWP, MMF, dom/sub dynamics question mark, oral sex (f+m receiving), one (1) spank, overstimulation, degration, praise kink), poly relationship (but i dont know much abt polyamarous relationships so if i get something wrong please tell me)

note/s: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA this did not go the way i planned only because i wrote this last year and never touched it again HAHA just wanted this out there so i dont think about how i wont write more SKSKSK marcus is honey, frankie is love, and reader is baby

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You loved your boyfriends, you really do. But right then, you just needed them to fuck you or else you'd leave to get yourself off.

You were on the bed, as naked as the day you were born, with Marcus sitting behind you and Frankie kneeling in front of you. Their hands were roaming all over your body, touching every surface of your skin except the actual part where you needed them the most. You leaned back against Marcus, resting your head on his shoulder as Frankie spread your legs wide.

"Fuck, hon, our pretty baby is already so wet for us," Frankie said, swiping a finger between your folds and making you jolt at the tiny friction it caused. Marcus held you down with his arm around your middle and hands groping your chest. "What do you think, should I eat our pussy out?"

"Hm, I don't know, love," Marcus hummed, "It does look good enough to eat. Why not?" He smirked at Frankie, and they both flipped you over on your stomach. You let out a surprised squeak as your face pressed against Marcus' bulge when your hips were pulled up high. His large hand gripped your hair tight pulling you close, grinding his covered cock on your cheek.

Frankie cursed behind you, slapping your ass and squeezing your cheeks before spreading you open. Your cunt and hole fluttered prettily for him, eager and waiting for his tongue. He didn't wait any longer and dove right in, shoving his face in between your thighs and licking a fat stripe from your clit to your hole. Moaning at your taste, he proceeded to flick your core with the tip of his tongue as his fingers trailed up to circle around your slit.

You whined out loud, bringing your hands up to cover your face. But Marcus couldn't have that and took both your wrists in one hand while the other hooked underneath your chin to make you look up. He smiled at your flushed face, your pleasure obvious as you gazed up at him with your mouth open. Tracing your bottom lip, he slipped his thumb in your mouth and watched as you immediately suckled on it. "Do you want something bigger in your mouth, baby? Tell me what you need and I'll give it to you."

"Please-" You whined out, looking up at Marcus pleadingly. Shrieking when a sharp slap was delivered to your ass, you turned your head around to see Frankie glaring at you from your behind. Your chin was harshly grabbed, forcing you to look back at your boyfriend in front of you.

"Come on now, pretty girl, you can beg better than that," Marcus cooed.

"Ple- Ah- Please give me y-your cock, sir," You cried out, as the on going stimulation on your clit drove you insane. You could feel Frankie smile against you as he continued alternating from licking into you and sucking on your swollen core.

Marcus calmly opened the front of his jeans and pulled out his throbbing cock, letting it rest on your flushed face. You grasped at the thick base, taking in the head in your mouth and suckling on it. Closing your eyes, you relaxed under the soothing caress of your boyfriend's hand on your head and took more of his cock deeper down your throat.

Frankie pulled away from your spit slicked mound and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He smiled as he watched you suck on Marcus’s cock and sat up on his knees. His large hands found their way on your asscheeks, squeezing and fondling them as he leaned over you to kiss Marcus.

Marcus gripped the back of Frankie's head and groaned lowly. Their tongues meet and search each other's mouths, sharing the taste of your slick between them. A thin thread of spit connects both men when they pulled away, smiling at each other as Frankie quirked his eyebrow at the other.

"I was right, our pussy tastes amazing," Marcus said, looking down and threading his hand in your hair to push you further down on his cock. "I'm sure it's greedy for something bigger, right, baby?"

You nod as best as you could while you mentally prepare for what would most likely be an intense night of your life.

#this did not go as i wanted #but fuck it #im trying my best here LMAO #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales #triple frontier #marcus moreno #marcus moreno x reader #we can be heroes #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader

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garciamorales · 2 years

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happy birthday love!”

Steve’s voice is the first thing you hear after waking up.

“what?”

You mumble still a bit confused as you sit up on the big bed.

“happy birthday!”

He repeats with a big smile, sitting down on the edge of the bed, his hair still a bit messy from the night, his eyes fixed on yours, his pretty smile decorating his face.

“22, bloody hell lobe look at you go! you’re gonna catch up with me soon.”

You chuckle softly at him.

“Dont think that’s how it works, love.”

You’re quick to point out as your rub your eyes but steven only shrugs.

“Who cares how it works my love, what’s important is that today is all about you, yeah?”

He asks, moving closer as he pulls you in for a kiss. Closing your eyes you let his lips lead you, only tilting your head to the side slightly to deepen the kiss when you feel his hand on the back. His tongue on yours only for a second before he pulls away quickly.

“OH! Presents!”

He jumps off the bed excited and you whine quietly, already missing the feeling of him on your lips.

“We’re gonna make sure today is wonderful, yeah?”

You smile watching his run around the flat picking up different gift bags and things wrapped in colorful wrapping paper.

“We made plans, Marc and I, the whole day planned out just for you! Half the day with me, the second half with Marc. Oh this is so exciting innit? We’re gonna take you out, a proper birthday date and and we’ll…Marc has some plans for…later.”

He stops for a second, looking you up and down with a small smirk.

“I think you’ll like what he planned for you…it’s just…it’s a bit more…erotic.”

He mumbles and chuckles at the way your eyes go wide at his words. He runs to your side of the bed quickly, cupping your face in his hands before pressing another kiss to your lips and then your forehead.

“You didn’t have to, both of you.”

You whisper quietly, feeling yourself melt into his touch. It takes a moment but you know what’s happening you can tell now, after being with them for a while, you notice the switches.

“Oh we did.”

Marc speaks after a moment, that god damn smirk on his face before his lips crash with yours.”

“We did baby, you deserve it, deserve a perfect birthday. Perfect birthday for our perfect baby boy.”

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!

DONT LOOK AT THE TYPOS DONT LOOK AT THEM!!

I-I-I I'M GONNA CRY 😭😭😭 MICHELLE WHAT IS THIS YOU I-I AAAAAAAAAAA I CANT WORDS THAT'S I OHHHHHH 😭😭 MY BOYS IM GOING TO CRY!!!! MICHELLE MY LOVE PLEASE I CANT THAT'S SO SO SWEET YOU YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO WRITE THAT I LOVE IT SO SO MUCH I CAN SEE IT IN MY HEAD STEVEN ALL EXCITED RUNNING AROUND TRYING TO PICK UP THE PRESENTS AND OHHHH GOD I LOVE HIM HE'D BE SO EXCITED AND THE KISS AAAAA AND THEN HE STOPS TO RUN AND GET PRESENTS AND I WHINE... sounds like ME AND I CANT I CANT THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER THE BEST GIFT I COULD ASK FOR AAAAAA I CAN SEE IT IN MY HEAD SO WELL AND SEE THE COLOURFUL WRAPPING PAPER HE'D HAVE USED AND AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THE UHH THE UHHHH HE THE... MARC HAVING PLANS FOR THE NIGHT I I UHHH 😳😳 I oh god I I oh god what would he have planned I'd die I OHH AND STEVEN'S SMIRK AND I WOULD JUST GO 👁️👄👁️😳 AAAAAAAAAAA I LOVE SO MUCH AND THE MARC AND HE THAT DAMN SMIRK AND HE HE CALLED ME BABY AND THEN BABY BOY I CAN'T DO THIS MICHELLE AAAAAAAAAA I'M GONNA CRY 😭😭😭 I LOVE YOU SO SO MUCH THANK YOU SO SO MUCH MY LOVE I LOVE IT SO SO SO SO SO MUCH WAAAAAA

THIS IS ME RIGHT NOW

#I CAN'T DO THIS IM GONNA GO AND CRY AND I I WAAAAAAA #MICHELLE I LOVE THIS SO SO MUCH AND IT MADE ME GRIN SO HARD AND FEEL SO WARM AND 🥺🥺🥺#I LOVE YOU SO SO SO MUCH THANK YOU MY LOVE THANK YOU 🥺🥺😭😭#Michelle #Chellestrash #Friends #Asks #Benito rambles #Moon Knight #Steven Grant #Marc Spector

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