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kumkaniudaku · 5 months ago

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Had Me At Hello

Summary: Terry and Patrice meet for the first time.

Pairing: Terry Richmond x Black!OC

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: None

Francis Edwards High School was a pristine, two-story jungle filled with Cumberland County's most gifted teenagers. From the first bell at 7 AM until the final ding at 2:30 PM, impenetrable cliques and established hierarchies ruled the hallways, classrooms, and bustling cafeteria, turning the already daunting task of making friends into a nearly impossible uphill battle.

A new school year was nothing more than a formality for returning students. Friend groups were locked in. Moving up and down the sacred social ladder was a tall task many dared not undertake. Seniors looking to make a name for themselves before walking across the stage concocted grand plans to achieve legendary status. Incoming freshmen were given the golden opportunity to shed their image from middle school and step into brand new skin if they were lucky.

By mid-October of his freshman year, Terrence Richmond felt like he'd cracked high school's code. A massive growth spurt throughout eighth grade shot him up from a slight 5'7" to a respectable 5'11", aiding his first-string wide receiver campaign. Sure, he was brand new to the team and coming behind an all-state senior plus two juniors making waves in their own right, but stranger things had happened. One twisted ankle or subpar progress report, and he'd be well on the way to becoming the big man on campus.

While student-athletes gathered to work through math problems and critical thinking questions in factions during study hall, Terrence used his binder to deflect jagged paper balls aimed at his forehead from his teammate and lifting buddy, Robert.

"Bro, chill," Terrence laughed before chucking the piece of trash back in Robert's direction. "I'm trying to do my homework. You should be, too, by the way!"

Robert turned his nose up and scoffed. "Why? Get somebody to do it for you." He gestured toward a library full of students, then looked back at Terrence. "Pick somebody. Shit, ask one of your teachers. You on the football team. Your job is to play football."

"Yeah, okay," Terrence scoffed. "Try tellin' my mama that. If she found out I had people doin' my work, she'd kick my ass. Then tell my daddy, and they would kick my ass together."

"At least you got a dad. I'm still waiting on mine to get back from the store. It must take a long time to get cigarettes."

Their goofy, loud laughter eclipsed a spirited conversation between the senior defensive core, earning attention neither of them cared to have.

While being on the team shielded Terrence from the dog-eat-dog world of high school civilian life, it wasn't enough to escape the internal politics governing a rowdy bunch of teenage boys.

The pecking order was clear and meant to go unchallenged. Seniors commanded starting roles, leaving everyone else to fight for crumbs until their time came to rise up the ranks. Most underclassmen accepted the natural order of things. Eventually, an opportunity would arise, and they'd run with it. But Terrence didn't have time to wait. Four years wasn't long enough to play safe. He had his sights set on NFL glory. And, while his coaches found his ambition honorable, young men three years his senior considered Terrence a threat to stability.

Scowling, the starting defensive back directed his ire toward Terrence and Robert. "Fuck is so funny?"

“Nothin’!” Robert's quick response made Terrence roll his eyes. Robert's deer-caught-in-headlights gaze darted back to his friend, softening his brown eyes into apologetic saucers. He mumbled a timid, "Sorry." as an apology.

For Terrence, backing down wasn't an option. Even if it was, he couldn't imagine a universe in which his father's stern lesson about standing up for yourself wouldn't haunt him for all eternity.

He shrugged as cooly as he could as he leaned back in his chair. "Homework, Drew. You wanna talk about your's too, since you still in ninth- grade algebra with us? Let us help you, bro. We a team."

Raucous laughter at his expense made Drew shrink back in embarrassment. His intelligence, or lack thereof, wasn't a secret, but it also wasn't a line anyone dared cross. Unfortunately for him, Terrence had no reverence for tired rules.

Anger turned Drew's ears and nose red as he considered turning a light spat into a physical altercation. Terrence sat up straight to answer his adversary's unspoken challenge, narrowing his lids into slits and tightening his jaw repeatedly. His fists sat balled in his lap, clenching and unclenching in preparation. If things took a turn for the worst, his readiness was paramount. What he lacked in size, he could make up in speed. Either that or he'd have to deal with his father when all was said and done. He chose to take his chances.

Sensing a fight on the other side of harmless jokes, one of the senior linemen with a soft spot for Terrence's fearlessness stepped in.

"Alright, D, he busted yo ass. Let it go, man." Demarcus laughed before gripping his friend's shoulder to push him back into his seat. "Aye, Terry, you gotta chill. You a freshman. Be cool sometimes."

"It's Terrence. Not Terry."

Demarcus waved off Terrence's correction. "It's Terry, nigga. We already got a Terrence," he mentioned, pointing to a junior safety at the far end of the table. "Now, if y'all wanna fight about it, we can set something up after practice." Terrence eyed his older namesake, sizing him up before making a business decision. His father also taught him to pick his battles wisely. Demarcus took Terry's silence as an answer and continued. "Exactly. Now, move yo skinny ass out the way so we can see ol' girl behind you."

Catcalls and lewd whistling rippled around three tables pushed together to make one as young men coursing with raging hormones leaned over to get a glimpse of the new girl.

Long-legged and umber-skinned, she stood out in a room full of semi-familiar faces. Everyone at Francis attended school together at some point. Schoolyard bonds followed most students from pre-k to graduation, turning each schoolyear into a reunion of sorts. She, however, was different, fresh, and mysterious.

Dark brown pressed hair pulled into a low ponytail showed off high cheekbones and piercing eyes. Plump lips drooping into a slight frown told anyone wondering she wasn't interested in too many long conversations. A thin frame sporting naturally lean muscle might trick a less perceptive person into believing she was an athlete. The handwritten 'Francis Edwards Book Club' sign hanging crooked behind her head told a different story. She was a serious scholar with little time for public school games.

"Damn! She gotta be from outta town." One player commented after blowing the girl a kiss and receiving an annoyed eye roll in return.

Another boy added his two cents to the mix. "I heard she transferred from some private school. Catholic girl or something like that."

"You know how the Catholic school girls get down. Straight nasty."

Crass comments, growing increasingly inappropriate, turned into nothing more than background chatter while Terry stared at the only person worth existing as far as he was concerned.

Patrice Ellis. He'd seen the back of her head in one of his classes, not knowing the beauty hidden on the other side. She always smelled like the cocoa butter his mom used to keep his baby sisters moisturized. In class, she was quiet and observant. He liked hearing her answer questions and sometimes jotted her responses as notes in case they were hit with a pop quiz or he needed a reminder during his study time.

Seeing Patrice quietly adjust stacks of paper while waiting for anyone to interact with her table nearly stole all of the air from Terry's lungs. He couldn't look away. He didn't want to look away. She had his undivided attention.

Until a grating voice spouting crude nonsense forced him to rejoin the conversation.

"Bet $15 I can't take her down before Christmas break."

Demarcus extended his arm toward Drew for a handshake agreement, a disbelieving look settling on his face. "I'll bet you $20 you won't go over there and talk to her right now."

"Who won't? Man, stop playing with me!"

"Do it then!"

Terry's eyes darted between the two seniors, syncing to his rising heartbeat. Everything in him wanted to stay out of their antics. He begged his legs to stop bouncing, trying to negotiate with his brain to let go of the stupid idea it'd concocted. Mind your business. Make a good impression. Don't step on any toes. Sit down, Terry.

A hush fell over the group while they watched everyone's favorite mouthy frosh jam books and papers into his backpack before taking long strides toward the neatly decorated folding table by the library's entrance.

Patrice noticed his lanky body standing out in the crowd like a car wash inflatable with adorable curls forming a dense afro. His eyes, beautiful round orbs of sea green and honey, bore into hers like he owed her a tongue-lashing for something she couldn't remember. They sat near each other in third-period algebra. Maybe her constant pencil tapping was more of a distraction than she thought.

Then he smiled. Full lips beneath a wispy mustache smoothly slid into a bright, teeth-baring grin to show off all his pearly whites. His nose scrunched, and his eyes crinkled on the side, betraying the intensity he'd displayed only seconds prior.

Breathtaking. Patrice rushed to busy her mind and hands, hoping his attention-stealing grin was meant for someone she couldn't see and that he'd stroll right past her into the hallway.

A shadow the size of a beanstalk appeared over her navy blue tablecloth and spoke to her in a soft, small voice. "Are y'all still accepting sign-ups?"

Most of what he said was lost in the chaos of students transitioning out of the room for their respective sports obligations, forcing Patrice to finally look up. Terry stood before her, still smiling, his eyes expectant and curious as he looked down at her.

"I'm sorry, you have to speak up. I didn't…I didn't hear what you said."

"Oh. I-" Terry stopped short to clear his throat. "I just asked if y'all were still accepting sign-ups. Because I'd like to, um, join…if I can. Are you in the club?"

"Wouldn't be sitting here if I wasn't."

Terry nervously adjusted his heavy bookbag on his arm. "Right. My bad." He pointed at the sign-up sheet. "Can I?"

Patrice cocked her head to one side. "You sure? I figure you'd wanna join math club since you're so good at it. Or literally anything else. Didn't think you were the reading type."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Terry watched Patrice pluck a pen from her advisor's mug and slide it across the table to him. When she didn't answer, he pressed again. "Why'd you say that?"

"Say what?"

He bent over to scribble his last name into the appropriate box. "That you didn't think I'd be the reading type. Why?"

"Because you hang around a bunch of idiots," Patrice sassed as she nodded behind him to a table of boys jeering in the background.

Terry tried to contain his smile at how adult she was despite not looking much older than his fourteen years, instead fighting to keep his brow furrowed in feigned confusion. "What does that have to do with me, though? You think I'm an idiot?"

"Birds of a feather flock together. I've heard some things."

Stories of hazel eyes and broad shoulders kept young girls from 9th to 12th-grade giggling amongst themselves whenever news got around that Terry was in the vicinity. He took the ogling in stride with the guys, sending diplomatic waves to googly-eyed young women like the second coming of President Obama. But, privately, the new attention overwhelmed him. He wasn't sure how to exist in his body or navigate the sudden drop in his voice.

Patrice only knew unconfirmed rumor mill pieces of information. Terry was dating multiple girls in the ninth grade. Terry had a girlfriend at a school across town. Terry was an asshole. Terry this, Terry that. She couldn't keep up and preferred to steer clear of this Terry character. Still, there he was, standing in front of her and expecting an explanation for an offhanded comment she desperately wanted to move past.

"You shouldn't judge a book by its cover. Nobody ever told you that?" Terry's eyes flickered up to Patrice's to find her making a face as she rolled her eyes.

She kissed her teeth. "Yeah, they did, and it's stupid. How else will I decide to pick a book if I don't judge its cover first?"

"Okay, well, what if I judged you?" He paused to make space for Patrice's rebuttal, but one never came. He continued. "In class, you don't talk and scrunch your face up at everybody. You bring your lunch to school instead of goin' through the line like the rest of us and rush down the hallway like you're late for something every day. What if I said you thought you were better than us because you came from private school?"

"You'd be wrong. I just… haven't been able to fit in yet," Patrice countered. "And who told you I came from a private school?"

Terry chuckled. "I'm judging you by your cover. And the St. Pius pin you keep on your backpack." He pointed toward the white and gold crest pinned to the left strap of her orange Jansport, then gave her a sympathetic smile. "You miss your friends. I get it. I would, too. But, if you wanna make some new ones that aren't teachers, you can't be so mean all the time."

"You don't know me," she countered in defiance.

"I want to."

Terry didn't know what made him make such a bold declaration. He wasn't usually so forward or willing to converse with strangers. This stranger, in all her beauty and endearing sass, was different. She'd drawn him in with little more than a slight scowl, which he knew was only a defense mechanism to ward off unserious would-be suitors. He wasn't them, though. He never said anything he didn't mean.

Capping the pen, Terry smiled, handed Patrice her utensil, and slid the paper back to her. "I'm Terrence, by the way. Or Terry. Either works."

"Which one do you prefer?"

"Um, Terrence…I think."

She smiled, finally showing her teeth, before giggling. "You think? Which name do you like more?"

"Terrence," he answered as he returned her smile. "Call me Terrence."

"Okay, Terrence." Terrence. Patrice wanted to repeat his name again and again to feel the easy cadence roll of her tongue. Instead, she extended her hand for him to grab and shake. Terry gently took hold of her fingers, forgetting to finish the process until Patrice initiated it for him. "Welcome to the club. I'm –"

He cut her off, still holding on long after they'd completed the simple formality. "Patrice. I know. Nice to meet you." Slowly, he released her hand, immediately creating a void she wished he'd fill again. A short laugh escaped past Terry's lips before he adjusted his backpack again and prepared to walk away. "Guess I'll see you during free block next Wednesday? Maybe you can get to know me for yourself instead of making all those assumptions."

"Yeah. Maybe."

A final once-over helped Terry and Patrice commit each other's faces to memory before Terry backed his way out of the library and temporarily out of her life.

As easily as her new connection's effortless cool calmed heightened anxiety, his associated band of buffoons infiltrated her serene bubble with their unique brand of foolish behavior. They filed out of the library one by one, some making faces and a few more spouting garbage in passing. Idiots, just as she thought.

When they were out of dodge, and the library was back to the quiet, safe haven she loved, Patrice looked back down at the sheet of paper with one name neatly written in slender, slanted print. Her index finger traced each letter as she tried to relive the smile and soft voice attached to the name she'd never forget.

Terrence Richmond. A beautiful cover to a book she hoped to read from front to back one day.

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gallifreyanhotfive · 1 year ago

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Random Doctor Who Facts You Might Not Know, Part 7

While writing The Pirate Planet, Douglas Adams considered that Xanxia could be the Master or the Master's daughter when trying to figure out her motivations.

When he met his Ninth, Tenth, and Twelfth incarnations, the Eighth Doctor was pleased to see them acting as childish as ever.

While excavating Ice Warrior Citadels, Bernice Summerfield had sex with a man named Tim in the egg chamber.

The Second Doctor once saw the musical Hamilton.

Upon meeting the Twelfth Doctor, the Eleventh Doctor thought he was the Master.

Ace has dreamt of being naked and stabbing people before.

The Doctor was friends with Mao Zedong before he rose to power (although he "probably wouldn't listen" to the Doctor after his rise).

Om-Tsor is a drug that the Eighth Doctor once took A LOT of in order to telekinetically stop missiles.

The Second Doctor took Jamie back in time to kill a would-be dictator as a baby as well but was also unable to go through with it.

The Sixth Doctor once commented on his resemblance to Commander Maxil to Peri Brown.

According to the Eighth Doctor, an imminent regeneration feels like "a caterpillar wrapping itself in a chrysalis."

The Eleventh Doctor once said that regenerating in a morgue is something you should only do once.

After receiving word that the Master had died, the Fifth Doctor took Tegan and Turlough to his funeral in the nursing home he had died in. This was a trap, of course, and the Master tried to steal his remaining regenerations. Turlough had to save the Doctor.

As a Time Lord, the Doctor often has flashes of people's futures and could see someone's past when he looks at them.

The Seventh Doctor traveled alone as he got older because he couldn't trust himself with another life.

The role of Sarah Jane Smith was originally cast to April Walker rather than Elisabeth Sladen, but Walker was found to not have chemistry with Pertwee and was thus quietly paid for the contract she had signed on for. Neither Barry Letts nor Sladen ever revealed who the other Sarah Jane was during their lifetimes, and her name was only uncovered by an infotext writer during his research.

The Doctor's psychic potential is so great that even after his final incarnation's death his corpse generated a psychic call for a long time.

In several accounts, the Sixth Doctor killed himself, either after having been convinced to do so by his Seventh self, purposefully piloting the TARDIS into the Rani's tractor beam, sacrificing his chronal energy, etc. Colin Baker finds the exercise bike theory to be very disappointing (so out of respect for him, I do not consider that a possibility).

The Doctor was taught how to perform hypnosis by the Master.

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28

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nabiracha · 4 months ago

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Chapter 2: Sasaeng or idol?

Y'all, my nose is fucking killing me. I'm trying to speed it up to where they meet finally, but i also have to add details so it's not a crappy story. Don't hate me :) I'm getting five hours of sleep after this....

Synopsis: Y/n reblogs something and chan comments. They finally make a move, even though it's not on her.

Warnings: Stalking, creepy behavior, idk.

A few weeks earlier…

“No, sunbaenim.” I roll my eyes, pressing the elevator button. I was going back to the dorm when one of my manager's called, asking for me to send him some money. I assumed it was for drink’s based off the sounds I could hear in the background. It sounded like a bar. “Don’t be a brat, y/n.” He slurred, only further proving my point.

The elevator dinged, signaling it was here and giving me an excuse to hang up. “I have to go, sunbaenim. Sorry,” I wasn’t sorry, obviously. Who would be? I entered the elevator as the door’s opened, my head hung low when I saw that there were other people in the elevator. It was only about four people, but still. I tended to avoid person-to-person contact when it wasn’t necessary.

I bowed out of respect though, of course. They had bowed back and muttered small ‘hellos’ when I was finally in the elevator. My phone pinged, lighting up my lockscreen. I hadn’t realized they could see my phone. So I unlocked it, revealing my very…questionable lockscreen. It was me, wearing a baby pink collar. I thought I had looked good in it, so I made that my homescreen. It wasn’t sexual, just a little odd.

Maybe that’s the moment Chan had decided she was who he wanted. Maybe that’s when he decided that he’d go to extreme lengths just to get her. Or maybe it was another time.

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“Yeah, yeah.” I nod, listening to Nina speak. She had signed an NDA with a fan, but he was a creep so she didn’t follow through. “He tried to sneak cameras into my dorm, when I brought him back.” I shook my head at the insanity. It wasn’t uncommon for fans, or rather sasaengs, to be creepy or obsessive.

I was a book person, I loved to read and write. But being a book person came with some odd things. Like new discovered kinks. Like this one, stalking. It was something most people thought wrong, but to me, there were conditions. If I liked them, it wasn’t wrong. Or if it wasn’t to spread information about me to the public, or to harm me, I couldn’t care less. Sure, it was creepy, but if I wasn't being harmed, who cared?

“You told the managers, no?” I spoke english with Nina often, considering that was a language we both spoke fluently along with korean. She nodded, “Yeah, he got arrested.”

I hummed, muttering a ‘good’ before standing up. “Practice is over, we should head back to our dorms. She followed me out of the room, up the stairs, and onto the eighth floor. I passed two people but didn’t bother looking, even as I felt their stairs linger. Everything had been going great, we ordered dinner, I got time on my phone, Hee-min got to take a nap. Na-yang got to do whatever the hell it is she does, and Nina got to bake.

I was scrolling through tumblr when I came across a Stray Kids fic. It piqued my interest, as it was about a teacher and his student. I reblogged it, the main focus of the fic being the leader; Bang Chan. I’d seen him in the passings, made eye-contact with him in the elevator a few weeks ago–Wait, why did I remember that? I make eye-contact with people all the time.

Chan was a wolf hybrid, and he smelled like pine. He radiated this gentle, commanding aura about him. He was attractive, as were all Stray kids members.

I had started to doze off when my phone pinged. “Thinking about me, huh?” I clicked on the account immediately, eyebrows furrowing. It was the same account that had followed me the other day, odd. Maybe they were trying to be Chan, act like him. It couldn’t really be him, right?

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Chan got the notification that she reblogged, as did everyone else. And he commented. No reaction from her.

It had been about two weeks, her group now on tour. So they made their way to her dorm room, Seungmin picking the lock. Felix was the most unsure about this, but he didn’t care.

Cameras. That’s what they were putting in her room. First, he had the obsession, now the other boys. She was mine. Well, ours. She just didn’t know it yet.

They snuck into her dorm room, on the eighth floor. Her group was currently on tour, so they’d be gone for awhile. Her managers went with her, so they didn’t have to worry about getting caught. Most people believed it would be sasaengs putting cameras in an Idol’s dorm room, but this time…It was Idols.

“Jeongin, that’s too obvious.” Chan scolded the youngest, his eyes soft but his voice annoyed. He glared slightly, his orange fluffy ears flicking with irritation. “You place it then.” He huffed, shoving the tiny camera in my chest. The eldest rolled my eyes but didn’t respond. They spoiled the maknae too much, they knew that. He hid the tiny camera in her fake plant.

“Knew she seemed like the type to have a shit ton of stuffed animals.” Seungmin mumbled, picking up a teddy bear that conveniently had a tiny hole in it. He placed another tiny camera in the hole, making sure they could see through the camera clearly after. Hyunjin nodded, eyes scanning her bedroom. Pink, white, cream colors, stuffed animals, shit ton of blankets and that sweet, sweet scent of peaches…

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inkbagel · 2 months ago

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LOVE YOUR ARTTTT pleaseeee tell me more about your ocs!!! like, reference sheets and stufff

THANK YOU!! 🩷🩷🩷

i’ve been writing for these four a lot recently. they’re all superheroes.

(note that stardust’s name is actually nightlight i��m just too lazy to update the ref)

they work in nine hour shifts to make sure someones always available to stop crime, and bc of overlap they usually also have a partner to work with. atlas and nightlight take the night shifts while wolf and eight take the day shifts.

ive been slowly making the refs for their villains but havent finished them all yet. here are the ones i have currently.

wolf and lynx are in love and atlas and nightlight are falling in love for the extent of the comic i’m writing for them. they all have their respective abilities and i’ve made posts about them (check #superhero ocs in my featured tags) but my favorite one is wolf’s ability to transfer memories and information via kissing on the mouth. there is no point to this other than it’s really funny. you’d think this wouldn’t come in handy but no they get in a lot of weird situations.

atlas teaches at a school in the daytime (their civilian name is ash kingsley, she also uses she/her as a civilian) and lives alone in their apartment for about half the story. (they let eight and nightlight move in eventually) i don’t have much written for their backstory since a lot of their character development takes place in the comic, but they decided to be a superhero bc growing up they watched people close to them get hurt by crime in the city and many of their friends moved away because of it. they’re a bit of a tech genius and made themselves mechanical wings that let them fly very poorly. their fist also glows when they clench it. they’re the shortest on the team.

nightlight is an alien whos race doesn’t really live on any planet but rather float around in space together like jellyfish. they eat asteroids to sustain themselves and hold hands when they sleep to keep themselves from floating away from the colony. when nightlight was a child, she accidentally let go of her parents hands while asleep and drifted alone in space for years. finally she landed on earth and realized just how alone shes been and decided to stay on earth for at least a little while. her real name is starsha. her powers aren’t really explained ever. she just has light powers.

eight comes from a very broken household and was kicked out at seventeen when his sibling outed him to their parents as trans. they’ve done their best to rebuild their life since then, but are still on the cusp of being homeless. he moves in with atlas once he is actually homeless and stays with them until he can get back on his feet. their name is The Eighth Diamond bc it’s their favorite playing card, but everyone always asks him what happened to the last seven diamonds which drives him crazy. they throw playing cards that explode on impact into elemental things: plant explosion, ice explosion, fire explosion etc. he’s trying his best to build a career as an artist but this does not pay well. his real name is marco blank.

wolf comes off as very cool and collected, but shes secretly a huge loser and the rest of the team eventually figures this out. her costume is made almost entirely out of trash and even her domino mask is just duct tape. as a civilian she has red circles over her eyes bc of how much the duct tape irritates her skin. shes a special kind of mutant who can grow animal features and have colored hair on command (so she can have a magical girl transformation essentially. lynx has the same mutation) and she has enhanced smell and hearing and has claws. shes also colorblind. her real name is hailie kane.

my favorite supervillain, who i have not designed yet, is the Evil Wizard. he is the main source of all their problems. one time he switched atlas and nightlights clothes so everyone thought they had sex. he constantly takes away their memories so they all have to kiss wolf to get them back. he turned atlas and wolf into beasts once. he’s the king of fuck around and find out. he loves annoying the heroes. he doesn’t really even have any reason for it, he’s not trying to take over the world or anything, he just is really bored and also an evil wizard. this is a bad combination.

lynx is not really a villain, her day job is actually working as a famous supermodel, but she also steals a lot of things (mostly from museums) to sell and give money to poor people. but for the most part her supervillain activities consist of fuck with wolf until shes so mad she fights back which leads to making out half the time. her real name is felicia dawn. she has cat powers.

the rat burglar’s entire motif is he wants to impress his evil mushroom girlfriend. he turned himself into a rat to be with her. he almost blows up eight and wolf to impress her. he wants her to say mean things to him while killing him. he just really loves her.

his evil mushroom girlfriend, who i havent found a good enough name for, is probably the most evil out of all my villains. she wants to turn everyone in the city into mushroom zombies to do her bidding. she almost turns atlas into a mushroom zombie. she has a very creepy aesthetic.

kalmourn is a shadow demon dragged out of it’s world by some teenagers who wanted to summon a demon. it can’t figure out how to get back and is stuck in this world as a shadow. it can shapeshift and pick people up by their shadows but it’s deathly afraid of light. it only knows pain and anguish and is trying to eat everyone in the city becuase that’s all it knows how to do. at some point it finds a baby shadow demon and stops trying to fight so it can take care of it.

i’m drawing a comic for these guys and slowly posting it here. they go on a lot of adventures. they die a few times. i’ve been working on them for a while.

thank you again for the ask. i really like rambling :3

#oc stuff #superhero oc #atlas and nightlight #inkbagel asks #oc art

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aventurineswife · 8 months ago

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Stages of Shadows: Contestant No.4

Name:

Veritas Ratio

Height without shoes:

5'11"

Occupation:

Member of the Intelligentsia Guild

Background:

Dr. Ratio, a celebrated intellect, has long been recognized for his brilliant contributions to knowledge and education. He earned his eighth doctoral degree and the esteemed First Class Honors Degree from the University of Veritas Prime, a notable achievement that had remained vacant for two Amber Eras. Despite his legendary status and numerous documentaries documenting his life, he has faced criticism and contention for not being accepted into the Genius Society, a situation that fuels his desire to prove his worth. Joining the Intelligentsia Guild allowed him to channel his passion into eradicating ignorance and fostering creativity throughout the universe.

Personality:

Confident and self-assured, Dr. Ratio is candid in his beliefs, often coming across as arrogant or dismissive towards those who do not meet his high intellectual standards. His fervent dedication to spreading knowledge drives him, believing that creativity and intellect are accessible to everyone, not just geniuses. While he may be contentious, his goal remains noble: to empower others through education.

Strengths:

Unmatched Intelligence: His unparalleled intellect allows him to devise innovative solutions and inspire those around him.

Passion for Education: He is dedicated to making knowledge accessible to all, motivating others to seek learning and creativity.

Physical Presence: His muscular build and striking appearance command attention, enhancing his authoritative presence.

Weaknesses:

Arrogance: His confidence can lead to alienating others, creating barriers in forming connections.

Dismissive Attitude: His tendency to dismiss those who do not meet his standards may cause friction and misunderstandings.

Pressure of Expectations: The weight of his achievements and the desire for acceptance can create stress and impact his well-being.

Motivation:

Dr. Ratio's primary motivation lies in eradicating ignorance and spreading wisdom. He views Stages of Shadows as an opportunity to reach a broader audience, share his ideals, and empower others through education and creativity. His friendship with Aventurine influences his decision to participate, as they share similar goals and values, aiming to inspire others in their journey.

Friendship:

Dr. Ratio shares a friendship with Aventurine, who appreciates his intellect and dedication to spreading knowledge. Their dynamic often blends intellect with creativity, as both characters navigate their respective challenges while supporting each other's goals.

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#Stages of Shadows #contestant no.4 #hsr #honkai star rail #ratio honkai star rail #veritas ratio #hsr ratio #dr ratio #hsr aventurine #aventurine #aventurine honkai star rail #star rail aventurine #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader

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ragnarlothcat · 5 months ago

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you KNOW i’m rolling up to ask about groundhog (my beloved……….)

Ahhh my poor sad groundhog day fic. You know, when I started writing that thing in 2021 I thought to myself "this will be my magnum opus, my seminal interpretation of the relationship between Obi-Wan and Anakin and probably my favourite fic." Then I got distracted by 50 other story ideas and the continued passage of time and it all fell apart around me. Now, if I'd been trapped in a groundhog day time loop of my own, then perhaps...

The last chapter ended with Obi-Wan basically saying that his own transgression (faking his death in the Rako Hardeen arc) was unkind, sure, but that it's not like Anakin doesn't keep important secrets of his own. And the next chapter is Anakin gradually wrestling with that fact, that maybe he isn't as forthcoming as he could be and that truths and lies are more nuanced than he'd considered. Here's the scene where Anakin bumps into Aayla in the hallway for the (eighth?) time.

This is the sort of thing he means: Aayla’s love life is interesting (quite interesting, actually. How long has it been going on? Does anyone else know? Does Kit insist on having sex underwater and if so, how long can Aayla hold her breath?), but it’s not something Anakin needs to know.

Or is it?

If honesty is such a virtue, shouldn’t everyone else be honest too? Yeah, Anakin never told Aayla about Padmé, but the two situations aren’t even the same. Anakin was dating a senator, whereas Aayla is entangled with another Jedi, a councilor, even, and sleeping with a councilor is much bigger deal, ethically.

Probably.

Actually, is it? Padmé had suggested that there was some sort of conflict of interest in their relationship since the Jedi technically report to the senate. Anakin hadn’t seen any problem with it a) because when Padmé had brought this up, he had been in the middle of undressing her and the Republic’s chain of command had been low on his list of priorities.

And b), it’s not like Anakin has ever listened to orders, from the senate or otherwise. Maybe with some other Jedi it might have been an issue, but with Anakin? He’d simply laughed and kissed Padmé and assured her that he’d treat her with the same level of respect he treats all politicians.

(He remembers the pillow to the face that comment provoked with a wince.)

Either way, maybe he and Aayla should be more open with each other. Aayla can tell him all about her dalliance with Kit (seriously, are they in love? Can Anakin help plan the wedding?) and Anakin will tell her—

Anakin will tell her about his two-year relationship with Padmé, and how it all fell apart around him.

Hmm.

“Anakin? Are you okay? You’ve just been sort of…standing there.”

So he has.

“I’m fine,” Anakin lies. “I was just thinking.”

“Thinking?”

Anakin’s been doing a lot of thinking recently. What else is there to do when imprisoned in the same day and on the same planet? “Aayla, I have something I want to tell you. Something I want to ask.”

“Of course,” she replies, and she brushes against him in the Force. “Anything, Anakin.”

When Anakin first joined the Jedi, he struggled to fit in. He was always too much for the other Padawans. Too angry, too talented, too impatient.

But Aayla, the Padawan of one of Obi-Wan’s most inexplicable friends, had been a few years older. Mature enough and kind enough to spend time with the unruly little boy none of the other younglings had wanted around.

Anakin can do this. Anakin can open his mouth

I was in a two-year relationship with Padmé, and I never told you. I never told anyone. And now I know you’re seeing Kit Fisto. Why haven’t you told me? Do I not seem like the kind of person you can trust with a secret? Do you also sometimes have nightmares about your master finding out about your relationship, about your weakness, your need to be loved?

Are you scared he’ll turn you away?

“Never mind,” Anakin says, and shakes his head. “You have to see Luminara—”

“What? No, I mean, how did you—”

“—and I have to report to the council.” The Jedi Council. The same group of people who aided and abetted Obi-Wan massive deception. Who lied to Anakin’s face as he unraveled, trying to find the man who he believed had murdered his master, his dearest friend, his—

“Right,” Aayla says slowly, and she withdraws. “Well, we can always talk later. It’s not good to keep things bottled up.”

No, Anakin thinks, as he continues down the hall. It really isn’t.

#wip ask game #thank you friend!!!#man i wish i could chain myself to the radiator so i'd have to finish this fic #but i don't even own a radiator #if not for that surely i'd be done by now #groundhog day fic #wtf is my tag for this one?

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the-consortium · 1 year ago

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Fabius treating Noise Marines gentle and with respect is my jam!

They are the only other sons of Fulgrim he refers to as "brothers" unironically and I think that's beautiful. He even kind of lets the whole "Song of Slaanesh"-obsession slide. And that's a big thing!

All Noise Marines were, in some sense, descended from those first, crude surgeries he’d performed at Fulgrim’s behest. It pleased him to think that his works would live on in this manner, passed between warbands and isolated practitioners like some secret knowledge from the days of Old Night.

Reynolds, Josh. Primogenitor (Fabius Bile: Warhammer 40,000 Book 1) (English Edition) . Games Workshop. Kindle-Version.

‘How much of you is left under there? Where does the machine leave off and the man begin?’ Bile said. In a way, he admired Elian and his brothers. They were at once the pinnacle of his work, and a warning of what was to come, should humanity be allowed to brave the dangers of the galaxy without his guiding hand.

Reynolds, Josh. Primogenitor (Fabius Bile: Warhammer 40,000 Book 1) (English Edition) . Games Workshop. Kindle-Version.

‘Ramos and his choir have not stirred from their garden,’ Khorag said. ‘And it has been some time since you first welcomed them aboard Vesalius. They are hardly guests.’ ��Yes.’ Fabius shook his head. ‘Time passes so quickly. It has not seemed so long.’

Reynolds, Josh. Clonelord (Fabius Bile: Warhammer 40,000 Book 2) (English Edition) . Kindle-Version.

‘Lieutenant commander, you live… again,’ the Kakophoni pulsed. ‘Hello, Ramos. You and your brothers did not join the coup.’ ‘Why would we? What does it matter to us who rules this ship?’ Ramos, Bull of the Eighth Millennial, spread heavy arms, and the air churned with a roiling growl. ‘Though, it must be said, on the whole, we prefer you to Thalopsis. He had no ear for music, that one.’

Reynolds, Josh. Clonelord (Fabius Bile: Warhammer 40,000 Book 2) (English Edition) . Kindle-Version.

#warhammer #the consortium #fabius bile #emperor's children #Noise Marines #Kakophoni #Warhammer40k

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that-one-thespian · 6 months ago

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My dnd group had a Secret Strahd swap, and this is my gift for @whumpr! Promise is my character, and Fion is his!

Promise sits on her bedroll next to the spectral, glowing figure of Saint Markovia, the guardian she summoned to watch over them. She hopes it’s enough to shield them from all that hunts them in the night.

Her eyes keep drifting to Fion. She knows there are fangs now beneath the mask that he so rarely takes off. Distantly, she wonders if he is having nightmares. She resolves to wake him if that is the case.

Her companion deserves better. He doesn’t know who he is, despite her best efforts. Rictavio, Rudolph, whatever his name is, Fion’s former mentor hasn’t been helpful.

She tried so many times over the last several days. Detect Thoughts wasn’t made to be used in this way. It was meant to probe, to question, not to excavate. Not to retrieve, not to steal. She could only cast it so many times in a day, but it felt so important. It is so important.

Fion is like her, in a way. They’re both outsiders, going through life amidst a chorus of whispers and stares, or, more often, silence and solitude. But Fion is a stranger to himself. His solitude extends inward.

She understands why he so staunchly holds firm to his pacifism, now. If she didn’t know who she was, she would cling to any semblance of a tenet she could claw from the fog.

It was two days ago when she nearly died, when Ismark saved her life. And even in that fight, Fion held tight to his morals. She remembers Garret wielding his weapon, looking near feral as he swiped at Volenta, at the spiders. She remembers her vision blurring as Volenta’s teeth sank into her neck. She remembers Fion doing anything he could other than harming another being. She remembers his guilt, after. His profession that he would never have forgiven himself. And yet, when she thinks back, all she can focus on is Fion commanding the beast of fire and magma that had looked so dangerous, and how he single-handedly saved Davian Martikov from certain death.

It was yesterday when she cast Detect Thoughts for the eighth time and finally, finally got through. It was yesterday when she warped a spell meant to read thoughts and used it to delve deep into her companion’s psyche and search for pieces of himself that were snatched away.

No, not pieces. Pieces are what were left behind. Her companion that she’s come to know, respect, and care for is cobbled together from fragments that were left behind when he was hollowed out and scraped clean.

It was yesterday when she was finally able to pierce through the fog and snatch a stolen memory. It was yesterday when she saw what had happened to Fion, the ritual that had stripped him of himself.

She will never forget how small he was, after that.

It was today when Fion was killed, when she was forbidden to heal him. She should have healed him anyway, Strahd be damned. As she looks over at her companion, she can’t stop guilt from coiling low in the pit of her stomach.

It was today when Fion was forced to betray his values, forced to kill. Forced to feed.

Her purpose is to prevent people from dying before their time. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Not to Fion, not to Viktor.

A clawed purple hand drifts to the pouch of diamonds at her side, no longer stored in her bag. She won’t chance the precious gems being stolen again. These diamonds are the most important items she’s ever had in her possession. These diamonds are her only chance to reverse the most horrific thing that has ever happened to her companion. To her friend, she amends to herself. She can allow herself to call him that privately.

She has to hope that Luvash will get her more diamonds.

Promise takes a deep breath, looking out into the woods where Rudolph van Richten disappeared, where a celestial, powerful being searches the woods for them. In the gentle golden light cast from Saint Markovia’s shield, her hand wraps around the amulet that they had stolen from the Abbey. It feels like sunshine. It’s… strange.

They stole that amulet because of what it could do to Fion in the wrong hands. Even with an unhinged deva scouring the forest, she can’t regret it.

Slowly, silently, she leans over and pulls Fion’s blanket further up to cover his shoulders. He doesn’t stir. She’s not surprised.

Promise sits back down and begins to attune to the Holy Symbol of Ravenloft. Warmth fills her chest as she slips it over her head and settles the pendent against her holy symbol. She can’t help Fion now, not like this.

More power, more diamonds, more time, and then she can help her friend.

Until then, she can only prepare for tomorrow.

#merry christmas coyote!!!#promise #fion #my characters #someone else's characters #my writing #curse of strahd #dnd stuff #promise feels normal and okay about everything that happened dont worry

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whencyclopedia · 11 months ago

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Battle of Bir Hakeim

The defence by Free French forces of the remote desert watering hole of Bir Hakeim (Hacheim) in Libya, North Africa in May-June 1942 during the Second World War (1939-45) is one of the most heroic episodes in French military history. Although ultimately unsuccessful, the defenders, which included units of the famed French Foreign Legion, held out for 15 days against four German and Italian divisions commanded by no less a figure than General Erwin Rommel (1891-1944).

The Axis forces attacked Bir Hakeim because it was part of the Allied Gazala Line defences, which protected the approach to the vital port of Tobruk. When finally overwhelmed, 2,700 Free French troops from an original garrison of 3,700 still managed to escape Bir Hakeim to fight another day. Meanwhile, Rommel defeated the rest of the Allied forces at the Battle of Gazala and captured Tobruk in June 1942, his greatest victory in North Africa.

French Foreign Legion, Bir Hakeim

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The Western Desert Campaigns

In the first years of the second year of WWII, the Allies, then principally British and Commonwealth forces, were especially keen to protect the Suez Canal from falling into enemy hands, that is into the control of the Axis powers Germany and Italy. North Africa was also strategically important if either side wished to control and protect vital Mediterranean shipping routes. The island of Malta was crucial in this role, and holding the island fortress (then in British hands) was another reason to control potential airfields in the North African desert. Finally, North Africa was, at this stage of the conflict, the only place where British and French troops could fight a land war against Germany and Italy. After the embarrassing debacle of the Dunkirk Evacuation and the humiliating Fall of France in 1940, any military victories at all would be a vital morale boost to the Allies.

For all of the above reasons, a series of desert battles ensued, which are collectively known as the Western Desert Campaigns (Jun 1940 to Jan 1943). At first, the British Eighth Army faced poorly equipped Italian forces, but these were soon considerably boosted by German troops with superior armour, weapons, and training. From January 1941, the Axis forces in Africa benefitted from the considerable command abilities of General Erwin Rommel, a man who had already gained a reputation as a master of fast armour tactics during the Fall of France in 1940. Rommel first commanded the specialised Deutsche Afrika Korps (DAK) and proved his worth by capturing El Agheila in March 1941 and then Mersa Brega on 1 April. By July, Rommel was in overall practical command of all German and Italian forces in North Africa, although he was still technically under the ultimate authority of the Italian high command. Two victories against Allied offensives in May and June (code-named Brevity and Battleaxe, respectively) were followed by defeat in a third offensive in November, code-named Crusader. Rommel's two persistent problems were insufficient manpower and lack of supplies (especially food, fuel, and ammunition), but by January 1942, this situation improved significantly, and the German general, ignoring his orders to emphasise defence, went on the attack.

The British Eighth Army, which was composed of a range of British, British Empire, and Free French troops, was commanded by Lieutenant-General Neil Ritchie (1897-1985). The overall commander of Allied troops in the Middle East was General Claude Auchinleck (1884-1981). Unfortunately, at this stage of the Western Desert Campaigns, the British Army was poorly equipped, poorly trained, and poorly led. In contrast, "Rommel's force was numerically inferior, but his troops were more professional, better led, and thoroughly steeped in the cooperation of all arms" (Dear, 992).

General Rommel on Campaign

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#History #BirHakeim #ErwinRommel #NorthAfrica

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froidefille · 7 months ago

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Day 3: a fic not on AO3

📚 Lessons in Grace and Decorum by GallaPlacidia

Draco/Harry, 49k, Not rated*

Summary:

In Azkaban, Narcissa Malfoy gives Draco lessons in how to manipulate people into loving him. When Draco is released on the condition that he is bonded to Harry as his prisoner, he finally has a chance to put his newfound skills into practice.

Forced bonding, eighth year (eventually), a Draco driven slightly mad by grief, a furious, self-destructive Harry, a whole lot of angst and a proportionate amount of comfort.

Inspired by an excellent story called Unexpected Consequences by Lauren3210.

I was thinking long and hard about this one because since the discovery of AO3 it’s been one way street for me. So now, what fics I’ve read that are not on AO3 (of which I have exactly 89 pages opened on my phone)? And then it clicked – some I listened to! Then tried to read them only to find out they were taken down because author has published a real book no less. And so, one google later I was head over heels with the amazing universes and characters created by GallaPlacidia.

I had a hard time choosing my favourite baby of Galla's, but since Lessons in Grace and Decorum broke my h/c loving heart so beautfully, I’ve decided to gush about this one. Today, that is ;)

I mean, just look at the opening lines:

“I wish you had been a girl,” said Narcissa Malfoy. Draco laughed. It was so cold in Azkaban. The number of dementors had been greatly reduced, but there were enough of them for Draco’s head to feel cloudy and light, as if he hadn’t slept in days. Perhaps he hadn’t. “That’s a new one,” he said. “Why?” “We raised you to command respect. If you had been a girl, we would have raised you to be loved,” said his mother.

Which instantly made me think about Daisy’s words in The Great Gatsby:

"It'll show you how I've gotten to feel about—things. Well, she was less than an hour old and Tom was God knows where. I woke up out of the ether with an utterly abandoned feeling, and asked the nurse right away if it was a boy or a girl. She told me it was a girl, and so I turned my head away and wept. 'All right,' I said, 'I'm glad it's a girl. And I hope she'll be a fool—that's the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.'"

By which point I am trying so hard not to rant about toxic masculinity and gender norms.

This is one of the stories where the characters are both broken in sort of matching ways so one’s cracks are perfect for the other’s empty spaces. And as corny as it sounds, this is exactly what happens here – Harry desperately needs to love someone that would be just his to care for and Draco needs someone who would cherish him unconditionally.

Plus it has some quotes that have not left my head for months now, which you can see under the cut below <3

Thanks for today @hprecfest and see you tomorrow (hopefully) !

*Regarding the rating – I would say mind the tags if you’re in a vulnerable place but if you decide you’re up for it – you’re in for a brilliant h/c treat <3

They had compatible needs. Perhaps that was all friendship was. An emotional transaction.

“He wants to be friends,” said Draco, managing to keep his voice low despite his excitement. But his mother didn’t look excited back. “He likes how you make him feel,” she said. “It doesn’t mean he likes you.” “No, I… I know that,” said Draco, although it hadn’t really occurred to him. It sounded so obvious when she put it like that.

“I don’t love him,” said Harry, automatically. “Oh, all right then,” sighed Hermione. “Wait until after the bond is broken to tell him that you think about him all the time, and want to hold his hand and stroke his pretty blonde hair and keep him safe for all eternity. Is that better?” “A bit,” said Harry, sulkily. “Yeah.”

But he understood, now. He knew that part of the anger he felt when he looked at Malfoy was because he wanted to touch him so badly, but couldn’t.

#hprecfest2024 #hprecfest #hp fic rec #lessons in grace and decorum #gallaplacidia #gallapod #I miss it so much #it was the best #drarry #hp #HPDM #my current fandom ambition no 1 is to get seriously into bookbinding #and then I will not REST untill I have AT LEAST one of Galla's books binded on my shelf #my recs #froidefille recs #drarry fic recs

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obsessedwithlute · 1 year ago

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The Circle of Vengeance - Chapter One

Here's an angsty Guitarspear fanfic! Let's see how many chapters I can write of this before y'all get tired of my insanity! Chapter Summary: Lute makes a choice and Charlie loses her shit. Also push doors play their role as the eighth deadly sin.

Lute heard the news from Saint Peter. Sera had let it slip that Adam had been reborn- as a sinner. As a demon.

It couldn’t be right; there was no way Adam, her Adam, could possibly be in Hell.

Except that it was Adam, and that alone made it make sense.

But- she couldn’t think that. There had to be a mistake. God must have- No. No, it was impossible. God didn’t fuck up.

Well, this time he must have, because Adam didn’t deserve to be in Hell.

He’d killed people, but on Heaven’s orders, and he was the first man, for fuck’s sake. Didn’t that count for anything?

Lute needed to do something to fix this. She couldn’t discuss it with God, but Sera- she reported directly to Sera now, and the angel had decided they needed to have weekly meetings now. To make sure everything is running smoothly, was Sera’s excuse. The lieutenant knew the truth, though. To keep Lute in line.

Lute looked down at the spear she gripped tightly in her hands. The spear that had killed demons, earning her Adam’s favor and praise.

They’d never really defined their relationship. Boss and employee? Co-murderers? We’re totally just friends, but, like, I’d fuck you if you asked?

All of the above?

Lute made her way to Sera’s office, grinding her teeth together, hoping this would go over well.

She braced her hand on the cobalt doorknob and pulled it open.

The door was locked.

The fuck…?

Sera never locked her door. Not once in the many millennia of Lute’s existence had Sera ever locked her door.

Lute slammed her body against the door, mentally screaming at the damn thing to stop being so annoying, and it flung open.

Fuck, Lute, it’s a push door! Why do you keep forgetting that?

Every. Fucking. Time.

“Commander, there you are,” Sera said. She sat at a bronze desk, with two chairs made of the same material on opposite sides.

There used to be a third for Adam.

Lute clasped her hands behind her back and inclined her head. “Your Majesty.”

“Sit down, Commander, we need to speak about these incident reports,” the Queen of Heaven ordered.

Commander. Lute still hadn’t gotten used to that.

“Your Majesty, I actually have… a different matter of business that I feel must be discussed with you,” Lute said, lowering herself into the chair.

“Go ahead,” Sera told her, waving her hand.

“I heard about what happened to Adam,” Lute murmured. “I was wondering… if you knew why?”

Sera burst out laughing suddenly. “You don’t mean to tell me you’re surprised?”

“Well… I am, Your Majesty,” Lute said. “I am confused as to why someone in such a high, respected position as Adam would be allowed to…” “Become a sinner?” Sera finished. Lute winced. “It’s quite obvious. He has committed almost every sin there is. The confusing thing would have been if he’d wound up a winner!”

“But, Your Majesty… isn’t there anything we can do?” Lute asked.

“Do?” Sera repeated, her face twisted into a shocked expression.

“Yes, he is the First Man, there must be a way to… make an exception?” the lieutenant presumed.

“There are no exceptions,” Sera scoffed. “Adam said it himself, the rules are black and white.” “But-” “Lute, I am sorry that your fuckbuddy- boyfriend- whatever he was to you-”

“Boss,” Lute hissed.

“-Got himself cast down to hell. But unless you plan on taking the same path, I expect you to put that pretty little righteously sadistic smirk back on your face, remember your place, and make a plan with your Exorcists for how to exterminate the last of Hell, like you told me you wanted to.” Flames burned in Sera’s eyes.

“Your Majesty, please, there must be a way…” Lute begged, but it was to no avail.

“Do not question Heaven, abomination, or I may decide that you are no longer worthy of it!”

“Then fucking do it!” Lute screamed, her voice hoarse. “I know exactly how low you think of me, it’s only been a matter of time!”

“Oh, no, ‘Commander’,” Sera cooed. “You didn’t think I’d make it that easy for you, did you? I’m giving you a choice. You can never speak of Adam again or you can join him. What will it be, Lute? Adam or God?”

To anyone else, the answer would have been obvious. Her shitty boss or everything she existed for?

But Adam wasn’t just her shitty boss.

He was her motivation, and she was his. He was the person always pushing her to work hard, but also to lay back, to relax, to enjoy her existence for once. And she was always there for him, the nights when the memories of Eve and Lilith came back too strong and he would try to drown himself in alcohol. And Lute was always ready to give Adam an ass-kicking when he needed one.

But Lute had a purpose in Heaven. Yes, that purpose was killing, but it was still a reason to wake up in the morning and suffer through another of sweat and Sera and unruly Exorcists.

But killing Adam?

She’d mutilated Vaggie because she couldn’t do her job properly.

But could Lute do her job, now that Adam was a sinner? Now that she was biased? This was why they didn’t let winners become Exorcists. Over ninety-five percent of them had someone they cared about who was a goddamn sinner.

And sinners were trouble incarnate.

But what if just one exception could be made…?

Vaggie didn’t get an exception.

…But why should Lute not?

Lute was more diligent than Vaggie, more adept at her job than Vaggie, more worthy than Vaggie.

Right? So then why did Vaggie get to be with Charlie? Why did Vaggie get someone who loved her, even though she was an angel? Even though she was a murderer?

Everyone loved Vaggie and everyone hated Lute.

Except for Adam. Adam and Lute had always been on each other’s sides, even when one or both of them inevitably fucked up.

When Adam had broken into hell unauthorized to steal porn films and booze and generally shit on Lucifer’s good time, Lute had taken half the blame and shared Adam’s sentence.

When Lute had accidentally stabbed another Exorcist during the exterminations, Adam had defended her to Sera and used the “one out per century” the Seraphim had told him he could get due to his First Man title to get her charges dropped.

Adam would never want her to sacrifice everything in her life for him.

But Lute didn’t know if she could live with herself if she didn’t.

To never see Adam again except at the end of her spear, to never even have his name escape between her lips again… it sounded more like Hell than anything Lucifer could create.

To lust was a sin, to want more was a sin.

But Adam had lusted and bragged, boiled over and envied, and everything else in the book that for anyone else, would pretty much be an automatic slam of the pearly gates in their face.

Adam, you stupid fucking idiot, I miss you more than anything and I don’t want to lose you.

“Make your decision now, Lute. Adam. Or. God.”

In the movies, it came out as a scream of wrath and disgust and confidence.

In the movies, there were tears streaming down the character’s face as

they spoke.

In the movies, there was no doubt in their eyes.

This was the opposite of a movie.

And Lute’s suddenly shaky voice was so quiet she could barely hear herself as she rasped, “Adam.”

—

Lute gripped her nails into a brick building, trying to keep herself upright and conscious. The blood from where her wings used to be was drying on her back. Sera had ripped her prosthetic arm off as well, and Lute missed that already too.

She had no time to sit around and weep. She’d made her choice; there was no undoing it. Now she had to find Adam.

Fuck, she missed that whiny little asshole.

She couldn’t exactly come up with a good plan of how to find him, though. Yell his name through the streets of hell like he was a lost puppy?

Somehow, Lute didn’t think that would yield the best results.

She pulled herself off of the wall and started walking down the streets of Hell, searching for Adam, ignoring the warm, sticky blood coating her body.

Her feet dragged down the pavement as she searched, wondering where the actual fuck he was and what he had gotten himself into this time.

“Lute?” a voice exclaimed behind.

She whirled around, hoping, pleading-

It was Charlie. No, please let her be hallucinating, anyone other than Vaggie’s girlfriend-

“The fuck are you doing here?” the princess demanded.

“What does it look like?” Lute asked in a condescending tone, gesturing to her missing wings and prosthesis.

“It looks like you got what you deserved,” Charlie hissed.

“Wow, demon princess, you’ve changed a lot since we last met. I kinda like it,” Lute remarked.

“You tried to kill Vaggie. Twice!” the demon screamed.

“Oh, yes, where is she, by the way? I thought you two were glued at the hip, how I never see one without the other!” Lute said, laughing a bit.

“Like I’m going to tell you that!” Charlie shouted.

“Do I look like I’m in any position to be fighting someone right now?” the angel said.

“Lute, I know you, you’re always in a position to fight everyone!”

“Aww, little princess doesn’t think she can take me in a duel?” Lute cooed.

“Little princess thinks she has something you want,” Charlie said, horns beginning to sprout from her head.

“And what would that be?” Lute asked nonchalantly.

A kick landed itself in Lute’s back, knocking her to the ground, out of breath.

The fuck..?

When she looked up, Vaggie was towering over her.

“Him.”

Vaggie turned, gesturing to the avian demon behind her. He was different, and dirtier, but it was undoubtedly Adam.

“How long have you-” Lute started, but Vaggie cut her off.

“About a month.”

Adam was bleeding, what had happened, what had they done to him? She had to protect him, she had to avenge him, what did they do-

Lute jumped up and whirled her dagger towards Vaggie, screaming something incoherent, but before she even got a chance to strike, she was surrounded by Vaggie on one side and Charlie- in her full demon form- on the other.

The princess looked ready to murder her.

Charlie’s hand pinned Lute to the ground, and her voice was bursting with Wrath as she hissed, “I won’t be killing you today. That would be a mercy. You tried to take Vaggie from me. I will do the same to you.” Charlie released her so quick, Lute didn’t have a second to fight before Vaggie stabbed her spear into Adam’s chest. Lute watched him gasp for air before collapsing to the ground.

Something came across Charlie’s eyes at that moment, likely satisfaction.

Lute crumpled, and again, the world went dark.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel lute #charlie morningstar #vaggie #hazbin hotel sera #guitarspear #guardrock #adam x lute #lute x adam #sinner adam #tw character death #angst #fuck push doors #what's the point of the goddamn handle

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yyuangss · 2 years ago

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being part of an idol industry isn’t easy. there are so many scandals and drama happening or that can occur at any second. so you think you’re safe just being a personal make up artist. that’s until your scandal happens with the idol, kamisato ayato.

gods of olympus ! | olympus muas

who is olympus ?

sometimes called, the gods of olympus, is an idol group consisting of ten members. they were formed under jade place industries and are the first group to sign a contract with jpi. the group is centered around greek mythology and the members debuted with greek god names as their stage names. the names are zeus, poseidon, ares, apollo, hephaestus, helios, dionysus, hermes, cratus, and asclepius.

the members selected their names as they joined and who they fit the best. the members of the group are jing yuan, luocha, kamisato ayato, diluc ragnvindr, kaeya alberich, sampo koski, arataki itto, alhaitham, kaveh, and dan heng. see more.

jing yuan; @jingzuyuan — professionally known by his stage name zeus. jing yuan was the first member to join the group and the leader of olympus. he is the main rapper and subvocals.

luocha; @luoymphs — professionally known by his stage name asclepius. luocha was the second member to join the group. he is the first lead vocals.

kamisato ayato; @kamiseidon — professionally known by his stage name poseidon. ayato was the third member to join olympus. he is the second lead vocals.

diluc ragnvindr; @olympiandiluc — professionally known by his stage name helios. diluc was the fourth member to join olympus. he is the second rapper.

kaeya alberich; @dionalberich — professionally known by his stage name dionysus. kaeya was the fifth member to join olympus. he is the first main dancer and subvocals.

sampo koski; @skhermes — professionally known by his stage name hermes. sampo was the sixth member to join the group. he is the third rapper and subvocals.

arataki itto; @thearatakiitto — professionally known by his stage name cratus. itto was the seventh member to join olympus. he is the fourth rapper and subvocals.

alhaitham; @alhaithamofficial — professionally known by his stage name apollo. alhaitham was the eighth member to join olympus. he is the fifth rapper and third lead vocals.

kaveh; @oympskaveh — professionally known by his stage name hephaestus. kaveh was the ninth member to join olympus. he is the fourth lead vocals.

dan heng; @olympusdheng — professionally known by his stage name ares. dan heng was the tenth and final member to join the group. he is the second main dancer and subvocals.

fan favorite pairings !

jing yuan and luocha — thing one and thing two !

since jing yuan is the leader, a lot see luocha as the second in command. both push the group to higher goals and want to see every member thriving. they handle a lot of business matters with their management or partnerships with other companies. their dedication for the group is what gained them a lot of respect. sometimes, jing yuan and luocha are seen as the “face” of olympus. the pair has openly said their distaste for that statement.

ayato and diluc — r&b !

fans consider ayato and diluc the best duo from olympus. mostly because the latter opened up the quickest with ayato. in fact, diluc has a more serious personality but softens up slightly whenever he meets fans but when he’s with ayato? it’s like he has a completely new personality. they say it’s just the ability ayato has to attract people and make them feel comfortable whenever he’s around. the two instantly became friends when the group was formed (that’s all thanks to ayato) and you can find a lot of their content. now, one is not seen without the other. it is said that ayato favores diluc the most. he denies it multiple times but everyone knows.

kaveh, itto, and sampo — kiss !

unlike the rest of the members, these three have the most chaotic energy. having them separate during interviews, sets, concerts, or ceremonies is usually what you want to do. but since they were a fan favorite once jpi released behind the scenes of them during a comeback, the trio got paired up more. the connection they had grew and sometimes feel off if they’re not all together. they are more prone to comedic relief, playing small pranks on each other, and overall bringing life to the group.

kaeya, alhaitham, and dan heng — the shady trio !

dan heng thinks it, alhaitham shows it, and kaeya says it. they can communicate with just one look. when together, they are quiet and observant. which leads them to not be afraid when calling you out on any insults you send their way. some fans will call them the protectors of the group. if you stare hard enough, you can see them exchanging whispers in the most subtle way.

note: i’m reposting this because vale is finally working on her smau and because i never did post the second part to this back in may 😭

taglist is now open. send an ask, comment, or dm to be added to the taglist ! @aquatik

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Joint Striking Drill of Long-range Artillery and Missile Systems of Sub-units of KPA on Eastern Front Conducted

Pyongyang, May 9 (KCNA) -- The US and its vassal states are staging a series of nuclear operation drills on the Korean peninsula and in its vicinity after making a nuclear war against the Democratic People’s Republic of Korea a fait accompli and opening to the public an extremely adventurous scenario for a nuclear war. This reckless act of aggravating the situation requires that the armed forces of the DPRK maintain a rapid reaction capability and thoroughgoing war posture.

A joint striking drill was conducted on May 8 to raise the fighting efficiency of long-range artillery and missile soldiers’ sub-units on the eastern front amid intensive combat training at all levels of the Korean People’s Army being organized and conducted to improve the whole army’s overwhelming capability for countering a war true to the spirit of the Eleventh Plenary Meeting of the Eighth Central Committee of the Workers’ Party of Korea.

The respected Comrade Kim Jong Un guided the joint striking drill of long-range artillery and missile systems.

He was accompanied by Pak Jong Chon, Jo Chun Ryong and Kim Jong Sik, senior officials of the WPK Central Committee, Jang Chang Ha, general director of the Missile Administration of the DPRK, and Kim Yong Hwan, president of the Academy of Defence Sciences.

Mobilized in the drill were 600mm multiple rocket launchers and tactical ballistic missile Hwasongpho-11 Ka.

The drill was aimed at making the sub-units master the procedures for the operation of the above-mentioned guns and missile attack systems according to the national combined nuclear weapons management system.

A spokesman for the Ministry of National Defence of the DPRK, introducing the drill, said that it would be a sufficient measure of action to show the rapid counteraction posture and capability of the armed forces of the DPRK capable of coping with the change of the military situation aggravated by the enemy in the sensitive region.

Prior to firing, the operational reliability of the Haekpangasoe system was inspected layer by layer.

There took place detailed trainings for making all the sub-units master the procedures and processes for rapidly switching over to the nuclear counterattack posture and a separate special lecture for the commanding officers on the operation of the counterattack system.

Then, the firepower sub-units fired simultaneously and in order, and separately or jointly, at different enemy targets in the assigned direction and distance.

The goal of the drill was achieved, and the reliability of the command and mobilization system capable of quickly reacting to any nuclear crisis was verified.

Stressing the need to steadily enhance the pivotal role of the nuclear forces in all aspects of the strategies to deter war and fight it, Kim Jong Un said that it is very important to constantly perfect the regular combat readiness of the nuclear forces.

He said that the DPRK should continue to direct efforts to steadily improving the long-range precision striking capability and efficiency of weapon systems, proceeding from the security environment of our state and the actual requirements of modern warfare.

He affirmed that the radical growth of the artillery forces, portending many changes in the practice of our future military actions, will provide greater and different possibilities for securing the operations capabilities of our army.

Saying that it is the consistent policy of the WPK on building up the armed forces to preferentially intensify the qualitative superiority of the artillery forces with an unshakable viewpoint that strengthening the artillery immediately means strengthening the fighting efficiency of the army and the nation’s defence capability, Kim Jong Un set forth important tasks for further raising the combat reliability of the tactical nuclear weapon systems and steadily expanding their operations space in a combined way.

#juche #dprk #north korea #juche philosophy #juche culture

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