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eraenaa · 5 months

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Desperate Requirement (Hogwarts AU)

Slytherin Aemond Targaryen x Reader Tag List

Synopsis: It’s hard being horny at Hogwarts. Luckily, you and Aemond always found a way to relieve your needs.

Warnings: Barely any plot; just smut, Mature, 18+, Oral Sex (F & M receiving), Fingering, Handjob, P in V sex, Semi-Public Relations, Shower Sex, Very Horny Aemond, Not Proofread

Word Count: 2,660

A/N: I really wanted to do Aemond in Hogwarts because when I first watched HOTD, I was just recovering from my Draco Malfoy phase.

“Aemond,” You called, voice distracted and heavily laced with pleasure as his lips were on your neck and his cold hands were hiking up the hem of your skirt higher and higher. “We… we can’t do this here,” You called, your hands tangling in his hair, not at all making any move to push him away and hinder where your actions were leading. You were pushed up against the door of one of the many broom closets in the castle. Aemond pulled you in there as you were on your way to your next class. His actions made you completely forget about the spell in charms you stayed up to study the night before. “The professor is still in a meeting… they’ll be late. Why not capitalize on the opportunity?” He said against your skin, his hand going to your waist to pull you closer to him.

Your eyes fluttered to a close as lips returned to suck on your sensitive skin, making certain to leave a mark. Already amused, he thought about which way you would once again hide them. Will you cover them with those pastes you smuggled from the muggle world? Or perhaps will you, once again, constantly wear your house scarf even though the weather or setting did not reacquire it. Maybe you’ll surprise him and be bold enough to show all the marks Aemond intended to give you to mark his territory.

You sighed as his hands tried to unbutton your shirt; when his cold touch grazed the warm skin of your chest, your sensibilities returned. “I—I can’t be intimate with you here,” You whispered and pushed Aemond away. “Why not? Just earlier today, you were straddling me in my bed so I would not leave,” Aemond mused, recalling the scene that initially made him yearn for you so harshly at this hour of the day. “Well, that was in the privacy of your room! Anyone can walk in here and catch us! A student, a house elf— Merlin forbid, a professor!” You said and tried to push Aemond away but he would not have it. “Please, darling, just…” Aemond whispered, and you tried not to grow soft at the slight tone of begging in his voice. “Aemond,” you sighed as he took hold of your wrist and guided it downwards, making you feel the need in him.

You moaned quietly as you felt his hard length, proving that he needed you so greatly. You could no longer restrain yourself as you palmed his length through his trousers, hisses coming from his lips as you pleasured him through the fabric of his uniform. Cold hands found their way to your breasts, kneading the mounds and making you bite your lip as wetness gathered at your cunt. “Aemond… oh, Aemond,” You sighed, tilting your head back as one of his cold hands trailed downward and cupped your heat. His fingers rubbed your sensitive bundle of nerves as you continued to palm his throbbing length. Your breathing mixed as your stifled moans and sighs echoed through the broom closet, the both of you reaching your peaks even though your skin had not actually touched. Aemond panted harshly as he spilled himself in his uniform, the spot where his seed gathered turning a darker shade.

“Scourgify,” you took your wand from your robe and uttered the enchantment. Aemond gave you a lazy smile as his sapphire-colored eye was still hazy from his release. You breathed out a sigh as his lips found yours once more, his tongue teasing your bottom lip and seeking entrance, but you could not be distracted anymore. “We have to go,” You pushed him away and turned to open the door, peeking out your head to make certain that no passerby would see the both of you emerging from the utility room. The both of you reached charms class at the nick of time. Your cheeks flushed, and your neck was covered by your wool scarf even though it was unseasonably warm. Aemond sat beside you, demeanor more lax and a satisfied smirk on his thin lips, and his hand resting on your upper thigh throughout the whole of the lesson. Effectively distracting you from the professor’s lecture.

You watched Aemond through the whole of his quidditch practice. You savored the way how focused he was trying to catch the snitch. Not missing the stunts he did to impress you nor the suggestive looks he’ll give when he passes you. By the end of their practice, your lip was between your teeth, and your legs were tightly crossed to relieve the need that had gathered in the past two hours of watching him fly around the quidditch pitch.

You quickly made your way down from the pitch minutes before they dismounted their brooms. You sneaked your way into the locker rooms to wait for Aemond. He was the captain of the Slytherin team, and one of the benefits of that was he had his own private shower stall and dressing room to change in. You bit your lip as you stood in the shower stall, hearing the distant sound of footsteps and chatter from the team. Your breathing hitched as Aemond’s voice was drawing closer, him lecturing one of his teammates about the game, clearly aggravated and frustrated. It would seem this endeavor would serve him beneficially. You bit your cheeks as Aemond’s words died on his tongue as he saw you standing stark naked in his shower stall, waiting for him.

He waved off his teammate and did not waste a second before wrapping his arms around you and placing his lips against yours. Your heart stuttered as you realized his tense and rugged figure turned putty in your arms, the frustrations you felt oozing from him miraculously disappearing. You sighed as you two were enveloped in the hot water, your lips never parting even though it was a bit of a struggle to breathe. You gasped in shock as Aemond hoisted you on his waist, pushing you against the tiled wall and aligning his length in your entrance. “You wouldn’t let me fuck you in the privacy of the closet, but you would happily let me have my way with you here? In the men’s bathroom, with my teammates just in the distance? How lewd had you become?” Aemond mused as you very slowly sank down on his cock, him making sure to catch every little reaction you would make as your cunt was once again filled by him.

You whimpered and moaned as you were fully filled by him, Aemond hissing as the tip of his cock rested perfectly in the spongey spot of your cunt. The spot that made your eyes roll back in your head and your back arch. “You have to be quiet, my darling… wouldn’t want to be caught now, would you?” Aemond hummed, his hands gripping your bottom, and his hips thrust to meet yours, your moans spewing quietly into the side of his neck as you buried your face there. “Aemond, what’s taking you so long?” His brother Aegon screamed from the locker room. “Give me a minute!” Aemond yelled but his tone was laced with concentration that made his other teammates suspicious. “Is he having a fucking wank?” You heard one of his teammates ask, and Aemond buried his cock deep inside, his lips continuing his torment on the side of your neck.

“Aemond… oh, I’m… fuck, I’m coming,” You moaned, dazed by the pleasure he gave. Aemond bit his lip as he moved one of his hands to cover your mouth, already knowing that you were ready to scream when you reached your peak. It truly was flattering for him to hear you scream out in pleasure; his name would always be uttered as you came, but he could not let the two of you be found in such a state. You panted against his hand, dazed eyes watching him tilt his head back as he came deep inside you, quiet groans leaving his lips. “Fuck, you’re perfect.” Aemond sighed and kissed your lips, then your cheeks, as you slowly unwrapped your legs around his waist. The two of you were sweaty from the endeavor, but luckily, the shower was just there.

“Stop it.” You gritted lowly as Aemond’s hand trailed upward your skirt. You were attending your Defense against the Dark Arts class, but Aemond was determined to distract you from the important lesson. “I need you,” he whispered in your ear as the professor was turned away from the class; you quietly whimpered as he nipped your ear after he whispered the words. “Pay attention; the O.W.Ls are near.” You whispered even though his small action caused you to need as well. Aemond grunted and returned his attention to the lecture, but now you, too, were distracted as well, need pooling between your legs as his hand never left your thigh, only inching higher and higher.

You bit your lip and raised your hand, excusing yourself to go to the lavatory. “Meet me in the second-floor prefect’s washroom,” You whispered to Aemond after, a sly smirk adorning his lips as you left. You waited impatiently for Aemond to appear, and when he did, you grabbed him by the necktie to smash your lips together. “Hurry, they’ll get suspicious,” You muttered as you two were squished together in a stall. Your fingers tried to undo his trousers, but you frowned as he nudged your hands away, and he instead sank to his knees. “Aemond, what ar—“ You could not finish your thought as he hiked up your skirt and pushed your undergarments to the side so his lips could meet your cunt.

Moans quickly spewed from your lips, no matter how hard you tried to stifle them. You looked down to see Aemond grinning up at you, his fingers pushing themselves into you. “So fucking wet… you could never resist me, now can you, my darling?” He hummed, then sucked on your bundle of nerves, making you moan louder. “Aemond!” You cried as he curled his fingers, the sound of your wetness and moans echoing through the empty lavatory. “Fuck, you’re so good…” You uttered as you felt your core tighten with the same need for release. His name once again spewed from your lips as you came on lips. You hummed in satisfaction as his lips met yours, tasting your essence on his tongue.

“You look gorgeous, my darling,” Aemond smiled as he spun you around. The great hall was decorated for the occasion. The Yule Ball was probably your favorite event at Hogwarts. “You look quite handsome yourself,” You smiled as you gazed up at him. You rested your head on his shoulder as you two swayed to the slow tune of the dance, his hand firmly on your waist. You sighed in contentment as you were in the arms of the boy you had loved since your first day in Hogwarts. “Do you want to get out of here?” You asked quietly as the dance floor became more crowded. Aemond was quick to agree and took hold of your hand to escort you out of the great hall, finding an empty carriage so the two of you could enjoy each other’s company in privacy.

Your lips danced their familiar dance as Aemond’s hold on your waist was threading upwards and nearing the valley of your breast. Your hands moved to rest upon his thigh, but you gasped in shock and embarrassment as the carriage door flew open, a professor catching the both of you. “Ten points each will be deducted from your house. Now go back to the hall,” they sternly said, and you and Aemond hurriedly disembarked the carriage, your cheeks flaming red in embarrassment.

You returned to the castle, turning to Aemond wide-eyed as he tried his hardest to stifle his laughs. “Don’t laugh! That was mortifying!” You said, but Aemond shook his head and cupped your heated cheeks. “You looked so adorable,” He laughed and gave your lips a kiss. You breathed in deeply as your heart stuttered at the way he looked at you with adoration. “Where do we go now? The rooms are locked, even our dorms,” You sighed as you two stood in an empty hallway. “Here?” Aemond suggested, but you scrunched up your brows at his ludicrous suggestion. You chewed on your cheeks as the need for Aemond was evermore present. “The astronomy tower?” He asked as you rested your head on his chest, your gaze downward, seeing that he, too, needed you badly. “No, it’s too cold,” You sighed and his arms wrapped around your frame.

All of a sudden, you hear the sound of light debris falling to the ground. Aemond frowned and took out his wand, preparing for an attack. Your brows furrowed as the empty wall in the hallway started to transform. The blank bricks reveal chiseled carvings and, ultimately, a door opened for the both of you. Your lips gaped, and you turned to Aemond, “Did… did we just summon the room of requirement?” You asked in disbelief. Aemond pulled you into the summoned room that housed a bed and fireplace. You were still in shock that you two had found the room that you thought was a hoax, but shock could not be properly comprehended as his lips were on yours again. Your bodies trailed over to the bed as your articles of clothing were tossed to the floor. You sat by the edge of the bed, gazing up at Aemond whose lips were parted as your hand was wrapped around his length.

You hear him his as your lips wrap around the tip of his length, your eyes still locked on his as you take in his length deeper into your mouth. “Fuck, darling, you look so pretty with your lips around my cock,” Aemond hummed and cupped your cheek, which was hollowed as you sucked his length. You gagged as the tip of him hit the back of your throat, his loudly groaning at the sensation. You continued on, tears spilling at the side of your eyes, “Such a good girl taking my cock,” Aemond praised as he abruptly pulled out of your cock. He, without warning, turned you around and let your stomach hit the soft mattress, your bum in the air as he squeezed them harshly.

You let out a loud moan as he plunged his length deep inside you, the wetness you had gathered making lewd noises that accompanied your moans and the crackling fire. “You like that? You like it when I fuck you from behind, don’t you, my darling?” Aemond grunted, his hands gathering your hair and lightly pulling it. The pain adds to your pleasure, and it translates to your walls clenching tightly around him. You could only moan as Aemond’s cold hand reached downwards, and his slender fingers started to draw circles upon your nubbin, your moans growing louder. Begging him for release as your knees dug into the soft, feathered bed and your hands fisted the sheets.

Aemond felt his release coming as well. He momentarily stopped his thrust to turn you around, wanting to see your pretty face as you came undone and as he filled your cunt with his seed. You feel his weight atop you and his lips against yours. “Aemond… Aemond!” You cried as you came hard on his cock. Your lips moved to his shoulders, and your teeth bit down on his flesh, making him groan in pained pleasure, urging him to spill himself inside you a bit earlier than he had wished.

Aemond collapsed atop your bare body, sweaty limbs intertwined. “Aemond?” You called, trying to catch your breath. “Yes, my darling?” He asked, “I still need you,” You said and heard him chuckle, moving to kiss your lips and moved to oblige your needs once more.

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aziraphales-library · 16 days

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Hi team! I was wondering if you might have some recommendations for Aziraphale-centric fics? Not really looking for whump, or fics where his feelings for Crowley are his sole focus (though I'd still enjoy it if were a significant part of the story), but moreso fics that look at Aziraphale holistically. First fic that comes to mind as an example is "Angel-Centered Therapy Through A Multicultural Lens: An Integrative Approach" by Nnm. Thanks!

Hello! Here are some Aziraphale-centric fics for you...

Could you breathe with me? by Euny_Sloane (T)

Aziraphale goes to counseling/therapy with an unnamed therapist and spends some time exploring his feelings related to love, loss, and family. Note that this is an imagined counseling session, and so may bring up uncomfortable feelings, regardless of how many tags I place, especially if you have the unfortunately common experience of feeling unloved by your family, or unworthy of love. Nothing graphic happens except a reference to Pompeii, though.

In a Perfect World, I would Hold your Hand and Kiss your Cheek by boredom (T)

A chance encounter with a young man leads Aziraphale on the path of healing and discovery. Maybe now he can finally admit to what he wants, without guilt and without fear. Maybe now he and Crowley can finally move forward, together.

Human Labels, and Angelic Discovery by Hemlock_Holmes (G)

Aziraphale discovers autism, and goes on a one-angel mission to learn everything he can about it. This is a purely self-indulgent fic about discovering yourself after many years, because I am so tired of reading books (not fanfic!) where the word autism is skirted around and treated like taboo, even when everyone knows that's what the author means. Just say it people! Also because nothing gives me greater joy than watching Aziraphale stim.

something wretched about this by IvyOnTheHolodeck (T)

You might wonder why Aziraphale can't seem to enjoy his retirement in peace. You could ascribe his distress to the series of terrifying thoughts that haunt his days, or the only book he wishes he'd never read, or even the wound that still hurts after six thousand years. Really, though, you should blame the fact he's never learned to talk about his feelings.

The Other Arrangement: or, How the Angel Got so Hungry by burnttongueontea (T)

‘It’s just… funny. Don’t you think it would be funny, if it turned out we’d had it the wrong way round all these years? If I ate all the time, and you hardly ever?’ Crowley discovers that Aziraphale has been strictly and obsessively limiting his food intake for millennia, due to fear of punishment from Heaven if he gets caught eating too regularly. The angel’s confident facade comes apart at the seams after they move to the South Downs, as he struggles to cope with new-found freedom while still keeping his past a secret. With the future of their relationship soon hanging in the balance, Crowley must find a way to convince Aziraphale that he is a safe pair of hands to collapse into – and that they can rebuild things from the ground up.

My Favorite Ghost by cassieoh_draws, DiminishingReturns (T)

Decades after the world didn’t end, Heaven and Hell got their war — and nearly destroyed everything in the process. When Aziraphale finally manages to reacquire a corporation and return to Earth, he discovers he was gone longer than he thought and the planet has become unrecognizable. As he searches for Crowley and tries to figure out how he fits in a world that Heaven, Hell, and God have all wiped their hands of, nature works around him to reclaim the bones of an old civilization as the scraps of humanity build a new one. A lush and optimistic post-apocalypse story, told from the POV of an immortal who can't let go of the past.

And the one you mentioned...

Angel-Centered Therapy Through A Multicultural Lens: An Integrative Approach by Nnm (G)

“I’d love to meet with you,” Davey said, apologetically, when he had been called up by a fellow looking to initiate therapy, “but I’m all booked up for months.” “Are you sure?” The fellow said, through a poor connection that crackled. Davey had been sure. And yet. Right there in his calendar was a blank spot, just a few days away, which he had somehow completely overlooked before. “How about that…I’ve got Wednesday at eleven, if you can make that work.” “What a miracle,” the fellow said, “that would be just the perfect time.”

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #aziraphale-centric #therapy #mental health #mod d

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kaiareplies · 1 year

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questions I think would be fun to be asked

what are 3 things you’d say shaped you into who you are?

show us a picture of your handwriting?

3 films you could watch for the rest of your life and not get bored of?

what’s an inside joke you have with your family or friends?

what made you start your blog?

what’s the best and worst part of being online/a creator?

what scares you the most and why?

any reacquiring dreams?

tell a story about your childhood

would you say you’re an emotional person?

what do you consider to be romance?

what’s some good advice you want to share?

what are you doing right now?

what’s something you’ve always wanted to do but maybe been to scared to do?

what do you think of when you hear the word “home”?

if you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

name 3 things that make you happy

do you believe in ghosts and/or aliens?

favourite thing about the day?

favourite things about the night?

are you a spiritual person?

say 3 things about someone you love

say 3 things about someone you hate

what’s one thing you’re proud of yourself for?

fave season and why?

fave colour and why?

any nicknames?

do you collect anything?

what do you do when you’re sad?

what’s one thing that never fails to make you happy/happier?

are you messy or organised?

how many tabs do you have open right now?

any hobbies?

any pet peeves?

do you trust easily?

are you an open book or do you have walls up?

share a secret

fave song at the moment?

youtuber you’ve been obsessed with and why?

any bad habits?

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sirowsky-stories · 8 months

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The Old Prince

Part 8

Author's Note: I'm back! So sorry for the wait, I've been dealing with a crippling hormone imbalance. But no matter, writing has resumed and I'm coming back with action, suspense and of course, a little angst. Hope you'll love it!

Description: While fighting the creatures, you and Oberyn are soon facing threats on three fronts, forcing you to retreat. But that's easier said than done when the dragon isn't the only one who can fly.

Rating: Mature 18+ONLY Warnings: Monster Oberyn Martell x Female Reader, AU fic, obviously Halloween themed, reader cusses. Descriptions of people being murdered/eaten. Some angst. Word Count: 4767 Author's Masterlist

The two monsters working together somehow seems to amplify their darkness, as if they’re feeding off each other. They coordinate their efforts without any communication taking place between them, and before you know it, the police car has been destroyed and the two creatures have fled into an office building on the left side of the street, killing people on the fly as they pass them, just because they can, knowing that the dragon can’t follow without bringing the entire building down.

But while that’s happening, you find yourself having entirely different problems. Because as Oberyn’s focus remains locked on the innocent people within that building, he can’t keep an eye on you as well, which is of course why the spirits decide to attack you right then. You spot a movement in the corner of your eye to the right, and when you turn your head to find out what it is, you discover a polar bear, the size of a fucking bus, coming at you.

Turning on the spot to look for somewhere to go, you then discover that a giant stag is running towards you from the opposite direction, while the owl sweeps down over its crown, diving straight for you. You can’t scream for help because the dragon needs to stop those horrible things, so all you can think to do is buy time, which is why you head for the nearest door, thankfully finding one open, and run as fast as you can into the building behind you.

Unfortunately, the door leads into a clothes store where all other exits will be locked for security purposes. A dead end. You run to the back, where the changing rooms are, and hide in the one furthest away from the front door. You have no idea if the spirits can see or sense you through walls, but hopefully they will at least have to search for a minute.

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Oberyn tracks every step of the creatures’ movements through the office building from the outside, until they finally emerge onto the next street over, and he leaps over the houses to try and land on top of them. Unfortunately, as he lands, he finds himself among a group of maybe twenty people, having a barbecue outside in the cold for some inscrutable reason. And of course, the moment he lands, they all leap to their feet and run off.

The instinct comes alive before he has a chance to attempt staving it, and for a moment, he forgets all about the monsters as his primal senses take over, selecting targets with razor sharp focus and going after them based solely on proximity, with frightening efficiency. He feels bodies break under his heavy paws and tastes their blood as he crushes those he catches between his teeth before swallowing them.

So proficient a killer is he, that in the mere seconds to have passed between his landing and resuming his hunt for the creatures, not one human of the group is left alive. There is no time for remorse right now, and his anger is too heated to allow him any meaningful thoughts anyway, but as he reacquires his targets, his hunt becomes menacing with the need to punish them for such useless mayhem.

He slithers silently along the streets, keeping out of sight as he uses his supreme hearing to keep track of them this time, until he has managed to intercept their path and stomps his massive claws straight into the ground where he predicts that they should emerge from behind a restaurant. Thankfully, his aim is true and his mass enough to crush even their tough bodies into oily spots on the pavement, ending their lives and their path of destruction.

But there are four more of them somewhere and he must find them all.

For the moment, however, he must relocate you. Last he saw, you were on the street behind him, so he heads back, doing his best not to think of the dead people that he is currently being fueled by. But he can’t find you where he expects to, and then there is a terrible scream coming from one of the stores opposite the office building which the monsters had first fled through, and he recognizes it as your voice.

The mere fact that you are the only one screaming, tells him that it must be The Decem who have found you once more, since none other can see them. And as much as he wishes to minimize collateral damage, he cannot let them harm you, so he throws caution to the wind and enters the store. Glass flies everywhere as his large frame breaks every display window along with the automated sliding doors.

There aren’t many people inside as it is still the middle of the workday, but the few customers in there now scream even louder than you while diving out of his way. He growls menacingly at the sight of the owl trying to cut you with her wings, but that’s as much as he manages before something claws at the side of his body, most of which is still outside the small store.

He ignores the pain and continues inside until he can reach you, pulling you to his chest just as whatever is attacking him starts to drag him out onto the street. Once outside, he’s met by the sight of Ursa and Cervus as they have combined their efforts and are using claws and horns to try and stop him. He is able to fight them off by beating them with his powerful wings, but just as he’s about to fly away, Lupus jumps down on top of him from an adjacent roof, and bites into his neck.

Enraged, he twists his neck until his head is turned all the way around and spews a large flame onto his own back, trying to rid himself of the wolf, but she stubbornly clings to him, and only a moment later, the three others are renewing their efforts. They may not be able to harm people, but their natural weapons are some of very few things that can cut through the dragon’s scales, spilling his blood over the street.

You are safely tucked in between his front legs and his chest, where no spirit can reach you, so even though they are harming him, he’s not panicking or losing his mind. He is angry, however, about how mercilessly they are after you, and for a dragon, rage is a dangerous thing. As he once more opens his jaws to try and stay their efforts, he can feel that the heat within him is reaching new heights and he knows that this flame will reach across the entire street, potentially damaging more than just the closest buildings.

But he cannot stop. If he does, he might lose this fight, and that would mean losing you.

The fire emerges from his throat in what appears to be both liquid and gaseous form, spilling out over the pavement like a thinner, lighter version of lava, while also billowing up into the air, high above the roofs of the tallest buildings. It flows for several hundred yards before his breath is expended, swallowing all three spirits, and when the black cloud of soot settles a minute later, the damage is revealed.

All the storefronts have melted, whether made of glass, metal, or stone. The pavement has transformed into what appears to be tar. And the people who had the misfortune of standing too close to the windows in any of the houses, have been turned to charcoal. Mercifully, there is no sign of the spirits, so the flame seems to have discouraged them for now, although he is certain they are unharmed. But the cost of victory has been high.

Never before has Oberyn been able to produce such a flame as to melt bricks, and it worries him that this is something he is capable of, entirely without knowing it. Despite how long he has lived and how many battles he has fought, it seems impossible that he should suddenly be capable of more than twice his normal might. Although, it stands to reason this is indeed something he has always been able to do, but simply has not had suitable incentive for.

Regardless, you cannot remain here where rescue vehicles will soon appear, he needs to get you to safety, so he spreads his wings and returns to the clear blue skies, no longer finding any peace in the tranquility of the higher altitudes.

Two of the creatures have been dealt with, yet another four remain loose, undoubtedly wreaking havoc upon whichever place they are currently occupying. But he cannot pursue them now. He requires time to stop and think, neither of which will be possible if he is constantly preparing to fight, defend, or flee. It is impossible to hide from the spirits, so the best he can hope for is a reprieve as he turns his nose to the east, leaving the demolished street and dead bodies behind.

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He flies high and fast, keeping you tucked into his chest for warmth, but you’re not sure that he’s even aware of what he’s doing right now. It seems like he’s acting on instinct, doing his best to flee the destructiveness of his own nature. What he did to that road and the buildings lining it almost defies belief, even for someone aware of his existence and power, and you’re pretty sure that Oberyn himself had no clue he could do something like that. He’s clearly rattled.

But the relentlessness of the spirits, their absolute conviction that you must die, is starting to wear on your resolve. There’s nothing for you to do during the flight, but think, and the more you think about it, the more it begins to feel like maybe it’s not your right to defy them. You want to live, and you know that Oberyn won’t let them kill you, no matter what, but today’s incident has left you conflicted.

Because people died. Innocent bystanders. And yeah, maybe in the grand scheme of things, their lives are insignificant, but not to you. Those people had families, and as an orphan yourself, you can’t help but think about what their children will now have to suffer. Still… the dragon has lived for a very long time among these spirits, and for some reason, he doesn’t think they’re justified to take your life, and that means something.

Your thoughts are interrupted when your companion suddenly drops into a dive before twisting into a complicated series of turns, until something explodes midair nearby. It’s close enough that you can feel the heat of the blast, but you don’t know what it was or why it happened, because you’re pinned too tightly to be able to turn between the giant claws. But you can twist your head somewhat, so you do see it when two fighter jets whoosh past.

As if you’re not in enough trouble as it is.

Of course, you should’ve expected this, since you nearly collided with a commercial jet earlier, and you’re sure that people in Detroit have not only spotted a giant serpent creeping along their streets, but destroying them as well. Naturally, the authorities have to respond, and when emergency personnel and vehicles are being attacked, bigger responses are clearly required. They have no way of knowing that the dragon wasn’t the one attacking those vehicles, and even if they did, he is still responsible for a lot of damage.

When missiles don’t work, they use bullets instead, but Oberyn’s scales easily deflect them… while also enraging him. No matter how agile, there’s no aircraft in existence which can outmaneuver his slender body and ability to shift the airflow around his wings exactly as he needs to in any given moment. Which is why it only takes him a few seconds of aerial combat to damage the planes badly enough that the pilots are forced to eject.

But only a minute later, another three are on your tail and the battle continues. Only now, the dragon seems to be starting to enjoy the hunt. He deliberately avoids disabling the crafts even when he’s perfectly positioned to take them out with a mere flick of his tail, taunting them, testing their piloting abilities to the limit while doing his damnedest to scare the hell out of them.

You can only see parts of the skirmish, but the simple fact that it goes on for a long time is enough for you to know that Oberyn’s just playing with them. What you assume are the Rockies have become visible on the horizon by the time all three planes are destroyed, and the dragon aims his nose at them, stopping to land on the tallest peak available while he observes the lone surviving pilot set down with his parachute.

The beast growls and the sound easily travel across the barren landscape, reaching the now exposed human at the foot of the mountain range, who freezes and looks up. It must be a truly frightening thing, seeing not just a creature of myth in real life, but also knowing that it wants to kill you. That it likes to see you all exposed and vulnerable like this. But you don’t like this game. The dragon has obviously forgotten his humanity right now, and you neither have the time nor the freedom for playtime.

“Oberyn!” you call out from behind his giant claws, and he immediately reacts, turning his gaze away from the human and down to you instead. “We’re hunting creatures of the dark, remember? Not pilots doing their job, trying to protect the public.”

Your words seem to bring him back to the moment, breaking off the hunting instinct and returning his ability to think, and he looks apologetic then. His gaze once again turns to the human, who has now unfastened himself from the catapult chair and is trying to find a place to hide. The dragon opens its wings to take to the skies once more, and presumably resume the search for the creatures, but before he’s taken off, something occurs to you.

“No, wait. Take us down there, I wanna talk to that pilot,” you command, and after a moment’s deliberation, he does as you say.

He fixes his wings in a full spread and glides down the mountainside without making a sound, reaching the fleeing man in mere moments. The pilot hasn’t heard you coming, so when Oberyn suddenly lands right in front of him, he stops on a dime and falls backwards in his haste to evade the threat. The dragon lets go of you the moment he’s down, and you immediately set about getting the man’s attention.

“Hey, it’s okay, we just wanna talk,” you try, but the pilot has no reason to trust you and instead just keeps on trying to get back on his feet and run away. “I’m sorry about your team. I’m sure they were good people,” you continue, which does get his focus to shift.

“What the fuck are you talking about! We thought this monster had taken you, we were trying to save you!” he screams after getting back up, although he’s still backing away from you.

“I doubt that that was why you were ordered to engage in the first place…” you counter, and his expression sours even more.

“No. We were ordered to hunt that thing down after what it did in Detroit, and if you’re about to tell me it was all a mistake or a misunderstanding, think again! Because I saw what it did to that street… I saw the buildings melt,” he accuses, and he’s stopped backing away now, regaining his courage as the dragon has yet to charge or try and frighten him.

“You’re right, he did do all that. I know innocent people have died, I’m not denying how horrible that is, but I’m also not looking for your acceptance or forgiveness. I’m looking for information,” you explain, and the man’s body language shifts as he realizes that this isn’t you trying to apologize for killing his friends.

“I’m not gonna tell you anything,” he growls, to which Oberyn replies in kind, making the very air vibrate with the strength of his lungs and the size of his throat.

But the pilot isn’t allowing himself to be intimidated this time, because when push comes to shove, he’s still a military trained aviator. His knowledge of army operations could be useful to an enemy, and he’s not about to let that happen.

“Listen to me, captain,” you say, trying to draw his attention away from the menacing rows of teeth he’s being threatened by. “All we wanna know is if the army’s picked up any chatter about other strange creatures wreaking havoc somewhere, because we’re trying to hunt them down.”

He doesn’t answer, and his hard expression doesn’t change, but you feel like there’s another shift in the energy between you. As if he’s starting to wonder what this is really all about, so you press on.

“They’re black as oil and have a strangely wet skin, as if they’re perpetually bleeding black ooze out of every por. Everything about them is nightmarish and unnatural, but worst of all, is that they can lure humans into walking straight to them. Bullets and even fire does nothing to stop them. They’ll happily tear themselves to pieces for a chance to rip someone’s guts out, and they do all of this for no reason at all. They don’t eat people and they’re not responding to any provocation. They just destroy life wherever they find it.”

The pilot has turned paler during your description, and he seems less sure of himself now, so you give him time to think, hoping he’ll reach the conclusion that you’re not lying.

“The reports were vague,” he finally starts after a good minute, “but we were told to look for abnormal animals behaving extremely aggressively. And to destroy on sight.”

“So, when you saw a dragon, you assumed it had to be the target,” you guess, and he nods.

“But I saw the thing you’re talking about while we made a pass overhead. I thought for sure my eyes were playing tricks on me…”

“My friend here killed two of them in Detroit,” you say, inclining your head at Oberyn, “but there are another four lose on the continent, and we have no way to track them, except by the deaths in their wake. Is there anything you can tell us about where the others might be?”

He hesitates then, clearly unwilling to share anything which might be harmful to the general population, but also unable to discount what he’s seen.

“Last radio-call I got they were talking about sightings in southern California. Los Angeles,” he divulges, but before you’ve had a chance to thank him, something grabs you.

In a single second the ground has disappeared from under your feet, and the pilot is suddenly turning into a mini figure, as you’re lifted into the air by your shoulders. The movement’s so swift and precise that you’re already a hundred feet off the ground by the time the pain of the claws that are buried deep into the flesh at the front and back of your shoulders, even registers. But your screams are drowned out by the wind.

You look up to find Caelum’s half-transparent feathers pulling you towards the clear blue sky, and within moments, Papilio and Vespertilio are on either side of you. As before, they waste no time in attempting to complete their mission, so by the time you’ve registered their presence, they’ve already started pecking on you. The owl merely holds you while attempting to evade Oberyn, who’s undoubtedly taken up pursuit by now, but the bat and butterfly are coming at you from either side, tearing your clothes and skin with ruthless efficiency.

You didn’t even know that butterfly feet could be sharp. Although, it might be one of those mutations, brought on by dark thoughts, which Oberyn warned you would happen to them in the presence of a Darkling. Not that it matters at the moment, when your ribs are being exposed by the rapidly executed attacks.

You’ve never felt such pain in your life, but no matter how much you scream, it doesn’t help. You’re at their mercy, only they haven’t got any. Then Caelum dives, fleeing back towards the ground when the dragon catches up to them, hoping to win enough time for the other two to finish the job. The only reason they haven’t already is because of the awkward angle they’re forced to maintain in a midair assault, where the bird needs to have uninterrupted mobility.

The spirits must be exceptionally fast though, because when she levels out, the vast Pacific Ocean is already right in front of you, and that’s when Oberyn finally catches up to her. But in his rage and need to free you, his assault is sloppy and violent, causing the owl to lose her grip on you. Although, she may have done that intentionally. Because while he is still battling her and trying to keep the other two away from you, he can’t catch you before your now limp body crashes into the sea, knocking you out.

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He sees you fall and knows at once he will be unable to reach you in time, even if he were to abandon his quarries and race to you. The air stinks of your blood, wrung from your flesh as the heartless, unfeeling ghosts of The Decem have ripped your midsection apart so diligently that he can see the exposed bones of your ribcage. And when you hit the water, hard enough to leave you unconscious, more blood instantly pools around you, which will attract dangerous wildlife.

The three flying spirits are doing everything they can to keep him occupied with them rather than diving to your aid, so he performs a tornado-like maneuver to quickly free himself, and then he set off after you. But as he is approaching the surface, a shadow rises from the depths, and there is no mistaking it. Because Octopus is by far the largest of the spirits, easily two times bigger than the largest luxury cruise ship on Earth, and each one of her arms stronger than all the other spirits are together.

She will reach you before Oberyn.

How can such small distances seem so insurmountably endless? He is only a hundred feet from you, yet he cannot save you. Instead, he is forced to watch as the tentacles breach the surface all around you, snaring your battered body and sucking you down into the depths as easily as if you were nothing more than a blade of seaweed.

He closes his wings completely against his body and tightens the muscles along his sides to make himself rigid as he hits the water, turning himself into a missile in order to follow the cephalopod. Like a snake, his body lends itself well to the medium of water. He is a fast swimmer and just as agile as he is in the air, although the water resistance will obviously slow him down. But no matter the obstacle, he will not give up on you.

Octopus has taken you to the bottom, where the pressure may have already crushed your brain, but he will not stop until he knows. He will not allow himself to feel sorrow or pain or fear until he has exhausted all possibility of rescue, no matter how unlikely. For the love you have given him was also impossible. The life which your mere presence has returned him to, equally so. All the time he has known you, you have consistently done what should not be achievable.

And he begs all the gods to which men have prayed for as long as they have existed, that you can do so once more. Just one more time. Then light is suddenly shining from below. Even though the ocean floor at such depths is black as night.

But it is no illusion. As though a star has been born, a bright, yellow shine is growing below him, so brightly that it halts him for lack of visibility. And where he comes to a stop and observes, he now sees how the mighty spirit is repelled by this light. She tries several times to draw nearer, but the light will not be lessened, and she is finally forced to seek out shadows further away.

The brightness bothers Oberyn’s eyes, but it does not harm him, so he takes the opportunity to swim closer and investigate. And as he does, he finds that it is indeed you who is shining. Stunned, but also painfully aware of how damaged you are and how long you have now been submerged at this crushing depth, he once again races to you, not slowing down as he blindly reaches out and grabs you, having to close his eyes against the light, before instantly returning to the surface.

He breaks through it at speed, opening his eyes and hurling himself into the air like a dolphin, except that he unfolds his wings and continues to rise once he has left the water. The three other spirits attempt to attack the two of you once more, but they too are repelled by your strange luminance, so much so, that they not only back away, but leave the area completely.

Safe, at least for the moment, the dragon sets down as quickly as he can find a soft patch of grass, far enough away from the beach that Octopus cannot reach you even if she should breach upon the sand. And when he lays you down, the light fades away and he can see you clearly. But there is no trace of your injuries.

Your clothes are torn so badly that they risk falling off your form completely should you try to stand, but your skin is unharmed. He did not imagine seeing your body being pecked to pieces, nor the smell of your blood in the air, so how has it now been undone? You healed from his bite just as miraculously, but somehow, it seemed that there could be an answer to this because of the opposite reaction which created the hideous creatures. But this has nothing to do with that. This was all you, the light came from you.

But how?

Unfamiliar voices reach his ears then, and he looks around to find that human spectators have begun to gather around him, some frightened and trying to hide behind cars or trees, while others are taking pictures on their phones. Whatever has happened to you, he cannot linger in this place. Today, more people have seen him and lived to speak of it, than ever before in his six millennia among them, but today is also the day he least cares about the potential repercussions.

He gently picks you up before spreading his wings, which makes the gathered crowd shy back in surprise over his wingspan, which in relation to his slender body, is perhaps somewhat over dimensioned. But they do not know that whenever he must breathe fire while flying, it is precisely their size which prevents him from losing speed or upsetting his own airflow.

The creatures are still at large, undoubtedly causing terrible damage and taking innocent lives, but for now, Oberyn cannot care about them. He must get you to a safe place where you can both recover and attempt to make sense of the equally terrible and extraordinary events of this day. And while he would prefer to bring you back to the castle, he feels as though you might need to go somewhere else. He is unsure of why he feels this, but he trusts that there is cause behind it.

So, when he leaps off the ground, he turns his nose southeast and sets off at a pace as high as he can manage for a longer journey, hoping that the spirits will not return until he has figured out where it is that he is planning to go, so that you both might have a chance to learn the deeper truths which he has begun to sense are hiding within himself, as much as they are within you. Something from the past which seems to be awakening anew.

Part 9

The Ten Spirits of the World Air - Forest - Water - Stone - Night - Autumn - Winter - Spring - Summer.

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zmediaoutlet · 4 months

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Do you ship... Soulless Sam/Dean? 😉

giiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiirl --

on the one hand, duh

on the other hand, per the usual caveats, I'm not interested in actual non-con soulless/dean because that's too easy. like yeah he's naughty but he's not a doof

but ohhh there are so many weird and wonderful and nasty ways you can play it outside of noncon! It can be relieved first-time-in-a-year hookups with Dean so grateful to have his brother back that he doesn't quite look at how his brother isn't right, followed by the shocked betrayal of the soulless reveal -- it can be first time ever, with Dean or Sam finally acting on what they'd put aside for all those previous years, and ooooh what can be relished once the reveal happens -- it can be first time after the soulless reveal, which, !!!, although you'd have to massage Dean into a truly miserable place to get him to go for that -- etc etc. So many treats!!!

one of the things that makes the treats so fun is that s6 Dean is a desperate starving man. That year with Lisa was Fine but it wasn't at all sufficient -- like still being technically able to breathe, but your O2 saturation levels are dangerously low -- so when Sam comes back it's like his lungs finally expand all the way again. And then when it starts to go wrong -- that period where he's calling Bobby and is like that's not my brother (and he's right, kind of) -- he can't leave all the way -- and when Sam's problem is revealed, oh man. Dean's a cute bean but oh is he fun to torture. :)

then from Sam's POV -- he's not evil obviously but he's a shark. He wants to hunt and he wants to fuck and he wants to win, as he seduces all those wives away from their husbands and grins through sacrificing civilians to get the monster. You can load in whatever wincesty backstory you want and then the soullessness clarifies it to cold calculation: if it's a first time his souled self wanted, then he'll get it; if it's a first time Dean wants, he'll assess Dean as hot and available and, sure, he'll fuck him as a convenient option; if it's established relationship, he'll be glad to have reacquired a favorite hole, but god, if Dean keeps bitching about the soul thing then maybe he'll just go back to the chicks-- etc. ahaha it's so good.

and THEN, when real!Sam gets put back together, the guILT -- !!!

#hohoho i am rubbing my hands together like a fat spoiled king #soulless is the beeeeeesssst #i can't believe people hate s6 #like. what are they even doing #answers #friday night wine party #soon i shall go and have a friday night cyberpunk party #but it has been fun talking ships!

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carionto · 9 months

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Enjoying the whole 'verse. As I make my way through, there was one thing I haven't seen, but maybe I missed or haven't gotten to yet. So if it's not there, and you're still taking some prompts via ask, what happened to the inevitable humans that decided to explore the universe outside of our bubble, when we were in that other dimension area?

True nothing.

Despite the planetside chaos, though for some - precisely because of it, there were a number of efforts to go beyond what we brought along with us to the dimension between when we "vanished".

Every single time it was disappointment, if they returned that is.

The sky was barren, yet sunshine made the days bright, and the tides still came as they always had.

The Sun is there. The Moon is there. Everything is still as it was. We just... can't see it, can't interact with it.

Understandably, many could not accept such a lack of logic and set out for space once more, once it became possible to escape the debris field that is.

Some went to the Moon, but could never find an orbit. Their craft was not pulled by anything other than the Earth. One even tried going to the center of the Sun. Same result.

Yet the fact the seasons still changed meant we were going around the Sun as normal. Heck, even Lunar eclipses still happened when they should. This maddening reality meant that every few decades before we finally reacquired the knowledge and technical ability to "reappear" saw one or two individuals who refused to believe that where we were, between dimensions, contained just the Earth and everything on it and nothing else forever in every direction.

That didn't matter to them. In fact, that's what drove them to try to prove that false. They never came back to "reappear" with the rest of Humanity. And they never will. Not after what everyone experienced after we did.

We didn't mean to leave anyone behind, we were planning on sending back a beacon, hoping they get the message and eventually return. But not now. Whatever -it- is thinking, if it is intelligent at all, we can't risk anything.

Those few dozen souls have been abandoned. Maybe some will never know it, forever continuing their unfulfillable quest, while others will drift to where their computer will say the Earth is and not find it, forever lost to despair until the end of their lives.

Or perhaps some will figure out their own way of "reappearing" one day. One such mission was a fully staffed research cruiser with a combined total of ninety PhDs in relevant fields (and about 200 in fake majors, but alas). So it is not out of the question a group of desperate but determined and disillusioned deviants could surprise us.

Or maybe they will be "reappeared" by someone or something else. Recent revelations that there may be more to reality than we knew leave infinite possibilities on the table now.

(thanks for the prompt, I also thought I had addressed this somewhere and forgot)

#humans are space orcs #humans are space australians #humans are space oddities #humans are deathworlders #humanity fuck yeah #carionto

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trans-xianxian · 2 months

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7 8 14 24

7. what scares you the most and why?

not being useful to other people because I do not believe in the intrinsic value of my own human life and think that I must serve a purpose to other people in order to be loved. cmon scout you should know this by now 🙄

8. any reacquiring dreams?

I'm going to assume this is supposed to say reoccurring? not anymore but whenever I was sick as a kid I would have this dream that I was sitting in front of my sister's old vanity in a completely white scape pulling my hair out into one massive ball

14. what’s something you’ve always wanted to do but maybe been to scared to do?

hmmm I genuinely don't really know the answer to this question. I think I am always seeking to be more outgoing in terms of making friends but am always terrified to follow through

24. what’s one thing you’re proud of yourself for?

not killing myself 👍

#wow what a collection of deep questions from the bestie today #ask

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miracles-and-butterflies · 9 months

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To the reincarnation girls

For Mirabel 8 (any reacquiring dreams?) and 24 (what’s one thing you’re proud of yourself for?)

For Dolores 20 (favourite things about the night?) and 28 (do you collect anything?)

For Lusia 31 (are you messy or organised?) and 35 (do you trust easily?)

For Isabela 37 (share a secret) and 40 (any bad habits?)

This’ll be a long one.

Going to assume 8. is a spelling mistake on the original post and that it is meant to be “recurring dream” as that actually makes sense.

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Definitely. Any moment from the 21st May 1950 to the 23rd May 1950. Or 6th March 1940.

Not particularly. I’m useless. I’m proud of doing the bare minimum. It is a not worthy achievement but my mental health is bad enough that functioning normally is difficult, if I make it through the day without a PTSD flashback, it’s good. Though, I can hardly take the credit for my medication’s work. I suppose the answer is no, I’m not proud of anything I’ve done - don’t know why anyone would be.

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The night life in the modern world is very different than what our small town was like. The benefit is that I can enjoy it without hearing everyone else. It is quite peaceful and I enjoy looking at the stars on a clear night. Having a quiet night in my preferred evening - though we’ve had a few nice meals out and trips to the theatre.

I don’t really collect. Unless my growing amount of sheet music counts. Very easy to come across now, thanks to the modern technology.

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Organised chaos, I’d say. I couldn’t say fully organised - not like Mirabel, but I’m not stupidly messy like Isabela. Somewhere in the middle, maybe? …Maybe a little closer to Bela. Then again, Mirabel tides my room weekly - maybe I’m a lot more messy than I think.

I’d say no but Dolores is currently glaring daggers into the back of my head so… maybe just a little? Yeah, I know I said the entire truth to Jess as soon as we first met but I did add a ‘hi’ before all of that and you were the one that went “for fuck sake, Luisa, why don’t you tell her you’ve been reincarnated while you’re at it?”—

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A secret? I don’t have any. I’m not very secretive… I tell the girls everything - save Mirabel, but that’s because she’s a child. I’m an open book, I got nothing to lose or hide.

None. I’m perfect. Glare all you want, Dolores, you know it won’t work on me.

#encanto #encanto reincarnation au #ask me anything #isabela madrigal #mirabel madrigal #luisa madrigal #dolores madrigal

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jadeazora · 1 year

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Seriously man, I'm so disappointed. I was thrilled that we were finally getting a friendly rival becoming a villain in a Pokémon game, since it's something I've always wanted to see them do and it would make for an interesting character arc. In fact, I'd say it's one of the archetypes I'd like to see them explore the most.

I was really excited seeing him having this unsettling moment after the battle with him, Wikstrom, and Wulfric, even more that it wasn't just a one-off moment, since Lear had gotten bad vibes from him. This was roughly three years ago now.

Seeing more cracks appear in the villain arc, seeing him taking cues from people he really shouldn't have, seeing Giovanni taking an interest in him, I was pretty stoked for what was to come, especially when Ghetsis FINALLY pushed him over the edge when he "killed" Rockruff. (Lys gets to boil people, meanwhile this guy's failed every single murder attempt he tries lmao. That said, I was calling fake-out and Rockruff returning as Dusk Lycanroc from pretty much the beginning.) Then there was Paulo forming a bond with Hoopa Unbound and channeling Lysandre as he swears he'd get rid of the villains and manipulating Break into working for him, that was hype.

It just feels like a giant anticlimax, especially with how long we waited, and with several villains apparently teaming up (the CEO trio and Archie/Maxie) and a few other open ends like we still don't know if N ever managed to reacquire his Reshiram, or if it could have been utilized by Ghetsis as material for W-Kyurem. I was expecting the next arc to be Paulo vs. the villains, with Giovanni and Ghetsis trying to play the situation to their advantage. (Granted, Giovanni is featured with Hoopa Unbound in one of the event screens, so maybe we're not done yet?) I just really hope we aren't moving onto another PML arc since the only thing that really had me interested in the first one was Lear's development. 😓

#pokemon masters #pokemas #pokemon paulo #rival paulo #pokemon villains

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nonbinary-octopus · 3 months

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while walking back with the reacquired yellow dive ring, I started thinking about how it might be adjusted, like maybe if there was a floater on one side of the ring, and a weight opposite it, it would stand up at the bottom of the pool instead of lying flat. Easier for grabbing.

Then I thought about pool toys that float at a specific depth. They don’t float at the surface, and they don't sink to the bottom either; they sink to a specific level, and then stop sinking, because of buoyancy and water pressure and stuff.

I know they exist, cause I bought a set of sharks once that were all supposed to float at different depths. I'm not sure if I still have those somewhere or not.

and now I am thinking

can I make some?

How precise would I need to be with the weights?

How precise can I be with the depth?

Just how quickly does water pressure change with depth? If I can calibrate it to within a couple inches, that would be superb. Even if I can just get it to stay within a foot or two range, excellent! If I can't calibrate it more granularly than ten feet... well, the deep part of the pool is five feet deep, so that would not be helpful at all.

I could do some research. I'm sure I can look up info about water pressure. Or... maybe I'll just experiment a bunch. Cut a ring off the end of a pool noodle, tie some weights to it, and toss it in the water. Adjust the weights til I get the desired result.

(maybe I'll do research now, and experiments later, when I'm off work and have gathered supplies)

#original

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theinvisiblemuseum · 2 months

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8 26 & 38 ‼️‼️

raeeeeeeee !! <3333

8. any reacquiring dreams?

already answered w my main reoccuring dream, but i have a host of others that crop up from time to time... i can lucid dream too so sometimes i make myself have the same dreams if i want to stick around there a bit longer. recently had a crazy one that was like a cannibalism fight club type situation but woke up too soon so i went back there again a few days ago 🙏

26. fave colour and why?

red!! mostly because i somewhat recently realized almost all my favorite clothes/makeup looks/accessories were red and i'm most drawn to this color in most situations and was like huh. maybe i'm not a blue person after all. also cherries 🍒 !!

38. fave song at the moment?

giving a lil list because i can't narrow it down!

pang - caroline polachek; recently started relistening to this album for the first time in a while and i can't believe pang wasn't the biggest song (and album) in the entire world. criminal.

girl, so confusing ft lorde - charli xcx; like come onnn. the internet (and me) DID go crazy

supersoaker - eartheater; been scrounging for choreography songs and i love eartheater so this one's been on repeat

thinking of a place - the war on drugs; just watched thee sharp objects miniseries and im not being normal about it

chihiro - billie eilish; current hmhas fave. i am not immune to billie eilish and i would never claim to be

#organ donations #brain <3

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hikarry · 5 months

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Since I didn't communicate clearly earlier:

2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 39

Oh, God lord, Sam

Okay, yes, yes, sure

Just, be prepared for a long post I guess then. Ill skip the ones I already answered

2. show us a picture of your handwriting?

3. 3 films you could watch for the rest of your life and not get bored of?

The Imitation Game, The Muppet Christmas Carol and Corpse Bride

4. what’s an inside joke you have with your family or friends?

Ah...a evil version of "You've got a friend in me" from Toy Story with one of my friends

5. what made you start your blog?

Honestly? No idea. Technically I've been here since 2014 and I kinda just joined to see pretty pics in the beginning. And now here we are, neck deep in the Good Omens fandom

6. what’s the best and worst part of being online/a creator?

The best is honestly the interaction. You guys really have no idea how nice the Good Omens fandom is. I used to be a "creator" for the Yuri on Ice fandom and it didn't used to be half of this. It's very exciting.

The worst? Maybe the pressure to post new stuff? Which is not exactly no one's fault but mine, but alas

7. what scares you the most and why?

Ah. Dying in pain? I don't like pain and I don't appreciate dying so, yeah. Kinda logic

8. any reacquiring dreams?

I don't think so?

9. tell a story about your childhood

We went to the beach this one time and I, for some reasons, made friends with this one guy I never saw again in my life. Somehow he caught a big ass fish (or big in toddler scale) and gave it to me and my first reaction was toss it back into the ocean. It was a magnificent throw, lemme tell ya. For a 3 year old, anyway

10. would you say you’re an emotional person?

It depends on how mentally stable I am and who I am with. But yes, overall, I would say so

11. what do you consider to be romance?

Small things, like sleeping cuddling, cooking together, drinking coffee together at the window in a sunday morning, kissing in the rain. My idea of romance is very...fairytale-y. And not realistic. That's why I am very very good by myself

12. what’s some good advice you want to share?

Don't look for yourself in other people. You're good enough to make yourself happy. You don't need anyone else so don't think you do. Other people are a bonus, not a requirement

13. what are you doing right now?

Answering this long ass thing thanks to you, Sam

14. what’s something you’ve always wanted to do but maybe been to scared to do?

Piercings. I've conquered my fear of tattoos and piercing are next, write what I'm telling you

15. what do you think of when you hear the word “home”?

My grandma's house

16. if you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

Physically? My weight. Because I've been fighting it ever since I was like 4 and so I could go under surgery and change my chest.

In general? Just...I would like to be more simple. I feel like other people in the world are way simpler than I am. Think and feel in a simpler way. Or I'm too complicated, depends on how you want to see it. I would like to feel simple

18. do you believe in ghosts and/or aliens?

No, to both. If I allowed myself to believe in any of those I would become way too paranoid and that's a no no

19. favourite thing about the day?

Getting home after a long day

20. favourite things about the night?

Actually getting to sleep properly, which is being an impossibility at the moment

21. are you a spiritual person?

No. I don't believe in any god or religion or entity. I max believe that the universe has my back and everything will work out somehow. But that's it

22. say 3 things about someone you love

My grandma is an amazing cook. I love her snuggles. I miss her every day

23. say 3 things about someone you hate

My uncle was assaulted last week, aparently. Not to be mean, but he could have died. I wish he had died

24. what’s one thing you’re proud of yourself for?

Not having killed myself when I really really wanted to. Living is super nice and I enjoy it quite a lot

25. fave season and why?

Autumn. Because it's when I was born and it's spooky season! And hella cozy! I love cozy!

26. fave colour and why?

Blue. Because it feels calming and reminds me of the ocean and/or water in general

27. any nicknames?

My friends used to call me "Mouse" when I was in school. It was an inside joke

28. do you collect anything?

I collect books and military jackets

30. what’s one thing that never fails to make you happy/happier?

Honestly? Without being sappy, you guys. Every time I'm having a shit day and I come here to complain y'all manage to cheer me up. It's very sweet and I thank you very much

31. are you messy or organised?

I am proudly organized in my messiness

32. how many tabs do you have open right now?

On pc? 4

On the phone? 48. 47 of those are fanfics

33. any hobbies?

Mainly reading and writing. I don't have time for much else

34. any pet peeves?

When people are slow. Not only walking, but in general: thinking, moving. It annoys the shit out of me

35. do you trust easily?

Oh no. Not at all. I think the only people I currently trust are my grandma and my therapist. And one of them I pay them to trust them so-

36. are you an open book or do you have walls up?

Way way too many walls up. I've been broken more times than I care to count and that does something to someone, lemme tell ya

37. share a secret

I stole a Hello Kitty necklace from a girl I hated when I was like 7. I still have it, as a trophy. I really hated that girl

39. youtuber you’ve been obsessed with and why?

Pinely! He's so fucking funny and I love his accent. Besides, his videos are amazing. Go watch it!

Ooof, okay. That's it, right? I tried to give short answers so it wouldn't get too annoying, but there we are. Hope you're happy, Sam!

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