#grant looks like shart

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Ep.21.02- Finding Forest Her

[pouzzzy]

gay shadowheart things (aka things i feel gay about re: shart)

((i know this discourse has mostly passed but to add to the recent stats saying she's the most romanced companion, and people mostly attributing that to straight dudes instead of horrendously down bad bi babes like me, i wanted to write this out))

her cheeks are ever-so-slightly chubby. like she has very soft cheeks. very good for kisses.

the religious trauma.....yeah me too girl, me too

fellow mixed-race girlypop. let's commiserate. you're so right babe nobody else gets it. even if this is just the fantasy mixed-race and you're still technically a white girl.

on that note...the fact that in act 3, she sleeps next to jaheira. older half-elf woman, mother wound healing, i can imagine their late night talks and it makes me want to join in.

obviously the similarities b/w her and her voice actress 👌

she is so clever. like god she is so clever. she needs someone who can riff with her 24/7.

granted she's also a lil stoopid and naive but aren't we all, at the tender age of 40

the build up in her romance...ugh it feels so cozy to me. it feels like home. i love that it doesn't happen right away, you need to slowly open up to each other before anything happens. the immense amount of trust that's needed to make anything happen is incredibly relatable

her fucking hair change regardless of what path she takes, like that's the gayest shit??? takes me back to getting bathroom haircuts from my crusty friends in college

her butt.

she's lowkey incredibly awkward, she'll try to be so cool about things but more often than not it'll have me looking at her like "girl who raised you"

her name is so pretty. jenevelle! wow. wow <3

will end by saying i am still so awkward about dating women and am working on being more confident about it, and there was something so affirming in that regard about shart's romance. unlike other games, it didn't require me to be uber sexed-up and raring to go for prettie ladie, it let me do things at my own pace for someone who'd be my type irl too.

so yeah i love shart, god's favorite bi princess, in a very bi way, and i represent the part of that statistic who isn't just an annoyingly online gamer dude who's always going on and on about goth women 🤙

[sorcerous-caress]

Okay The dryder minthara fic was amazing. Do you have any stray head cannons about dryder minthara you’d like to share if so go feral please.

I have so much to talk about.

Drider Minthara universe headcanons

Okay so in this universe, each companion ended up choosing the "darker path"

Reader is not Tav or durge, they haven't met any of the companions before and don't know them. Only read about them in history books.

The exact time that passed since the events of bg3 is 100 years.

Gale ascended to godhood and used the orb to create a new lawless magic that worked completely different than Mystra's. It knows no bounds or limits, a church was established in his following soon after to teach and make new wizards.

Astarion became a vampire ascended, he is one of the biggest noble influences on Baldur's Gate politics. He has gathered hundreds of spawns and his worshippers and fanatics are only growing.

Shadowheart became the chosen of Shar, her life-span got extended and she ruled over the temple in the underdark. Astarion is not aware of her people's influence on the city but she is very much aware of his.

Wyll became the new official archduke of baldur's gate. Akin to a king as he got handed all the power his father previously wielded. His view on the world being black and white, good and evil, never changed and only grew more zealous. His original ideals of looking into grey areas were left abandoned. Behind the curtains Mizora offered a new contract to extend his lifespan.

Laezel became Vlaakith's silver sword, handing in Voss's head as a gift. The lich queen shared with her a small section of her power that allowed her to surpass her mortal limits. The sight of her red dragon could steer fear in the hearts of many.

No one knows what happened to Karlach, she seemed to just disappear one day. But her name couldn't be found on the list of those who parted this world, so she is very much alive.

Halsin embraced the shadow druid ways, after seeing the horrors of so called civilised cities who turned its head on the poor and weak.

Lastly Minthara. Who went back to her house in the underdark after handing it Orin's head. Who was surprisingly welcomed back. But her loyalty were still called into suspicion as her sisters demanded a trial. Lolth granted them that. Minthara knew Lolth wasn't done playing with her and that it was a trap yet she still went there and became a drider.

The paladin-wizards that attack reader and Minthara inside their nests are followers of Gale! His magic doesn't get suppressed by the sussur tree.

The bloodrose is a real thing in dnd, larian used it in divinity 2 and i thought it would be cool to make it bloom inside a sussur tree since they're polar opposite flowers.

Maybe i am lowkey giving Reader some form of blood magic.

Also yes, the dark Shadowheart here is almost the same as the one in the dark shart concept. Except there was no Tav this time.

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Emp-ire “Anti-Alliance.”

So my schedule at work has been really weird lately, so I apologize for the weird posting schedule and if things seem a little cramped. I am trying to keep upon my posting, but it has been rather difficult recently.

I hope you all enjoy :)

He hadn’t thought that Spartans were normally meant for stealth with their red cloaks, bright red feathers, and pockmarked golden shields, but he had been wrong before. The ground below them was rocky even as they ducked and dodged through the large boulder field that marked the edge of a wide white salt flat.

From a distance it wouldn’t have looked all that interesting accept for familiar pockmarks in the ground, which he recognized to be evidence left behind from the landing struts of shuttles. His head was still reeling over the idea that there was any sort of Anti-GA resistance. Yeah he knew there were the isolationists and others who did not agree with their cooperation with alien lifeforms, but the idea that people would go to such lengths as to sell weapons to each other was nearly mind boggling.

He would have understood if the government were at all…. Oppressive, and granted there had been a few times when the GA hadn’t gotten it right, especially when it came to the whole LFIL business, but things had been rectified, and there were good relations all across the galaxy. Is only other thought is that maybe the people blamed the GA for the invasion of Earth, though how that could have been called an invasion was beyond him.

Most of the Burg had died within the first few minutes of landing on the planet, and there had only been one reported casualty in the entirety of Mericanda, that being a frail old lady who had seen the Burg from a distance and died of a heart attack related to shock, which he hardly thought counted.

Things were going good for them. In the history of humanity things had honestly never been better, so why someone would want to go and screw that up was beyond him.

But you couldn’t make everyone happy.

He slid into place next to James, the king of Sparta, and Xanthia, the queen, A they poked their heads over the rocks.

James had pulled off his helmet and handed it to Xanthia as he peered over the rock.

“What are we doing here?” Adam muttered as he glanced between a set of rocks and towards the deserted salt field. His bare knee ached from where he knelt on the partial gravel. The leather skirts may have been nice for the mediteranian climate, but he still missed wearing pants. He switched to his other knee, the fake one, so he might be more comfortable.

“My operatives in Athens recently sent me a report detailing this as the place where the anti-alliance ships have been landing.”

“Spies? But that doesn’t seem-”

“Not very Spartan of me? Well Adam, just because we took some inspiration from Ancient sparta doesn’t mean we do everything exactly like they did, besides Spartans were at war far more often than us?”

“Speaking of which, do you guys actually fight anyone?”

“Under GA law, we generally don’t, but the Anti-alliance scumbags work outside the law, and based on some of their actions, which have in the past included slave trafficking, I have taken it upon myself to dispatch a few of them. And no one has gone to the government about my activities because if they did, they would have to explain what they were doing in the first place.’

He gripped his spear tighter, ‘And as technical royalty, I am allowed, by law, mind you to police my own planet.”

Ramirez had schooted up next to them crouched low, using his spear to help him crawl over the rocks.

James nodded to him and he nodded back.

“What are you planning on doing.”

“Well, first of all, since you are here, I want to give you proof of what I have been saying all along, and then maybe you will understand better what is going on here. I want you to see that I’m not just some kind of tyrant trying to get rid of people who disagree with me.” he pointed towards the salt flat, “I really believe that these people need to be removed, but It would take a lot off my conscience if you knew that as well.”

Queen Xanthea raised her head, lips pressing together slightly.

Adam had a feeling that even if he did agree, the queen wasn’t likely to stop anytime soon.

The troop of spartan soldiers crouched behind the rocks with a stiff breeze blowing through them.

Adam had grown immune to mild temperature discomfort since his training had begun, and barely even noticed the early morning chill that rolled over him. Glancing out the corner of his eye, he noticed Ramirez and another one of the young spartans crouching close together, almost touching, sharting body heat.

He shook his head slightly.

Leave it to Ramirez to land a fling with a Spartan.

He turned his head back to the salt field, and was surprised to find movement on the far side.

The Spartans grew very quiet as they watched across the open plante to where a group of people had just emerged from the rocks.

A few of them were dressed like simple athenians in their tunics or togas, but there were a few more dressed in flight suits, looking very out of place on the Grecian landscape. Adam cocked his head trying to hear better, and watched as the king of the Spartains tilted his head and pressed into the skin below his ear. 

Adam forgot that the Spartan King also had a military grade translation implant and data chip installed just like everyone else. 

And also that he had one too, and therefore could amplify the sound.

He followed the Spartain’s lead and was just able to pick up the tail end of a conversation.

“We are moving them to the market on A1-36.”

“The GA has presence there don’t they/”

“It’s just a supply waystop for them, they don’t actually go in.”

“You know how the GA feels about slave trade.”

“I don’t give a flying fuck what the GA thinks about the slave trade, without it we wouldnt be able to pay the damn Kree.” He snorted, “Little bastards upped their price after the war, and now we are having to pay them double for being involved.”

“Why are we even doing this? We haven’t gotten anywhere, too small time to really even make a dent.”

Their leader turned to glower at them, “All big operations started out small-time. Now shut the hell up, and stop bitching. We have work to do.” 

There was a roaring in the sky overhead, and the group turned their eyes up towards the great blue vastness as they watched a silver distortion roll like a hazy wave through the atmosphere. Adam didn’t even realize what it was until the shuttle touched down, and noted the reflective skin covering it’s hull.

It was a pretty clever if low-budget trick, though they didn’t need anything more high-tech on a planet that didn’t really seem to use technology in the first place.

The door to the shuttle hissed open, and a group of men stepped out dressed in black flight suits.

A few of them carried weapons, though the vast majority of them were armed with only batons.

While the distribution of firearms was common on earth, and an estimated 65% of the population owned one for personal use, the ability to get your hands on a human grade firearm in space was a little harder.

The GA had strict regulations on the movement of weapons through intergalactic airspace, and you had to have permits out the ass to even own one.

However, since when did laws ever stop criminals?

He doubted that any of these men actually had a permit, which was an arrestable violation to begin with, though he had more than enough probable cause to arrest these men anyway. 

He stayed put however, and waited for the scene to unfold before them as the group of men stepped down onto the salt, their boots crunching against the ground looking around nervously at the rocks.

If these men had had any REAL military equipment on them, their shuttle would have been able to detect the heat signatures of the company of Spartans crouched in the rocks, but even so, no one had noticed them, and they wanted with bated breath as the group of men met up with each other.

“Parked her in low orbit, sir.”

“Good, then let's get things going before anyone has the chance to notice. The damned Neo-Spartan bastards have been giving me trouble. I have had to change shuttle sites three times in the past month. I have a feeling those assholes have spies with the Athenians, though I can’t prove anything.”

“There are no spies, that’s not how the spartans work.” One of the Athenians piped in.

The man turned to look at the speaker, “Then your men are just Fucking incompetent because how else do the spartans seem to know where we are at every turn.” He kicked at the salt sending up a wave of white flecks into the air, “The Damned Spartan King and his and his stupid skirt-wearing, oily, dog shagging bastards showing up every damn time I try to do anything around here.”

The group stood around watching as their leader threw his little fit.

Behind the stones, the skit-wearing oily bastards grinned a little at each other. 

Adam bared his teeth.

He already didn’t like this guy, though the man didn’t exactly make it difficult to hate him.

“Whatever, just get them on the dam shuttle so they aren’t my problem anymore. All the wining and complaining and bitching. You were stupid enough to get caught now they can suffer the consequences.”

Adam had met psychopaths in the past, and even though the last one had totally tried to kill him, he was still pretty sure he liked that one better. This guy was much, much worse.

He talked too much.

And that was coming from Adam, the kind of talking too much.

His hand tightened around the shaft of his spear as he moved into position with the other spartans.

The kind nodded back towards the rest of the group, and then quietly engaged the shielding over the metal faces of their shiels. They had spears and the enemy had bullets, not that that would matter once they got within stabbing range, but until ten, it was a good idea to have some cover.

There was a soft shuffling from the other side of the valley, and a group of chained prisoners were walked out onto the salt. Most of them were alien, Tesraki, and Finnari, but a few of them were human. Adam’s stomach clenched as he noted that most of the human prisoners were wide eyed young women.

His teeth ground together in anger, and beside him he could feel the tensing of muscles from the other Spartans as they responded similarly.

James cracked his knuckles and Xanthia pulled her short sword.

That was an odd thing about her, she didn’t seem all that interested in the use of spears, but he HAD seen her use her two short swords before, and boy was it a sight.

These men were in for a wold of hurt.

Adam looked to James who nodded back at him.

This was clearly enough proof for them.

The Spartan’s shifted as one unit to the balls of their feet, pulling out their spears and adjusting their shields on their left arms.

Adam scooted up next to James on his left, and Ramirez covered Adam’s left in return. 

Their shields hummed  softly with the faint blue pusing of the shields.

James raised his spear, and the men waited on bated breath as the prisoners were brought out further onto the salt. The men with guns were turned away, their focus pulled to the chained prisoners who whimpered pitifully as they were dragged over the salt.

James thrust his spear into the air.

The men did not let out a war cry like they had practiced on so many occasions before, but they went running as silently as possible at full tilt across the salt, keeping in tight formation with each other as they did.

The prisoners noticed them first, and then the gunman allerted to their rapid approach by the clattering of shields and spears. They turned with shocked expressions on their faces just in time to be bowled to the ground by a wave of bodies and metal.

Adam rammed into one of the gunmen hearing the subsonic crack of the rifle as a bullet tore into the salt near his feet. He slammed the man to the ground with his shield. And then raise it just in time to deflect another bullet. Before he could take care of the next man, Xanthia was already there. The cything of her sword caught the man in the wrist completely severing his hand, then she kicked him hard in the chest causing him to fly back over the stone. Blood pooled in crimson puddles against the white salt as the group of Spartans hurried to surround the cowering prisoners.

Adam put his back to them and crouched low behind his shield spear at the ready.

He looked around in the confusion, and saw the slimy little rat running the operation as he clawed his way up the nearest incline and away from the fighting.

He bared his teeth in anger, before turning to shout to someone to take care of him, but it was just at that moment that a horn blast somewhere in the distance.

The group of them turned to look…. As a wave of Athenian soldiers came roaring over the hill.

***

“SHIELDS!” He heard James shout, and crouched down, interlocking the large round shield with the men on his left and right. Behind him, Ramirez was suddenly at his shoulder spear at the ready. Another man behind him locked a shield in palace over Adam’s.

At their backs, the mall group of prisoners cowered together in fear as they were surrounded by the spartan shield wall.

“BRACE1” James shouted, and Adam dug his sandals into the dirt.

The first wave of Athenian soldiers crashed against them, and the shield wall racked back absorbing the impact.

“PUSH!” Came the shout and with a heave of his legs and his back Adam slammed the shield forward pushing the Athenian soldiers back a good two feet, a few of them stumbled to the ground. He opened the shield just enough for Ramirez to lunge forward, stabbing outward at the first line of Athenian soldiers catching one in the stomach before pulling back behind the shield wall.

They turtles up again as the Athenians slammed against them one more time, and again they held, Throwing  them back with a powerful push which sent them sprawling to the ground.

The Athenian line broke.

WIth screams and cries of fear the scattered as the Spartans broke from their shield wall and charged into the frey.

Adam and Ramirez roared out together.

Adam clobbered one of the Athenians with his shield knocking him to the ground for Ramirez to finish off. He thrust his spear forward and waist height, impaling one man straight through the stomach and out his back. The Athenian looked almost surprised as he was thrown to the ground, a hole torn straight through him.

Adam had no time to think about what he had just done, as he stepped over the man’s body to meet another.

This time his spear caught the man in the throat. He knocked the body to the side, and use the reverse end of his spear to turn and take a man who had been sneaking up behind Ramirez.

Blood painted the white ground red as the short pitched battle came to a head.

James and Xanthia fell into step beside Ramirez and Adam and together they washed through the battlefield like a tidal wave of destruction. Adam caught one man’s swords on the haft of his spear, and james darted in, taking the man between the ribs with the point of his own weapon. Behind them Xanthai and Ramirez held their backs, chasing the enemy away from the cowering prisoners.

Adam took a cut high on his cheek feeling warm blood run in slow trickles down his face to drizzle onto his collarbone.

The shield protected his unarmed torso as he roared into another line of men batting them back.

After all the raining he had done with the spartans, these men were barely worth a match, especially since he had trained in the spear against creatures with four arms instead of two.

An athenian charged at him, and he ducked low, catching them in the upper legs and waist with his shield before heaving with his legs and back, sending them up and over his head with a wail and straight into Ramirez’s spear.

He was surrounded by at least three men in the second moment.

One was blocked with his shield, one with his spear, and he kicked the other directly in the chest sanding him spinning backward and away.

He plowed painfully into the ground.

Adam ducked to the side as the man’s sword cut past his arm, cutting his friend in the thigh. He let the spear drop through his hands, caught it near the end and drew the spike right into the man’s face.

There was a brutal crack but he didn’t stop to look as he spun, pulled back his spear, catching it on the balance point in the middle and threw it with unerring accuracy into the chest of the second man no ten feet away.

He fell to the ground sputtering as Adam ran forward and tore the spear from his chest.

He spun, but there was no one there to fight.

Lowering his spear, he stopped to look around at the carnage and blood that drenched the ground.

The Spartans were finishing off the Athenians who had attacked them and Adam lifted his head to find Xanthia dragging the rat from back down the hill. He had a horrible gash across his face, and was bleeding profusely down his front. Adam tried not to look at the bodies that littered the ground below his feet and hurried to join James ashe marched forward, 

Xanthia threw the man to the ground, and Adam and James both stepped over the body as he lay in the dirt.

“Been a hot minute since I last saw you.” James said casually as he bent don to look the rat in the eye.

The man snarled at him.

James shook his head, and then pointed at Adam, “Do you know this man?”

He turned his head to look up at Adam. At first there was no recognition, and then his eyes widened in shock and horror.

“Exactly, now the GA knows about your little group, and sanctioned what we have done here today. You have taken slaves which is the highest offence of the GA. You attacked A GA officer, and I would continue adding to the list, but we might be here all day.”

The man just stared at him with his cold dark eyes.

James leaned a little closer spear in one hand.

A cry of pain broke through their little conversation, and they all turned to look in that direction unconsciously.

Adam gave the credit to his mechanical eye for catching the movement.

The rat had taken the opportunity and launched forward drawing a small blade from his belt, aimed straight at James’s throat. Adam, reacting as fast as he could dove forward, shoving James out of the way.

He staggered and hit the ground. The little blade missed its mark but impeded itself high in Adam’s shoulder.

His adrenaline was pumping so hard that he barely even noticed as he turned and slugged the rat in the face. He hit the ground, eyes rolled back in his head. Xanthia reacted only a moment after him. Her swords to the man’s throat but he was already incapacitated.

James turned over into an upright sitting position, staring back at Adam with a look of surprise.

Adam glanced down at his shoulder, and here the small two inch knife was sticking.

It would have been devastating had the man had caught James in the throat, but as it was Adam would probably only need a few stitches.

Xanthia kicked the man in the ribs, and he grunted in pain.

James slowly stood, “You saved my life.”

Adam shrugged, “You would have done the same.” he rested his spear over his shoulder, “Either way, I will want to make a call to the GA and let them know what happened. This is a bit more serious than I had expected.’

James nodded in agreement.

***

Adam and Ramirez stood at the edge of the dock watching as the boat slowly drifted into position.

A group of Spartans stood around them.

Ramirez was off saying goodby to his “friend” and Adam was standing with Xanthia and James.

“It was a pleasure to fight with you, Admiral. It’s a real pity that we can’t keep you and your Marine longer.”

He nodded in agreement, “I wish we could stay as well.” He clasped the other man’s hand, “Keep in touch, it would be a pleasure to fight with you again, plus, I have a couple of aliens I think you would like to meet.”

James smiled, “Any alien that trained you how to fight like that would be welcome.”

He paused and then, Dropped the shield from his arm.

He held his spear and shield out to Adam, “Here, take these.”

Adam looked at him in surprise, at the well worn haft of the spear, and the dented golden metal of the shield, “I, but your weapons…”

“I can fight with any spear and shield, but you saved my life. Maybe one day, these will save yours and we can call each other even.” 

The boat docked.

Ramirez walked over to stand with Adam and together the two of them stepped onto the deck.

Behind them the spartans raised their weapons punching them into the air three times with matching shouts as the King of Sparta saluted them.

Ramirez and Adam saluted back as the rowers began to pull the boat away from the dock.

He was going to miss those men and women.

But now he had to leave, with the knowledge that the anti-alliance was out there.

Hopefully at least, there would be men like the Neo-spartans and their king to keep men like that at bay.

[jrueships]

I’m aware that this was not the point of the kawhi and pg retiring together post but pg calling kawhi honey!!!!! Omg!!! I’m in love with nicknames so this was so cute 😭. And Luka having them for Dennis in the redacted post !! CUTE “honey” 🥲 “kitten” 😳 “SWEETHEART”!!!! Ahsjsksj- *explodes* anyway do any of your other ships have nicknames for each other 🤔

GOOOOD bruh this is SUCH a good ask literally like. im SO sorry it took me so long to finally answer it but I've been looking at this and trying to figure out how to do it justice FOREEEVER it was just That good 2 me. IM SO GLAD U THOUGHT THAT WAS CUTE!!! I LOVE ships where the couples give each other nicknames I DUNNO they hit DIFFERENT!! The way yall be reading my tags 😭 !! IS NICE 🤩🤩‼‼ BUT YEA!!!! LETS GET RIGHT 2 IT!!!

Marcus Smart+Giannis: OKAY so I think that they BOTH kinda like??? Secretly Pride themselves on being GREAT at nicknames lol. Giannis's "khash money and big money" (Khris STILL calls jrue big money its so funny. The bucks love giannis so much and honestly?? Who doesnt??? ((Harden))) I think giannis uses nicknames more tho?? Because marcus wants to be cool and not look so sappy for giannis but sometimes it slips 🥰 ANYWAYS THOOO i think giannis calls marcus like "SMARTIES!!!!" or "MY SWEET!!!" or something endearing old grandparents call each other And like. They run to each other and giannis sweeps him up in his long arms and they spin around laughing all cheesy like that!!! Or sometimes giannis will call him, the very loving, "mahkus shart" or "fart" and then try excusing it on having a relapse on the English language even tho they both know Damn well he's just being a little shit. But when giannis and Markus are cuddling in bed together during the sleepy hours of trying to drift into dreamland, giannis probably calls marcus like.. "stars", or somethin. Kisses his freckles and his acne scars. Marcus probably calls Giannis "gianny!!" On the downlow or "hey, deer" or "beanpole" LMAO. Sometimes "prancer" or "big man" But for the public he does his 'GRANT.' tone but with "GIANNIS." instead to get his attention

Trae + John collins: I think they stick to their usual stupid nicknames like. Trae is IceTrae and john is The Baptist. Trae probably makes jokes about wanting John to wash his feet when they're high together. Trae calls John his "girlfriend" his "wifey" his "bae" you know whatever typical fuckboys use to make their tiktok gfs feel special! John is probably like "dude, im a guy." but can't help but feel his heart beating at the nicknames anyways because he is WEEK and STOOPID!!!! BUT OF COURSE they use the typical bros and dudes and mans!! John probably has to call trae "big man" or "chief" LMFAO. Trae literally does Not have this kinda energy but despite that... he probably really Really wants to be called d*ddy IM SORRY IM JUST TELLIN THE FACTS OKAY. ANYWAYS

Draymond+Swaggy P: swaggy p will sometimes not acknowledge dray if he does not call him swaggy p*nis at least Once a month. Nick could be hanging off a cliff on the verge of falling and Draymond would extend his hand out saying "NICK!! GRAB MY HAND!!!" And nick would just cross his arms and be like "refer to me with my Full Name, Draymond." and then plummet to the void. Draymond does Not call swaggy p swaggy p*nis tho, and will be actually really glad that he gets a moment of silence from Nick's deranged fuckboyness. Nick never wins the silent games with dray. He probably ends up trying to tug on his hoodie or vandalize dray's things to try and get his attention again. ANYWAYS nick tries to get away with calling dray anything really cheesy that he THINKS is hot. Like "hello my gorgeous hobgoblin" or "hey butterfly bae 🥰🥰" and dray tells him to shut up but he secretly enjoys them LMAO. Dray probably just calls nick "swaggy" or "nick". Bitch in the bedroomlolANYWAYS

Pat bev+Lou will: yes, I snuck them in here SHUDDUP my game MY rules!!! I think pat would be like... committing a crime .. kicking a fire hydrant and turning over cars or whatever, but then he'll hear lou call him "Patti !" and he'll suddenly stop and snuggle into his lap or somethin LMAO. Idk... I love.. the grandpas 🥰🥰 crazy man who has soft spot for destruction, crime, and lou will

Jeff teague+LeBron: LISTENLISTENLUS- OKAY. LISTEN. I love their relationship in like a FUNNY sense like.... bron really sweeped teague SO many times it's FUNNY. I like to think about them as the like... D-classed villain, who can only rob small children, declaring the strongest hero Ever as his arch nemesis... and the superhero not seeing them as a threat at ALL. LIKE WHEN TEAGUE SHOVED BRON ONCE and bron just got back up without a care LMAO. I think Teague stays up all night dreaming about one day finally like BEATING beating LeBron.. and when they meet on court he's like "your castle will be MINE as will be your CROWN and your CAVS, 'kiNg bRoN' " and LeBron just laughs, pats him on the back, and says, "okay Jeff lol" and then blows his team out by 50 points . AnNYWAYS yea i think teague comes up with a Lot of not pg13 nicknames for bron and bron just calls him Jeff

Robin +Kris Dunn: kris probably calls Robin "old man" and "twiggy" and "birdnest brain" and a thousand other teasing words, and he smirks up at him expecting a reaction, but Robin just laughs and calls him "peanut" and kris goes home and claws off the wallpaper to his bathroom walls

Myles+ Victor oladipo: myles is a nerd so he loves when vic calls him "myles Morales" because IT'S CLEVER. and hes a geek. Victor gets called Viccy or just Oladipo ! Sometimes thingamajig !!!

Keldon+Anthony Edwards: I JUST THINK THEIR PERSONALITIES WOULD BE GOOD TOGETJER anyways I think keldon would call him "eddy!!!" While Ant prefers to call keldon like "my shawty boo Thang 🥰🥰" LMAO

Russ and kd are the classic "only call each other by the last names until something serious comes up". like maybe they pass each other in the hall. Russ with his classic head down and beady eyes to the floor stance. They don't look at each other as they exchange a cold "Westbrook." "DURANT . " but then when conversations get heated or they start talking things over... Durant finally calls Russell "Russ.." and westbrook calls him "kd." Again .....

Fultz/Fox: they go by fultz and fox!!! Sometimes "Feds" and "Fox"!! I think because Fox is a weeb he calls Markelle the "vegeta" to his goku. The sasuke to his naruto etcetc!! While fultz smiles and thinks about gay astrology/ poetic analogies like " de'aaron.. the sun to my moon. The flame to my hearth. The key to my heart". and feigns petting Fox's past goku hair LMAO

demar/kyle: deebo calls Kyle Fat Ass. it's very romantic

[nyaferpit0u]

haven’t scribbled these gays inna while,,

[merci-bitch]

The Shiny Disappearing Blood.

Rose The Hat x Fem!Reader

Genre: drama/angst

Words: almost 4k

Warning(s): angst, drama, fluff, swearing, blood

A/N: I wanna thank @kileyrose-2003 for helping me with this so much. It’s shorter then I thought it would be but I’m proud of it! I wanna thank @kileyrose-2003 & @shart-xing for being my good friends and for helping me through everything I’m going through lately. I owe you both so much. I couldn’t thank you enough.

Thank you all for being patient with me and for wishing me ‘ger well soon’. It really warms my heart. I love you all very much.

The feeling of a sharp sting and then something, forcing its way into the back of my neck was the last thing I thought about before everything went cold, and even more dark then it was before. I felt my whole body going limp and weaker as time grew. I guess it was from whatever that was pushed into the back of my neck. Despite this, my eyes falling shut I could still hear and some what feel. I felt someone turn me over, lifting me up into their arms. It seemed all to familiar. I felt my body bounce with each step this person took and soon how the wind filled my hair and a bunch of shivers were sent throughout my body, but I couldn’t move. I felt as if my whole body was starting to cramp, how everything went stiff and I couldn’t do anything about it. 

Soon enough I felt my body being lowered into something, or rather on to something. The trunk of a car. Sometimes the back of a car would have a rather large space like Crow Daddy’s. But not this one. It was small and low. I felt myself panic, I couldn’t handle small spaces. This wasn’t really something I was fond of. If this was some sort of prank Barry or Doug was pulling on me, I swear to god that I would kill them with my bare hands. If Rose hadn’t gotten there before me. A bunch of things were starting to flow in my thoughts. My anxiety level raising by every minute that went by. I kept telling myself that it had to be Barry. It had to be! But the feeling of being in his arms were far too familiar. And the smell, the smell of alcohol. 

***

“Danny! This isn’t fun anymore! You said you’d stop!”

 I said as I threw my hands in the air. Seeing as Danny walked towards the door, with my valet in hand. For as long as I’d know Dan Torrance, he had, had a alcohol problem. Taking it after his father as he said. As much as I tried to help him stop drinking or doing drugs of any kind it didn’t work. I had told him so many times how he wasn’t his father. How he wasn’t Jack Torrance. That he was the man I loved and who I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. How I wouldn’t mind spending all of my money, just for him to get help. Sure it worked for a week or so but then he was back to his ‘usual’ self again. It scared me to be honest. I wasn’t scared that he would hit me because it didn’t matter how drunk he was, Danny would never hit me; rather said a woman. It was more his words. I always tried to hide how I was feeling from him. Sure, I loved him but they always say that a drunk mouth is one’s sober thoughts. Every time I would think about it, what he’d say I would always end up crying. Holding myself close, scared of anyone’s touch. 

Danny was special. Not just any normal special person but he shined. So did I, but not as strong as he did. I always wanted Danny to teach me, how to control one’s shine but he never did. He said that it wasn’t because he didn’t want to but because of the people who ate other people’s shine. I never understood when he said that. People who wanted to eat our shine? People like that didn’t exist, did they? I had never seen them, or even heard of them. So why should people like that exist? 

“What I do is none of your business Y/N.” How dare he? “It is Danny! I’m your girlfriend and that’s my money your using to get yourself drunk!” I could see how Danny’s temper was boiling. “I’m trying to help you! I’ve stayed for years for you! Because I love you Dan! I sacrificed everything I had and have because I love you!” All of a sudden Dan started walking towards, backing me up against the nearest wall and his hand wrapped itself around my throat, squeezing lightly. I was in complete shock. Danny has never laid a hand on me, unless I wanted it of course. His grip around my throat grew stronger and less air was transferred to my lungs. Panic started to raise in my eyes. Less air was transported to my body and I felt my vision turning dark. 

“D-Danny, I-I can’t breathe” 

He’s grip around my throat loosened. I felt my knees buck and how my legs lost their strength. As I fell to the ground, gripping and scratching my throat for the new air filling my lungs, Danny slowly backed away and soon enough he was out the door.

It couldn’t be true, tell me it was all a lie. That I had been lied to. What the hell did I do? You’ve never been the type to do this. Maybe you would take this back, saying you were trying to make me laugh. We didn’t have to change today, but maybe you didn’t mean it when you said ‘I love you’. I love you, but now I don’t want to. 

I was up all night, two pairs of red, puffy eyes. I wish I knew how to fly, how to fly away from here. To a place where I wasn’t in love with the wrong kind. Where I learned how to put my trust in the right people. Maybe I just try and tell myself a good lie. I didn’t mean to make you mad, or cry Dan. I’ve noticed your smile lately. It wasn’t the same as the days we were living like it was the last day on earth. It didn’t ‘shine’ as it did once before. I love you, and I don’t want to. The fact that the smile you gave me even if you felt like dying was still real. But it feels as if we’ve fallen apart as it gets dark. As if we show a fake side of us to others but when we’re alone, there’s wasn’t anything there anymore. As if our whole lives had been one big lie to society. As if we’ve never existed at all. As if we hadn’t been that couple. The couple who loved each other. Who believed in each other, not matter what was going on. The couple who had each other’s backs. They always say, you shouldn’t take everything in life for granted and expect to have everything delivered to your door. I guess I thought that way. 

I felt my own tears fall down my cheeks. Not noticing anything around me. My body slowly lowered itself down onto the floor. My tears blocking my vision. My vision of seeing every little thing inside his home. Our home. A home I had grown used to for the past 3 years. Despite the mentally abuse, it was the best home I’d ever had. It’s addictive the minute you let yourself think. The things I’d say just might actually matter to someone. Cause all of this time I had been keeping my mind on the running way. For the first time, I think I’d consider to stay again. 

Because you matter to me, you matter to me Dan. I promise you. 

***

After some time of driving the car stopped. I hadn’t really gained any consciousness. My body was still weak, but to be honest I couldn’t really care. I know it seemed harsh to say and it hurt as I said it. Dying was the last thing I would like to do. After everything I’ve been through, you would think that dying was the only thing on my mind. It wasn’t, or at least I tried. I wasn’t as strong as I wished I was. All the thoughts about how a woman was supposed to look like or act like, I wasn’t anything like that. 

From an early age I had never been a fond of myself. Never liked the way I talked, the way I walked or the way that I looked like. I would always get jealous of other girls. The girls with the perfect hair, the perfect laugh, voice, body everything! I was hard on myself, forcing myself to someone I wasn’t. I was missing out who I really was. I had all these feelings mixed up inside my head. Refusing to believe that I was good enough as I was. Refusing to believe that people loved me for who I was. Refusing to believe I could be someone if I was myself. I was good, but I lied. Lied about how I was feeling, lying about my smile and thoughts. I was broken, but I didn’t ask for help. Because I didn’t know how. I didn’t know how to ask or even take the help people would give me. I tried so hard to change myself so everyone would love me. But there was always whispers, always people who would point and comment on everything. I was never good enough. No one really is. I learned that I wasn’t the attention sweet center. That no matter how much I tried, there would always be someone who would whisper and point. There was always someone who would comment. There was always someone who wasn’t born to love you, but to hate you. 

No matter how much we try, we can never be the best. Even if someone says you’re the best, you’re not. We are all good at something, but not everything. There’s always something that we know how to do and feel secure about but there’s also something that we don’t know how to do. Something we aren’t good at. Just like we all have bad days. We all have days were everything is just pure shit and how we don’t feel as if we’re going to make it till the next day. We all have days like that, no matter what people tell you. Maybe they just don’t wanna say it because of how ashamed they are of themselves. Something you never should have to be. 

Over the years I learned how to grow fond of myself. How I learned to realize that not everyone was born to love you, how not everyone will like you. Doesn’t matter how much you change yourself for others. There will always be that little devil on your left shoulder, whispering a bunch of things to you. We can’t get rip of that, but we can learn to ignore it. Learn how to think out of it. Our head is like a ballon. The more air you breathe in, the less space there is. If you don’t let out any of that air, eventually it will explode. Our head will explode because there simply isn’t enough space to keep everything in to ourselves. We all get hurt, but we learn how to toughen up when we’re bruised. And if I’m honest, for all I’ve been through; I would give everything just to go back and rewrite an ending or two. Or just to tell myself that everything will be alright. How we just have to fight for it. How we have to work for the life we want, how to ignore that little devil on your shoulder. 

I felt my body being lifted once again. I was getting more aware of what was happening but I wasn’t moving. If there’s was one thing Rose taught me it was this. 

“If anyone decides to take you away from me, which I highly doubt but if they do. Play along. Don’t fight until you get to the right moment. Otherwise it could cost your pretty life, my dear”

Her voice echoed inside my head. I was scared. I missed her and the others. I had realized as the time grew that it wasn’t Barry who was playing a prank on me. I wanted to reach our to Rose, tell her to come and get me, to save me. But I couldn’t. My head fell against the person carrying me ’s chest. Their grip around me tightened, as if they were scared I would fall front their arms. The kind of grip you have around your lover, or at least the person you care for. Memories started flowing in, like the first time I meet Rose. My superhero. Sounds cheesy right? Rose always said that I had a dry sense of humor. I always faked being offended. 

My first time meeting Rose was odd. It wasn’t a normal meeting. I woke up alone and there she was. Sitting in the corner, watching me sleep. 

***

I woke up after crying myself to sleep, hoping to find Danny next to me. I was wrong once again. He wasn’t there. I couldn’t take this anymore. I had done so much for him! And this is how he repays me? I reached out for his pillow and pulled it close, letting out a sob as I smelled his sense. Hoping he would come in the door, saying he was sorry. Pull me in his arms and just hold me, tell me he loved me. 

“I’m sorry sweetie, but it’s not gonna happen” 

I felt my eyes go wide. I turned my sight to the woman sitting in the chair in the corner next to the window which was apparently open. “You deserve so much Y/N, I can give you so much more then Danny boy here.” I couldn’t speak. Who was she and how the hell did she know my name? How did she get in? Oh right, the window. 

“I can show you the world Y/N. Give you love and care. Let alone give you a family who loves you. You don’t deserve to be treated like the way he treats you. You’re my fallen angel, my sweet thing” 

Her fallen angel? Is she calling me her devil or what the hell. And she’s quoting Aladdin as well? Where’s the flying carpet then?  

“I-I don’t know who you are. I don’t know why you’re here or how you even got in I-“ 

“You might not know who I am, but I know who you are. I know you’ve been suffering. I’ve seen it for weeks. The way he speaks to you, the way he choked you”

My eyes went wide and my hands automatically went to my throat were there was bruises left from his hands. H-how did she know. No one knew. 

“Yes, it’s quite the nasty bruise you’ve got there, isn’t it sweetie?” 

“What do you want”

“You”

I couldn’t help but let out a snort. I wasn’t just someone who would leave with some stranger just because they thought I was their ‘fallen angel’. I barely knew the woman! She was weird looking. Wearing what looked like a magicians hat. She didn’t look magical. Her eyes however, spoke their own story. I refused to look her in the eye. Scared she could read my thoughts. 

(I can sweet thing.)

I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand up. Danny had said that there weren’t many people like us. He had just talked about the people who ‘eat’ our shine. I was caught off guard as the woman in the corner let out a laugh. She got up from sitting and damn, she was taller then I thought. Definitely taller them myself. Why do everyone have to be taller then I? “Because you’re cute as a shorty” The woman said as she sat down next to me in the bed. I pulled my knees up to my chest and wrapped my arms around my legs. Leaning my chin on my knees as I watched her movements. She moved closer to me and leant close to me. Giving me a small smile. As my mother would have said, a cute smile. I didn’t move away from her. Normally I would, anyone who touched was shrugged off. But she wasn’t. There was something about her that I just couldn’t figure out. 

“I’m Rose or as my very best friends call me, Rose The Hat” 

Rose. Like the flower. She nodded her head as she slowly took ahold of my hand, squeezing it lightly. I was shocked at the warmth it gave. I quickly reached out for her other hand and pulled it to me. She let out a quick chuckle. “What, your warm” Rose pulled me into her arms and left a kiss on my forehead. Wrapping her arms around me. I couldn’t help but relax. She was so warm! I had been freezing for hours. Even when Dan was here, he didn’t give the warmth you would like. She smelled like a mixture of smoke and roses. I couldn’t help but feel safe in her arms. The feeling of being loved and the thought of finally having a family was all I ever wanted. I slowly wrapped my arms around her neck, after crawling into her lap. Her arms wrapped safely around my waist, holding me close to her chest. 

“C-can you keep me safe?”

She looked into my eyes before giving me a reassuring smile. 

“Always my sweet. Always”

***

They stopped walking and I felt my body being lowered onto the cold and wet ground. I was now fully aware of what was happening. I heard voices, not inside my head but outside. 

“What are we gonna do with her Dan? Don’t you think the others would have found by now that she’s missing?” 

“I don’t know Billy. I just can’t bare to let her be there, with them - with her!” 

I knew that voice better then anything. Danny. The other one I didn’t recognize. It was now or never. I got up and pushed Danny to the ground and ran. I didn’t know where I was but I couldn’t care. I heard a gun go off and soon the feeling of everything stopping for a moment. I felt a sharp pain in my lower stomach. I looked down and saw how blood was burning out of me. I fell to the ground and fell face first into the wet and dirty leafs. 

That’s when I heard it. A scream inside my head. It wasn’t just any scream, it was hers. Rose’s scream. I saw it before me. How she was sitting quietly with the others around the fire. Then all of a sudden her face turned pale and tears formed her eyes. Yelling at at Crow to go check on me. He did but I wasn’t there. That’d when she fell to the ground, letting out a painful scream. Grabbing the ground, burring her face in the ground as she let out various of sobs. 

I felt my body being turn over and there he was. Danny Torrance. He had a knife in hand. Pointing it at me while looking down at me with tears in his eyes. 

“I-I have to do this Y/N. I can’t let you be one of them” 

I couldn’t form words, I couldn’t even scream when he started stabbing the knife into my shoulders, stomach, everywhere. The only thing I heard was his sobs and Rose’s screams of terror. 

After some time I felt my body being rolled and pushed of a hill, landing near by a lake. Faced down with my head and how the blood was pouring out of me with force. As much as I tried to reach to Danny or Rose, I couldn’t do it. I was too weak. I felt my whole body starting to shut down and grown cold as time went by. I was crying silent tears. I didn’t want to die, I had finally got a family who loved me, I wasn’t ready to leave. I didn’t want to leave. Soon enough I felt a hand pet my hair. I was took weak to move but I recognized the sent. Rose. I couldn’t form any words by speaking. I was trembling and crying too much. 

(R-Rose, I-I don’t w-want to die)

(It’s alright sweetie. We are on our way)

(I-I can’t. I feel t-tired Rose)

(Keep your eyes open for me Y/N. You have to do that)

(I-I can’t much l-longer)

(Sweetheart, please. For me?)

The last thing I heard was another terrifying scream from Rose. How her hands pulled me close, rocking my dead body back and forth. I wished I could have stayed with her. My own superhero. 

[captainkurosolaire]

I'm sure you'll figure out who this is right off the bat, dear Captain, but you will always hold a special place in my heart as I am sure I hold in yours. I always wished good things for you even if our paths seemed to cross at the worst of times. The one who knew my true name, the one who saw me at my worst, a traitor for a breath but for the safety of those I loved. You are an unforgettable man, Kuro Solaire.

“Aye.” He sounded agreeably on the known, his deft hands would unsubtly hijack a fellow’s drink who was absent while in the Quicksands while answering aloud. “Make no doubt about it! You’re still n’ my thoughts, It doesn’t matter ye went traitor for a speck. I’ve been crossed much worse, believe me... I’ve lost crew to my closest mates and failed them, and failed again, and failed myself, and failed more than I’ve won! That’s what it seems -- unless if I’m factoring people like ye who impacted me. -- Ye never lost a sense of heart. Gut-decisions should b’ respected especially for wishing to preserve what’s deemed loved and coveted. Trunk, that shart! The only reason I claim to be unforgettable is cause I’ve got people like ye, and those who chose to hate me or raise me, that’s what fuels me. It’s why I linger and loom over chain diversity. I wish fer nothing but th’ summit of glory to leave you highly fortunate. A typical set of eyes would look around and they’d see dull and boring landscape undesirably traveled, high and low, they can’t be pleased. They’re not looking at th’ philosophy that treasures are walking souls met in a journey, that’s what grants otherworldly, unfabricated, fantastical experiences, that’s what offers opportunities, that leads to true wealth. The blues, the seas! They’re vast and open, possibility strikes from any corner, that’s why I am, who I choose to be. I eat dreams! My reality is to be claimed. We’ll cross again, one day. When we’re in favor, we’ve found ourselves, found what our final selves are supposed to be and I will still, unquestionably admire you the same way, endless and boundless.” ( ♥ )

[unsoundedcomic]

Is there any chance we'll get to hear the other castes' songs about why their girls (or boys) are the best?

Nah, no one likes a rerun. Here was the first song I wrote though.

On the road to Durlyne there is a chapWith lasses all in a rowHe'll stop you short for a smoke and a chatAnd sell you a go from his tableau.

"Mayhaps a Plat could be your dish,With her snowy locks and pearly smile,She'll meekly grant your every wish,And if she offends, just wait a while.A Silver lass won't lose the twinklethat winks at you in her sky-wild eyes.No, she won't remain long enough to wrinkleBut then you'll be starching your own neckties.

Please don't shun these Bronze dung-brown,Ashamed, they'll endeavour longest.They won't complain, won't shriek nor frown,Though beware their smell's the strongest.

No? Look at this Jet! Fair cheek, pale lips,She'll talk 'til they've both gone blue.She's three dozen times seen the moon eclipse,And knows everything wrong with you.

No good? Then behold my Copper Queen!A goddess bathed in blood.She's old as a man's reasons to sin,And mad as a springtime stud.

Ah, me wares don't please- your taste's too fine!I've a special lass for thee.This pissmop wench may lose her shine,But you can't question her humanity."

I decided I wanted to focus less on the castes though, since they’re still a nebulous concept, and more on the Shartes and Crescians, whom we have personal experience with in the story. I think it was the right call!

[libidomechanica]

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