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trancylovecraft · 2 months
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Ok. But Kokushibo if s/o hugged or kissed him for the first time? Can be yandere or not. I don't mind.
(KNY) YANDERE! KOKUSHIBO x READER: Sandalwood (DRABBLE)
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BARISTA'S NOTE: i love this man and his stupid six eyes and his stupid sword that could kill me and his long ahh hair and his- FANDOM: Demon Slayer
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How long had it been?
[F/N]'s head lay against the admittedly comfortable pillow, The long dejected solace being finally let in, Nuzzling the cold of her cheek further into it. How long had it been since he had taken her hostage?
Days? Weeks? Months? Years? [F/N] didn't know how long it had been since she had been siphoned under the moons eye, Taken away in the cover of night and dragged into her own personal hell and called the unwilling wife of a monstrous man?
Now she stared at him blankly from across their shared bedroom, Him, The six-eyed beast that was fixing up his kimono and settling the wisps of ebony black hair in a much more pleasing way.
[F/N] recalled him saying something about a meeting of sorts, Where or why was unknown to her and she didn't dare ask. She only stared at him from behind, Looking at all the curves and the creases she had grown unfortunately accustomed to.
[F/N] remembered how horrid it was for her at first, Dragged away with his reptilian claws trying to grasp at whatever he could of her. His entrapping, Twisted and vile mockeries of affection he tried to show to his newfound 'wife'
The way his body forced itself to entwine with hers, His hands caging her waist. It had never went that far, But it had gone just far enough to satiate the beast. The man who she so desperately hated with every inch of her being.
But even so.. She yearned for him.
Actually.. Not him exactly, No, But what he could provide. She had been so isolated for so long, Siphoned just long enough to desire for that human touch. So much so that it didn't have to be human anymore, Monstrous, But all the more comforting.
[F/N] hated herself for it, How could she, The once respectable daughter of a wealthy clan sink so low to crave a demons love? Kokushibo, The demonic samurai of the night. Her "Husband".
She had tried so long to keep herself away, To keep some part of her dignity yet..
Hands snaked around his waist. Kokushibo's shoulders instantly raised as if to lunge for the hilt of his sword, Not even lowering once his mechanical head tilted to the side, Burning golden eyes staring down at his wife starting to hug him.
"..What.. What are you doing?"
His voice was demanding and gravelly, Coming deep from within his throat. [F/N]'s arms only coiled around him tighter, Despite everything telling her no, She had found comfort in the reverberation of his song.
She pressed her face into the dip of his back, Hips pressing into his just a little lower. [F/N] took in the scent of sandalwood drifting amongst the fibres of his kimono, Shutting her eyes just to emphasise that more.
"I.. I wanted to say my farewells to my Husband before he left for his meeting, I'm sorry.." She whispered into his back, Head pressing against him like the pillow she rested on. Even though she had apologised, She didn't relent her grip.
Though his shoulders depressed, Golden hues of his eyes staring back at her, Almost widening. [F/N] didn't dare to look back at him, What punishment or retribution could come from this..
But she felt the cold palms of the demon lay upon the ones situated around his waist, [F/N] opened her eyes. She was almost terrified once they gripped hers, Pried them from his waist before swiftly turning around on his heels.
[F/N]'s eyes widened, Stepping back. She was stupid-! She shouldn't of tried touching him- Is he going to hurt her?! Lock her in the closet again or would he finally bite the bullet and slice her ne-
The cold press of his lips touched the surface of her forehead.
[F/N]'s eyes widened as she finally realised the cold hand cupping her cheek, Rough yet loving. Tough palms yet they caressed her so gently as the coarse surface of his lips remained firm on her forehead.
She should of hated this, She should've detested it-!
"..Once I have returned from my meeting, I expect you to be ready with dinner.. Afterwards, Make sure to clean up.. Be prepared.." He breathed, Husky and demanding as he finally pulled away from her.
And as soon as his lips had met her forehead, He was gone. Disappearing into thin air, Assumedly summoned to wherever he had business being. The scent of sandalwood still lingered in the air, Leaving [F/N] star-crossed and dazed.
But she loved it all the same..
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zapreportsblog · 7 months
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I'd love to see Carlisle mated to a patient he saved when she was just a child. Determined as she is she manages to track him down and has a picture of them when she was a child. Please and thank you!!
❝a blast from the past❞
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✭ pairing :Carlisle Cullen x reader
✭ fandom : twilight
✭ summary : (y/n) has been treated by Carlisle as a child and all these years later she still wanted to know who that man was, so like any other normal person she tracks him down with the help of the internet
✭ authors note : in my unpopular opinion I don’t really find this man all that attractive no more and I feel y’all hype him up for no reason :)
✭ twilight masterlist
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The soft hum of the hospital's fluorescent lights filled the sterile hallway as Dr. Carlisle Hale moved briskly between patient rooms. A respected physician in the quaint town of Thornwood, he was known not only for his exceptional medical skills but also for his quiet, enigmatic demeanor. People whispered that he was too good to be true, an ethereal being walking among mortals.
It was a particularly busy afternoon, and Carlisle was engrossed in studying a patient's chart when a knock on his office door interrupted his thoughts. He looked up to find the head nurse, Evelyn, standing there with a concerned expression.
"Dr. Hale, we have a new patient. She insists on seeing you. Her name is (Y/N)," Evelyn explained, her tone indicating that this patient was unlike any other they'd encountered.
"(Y/N)? I'm not familiar with that name," Carlisle replied, his brow furrowing. The name stirred no memories in him, and he prided himself on knowing every patient's history.
Evelyn handed him a folder containing the patient's information. As Carlisle read through the pages, his eyes widened in recognition. "(Y/N)… I can't believe it," he whispered to himself.
Flashbacks of a rainy night years ago flooded his mind. A car crash had left a young girl on the brink of death, her parents unable to survive the collision. Carlisle had been the doctor on call that night, and he had fought relentlessly to save the child's life. He could never forget the gratitude in her eyes as she regained consciousness.
With newfound determination, (Y/N) had tackled her recovery head-on, defying all odds. But as time passed, her memories of that night faded, leaving only fragments of a faceless savior.
Carlisle took a deep breath, still processing the fact that the very same patient he had saved was now standing at the threshold of his life once more.
"Send her in, Evelyn," he instructed, his voice betraying a mixture of emotions.
The door creaked open, revealing a grown woman with determination in her eyes. Her gaze met Carlisle's, and time seemed to stand still. Recognition sparked in her eyes, and a small gasp escaped her lips.
"Dr. Cullen ," she breathed, her voice barely audible.
"(Y/N)," Carlisle replied, his voice tinged with both surprise and joy. He rose from his seat and approached her, a mixture of feelings swirling within him.
Tears glistened in her eyes as she held out a photograph, worn at the edges from years of handling. Carlisle took the photo, his heart skipping a beat as he recognized the little girl he had saved all those years ago, her smile wide and innocent.
"I never forgot," (Y/N) whispered, her voice breaking. "You saved my life, and I've been searching for you ever since."
Carlisle's eyes met hers, a connection forming between them that transcended time. The unspoken bond they had forged on that fateful night had endured, and now destiny had brought them back together.
As the weight of their shared history settled upon them, Carlisle realized that his world was about to change in ways he couldn't imagine. The girl he had saved had grown into a woman of strength and determination, and their paths were destined to intertwine once more.
"(Y/N)," Carlisle repeated, his voice soft but filled with emotion. He gazed at the photograph, feeling the weight of the years that had passed since that rainy night.
Her eyes never left his face, searching for recognition and finding it in the depths of his gaze. "(Y/N)," he continued, his voice taking on a warm, nostalgic tone. "I remember you. You were so brave."
Tears welled in her eyes, and a relieved smile curved her lips. "I knew I had to find you, Dr. Cullen. I had to thank you properly."
He shook his head gently, a touch of humility in his eyes. "It was my duty, and I'm glad I could help."
As they stood there, a sense of connection formed between them that defied explanation. It was as if the threads of fate had woven their lives together, only to reunite them at this very moment.
"(Y/N)," he said her name once more, savoring the sound of it on his lips. "You've grown into a remarkable woman."
Her cheeks flushed with a mixture of gratitude and shyness. "It's thanks to you, Dr. Cullen. You gave me a chance at life."
Carlisle's heart swelled with a mixture of emotions as he looked at the woman before him. The photograph in his hand captured the essence of the girl he had saved, and now he was face to face with the embodiment of her strength and resilience.
"(Y/N)," he said softly, the weight of what he was about to say settling upon him. "There's something you should know. What happened that night… It was more than just chance. It was fate."
Her eyes widened with curiosity and a touch of uncertainty. "Fate? What do you mean?"
Carlisle hesitated, searching for the right words. "I… I'm not just a doctor. I'm different, (Y/N). I have abilities that go beyond what you might expect."
She regarded him with a mixture of surprise and intrigue. "Abilities? What kind of abilities?"
Taking a deep breath, Carlisle chose his words carefully. "I'm not like ordinary humans. I have gifts that allow me to do things that others can't. And that night, when I saved you, something extraordinary happened."
"(Y/N)" leaned in closer, captivated by his words. "What happened?"
"I… I don't fully understand it myself," Carlisle admitted. "But our connection, the bond that formed between us that night, it's not something that happens every day. It's a rare and profound occurrence."
Her eyes searched his, a mix of wonder and disbelief in her gaze. "Are you saying that we're connected in some special way?"
He nodded, his expression serious yet sincere. "Yes, (Y/N). I believe that our lives are intertwined by something greater than ourselves. And now that you're here, I can't ignore the significance of this moment."
A mixture of emotions played across her features—astonishment, curiosity, and a spark of something more. "(Y/N)" stepped closer, her hand reaching out to touch his arm. "Dr. Cullen, if there's more to our connection, then I want to understand it. I want to know the truth."
Carlisle's heart swelled with a mixture of admiration and tenderness. Here was the young girl he had saved, now a woman standing before him, ready to embrace the mysteries of their shared history.
"As we navigate this journey together, (Y/N)," he said gently, "I promise to reveal all that I can. But know that there's more to discover, more to our story than what meets the eye."
She nodded, determination in her eyes. "Then I'm ready to uncover the truth, Dr. Cullen."
And so, as the bonds of fate drew them closer, Carlisle and (Y/N) embarked on a journey that would unravel the mysteries of their connection, and lead them down a path neither could have foreseen.
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st1llwthyou · 3 months
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fandom ꕀ zb1
pairing ꕀ sung hanbin x afab!reader
applicable aus & genre ꕀ friends with benefits, smut
synopsis ꕀ drastic situations call for drastic measures — like babytrapping you, so you don’t leave him.
warnings & tags ꕀ language, toxic!hanbin, he’s possessive AND jealous, dom/sub dynamics, unprotected sex, rough sex, dirty talk, dumbification, dacryphilia, breeding kink, mentions of babytrapping, creampie — RATED E for explicit content.
word count ꕀ 703
notes ꕀ don’t read if it’s not your cup of tea :] see the warnings before proceeding. hello, btw~ it’s my first time around here 😳! enjoy ♡
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thinking about fwb!hanbin who’s gotten a bit obsessed with you. so much so that he wants to babytrap you into staying with him… 
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He actually doesn’t remember how you guys got into this whole “friends with benefits” thing. Maybe because why or how he got here didn’t really matter to him. On the other hand, Hanbin can vividly recall being the happiest bitch on the planet while fucking you for the first time. It’s etched into his memory – the way you cried because it felt too good, your sweet pussy squeezing his cock, milking him dry. 
And since then, Hanbin has found himself falling deeper and deeper into the rabbit hole of you. How the fuck could he not? When he’s seen you in the rawest, swollen lips crying about how big he is, glossy eyes looking at him like he’s your whole world. 
Maybe that’s why Hanbin saw red while you laughed and put your hand on Euijoo’s shoulder. He noticed the way your glinting eyes travelled across his friend’s figure. All that did was make his chest feel uncomfortably tight, sirens going off in his head. 
Mine, all mine. 
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Hanbin is in a frenzy, his hair sticking to his forehead, lips parted as he pounds into you. You’re babbling incoherent words, brain empty as he fucks you to oblivion. Your gummy walls are snug around his rock hard cock, pussy leaking copious amounts of your sweet juice. The wet sounds of your bodies meeting increase with each passing second. 
Oh, the way he loves to see you like this. 
“Tsk, can’t even utter a goddamn word properly. Am I fucking my baby dumb, hm?” His voice is gruff, lips quirking up in a satisfied smirk. “You know that I’m the only one who can do this to you, right? Fuck you so good with my cock that you forget how to talk?” 
The way you nod your head while making the cutest noises makes him feel delirious. Tears have wet your temples, lips wet with drool. Fuck, he could literally knock you up right now and you’d just lay there, overstimulated and unaware. 
The fleeting thought hits him like a ton of bricks. Hanbin can get you pregnant. Oh so conveniently, he’s doing you raw today because he was too impatient and forgot a condom. His cock twitches at the thought, his thrusts getting rougher. 
He looks at you with his newfound goal in mind, eyes falling upon your beautiful breasts that jiggle and bounce around with each movement of his hips. Hanbin leans down to catch your left nipple in his mouth, earning a whiny cry from you. Your tits would be full of milk for his baby, he thinks, feeling his lower stomach tighten. 
His gaze falls upon your belly bulge next, the outline of his cock pumping into you looking as pretty as ever. When you get all round with a baby inside your tummy, he won’t be able to see this anymore. Hanbin gently puts his left hand on your belly bulge, groaning curses as he feels the continuous movement of his cock inside you. 
“Look at your cute, little pussy greedily devouring my cock. I bet it’s so hungry, if I give it my cum, will it be satisfied?” His words make you clench, legs tightening around his waist. Hanbin swears that’s his last straw. “Fuck, you’d love that, huh?” 
He knows you’re probably not in your right mind — overstimulated and buzzing with pleasure, maybe thinking that he doesn’t mean it literally. 
Except that he does. If he puts a baby inside you, you’ll have to stay with him, right? 
He reaches for your swollen clit, eager to feel your walls clamping down onto him. You cry out his name, trembling as he rubs your sensitive bundle of nerves. Your over-sensitive body doesn’t take too long to convulse into waves of ecstasy again — triggering his own release. 
Hanbin moans, pushing himself as deep as possible with one last thrust. He shakes and twitches, emptying his balls and painting your inner walls white. A deep satisfaction warms him up as he leans down to rest on top of you. 
His arms wrap you up in a hug. He’s going to hold you like this for a long time, making sure that not a single drop of his seed is wasted.
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thelioncourts · 27 days
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I've been real absent online the last couple of months, but I can't miss out on @iwtvfanevents 'a meal to remember' because we are so incredibly blessed with beautifully creative and talented people in this fandom who constantly inspire and allow me to forever-wander in the world of Louis de Pointe du Lac, my most darling and favorite character ❤️ this won't be nearly as organized as I'd like it to be, won't say all I want to say, and I will inevitably miss somebody and/or some fic, but just know that there is so much wonderful content out there, especially by so many of the people on this list that anyone can check out at any point:
twelve days/nine months by @devotiondroid & @weather-mood daniel/louis/armand modern human au quite literally the fic that saved the holiday season for me. when new chapters of 'twelve days' would post, I would drop everything to go read it and would count down the days until the next update was set to happen. 'nine months' is a wip in the same verse and just as stunning. it's no surprise it's amazing; it's toni and it's bri, two people shining with so much talent it's blinding. and their powers combined?? oh my god. (there's also a one-shot in this verse called 'saint valentine' and my brain broke reading it, idk) now, just a list of @devotiondroid fics that changed me as a person: daniel/louis (and a little louis/armand as of now) human au quicksilver/mercury a danlou noir au that I reread a couple of weeks ago just to feel something again and then toni up and posted its prequel 'mercury' and I simply couldn't cope. the noir vibes paired with the gorgeously yearning story is just !!! everything.
daniel/louis modern human au
baby, I'm your man
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I WOULD READ 1000000k of this world. the idea of it, the complete ache of this story, has stuck with me, buried somewhere between my ribs, and I'll forget about it for a second then remember and it'll hit me like truck how wonderful it is. toni................m o r e lestat/louis human au my neck, her rope solar plexus hit of a fic. oh, oh the loustat dynamics....it's gorgeous and the concept is !!!!!!!!!! everything to me and now, my list of @weather-mood fics that, when posted, I quite literally become/became a dragon needing to hoard the newfound treasure immediately: armand/louis (armand/louis/REAL RASHID) canon-verse instruction real rashid, my beloved ;;;; no but, honestly, bri has made real rashid so important to me and to loumand, she's why he exists in my first (unfinished) loumand fic 'facio ut facias' because he's just that important. but bri also just always puts into her fics the gorgeous way that loumand are so perfect together, the way they are consumed with one another's existence. armand/louis canon-verse-esque rumpelstiltskin
FAIRY TALE AU. bri is also the inspiration behind my unposted and ongoing fairy tale au because no one does it like her and this one is......oh god, the way armand is the only character that could have ever been in this, the way he fits into louis' life to be this exact character.......don't talk to me lestat/louis; armand/louis; armand/louis/daniel siren au THE ENTIRE PART OF YOUR WORLD (ONCE UPON A WINE DARK SEA) VERSE y'all don't need me to tell you how perfect it all is. I think about it constantly, I've told real life friends about it, it's everything, every single fic of it is everything. lily/lestat pirouette by @weather-mood and @nlbv/@ouizaya
it's so interesting thinking about lestat in those weeks and months of hunting louis, of how he found out things about him from others, how he got lily so involved, how she died because of it all, and the way bri and zaya took all of that and then showed the mental state of lily throughout it all, how much lestat's vampiric control ruined her....................amazing. it's everything.
lestat/louis canon-verse tides by @nlbv/@ouizaya
zaya, my love, she takes some of the sexiest loustat scenes and makes them even sexier before gut-punching you with something insane and devastating and it reminds me so much of the show's writing, the way you'll be like 'look at my family <3' and then suddenly their conversation has gotten dark, the room looks cold, and you wonder how they'll ever truly come back from it......... god shallows by @nlbv/@ouizaya
REPEAT ALL THAT I SAID ABOVE AND THEN SOME. like???? the episode 6 elaboration???????????? oh my god. it's real. it's what happened. we all know it.
roadkill by @nlbv/@ouizaya and baberainbow I think about this fic so often. the car wreck, lestat and claudia being so in-tune with one another hunting because they're the same, the way they're both aware of louis, the way the family works and fits in, the gore and beauty of it. obsessed. TIME TO TALK ABOUT BABE. lestat/louis canon-verse glass the capturing of louis during those earliest vampiric days, paired with lestat's doting as he tried to solidify his wooing, and then just -- everything else, it's all so good.
disruptions that scene in ep 7 where the entire family teams up on that poor man at their door is crazy and this fic takes that concept and just runs with it in the best way
lestat/louis non-traditional a/b/o verse lioness listen.............i'm such a sucker for a good a/b/o fic and we have a severe lack of them in iwtv, thank you, babe, for writing a beautiful one armand/louis canon-verse luna the way that loumand have been together through some of the most insane historical events will haunt me and also I'm in love with the idea of it, thank you, babe, I want every single year and something they experienced together
armand/louis; lestat/louis; louis/others canon-verse catacomb a required read leading into season 2. that's all you need to know.
armand/louis/lestat cannibalistic modern au cleave/tie by @kittyldpdl
a couple of years ago, I went through this obsessive body horror phase where all I watched and read was something that had some kind of body horror and it would make me nauseous but also I was so intrigued, so fascinated, I couldn't stop. this is that. oh my god.
armand/louis; lestat/louis modern au capillary by @kittyldpdl and @salmoncakepls
WIP. I think about it once a week. falling in love with louis while dressing him??????????? oh my god, the concept, the idea, I want to drown in it armand/louis; lestat/louis robot&android au design; intricate by @salmoncakepls
every time I see concepts for this fic my brain short circuits and every time I read it I just !!!!!!!!!!!!! the brain behind this !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! the most brilliant
goat goat goat time <3 <3 <3 armand/louis prey drive by @iwtvdramacd18
HI I THINK ABOUT PREY DRIVE EVERY TWO DAYS AND FEEL FAINT. like idk what else to say, it just sticks with you and you're like 'wow they're just like that and it's insane and beautiful and raw' and goat just writes it perfectly, always lestat/louis exposure by @iwtvdramacd18
I've never actually heard of this fic, but if I had, I would assume it was the most batshit crazy thing I'd ever read......full compliments lestat/louis WIP lunacy by @iwtvdramacd18
I seriously always admire people who can write the 'monster' so well. I struggle so much with actual horror/monsters/suspense and so to read it so well done always makes me a little crazy armand/louis/daniel canon-verse after s1 gathering dust by @knifeeater
non-linear narrative !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
armand/louis canon-verse esque alluvium by @knifeeater
I see the tag service dom armand and my brain blacks out, comes back, and is forever changed. that's all. armand/louis/lestat perpetuum mobile by @knifeeater
sometimes you read a fic and the opening is the most insane thing you've ever read that you're like 'how can they keep this up?' and then they do and you're like 'oh so you're that kind of talented....okay' that's this fic.
armand/louis canon-verse
dirges by @dictee
'He had told Louis once, a lifetime ago, as a kind of bedtime story, about his work with cadavers in the nineteenth century, in the catacombs under the Parisian graveyards. Louis, half asleep, made some comment about Mary Shelley, but in his mind it was his skin under Armand’s scalpel, as loving a part of Armand as any. Shuddering and offering up the red jewels of his insides. ' please read it. oh my god.
MORE DANLOU NOIR THAT IS JUST i'll let you win by @diasdelfuego
danlou prophet. daniel just being so overcome by louis...........daniel just being so enraptured, so in love. the noIR. ily. need to reread asap actually oh my god.
daniel/louis post s1 nothing left to give you now by @diasdelfuego
'When he turns back around, Louis is still facing away from him, eyeing the coffee table as he shrugs off his coat. It slides gracefully off Louis' elegant frame to reveal a deep burgundy button-down underneath. In Daniel's mind, he thinks as he takes in the sight, Louis is always wearing black —mourning black, the writer in his brain supplies. Daniel takes stock of him while Louis stands at the edge of the carpet and looks over Daniel's apartment. The vampire is just as preternaturally young as he was half a century ago, just as beautiful, looking entirely out of place in Daniel's mundane, chaotic environment.' like imagine the whole fic being this beautifully written................................w h a t
lestat/louis; armand/louis murdery mystery au WIP overlords by @diasdelfuego and @shewhomustbecalledking I'm behind on this (work is the worst, let's all quit our jobs) but what I've read is just !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SO INSANE. cannot wait to catch up, I have spring break in three weeks and honestly just want to read the entire time, catching up on this and drowning in its beauty
lestat/louis a/b/o verse WIP house of gold by @shewhomustbecalledking I think this was the first a/b/o fic I read for this fandom and it's the blueprint, it's the reason, it's everything. the way lestat is so perfectly lestat in this is everything to me. I love an in-character lestat so much.
armand/louis; lestat/louis AU gothic horror WIP rhodedendron by @blueiight
'Let the Devil tempt me not, Louis thought, as he crawled to the mirror. Hollowed out eyes stared back at him, light-brown mawkish physique barely visible, swallowed up by loose pajamas, twists slightly askew but still meticulously sectioned off.
You look a fucking mess, bruh. Hardly fit to carry on the Du Lac name, what lady would want troubles such as yours? His Mother’s voice blended in with his own. But alas he could not be, could not sit in his sorrow and forever laud the man he was not.' true southern gothic horror. the last two chapters changed everything for me.
lestat/louis modern human au dreaming put to shame by @downstairsbar
I read this every single weekend. the beginning??? louis classing lestat?????????????? louis knowing lestat's eyes are on him but not understanding it???????????? the way I'd give anything for a million more words about how they got to the last part, about what all follows.
lestat/louis canon-verse modern era WIP
murmur by proval the way these are still our louis and our lestat, reunited after everything, still so the same, still so not..............this author seems to have such a good hold of these characters, I can't wait to see where this fic goes
armand/louis; lestat/antoinette; lestat/louis modern succession inspired au WIP dirty, sexy money by thevintage I've never seen succession but I love a business au and these first three chapters are so good. lestat and louis are divorced, they have claudia to tie them together, lestat is marrying his mistress, and louis has just met armand who is business rival of lestat's and the sparks are already flying and ohmygodohmygodohmygod
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Queen + Adam Lambert in Philadelphia on October 18, 2023
Well, that was one of the best experiences of my life! These are my thoughts (pictures and videos will go in separate posts):
I loved how much the entire thing really was a production. It wasn't simply people standing there and playing/singing songs, you could tell every aspect of the show was well-thought-out with set pieces, costume changes, and basically a light show.
I sat in a section on the side that was pretty close to the stage. When they were performing on the main stage, I was able to see everyone pretty clearly, and Spike turned to us and told us to clap sometimes. When Brian and Adam went down the catwalk, their backs were to us. That meant Brian’s back was to us during LOML, but I got a clear view of the whole arena lit up with everyone’s phones. It was beautiful, and the people around us were commenting on how moving it was, too.
Let’s expand upon that: My sister isn’t even in the fandom, but even she said how beautiful LOML was, and how the whole show feels like an homage to Freddie even during the parts when he’s not explicitly mentioned. She said she had a cheesy moment where she was standing there while Adam sang “Who Wants to Live Forever” (which had beautiful rainbow lights), and she thought of Freddie and said to herself, “This is what it means for someone to live forever.” It really is. You really feel like you’re part of this experience of keeping Queen and Freddie alive, and people are so fucking stupid to accuse Brian and Roger of merely cashing in. Even my sister said they have enough money for 3 lifetimes, and are obviously doing it because they love it. Anyway, LOML was genuinely a moving experience, hearing Brian sing and to look out into a sea of lights, and towards the very end of the show, they played Freddie’s vocal call-and-response with the crowd from Wembley, and I did get emotional seeing how Freddie still had a crowd eating out of the palm of his hand +30 years after his death. It made me really wish he was still here.
Adam: You know, I didn’t dislike Adam before this, but my sister and I agreed that we have a newfound respect for him. He’s an incredible performer. When you actually hear him sing live for 2 hours, you realize what Brian means when he talks about Adam’s voice being a gift and everything. His voice was so strong and clear, not a single sour or weak note. These are notoriously difficult songs to sing, but he really nailed them. Adam is also a really charming, likable performer, too. He has fantastic energy and often comes off as very playful. He was delightfully campy as he applied powder and perfume in “Killer Queen.” You can tell he’s having the time of his life, and he took a moment to talk to the audience and say how lucky he is to be in his 10th year of performing with them. Also, his outfits were amazing. He wore glittery boots that looked 12 feet high lol
Brian and Roger: I always knew they were incredible musicians, but god, actually seeing them perform really drives it home. You do have this moment like, “…Damn, they’re really up there playing all of that.” My eyes kept going back and forth between watching Brian on stage, and watching the quick and intricate movements of his fingers up on the screen. 
Brian was wonderful during LOML, despite his back being to us. His voice was warm, and he told us to sing the song to everyone we’ve lost. “‘39” was fun. I loved his solo section. He was way up on a pedestal with a screen to make it look like he was standing on an asteroid, and bright, colorful planets descended from the ceiling and floated around him as he played a calmer melody. It was so lovely. Again, my sister isn’t in the fandom but after the show, she commented that while Roger doesn’t seem like a bad guy, there’s just something approachable, likable, and nice about how Brian came across on stage :’)
Roger was still great, too. I really don’t know where the fuck he finds the energy to still be that good at the drums in his 70s, and even though I don’t like “I’m in Love With My Car” as a song, it’s still objectively impressive to watch him sing and drum for it at the same time. With him and Brian, I can’t comprehend how they’re still doing this. I feel exhausted just from standing there and watching them lmao, but they’ve still got it in their mid 70s. You can tell this is just what they were born to do, and tbh watching how completely they throw themselves into a performance, and picturing them doing that night after night for several months on end on and off for like 15 years……yeah, I see why they had so many personal issues and their domestic lives fell apart lol. I’m not even trying to be mean, I just think something’s gotta give when you’re doing that kind of work, and that’s not even mentioning any harmful aspect of the rock ‘n’ roll party culture. Anyway, the point is that it’s crazy that they’re still able to do this and give it their all, and I’m so happy I got to see them do their thing.
Finally, Brian came out in a Philadelphia Phillies T-shirt during the encore, and my sister and I screamed lol
10/10. What a night. I think Freddie would be so proud to see his work not only being carried on, but how Brian and Roger (and their team, of course) are still adding things to the production to keep it all fresh and give it their 110%.
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fairy-writes · 10 months
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Hey
Congratulations on a big figure, if you don't mind, I will become reader number 901
Can I ask you for an event Noe from vanitas no carte from - 14 “The universe loves a stubborn heart.”. I think this phrase is very suitable for him 🤔
THE UNIVERSE LOVES A STUBBORN HEART
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Fandom(s): The Case Study of Vanitas
Pairing(s): Noé Archiviste x Gender Neutral!Reader
Prompt: “The universe loves a stubborn heart.” (Dialogue Prompt #14)
Notes: This is before Noé and Reader get together :)
ALSO, FLORIOGRAPHY IS MY JAM
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He was back at it again.
The mysterious boy whose name you still didn’t know. 
He was back at your little flower shop, perusing the flowers with fingers holding his chin, violet eyes scanning the petals. He was your age and dressed immaculately in a pair of pressed white trousers that matched his hair, a black button-down, and a vest with a long white overcoat over his arm. 
He had been here for the last five days, sometimes with his raven-haired friend, who looked less than pleased to be there. Occasionally, he would have a little book in hand, flipping through the pages whenever he stumbled upon a flower he didn’t recognize. 
Every time you approached him, he’d get flustered and hide his book, saying he was “just looking for now” and didn’t need any help. 
Eventually, he approaches you, a question in his eyes and a friendly smile on his lips. 
“What do these flowers mean?” He asks, and you look up from your inventory book, taking in the small bouquet of flowers in his hand. 
Apple blossoms. Preference.
Pansies. You occupy my thoughts.
Together? Thinking of you.
“Apple blossoms mean preference. Pansies mean you occupy my thoughts. Together they mean thinking of you.” You explain, and the young man nods as he takes in the information. His smile turns warm.
“I’ll take them!” You smile and wrap the flowers up in a silken ribbon and some brown paper. 
“Are they for a special someone?” You ask, and his brain seems to stall before his cheeks flush, and he shrugs,
“Something like that.” He says as his fingers brush yours while taking the bouquet. You smile at him, and his cheeks darken slightly, 
“How much do I owe you?” He stutters, and your own smile widens,
“It’s on the house. Consider it a thank you for brightening my day.” You say, and he looks like he’s about to say something when his friend calls loudly from the door that he’s waiting to leave. 
The bouquet shows up on your flower shop porch a day later. Tied in the same silken ribbon and sitting pretty in a glass vase that looks like a swan. 
Was it from him?
Part of you hoped so.
It was safe to say you had a little crush. 
You didn’t see the young man for weeks after. But another bouquet shows up six days later. 
A gathering of lilacs, tulips, and buttercups.
Lilacs. “First love.”
Tulips. “I declare my love for you.”
Together they meant being in love for the first time.
You hoped it was him.
The young man shows up in your shop three weeks after purchasing the flowers and (hopefully) dropping them off on your doorstep. He looks sheepish, ruffling a hand through his alabaster strands and removing his white tophat. He sheds his long overcoat and leaves both his hat and coat on the new coat rack you had just installed. 
“Back again?” You say, and he freezes, almost tripping over his step.
“You remember me?” He asks, and you grin, 
“You are pretty memorable.” Is all you say. 
He meanders through the shop and picks out a few flowers before returning to the front counter with his choices. 
Buttercups. “You are radiant with charm.”
Cowslips. “Winning grace.”
Together they meant “Newfound affection.”
You hold back a flustered smile as you wrap up the flowers and hand them to him.
Only for him to hand them back.
You pause, confusion evident on your face, and the young man turns his head away to hide his flushed cheeks. 
“They’re for you. You know what they mean, right?” He mumbles, and your flustered smile erupts onto your face. 
“Yes. I know what they mean. But why?” You ask, and he turns to look at you, obviously fighting the blush warming his face. 
“I was hoping… well… I was hoping to take you out to dinner sometime… If you’ll let me.” He says, and you have to stop yourself from squealing. 
“I don’t even know your name.” You find yourself saying, and his eyes widen before he smacks his forehead. You flinch at the action and almost drop the flowers. 
“My name is Noé Archiviste. May I have your name?” He replies, and you bury your mouth in the flowers to hide the smile growing. You introduce yourself, and he smiles that smile that got your heart racing when you first saw him. 
“And what makes you think I’ll accept Mr. Noé Archiviste?” You tease, and his smile turns mischievous. 
“Well… I’ve heard that the universe loves a stubborn heart. And I would really really like to take you out somewhere. Even if it’s just a night on the town one time.” He says, extending a hand to you. 
You find yourself taking his hand, almost hiding your face in the flowers when he raises your hand to his lips and presses a gentle kiss to it. 
“How does tonight sound?” You say and he grins, 
“Perfect.”
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minnophee-writes · 5 months
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For Science~
A/N: Wrote this for one of my alien OCs 3 years ago, I do plan to write more for my OCs but I know that y'all are here more for the fanfics but wanted to give this a crack. I’ve never written for a male reader before and I hope it wasn’t god awful but I hope to was enjoyable to read. Might write more for my OCs in the future while also writing for my favourite characters. Also not beta-read.
Fandom: Original One-shot
Pairings: Zonnu x Male Reader
Warnings: Pegging, anal sex, anal fingering, alien/human sex, xenophilia, size difference, rough sex, handjob, male! reader
Summary: Reader finds himself in an unfamiliar room when he wakes up. He ventures to find someone for help and stumbles upon an alien life-form, Zonnu. She’s very interested to know how the human male anatomy works when sexually stimulated.
Word Count: 1,401 words
Character: Zonnu owned by @minnophee-draws (me)
Artist: Maplecrepes on ArtFight
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You had woken up slightly disorientated, the air was unusually humid than what it should’ve been when you last watched the weather. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes, yawning and stretching as you did, you sat up and realized that you were lying on a bunch of blankets and pillows on the floor, not in your bed like you had last night. You know you didn’t fall asleep on the couch because you remembered getting up to take a quick leak, snacking on some chips in bed before falling asleep.
As you came to that conclusion you then realized that your surroundings weren’t that of your room. As you started to stand up you heard humming from another room, the voice was alluring and you went to find where it was coming from.
‘If I can find whoever’s humming then maybe I can find out how I got here. Wherever “here” is’ You thought as you walked down the hallway.
When travelling down the hall further the humming got louder and louder, so you knew you were getting close to the mysterious voice, and it happened to be in the only room down the long hallway – the giant, double mahogany doors open ajar. Upon creaking it open a little more to fit your body through your eyes laid on a figure you did not expect to see ever.
An alien.
“Holy shit, did that thing abduct me?” You whispered as you froze in place, your wide eyes scanned the alien while trying to make sense if you were truthfully seeing it or not.
“I am not a thing; I am a Mundari, or what you would call an 'extra-terrestrial'. I have heard many things about humans, I wanted to study one to squish my curiosity, so I decided to take one – that being you.”
“Oh, um, okay… What kind of things have you heard about us?“
“I heard that only human males have a prostate gland, not both males and females. With my species, both males and females have prostate glands because both need to produce fertility fluids to breed and mark their mate so that other Mundari cannot claim them.” You blinked; this new information was confusing yet interesting but you had so many questions.
When you were about to ask one of your many questions, Zonnu continued, halting you as she went on about her interesting findings of humans.
“I also find the fact that the human anus can stretch up to 7 inches before taking damage was particularly interesting because Mundari anuses can stretch up to 17 inches before taking damage. And human males have very average sized phalluses. Male Mundari have phalluses that are 19 inches long while female phalluses are only 10 inches.” The alien stared at you with 5 orange eyes as they calmly explained their newfound information about the human anatomy.
“W-wait – your females have dicks?” You stammered, completely taken aback that their females have penises.
“Indeed. Mine is exactly 10 inches, but some females have phalluses that are 12 to 14 inches, though that is rare.”
You choked on your breath as you tried to process if you had heard the alien correctly or not. ‘So, the alien is a female…’ You must’ve voiced your thoughts aloud because they responded to you.
“Oh, how rude of me to not introduce myself properly. My name is Zonnu, I am a Mundari and - of course - I am female.” After her introduction, she sat up from where she was lying down on her own pile of blankets and pillows and you finally noticed her breasts.
‘How had I not noticed those before? Jeez, I must be blind.’ You thought as your eyes glanced over her breasts, her muscular arms, curvy hips, and strong legs. For an alien, she was beautiful, and her markings on her body reminded you of a Puffin.
Zonnu laid back, relaxed, and gazed at you with what you could assume was a sensual look if her tone was anything to go by.
“Would you like to join me? I’m sure we could both benefit learning about each other up close~”
‘Yep, definitely sensual vibes.’ You walked over to her, nonetheless.
As you crept closer to Zonnu, a sweet-smelling scent fluttered into your nose, smelling of lavender and peaches, making you feel slightly light-headed. When you stood in front of her, she pulled you down, your legs on either side of her waist – straddling her. Zonnu had begun to purr, the vibrations stimulating your balls and your loose shorts felt tighter than before. You let your head tilt back from the pleasure, grinding slightly on her stomach while you felt the faint sensation of a hand creeping up your thigh and up the leg opening of your shorts.
Zonnu’s fingers finally reach their destination, brushing against your hard cock, and your body twitching for a moment at the feeling it brought. It started to feel really hot and you wanted more of what she was offering so you stripped yourself bare for her, your cock bobbing with every movement you made, and she purred louder at your display of undressing. When you tried rubbing your cock against her slit, she stopped you and pushed you back, one hand encasing the both of yours.
“Spread your legs, male. I want to see you.” Her other hand rubbed your thigh to soothe your nerves.
You then spread your legs, your member throbbing with need and beads of pre-cum dropped onto your stomach. Her eyes traced very part of your genitalia with curiosity and arousal before guiding her hand down your twitching shaft before probing your puckered hole. You groaned with uncertainty, you had never done anything with your ass, never tried anal play or even had a prostate exam to know what it would feel like to have anything inserted into your asshole, but Zonnu’s cooing was calming, making you relax as she used some of your pre-cum as lube, then inserting her thumb into your tight hole.
You gasped from the oddly pleasant sensation, not expecting it to feel as enjoyable as you originally thought. Her thumb grazed something deep within that released a very loud moan from between your lips. She hit it again and again, causing more moans and mewls to escape your mouth. Zonnu let go of your hands before grasping your cock with it, stroking it which enhanced your feeling of delight. She suddenly removed her thumb, leaving you feeling empty, but not for long. You then felt a slightly wet object probing your asshole before slowly sliding in, stretching you pleasurably and hitting that certain spot while also feeling like it was reaching deeper. You glanced down, wanting to see what was inside you, only for your eyes to widen and breath to stutter when you realized it was her tentacle-like cock. It came from her slit, with what you figured housed both a vagina and a penis, and it was slick which made it easy for it to penetrate your ass. Zonnu’s hips rocked roughly, slapping into the back of your thighs, her hand that was stroking your hard member moved faster, making your balls tighten, wanting to spurt all your cum. Zonnu then cried out, her dick inflating slightly with a knot at the base while her cum filled your ass, only some of it managed to leak out. With the feeling of her fluids spilling into you and her hand tightening around your shaft with her fast pace jerking, you groaned, your cum shooting out onto your chest, stomach, and chin.
Your breathing was heavy and your limbs fell limp, you could barely move, only moving your head sluggishly. Zonnu then slipped her penis out of your twitching asshole, cum flowing out, load after load, you were surprised there was so much of it. Zonnu hummed with satisfaction with how much you came as well, it was more than what she was expecting. She scooped a bit from your chest, her face morphing open to reveal her mouth and tongue, licking your cum from her finger and tasting you.
“Mmm, I liked this little experiment, I want to try another.”
Let’s just say, it was a long night of Zonnu seeing how the human male anatomy functions and reacts to different types of sexual stimulus. You couldn’t argue, it was the best time of your life.
A/N: Hope I didn't do too bad for 3 years ago lmao. Please fave and reblog if you liked the story and follow for more <3
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lindszeppelin · 1 year
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Hello everyone, Happy New Years!! I hope that 2023 is the year for everyone's wishes, dreams, and accomplishments to manifest. These past few years for myself have been quite stressful and it's not something I talk about on social media, so without knowing it you've all helped to make 2022 bearable for me.
I've been on Tumblr for so long that I should receive some kind of senior discount. Out of all the fandom's i've been apart of, the Austin/Elvis community is one of the friendliest groups i've seen. And it was one that I didn't expect to join at all.
July 9th, the day after my birthday, was when I went into the theaters with my parents to watch the Elvis movie. I had no clue who Austin Butler was. I knew who Elvis was, but I wasn't a big fan. I was keen to see what things I could learn about him, and maybe gain a different perspective and newfound appreciation. Well, upon minute one of watching the movie and exiting the theater I was a changed person.
I was quite literally obsessed with Elvis and I learned everything about him. Falling down the rabbit hole is putting it mildly lol. And then, this sweet blonde blue eyed man came along for the ride with me. To say that Austin changed my life is a massive understatement. I don't know what I would do without those two men. They're forever interwoven into my life.
NOW...onto the parts that are extra fun :) because why the fuck not!
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Music is something i'm extremely passionate about. It honestly should be an official love language because im a professional mixtape maker lol. Since the summertime i've been compiling a playlist of songs specifically for Austin that fit his vibe, and that I think he'd enjoy (if he isn't aware of the songs already). The playlist itself is already linked in my profile, but I wanted to share my top 10 choices for the man himself! He's the best muse i've had in a long time :)
Incubus: Echo
Gary Clark Jr: I Don't Owe You a Thing
Royal Blood: Figure It Out
The Pretty Reckless: Absolution
S. Carey: Have You Stopped to Notice?
Al Green: Let's Stay Together
Beach House: Myth
Mac Miller: Dang!
Tame Impala: The Less I Know the Better
Guitar Song (Demo): Frou Frou
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There's been way too many videos of Austin that I watched in 2022. Like...my YouTube history is filled with nothing but him lol. So, I thought i'd compile a list of my top 10 favorite moments of Austin this year. There's a wide variety for everybody, and for some reason incase you haven't seen some of these, you're welcome ;)
Austin's Actors on Actors with Janelle Monae
Austin on SNL as Grandma Lois (Jewish Elvis skit)
Austin on Jimmy Fallon
Austin for Esquire (on his fashion)
Austin for GQ (10 things he can't live without)
Austin at Graceland for Access
Austin for HBO MAX (how he transformed into Elvis)
Austin's "Firsts"
Austin with Baz (I call this one the "manspreading, sleepy, sexy Austin interview lol)
Austin for Deadline
MISC EXTRA VIDS (really short ones)
Austin being super bashful in Japan
Austin posing for the camera at Cannes
Austin eating Elvis's sandwich in Graceland
Austin at the Governor's Awards
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And last but certainly not least, all of these lovely people i've grown to love over the last half of 2022, and I can't thank all of you enough for the friendship and heartwarming laughs you've provided me! If you aren't following them already, please do ♥
@powerofelvis @cryingabtab @ab4eva @infatuatedharleys @areacodefan @star-shard @purejasmine @avengen @elvisabutler @burninlovebutlerr @samfangirls @p-oolshark @pearlparty @plasticfantasticl0ver @troubleinapinksuit @imperialmarchingthroughthegalaxy @karamelcoveredolicity @floralcyanide @foreverdolly @blurredcolour @lovininapinkcadillac @lllsaslll @powerofelvis @aconflagrationofmyown @mymamalife @stargiirl27 @ash-omalley @loving-elvis @presleyonfilm @fantuhsise @she-is-juniper @elvisstyles @butlerstyles @missmaywemeetagain @bisexualwvtson @succsessions @sapphirescripts @carnevol @if-i-can-dream-of-elvis @mamaspresley
Love you all, and see you in 2023!
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perplexedflower · 1 year
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Love On The Rocks - Chapter 1: Margarita
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Fandom: Supernatural.
Category: F/M.
Relationship: Crowley x Female Reader.
Type: 5-chapter fanfiction.
Summary: Being the King of Hell has its ups, but it also has its downs. And these downs lead Crowley straight into a bar, where he finds something far greater than just a glass of whisky: the love of its bartender, a young woman who is oblivious to the demon's nature. But one evening, he does not show up at the bar at his usual time, and his newfound love finds herself exposed unwillingly to everything that has been hiding under her nose this whole time…
Chronology: Season 10.
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That Sunday evening was quiet. But then again, so were most Sunday evenings. It was hard to do business when the dreaded Monday was right around the corner. Yet, it was paradoxically enough the very reason behind the few customers' presence. For the people who did show up at the bar those evenings, it was precisely because Monday was patiently waiting to drag them back into their weekly routines, whether they spent them sitting behind a desk in a boring cubicle or working their asses off under the sun or the cold. For these people, Sunday evenings down at the Golden Cross were their salvation; and I was happy to provide it to them.
I had been lucky enough to have effortlessly found a job I enjoyed when I had come to settle in town, a few years prior; although I was attached to the state capital of Kansas, in which I had been born and raised all my life, I had decided to leave it behind after certain unfortunate changes in my life and had headed South, for the county of Wichita. There, I had found a post as a bartender in a bar called the Golden Cross, which specialized in all things Scottish, from the drinks, the aesthetic, and the tunes on the jukebox. Now, I did not have the slightest experience of working as a bartender, but my motivation and interest in the job were enough to help me get it without too much difficulty: and, since Ed, the owner, had been kind enough to give me on-the-job training, I quickly came to enjoy it.
One other thing I also enjoyed was one of the perks that came out of it: a studio apartment. The bar occupied the first floor of a building that also included apartment rooms on the upper floors, and which were specifically rented by all the workers of the bar. The studio was not the most spacious, but given I lived alone, I did not mind much: there was enough room for one person, and that was just fine by me. And one of the reasons I liked it was because of how convenient it was for me: my workplace was only one floor below my bed, and though a setup such as this may have been seen as harrowing to some, it was highly practical for me and my work hours. I worked every evening, from 9 PM to 3 AM. And yes, that included Sundays.
That Sunday evening was quiet. So much so that when the front door was pushed open around 10:30, it caught my attention right away; but not as much as the gentle sound of short heels walking the ground that followed. I looked up from what I was doing to see a middle-aged man step into the bar and walk in my direction, the direction of the counter, behind which he sat in silence. Armed with my warmest smile, I walked up to him.
"Good evening, sir." I welcomed him while cleaning an empty glass I was holding. "What can I serve you on this lonely night?"
"Lonely indeed." He answered in a neutral tone, seemingly unfazed.
I smiled further upon hearing his accent.
"Oh, British." I said with slight enthusiasm.
Upon hearing my comment, the man smiled lightly and scoffed as he lowered his gaze for just a few seconds, before he looked back up at me.
"Do you serve Craig here?"
I tilted my head a little and stopped cleaning the glass in my hands.
"Glencraig whisky?" I asked with a chuckle. "Of course, we are a Scottish bar after all."
A faint smile appeared on his face as he slightly raised his eyebrows, after which he nodded and looked back down at his hands.
"Then I'll have one, thank you."
I was still smiling warmly at him when I gently tapped on the counter with the palm of my hand.
"Coming right up."
I walked a few steps away to go grab the bottle of whisky then came back in front of him, and I poured him a glass while we exchanged smiles. After having served him, I left him to himself and went back to my shift: although the bar was on a slow day, a few customers still showed up here and there, and so the man with the Craig was left to silently drink on his own as I kept on serving customers. However, at one point, not long after I had filled his glass, I could not help but notice him pull out his phone, which he set in front of him on the counter, and spend quite some time intensely staring at something on its screen. I did not dare approach him to ask him what he was doing precisely, so I did not move from where I was standing; the one rule I always tried my best not to break when working at the bar was to not come off as intrusive or rude to the customers. Besides, as its bartender, I knew better than anyone that many of them came to have a drink with the sole intent of drowning in their sorrow and forgetting about their problems.
He's just a drifter... One of many that wash up on the shore of our bar, I thought to myself. And whatever he's looking at on his phone must be linked to the reason why he decided to have a drink to begin with.
I stared at him for a minute longer, still lost in my thoughts.
Though, I do have to admit... For a drifter, he comes off as a very classy man.
Just as this remark crossed my mind, I saw him put his phone away and back in his coat pocket, which prompted me to initiate a conversation with him while I kept making drinks for other customers; I stood next to him as I grabbed various bottles, glasses, and shakers.
"Pardon me for asking, but what are you doing here?" I asked with a chuckle but genuine curiosity.
Up until I talked, he had been looking to the side, but the very second the first words I spoke came out of my mouth, he turned to look at me.
"I mean- I don't mean to be rude, but a business-looking fella like yourself doesn't really seem in his environment in a place like this."
He scoffed at my comment and closed his eyes for a brief second.
"It's true I'm not usually fond of bars." He said as he looked around him at the bar and its decorations. "But I've been hearing about this establishment of yours from..."
He marked a pause mid-sentence to exhale heavily through his nose, then pouted in an upset manner.
"... Business partners." He finally finished his sentence in a somewhat bitter tone. "So I'd been meaning to give it a try for some time now, and it just so happened I needed a drink tonight."
"Ah, I get the feeling." I told him with a smile. "And, soooo... How are you liking it here so far? Have the expectations you had of the bar been met? If you had any to begin with, that is."
The man looked around him once more, as if to fully analyze his environment, after which he brought his glass of whisky up to his lips.
"It's quite a decent pub you're running here, I think."
"Oh, I don't own the place." I awkwardly chuckled as I gestured my hands around. "But, thank you. It always makes me happy to know our customers are happy customers."
The smile I wore lifted upward on one corner of my mouth as I shrugged lightly with my eyebrows slightly raised.
"And, who knows... If you really do like it here, maybe you'll even see yourself becoming a regular." I joked. "Lord knows that'd be a blessing for business."
And to that, he scoffed and shook his head, then he swallowed the last drops of liquor that had been resting at the bottom of his glass.
"Yeah, who knows." He whispered almost inaudibly.
Now that his glass was empty, that his sorrow had been washed away, he got up from his stool and was ready to go back outside, out into the cold night that was surely waiting for his return; but before he did, he dived his hand into one of his coat pockets, and as he turned to me, he set on the counter a moderately generous tip.
"Good night." He told me in his low, deep voice.
"Thank you." I said, smiling brightly at him while my hand collected the money before me. "You have a good night as well."
And with that, the man in the suit headed for the front door, followed once more by the sound of his short heels walking the white and blue floor tiles; and he left the bar, which was still as quiet as when he had first stepped foot inside it.
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artistic-lj · 1 month
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Okay so I “made” a new gender apathetic/apagender flag because the one I found/we have was just kinda lacking for me?? Like it’s okay and I don’t dislike it, but I thought it needed something
So the current one, according to gender fandom wiki or whatever (https://gender.fandom.com/wiki/Gender_Apathetic), is by @pridearchive (idk why I can’t tag them but I also just don’t understand tumblr so oh well)
But anyway, I’m not a huge fan of the fact that a lot of the definition relies upon the usage of the word “lazy” a lot, because like, while it’s true that laziness and apathy are similar, they are not the same. I was confused for MONTHS as to why everyone around me cared so much about their gender, both cis and trans people, and I just didn’t. Like, I thought my dad might understand cause we talk about queer stuff all the time and he was like “???… but I am a man, that’s just a fact… are you saying there’s people who don’t care??” And that confused me more cause I was like “wait even cis people care that much about their gender expression??” Because for me, I thought that trans people really cared about their gender identity and expression because of the dysphoria they dealt with from being born as the opposite sex. So, to hear that cis people also have a strong sense of gender and really care about the way they present and are perceived threw me for a loop.
So I went down this rabbit hole for, as stated previously, MONTHS, just trying to figure out if anyone felt the way I did because I felt fucking crazy. No one else spoke about not caring about their gender identity, not caring if someone called them a guy or a girl or something in between. I found labels like Aporagender (“a gender identity that is neither masculine, feminine or inbetween the two but nonetheless involves a strong sense of gender; a term similar to maverique.” - https://en.pronouns.page/dictionary/terminology#aporagender) and genderfluid (“a gender that varies, or changes over time.” - https://gender.fandom.com/wiki/Genderfluid) and bigender (“a gender identity which can be literally translated as 'two genders' or 'double gender'.” - https://gender.fandom.com/wiki/Bigender) but none of them felt right, even if I liked their flags.
But then, out of frustration, I decided to google “what is it called when you don’t care about your gender” and gender apathetic popped up. And I read the description and I felt so… understood. I felt like, no matter how small the group was, I had finally found people who understood me and felt the way I did. And then, because I’m annoying and visual, I saw the flag… and I was just… feeling very… ehhh…
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Like, the brown, purple/lavender/light blue, white, and gray on their own aren’t inherently bad, but something about it just felt bland and… nothing like the sense of relief I felt when discovering I wasn’t alone.
And then I clicked through onto the post about the meanings of each color and began to like it even less
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But, I pushed forward, ignoring my dislike of the color arrangement and meanings behind them and sharing my newfound label/identity and flag with my friends. I finally felt like I had something I understood.
That is, until one night when I got bored. And I started searching for flag makers to see what was out there. I came across a Reddit post about a custom flag builder (https://www.reddit.com/r/lgbt/comments/ooz3tb/custom_pride_flag_builder/) which lead me to Team Ultima’s custom pride flag maker: https://www.teamultima.org/flag/
Needless to say, as an artist and someone who’s nitpicky about colors and designs, I was stoked to find something that allowed so much creative control! After messing around with it for a bit, I made this:
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Now, I know it’s not really that different from the current flag. But, to me, this feels a lot more balanced and cohesive. With the one by pridearchive, the “light blue,” which we all know is just lavender tbh, was the only color that had a bright saturation besides the white. Our eyes are naturally drawn to it and this does not allow our eyes to flow along the flag and take it all in. We kinda see the purple and get stuck there. Not only that, because we expect white to be in the middle of pride flags (as well as Im sure a lot of other color theory reasons that I’m not knowledgeable enough to know of or explain), the flag felt top heavy and uneven, with no equivalent saturated color along the bottom. The flag was lacking horizontal symmetry and I think/hope I did a good job of bringing it to this flag without it feeling like it’s too much or too little.
With all that being said here are my/the new and improved color meanings:
Brown - The natural human desire to find a sense of belonging and community, even if said community is formed around having a label for not caring about labels. It can also represent the warmth and security felt by having a label that represents how you truly feel.
Light Blue - A feeling of tranquility and peace towards one’s gender identity and expression
White - The limitless void of possibilities in which one can express themselves
Lavender - The mixture of all genders, feminine, masculine, neither, and everything in between
Gray - Lack of gender stagnation, not caring if one’s gender presentation is not as simple as black or white
Anyway, I’ve never posted anything like this before so… lemme know if I’m totally doing it wrong and all my color meanings are terrible and way off base or whatever. I’m gonna make a separate post of just the flag and the color meanings and whatever so that people don’t have to read all my dumb backstory to get to the actual “redesign” 💅💅
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Fictober Day 9
Prompt: Sounds like a you problem
Fandom: The X-Files
          “Mulder, that tickles.”  Scully manages to squeak out between giggles.  He is drawing small circles with the tip of his middle finger around Scully’s burgeoning belly.  No matter how many times he touches it, kisses it, or lays his head upon it he still can’t settle into the fact that this is their child growing moment by moment inside her.  “Besides Mulder I have to go to work I’m gonna be late.”  She attempts to rise from the bed but is held down by the weight of her belly.  “A little help her please.”  She demands reaching out.
          “I don’t know Scully,” Mulder says with an impish grin.  I think you should stay home, play a little hooky with your baby daddy.”
          She ruffles her face in disgust.  “You know I hate that expression Mulder.  Besides some of us have jobs to get back to.”
          “Oh, not me.”  Mulder bats back mildly confrontational still not sure what unemployment really means to him.  “I’m just practicing my newfound stay at home dad skills.”  He waggles his eyebrows at her eliciting a genuine smile as she hoists herself out of the bed.  “Seriously Scully, just call in.  I’m sure Doggett will understand.”  He says his name with just a hint of vitriol, it isn’t Doggett so much as the fact that he has his job and his partner, that’s the real problem.
          “As much as I would rather stay in bed with you all day and listen to you list off some truly horrifying baby names, I have a mountain of paperwork waiting for me.”
          “Sounds like a you problem Agent Scully.”  He says agent in the most mocking tone he can muster as he swings his body over the end of the bed.
          “Yeah, well paperwork tends to pile up when you’re mourning the death of your child’s father.”  She steadies herself against the door frame, pulling the skin of her forehead up and down.  “I’m sorry Mulder… it’s still, I don’t know.”  She shakes her head at a loss for any words that could adequality describe what putting him into the ground as their child grew inside her was actually like.
          “No Scully.  I’m sorry.  Go to work.  I’ll be here when you get back.”  He places one hand on her belly and the other beneath her chin as he tilts her lips up for a kiss.  “I’m not going anywhere, not again.”
She nuzzles her nose into his, breathing her words into his lips.  “I won’t survive it a second time Mulder.  I can’t lose you again.”
“You’ll never have to say goodbye to me again Scully.  I won’t do that to you or little no name.”  He presses a kiss to her lips, forehead, and stomach.  When he made that promise he really believed he meant it.  In a few months they’d both know he lied.     
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catladywriter · 1 year
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Header and icon illustration by Rename_重名君 for my fic Stares in this Town.
Hello! Thanks for stopping by! This is a Demon Slayer Inotan-centric fandom side blog. To make it easier to navigate, here is some info and my works masterlist.
I write mostly Inosuke x Tanjirou from Demon Slayer.
Zenitsu x Nezuko usually shows up as a side pairing.
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Nosebleed Inosuke's mundane task of cleaning the neighbour's storeroom took an unexpected turn when he stumbled upon a hidden collection of erotic paintings. As his eyes roved over the provocative artwork, a nosebleed erupted, capturing Tanjirou's attention. As Tanjirou fussed over Inosuke's well-being, a flurry of unexpected and confusing emotions overwhelmed Inosuke, leaving him with a newfound awareness of his deeper feelings for Tanjirou.
Amidst the confusion, Zenitsu burst into the room, misinterpreting the situation entirely. Convinced that he had been excluded from a secret pornography viewing session, Zenitsu's outrage reached new heights, and all hell broke loose.
Status: Complete
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Inosuke's White Day Mission
It’s the day before White Day and Tanjirou is busy making chocolates for all the girls who gave him chocolates on Valentine’s Day. Inosuke thinks it’s a stupid tradition. Why should Tanjirou have to return their favours? Shouldn’t Tanjirou be making chocolates for him instead? Of course, he’s not jealous or anything. Definitely not.
Alright, maybe he is a little jealous. After all, he has feelings for Tanjirou and wants to be the one receiving his hand-made chocolates. With a little prodding from Zenitsu and some help from Tanjirou’s family, Inosuke sets out to get the perfect gift to prove that he’s the best candidate for Tanjirou’s White Day chocolates.
Status: Complete
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Where the Wisteria Always Bloom (On-going) Set in the years after the main story ends, this is a series of fluffy romcoms where Tanjirou, Inosuke, Zenitsu and Nezuko are co-owners of a successful eatery called the Wisteria Garden, leading happy and fulfilling lives together. It predominantly features InoTan, with ZenNezu as a side pairing.
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(1) Stares in This Town Two years after the Demon Slayer Corps disbanded, the Kamado siblings inherit an eatery from a family friend. Tanjirou and his found family are excited to begin a new chapter of their lives. For Inosuke, this means making some challenging adjustments, but his best friends are there for him.
Status: Complete
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(2) Kisses for An Idiot Since that time when Tanjirou first held his hand, Inosuke seemed to have become addicted to hand holding. He would find any opportunity to hold Tanjirou’s hand as long as it was available. Tanjirou thought he was just nervous without his mask and being constantly around people. But… why’d he start kissing him too?
Status: Complete
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(3) Pet the Cat Inosuke wasn’t sure why he bothered rescuing the cat. In the wild, it was survival of the fittest and the weak were left to die. But saving the cat felt like something Tanjirou, Zenitsu, and even Nezuko would do. Before he could second guess his decision, he’d jumped into the freezing cold river at the beginning of winter without a shirt on and plucked the drowning feline from the clutches of death.
But far from being grateful, the cat turned out to be a good-for-nothing that poached his underlings and bossed them around in ways unimaginable to him. When it started competing with him for attention from his Underling Number One, Inosuke decided he must show this arrogant fluffball who’s boss!
Status: Complete
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(4) The Height of Friendship Inosuke's excitement knew no bounds when he finally surpassed Tanjirou and Zenitsu in height. But a series of incidents lead him to believe that being taller than his companions comes with drawbacks, leaving him feeling left out and dejected. Determined to lift Inosuke's spirits, Tanjirou hatches a plan. Zenitsu is sceptical about the feasibility of the hare-brained scheme, but decides to put friendship before sensibility. Will the plan succeed, or will it backfire?
Status: Complete
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(5) Drinking Party
Tanjirou, Inosuke and Zenitsu decide to have a drinking party with the drinks Tengen had brewed himself and gifted Tanjirou for his 18th birthday. Tanjirou, who had seen the dark side of alcohol, volunteered to stay sober and watch over his friends. But a mix-up happened and Tanjirou ended up drinking the wrong drink. As he got progressively drunk, Inosuke and Zenitsu have to deal with his drunken antics. Will they survive the night?
Status: Complete
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(6) Pretty Privilege
Tanjirou, Nezuko, Zenitsu and Inosuke have been running the Wisteria Garden, a cozy and popular eatery, for two years. Their peaceful routine is disrupted when a rude customer tries to harass Inosuke for his good looks, then proceeds to insult him when asked to leave. Tanjirou’s protective instincts flare up. (Cue Tanjirou publicly giving his boyfriend such sweet compliments that Inosuke can’t help but blush)
Status: Complete
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(7) Sleeping Together
After retiring from demon slaying, Zenitsu relished the familiar comfort of sharing a room with his best friends at the Kamado household. But bedtime soon turned into a battleground when Inosuke, seeking warmth or simply craving cuddles, decided to ditch his own futon to snuggle up with Tanjirou. The couple's nighttime activities disrupt Zenitsu's sleep, propelling him into a struggle for some much-needed peace and quiet.
Status: Complete
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(8) Love Bugs
Nezuko's impromptu hair cut session for Inosuke and Tanjirou turns into a wild chase when she discovers curious welts on their necks. These weren't the usual training scars. These were shaped like crescent moons or bruised circles, tinged with a faint reddish hue that deepened when the boys stammered excuses. Zenitsu's flippant story about "love bugs" only fueled Nezuko's worries and determination to get to the bottom of things.
Status: Complete
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zapreportsblog · 7 months
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✭ pairing : arthur shelby x reader
✭ fandom : peaks blinders
✭ summary : arthur shelby is love with the simplest woman to exist and people wanna know just how he got so lucky
✭ authors note : so this one won’t be as long as my usual ones, definitely a good stroll down but nothing over the top :)
✭ peaky blinders masterlist
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The Garrison pub was alive with the familiar hum of conversation and the clinking of glasses. Arthur Shelby sat at a corner table, a contented smile on his lips as he exchanged words with his wife, (Y/N). The dim lighting cast a warm glow on the faces of the other Shelby family members gathered around.
"Arthur," Michael called, raising his glass in a mock toast. "You're a lucky man, you are."
Arthur's eyes flickered with amusement, his years of bristling at such remarks replaced with a newfound ease. He chuckled, a genuine sound that resonated through the air. "Aye, I suppose I am."
Beside him, (Y/N) grinned, a twinkle in her eye. "Aren't you just full of compliments tonight?"
The room erupted into laughter, the tension that used to hang thick between the Shelbys slowly dissipating over time. Arthur had changed, mellowed by his experiences, and the camaraderie within the family felt more genuine than ever.
Finn leaned in, his curiosity piqued. "How did you two end up together anyway?"
Arthur exchanged a knowing glance with (Y/N), the memories of their journey flashing between them. "Well, lad, that's a tale for another time," he said, a hint of mystery in his voice.
“Oh come on; humor me!” Finn whined.
“Fine, fine, let’s see..”
“I fell quite hard for (y/n) upon meeting her,” begins Arthur.
“Really?!” Finn questioned eyebrow raised.
“Aye lad that I did -“
“So unoriginal,” cried Finn.
“Aye shut up you git and let me tell my tale,” clearing his throat he begins once more. “As I was saying I fell quite hard for my darling wife here upon meeting her, literally at that. Son of a bitch tripped me,” Arthur says gaining laughs from all around him.
He himself couldn't help but chuckle at the memory.
**Flashback:**
The bustling streets of Birmingham were a familiar landscape for Arthur Shelby as he strode with purpose, his mind absorbed in the day's affairs. The rhythmic click of his boots on the cobblestones was his own personal symphony of authority, and he paid little mind to the world around him.
But fate had other plans.
Without warning, his foot caught against a shoe, sending him stumbling forward. His heart raced as his hands flailed to steady himself against a nearby lamppost. A sharp hiss of breath escaped his lips as he fought to regain his balance, his face flushing with a mix of embarrassment and frustration.
From the shadows, the snickering of children reached his ears, their laughter grating on his temper. His sharp gaze darted toward the source, ready to deliver a harsh reprimand that would leave the young troublemakers in no doubt about who they were dealing with.
However, his words were stolen away as his gaze fell upon the one responsible for the laughter. A young woman stood there, arms crossed over her chest, a sardonic smile playing on her lips. (Y/N), as he would later come to know her. Her eyes sparkled with a glint of mischief, and her posture held a level of confidence that left him taken aback.
"That's what you get for not watching where you're going," she quipped, her tone dripping with amusement.
For the first time in a long while, Arthur was rendered speechless. He was accustomed to being in command, to issuing orders and having people follow them without question. But here was a woman, a stranger, speaking to him as an equal, and in a manner that he found both infuriating and intriguing.
As the echo of her words hung in the air, Arthur's chest heaved with a mixture of irritation and curiosity. His jaw clenched, torn between his instinctual anger and the realization that maybe he had met his match.
The children's snickers had faded into an expectant hush, their attention fixed on the unexpected standoff. Arthur's pride battled with the faintest flicker of respect for this woman who had dared to challenge him, to strip away the veneer of authority and reveal a man vulnerable to his own missteps.
For a few more heartbeats, they stood there, locked in a silent exchange of wills. And then, as if sensing the shift in the atmosphere, (Y/N)'s smirk softened into a genuine smile. "You alright, though?" she asked, her tone surprisingly gentle.
The tension in the air eased, and Arthur cleared his throat, his cheeks still tinged with embarrassment. "Yeah, I'm fine."
(Y/N) took a step closer, her eyes crinkling at the corners as if she found this whole situation highly amusing. "Good. Next time, watch your step."
With that, she turned and walked away, leaving Arthur to contemplate the unexpected encounter that had both unsettled and fascinated him. He watched her disappear into the crowd, his thoughts a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.
As he continued on his way, Arthur couldn't shake the feeling that he had just crossed paths with someone who would challenge him in ways he hadn't experienced before. And as the memory of (Y/N)'s smile lingered in his mind, he realized that sometimes, even the simplest moments could lead to the most unexpected connections.
The encounter with (Y/N) lingered in Arthur's mind long after it had occurred. He found himself strangely captivated by her confidence, her quick wit, and the audacity to stand up to him. It was a feeling he couldn't shake, even as he went about his business as a Shelby.
Days turned into nights, and Arthur's thoughts often drifted back to the young woman who had dared to trip him and speak her mind. He found himself searching the crowded streets of Birmingham for glimpses of her, his footsteps sometimes taking him down unfamiliar alleys in the hopes of stumbling upon her once more.
One morning, driven by an inexplicable pull, Arthur set out earlier than usual. The sun was barely cresting the horizon as he walked down a familiar street, his gaze scanning the crowd for any sign of (Y/N). It was as if an invisible thread connected them, and he couldn't help but feel drawn to her in a way he hadn't experienced in a long time.
And then, as if fate had conspired to answer his silent plea, Arthur's gaze landed on a familiar figure. There she was, (Y/N), standing near a street vendor with a bagel in hand. Her attention was fixed on the pastry in a way that suggested she was savoring every bite.
His heart did a peculiar leap in his chest, and before he could think twice, Arthur approached her. "Fancy meeting you here," he said, his voice laced with a mix of amusement and curiosity.
(Y/N) looked up, her eyes widening in mild surprise before she swallowed her mouthful of bagel. "Well, well," she replied, a playful glint in her eyes. "If it isn't the man who can't watch where he's going."
Arthur chuckled, feeling an odd sense of camaraderie in her teasing. "I was just looking for an excuse to bump into you again."
(Y/N) arched an eyebrow, her expression a mixture of intrigue and amusement. "And you found me while I was indulging in a bagel. How charming."
**End of Flashback**
“Wait so how did you two end up together?” Finn asked.
Taking a sip of his drink Arthur begin another tale, “Let’s see, when I went to ask her out on a date she immediately rejected me.”
“Wait what?!”
“Yeah, that’s right I did” (y/n) giggles leaning her head over to lay on her husbands shoulder. “I didn’t like his tie.”
“Fucking rejected me over a goddamn tie.”
**Second Flashback:**
Arthur Shelby's determination to find (Y/N) grew with each passing day. He had become entranced by the enigmatic woman who had tripped him and challenged his notions of authority. It was as if an invisible thread connected them, drawing him to her like a moth to a flame.
One afternoon, his steps took him down the same familiar street where he had first stumbled upon (Y/N). His heart raced as he spotted her near a small cafe, sipping a cup of tea. Summoning his courage, he approached her, his palms slightly sweaty.
"Mind if I join you?" Arthur asked, his tone carefully casual.
(Y/N) looked up from her tea, a glimmer of surprise in her eyes before she gestured to the empty seat across from her. "Go ahead."
As they exchanged pleasantries, Arthur felt the weight of an unspoken question hanging between them. He took a breath, his heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. "Listen, (Y/N), I've been enjoying our conversations. Would you maybe consider going out on a date with me?"
There was a moment of silence, and Arthur held his breath, waiting for her answer. He watched as (Y/N)'s gaze flickered, her expression thoughtful. And then, to his surprise, a smile tugged at her lips.
"Actually, I'd rather not."
Arthur felt the air leave his lungs in a rush, his surprise evident. He couldn't quite believe what he was hearing. "I... I'm sorry?"
(Y/N) leaned forward slightly, her eyes dancing with mischief. "It's your tie," she said, her voice laced with a mix of amusement and sincerity.
"My tie?" Arthur repeated, his brow furrowing.
"Yes," she affirmed. "It clashes with your suit."
Arthur blinked, completely taken aback by the reason she had given. He looked down at his attire, his tie indeed a mismatched pattern against his suit. He had never been one for fashion, but the fact that his tie was the reason for her rejection left him utterly speechless.
Seeing his surprise, (Y/N) laughed, a sound that was both musical and infectious. "I have a thing for ties, you see. And if we're going to be seen in public together, I can't have that eyesore on my arm."
Arthur found himself laughing despite his initial disappointment. Her candidness was refreshing, and he couldn't help but be charmed by her straightforwardness.
"You know, I can change my tie," he quipped, a playful glint in his eyes.
(Y/N) raised an eyebrow, her expression teasing. "Oh, really? Well, maybe then we can talk about that date."
And just like that, the air was charged with a shared understanding, a connection that had transcended an initial rejection. Arthur realized that he had found someone who could match his wit and challenge his expectations, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement at the prospect of a tie that met (Y/N)'s standards.
As they continued to chat, Arthur couldn't help but think that sometimes, even the smallest details could lead to the most unexpected and entertaining interactions.
**End of Second Flashback**
“Heh, I can definitely see her doing that.” Thomas chuckled taking a sip of his whiskey.
“So when did you know that she was the one for you?” Finn questions once more.
“When she rocked my shit,” Arthur let’s out a heartfelt laugh that reached downwards and pulled at his stomach muscles.
“Aye, I got one mean right hook,” flexed (y/n).
**Third Flashback**
The Garrison pub was alive with the clinking of glasses and the hum of conversations. Arthur Shelby sat at a table with (Y/N) by his side, their laughter mingling with the atmosphere of camaraderie that permeated the establishment. They had been dating for a while now, and their connection had deepened into something Arthur couldn't quite put into words.
As the evening wore on, the jovial atmosphere was interrupted by a crude comment from a man at the bar. His gaze lingered on (Y/N) for a moment too long, and a lewd grin spread across his face. Before anyone could react, he reached out and slapped her behind, a smug expression on his face.
The air grew tense as Arthur's eyes darkened with anger. He clenched his fists, his temper simmering beneath the surface. (Y/N)'s gaze met his, and he could see the fiery determination in her eyes. She wasn't about to let this slide.
Without a word, Arthur pushed back his chair and strode over to the man, his presence looming over him. "I'd advise you to keep your hands to yourself," he growled, his voice a low rumble.
The man sneered, his bravado undeterred. "What's it to you, mate? She doesn't seem to mind."
Before anyone could react, a punch was thrown, and chaos erupted. Fists flew, tables toppled, and the once-friendly pub transformed into a battlefield of clashing egos.
Amidst the melee, (Y/N) held her own, her moves fluid and calculated. She delivered a swift kick to one man's knee, causing him to buckle, and then ducked under a punch aimed at her. She spun around, landing a powerful strike that sent another man reeling.
Arthur's rage fueled his strength as he traded blows with the aggressor. His punches landed with precision, the violence of the fight a stark reminder of the world he inhabited. He caught sight of (Y/N) out of the corner of his eye, her face a mask of determination as she fought alongside him.
As the brawl continued, (Y/N) engaged in a rapid exchange of punches with a particularly formidable opponent. Her moves were fluid and fierce, a testament to her strength and resilience. However, in the heat of the moment, a sudden duck from her opponent led to a collision of her fist with Arthur's jaw.
The impact caught Arthur by surprise, causing him to stagger back. Blood welled in his mouth, and for a moment, his shock overshadowed his anger. He spat out the blood and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his gaze locking with (Y/N)'s.
In that moment, time seemed to stand still. The chaos of the fight faded into the background, and all Arthur could see was (Y/N), her fierce determination mirrored in her eyes. He realized that this was a woman who could not only hold her own in a fight but also challenge him in ways he had never anticipated.
The thought echoed in his mind as his focus shifted back to the brawl. With renewed determination, he squared his shoulders and reengaged with the man who had provoked the fight. The two of them traded punches with a ferocity that seemed fueled by a shared fire.
As the brawl finally began to subside, Arthur's knuckles bloodied and his breath heavy, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of pride and affection for (Y/N). They had fought together, not as two separate individuals, but as a united force against adversity.
When the last of the brawlers had been subdued and the tension began to fade, Arthur turned to (Y/N) with a mixture of awe and amusement. Bloodied and bruised, she was a sight to behold, her fierce spirit shining even in the aftermath of the fight.
With a wry smile, he reached out to wipe away a smudge of dirt from her cheek. "You always did know how to make an impression."
(Y/N) chuckled, her gaze meeting his with equal parts mirth and warmth. "Just returning the favor, love."
In the midst of the chaos and the camaraderie, Arthur Shelby couldn't help but feel a deep sense of connection with the woman by his side. As he gazed at her, his heart pounded with a realization that cut through the chaos: he was going to marry this woman.
**End of Flashback Three**
“And from that point one, (y/n) and I been closer than ever” finishes Arthur.
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shinigami-fanfics · 7 months
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None Shall Remember You, Part 1
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Fandom: Kirby and the Forgotten Land Category: Whump, Angst BTHB Trope Tags: All of the Other Reindeer, Verbal Abuse, I Should've Been Better
22-year-old Kotoba Hana considered herself blessed to be a part of the team studying ID-F86 in Lab Discovera, but didn't understand why her colleagues wanted to hurt it so much. She was well aware that ID-F86 allowed for the creation of wildly advanced technology, but she couldn't help but feel a bit - okay, extremely sorry for what the team called "the Ultimate Lifeform" every time they subjected it to some kind of torment or another.
One evening, Kotoba had finally had enough and told one of her colleagues, Percy Hansen, how she felt about the way they were treating ID-F86. To Kotoba's dismay, however, Percy simply laughed.
"We gotta figure out its secrets one way or another, and if that means beating it into the fucking ground, then so be it!" he told her. Then he called the other scientists into the room.
"Hey, guys! Kotoba told me how she wants us to be gentler with ID-F86! Ain't she pathetic?!" The other scientists started laughing, too.
"Maybe we should experiment on her too, to find out why she's so fucking wimpy!" one of them joked, and everyone began laughing again. Everyone, that is, except Kotoba, who ran out of the room crying loudly.
Kotoba kept running through the lab, and didn't look back until reaching the chamber where the Ultimate Lifeform rested.
"Words can't describe how sorry I am right now, Elfilis," she sobbed as she placed her hand upon the smooth glass walls of ID-F86's confinement, being the first out of all the scientists to speak the Ultimate Lifeform's true name. "I tried to convince them to be kinder to you, but I failed... I should've been better... I should've never joined the research team..."
Just then, Kotoba heard a voice in her mind. She assumed that it was ID-F86's voice since it was the only other living being in the room.
"Kotoba... it comforts me to know that you're not like the others, to know that I can count on you to be kind even when the others torment me... dare I say, your kindness heals me..."
As the Ultimate Lifeform mentally reassured Kotoba that her kindness wasn't in vain, the scientist noticed that the wounds on its body were beginning to disappear. "No way..."
"In return for your kindness, I would like to grant you some of my power. Keep your hand where it is, and I'll soon begin to transfer some of my power to your being."
Kotoba did as instructed, and soon she felt a tingling in her body. Once the tingling faded, she concentrated on the newfound energy within her, and felt wings that she could sense looked like the earlike appendages on Elfilis sprout from her back, and she could see in her reflection that her eyes now matched those of the Ultimate Lifeform.
"Whoa... thank you! I promise to use this power responsibly, Elfilis!"
(to be continued in part 2)
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notwhatiam · 2 years
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Awkward question for the Inside Job fandom: is Reagan... I mean, she’s half-Asian, right? I’m not just projecting? I haven’t seen anyone talk about it, and I can’t make any assumptions based on appearance because she is pixels, but “Tamiko” is definitely an Asian name.
I’m asking as the person who previously made a post about how my life is bizarrely similar to Reagan Ridley’s. I mean, I know that everyone kind of sees themselves in TV shows, but. I’m the daughter of an narcissistic conspiracy theorist, I graduated college at the age of 17, I’m on the spectrum, and I’m half-Asian. It’s kind of tripping me out.
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silkylious · 2 years
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Blurred Lines (Kamo Choso x Reader)
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fandom: jujutsu kaisen
pairing: choso x gn reader
cw: implied jjk spoilers (i mean it's choso, so), angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, unedited, prose heavy. just my usual writing style tbh :P
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Aside from fulfilling his duty as a respectable older brother, not much occupied Choso’s mind. He never really cared for the ongoing tug of war between humans and curses, only siding with curses because it seemed like the most convenient option for him and his brothers at the time. It’s always his brothers first; as long as his brothers were fine, he was fine. Until they weren’t, until he wasn’t.
In hindsight, Choso laments his naivety. As the oldest, wisest, most responsible of his siblings he should have looked at the bigger picture, he should have examined the curses’ motives a second longer before shaking their hands and forming an apprehensive allyship. He should have, he should have. He infinitely regrets the grudge he held against his own brother, though Choso knows better than to dwell over what was out of his knowledge and control. And Yuuji survived, he was alive and arguably well. All’s well that ends well, he thought, his own monotonous voice bitterly reminding him that the end is nowhere in sight. But that’s all said and done, the past is selfish and doesn’t yield to anyone’s whims, and now he has an even bigger responsibility to shoulder, bigger than him and Yuuji and his brotherly conviction.
Choso never really cared for the everlasting tug of war between humans and curses, but now that he and his loved ones are caught in the crossfire of it, he has no choice but to pay attention. Especially when one of the many battlefields is his own soul.
Choso knows what he is. He is not negligent enough to dismiss just how his mere existence blurs multiple lines. He’d just never cared before. He wondered when he started to contemplate the dichotomy of his being, his mind following the traces of human emotion, residuals of undeniably Adamic moments in his limited memory, and he found himself visualizing an empathetic smile he knew all too well.
He first met you at that dingy hideout. You just happened to be at the wrong place and right time to be roped into a game you had no interest in partaking in. A college student struggling to make ends meet, living in a barely inhabitable studio apartment in some shady, secluded building, dealing with parents that never made the first call and enveloped by a lonesome unique to young adulthood; you were the perfect victim. With a frivolous promise to harm your family lest you retaliate from the man going by Getou, and a cold, revolting touch from Mahito, you officially became a puppet on the ringleader’s countless strings. They used your apartment as a rendez-vous point until Getou scouted out the hideout that would act as their quarters from then onwards.
Choso did not know what to make of you at first glance, unbeknownst to him you did not know what to make of yourself. Mahito had forced upon you quite the cursed technique — “a gift to celebrate our new friendship!” he smiled, too much teeth for it to be considered remotely friendly — and you were still grappling with your newfound power. It was brutishly strong, to put it mildly, easily able to take out Second Grade curses and, with enough practice, even First Grades. He saw the swelling delirium in your eyes fester day by day, he chose not to say anything, it wasn’t his business to meddle with, he just watched.
His brothers were sent to retrieve Ryomen Sukuna’s finger. His face remained as neutral as it had been since his reincarnation, but as he was dragged into a board game by Mahito, his fingers gripped too hard at his piece. You sat off to the side, having politely (as politely as you could) refused to indulge in Mahito’s mindless frolics. You had made a habit of staring at Choso, he was the most — only tolerable soul under this godforsaken roof and it was only fair for all the staring he did. It was barely perceptible, the twitch in his fingers, how his mouth frowned a tad lower than usual. It wasn’t difficult for you to guess at what was bothering him, though the idea of him being so hung up on his family’s whereabouts and safety seemed strangely…
Human.
He broke the tiny, red plastic car in his hand.
“My younger brothers died,”
He did not mourn like humans, he didn’t cry or scream or launch out of his seat to hunt down whoever had put an end to his brothers’ short lives or express anything beyond chilling stoicism. But he did mourn. You could see his eyes ever so slowly lose focus, his hand was terrifyingly still, clamped around the remains of the game piece. He did not move an inch from his position on the couch nor did he utter any vows to avenge his own blood and flesh, but you could see the — inevitable, he would make damn sure it was inevitable — demise of his brothers’ murderer etching itself into his face.
Something had changed. You went out of your way to address him when the lonesome of silence was too much for him to bear, comfort him in your silence when the chaos of noise only served to muddle his head even further. Maybe it was the mutual understanding of the sacrifices you both had made for the cherished in your lives, his dedication to his role as the guardian figure, your resignation to a world of horrors and regret and death that you never knew of before, if only to keep your parents alive and blissfully unaware. A budding flower of friendship born from soil of shared adversity, he supposed.
“You know, Choso, sometimes you act so human, that I forget you’re a curse,” you brought your teacup to your lips, wetting your parched throat. Choso uses his words sparingly, you don’t particularly mind carrying the conversation but it did leave your mouth drier than you’d like.
He stared at you, expressionless.
“That is because,” he blinked. “I am half human,”
Your tea went down the wrong pipe, Choso sipped his indifferently.
It was the first time Choso had acknowledged how human he is out loud, and he wondered if that was when it started. Or was it the acts of kindness, of humanity that had preceded that conversation? He was not sure, but what he was sure of is how in touch he was with that side of him in the present time. Maybe he was hanging around too many humans, maybe it was a delusional desire to feel something so pure and untainted and so far away from the malevolence of curses, but he swore his cursed heart beat in tune with your human one when he was chest to chest with you, when you decided you needed to hug him out of the blue. You made him feel so, irrevocably human.
You made Choso wonder about many things, things he had never thought of or bothered to ponder before. He wondered if it was a human thing for his chest to feel tight at the sight of someone, he wondered if it was a human thing for his hands to sweat when you asked to hold them, he wondered what love was, he wondered if love was the curve of your smile or the color of your eyes, he wondered if his damned, unsalvageable heart was capable of love. He wondered if he was in love with you, he wondered if you could ever love him.
His being, his soul, is a blurred line, one he had never felt the need to straighten out, but with you in the picture, you blurred so many more lines that he couldn’t help but be oh, so curious about.
“Choso,” you hummed his name, and he wondered, as he had done a shameful amount of times prior, if that was what love sounded like.
He regarded you with his eyes, and you wondered if he was aware just how lovely his stare was at that moment.
You smiled, all honey and goo and affection and so much more. “I love you.”
Choso realized all his previous definitions of love were entirely correct, and the way you sing your affection to him was just another variation to add to the ever-growing list. And more importantly, he realized he was just as much human as he was a curse, and if you were able to love all of him, for all his mortal and all his unholy, he was just as capable as any other of loving you.
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