#I changed Terra's name

[d144-catzie]

Winter Wasteland and Dried Oil

Prologue: 3 Days

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“Stupid colony! Closet minded toasters!”

Grumbled one of the worker drone. Stomping out from the medical centre after what he could assume a snow pile times in his life, backpack hanging loosely on his back and a scowl on his face.

“Why the hell dad assumed that I have some ‘oh there’s probably a malfunction in your brain, let’s get the docs to fix that’ I’m sorry, braindead, but I’m doing this for us!” the worker drone mocked as he raised two peace sign, folding it added with an old man tone to emphasize his father’s words.

Oh, his name? Vityaz. A geeky rebellious genius. Ace his classes, unfortunately he doesn’t give a milimeter effort to make his future as a worker in WDF, not a single worker drone want to close the distance between him and themselves because who in the right worker drone mind wanted to be close with someone obsessed about the outside and drones responsible for their kind’s death?

Well except…“Yazz! There you are, I gotta show ya something and you’re gonna love it!” Uzi. Another worker drone Vityaz could actually get along with, a rebellious kid and surprisingly got a knack for weapons for someone as young as her.

“Oh, yeah? Surprise me” his navy blue eyes displayed on his black visor gave a challenging look towards the younger girl, who in return gave him a smug accepting look from her neon purple eyes with a smirk, “as always” she responded before leading them towards her room.

Standing in the middle of her room that consists mostly of posters of her favourite anime Uzi manage to pirate, not to mention the purple neon lights similar with her eyes too. There were also post-it-notes pasted by Khan Doorman around the key hanger, those are definitely things that haven’t changed…well mostly the topic and that never fails to make the boy make a dedpanned expression everytime he saw that.

Sighing then tidied his turquoise synthetic hair “doc really need some more training with reattaching hair on my hatch” he huffed before he turned his attention at the purple haired girl shuffling around her room to find a certain paper she kept.

“Do you need help with finding the surprise, Zizi?” Vityaz pointed at every corner in her room awkwardly which he got an “aha!” as a response from the girl who’s now holding a rolled paper.

Uzi unrolled the paper she’s holding and the moment the older boy looked at it, he was beyond surprised to the point he was silent. “So I noticed that your railgun design is kinda inefficient with that big size and I thought about making it more…easy to carry around! And Uzi presents to you THIS!” and she isn’t wrong with her reason.

Vityaz had been working on a weapon of his own the moment he knew about the abilities the Murder Drones have, to the point this geeky boy was so fixated about them more, and him building a weapon was to kill one of them to satisfy his quriosity about their capabilities. Looking at the younger girl’s railgun design left him gaping with amazement, the structure was understandable and smaller in size, just add a little tweak and her design would be a perfect one, compared to his with bigger and complex structure.

“Woah hahah! This is sick as HELL, Uzi…when did you make this?!” he exclaimed as he had his hands on the purple haired girl’s shoulders, his neon navy blue eyes wide in amazement. “The moment you showed me your railgun, I feel like yours was pretty heavy and I told you about making it more easy to carry around. Efficient and deadly to those freaky yellow birds!” she rambled with the same wide eye as him.

If they were humans, they’re sure that their endorphins are triggering lots of positive feelings, but being robots probably had something to do with  “If this place have some weaponry I’m 101% confident that we’ll give those murder drones some trauma so BAD they’ll chicken back home”

“AND not living behind these doors like a coward!” Vityaz added her claim as 101% appeared on his visor.

“Okay, you have shown me your surprise, I guess it’s my turn” his words made Uzi gasp in surprise, “bro, no fair! You always beat me when it comes to this stuffs!” she whined whilst the older male drone could only giggle and pat her head full of purple locks. “Cool your jets, buddy. But seriously, this will fry your circuits!”

Rumaging through his bag after he informed the younger girl about his own surprise as he pulled out a burnt dummy neck, the head was definitely left this world. “A burnt…dummy” he nodded at her question “a burnt duuuummyyy~” he sang while swinging the dummy remains on his hand back and forth, “a burnt duummyy…oh…OH!!” realization hits her harder than the hard reboot.

“The railgun worked?! Those sci-fi movies weren’t lying!”, “yep! This bad boy managed to obliterate this dummy’s head and left nothing! Can’t wait to use it for real…oh wait that’s the problem” the light in their eyes dimmed at the fact that WDF won’t just let either of them go outside.

“Crap…now how are you going to get outside now?! Your dad will 100% say no about what you’re gonna do…or if my dad knows about this he will say double no” the young man let out a long exasperated sigh, gripping his turquoise locks in a frustrated manner.

He abruptly stopped, completely stopped the long sigh and his every movements, except his mouth. A smile slowly creeping its way onto his face, “Zizi…how many more days until Take Your Children To Work day arrives?” said girl opened her mouth only to close it again as she averted her neon purple eyes at any direction, thinking.

Then she snapped her fingers “3 days from now!” he released his grip and neon navy blue locked onto her intently “weekend right?” Uzi nodded and he hisses out a small ‘yes!’ with his fist pumped, as the girl raised a displayed eyebrow questioningly.

“But I thought you hate that day?” her question made him snap out from his little moment, “oh hell yes I do hate that day. The only time Take Your Children To Work isn’t so boring is when I can hang out with my little Zizi” Vityaz sang the last part. Much to the purple headed girl’s whines to stop ever since he called her that, the boy continued “aside from that! I’m gonna commit something crazy!”

“And what is that are you planning to do…?” she asked which the boy answered with two finger guns and a wink “fulfill my bucket list!

3 days from now…”

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Small hammer clangs itself onto the bell rapidly, its ringing resonated in the area, so loud that its inhabitants could cry of joy at the sign.

That the 15 minutes are up

15 minutes, short time yet so many things happened in a flash. 15 minutes struggle. 15 minutes of crying. 15 minutes of constant death. 15 minutes of their game.

“Coast is clear, murder drones out of sight! Patrol team, spread out and find the remaining survivors!” one worker drone commanded a group who start to do as he said. Same could be said with the other similar teams who began to spread out the large area.

“For those who were injured, come here for help!” yelled out the worker drones who carried bandages and tool kits.

“Let me help you with your weapon, you go get rid of those nanites with the aid relief team” another ushered the injured survivor towards the said workers in charge before tinkering with the firearm.

“Wait where’s Sako?!” a drone panicked when the presence of a certain worker wasn’t around but before the others could rendezvous the area, a voice already called out.

“I’m here, don’t worry!” Sako, the mentioned young worker drone came running towards the group with an injured drone who’s in sleep mode, added with a bandaged amputated leg, on her back. “Aid relief team, please treat his leg and donor some oil for him!” said team immediately did as she requested, gently taking the male drone from her back to give him further treatment and gather well worker drones for oil donor.

Seeing the asleep drone being helped just like others who were injured after the game, among the crowd the young girl approached a man with clipboard on hand with a coloured marker on the other. It wasn’t rare to see the man’s harsh look displayed on his visor on these occassions, but this one was  rather…

“Hey pops, any…news about the result of today’s hunt?” grimacing as a response, unlike any other day where he answered his daughter’s question right-away, he only shows her the clipboard. “Aye…they weren’t joking when they said they won’t hold back” her neon turquoise eyes dulled as she murmured.

List of names, veterans and newcomers of the playground they’re in, and many of the names have been crossed out with different colours. Today game’s result was 39 names crossed with yellow marker, looking at the rest of the names only made her feel more uneasy “do you have more addition to be crossed out?”

Turquoises displayed on her visor immediately turned into two wide O’s as she stumbled on her own words, before finally stabilized herself  “quite much actually, but let me get this quick…

…Theo, shredded with drill. Leia, clean cut at the neck and taken to the spire. Allen, multiple nanite wounds on the body. Chip, oil loss and fatal wounds on vital points. Mari, damaged systems because of fall damage. Pac, mutilated with laser gun. Dell, caught in an explosion. Zipp, burnt beyond repair…” and as she went on and on about the corpses she encountered at the area in search for survivors while she’s at it, she only grew more and more anxious.

“Added with what you mentioned…that would be 51 companions departed from this hunt” he grumbled as his neon lime eyes furrowed while crossing out the mentioned names.

But turning at his daughter who has her face hanging low in a depressing manner. He softened his glare and patted her ginger coloured locks “I’m unsure that I’m worthy of becoming the lookout for the team if this keeps happening, well you can’t just see the dark side everytime you do your job, kiddo” he quoted words Sako said back in first day joining the team.

“It’s not always easy and I get that” he continued but didn’t get any response from the younger drone. Averting his attention towards the drone she came back with, Mac, before turning back to her with a small smile tagging on his face “you know…I’m unsure myself if I should take your mom’s role in the resistance but you wanna know what I do when I’m not so sure?”

Now this time the young female drone glanced up at him to see a little childish mischevious grin displayed on her father’s face before facing away, holding back her giggle that’s about to errupt.

“I double down!!”

Erruption of giggles came from both “still into that stupid show?”. He drew circles on her back as she looked up at him and he chuckled in return “hey at least it was funny…better now?” at his question, the gingerhead nodded slightly, anxiety slowly diminishing.

“Josef, we’ve retrieved the survivors and remaining corpses” The said man turned away from his daughter to the voice approaching him, the leader of the patrol team and the squad itself trailing behind, supporting the survivors and carrying large bags with corpses inside.

The small father-daughter moment was cut off. Josef cleared his throat and faces Sako who gave him an understanding nod, ‘I’ll be waiting at home, best wishes’ is what the girl probably said in silence before making her way to one of the buildings where they live, and seeing his daughter finally entering their home, the man’s neon lime eyes went back to its furrowed state, continuing his job.

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“Today’s game was a haul!”

A voice boomed and echoed in the building walls, empty, aside from the three drones. “Yes, a haul, AND…compared to the previous games with them we got bullets in our eyes and one stab on the visor” Other voice came but compared to the boastful and loud, this one gave off a witty yet capricious tone.

“So it’s a win-win?” Another one asked, but this time it was rather chipper and has an upbeat impression. “For amusement? Yes. To stay thrift? No” Answered the owner of the capricious voice, adjusting his cap on his silvery locks before going back to gluing a drone’s neck back to its body while humming.

“But we could stay thrift for other times, with these many sentient toasters we got today, our oil reserve will help us stay alive for a week…at least” His subordinate muttered the last part doubtedly, “K is right actually, it’s also part of our job ordered by JCJenson” The other surbodinate popped up behind her companion, K, to support his statement.

But seeing their leader not responding in any way, the female put down a trinket in her hand and took a step slowly, “your concern isn’t about the overkill today or being thrift isn’t it, G?”

SLAM

His response was…not what both of the subordinates expected.

Big crack now decorated the previously smooth wall. G dropped the worker drone corpse as his fist was formed into a tight clench. Calm complexion now morphed into one that would be called irritation or grudge. Previous yellow circles now replaced with a huge yellow >< as a deep scowl adorned his face.

“So what, S?! The hell’s with our job if we have no clear orders!” He yelled, his fist trembling at how much force he put into. K and  S have large O’s displayed on their visor at their leader’s sudden outburst.

A loud exasperated sigh left his lips as he faced the building’s floor, “sorry…didn’t mean to yell in front of your faces like that” The leader apologized. G’s eyes glitched back to its previous circles that displayed a regretful look. “You alright there?” K approached the slightly slumped male with a hand in attempt to check on him.

But in return, G only raised a hand and it instantly stopped the short bob cut male as he retracted his hand. Looking up, which he may have composed himself, he stated “can’t get the message to stop clowning around out of my head” With an mocking emphasis in his tone.

“Still with that, huh…since when we’re clowning again?” the girl has multiple question marks on her visor, arms crossed in a questioning manner. “So far we only did what they said. Crackers! We’re even one of the top teams” another sigh came from G as a response for K’s statement.

With furrowed expression, the leader of the squad exclaimed “but that doesn’t change the fact that they literally called us clowns” in a stern tone.

“Tomorrow until before the game starts, we’ll hunt colonies and stray worker drones while also taking the strong ones for our playground” G twisted his hand that was used to punch the wall, going back to his personal work of polishing and fixing the worker corpse as he usually claims to give it a ‘beautiful’ send-off.

While the other two who now have composed themselves, S let out a small wistle that caught his attention “can I ask something about no clear order?” Asked the girl of the squad. “That’s a question answered for another time” The disassembly drone stopped at what he’s doing, standing up as he turned to his subordinates, his braid swished to his back.

S and K listening intently as G concluded his order for his members “we’re going to up our game, I was satisfied with today’s result in all honesty and I hope this keeps going” A mad smile crept onto his face, sharp fangs protracted.

“3 days before our next hunt. 3 days before this neverending winter will be filled with fresh oil”

#Murder drones #murder drones oc #winter wasteland and dried oil #d144.writes #Hey look I'm alive again #I changed Terra's name #SHe's Sako now

[selineabanto]

really fond of the huntlow tangled au 🌸🌱

#originally posted this in dec 2022! #ik hunter is usually rapunzel in this au but i couldn’t stop thinking how perfect the nose joke and name change works for hunter #also willow’s parents as rapunzel’s parents #ppl have suggested terra snapdragon as gothel and i can see that #the owl house #toh #huntlow #toh fan art #hunter the owl house #willow park #the owl house fan art #digital art #selineabanto art

[illyrilex]

Final Fantasy VI's Tina Branford, because I felt like doing something for the 30th anniversary of my favourite game ever. *Reference pose courtesy of AdorkaStock

#Final Fantasy VI #FFVI #Tina Branford #Terra Branford #I hate the name change okay #"Fanart

[quantum-cat]

Enterprise: S01 E06 Terra Nova - MALCOLM REED ICONS

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#star trek enterprise #ent s01 e06 terra nova #malcolm reed #dominic keating #ent icons #ent s01 #i forgot my tagging system; i think i was using ste before which kinda goes against what the fandom uses :0 #gonna have to go back and change that because i don't like it anymore #it's also been a long time since i've made or posted anything #things are rough out there #edit: why did no one tell me I spelled his name wrong TT

[soup-scope]

the constellation that vega’s namesake is apart of is Lyra the Harp

Said harp being the one Orpheus was gifted by Apollo

Now theorize.

#we heard bits and pieces about the demons namesakes from a previous elliot vid #but i’m just like 🤔🤔 #but also #this is related i swear #i read a theory on here that gavin is trans #because the og star name is vindemiatrix which has a feminine #and -ix is a feminine suffix #while vindemiator #-tor is a masculine suffix #so mayhaps gavin just swapped his name to the masculine equivalent but still ended up choosing a name that felt more ‘him’ on terra #could also be why he dislikes having to change his form 👀👀 #cause he chose ‘this’ one and it’s the one he feels the most comfortable with #trans gavin supremacy #smooching his face rn #anyways vega #i just think the myth about #losing someone you love and losing them all over again sort of representing vega is smth to think about #redacted asmr #redacted audio #asmr boyfriend #boyfriend asmr #redactedverse #redacted vega #vega

[babeyterra]

potential name options i can see for school-girl-things-change terra

& my reasonings why

1. sierra, means ‘mountain’ kinda earthy (also sounds like terra in a semi-non obvious way)

2. sienna, means ‘reddish brown’ (same ordeal as sierra)

3. hermione, means ‘earthly’ (terra’s also 100% a harry potter fan)

4. eve, means ‘to live’ (second chance at life core)

5. sarah, means ‘princess’ (links to terra’s princess background)

6. lily, means ‘rebirth’ (very simple/common name i can so see terra being spontaneously asked her name and in a panic this is the first thing she says)

7. brynn, means ‘hill’ (nature theme, also B for brion is what i think of as well)

8. halle, means ‘heroine’ and ‘rock’ (yeah i think we can all see the connections)

9. elle, means ‘she’ (essentially just means girl/female which idk is so striking in a terra sense as she becomes simply just a girl. no one special just a normal average girl in the crowd) i also like this option as it can be sort of like shortened/a nickname for rochelle which means ‘little rock’

10. holly, after the butterfly ‘holly blue’ (in my head terra is lowkey a butterfly nerd i can see herself giving a name based on a butterfly)

#i somehow have never thought about the name options for things change terra until now #i probably can think of more names later but im acc so tired #teen titans #terra #tara markov #terra markov #things change

[poisonouspastels]

out of all my time brainstorming for the Minecraft AU never did I think one of the thought processes I would have is "the moon is made of glowstone"

#ITS NOT LIKE THAT IN AU CANON #i mean i guess it could be it wouldnt really change anything #but i was kind of thinking abt how in MC the sun and moon ALWAYS orbit the world at an exact distance parallel to eachother #and i was like. why is the moon still lit up then. it would always be eclipsed by the world but then I Realized #this is like “the moon is made of cheese” but for minecraft people #needless to say its not actually like that in the au and i imagine their world is just a parallel of Earth #like the geography isnt the same but 1 moon 1 close sun yknow #i dont think they have an actual Name for the planet theyre on either like its not called Earth #everyone in this generation just calls it the New World and thats less of an official title and more of a descriptor in use #which is more funny when you realize nothing about this world is new. we're on like. civilization 5 by now AT LEAST. #but its fine let them have their thing #idk maybe they could call it an earth equivalent. like Terra or something #the “er” ending theme in the naming schemes makes me wanna not do that tho #Nether. End(er). FUCK IS THAT WHY THE AETHER MOD IS CALLED THAT? #anyway #i mean Terra does work perfectly fine i have no major gripes with it outside of that. maybe that's what Groda's generation called it #shrugs

[penny-anna]

GROUP CHAT: COVEN HEADS

GRAYE: alright folks I hate to do this via Penstagram but in the absence of any other channels of communication, here we are.

GRAYE: who's not dead. Sound off.

SNAPDRAGON: still kicking

GRAYE: Terra darling, good to hear from you! feared the worst when you weren't in the puppet show with the rest of us

SNAPDRAGON: oh believe me it wasn't a mercy

MASON: I'm here

CUTBURN: I am alive

GRAYE: good to hear from you both

WHISPERS: Adrian.

GRAYE: Ugh. Whispers.

DEAMONNE: I'm here with Eberwolf

GRAYE: Typical. Has anyone seen Vitimir or Osran?

MASON: last time I saw them they were puppets

GRAYE: ah well

GOLDEN GUARD: hi gguys

SNAPDRAGON: oh come ON

GRAYE: ugh seriously? the world ended and nobody took the chance to off the brat?

GOLDEN GUARD: greatto hear you/re not ded either adrian

GOLDEN GUARD: belso gave ti his best shot but i^m still here

GOLDEN GUARD: gus porter says hi

GRAYE: ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

DEAMONNE: watch it Graye the kid's with me

SNAPDRAGON: hahahahha you've changed your tune Deamonne, I thought you couldn't stand the brat?

DEAMONNE: Terra so help me I've had a very difficult day

MASON: the Golden Guard's still alive?

MASON: where have you been?

GOLDEN GUARD: human realm

GOLDEN GUARD: long stgory

CUTBURN: What were you doing in the human realm?

GOLDEN GUARD:

"selfie of Hunter & Luz throwing up peace signs to the camera with a Penstragram filter that makes it look like they are both wearing sunglasses.jpg"

SNAPDRAGON: well I guess that tracks

GRAYE: how is it that after everything that's happened I'm still finding ways to be surprised

*GOLDEN GUARD's nickname was changed to HUNTER*

GRAYE: Hunter?

HUNTER: yeah taht's my name

GRAYE: excuse me

MASON: I know this might not mean much but I'm glad to hear Belos didn't kill you

HUNTER: thanks you too

HUNTER:

"extremely blurry selfie of Hunter & Gus pulling faces at the camera with Darius just visible drinking coffee in the background.jpg"

CUTBURN: Oh, you meant the boy's literally with you?

GRAYE: was anyone going to tell me the Golden Brat's name is Hunter?

WHISPERS:

"equally blurry photo of Hunter & Gus taking their selfie, Darius clearly visible.jpg"

SNAPDRAGON: where are you people

HUNTER: hangin out

GRAYE: seriously did everyone else know the Golden Guard had a name this whole time

HUNTER: di d you htink belos never gave me a name?%

GRAYE: well when you put it like that it sounds dumb doesn't it

WHISPERS: I mean I wouldn't put it past him

VITIMIR: Good day have I missed anything

HUNTER: hi;

VITIMIR: Who is this Hunter individual

HUNTER:

"photo of Eda the Owl Lady shooting finger guns at the camera.jpg"

VITIMIR: what in the world did I miss

HUNTER:

"photo of Hooty staring directly into the camera.jpg"

VITIMIR: WHAT HAVE I MISSED??

#the owl house

[avocado-writing]

notes: I did a lot of research for this and yes, the manuscript I reference is a real thing. I didn’t put its name in though because that felt a step too far 😂 set in the light, the dark, and the spaces in between after ch3 so hope that’s ok! requests like this give me life.

relationship: aziraphale x immortal!reader x crowley

rated: G, pure fluff

word count: 1.4K

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You’re the one who makes the tea. 

That’s because you’re the only one who changes how you have it: sometimes you fancy a chai, or a green tea, or a lapsang souchong. Sometimes with sugar or a little bit of milk, sometimes with neither, sometimes with an oat alternative. It changes. You’re human, you go through phases. 

But Aziraphale and Crowley? Nah, they’re creatures of habit. Despite the angel’s wide and experimental palate he’s oddly rigorous when it comes to his cuppa. For him, it’s loads of milk and four sugars, drowned to the point where it could hardly be called tea any more. Crowley likes his black and strong and nowhere near anything that could affect the taste. You wring the teabag tortuously into his mug with a teaspoon before grabbing all three servings and heading into the shop. 

You put yours down first, on the side next to the book you’re currently reading, then hand your husbands theirs. They both take them from you in the same way, the way they have done for centuries now, a domestic ritual: accepting the mug you offer and then your hand, pressing a little kiss of thanks and affection to the back of it. 

A heartfelt  intimacy just between the three of you. 

☕️ 

“Hurry Crowley, it’s starting!”

“Yes, yes, alright angel, hang on.”

“We won’t hang on and we’re not pausing it. Not a threat, just a fact,” you call into the kitchen. A couple of seconds later, Crowley emerges from the kitchen with three wine glasses and a bottle of Pinot Grigio. 

“I’ll be mother, then,” he mutters as the other two of you barely take your eyes off of the telly. You’ve got your legs slung over Aziraphale’s lap and he only takes a break from stroking your knee in absentminded, loving circles to take the proffered glasses from his husband, one for himself and one for you. Crowley plonks down the other side of Aziraphale and throws his own legs over him too, the two of you playing footsie for space across his plush thighs. Eventually the three of you find a comfortable pile and settle in. 

“Another ten weeks of torture begins,” Crowley says as the Bake-off theme ends and the show starts. You nudge him with your toe. 

“You don’t have to watch it with us,” you tell him. He harrumphs but doesn’t argue because, really, of course he’ll watch it with the two of you. It makes you both happy. 

🍞 

Your work is as a consultant for museums around the country, which is a fun way of saying you get paid a lot because you know a lot. But mostly, you only know a lot because you’ve been around for a very long time. So whenever a shard of pottery or a scrap of clothing needs dating they call you to come and put its history into context. 

Also, for the bigger museums, it’s a chance for you to smuggle out the stolen artefacts and return them to their country of origin. You consider it a hobby, a bonus perk of the job. 

You’ve set up this exhibition. It’s for pottery around the end of the Roman rule in Britain, stuff you’ve found and identified around the country on archaeological digs. You lead Crowley and Aziraphale through, discussing your findings in detail, before you come to a small, surprisingly intact, terra sigillata oil lamp. It sits on its own, spot lit. You asked for it that way. 

“See this? I made this. Over a thousand years ago,” you tell them, quietly, gently putting your hand to the glass of the display case. Aziraphale and Crowley take a careful look at the engraving on the object. It bears the profile of a man, and with the sharp cheekbones and little glasses there’s only one person it could be. 

“Oh, Nightingale. It’s lovely,” Crowley says, surprisingly touched. He wraps an arm around you and buries his face into your hair. 

“You could say I’ve held a flame for you for a long time,” you say, and grin. Crowley groans. 

“Did you put my face on a lamp just to keep that pun up your sleeve?”

“Maybe.”

🔥 

You next return to the museum when you pick up that Aziraphale is jealous. He isn’t jealous often but he’s pants at hiding it, and it’s not hard to guess why: he’s just seen that Crowley stuck with you for such a long time you put his face on a piece of bloody pottery. You’d probably be a bit put out too. 

So for a couple of weeks you throw yourself into your work to find the thing that will make it even. And you do, even though it takes a lot of overseas bargaining and promises to do some pro-bono work. 

You finally get the museum in America to agree to send it over for a showing. You arrange a special exhibition specifically for this, where it’s held behind a huge glass case in a dark room with only a small light on it. 

But you get special access because, well, you’re you. So you sneak Aziraphale and Crowley in one night and walk into the display room, wearing a face mask and a pair of protective gloves. 

There it sits: the Canterbury Tales. One of the oldest versions in the world. 

“Oh, this is wonderful!” Aziraphale gasps, peeping over your shoulder to inspect. “I can feel the adoration coming off of it in waves. This was a labour of love, wasn’t it?”

“Yes. I’d let you have it for the shop if I had the power. But I think they’d notice if I shoved this one down my top,” you sigh, scanning the pages for what you’re after, then stop dead when you find it. 

“Here. Look.”

You point to one of the illustrations, a mounted rider on a beautiful white horse. Aziraphale takes in a quiet breath and draws closer. Because just as plainly as you put Crowley on your oil lamp, you drew your angel in the Canterbury Tales. Curly hair, pink face, beaming smile. 

“Oh my,” he whispers. You stroke the little picture and remember toiling away over painting it, repeatedly wiping your brow to make sure your sweat didn’t smudge your work. 

“I put you in all the copies I could get my hands on. And you,” you turn to Crowley, “your face is probably buried on my pottery in a dozen dig sites across the UK. I’m just saying I’ve loved the two of you since the day we met; always have, always will.”

Your husbands look at each other and then at you, before as one they step forward to embrace you. 

“And we’re lucky to have you,” Crowley whispers in your ear, as Aziraphale kisses your cheek. Their hands meet at your back and they interlace their fingers with each other, you wrap your arms around them and stay like that for a moment; three working parts of a whole. 

They kiss, and then they kiss you. You feel warm and rosy. Then you spend the evening reading through the book from beginning to end. 

📖 

You keep your wedding ring on a chain around your neck at work. Not because you’re embarrassed that you're married; far from it - it’s far too precious to risk losing while constantly taking protective gloves on and off all day. So you don’t blame your colleague for asking you on a date. He’s young, fresh out of uni, and of course has no idea you’re old enough to be his grandparent forty times over. 

“That’s very kind,” you tell him, and his face falls because he knows where this is going, “but I’m already happily married.”

He sighs in embarrassment but manages to recover quickly, instead telling you: “they must be someone special to have you.”

He’s doing the polite thing by not assuming the gender of your spouse but it turns out “they” is right on the money. On cue, Aziraphale and Crowley walk through the door to pick you up at the end of your shift. You wish your colleague goodbye and go to meet them. 

“Evening, darling,” Crowley calls. 

“How was work, my love?” Aziraphale follows up. 

“Oh, fine. I’m tired now. And hungry. Can we go and get dinner?”

You link an arm through either of theirs, heading out into the London afternoon. 

“Ooh yes, that is a good idea. I quite fancy fish and chips!”

“Let’s go to that spot round the corner. They make their own tartar sauce. Crowley, are you getting your own chips or nicking mine when I’m not looking?”

“The best tasting chips are the ones you steal.”

“Oh, he doesn’t even deny it—!”

Your colleague watches you leave the building, a little dazed, and supposes it takes all sorts to make a world. 

Taglist: @angiestopit @dazed-soul @idontmeanto @smile-eywa @staygoldsquatchling02 @underratedboogeyman @specter-soltare @candlewitch-cryptic @cool-ontherun-world @emilynissangtr @willbedecided @cool-iguana @bdffkierenwalker

#crowley x reader x aziraphale #good omens x reader #ineffable husbands x reader #crowley x reader #aziraphale x reader #Request #fic: the light the dark and the spaces inbetween

[moodymisty]

Author's Note: Inspired by this post. You can blame all of the unhinged horniness there for this unhinged horniness. Someone there put the idea down as space wolves or Luna wolves and I chose Luna wolves because @bispecsual gave me the brain rot. And since I'm a massive masochist, I write.

Relationships: Like five unnamed Luna Wolves/Fem!Reader

Warnings: Vaguely NSFW, Very hornily charged bullying, Astartes are very curious and grabby, Demeaning speech, Just imagine you're that one girl on the couch in the meme surrounded by massive dudes but those dudes are 8 foot tall genetic abominations, Gangbang implications(?) my warning tags are getting weird as fuck

To the Luna Wolves, serfs are a new idea- a curiosity.

But after their good deeds upon a planet of little known renown and placement in the galaxy, a few of their population offered to serve them.

Before them, most serfs were primarily stationed on Terra, and on Luna Wolves ships instead those roles were given to low ranking tech priests, or penal labor. Even then however the Astartes saw them rarely, until now.

Some of the newly conquered planet offered sons as aspirants, of which they eagerly accepted. The Luna Wolves have been eager to grow their numbers now under Horus’ leadership.

Others, older and ablebodied, offered themselves to serve as serfs.

Many Luna Wolves can't remember the last time they've seen a normal human for more than a few moments, ushering them to safely into a Stormbird or pushing them from a firefight. Or seeing their corpse flung on the far reaches of a battlefield, out of sight and mind.

In their brief periods of reprieve from battle, it's now been a struggle for their captains and lieutenants to keep their men on task, now that serfs scurry around them completing various tasks. Particularly for the youngest marines among them, it's been a constant to stop them from reaching towards the serfs, interrupting their sanctioned duties.

They will get to you once finished with your brothers, is what the current quartermaster on duty or Astartes captain says. Though haste to have their armor cleaned or bolter clips loaded isn't the thing on their mind, but instead an almost dog-like curiosity.

But after their superiors leave, they always end up crowding around you again. These astartes have barely seen baseline humans in decades, let alone a woman.

It's suffocating.

You were nothing on your home planet. Insignificant. You’d hoped joining them would bring you purpose, something to be proud of. And to get off the planet that had you feeling so trapped. And while you got your wish, in a way the thing trapping you had merely changed form.

They have you cornered in the armoring room now; Like Wolves. You went from trapped on that no name planet to trapped by five different astartes. Your palms feel hot and sweaty, but not as hot as your face.

“You’re so small, you’re going to get lost on the ship,” One says.

He grabs for your chin and holds it for a moment, forcing you to look into his grey eyes. they're stoic, but you can see he's enjoying something about this. Though he allows you to shrink away and out of his grip, looking downward at their chest armor. Or anywhere else that isn't their faces.

“Or trampled,” Says another. The one who spoke previous gives him a sour look before passively aggressively replying.

“We’ll make sure that doesn’t happen.”

One who hasn't spoken yet has his top armor removed, his lower half unpowered. He was training, using it as dead weight. Training concluded blood now drips down from his nose and lips but is mostly dried, partly covered healing bruises. If he looks like this, you can't help but wonder how his opponent looks.

It’s distracting.

You don’t know if it’s some sort of illness or insanity from being locked in this ship for so long; It makes him look more attractive. You hope to whatever deity or god or whatever exists out in the stars that he doesn't notice you’re staring. That he doesn't notice the way your heart is pounding in your chest and what feels like your cunt as well.

He does. As do the others. You can't kid yourself and think that with their hearing and smell that they haven't noticed that you're boiling alive, and that your body is screaming fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me-

“He won. Out of one hundred men.”

Your gut twists and the marine behind you laughs quietly. It's deep, enough so that you swear you can feel it in your chest. You would squeeze your thighs together for some relief, but you don’t think you can without stumbling over.

“She likes the winners. Looks like you’re out.” He gestures to a fellow marine that gives him another sour look. You briefly wonder what he lost at to deserve such a jab.

“I should return to my duties,”

You meekly say, hoping to remove yourself from the embarrassment and scurry away to another quarter of the ship.

One of them blocks your path and traps you from leaving, picking you up by the armpits and holding you before putting you back down between them all. It's like you weigh nothing to them, and that they can simply jostle and swing you around like a toy.

“I’ll tell your quartermaster you were helping us.” He jerks his head in the direction of a marine clad in only the casual clothing they wear out of their ceramite. Now the focus of your attention he rolls his shoulder, and you can see the muscles of his neck and around his collarbone flex.

You swallow a knot in your throat that felt like it was going to choke you. Your hands clench tight, nails sharp against your palms. You're going to have a heart attack, you swear it. Tears well in your eyes but they don't break your waterline just yet, from sheer will alone. If any of them say another word, call you cute, small, soft, that you smell so sweet, you swear they’ll roll down your cheeks like a waterfall.

“He wants you to put on his armor. The others are always so rough, you’re so gentle with those little hands.”

The marine reaches for you, and in your back step you stumble and accidentally bump into the one who hasn't spoken at all; Just watching and sitting. You stumble over his massive armored boot and end up falling into a sit on his thigh, legs parted over it. His massive armored hand comes to grip your waist, to keep you from falling over. It covers a good portion of your stomach in the process.

You’re so tightly wound just the simple pressure alone is enough to have you clamp a hand your mouth to avoid letting out a moan that would kill you right then and there, if you weren’t already dead. Your knees quiver, toes just barely touching the ground. His massive height makes it impossible to fully stand with his thigh between your legs.

You know they can smell the way you’re leaking and staining your underwear, hear the way your heart is racing like it's going to explode. You’re half afraid you might make his ceramite thigh plate slick.

You can feel their eyes on you. They look at you like you’re food thrown to a pack of starving wolves.

One suddenly steps forward, and pushes his battle brother out of his way with a harsh slam of ceramite on ceramite before undoing the latch his belt.

“I go first.”

#Sevatar daddy bully me until I c- what who said that #space marine x reader #warhammer 40k x reader #reader insert #reader #mywriting

[vague-humanoid]

When I stepped into John Roe’s apartment early last December, slipping off my boots at the elevator that opens into the home, it wasn’t immediately clear that people inhabited the space, let alone a child. The four-bedroom, four-and-a-half bath Manhattan residence looked like a showroom. In the living room, a white minimalist couch with no arms confronted two white bouclé chairs. White couch, white lamps, white walls. Even Roe’s wife, Cherry, wore white. Charlotte of the Upper West Side has no dust, she told me—unlike the couple’s previous home, on the sixty-second floor of the Four Seasons Private Residences. Above my head, gentle classical music issued from invisible speakers.

Roe, a ruddy Asian man who wore a pink polo shirt tucked into khaki pants, is the developer of this nine-story brick and terra-cotta building, named after his daughter. His goal, Roe said, was to create the most immaculate and sustainable indoor environment possible. He obtained a Passive House Institute certification, which recognizes when buildings minimize the energy used for heating and cooling with airtight seals and insulation. (Such measures can decrease energy consumption by up to 90 percent.) To reduce residents’ inhalation of volatile organic compounds, Roe employed nontoxic building materials. Indeed, the star of Charlotte is its air. Each unit sports its own Swiss-engineered ventilation system, called Zehnder. On an iPad, Roe showed me the app that gives residents control over what they breathe.

The building’s approach to filtration is undeniably sophisticated. The air in each unit isn’t shared with any other. Outside air is brought in, filtered, treated with an ultraviolet-C light that kills 99.9 percent of pathogens, and completely changed out once per hour. Circulation can be boosted or slowed. Most apartments with similar systems recycle the air every four to five hours a day. “We were thinking, if we’re already going to build a Ferrari, then why would we only give it a 200-horsepower engine?” Roe said. “Let’s put a 1,000-horsepower engine into it.” The quadruple-layer, triple-paned windows feature museum-quality glass and are generally opened only for cleaning. Otherwise, you’d let in air far dirtier than what’s circulating inside.

At night, when Roe’s family is sleeping, it “smells like you’re camping, because the fresh air is getting pumped in at such a rapid rate,” he said. You know the air is good, he told me, because the hydrangeas last. Typically, when cut at the stem and arranged in a vase, the delicate flowers wither and droop in a few days. In his apartment, the blooms will stay perky for nearly two weeks.

@karpad @ubernegro @redstarovermoundcity @socialistexan

#they are literally creating personalized environments removed form the damage they are causing the world

[rheya28]

♥ Hi guys, today we are building a beach inspired by luxury resorts around the Caribbeans. This beach includes a pool, a bar, changing rooms, seatings, and a small stage.

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♥ Lot Details:

Lot Name: Sunrise Beach

Lot size: 40x20

Location: Tartosa

♥ MODS:

TOOL MOD by TwistedMexi

♥ CC LIST:

Note: I have all parts of any sets in this list, so I highly recommend you guys dl them since I frequently use them in all my builds!

Awingedllma – Boho Living

Joyceisfox – Cruel Summer

House of Harlix – Orjanic , Bafroom, Harluxe, Livin Rum, Orjanic, Kichen

The Clutter Cat – Sunny Sundae

Harrie – Spoons, Coastal

Pierism – MCM

Sixam – Stylish wood Fancy Dining, Boho Bathroom, Stylish wood Cozy Guestroom,

CharlyPancakes – Modish, Dinna, Modish

Caiocc – Cozy Setup

Felixandre – Fayun, Kyoto, Shopthelook, Florence, Grove

Max20 – Garden at home, Happily Ever after, Poolside lounge pack

Rusti.co Living – Kaiso

Myshunosun – Luna Bedroom, Sol Kitching, Gale Dining, Midsummer eve garden

Peacemaker – Hamptons, Hinterlands, Terra Tiles

Pierisim – Aunti Vera, MCM, Oak house, Winter Garden

The plumbobsociety – Rustic Romance

Sforzinda – Clutter EP10, Clutter EP13

S imagination – Cottage Kitchen

Taurus Design – Lilith Chilling Areas

Tuds – Rope Lounge, Wave

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#thesims4 #sims 4 cc #showusyourbuilds #scenery #ts4 #sims 4 beach #builds #build

[writing-reference-redux]

I felt like sharing my collection of Latin phrases that may make good fanfic or fanart titles or inspiration. Some of the translations may be off, so you might want to double-check them before use. Also, I used capitalization liberally so you might also want to check where capitalization is actually indicated.

Ab Intra (From Within)

Acta Est Fabula (The play has been performed)

Acta Sancti ___ (The Deeds of Saint ___)

Ad Undas (to the waves / to hell)

Advocatus Diaboli (Devil's advocate)

Aegri Somnia (a sick man's dreams / troubled dreams)

Alea Iacta Est (the die has been cast / point of no return)

Apologia Pro Vita Sua (defense of one's life)

Caetera Desunt (the rest is missing)

Cedere Nescio (I know not how to yield)

Damnatio Memoriae (damnation of memory / denying someone ever lived)

De Nobis Fabula Narratur (their story is our story)

Decessit Vita Patris (died before their father)

Diem Perdidi (I have lost the day)

Dies Tenebrosa Sicut Nox (a day as dark as night)

Dolor Hic Tibi Proderit Olim (some day this pain will be useful to you)

Dulce Est Desipere In Loco (It is sweet on occasion to play the fool)

Dum Vivimus, Vivamus (while we live, let us live)

Dux Bellorum (war leader)

Ex Umbra In Solem (from the shadow into the light)

Festina Lente (hurry slowly)

Fortis Cadere, Cedere Non Potest (the brave may fall, but can not yield)

Fui Quod Es, Eris Quod Sum (I once was what you are, you will be what I am)

Graviora Manent (heavier things remain / the worst is yet to come)

Haec Olim Meminisse Iuvabit (one day, this will be pleasing to remember)

Hic Mortui Vivunt (here the dead speak)

Hinc Illae Lacrimae (hence those tears)

Hodie Mihi, Cras Tibi (Today it's me, tomorrow it will be you - of death)

Iacate Et Scire (Be still and know)

In Ictu Oculi (in the blink of an eye)

In Somnis Veritas (in dreams there is truth)

Inter Spem Et Metum (between hope and fear)

Lapsus Memoriae (slip of memory)

Luctor, Non Mergor (I struggle, but am not overwhelmed)

Lux Ex Tenebris (light from darkness)

Media Vita In Morte Sumus (In the midst of our lives we die)

Memento Mori (remember that you will die)

Memento Vivere (remember to live)

Morior Invictus (I die unvanquished / death before defeat)

Mundus Senescit (the world grows old)

Nemini Parco (I spare no one - death)

Nitimur In Vetitum (we strive for the forbidden)

Non Ducor, Duco (I am not led; I lead)

Non Omnis Moriar (I shall not all die / part of me will survive beyond death)

Nunc Scio Quid Sit Amor (now I know what love is)

Oderint Dum Metuant (let them hate, so long as they fear)

Omnia Mutantur (everything changes)

Onus Probandi (burden of proof)

Opera Posthuma (posthumous works)

Ophidia In Herba (a snake in the grass)

Pax Aeterna (eternal peace - a common epitaph)

Primum Non Nocere (first do no harm)

Pulvis Et Umbra Sumus (we are dust and shadow)

Quis Leget Haec? (who will read this?)

Quod Periit, Periit (what Is gone is gone)

Res, Non Verba (deeds, not words)

Respice Finem (consider the end)

Scientia Et Sapientia (knowledge and wisdom)

Seculo Seculorum (forever and ever)

Sed Terrae Graviora Manent (but on earth, worse things await)

Si Vis Pacem Para Bellum (if you want peace, prepare for war)

Sic Infit (so it begins)

Sic Vita Est (such is life)

Silentium Est Aureum (silence is golden)

Sine Nomine (without a name / author unknown)

Sola Dosis Facit Venemum (the dose makes the poison)

Solvitur Ambulando (it is solved by walking / simple tests find solutions)

Stamus Contra Malum (we stand against evil)

Succisa Virescit (cut down, we grow back stronger)

Sum Quod Eris (I am what you will be - of death)

Summum Bonum (the supreme good)

Summum Malum (the supreme evil)

Sunt Lacrimae Rerum (there are tears for things)

Sunt Omnes Unum (they are all one)

Tabula Rasa (blank slate)

Transire Benefaciendo (to travel along while doing good)

Tu Fui Ego Eris (I was you; you will be me - of death)

Ubi Amor, Ibi Dolor (where there is love, there is pain)

Ultima Forsan (perhaps the last / sundial quote "perhaps your last hour")

Usque Ad Finem (until the end / fight to the death)

Vi Et Animo (with heart and soul)

Victoria Aut Mors (victory or death)

Vincit Qui Patitur (he conquers who endures)

Vita Ante Acta (a life done before - of reincarnation)

Vivere Militare Est (to live is to fight)

Vox Clamantis In Deserto (the voice of one crying in the wilderness)

There are also some longer ones that may not make good titles because of their length, but are still worth inclusion:

Aut Simul Stabunt Aut Simul Cadent (they will either stand together or fall together)

Flectere Si Nequeo Superos, Acheronta Movebo (if I can not reach Heaven I will raise Hell)

Forsan Et Haec Olim Meminisse Iuvabit (perhaps even these things will be good to remember one day)

Igitur Qui Desiderat Pacem, Praeparet Bellum (therefore whoever desires peace, let him prepare for war)

In Regione Caecorum Rex Est Luscus (in the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is king)

Minus Malum Toleratur Ut Maius Tollat (choose the lesser evil so a greater evil may be averted)

Quem Deus Vult Perdere, Dementat Prius (whom the gods would destroy, they first make mad)

Ubi Sunt, Qui Ante Nos Fuerunt? (Where are they, those who have gone before us?)

Virtus Junxit Mors Non Separabit (that which virtue unites, let not death separate)

#words #writing #writing reference #title suggestions #latin #latin words #latin phrases #writblr #writers on tumblr #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #fanfics #fanart

[gayelderstourney]

OLD MAN YAOI BRACKET ROUND 1

Propaganda:

Fiddleford McGucket/Stanford Pines:

lab "partners" who broke the laws of physics and nature together but it went horribly wrong and one of them got stranded in alternate dimensions and the other wiped his memory so hard he went mad. 30 years later and they were finally able to reunite during the apocalypse. even though both had changed so much they wanted to forgive each other and move forwards

if fiddauthor isn't real then why is there only one bed in the bunker. if fiddauthor isn't real then why did they go stargazing and talk about wanting to start a family. if fiddauthor isn't real then why "my partner" and "my fiddleford". if fiddauthor isn't real then why does fiddleford subconsciously hang out around the shack decades after he stopped living there. if fiddauthor isn't real then why does ford have dreams about him every night. if fiddauthor isn't real then why did fiddleford leave his son and his failing/failed marriage to go live alone in an isolated cottage in the woods with his best friend from college. if fiddauthor isn't real then why is ford's ideal world one where he gets to work with fiddleford for the rest of time. if fiddauthor isn't real then why "life would be a nightmare without them" and "it's the most meaningful thing in the world". if fiddauthor isn't real then why did alex hirsch change that one scene in the book to sound less gay. if fiddauthor isn't real then why did fiddleford make his laptop password ford's name. if fiddauthor isn't real then why did they hold hands while hugging. if fiddauthor isn't real then why "i could have sworn that as he joyfully played, i could see the age lift off his face, and see the fiddleford who had been my friend so many years ago". IF FIDDAUTHOR ISN'T REAL THEN WHY DID FORD'S MORE HONEST RETELLING OF THE PORTAL SCENE FEATURE HIM GENTLY CRADLING FIDDLEFORD IN HIS ARMS

Xehanort/Eraqus:

they had a divorce scene where xehanort blasted eraqus in the face with no remorse which permanently left a scar and in the novels when he sees xehanort again (who is literally lying and manipulating him in the given scene) eraqus like. tenderly and lovingly smiles and touches his scar like WHAT

First of all. Eraqus is going gray but doesn’t look insanely old but as proof of age I’d like to say that he’s very close to Xehanort in age in Dark Road, the prequel in which they are teenagers, and Xehanort in the main time frame is extremely visibly old and was included in Retirement Home Rumble so Eraqus probably just aged extremely well. They’re trauma bonded through all their friends getting brutally murdered back when they were teens and the two of them were the only survivors (Dark Road was MESSED UP). I’m not sure if they entirely qualify only because they’re like the super divorced elder gays here but they’re definitely old men and definitely yaoi (noncanon but their end in KH3 was so so gay) so I’m submitting them anyway. Anyways the plot of Birth By Sleep was a weird divorce struggle between these two estranged lovers in which Xehanort manipulates Eraqus’ kids in a weird darkness plot because he went evil mode without his husband around to stop him. They have a decent amount of material being gay as their younger selves but that’s not what’s important here WHAT’S IMPORTANT HERE IS THE END OF KH3 when Xehanort’s evil plans were almost finished and then Eraqus appeared out of his basically-son Terra’s hair as a ghost. And talked it out like some kind of mid-battle relationship counseling. Then they put their arms around each other and Xehanort accepted defeat/death/whatever and they just??? faded into sparkles??? smiling at each other??? after like 11 games of buildup to this final battle??? They’re so Divorced Old Men Yaoi your honor

I hate these bitches but nobody does old man yaoi divorce like them. Inseparable "pals" until the tragedy happened, eventually sending them on two separate paths. Eraqus worried that xehanort would fall to darkness, refusing to see that he already had. Xehanort pushed all his feelings away, trying to see eraqus only as a tool for his goals. Xehanort literally stabbed eraqus in the back, killing him. Eraqus forgives him.

in birth by sleep eraqus is voiced by mark hamill and xehanort is voiced by leonard nimoy so in a way their friendship turned enemyship turned always still cared abt each other represents the love/hate relationship between star wars and star trek fans

they’ve been best friends since they were young, Eraqus just pointedly ignores how blatantly evil and DarkTM Xehanort is and then Xehanort murders Eraqus, then later they just casually move on to the afterlife together??? listen I want to shred Xehanort apart with my teeth but these old men are so incredibly gay for each other it’s insane so I HAVE to submit them

#polls #round 1 #tournament poll #gay elders tourney #gravity falls #fiddleford mcgucket #stanford pines #fiddauthor #kingdom hearts #xehanort #eraqus #xehaqus

[sehnsuchts-trunken]

Something with Riven from fate, like its first day of school and everyone get to know each and there is this pretty y/n thath turns out to be Ric's girlfriend which no one from winx expected.

Just a little thought 😅. But feel free to do anything you want.

I really do like this, and since I will be hyperfixating on fate again anyway, already am almost, let's go

also I changed your prompt up a little, because I liked this idea better, but hopefully you can still enjoy it as I did!

"So, you're from where, exactly?" Aisha tilted her head to the side and smiled, but you were still nervous enough that you grabbed onto your books until your knuckles turned white.

"Your hair looks really pretty, how do you get it to look that healthy?", Terra interrupted before you could answer, also grinning, but only making your anxiety even worse. You smiled again nervously, readying yourself for the answer to her question, before Stella butted in.

"Why are you transferring in the middle of the year, anyway?"

You bit your bottom lip, your books daring to slip out of your hands, forcing you to hold them even tighter now. You had arrived here maybe an hour ago, gone into the headmistress' office, taken all your new books with you and made your way to your dorm, and been stopped by the girls you'd be sharing it with in the middle of the hall before you could even take two steps further.

"Guys", Musa sighed, and your eyes snapped to where she was leaning on the railing next to you. "Give her space to breathe. She can't answer any of you if you talk over each other."

You smiled gratefully at her and she smiled back, which lifted the weight on your shoulders a bit, and the ache in your chest and the one in your stomach just the slightest as well.

The others mumbled their sorrys, still all eyes fixed on you.

But then you heard your name being called from the other side of the hall. And for the first time since you had got here, you turned without pondering what everyone else would think of you. A huge grin spread on your face.

"Riven", you breathed.

He was coming towards you, quick and smooth, and his arms were around you almost a second later, and you saw his smirk for just the blink of an eye before his lips were on yours.

He kissed passionately, he always did. But he also kissed slowly. Deliberately. He kissed like he wanted to savour every moment, every touch, every single time.

When he pulled back, he was chuckling. He pressed a kiss to your jaw and one to your neck before you managed to open your eyes again. And even then you were blinking hazily up at him, waiting for another kiss and another and another. Usually, he never stopped. But you supposed this wasn't usually.

Oh.

Oh, no this was not usually. This was "standing in a hallway in the middle of a new school and snogging your boyfriend". Oh, wow.

The blush that spread on your cheeks was one comparable to barely any you'd had before. You turned back around quickly, biting your lip, then realising that was probably the wrong thing to do, so you let out - something, yeah, some kind of sound. Not a word, definitely not a word. But something indeed.

Bloom was the first of them to recover. She raised her eyebrows and looked at you, then at Riven, then back at you.

"So when we did that introduction thing, you simply forgot to mention you were dating- him?"

Her tone was teasing, but still laced with confusion and shock, so much that she could not hide it. You chuckled, that nervous tingle raising in your stomach again.

"I didn't know it was that important", you muttered, almost choking on your own words as Riven slid his arms around your waist from behind and rested his head on your shoulder. You knew just from his gesture that his grin was unmatchable in this moment. It normally made your chest swell with pride, but right now, your anxiety had the upper hand.

"I just- I can't believe you are dating him", Bloom went on. "I mean, we don't know you well yet, but you just seem..."

She trailed off, obviously not wanting to hurt your ego. You bit your cheek.

"Different?", you offered. She nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, people are always surprised", you admitted.

Riven started planting kisses on your neck, working his way up to your jaw again. You kicked him in the shin, but he only chuckled into your ear.

Bloom looked disgusted, but her expression was nothing against Musa's. Who looked like she would vomit in a second.

"Riven, that's fucking repulsive", she complained, straightening her back and already taking a step back. Heat rushed back to your cheeks. Well, you were doing a fantastic job at a first impression.

"Not my fault you're reading my fucking mind", Riven countered. You scoffed at him.

"Yeah, we're still gonna leave you guys to it", Aisha interrupted. Even she was looking somewhat put off. "Uh, introductions have been made, and you've got some days to settle in so- just. Please keep to his room. We have a strict no boyfriend rule since some... things happened."

You noticed the look she gave Musa and had to hide a smile despite your embarrassment. The friendship these girls had - you thanked whatever gods there were for being put right in the middle of it. You already had taken a liking to the lot of them.

They said quick goodbyes and left, chatting and waving at you until they rounded the next corner.

"Riven, you bastard", you laughed when they had disappeared, turning around to him, pushing your books into his arms as he grinned at you.

"I love you so much and I missed you more than you could ever imagine, but couldn't you have waited five more minutes instead of interrupting me? I have to live with these people for quite a while!"

He only chuckled and pulled you back in with one hand, holding your books in the other, kissing you as you raked your hands through his hair and cupped his cheeks and crossed your arms behind his neck and lost any sense of time or place you'd had before. Yeah, you were indeed dating him.

#winx riven x reader #fate riven #riven winx #riven x reader #winx riven #ftws riven #fate winx saga #x reader #winx #ftws #fate

[mx-pastelwriting]

Kinktober Day 24: Lingerie

Yondu Udonta x GN! Reader

Summary: Dressing up for Yondu's early day off of work.

Warnings: Smut, No Sex, Yondu loving what he sees

Kinktober Masterlist

Minors do not interact!

Turning in the old mirror in your shared bedroom, trying to get a good picture of the lingerie that hugged your body, finding it at a Terra shop on a planet that's name is in a language you could speak thanks to your human tongue.

Though you found it a joyful place as the boys ran around the planet, leaving the store to catch your eye, going in to find something to remind you of earth, spotting a new-looking human lingerie, there was no way in leaving it; you bought it at a low price and brought it to the ship. You knew Yondu would be off early, dressing up, intending for the night to be long.

The sound of the ship's door opening, turning your eyes to it, Yondu stopping in his tracks with the door shutting behind him as his mouth opens slightly in awe, scanning your body, taking in every inch of thin fabric and skin that showed.

"How was work?" you ask, looking at him through the mirror and smiling at his perfect reaction. "Fuck work, look at ya," he says, moving closer as if ready to pounce. "Yeah, what about me?" Stringing him along, wanting to hear the extent of the effect.

No words are needed to tell you anymore as his arms warp around, holding tightly, then kisses plant onto your shoulder with his sharp teeth lightly skimming along, making goosebumps rise.

Tilling your head, welcoming him in by placing your arms on his while happily swaying, but he changes mood, pushing up against you, feeling his excitement, telling your plan had worked.

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