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judeswhore · 10 months

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fluff alphabet; jude bellingham

summary: fluff alphabet

pairing: jude bellingham x fem!reader

notes: you can find my masterlist here. u ask, i deliver🤭u can find the smutty version of this here

A = Affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show affection?)

so so so affectionate it’s sickening to other people but it’s ur favourite thing abt him. he loves hugs and kisses and holding hands and just touching u in general. will randomly come up to u in the house or while ur out w family/friends and wrap u up in the tightest bear hug for no reason other than he wants to love on u. you’ll be talking or just minding ur own business and suddenly he’s smothering ur face in kisses, gripping ur cheeks and just attacking u with his lips and his excuse will just be “cant help it, just so pretty baby”. and saying that he’s so affectionate w his words too. always telling u how gorgeous u are, how nice u look today in those clothes or just randomly compliments u when ur laying abt in the house bc he just needs u to know and never wants u to forget

B = Baby (do they want children?)

so so badly. he has baby fever more than u probably. he always sees his older teammates w their children and it sends him into a spiral bc even tho ur both pretty young he cant wait to start ur own family. he can never concentrate seeing u with children bc it’ll send his mind into overdrive and he’s always telling u how excited he is to finally have kids. probably has a lot planned out already such as how he’d wna decorate their rooms and his favourite names and the two of u probably talk abt it a lot. especially at night when it’s dark and it feels safe to whisper abt ur future together. just snuggling into him and whispering abt which names u like the most and whether they’ll be more like u or more like him and if u should paint their room blue or pink or yellow. i think his favourite thing to do wld be to plan a future that involves kids

C = Cuddles (do they like to cuddle? how would they cuddle?)

he loves cuddles!!! more than anything bc he’s such a big softie and just likes holding u/likes to be held. loves a tight bear hug!! just wraps u up completely in his arms and squeezes, rocks u a little and it’s so comforting to both of u. loves to cuddle in bed too even when ur not sleeping. he’s watching tv and ur reading but he’s on top of u, head on ur stomach while he’s got his arms wrapped around u

D = Dates (do they prefer flashy or casual dates?)

bit of both and it depends on the mood. he adores showing u off and spoiling u rotten so he’ll book expensive restaurants and buy expensive wine and food bc u deserve the best of everything. but bc of his fame sometimes he wants u to himself where u can’t be interrupted or bombarded by fans. so he youse will have a casual cinema date tucked away in the back of the theatre and then eating fast food in ur car parked up in the car park. or just date night at home, just the two of u. cooking dinner or ordering take away, watching movies and smuggling, just super quiet and low key

E = Emotions (are they an emotional person? are they good at expressing themselves?)

we can all agree he’s pretty emotionally mature and he wld be in ur relationship. if something was upsetting him or he wasn’t happy w something he’d tell u bc he’s been taught that talking is always the best way to solve things. he is pretty emotional but he’s not one to hide it, he’ll tell u when he’s sad or when he’s happy and he worn try and hide any of his feelings from u bc he wants u both to be open abt that stuff and there for each other. sometimes he’ll turn to the silent treatment but it wldnt last very long mainly bc he cant cope not talking to u but also bc he realises that it’s stupid and he misses u. he can be very stubborn at times tho so even tho most of the times he’s great at communicating his emotions the odd time his age will really show and his stubborn side will come out. that’s usually what leads to the silent treatment but again it never lasts that long especially when he sees u looking all snug in his hoodie on the bed and he just need to cuddle u. he’d mutter a little apology w kisses and you’d talk it out

F = Feelings (who caught feelings first?)

HIM. he knew u was in deep the second he met u, stumbling over his words and getting all embarrassed, trying to be funny and failing bc he was so nervous. but after a few dates he’d know for certain how much he liked u. making him work for it a little bit and refusing to date him for a while and that just makes him fall for u more but from the get go he likes u so so bad. always flirting, always complimenting u, talking abt u none stop to his family and his friends. he’d talk abt u so much to his mam that she’d know u so well before the two of u even met. him being the one to catch feelings first he’d also be the one to initiate ur first kiss bc he just can’t wait any longer and then after he’d be a giddy little mess and wld have to kiss u again. and again. and again. until ur both giggling and u have to hold him at arms length

G = Gentle (how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

he’s a baby and a gentle soul in person no matter how angry he gets on the pitch. he’s always so soft and careful with u (unless u ask him not to be) bc he’s aware of how much bigger and stronger he is and he doesn’t wna hurt u. always holds u carefully and kisses u softly until ur demanding more and then ofc he’s complying but if it’s not one of those situations he’s always so gentle with u. he’s always reminding u he loves u too at any given moment, even if ur in the middle of an argument and he can’t leave without making sure he says it

H = Honesty (do they share everything with you?)

yes. ur the first to know anything abt anything bc ur the first person he thinks to call or text or go home to. no matter what it is he tells u, whether it be gossip from the team or his friends or news abt his career he tells u it all. even bad stuff, he shares all of it with u bc he knows you’ll sit and listen and will offer advice if he needs it

I = I love you (who said “i love you” first?)

so even tho he caught real feelings first u were the one to say “i love u” first. saying it after one of this big matches and ur just so so proud of him and the second he’s in front of u u dive at him, wrapping urself completely around him and going on abt how proud u are and then slipping in that little phrase and jude wld think he’d misheard at first. he’d pull away and set u back on ur feet and ask u to say it again and ur smiling so bright at him, taking his cheeks and kissing him so softly while repeating it and he’s just so overwhelmed bc maybe he’s been wanting to say it for a while but he’s been a little scared but now he’s not holding back. smothering ur face in kisses and in between them he’s saying he loves u. just so sweet and cute and neither of u are focused on people around u

J = Jealousy (how jealous do they get? what do they do when they're jealous?)

i feel like he’s very confident in ur relationship and how much u love him so he usually doesn’t get jealous bc he knows if anyone’s coming on to u ur not interested and wld brush them off immediately. but sometimes he can’t help himself, usually if it’s his friends or teammates that have a thing for u bc to him that’s crossing a line. he doesn’t really do anything too drastic, usually just a “subtle” reminder that ur his. will usually wrap an arm around ur shoulder or waist or pull u in for a quick kiss, just something to say “yeah she’s mine u can stop looking now”. it sometimes makes him a little pouty but ur always quick to kiss that away and send him a smile and a reminder that u love him

K = Kisses (where do they like to kiss their partner? where do they like to be kissed?)

loves loves loves giving forehead kisses!!! will just cup the back of ur neck and then dip his head to press his lips to ur forehead. sometimes he’ll linger for a little while and you’ll feel him smile and it’s honestly the cutest thing. does it all the time. to say hello, to say goodbye, to say he loves u, just bc, while he’s laughing over something you’ve said, to placate ur jealousy, as a way of making u feel better if u sad, literally will kiss ur forehead all the time and for so many reasons :(

he likes when u kiss his jaw bc it makes him all fuzzy inside and u often do it before kissing him properly so it’s like a build up. just slowly kissing his jaw until he’s all impatient and then finally slotting ur lips over his and he’ll give this quiet little hum of happiness every single time. also likes when u kiss his thighs, not even in a sexual way (although he does love that). just laying w ur head on his thigh while watching tv or scrolling on ur phone and then you’ll just turn ur head and pepper his thighs in kisses just showing them so much love and he always gets a stupid grin on his face bc he thinks it’s adorable

L = Little ones (how are they around children?)

oh he’s an absolute angel we all know this. is so happy to be around children no matter what, will talk to them, play w them, teach them little football tricks if they ask like he’s just the sweetest and u adore it. if u have little neices/nephews or siblings he’d love being around them, like wld wna babysit all the time and wld have the best time and they’d love him. the way he is w children always makes u broody and he always teases u abt it and jokes that all the babysitting now is to prepare u for future little bellingham’s

M = Morning (how are mornings spent with them?)

some mornings he has to leave before u and if that’s the case he’ll be so so quiet while getting ready and then wld leave with a little kiss on ur head and wld text u immediately after leaving the house to say he’s left and good morning and he loves u :( but if ur able to spend a morning together it’s usually relatively slow. neither of u are morning people so it’s usually quiet, sharing soft kisses and muttered “good mornings” while still tangled in the sheets bc u always take forever to finally get up. when u do u brush ur teeth and everything in silence, jude occasionally squeezing ur hip or nudging u softly in a little loving way. making breakfast together and he’s behind u, arms around ur waist to cuddle into u while u talk quietly abt what ur gna do that day. it generally is just slow and loving and quiet but that’s how u like it

N = Nights (how are nights spent with them?)

SNUGGLES!!!!! nighttime routine together first tho, whether that be showering together or wtv and then doing ur skincare (forcing him to do the same as u bc u wna keep his skin beautiful) before getting ready for bed. he always always puts ur pjs in the dryer while ur doing ur skincare bc he knows u like them to be warm. either snuggling on the sofa w blankets or in bed to catch up on a show ur watching together and he’s got u tucked up against his side, head on his chest and he’s stroking ur arm and ur head and soothing u to sleep. it’s always so slow and soft bc usually u don’t get a lot of time together during the day so nighttime is for the two of u just to relax and bask in each other’s company

O = Open (when would they start revealing things about themselves?)

i feel like it’d take a bit of time at first, not like loads but he’d definitely be a little hesitant at first revealing certain things bc he’s still so unsure if he can trust girls given his fame :( but from the very start you’d make it clear u aren’t interested in any of that and it wldnt take him long to realise and he’d trust u a lot more than he does a lot of people even early on. he’d like u so much from the very first meeting so as soon as he’d figured out he could really trust u he’d have no problems spilling things abt himself, even the most embarrassing of his secrets

P = Parents (do their parents like you?)

oh god yes. like more than they like him and jobe. u and his mam are practically best friends and u always do things w her without jude. always shopping and going out for meals or going to spas and she’s always calling and texting to see if ur okay and jude’s always like??? “hello i’m here too” and she’d just brush him off bc ofc he is but she needs to know how ur feeling today. being just as close to his dad and u and him always bullying jude bc he’s always showing u old baby pics that u can use against ur boyfriend

Q = Quizzes (how much would they remember about their partner?)

every. single. thing. from the very first time u spoke to each other bc he’s been down bad ever since. like remembers things u told him on ur first date and ur like??? how is that even possible. always remembers if u say u like something, even in passing, and then wld get that thing for u and wld act so casual abt it but it means the absolute world to u. being at dinner w friends and they’re offering drinks/food and before u even know what’s going on he’s all “no she doesn’t like that, she’ll have ___ tho” and it’s the exact thing u wld’ve chosen and it makes u all giddy inside how well he knows u

R = Remember (what is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

the first time u went to one of his matches. he remembers being so nervous at first to have u there, tucked in w his family, bc he wanted to impress u and wanted u to see how good he was (as if u didn’t already know🙄). but the second he spotted u he was so giddy, grinning so bright and just wanting to kiss u silly bc u looked so pretty in his shirt. you’d told him that morning that u knew he was gna score bc u could feel it, joking u were a good luck charm and he did score dedicating the goal to u and feeling so happy abt how shy u looked when he pointed ur way. after the match he’d gone and pulled u into a hug and kissed u like he’d been wanting to all match and he’ll never forget ur smile and all the praise u threw his way. u did that after every match following, no matter the outcome, always telling him how proud u are but nothing wld beat that first time

S = Sad (how do they like to be comforted?)

loves back and head scratches :)) if he’s feeling down he doesn’t even really need to tell u bc u can just tell, letting him know he can talk when he’s ready while coaxing him into bed or onto the sofa. he likes when u let him lay on top of u, face tucked away in ur neck ur while u gently graze ur nails over his back and shoulders or over his head :( like i said early he’s good at talking abt his feelings so after a while he’ll eventually tell u what’s wrong bc he knows how good u are at giving him advice or just cheering him up a little bit he won’t move from that position even while ur talking so you’ll spend a good chunk of time just slowly rubbing over his skin until he’s ready to move

T = Try (how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

he deserves a medal for how much effort he puts into the relationship. even tho he’s a busy boy he still makes sure he’s treating u right. dates are always planned to perfection no matter what they are. he always goes all out on anniversaries and bdays, books time away to ur favourite places as a surprise and buys u the sweetest gifts, often new pieces of jewellery bc he just likes spoiling u. even just day to day he’s so attentive and sweet. leaves little notes on the mirror or fridge if he leaves for training before ur awake, gets ur coffee and breakfast ready so u don’t have to rush when u do wake up. will sometimes bring home ur favourite snacks or something if he’s passed a shop bc he knows the thought alone will make u smile

U = Ugly (what would be some bad habits of theirs?)

he’s a boy and is sooooo messy and doesn’t clean up after himself. definitely leads to arguments when he leaves dishes out or leaves his clothes all over the floor. but then he’ll just flash u that charming smile and give u a kiss and a sickly sweet apology

V = Value (how valuable is your relationship to them? is it a top priority?)

absolutely it’s a top priority. he knows he’s busy and his career means ur apart a lot and he knows that can be difficult but he never lets u think he’s putting that before u. he puts so much effort into making sure u know he loves and appreciates u even if u haven’t seen each other in a while and he’s always inviting u to events and matches so he can keep up w his career and while not neglecting u or ur relationship. if you’ve been apart for a while bc of matches he’ll make sure that as soon as he’s free again u have all his time even if that’s just spending the day at home together

W = Wedding (do they see themselves marrying you?)

yes 100%. he thinks abt it all the time. probably more than u (he’s a massive romantic okay idc). he’s definitely talked to urs and his parents abt it, urs more so in passing as tho looking for approval (which he was given immediately) but w his mam especially he’s talked abt it a lot. he’s looked at rings online a couple of times trying to find which ones he thinks u wld like the most and you’d already told him ur dream destination and he’s looked into it. he’s more than ready for when the time actually comes and ur both ready for the next step. BUT i feel like he’d wna have kids first bc he wants to see them as little flower girls/page boys like nothing wld make him happier than marrying u and having ur children there to see

X = Xylophone (what’s your song?)

mardy bum by arctic monkeys. jude’s always teasing u abt how moody u are sometimes (especially on ur period) and whenever u get in a real mood w him he’d gotten into the habit of playing that song or singing it to u and most of the time it’ll make u laugh, usually bc his singing is so awful. he likes singing it really loud with u in the kitchen even when ur not in a mood, spinning u and dipping u until ur both giggling and almost falling over. mardy bum is also one of his nicknames for u bc of ur love for the song

Y = Yearning (how do they act when they miss you?)

calls and texts u constantly. i’m talking bombards ur phone until u answer and it’ll be w the most pointless messages but u adore it bc u love knowing he’s thinking abt u. he’ll send u updates on what he’s doing, what he’s eaten, pics of things that remind him of u, memes, tiktoks, random “i love u. i miss u” texts. also always asks if u can fall asleep on facetime together sometimes bc he doesn’t wna stop talking to u :( like he really is a big softie. definitely sends u lots of flowers when ur apart w cute little notes attached like “these r pretty and they reminded me of u” he turns into the biggest mush when he misses u

Z = ZZZ (how do they like to sleep)

loves spooning!!!! either big or little he doesn’t care. prefers little spoon after a bad match/bad day bc he likes u to hold him and he always feels safe and loved like that :( but also loves to be big spoon so he can just wrap himself around u and hold u tight, always gives u little shoulder kisses like this while he tells u goodnight. moves abt a lot in his sleep tho so youse never wake up like that the next morning. but he also likes falling asleep w his head on ur chest!! locks his leg around urs and snuggles against ur boobs and asks u to stroke his back or scratch his head and he’ll fall asleep almost immediately bc ur so comforting and cosy to him

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scary-lasagna · 3 months

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Hello, my friend! Hope you have a good day, just wanted to know if i could ask for a scenario for some yanderes (proxies or ej) with an s/o that has...wings..like angel wings and she can actually fly like birds. IDK it came in my mind and it just seemed..cool? Anyway you're writing is amaizing. Keep it up 🤍

Please ignore if you don't want to tho. (excuse my english also)

Yan!Masky

His precious little angel.

However, this one will not be flying anytime soon.

With satin rope, your wings burned greatly with the pressure of your shoulder blades scraping together.

No, no. Because if you flew away, he would never be able to catch you again.

But maybe one day, you hoped quietly. Maybe one day he would let you go. Your wings were yet to be clipped, so that glimmer of hope will always be with you.

You weren't sure who he was, or what you did to deserve this, but you were only thankful he hadn't killed you yet.

He barely talked, only grunted whenever you slipped out of place, followed by rough grasps and dragging you to where he wanted you to be.

And your living conditions could be worse, instead of an old creepy, and damp basement, you were allowed to stay in what looked to be a living room.

The wood planks lining the floor and walls of the tiny cabin, more so of a shack, looked too old to breathe the wrong way. But even being aged with time, they did their job protecting you against the elements while the masked man was away. The only furniture was a a beaten couch with a sheet thrown over it, and a worn-down chair that he sat in.

The satin rope didn't leave welts on your skin, and thankfully he was kind enough not to change them. But still, your beauty had been tampered by your tears, and the masked man was not happy with you for it.

Your wings were tied, and your hands held firmly behind your back with the same ribbon, the rope connected to your feet, and completed in a pretty white bow.

He never hurt you on purpose, but you suspected he simply needed company. Deep down, you had a feeling you'd die in here. If one day he left, and never returned, there was no hope to escape this place, and he knew it. Even if you managed a way out, the only way out of the forest is miles upon miles of walking considering your wings were bound.

The door clicked, and you were met with his icy stare. No hi nor hello as he approached you, kneeling

Masky had no heart to be mean to you, not after you've been so good for him.

"Good evening," You managed a smile. He nodded in response, and placed a gentle pair of knuckles on your chilled cheek marked with tear stains. He used the same hand to pull a can of ravioli out of his cargo jacket.

How nice of him. You thanked him and placed a kiss on the nose of the mask. He seemed satisfied and left to heat your can of pasta on the gas stove.

Maybe one day...

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oncewhenalongtimeago · 2 months

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"sorry, I think I lost your plot."

Have you wondered if mc could tame her own dragon? Like, Hiccup overhearing our mc that she wished (jokingly) that she has a dragon. He took that too seriously, and now thinks that it's another way for him to show that he likes her. It's just a suggestion tho :DD

Sorry, but I Think I Lost Your Plot pt 23

Pairing: Onesided!Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III x Modern!Fem!Reader

Words: 1,645

You conversate with the village.

Tags: Time Travel, Reader into Movieverse, half-fill

You listened to the chittering of Terrors in the air, the village both slightly cold and yellow and sunny.

Your sleeves were not nearly as rolled up as they should have been as you dunked your fist into the water, drowning a light furred tunic under the suds.

There were the water chutes now, but for heavier loads or for the ones who wanted to indulge in a more social hour, the well was best.

You were actually doing your laundry this time, you guessed you should clean your own clothes in a more personal setting.

Your muscles ached from where you sat by the well on a short stone wall, recently built and very quickly worn until it looked old, or at least until it lost it’s new look, where most of the women tended to do their laundry.

Your hands tended to shake more while doing your laundry, and you were definitely soaked to the bone, though you were reasonably practiced, you being built with much less muscle than the rest of Berk’s inhabitants, who tended on the worst days to look like they’d spent their whole life on steroids.

You’d just earlier come back from another task at the Ingermans’. You had to come up with a dictionary for Mrs. Ingerman, but you didn't have the paper.

While Fishlegs had definitely taken after her, she’d come out of her shell just to start bragging to the rabble over it. It being all the words you’d been eager to share when you’d spent time in her hut.

You wondered how she would feel if she knew she was going wild for the first time over a language that technically hadn’t been invented yet; at least not the form of it you knew.

She deserved to have a moment to shine. You weren’t sure she had much else to brag about, not that she would in any average circumstance.

She spent a lot of time not speaking, being very quiet and timid when the other women were around.

You might have had some paper, but you couldn’t remember where you put it. You tried to recall; You knew you’d left a few coins on top of your desk the other day. The coins had been gone the next day. Had there been anything else on it? Would lined paper be fine?

You probably had your notebook, still. The paper was very thin, though. And water-damaged. You hid your things from home under the floorboards as your landlords had gotten more fervent.

You exhaled, sticking your tongue out as you realized the whole bottom half of your smock had been soaked. That’s what you got for using a basin a few sizes too large. You didn’t even have enough clothes to fill it.

“Lass, there’s no use pondering over what the folks in the high houses do any more than you need to, unless you want to be dragged into their mess.”

You startled as you were brought back to awareness and glanced to your side, where from the voice came, “How’d you know I was thinking about that?”

Her voice was one you’d become quite familiar with; raspy and deep and very, very blunt. She was a familiar woman, the same as the one of the ones you’d met in the hall that day; the other woman in trousers.

She’d come down in a long skirt which felt uncharacteristic until she’d hiked up her sleeves and sat roughly down next to you with her own laundry.

Her frame was large and heavy and she used it to her advantage, hunching over with her legs on either side of her basin, working her clothes like a practiced meister or a well-oiled machine.

She was absolutely vigorous with it. The faster she was, the faster she got it done, as she said, and firmly at that.

She sighed, “It’s written all over your face.”

She was very, very cool. And she let you use her soap.

Your unofficial blonde laundry partner also spoke with a slight drag, though she had an accent that was also sort of different from the rest of Berk, that verged on something more formal, like yours.

You wondered where she got it from, sometimes.

While the class divide on Berk was very, very small, as always, there were still certain privileges and things that were reserved for the Chief’s inner circle.

The lady who took you in was very well-to-do, with a desire to breach past Berk’s middle class yet without the means or battle prowess to do it. She had an obsession with the houses by the Chief’s hut and an infatuation with the Chief that could rival Mrs. Thorston herself, and she insisted you learn the Norse language the same way that the Riders did, apparently. Or at least how she guessed they did.

Her husband seemed a bit irritated by the whole ordeal but you weren’t really inclined to care as long as you had a roof over your head.

“Really?” You asked, wrinkling your nose.

“Really,” She confirmed gruffly as you got back to your basin. There were only about three more articles of clothing left, the rest hanging on the side of your bin. It was a repurposed barrel, all uneven planks held together by a few rusted metal rings.

The Chief was really different; he adapted the voice of the people, which they liked a lot. You thought it sort of admirable, in a way. You were also pretty sure he was just born with it. He didn’t seem like the kind of guy to have ever spoken in anything but the voice he had.

Of course, Hiccup had his own thing going on, which you had to say was charming in its own right.

You liked it.

“-That’s the difference between the folks with dragons and the folks without. We’re more perceptive,” She looked at you consideringly, “The Dragons have softened them up some. You’ve never been as tough, but you’re getting there.”

You didn’t really keep up with any of the hustle outside of that, but you did pick up bits and pieces. You guessed there was some sense in what she was saying -of course there was, you knew that much already- but you usually didn’t care about that kind of thing at all. But-

“Ow,” You insisted expressively, looking at her indignantly, “I’m not-Being soft isn’t bad.”

She grunted, waiting a moment before she continued, very focused as she ran a particularly thick glob of fabric down her washboard, obviously ignoring you, “-You just need to get a little more meat in you; Unless you want to tangle with the Chief’s son, but then I suppose you’d need a lot of muscle to deal with him.”

“What?” You asked, sitting upright, leaving your laundry to float aimlessly in your hands for a moment as she took the time to shoot you a skeptical look of her own.

“He’s great-! I-he- I don’t know what you’re talking about,” You flushed, clumsily wringing out the end of what you recognized as one of your ‘undergarments’ or whatever you were supposed to call underwear. You wondered if it would be appropriate to punch her on the shoulder or something, Astrid style.

You wondered what you were even doing down here, furrowing your brows grumpily even as your ears burned.

“You’re a working woman; grow some spine,” She raised her brow at the fabric you’d been twisting weakly for the past few minutes, “You haven’t noticed?”

“I have a lot of spine!” You squealed as you laid them against the side of the basin. You’d deemed you’d been wringing them out long enough and not because she was looking at you like that at all. You were brash in your own right.

You furrowed your brows, mourning as you glanced at your clothes.

You wish you could wear your modern clothes sometimes, but they weren’t built to take the abuse that the clothes on Berk took. They already had their fair share of holes from your first few months on Berk.

“You haven’t thought about getting a dragon of your own?” She asked tiredly.

You wondered if she was trying to say something.

You shook your head ‘no,’ squinting at her and trying to figure out what she was getting at, “A dragon might be useful?”

Or not.

Realistically, any dragon around Berk could probably find food on its own, but watching the other Vikings feed their dragons while you were left unable; you weren’t sure how to feel about that. It was probably only why every other Viking picked up dragon riding.

No, you were good as you were.

She leaned over her basin, arms dipped into the sudsy water, keeping a thick fur firmly underneath, looking like she was drowning a large brown cat. And then she stayed there, in that position.

“I-” You tried to glean any hidden meaning from the look on her face as you grasped for the next garment, your hand reached at nothing for a long moment before it hit something soft.

But then she looked at you, and then looked behind you. And then she looked again.

It sort of reminded you of the way you’d seen your schoolmates glancing at each other, the kind of look people shared when there was something important or scandalous they were trying to signal at behind them, except your laundry partner didn’t seem particularly awed or mischievous or scandalized.

It took you a moment to get what she was getting, figuring that your analogy might not have been so off the mark after all, before you turned with a sudden ferocity, arms dragging in the water and spraying some back towards the well.

You turned just quickly enough to catch the tail end of a totally-casual-not-stiff-at-all-completely-handling-it Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III.

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jarofstyles · 2 years

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Don’t Worry, Darling

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Warning: misogynistic talk, outdated ideals, (nothing wrong with wanting to be a housewife if YOU wanna be one tho my angels)

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She had woken up before him. The new sunlight breaking into the room as her cheek laid warm on his chest, one arm around her as he slept soundly. Her husband.

It never got old waking up next to him. How warm he kept her during the cool nights, how he would subconsciously tighten his hold on her whenever she moves, his sleepy whines and pouty face whenever she tried to leave the bed, his smothering of kisses all over her sleep flushed cheeks. It was a luxury. Today, she woke up before him. A rarity, considering his job at the office paired with the fact he was a naturally early riser.

She took some time to observe him. The slope of his nose, the tiny sparse freckles. The scar near his eyebrow, which the origin story made her giggle under her breath. The tiny tiny wrinkles of his smile lines, a smile she loved so much it physically hurt. The sleep swollen pout of petal pink lips that she craved. A man like him having a mouth like that was both a blessing and a curse, because she swore she couldn’t go a day without it’s pecks and… other talents. The carving of his jaw and his cheeks, both of which she deemed unfair. It was like he hogged all of the beauty in the world and got to keep it all to himself. She loved the slight stubble coming in, dramaticized by the new morning light. The warm hue covered the side of his face, the peaceful early hours showcasing a man at peace. A man without worry. A man only she got to see.

It was incredibly difficult to drag herself out of bed with that view, but she wanted to be good to him. Spoil him, because he certainly had the night prior. The jello like feeling in her thighs only proved that as she walked to their bathroom nude. He was a perfect lover, a frequent one. It made many of their friends jealous considering their newlywed rose colored glasses didn’t seem to be coming off even 2 years into their marriage.

Y/N let the damp washcloth glide over her face to wash the remnants of sleep from her, letting her hair out of the low bun she had haphazardly thrown it into the night prior after their marital activities. Harry always knew how to tire her out. The smile grew on her face as she saw the makings of a love bite gracing the swell of her breast, dark and bold. Her dress would cover it, sure, but it would be a reminder for both of them of the words he had uttered over and over again last night as he finished inside of her.

“You’re mine.”

She swallowed thickly as she felt the burn of desire coat her veins, shaking her head to knock herself out of it. For now.

Her hands found a crumbled white shirt he had worn to work and tossed to the side after getting home sitting on top of the laundry basket and couldn’t help herself. Grabbing the material, she brought it to her nose and inhaled his scent. The traces of his soap, his spicy cologne she had gotten him for his birthday… her. Her grin widened as she found her own lipstick smear on the collar from her enthusiastic greeting to welcome him home.

The shirt was slid on arm by arm, watching the mirror as she buttoned it up enough to protect herself from the stove but low enough that he would be able to see his marking.

It ached to leave his sleeping body in their ruffled sheets, but her husband deserved a good breakfast. He worked hard all day for her, he provided for her, and she wanted him to see how much she appreciated that. And… maybe wanted to see if she could talk him into staying home with her. For once.

It had only happened a few times where Harry had accepted her pleas and coos for him to stay home and have a day just with her. Of course they had weekends, nights, holidays, but Y/N was in fact greedy with Harry’s time. Or so he says with a tweak of the lips whenever she asked. It didn’t bother her too much considering he was well paid and loved his job, but sometimes she wanted to be greedy. Wanted his attention all day long.

What better way to convince him than this? The keys to a man’s heart? A good, home cooked meal- and sex. Lots of good sex.

Y/N hoped the combination of the shirt and breakfast sealed the deal.

She padded quietly down to the kitchen and began to prepare for his favorite- Blueberry pancakes, eggs, bacon, and good, strong coffee. It was second nature to her at this point, cracking the eggs in the pan, stirring the batter, washing the fruit. Humming a song stuck in her head that she had heard at the grocers the day before. This was her life, and she loved it. The sunny kitchen and top of the line appliances, the smell of fresh food being cooked, waiting on her husband’s arrival.

Getting lost in her head was something she did quite often, but by the time she was finishing the last pancake, she startled when she felt strong arms winding around her waist and a familiar voice humming into her ear.

“Smells divine, Darling.” The rasp right against her had her shivering, leaning back into him instinctually. His lips grazed her forehead as her back fell against his chest, sighing softly as he left a kiss to the top of her brow. This was bliss. “My favorites.. You always spoil me rotten.” The vibration of his words buzzed on her skin. Harry always did show his appreciation for her.

A glance down made her realize her end goal, seeing the pristinely pressed blue suit she had done up for him yesterday when she ironed. The goal is to keep him at home, preferably in a lot less clothing but in this same position.

The burner was turned off, his wife spinning to meet his face with a kiss as she faced him properly. Hand’s smoothed down the lapel of his jacket, soft eyes meeting his as she pulled back from his minty kiss. “Good morning.” Her voice crooned, pressing another peck to his lips. “You deserve to be spoiled. Sit, sit.” She motioned to his spot already set with orange juice and the daily paper she had snuck outside ton grab for him. “Let me bring it to you.”

Harry was a grown man, but Y/N knew what he liked. He liked to be served his breakfast and to eat with her while they quietly enjoyed their time together, the sounds of the radio playing and the flipping of newspaper pages. He was a simple man with few demands of her, so she figured it was the very least she could do. Y/N wanted to be the best wife she possibly could be.

Harry smiled tenderly up at her as she set down his plate. She had made sure to make it perfect for him, picking the most perfect and blueberry filled pancakes and the crispiest bacon. Coaxing him for good news on her end, she pulled away and grabbed her own from the counter, taking her spot across from him.

“You look amazing this morning, my dove.” His voice was quiet, lowering his glass of juice down. His tongue peeked out to catch a droplet that had caught on his lip, slowly dragging it back into his mouth as his eyes stayed on her own. Christ, he was handsome. Everything he did was a trigger of her hunger for him, the thirst she had for his touch, his mouth, all of his attention. “Is that my shirt?”

His gaze was darker as he ran it over her, a flush of heat running through her stomach. Anticipation built as she recognized the look on his face. “Yes. Is that alright, dear?” Her tone was innocent, even added a tilt to the head as she raised a syrup covered bite to her mouth. She knew what she was doing, so did her husband, but she wouldn’t admit it quite yet.

“Yes. I prefer it, I think.”

Y/N knew she had gotten to him but smiled lightly, going back to her meal. She knew how to up her chances and now that Harry was clued into her little game it was best that she bided her time.

It was a good breakfast. Meeting his suspicious eyes over his newspaper, watching him clear his plate, he asked her for her opinion on the crossword puzzle answers which she would dutifully reply… Bliss. Perfection. Part of her didn’t even want to bug him to stay home because his mood was so good… But she had to try.

She took his plate and her own to the sink, hurrying back to him as he grabbed his briefcase in hand. His eyes were on his watch, adjusting the band slightly with a tiny furrow in his brow. She knew why. It was 2 minutes after he usually liked to leave but he had been engrossed in his crossword.

“Harry?” She peeped, approaching him with freshly washed hands. His eyes glazed up at hers with question, knowing she was deviating from their normal routine of bringing his lunch bag- which was sitting in the fridge in case her effort failed- and narrowed his gaze slightly.

“What is it, love?” He murmured, looking down at her face. Studying it. “You’re up to something.” It wasn’t a question but a statement, knowing his wife far too well to pretend she wasn’t doing something out of the ordinary. Harry liked schedule and she knew it, so it wasn’t often that she would deviate from that in fear it would upset him.

“Well.. I was just thinking about how yesterday, you said you were so tired, right?” She grasped his arms in her hands, leaning her head up to give him the best pleading eyes she could muster. “And I think you’re overworking yourself.” Her lashes fluttered, a tiny pout forming on her lips as she rubbed his biceps over the suit. Harry let out a sigh, which wasn’t a good sign, shaking his head down at her.

“I’m perfectly fine. I promise, I know my limits. You worry too much.” He tried to reassure her. “I’ve got to go now, Darling. We can talk more when I arrive home over dinner, that chicken you said? But I can not be late.” His reasoning didn’t matter. She wanted him home.

“I just think that one day at home can be so beneficial to you, Harry.” She pleaded, trying to find his tell in the way he clicked his jaw. “You know? You can relax… sit on your chair and read. Just let me rejuvenate you. I can tend to you… Cook for you… Kiss on you…” Her coy look was met with a shake of the head, walking slowly into her as she spoke. “Please? I am just a worried wife, Harry. You work so hard every day and never take breaks. Would one day-“

Her argument was cut off with his mouth. Her one weakness was covering her own, stopping her in her tracks as he pressed a few kisses against her sweet lips. Slightly sticky from the syrup, they stuck together as he spoke. “I can’t, my love. I’ve got to go.” He kissed her again, tenderly and sweet before pulling out of her grip. “Don’t Worry, Darling. I’m alright.”

He had to exit the door before he gave in, which she had been so close to getting him to do. Y/N huffed, grabbing his lunch from the fridge in a mad dash and racing out to find him getting into his car. The top was down, as usual, his smile widening as he saw her emerge with the bag. Her out of breath figure appeared by the passenger side, placing it next to his briefcase.

“C’mere.” His hand grabbed her chin as she leant over the car, kissing her a bit harder. It could be felt in her toes, the slight brush of tongue letting her know she had been closer to her goal than she initially realized. “Walk out of that house again like this, showing those legs that belong to me to the neighborhood, and m’gonna spank that ass hot.” He scolded lightly, eyes dark on her own. Harry wasn’t afraid to do it either. It sent a wave of want, of hot yearning down to the throbbing between her thighs. “I’ll give you attention when I come home.” His pause was softened by his thumb brushing her stick lip again. “I love you. Be a good girl for me today.” His teeth bit down against her bottom lip, making her gasp as the tiny sting melded into painful pleasure.

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pagesfromthevoid · 4 days

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this is me trying | g.d. | 1

Denial —During this stage, individuals may feel shock or numbness, and they might refuse to believe that the loss has occurred.

Gale Dekarios x fem!tav

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Angst, break ups. This story is NOT happy

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Something bittersweet grips Tav's heart with icy fingers, its presence a comforting illusion amidst the wreckage of the city. The Netherbrain –the very thing that brought all of them together –has been slain. It’s remains scattered around them –literal pieces of it to mindflyers who fell when it died to bystanders who didn’t deserve the be victims –and the Crown of Karsus was sinking to the bottom of the river before them. As she stands on the worn dock of Baldur's Gate, the weight of exhaustion settling upon her shoulders like a leaden cloak, she clings to the fragile hope that maybe she’s only feeling this bitterness because for the first time in nearly a year, she doesn’t have a reason to get up in the morning.

As she turns to say something, Astarion suddenly hisses and the sound if skin burning echos around them. He apologizes frantically, voice cracking in panic as he takes off back into the shadows that await him once more. Tav wants to run after him, and she almost does, but Asterion's hasty retreat opens the door for the rest of her companions to speak up about their next steps.

Lae'Zel and Orpheus, both fierce and proud, offer their good-byes in the only way they know how. Short, void of emotion, and to the point. When Tav asks what they intend to do, Lae’Zel explains they will embark on a quest of their own –one to take back her people from Vlaakith. She’s certain that the Gith’s leave will cause a hole in heart too big to fill but Lae’Zel promises to stay until everyone else has left. The eyes she’s giving Shadowheart give her away, though, and Tav nudges her towards the cleric. Lae’Zel elbows her back a bit too hard. Shadowheart promises she will be around for a little while longer –she is going to return to the Selunite Outpost with Dame Aylin and Isobel, and learn more about her past. Shadowheart says she will be okay, and that she won’t be too far away for long. Her eyes are on Lae’Zel, though, and Tav also pushes her towards the Gith. They have more to talk about than they are willing to admit.

Karlach is the one that chose to evolve into an illithid, and while Tav is thankful that her friend is not going to die, Karlach must hide until it’s safe for her to show her new face. The tiefling –because Karlach will always be a tiefling to her –promises to visit when she gets “some damn good transfiguration shit” going, but the promise feels empty when they should be celebrating. Wyll remains by her side, because where else is Wyll going to go? He is the next duke, and he is the most consistent person she’s ever met. Devil or not, she knows Wyll won’t be going anywhere and that’s one less hole in her heart that she’s thankful for. Halsin promises to remain as well for a short while –he wants to return to the once-shadow cursed lands and rebuild, but he is going to help those who have lost families first. Orphans and those who lost more than they can rebuild, he will offer a place with him. She is welcome as well, but she has a home to return to.

She has Gale.

She has Gale, and he has promised her a home in Waterdeep with him after they rebuild Baldur’s Gate. He has promised her a home, and love, and himself. And that’s all Tav needs.

Except, the way he’s suddenly talking –she’s wondering if she’s everything he needs.

“The crown is ours for the taking,” he’s saying, motioning out to the water. Tav stares up at him with furrowed brows that are sticky with dried blood. “I could reforge it with the stones.”

“We promised it to Raphael,” she reminds him, voice hoarse from screaming most of the day away.

“We’ve just defeated a Netherbrain. We can take on a devil –more so if I become a god, my love.”

Tav is unsure what to say to that. “I thought you had put the notion of godhood behind you –I thought you and I were to return to Waterdeep?”

“We will,” he promises, but the words sound painfully empty and he’s not looking at her still. His eyes are on the water, where the crown hides below the surface. “We will once I reforge the crown and become the best version of me.”

“What about me?” She asks.

“You will remain here,” he says as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “I must face Mystra myself –alone. The mortal world is no longer enough for me –this life is no longer enough for someone of my abilities. I know what I meant to do.”

He speaks of ascension, of transcending the mortal realm to claim the mantle of godhood, as if such a path were his birthright. All she hears is that the mortal world is not enough; this life was not enough –she is not enough.

Tav is not enough for Gale.

His words echo in her ears, a chaotic display of selfishness that is suddenly drowning out every other sound around her. Her blood is rushing in her ears, her heart feels like it is losing the last piece that is holding on by a thread. She reaches out, her trembling fingers seeking solace in the warmth of his touch, but he is already slipping away, his gaze fixed upon a distant horizon that she cannot hope to follow.

“Gale,” she says, and there’s tears in her eyes as he turns back to her. He presses a soft kiss to the top of her head.

“All will be well,” he promises but again, the words are empty as he pulls away.

That is his good-bye to her, and the wave to his companions for the last year is just as meaningless. And now she is standing on the docks of Baldur’s Gate, watching as Gale Dekarios walks away from them then disappears through a portal that he conjures away from the rest of them.

No one knows what to say.

No one knows what to do.

No one knows how to react when Tav’s knees suddenly buckle under and she collapses to the ground, eyes staring blankly at where Gale once stood.

She does not register the words her friends are saying. She does not fully hear how angry they are, how disappointed in him they are, how concerned for her they are. Tav knows they’re talking; she knows they are staring at her; she knows they are helping her off the ground and holding her up. But none of it registers as her mind races in panic.

It’s Lae’Zel who finally gets her to listen.

“The wizard has made his decision, as poor of a decision as it is.”

“He’s going to come back,” Tav simply replies, shaking her head. But she’s not sure she believes that herself. “You heard him –he promised he would come back.”

Shadowheart is the next to try to speak reason with her. The cleric wraps an arm around her waist, guiding her down the dock as Wyll’s arm wraps around her shoulders. “If he truly is trying to ascend –Tav, I do not think –,”

“He’ll come back,” she interrupts, her voice trembling. “He’s going to come back. He has to come back.”

*****

Two weeks later, she is sitting in the Elfsong Tavern, having been given a permanent room and laid claim to a back booth that is generally away from prying eyes.

She does not drink her feelings away, but she does not talk about them either.

It’s easier to think he’s going to come back.

It’s easier to assume that Gale will be successful and he will return to her soon and he will return the crown to Mystra. He knows better. He’s too smart to be so stupid, especially when he knows that the crown is connected to her soul.

He wouldn’t risk her soul being given to Raphael.

He wouldn’t do that to her.

Astarion slides into the booth beside her, and suddenly Tav realizes it must be dark out. The vampire had disappeared for a week following their fight with the brain, having missed Gale and his unceremonious good-bye. Shadowheart must have filled him in on what happened though, because the last three days, the vampire has been at the tavern with her.

He spends most of the time he is with her talking shit about Gale, and she reprimands him every time. She reminds him that Gale has his reasons, that Gale is not a bad person. Perhaps he’s a little obsessive, or even a little reckless when it comes to his ambition. But he is not bad person.

Astarion seems to disagree.

As does Shadowheart.

Wyll won’t say one way or another if he thinks Gale is a bad person, but the look in his eyes when he looks at Tav suggests that Wyll may agree with her companions.

She understands why he left.

She even accepts why he left.

She just wishes he would have asked her to leave with him.

*****

After two months, it is hard to remain in denial that he is going to return, however.

#gale of waterdeep #wyll ravengard #baldur's gate 3 #astarion #gale x tav

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accio-victuuri · 1 year

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everyday is a good day to be a bxg 🌼 ( cpn for sunday & thoughts on things that happened today )

It was a busy afternoon for us, from wyb finally being confirmed to go to LA for the Chanel Cruise Show and then an hour later, XZ’s new movie to be filmed was announced. this is what i meant when i say we never lose. double happiness for us all the time. 👏🏼

so glad that they get these opportunities and continue to do what they love the most! in the meantime, we will be here to support them.

THOUGHTS ON THE AFTERNOON NEWS:

Let me just show the hot search attached to them and go from there:

• XZ’s new movie! Finally! It’s been so long since Jade Dynasty! More than anything, I am looking forward for his aesthetic. I’m sorry for his hairline yet again but he just fits the whole wuxia vibe. He is working with a well known director and a big IP, so that’s good for him. It can also be a huge challenge because Condor Heroes is a well loved story in China and the pairing was played by so many actors for years before him and his co-star — so the pressure is definitely ON. A lot of passer by will have something to say, there will be lots of opinions and the movie will be picked apart, and i think the production knows that too. So everyone should work extra hard to make something special. 💕

In the subject of GG going into movies, well i hope him and WYB will attend movie award events together. LOL. cause technically, they will be in the same “movie circle”. I know this will do well in the BO, and hopefully after this, XZ can choose a passion project that is not tied to an existing IP. Maybe this is their chance to work together, A movie. Who knows. I’m just putting out there!

• The second HS is about listing all XZ’s past female co-stars / love interests and something about it makes me feel that we’re so lucky cause WYB is his only male “love interest”. They will both have so many leading ladies in their projects, but WWX / LWJ will always be that one-time they didn’t. HAHAHAHAHAHA! They can compare all they want among those women ZZ worked with but we all know who is the best “love interest” 😂😂😂

I also know nothing about his co-star for the new movie and i honestly don’t care much. I’m like a solo when it comes to this, as long as they are good at what they do then i’m okay. I’m just gonna crop them out anyway in almost everything i share about the project. so yeah.

• OF ALL THE THINGS THAT CAN GO ON HS WITH YIBO’S LOS ANGELES TRIP! 🤣🤣🤣🤣

actually, his top, trousers and cap are all things he has worn before. that’s just how he is. he is the same as XZ in this, they are professional outfit repeaters — and there is nothing wrong with that tbh. the only new things are the chanel cardigan and bag.

I know all of us are happy that he gets to have a work/vacation abroad. If you’re following other c-ent stars, it seems like a lot of them already had time to play abroad and now it’s our yibo’s turn and he deserves it the most!!!! I’m sure he will have fun and maybe he can meet his friends. This is his first Chanel Show abroad and it’s the Chanel Fanboy living his dream 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼 I need a photo of him and G-Dragon please. I also wanna add how lowkey his team was about this. There was no internal announcement from his side or fan groups. It was just melons and rumors. He still got hounded at the airport tho and of course lele and yanyan was there to protect him. And well - look at him trying to control people :

( but his big hands tho omg 👀 )

I will be sharing Chanel posts from other SNS cause engagement will be important so they know how big WYB is. Do not listen to other people ( you know who i’m talking about lol ). Just do your best in promoting our boy in this show. There is no need for comparison. Make noise. 🗣️🗣️🗣️

NOW LET’S MOVE ON TO THE TOPIC OF CLOWNING!!!!!

Well, the highlight of Yibo’s airport photos aside from himself is how visible the bone necklace is. It’s like he is showing off or something. It’s really a genius idea on XZ’s side to give him this because it gives off a sense of ownership. All I can say is, the relationship is stable. 😌😌😌

• photos & videos from his recently finished drama bright road shows him with his very cute bottled joy tumbler with lemon water. which has always been their thing 🍋 it’s truly the small things between them that i like, especially when it’s connected to taking care of themselves.

• My fave which is over analyzing the arrangement of photos, #2 and #8 looks different from the others again. Ai Bo. 🫶🏼

• and well more than that is how WYB’s photos from his safeguard live event in shanghai (2020) looks like it can be from the same set as ZZ’s 📷

their photographer / editor are dating 🤫

• Project Hints in their posts. This one is more on the heavy speculation/interpretation side of things. Tho I do believe that in 2020, wyb was basically the one giving signs if XZ will show up. and then XZ sharing something a day before WYB will announce his single ( which happened a couple of times ). So it makes sense that BXGs would keep an eye out on this.

Even XZ’s solo fans are saying he does this, like a caption from a tod’s post echoes a part of a poem “shooting the condors” & references an old city featured in the series~ so they agree that XZ & his team can put hints in their posts. i’m seeing people who caught this as soon as they posted but i’m uneducated about all this soooo 🤷🏻‍♀️

I swear he’s like taylor swift with his easter eggs and how fans should think about what he posts. lol. and well, we are good at that.

and recently, they did the whole wei lai x where dreams are made of hint too so ya know — they are not making this easy for us! how can you not clown? 😂😂😂😂

as for bxgs the most recent cue for WYB’s project was:

XZ studio posted on 11/2022 a vlog and on the caption was “long wind & waves” 长风破浪. and then weeks or months later, melons of WYB’s new drama of the same name started popping up. It’s now renamed to bright road but what are the chances that they will use that. to be fair, that video was the “health like be like..” vlog with him surfing so it fits, but there are so many other alternative to use so why what exact words huh?

( source one and two for the project hints cpn cause i would be so lost! actually, i still am. lol. )

-END.

#yizhan #bjyx #there is no science here i’m just clowning like i always do

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ramshackledtrickster · 1 year

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What are your favourite AC characters?

In no particular order:

Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor (overall favorite, aspire to be more like him love everything about his character and story. I love his performance and subtleties in posture and ‘business’ such as how he keeps his hands busy and scratches at himself. Incredibly tragic, but despite everything he still fights to protect what he loves. Done a major disservice by,, everyone. I love him so much. I love big men with an even bigger heart!! I talked enough abt him in general u already know)

Leonardo da Vinci (aspire to be like him, lovely charisma, fun and silly, I see a mildly dark potential conflict with him, gender and voice envy. Major sentimental value because this character inadvertently helped me realize more about my own identity. I wouldn’t be so sure of who I am today if not for him, so he’ll always have a special place in my heart for that.)

Altaïr Ibn-La’Ahad (Sentimental value with all three of Altaïr, Malik and Maria since they remind me of my partner!! I like ac1 too for it’s moody atmosphere and I associate him with that. He has incredibly great character growth. Plus he’s autistic he told me himself)

Malik Al-Sayf (loooove his voice and performance and design. Love his design and I love his character growth. He deserves more love and the set isn’t complete without him he’s like glue.)

Maria Thorpe (one that reminds me most of my partner I love thinking about her own character journey and redemption. Her dynamic with the other two is incredibly fun to think about and I wish we got more of her. :)))

Ziio/Kaniehtí:io (I see soooo much potential in her. She’s done dirty by the writers and I wish there were more thoughts and headcanons on her in general. Love her actress and voice and overall performance and design. I wish she better haunted the narrative, and I can see so so so so many parallels between her and Connor. I wanna flesh out her backstory and her side and perspective of just. Everything. Since I’ve been replaying ac3 I’ve been rotating her in my head nonstop.)

Kanen’tó:kon (underrated!! I really love the conflict set up between him and Connor and I love tragic fallouts between friends. I just wish it was handled better towards the last leg of their story instead of Lee’s contrivance— and I wish Connor didn’t have to kill him. I absolutely adore his character design, and his voice and performance is wonderful. I love how his development contrasts Ratonhnhaké:ton’s)

Achilles Davenport (I don’t know rogue well so sorry in advance, but yeah I know he fucked over the brotherhood majorly. And he knows that too. I know he’s meant to be more tough and not very welcoming, but I’m a sucker for tired and grumpy mentor figures. I like to see him as a father figure for Connor and have that be elaborated upon. He’s not perfect and when he and Connor fight, I can’t help but feel and understand where both of them come from. He’s worn and jaded from past failure, but it’s nice seeing him come out of his shell in the homestead missions and grow to become a mentor again, and hopefully learn from Connor too. I love his design and I’m absolutely in love with his actor, performance and voice.)

Haytham Kenway (FANTASTIC villain and antagonist. Tragic backstory doesn’t justify how he became who he was tho. He’s a very successful unreliable narrator type, and he’s interesting to study critically. Hands down has one of the best voice performances in the game. Love his design. He’s very fun to root against. I love him so much as a tool in the narrative to drive home the idea that you can’t always fix someone, especially if they belittle and manipulate you. He’s incredibly scary in that sense, but very well done. I love how Connor triumphs over him and how his own hubris and stubbornness leads to his demise. Best Templar in the series imo.

Desmond Miles: silly. Trauma from childhood and he shouldn’t have to forgive his piece of shit dad. I want him to chill and relax. He’s lived so many lifetimes in the span of a few days,, he’s tired. But silly. Love his voice and the music accompanying his dream sequences in Revelations

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canirove · 8 months

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"And if General Felix suggests a plan of attack, you ignore him."

"Rowena!" Rúben laughed.

"I'm serious. You promised to come back, and you won't do it if you do as he says."

"I will come back. You are the one who likes running away, remember?" he smirked.

"It just happened once" she replied, rolling her eyes. "Now you are stuck with me. Forever."

"My prince, it's time to leave."

"One moment!" Rúben said. "Don't do anything stupid while I'm gone."

"Me? Never" Rowena chuckled. "But the same goes to you."

"I don't do stupid."

"I beg to differ" she teased him. "Now go, don't make them wait. And remember" she said, putting her hand on his chest just where his necklace rested. "I'm always with you."

"And I with you" he replied, doing the same and putting his hand over the shiny ruby that hung from her neck. "I love you, Rowena."

"I love you too."

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Rúben didn't know for how long he had been fighting. It felt like hours but also just minutes, every muscle in his body aching but also asking him for more. It looked like they were winning, enemies falling all around him. But what if somehow more came out of nowhere? What if they found themselves outnumbered? What if he couldn't keep his promise?

"No" he grunted, charging against the man that was running towards him. He was coming back to Rowena. And he was doing it alive.

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"And?"

"We lost them, my prince" General Felix said. "They crossed the river and it was impossible to follow them."

"They will come back, tho. We may have won this battle and killed some of their generals, but their prince still stands."

"And so do you" the general said, putting a hand on Rúben's shoulder and giving it an encouraging squeeze.

"My prince! My prince!"

"Jose? What are you doing here?" Rúben said.

"My prince!" the young boy repeated, trying to catch his breath. "It's… it's the camp."

"What?"

"They attacked the camp."

"Those bastards!" General Felix said.

"Tell me everything, Jose" Rúben urged him, feeling like his heart was about to break his chest in half if it kept beating that fast.

"It couldn't have been more than thirty men, my prince. They showed up out of nowhere and attacked us. The princess ordered everyone to hide in the woods and asked me to run as fast as I could to warn you."

"You did good, boy" General Felix told him.

"What about her? Did she also run to the woods?"

"She didn't, my prince. Lady Rowena and a few men picked some weapons and defended everyone while they ran away."

"I knew it. I just knew it!" Rúben said, looking for something to kick or hit. "She promised me to not do anything stupid!"

"She knew how to fight, my prince. I saw her kill two men before I left" Jose said.

"General, find me a horse and ten men who are fresh enough to fight" Rúben ordered, his voice sounding weird in his ears. "And give Jose water and some food. He deserves it."

"Thank you, my prince" he replied. "But don't worry, she'll be fine. The princess knows how to take care of herself."

"That's what she always says" Rúben said. "That's what she always says..."

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"Dear lord" one of the men who had traveled with Rúben whispered when they made it to the camp. Or to what was left of it.

Most tents had been destroyed, fires here and there. And bodies. There were bodies laying everywhere.

"Rowena!" Rúben called, quickly dismounting from his horse. "Rowena!"

She had been wearing blue. Sky blue. The same colour as the dress she had worn for his birthday party and that he had loved so much. The same colour as the stone resting on his chest.

"Rowena!" he called again. But there was no answer, only the grunts of those who were more dead than alive. "Check the bodies, see if there is anyone still alive and who can be saved" Rúben ordered his men as he kept inspecting the camp.

Every time he saw a female body his heart skipped a beat, but none of them were her. None of them were wearing blue.

"Rowena! Rowena, where are you?" he called once again. "Rowena!"

"The woods" a voice said next to him.

"What?"

"The woods. The princess…"

"Where is she?" Rúben asked as he kneeled next to the injured man.

"The woods. She fought with us and she…"

"And?" he urged him.

"She hid in the woods."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Thank you. Thank so much" he said. "Carlos! Find some water for this man, tend to his wounds."

"Yes, my prince" he heard before running into the woods.

"Rowena! Rowena!" he called again, his heart once again threatening to break his chest in half. "Rowena, where are you?"

"Rúben?"

It was her. It was her voice. Or was he already losing his mind?

"Rowena!" he yelled, running towards where the sound was coming from.

"Rúben!" he heard her reply, her voice sounding closer and closer. "Rúben, is it you?"

"I'm here, Rowena!"

"Rúben! Oh Rúben, you came back!" she said, showing up from behind some bushes.

"I did, you crazy woman."

It was her, she was real. She was covered in blood and dirt, most of the blue of her dress gone. Her hair was a complete mess, and her sword still was on her hand. But she was alive, and that was the only thing that mattered.

"I told you to not do anything stupid!"

"And I've told you hundreds of times that I can take care of myself!" Rowena replied, crossing her arms over her chest.

"You definitely can, yes" he chuckled. "But be careful, wife. You are holding a weapon."

"Really? I thought this was just a big needle" she replied, rolling her eyes. "Anyway, are you going to just stand there scolding me as if I was a little kid or are you going to come here and hug me?"

"You look disgusting right now."

"As if you looked any better" Rowena snorted.

"Alright, come here" Rúben said, closing the space between them and finally hugging her. "For a moment there I thought I had lost you, you know? When Jose said the camp had been attacked I…"

"Shh" she said, hugging him tighter.

"Rowena, are you shushing me?" Rúben laughed.

"It sucks when someone does it to you, doesn't it?"

"It does. But you can do it as often as you want, because that would mean that we are together."

"I told you you were stuck with me, my prince" Rowena said, lifting her head from his chest and meeting his eyes.

“Say that again.”

“That we are stuck together?”

“No, the other thing.”

“My prince.“

“My cupcake” he replied, making her laugh and giving her that smile that was only for her.

“I love you, Rúben.”

“I love you too” he said before kissing her, his heart finally relaxing. She was alive, and in that moment, nothing else mattered.

#ruben dias #ruben dias fanfic #ruben dias imagine #football fanfic #football imagine

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littledoggyboy · 7 months

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I think y’all deserve a description of me, to better imagine what it would be like to touch and use my body :)

I’m 5’11, and like 240 lbs, so I’m kinda chubby. In like a cute curvy way tho.

I have dark brown hair and brown eyes, and a septum piercing and big glasses.

My tits are medium sized (I think?? Idk I haven’t worn a bra in forever, only binders) and my clit is above average in size due to testosterone. I have a rather juicy ass and thighs too.

Yeah that’s all I can think of, lemme know if you have any more questions :)

#description #me #queer #t4t #trans #bisexaul #ftm #queer ns/fw #friends #ftm ns/fw #ftm nsft #t4t mlm #ftm bottom #ftm sub #ftm puppy #bd/sm puppy #puppy boy #subby puppy #nsft puppy

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harley-kwinn · 1 year

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Cheater

word count: 1k

warnings: language, mentions of cheating, (poor) description of unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!)

pairing: alexander skarsgård x fem!reader

author's note: wrote this during work today so sorry for grammar & spelling mistakes, also english isn’t my first language <3 it was originally planned as part of a fanfic that’s why third person and in places description of the appearance was used…hope you enjoy it tho!

Lost in thought, she turned the ring studded with small diamonds between her slender fingers. The weight of it too heavy to bear.

Her amber eyes caught the soft sparkle as the first sunbeams of the day broke inside the stones.

The promise she had made 5 years ago was tied to it and yet it threatened to break more and more with every minute spent with him.

A wave of guilt crushed upon her as she grabbed onto the piece of jewellery. Her husband did not deserve to be betrayed by her like that. He had been nothing but faithful and loving towards her, yet she had lost her heart to this intoxicating man still asleep in the bedroom of the chic L.A. apartment they had spent the night in together.

The soft material of his Armani shirt he had worn last night, clung to her silhouette as she shifted on the toilet seat she was sitting on.

She buried her nose in the clean white fabric breathing in his familiar scent, feeling it blur her mind as the mix of his cologne and sweat filled her nostrils.

Turning her head back to the wall mirror opposite her, she looked at her reflection. Makeup smeared, swollen lips, hair undone and dark circles gave away the short night she's had. If she closed her eyes, she would be able to feel his slender fingers brush over her bare skin and his lips kissing her until she was breathless.

She wondered, if he was worth it all.

The woman did let her gaze linger a moment longer upon her reflection before laying her eyes upon the man on the bed. A soft smile broke from her lips at his sight. His short blonde hair, which had been neatly slicked back the night before, was now a mess while his scruff was almost too long to call it a designer stubble. Resting on his stomach gave her a perfect view on his defined back while his muscular arms rested under the pillow on his side of the bed.

She watched him a few more minutes before deciding to join him and quietly stood up making her way towards the chair her coat was placed on. Slipping the ring back into its pocket, she stepped over the cloth-littered floor and slipped back under the covers. Alex shifted softly, making the sheets fall dangerously low down his hips. He opened his eyes slowly before his baby blue orbs observed her.

"Good morning, beautiful.", his voice was still hoarse and full of sleep. Cracking a smile at her, she couldn't resist to let her hand brush over the side of his face. The soft stubble tickled on her palm.

"Good morning, sunshine.", she whispered before pressing a kiss against his tender lips.

All of the sudden he grabbed her by the hips and began tickling her. She squealed in shock before letting out a laugh.

"Alex, please. You're much stronger than me.", a giggled followed as she squirmed under his grip. The white linen sheet slipped from his body as he rolled on top of her, exposing him completely bare to her.

"Oh, am I?", he teased flashing his pearly whites before attacking her neck with featherlight kisses. It only resulted in her laughing breathlessly while still trying to wriggle out off his grip.

"Alex, please... I c-can't breathe...", she whined desperately gasping for air. Alex stopped his attack.

"Better?", he asked, the Swedish accent slipping through for a moment. After she reassured him that she was okay, he changed their position and made her sit on top of him. Starting to fumble impatiently on the buttons to remove his shirt off her body, she felt him harden between her legs. The familiar pull in her abdomen returned as she pushed his hands away and freed herself off the fabric. As soon as the expensive material had slid down her arms, she positioned herself above him and carefully sank down his length. The sensation of him entering her made both of them moan out loud.

"God, you're gorgeous.", Alex praised her as she was riding him. Her small, round breasts softly bouncing in the rhythm of the speed she had picked up. He sat up before cupping one of her breasts with his right hand and sucking on her light brown pointy nipple causing her head to fall back in ecstasy. His left hand brushed over her stomach down to the heat between her legs where he found the swollen knob between her folds and began stroking her just the way she liked.

"A-Alex, fuck. I'm close.", she moaned with closed eyes while holding onto him tightly. He supported her with his right hand around her waist as he picked up the pace and thrusted faster into her.

That's when she knew he was worth it all.

He was the high she was missing in her marriage and so desperately needed.

He pressed his forehead against her chest while digging his hand around her waist deeper into her soft skin, making sure he'd leave marks.

"B-babe...", she moaned out loud scratching her nails up his back. Shortly before her orgasm would crash upon her, his phone rang.

"Leave it.", he panted begging her to keep going. She kept holding tightly onto him as she let her gaze wander to the screen of the mobile phone. Like a threatening warning her name lit up on the screen. Alexa.

"Leave it...please.", Alex begged her once again before she pushed him off her.

The high she had been chasing was letting her fall heedlessly back to reality.

"Answer the call." She got up, immediately missing the sensation of him filling her out.

"I'm sorry.", Alex apologised quietly before reaching to pick up his phone.

She waved his apology off as she turned her back on him while quickly picking up the black lace thong and his shirt as she quickly dressed before leaving him some privacy.

Tears prickled in her eyes when she shut the bedroom door and made her way towards the kitchen. Slowly but surely she left the bubble she had been living in only mere moments ago.

He wasn't worth it all, was he?

#alexander skarsgård x reader #alexander skarsgård #alexander skarsgård fanfic #alexander skarsgard #alexander skarsgård imagine #alexander skarsgård one shot #alexander skarsgård fan fic #alexander skarsgård fanfiction

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not-alien-girl-v · 1 year

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hi please, could you right some sweet hurt/comfort about reader comforting kit walker? ty :)

warning: language, excessive gooey lovey dovey bullshit if that’s your thing, angst

note: this got sappy as shit in the end idc tho its cute

You hate walking home alone. You hate the way you jump at each unsettling noise you hear on the journey. The wind picking up leaves to scrape them along the sidewalk, some reptilian entity rustling around in a bush. It frightens you more than you like to admit to anyone, especially a smug Kit, who ‘insists’ on walking you home everyday, as if you wouldn’t beg him to otherwise.

The walk is brief, but its cold, and on a night like this, when Kit got caught up at work for a few extra hours after sundown, lonely. It was fine. He called you on the payphone at the shop, his euphonic drawl with an added rasp from the last cigarette in his pack smoked. You thought it was your lucky day, getting a call from the love of your life in the middle of a crappy workday, but less so when he revealed you would have to walk by yourself.

You can handle yourself fine, and you did, all the way home in the cold, in the dark, the middle of the night, and other downsides to the situation you’d have to remember to give Kit shit about when he got home.

The night air swirls around you in a big gust of bone chilling wind, wracking through your body, blowing the skirt of your waitress uniform. You work 6 to noon on weekdays but 4 to 10 on weekends for the dinner rush at your local seedy diner. Sometimes Kit comes in before he heads in to work, half for a barely palatable cup of coffee, half so he can sit at the counter on a stiff stool and stare at you for 30 minutes.

He seemed so worn, so spent over the phone that you were under the impression he had a long stretch of work ahead of him before he could clock out, so you’re a bit confused when you see his truck in the driveway and the lights on in the living room through the window.

Your key turns in the lock and you peel the open, hinges squeaking eerily like a scene from a bad horror movie. That damn door, you’d fix it had you obtained the ability to do so. That was more Kit’s area of expertise, but he’s been so busy lately, you didn’t want to stress him further.

He’s there, reclined in his favorite chair, cigarette hanging out of his mouth, he must of had the time to run to the store and buy another pack, and television turned on to some kitschy old movie.

“Babe?” You ask, and he’s jolting awake from a light slumber, sullen eyes fixing on you, looking like a man much older than 25. He’s so often like this, so worried or stressed over things he looks years older than he is.

He scans you up and down, admiring for just a moment before panic sets into his face. “Shit, did you have to walk?”

“Yeah, it’s alright, I didn’t bring you dinner though. Why are you off so early? Thought you said you’d be late,” your last words are posed as a question, though you mean to be a simple statement, as that is what he told you.

“Ah, I’m sorry, sweetie, boss had some personal emergency, everyone got let off early cuz he didn’t want the trouble of us unmanaged, I must have fell asleep,” he follows you into the kitchen where you hang your purse on a dining chair. You trifle through the bag, trying to find your wallet, but to no avail, it’s not in there.

“It’s fine, hun, um, I think I dropped my wallet outside, I’m gonna go grab it, but lay down, go back to sleep. You’re so stressed lately, you deserve some good rest.”

He looks a bit unconvinced that you’re not upset with him in any way but if there’s one thing he can agree on, it’s that sleep sounds magnificent for him right now, especially now knowing you’re home safe with him.

As you open the mahogany slab of wood that opens to the outside world, you can’t help but cringe a bit at the loud creaking noise, but one glance back at a relaxed Kit in his chair again stops you from saying anything to him. It’s almost like a chain reaction, the two of you. Kit works so much, causing him stress, which makes you worry about him like a concerned mother rather than a troubled girlfriend, and then you’re both running around like chickens without heads because of it.

You hug your thick jacket tighter around your body, well, Kit’s thick jacket, as the unforgiving night air welcomes you back in to the cold like a menacing embrace. One quick glance around, and you find your wallet right on the doorstep, it must have fallen to the ground when you were searching for your keys.

You chuckle at your mindless stupidity, and open the door quickly to escape the frigid temperature and there it is again, that goddamn squeak. It almost seems louder once you realize how fucking annoying it is. You’ve had enough of this.

Slamming it shut behind you, “this isn’t gonna work, Kit.”

Your back is turned to him, but his is turned to you as well, so you don’t notice the way he jumps then freezes in his chair, eyes wide in panic, and he doesn’t notice how you’re regarding the door rather than him.

“What?” Still, not turning around, as if he can make you change your mind as long as he doesn’t look at you, like he can make you stop.

“Look, I mean, I didn’t want to say anything yet because of work and the stress, I know it’s a lot for you, and I didn’t want to add more bullshit to your plate, but I really can’t deal with this anymore. I’m sick and tired of it,” you come and stand in front of him now, and he can’t deny you anymore, he has to stand up and face you like a man, though he really, really doesn’t want to.

“Why can’t things just stay the way they are?” His eyes are welling up with tears, and you’re shocked, you didn’t know he cared this strongly about the door.

“Because it’s a nuisance! Everyday I get home, I mean, first thing I see, I can’t just ignore it! It’s driving me fucking insane? Isn’t there something you can do to fix it?”

It seems the more fired up about the door you get, the more emotional he becomes, and it’s a weird chain reaction, much different from your usual stress-related one. You’re not sure why he cares so much about it, but seeing as you have strong feelings about it as well, you can’t blame him.

“I’m sorry, baby, I’m sorry! I can fix this, I can be better, I swear, just please don’t break up with me,” he’s dropped on his knees now in a begging stance, and your eyes are wide in horror, realizing a massive misunderstanding has taken place in your home.

You mean to do something, but soon, you realize you’ve simply been standing there staring at him with an unreadable expression on your face. His tears are streaming down his own, a common sight to see from him, though it still breaks your heart to see every time he gets emotional, which is often, seeing as he’s so open with his feelings.

He’s gazing up at you with fear and sorrow and so much love in his eyes, it almost overwhelms you, how much he loves you, once you really think about it. But that’s not the point here.

You kneel down to meet his level, to meet his eyes, and your slow to come in contact, you start with his fingers, lifting them one by one until his hands rest in your own, when you slide yours up his arms, coming to a halt on his shoulders, and his damp eyes follow your fingertips as they explore his clothed skin, leaving goosebumps under the sleeves of his work shirt that you can’t see, but somehow are aware of.

Pulling him in, you wrap him in a hug, your arm working under his own to rub up and down soothingly on his back, another going over to rest on the back of his head, cradling him to your shoulder which you can feel becoming wet due to his teary-eyed state, but you allow it as you stroke his hair.

You mainly want him to calm down first before you begin to explain this all, but when he doesn’t seem to be slowing his breathing, when his tears are at full force into your shoulder, you change your plans. Lightly pushing him by the shoulders to break free from the hug, you rest one hand on the back of his neck, letting the skin on skin contact soothe him, and digging your hand into the hair on the back of his head, you make him look at you.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, my love, you’re okay,” you massage his scalp for a moment, feeling awful knowing that your inability to be precise in your words led to this, and you’re really not sure what to say or do to make this better.

“No, how can we be okay? If you’re tryin’ to leave me 'cos I work so much? How can I fix this? Don’t know how,” he cries to you and you continue to hold him tenderly.

You just nod your head, struggling to find words. “Okay, um, a few things I need to say baby. You ready to listen?” He desperately nods his head and you feel like crying too.

“First of all, I love you. I love you so much, baby, too much. It’s ridiculous, truly,” he opens his mouth to say something but you won’t have it. “Ah, not done. Okay, um, second of all, I wasn’t trying to break up with you. But, I totally see where you’re coming from, looking back at it, I could have been clearer. I was talking about the door, you know that stupid squeak it makes when it opens? Yeah, pisses me off, not that I know how to fix it. That’s your job, huh baby?”

When he realizes you’ve finally opened the floor for commentary, he decides to indulge in it. “Yeah, ‘s my job. What you keep me around for.” His sad little smile is a beautiful sight to see, like a prayer of no words to the damned. You giggle, and he mirrors your emotion, a small laugh emitting from his handsome face.

“Feeling better now?” You stand up off the ground, reaching your hands out to pull him up with you, and he accepts. He nods and stares at you in adoration. “Good, now will you fix that door before I lose my marbles again?”

He laughs, throwing his head back in the moment and he realizes he would probably do anything you told him to, as long as it would make you happy. Whatever that feeling is, that emotion that’s just a little past love, he wants to savor it, bottle it, put it on a page of a book he can read over and over again, he wants to taste it every morning and every night for breakfast and dinner, he wants to feel it on his skin, in his brain, deep down inside him for as long as you’d let him.

As he fixes the hinges of the door, you sit on the floor before him, watching his strong hands do what they seemingly were made to, you feel so lucky to have him, so glad to be his, here, on his living room floor, where he looks so tender and domestic that you might just die if you looked at him for a moment longer but you can’t tear your eyes away from him, you never want to let him out of your sight for as long as you live.

“There we are, honey. All better. Come give it a try,” he must not have noticed your excessive staring, for he seems all fine now, and you trap him in a hard kiss once he turns around to face you, not bothering to try the door, trusting his skills alone.

You kiss him rough, passionate, so hard that he fears you may just suck the soul out of him through his lips, only hoping it will be safely kept in your loving hold.

Oh, who was he kidding? He’d gladly give his soul to you if you asked, if it was possible. He’d do anything for you.

#kit walker #kit walker x reader #ahs asylum #american horror story #american horror story fanfiction #Evan Peters #evan peters fanfiction #evan peters x reader #evan peters x you #kit walker fanfiction #fanfiction #oneshot #fluff #angst #hurt/comfort

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snowjanuscentral · 5 months

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Real talk tho I am using Snowjanus to quit nicotine. Anytime I want a puff of that watermelon ice crystal Bar I just think about how Snow keeps Sejanus at arm’s length, giving him just enough attention to keep him loyal and useful, whilst Sejanus laps it up knowing that this is the best it will ever get. Knowing he deserves less than what Coryo is giving him, that he’s out of his depth. Coriolanus is a worn and thready lifeline, and Sejanus clings to it, half-drowned as he is.

#tbosas #thg series #thg #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #misc #I AM LOSING MY MIND #THE BOYS #THEY CALL ME #to be fair tho I don’t acc crave nic anymore #new life hack just dropped ig.

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snakes-and-fluff · 7 months

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Project Voltage Mikus ranked by my personal taste from most to least favourite:

-Ghost. Glitchy ghost Miku. GLITCHY GHOST MIKU!! When I saw this one I gasped, it's so so good That fact that her tie is a little glowing ghost-wisp? The muted and simplistic colour palette? The "01" badge being a wisp floating next to her arm? I cannot stop screaming about it. It's. Perfect.

-Ground. Honestly it doesn't really look like Miku but I don't care it's a baller design and I love it, it was made to appeal directly to me with the adventuring themes and the tattered cloak. Her hair does remind me of thorns more than ground tbh but she still deserves her spot here

-Fighting. Of course she's paired with Sirfetch'd for the leek! I had no idea what direction Fighting-type was gonna be and while I am a little sad we don't get ripped Miku I can't deny that this design is great! The dark brown accents really help make the rest of the outfit pop and her hair is leeks you can't get much more on-brand for Miku than this

-Dragon. The mini-cloak worn over one shoulder, the claw hairclips, the sword that doubles as a mic?? Fantastic. I also think this is the design that fits her partner Pokémon best - she really does embody Miraidon

-Fire. This one is fun! Her hair is insane and I'm not entirely sure what's going on with those leggings (are those just patches of bare skin? how would you even wear those), but I love her eyes and her jacket. This is the one I want most as a module in a Project Diva game

-Psychic. I love it so much, she's so cute! It's a pretty understated design but I feel like it really works, ya know?

-Ice. I really, really like this one... mostly. The bright green gloves take a bit of the appeal away imo - on her eyes and earrings and tiny dots throughout her outfit the green accent colour is fine but the gloves take up too much space to be fully green. Her ice-heels are incredible though, no notes

-Steel. I don't what I expected for Steel-type, but it certainly wasn't a samurai! A pokéflute being worn as a sword?? Inspired. Her hat looks like it can double as a cymbal in case she needs to make some impromptu music

-Bug. Tiny little Miku! The bangs over her front resembling antennae and the multiple wing motifs on her outfit are next-level adorable. She fits in the palm of my hand

-Dark. I love her umbrella-mic, 20/10 that's the best accessory of the lot easily. And I like the rest of the outfit , but I don't like what they did with the pigtails - I understand that one's crescent-moon shaped but the fact that they are so wildly different in length and volume is really throwing me off

-Flying. This is the epitome of a Flying-type trainer's design. She's soft and flowy and looks like she belongs in the clouds. I don't know what's up with that single dark blue glove though

-Normal. The vibes are impeccable; she's just having a chill time. I really like all the colours that are going on and can rest easy knowing that this Miku definitely smokes weed

-Fairy. This one is very, very close to overtaking Normal but the face keeps throwing me off. Her skirt is very cute and I love her puffy socks. I get what they were trying to do with the hair but it just looks like she got strawberry bubblegum stuck in there

-Water. I like that the pigtails join together at the end - absolutely insane design, 10/10 - but it just. Doesn't look like Miku. I can certainly believe this as a water trainer design in one of the games tho

-Electric. You just took a regular electric trainer, gave her pigtails and called her Miku. It's an okay design overall, even if I feel like it's more on the bland side

-Grass. I flip-flop on this one, but my feelings are generally neutral. It doesn't really look like Miku imo but it does kinda look like Miku's cousin so I'll let it slide

-Rock. For one thing, I keep looking at that design and thinking it's ice. And I'm just not a huge fan of the flowy bridal-dress look (I know there's an alternate version and I do prefer that one... but only slightly, so it stays here)

-Poison. The epitome of overdesigned. Also why did you choose mustard yellow accents? On the goggles and gasmask it looks okay but in the hair?? Awful.

DISCLAIMER: this was in progress as the designs were being revealed and after I've had to chance to let my feelings on them digest for a while my opinions might change but this is how I feel about them all currently. Overall, pretty great!

And in case you have no idea what I'm talking about: https://www.serebii.net/music/projectvoltage/

#vocaloid #hatsune miku #miku hatsune #project voltage #pokemon

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