#and sending me frankly too many asks to answer

[markscherz]

Holy shit you guys at some point we smashed our way past 20,000 frog lovers. Thank you all for following along!

#that’s SO MANY PEOPLE #I am so incredibly grateful to have you all reading my dumb-ass tags #and sending me frankly too many asks to answer #it is truly delightful #about me #about

[statementlou]

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#anon it is always okay to ask me anything sincere (as opposed to stupid trolling) #and thank you for your kind words #but I don't think I can answer that I'm sorry #I had NOT heard of any of that and my head is swimming just from the description that is WAY too many what ifs for me #like...I mean idfk what if zayn and niall had got caught snogging on camera in 2013 how would that have effected #the british prime minister situation #I just... it's all made up! it doesn't make any sense! or have any relevance to whats real! #sorry lol I do better with facts I think 😂 #but here is what I have to say to you based on your ask: have you considered following different people?? #you are seeing some weird shit that sounds stressful and frankly pointless #I mean if its fun pointless is obviously not a problem!! but isssss this fun??? #you dont sound like you're having fun #like MY dash has NOT been messy at all- you note that I haven't been around in fact #I was just so bored by the lack of action in my sphere that I just kinda didn't have anything to say and read a long ass fic instead #and other people are having some completely other experience of the last few days like being excited about #niall being so active or whatever #it is what you make of it!! I will say however thank you for telling me about this although I absolutely do not want to get into this one #knowing about discourse like this in summary from afar is exactly what I like people should ALWAYS #feel very welcome to send me such asks

[matchamiko]

lol neuvillette just sucking ur nipples or smth is enough to have u going a bit insane right??? RIGHT????

Giggling so hard rn

Warnings: breast worship/play, dry humping, mentions of masturbation, mentions of penetrative sex; previously established relationship.

If there’s one thing Neuvillette is, it’s thorough. You ask him about one of his trials after he returns from the Opera Eclipse, and he’s talking for hours about every piece of evidence in the case; you shyly ask him to brush your hair and he’s producing several combs and brushes and an oil to massage your scalp; he decides to take you on what humans call a date, and you’re trekking through the purple fields in the countryside to the most darling little picnic spot and dining on pastries until dusk, and then returning to the city to stroll about the fountains and gardens arm in arm with the promise of a mightily thorough kiss at the end.

And he’s no different when playing your body like a fiddle. He's got you folded into his lap, office door locked, blinds only half drawn but there's no danger of anyone looking in, not when he's so wrapped around you that it's hard to seen even a glimpse of your bare skin. It started as a visit for tea, the leaves you brought from your village in the Vale fresh and still warm from being dried over a fire, chatting idly in the way you two did that Neuvillette found so refreshing and simple. Then it led to you shyly asking for a kiss, having missed him so dearly and so wantonly, shown in the way you gripped his lapels and leaned further into him with a questioning sigh and an answered grunt. And now, you're half dressed spread over his thick thighs, his coat strewn next to the two of you and his gloves somewhere with it.

"Let me taste you," he murmurs against the column of your throat, hands running up the length of your back and down again, squeezing your hips into a dizzying grind. Your breasts press deliciously against the cotton of his shirt, nipples slipping and rubbing over his chest and every time you shudder with pleasure, Neuvillette basks in the way you arch harder into him like a cat. You feel wonderful, writhing over his groin and trying not to let your darkest desires overtake you like you so often did. The precious little tea farmer he'd befriended and then courted and then decidedly and silently pledged himself to; you're full of dirty secrets and filthy wants that has him spiralling into territories he'd never even thought about before. And your tits were one of them, to put it frankly.

He's fucked you before, numerous times, to your hearts content and more often than not, to your dictation and command. It wasn't surprising that your precious Iudex wasn't particularly well versed in human seduction, and you bravely stood up to the task you had completely made up, of showing him everything you desired and introducing him to everything he desired. But today, in the secrecy of his office, the knowledge that just outside the doors, people mill about and wait for an appointment with him; Neuvillette steps away from his duties and demands the feel of your supple skin against his teeth.

"I admit," a hand grasps the fat of your breast, squeezing roughly with the whoreish rhythm you have going on with your hips, "I've been thinking often about having you like this, desperate and desiring me all from the touch I give you here," fingers pluck at your nipple before he dips his head and takes it into his mouth. He's done this before, too many times to count, but with him being fully dressed and you an absolute mess in his lap; it feels different, raw and unfiltered in the wavering sanctity of his office. You can feel Neuvillette's tongue flattening over your nipple, swirling and curling like he does between your legs and it sends you arching into him, further into his reclined figure and deeper into his lap. A dizzying moan leaves you chest when you feel the hot, hard press of his cock through his trousers, confined in such a way that it's mind numbing when you grind against it. He pulls back for a second, looking up at you with hair strewn about his face, cheeks red and ears redder, panting hot and wet against your skin.

"Don't stop, please," he doesn't care for your politeness, doesn't care for your request, doing as he pleases with your body; one hand gripping your bottom and urging you to grind against him, and the other grasping meanly at your tit. Neuvillette seems positively ravenous this afternoon, though it should have been obvious in the way he allowed you to push him over to the settee and mount him without asking.

"I'm plagued with thoughts of you during matters that I should be attending to, important matters that garner my fullest attention and yet -," he suckles a bruise into the swell of your breast, held firm by his hands, squishing them together and nuzzling into the crevice between, breathing deeply enough to shudder, "All I can think about is you, what I want to do to you the next time we are alone, the next time you allow me to have you in such undignified ways," you're shaking when he regains his focus and takes your nipple into his mouth, tugging and nipping and gnawing like he does on his bottom lip when he's concentrating, suckling hard before letting go with a pop - allowing you to take a gasping breath and to look down at how positively enthralled he is at he taste of your doughy flesh,

"You don't need to be so formal while you're playing with my tits Neuvillette," you've always been more straight forward, more brash and crude, than him; having grown up in the countryside, in another nation, a whole other life to the one he leads. He leaves a wet trail from his tongue over your nipple, catching it between his sharp teeth and tugging enough to make you whine lowly, "I - can't stop thinking about you too, 'specially when I'm on my own," the implication is implicit but Neuvillette surges up into you, hips strong and knocking into yours with a grunt. He's filled suddenly with images of you writhing in your bed, hand stuffed between your thighs, fingers wet and slick in your cunt - the same he can feel pulsing and purring over his lap.

"Tonight, I've cleared my last appointment so I can spend it with you," he gasps, lips swollen from their assault on your breasts, eyes unfocused and pupils blown wide with want "After supper, after I spoil you like I have promised; you are showing me everything you do when you are alone and desperate for me,"

#neuvillette x you #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x reader #neuvillete x reader #neuvillette smut #you're he tea farmer gf he met in the court of Fontaine that he's fascinated and enamoured by #and you make him visit Chenyu Vale and he falls in love with the freedom you live in everyday #he love u #miko.muses

[thatfanficstuff]

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Angry

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x Reader

When you broke up with Elijah Mikaelson you'd expected many things from him. Disappointment, irritation or maybe even indifference. What you hadn't expected was his anger.

He didn't yell or argue, he simply narrowed his eyes and walked away. Every time he saw you after that he stared with a clenched jaw and sharp gaze. No words had been spoken between you since that night three weeks ago.

Now you were spending the evening with his siblings at Nik's request. After an hour or two, Elijah disappeared. Once you noticed, you rolled your eyes. Really. The man was a thousand years old and was acting like a toddler. Frankly you were tired of it.

"I'll be back," you told the hybrid.

He smirked and took a sip of his drink. "Take all the time in the world, love. None of us are going anywhere anytime soon."

You shook your head and left the room to head to Elijah's personal library. It was technically his study but there were far too many books for it to be anything other than a library.

You stepped into the room without knocking and shut the door behind you.

Elijah stood at one of the windows with a drink in his hand and his back turned toward you. "Why are you here?" he asked after a long beat of silence.

"Why are you so angry?"

His head snapped in your direction with a look of confusion on his face. "You can't be serious."

You arched a brow and shrugged.

His long strides ate up the space between you until he was standing right in front of you. "Perhaps you recall the ending of our relationship."

"Of course, but I don't see why you are upset about it. It's not as if you were invested in the relationship. I needed more. I told you that." What you didn't say is that you were head over heels in love with the man in front of you. That you had cried for weeks before finally ending the relationship.

Sure, he called you his girlfriend. He bought you trinkets and spent time with you when he could be bothered. And that was the problem. You were an afterthought. A woman that filled a role and the space by his side when he needed to keep up appearances. And it wasn't enough for you. Not anymore.

He pointed at you with the hand holding his glass. "Not invested? You think I wasn't invested?"

You just looked at him, uncertain what answer he was looking for.

He sighed and set his glass down on the table beside him. "This. This is why I am angry." He studied the floor for a moment before looking back up at you. "I am angry with myself for ever making you feel that way."

You sucked in a little breath, surprised at his words. He gave a sad smile and stepped forward, closing the distance between you. His hands cupped your face as he looked you over.

"You are the center of my universe. My entire being revolves around you and I am devastated for ever letting you believe that it doesn't." He licked his lips as his eyes darted down to yours before looking back up. "Please, please, come back to me and let me love you the way you deserve."

You saw nothing but sincerity in his eyes. "I love you so much, Elijah. But I can't do this if you don't love me the same. No more pushing me away. I won't survive the heartbreak a second time."

His lips pressed against yours in a hungry, desperate kiss. After a long moment, he pulled back only to lay his forehead against yours. "I swear to you, I will never give you reason to doubt me again."

A/N: so this turned out way longer than expected.

#kat answers stuff #elijah mikaelson x reader #elijah mikaelson fanfiction #the originals fanfiction #vampire diaries fanfiction #gif drabble

[rollinouttahere-writes]

Shanks rocks up to Lucky and Buggy’s wedding

Interacts with Lucky for like a minute: “you know what, this is nice, real nice, how about instead of it being your wedding (to buggy) it becomes mine”

Got inspired, did a little drabble

Frankly, this whole situation was embarrassing. Not only had you stupidly promised your hand in marriage to a god damn clown, you had now allowed yourself to be captured by said clown. Ashamed was not a strong enough word for how you felt.

Luckily for you, you'd been able to afford yourself some time away from what is regrettably your fiance by insisting that it was traditional for the bride and groom to not see each other right before the wedding. Admittedly, you didn't care much about it, you just wanted to give yourself some time alone and a chance to escape.

This was made difficult thanks to you being stuffed in a wedding gown by a very nervous seamstress that you're 99% sure was here against her will and being locked in the dressing room once she was finished. You weren't about to give up, though. Maybe you could squeeze yourself out of the window?

The escape attempt was shot down almost immediately by a knock at your door. Without waiting for an answer, whoever it was unlocked it and let themselves in. You'd assumed it was Buggy being unable to wait to see you in the wedding gown, but instead a red haired man came in. You can't help but wonder if he's lost, his clothing looks far too casual to be wedding attire.

His smile was warm and he held out a hand to you, "It's nice to finally meet you! I never thought I'd see the day where Buggy got married."

You had no idea who this man was, but politely returned the handshake regardless. His hand was rough and calloused, he most certainly didn't lead a leisurely lifestyle. The sooner you could end this interaction and send him on his way, the sooner you could make a run for it. You laughed awkwardly, "Yeah, I never thought I'd see the day either."

The man raised a brow at your response, but didn't comment on how forced it sounded. You attempted to pull your hand away when the handshake went on for longer than you deemed necessary, but his grip was too tight. It wasn't until you pulled again, harder this time, that he realized what he was doing and let go.

Even he seemed a little startled by his own actions. He scratched the back of his head and chuckled, "Sorry about that, my crew and I were up all night getting ready for the wedding when we caught word of it. I guess I'm a little more tired than I realized." His eyes gave you a once over, fully taking in the gown you were wearing, "Oh, and you look lovely by the way, I can see why he's in such a rush to get a ring on your finger."

"Oh, thank you, that's so kind of you," your voice was borderline monotone. "Also it's fine, don't worry about it." His excuse made sense. With how many people there were that would happily end Buggy if it meant even a slightly improved chance at being with you, the wedding was rushed to say the least. You're pretty sure Buggy was actively hunting down someone to officiate the union as you spoke.

You honestly hadn't expected to see any guests here beyond Buggy's own crew, which again raised the question of: Who are you talking to?

Might as well sate your curiosity and ask, "So... Are you a friend of his?"

His brows raised and his eyes widened slightly. Were you supposed to know who he was already? Oops. He spoke up before you could wrack your brain for clues as to who he was, "I guess I shouldn't be surprised that he didn't mention me, he's always been a bit... Moody. I'm Shanks, we grew up together."

Your jaw hit the floor. Shanks? THE Shanks??? The guy that Luffy couldn't shut up about?!

"Y-Y-You're the guy that gave Luffy his hat!" You pointed at him with a shaky hand as all decorum and manners went out the window from the shock of knowing who you were talking to.

Shanks laughed loudly, "The one and only. How is that kid anyway? Seems like he's still getting himself into trouble just like the old days."

"Calling what he gets up to 'trouble' is putting it mildly," that boy can't take two steps onto an island without toppling a government. "He's great though, especially after rescuing Ace."

"I was relieved to see him get out of there safely, too. It's still a bit hard to believe that Buggy is the one who pulled it off, though."

Ah. Yeah. It was hard to believe for you, too. And even more difficult to accept just what that meant for you. You deflated as you were violently reminded of your current situation, "Yeah, I can't believe it either."

"Is everything alright? You don't seem very excited about the wedding," Shanks narrowed his eyes at you, scrutinizing your face for any hints as to why you were acting this way.

You weren't sure if confiding in him was a good idea. He clearly held a level of fondness for Buggy, so it was debatable if he would want to help you escape or keep you here. But... It's not like you had much to lose at this point.

"It's, uh, kind of a funny story. You see, I might've said something along the lines of 'if you save Ace, I will marry you', but like, I didn't think he'd actually be able to do it. So now I'm kinda stuck in this mess where he thinks I really meant it, but I didn't, and we're getting married in like ten minutes give or take and I don't know what to do?" You can only hope that your hastily thrown together explanation not only makes sense, but also earns you some sympathy.

Shanks lips were pursed as he stared down at you, "I did find it odd that your door was locked from the outside."

Hope sparked in your heart. In a fit of desperation, you threw yourself at Shanks and held onto him while looking into his eyes pleadingly, "Please, if you can just get me out of this room, I will really owe you one!" You're sure that the Straw Hats can't be far behind. If you can just get to the shore, they'll likely be there and ready to save you.

His hand rested on your back to keep you steady. Then, it started to gently glide up and down the exposed skin, which felt distinctly not like it was for your comfort. Horror seeped into your very core as you saw an all too familiar gleam in his eyes.

No, please, no. This can't be happening again.

"It would be a shame to let this dress go to waste... Maybe we can continue this on the Red Force? How does that sound?"

Suddenly, the door was thrown open and you saw an absolutely enraged Buggy standing in the entryway. "What are you doing here?! Get away from my wife!"

"But you aren't married yet, she could still be anybody's wife," Shanks tone was teasing but the look in his eyes was anything but.

That set Buggy off and in an instant he was throwing knives right at Shanks who dodged them with ease. You were shoved off to the side as Buggy kept trying and failing to land a hit on Shanks. While the red haired pirate was trying to engage in some witty banter, the clown was having none of it and just shrieked various insults at him.

Using the chaos of the altercation, you quietly slipped out of the room and made a run for it. There wasn't a chance in hell that you were going to stick around to see who won that fight. Because either way, you would be losing.

#lucky break #yandere one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #one piece x you #one piece #buggy the clown #red haired shanks #shanks #humanoid606

[goldsainz]

MASTERLIST.

A/N: look, it’s been a while since i’ve written for him, and since i feel like the thirst for him has gone down i am here to try and revive it (he’s babygirl okay) this might be the wildest smut i’ve written, so please enjoy!!!!

WORD COUNT: 1,5k (not really proofread, it’s almost 2am)

warnings: possessive behaviour, choking (lovingly and sexily), unprotected sex, name calling (whore), slight hair pulling, exhibitionism (blink and you’ll miss it), creampie, cum play, slight fingering

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ONLY HIS TO VIEW

Daemon Targaryen could lack many things, but his jealousy and possessiveness were things nobody could take from him.

He didn’t believe himself at fault for his behavior, not when you were his lover, not when you stood so beautiful in your gown amidst the feast. The feast which he had truly forgotten why it was being held, why he was even there, when he saw you.

You knew he was staring, and you didn’t make it any easier for the tent growing on his pants. You placed your hand on the Lord’s arm, laughing at whatever it was he was saying, and Daemon couldn’t help but think how worthless the man was of your laughter. He should be the only one allowed to hear it, frankly, he could have gotten drunk in that sound alone, so sweet and melodic it almost made him faint.

It took him just a few seconds to intervene in the scene, grabbing your forearm and practically dragging you away from the man. You had little time to excuse yourself, yet he was a prince, no one would dare question where he was taking you or why.

“Daemon!” You squealed when you collided with a wall, but he paid no mind to your voice, right now he was looking at you with dark eyes, and even darker thoughts.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” His voice held no real interest for your response, more bothered than anything.

You looked up at him, taking in his wild look, “I did, thanks for asking.”

He chuckles darkly at your answer, grabbing you by the throat as he makes you look only at him, as if that hadn’t been what you were doing before. Yet he was making a point, and you couldn’t help but feel aroused at his behavior, loving the attention.

“You’re just a little whore for attention, aren’t you?” You are now gasping for breath, feeling the pressure of his hand on your throat, still you can’t help but moan at the name. Indeed you were, but only for him, and Daemon knew it.

His knee presses over your skirts, finding place under your cunt which was now soaking more and more as the time went by. You tried to move against it, in need for any sort of friction to relieve the tension you were feeling, but his free hand made its way towards your waist and held you tightly against the wall.

“You come to my bed in the night, and yet I see you practically all over a man at the feast, do you think that’s fair?” You shake your head in a “No” motion quickly, “I don’t think it is, Y/N.”

Daemon’s hold on you softens, allowing for you to take a full breath of air, it revives you. Your doe-eye look has him enamored, making him grab your face with both of his hand and kiss you messily. Your teeth almost clash, his lips bites your lower one, he groans into it making you moan in reply. It feels great, knowing you are the only one who will get to feel him this passionately, who will make him feel so ardently for someone.

“Do you deserve my cock? Only good ladies deserve to be fucked, and you weren’t good tonight.” The smirk on his face is infuriating, it makes you almost want to slap it off of him, but right now you were too clouded with the need to be pleasured to really care for it.

“Please, my Prince, please.” You beg, making him smirk even wider (if that was even possible).

“Please what?”

You bite back any retort you could have, and comply to his taunting, “Please fuck me.”

Your words send Daemon over the edge. He makes a grab for your hair, pulling it back to have a better view of your neck, and a better way of kissing it. His open mouthed kisses will surely leave marks all over your neck, its shade so maroon it almost seemed as though they had been painted onto your body. In truth, you were his canvas, free for him to do as he pleased.

He wasn’t careful with how he handled you, tugging down his breeches without a worry for who could see him in the hallway.

“Someone could see us…” You whispered, your eyes closed in pleasure as you felt his fingers under your dress making their way over your clothed cunt.

“Then let them, let them enjoy the show.” You bite your lip harshly at his words, the pressure of his digits on your clit making it impossible to retort any reply back.

Daemon pulls down any barrier between you, only leaving you in your dress, your breasts begging to be freed. His hardened cock teases your entrance, and you thrust forward as if to meet him halfway, but once glance from him has you stopping even if it hurts to do so.

He grabs it, placing it in your entrance, but not pushing fully in just yet. A groan left his mouth once more, the feeling of your wetness drove him mad, he knew no woman would ever compare to how sweet it was, how confident it made him know all of it was just for him and always would be.

When he finally entered you, a high-pitched moan left your lips instantly, so he had to press a hand over your mouth. Even if he had no shame in someone seeing him in the compromising position he was in, the mere thought of someone seeing you like this made him plunge deeper into you. It was no surprise he cared deeply for what was his, which is why even if he loves to tease he truly wouldn’t let anyone see or touch you like he did.

His thrusts were relentless, no doubt leaving bruises with how much energy Daemon was putting into them. You were thankful for his hand, biting it from time to time to prevent such loud sounds from leaving your mouth. It made you roll your eyes to the back of your head, going mad over the feeling of his thick cock filling you with such vigor.

The harder he got, the more you enjoyed the moment. His fingers teased over your clit, sometimes harshly pressing on it, which made you grab his arm and squeeze it with so much force, it even surprised him.

You clenched around him, making him rest his head on your shoulder, muffling his own sounds with it. You couldn’t help but try and meet his thrusts, feeling him get sloppier as he got closer to being over the edge.

He was now relentlessly swiping over your clit, your whines only spurring him further on with his pace. Daemon felt you getting closer, taking his hand away only to replace it with his mouth, kissing you so passionately it made you even dizzier.

As you both came together, a loud moan left his mouth when you harshly clamped around his cock, the sheer feel of it making him release an obscene amount of cum. It leaked out of you, even with his cock still in you, and you chuckled light from the feeling.

Daemon continued to fuck into you, trying to make the most of his release and yours, he lifted your skirts higher to watch the sight closely. He had to bite his lip from groaning, surprised no one had come to check from the weird sounds, though he supposed no one would have a great interest in seeing such a thing. He watched as his cock when in and out from you, his cum leaking from you and being fucked into you once more.

Once he took out his cock from inside you, he plunged his fingers unexpectedly into you. You gasped in surprise, not expecting such intrusion. Daemon moved his fingers around your cunt, feeling both of your releases as they dripped on them.

“Open up.” He ordered, and you didn’t hesitate in doing as he said. You opened your mouth and felt his cum-covered fingers being placed onto your tongue. You moaned as you sucked on them, gazing up at him as you did so.

“Look at you, such a good whore for your Prince.” His praise did nothing to quell the spiking pleasure that was once again building up inside you.

His forehead pressed against yours, kissing you as if it would be the last time, tasting both of yourselves on your tongue. Daemon hummed in delight, like it was the best flavour he would ever be graced with, and you smiled into the kiss at his reaction.

You felt his soft cock start to harden, no doubt seeking another round of sex. Though this time it seemed your Prince had other ideas, as he moved you towards another wall which opened to a passage, it seemed he would never stop surprising you.

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[gatheredfates]

Kor and Minfilia for the NPC ask game!

Have your followers send you NPCs and you describe your OC's feelings/relationship to that NPC! I was sent Minfilia three times! This ask and two from @sayonaramidnight and @hythlodaes. Frankly, I think you all just want to hurt me because I do have a lot of thoughts about Kor / Minfilia. There's a trigger warning here for suicidal ideation / planning; please proceed with caution.

Kor loved Minfilia. She never got to tell her that.

It's a guilt nestled deep in her breastbone, not as keen as her sister's but no less pronounced; it echoes in the laughter of her friends, the quiet of a late-night hour and wherever the wild roses bloom. She loved her so keenly, the first person she really opened up to after her Lily died, and she lost her just as quickly.

I've written about it before, but Kor never saw her Echo as a gift. She never wanted to be a Scion, let alone a Warrior of Light, and always viewed the responsibilities as burden she bore because Hydaelyn was absurd enough to give it a woman who wanted to die. When she met Y'shtola and the other Scions she had just backed out of trying to throw herself down down to the cliffs beneath La Noscea, and she recklessly abandoned her station under the belief she would join the crew long enough to learn as much as she could about the Echo — to undermine it — then take herself out.

In waking there was only apathy, and her nights were full of nightmares.

But Minfilia? Minfilia was good. Far kinder than Kor deserved, and she knew it. She stood in the Sands while this ratty Captain waltzed through her door, reputation preceding her — all jagged edges and gnashing teeth — and accepted her all the same. She took her hand despite knowing the wolf could bite and said to her, "I validate your anger. What happened to you wasn't fair."

Minfilia always believed in Hydaelyn's light, which was always a point of contention between them, but she never pressured Kor to do more than what she wanted. If she wanted to walk away and abandon the Scions, that was her right. If she questioned her leadership or balked against her judgement, she would allow her — but she was always patient in explaining her reasonings and reconciling Kor's anger. She was allowed to feel like the Echo was a burden, she was allowed her anger and her grief. Minfilia also had the Echo, but she was not so naïve as to think it was a gift for everyone, and she would not shackle Kor to it no matter how much the realm might need her.

Kor only knew leadership through two lenses: fear or duty. She was respected as a Captain because balanced the weights of tough and fair, yet she believed her crew only followed her because they had limited choice. Minfilia taught her that it was possible to lead through kindness.

To lead through love.

There were many nights spent in the quiet of The Solar, quiet hours in the din. With drink in hand the two women would simply talk. Of duty, yes. But also about how they felt about the world and their places in it. Minfilia would get so passionate talking about her hopes for Eorzea and it nearly made Kor believe in it too.

Because she loved her. Not like a lover, but in the way a soul reaches out to another and says 'oh, I know you'. In the way Minfilia could ask Kor to die for Eorzea and she'd answer "How? By your blade or mine?"

Yet she believed in Hydaelyn's light. That was always a point of contention between them. When she called Minfilia answered, and Kor was left behind.

She was a confidant the woman needed, taken from her all too soon. But the lessons she gave her Kor did not forget, and they were the foundational point for her loyalty to the Scions.

I love you, I love you, I love you. You deserve to love too, Kor. You deserve to know love.

#｡･ﾟﾟ･ — 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 : koret #｡･ﾟﾟ･ — sea answers things #i hope this hurts you all as much as it hurt me #THANKS #i need a tag for kor's wol verse THIS IS A REMINDER TO MYSELF

[to2llynottoby]

Rumors have been going around for a while now and I just want to set the record straight. I wouldn't have even bothered and I don't expect most people to believe it but I feel like I have to get this off my chest

This is a callout post for @foxmulderswaifu5ever (aka Scully, aka foxmulders), who is, as some of you may have guessed, the father of my beautiful Donald Kaczynski. Ever since I got pregnant she's been more dismissive, inattentive, and frankly negligent than I thought her capable of. It's not easy being a mom, but she refuses to step up and help in these early months of my pregnancy despite my REPEATED insistence.

This is her reaction to me breaking the news to her. I hoped it could be a happy occasion, but her response was absolutely chilling. Infantalizing, dismissive, and completely insensitive!! Maybe it's just the hormones but this really felt like a knife to the heart. An emoji-shaped knife no less.

Here she is conveniently forgetting a doctor's appointment were BOTH supposed to be at. Note her flippant attitude towards both me and the baby. I'm not sure if other moms have to deal with this but I am utterly appalled that someone I trusted enough to share eye contact with (which is of course how you get pregnant, everyone knows this) could be so laissez-faire and aloof about something that matters so much! I was waiting in the doctor's office for an hour before I even got word she wouldn't be making it because of, and this is not a joke, her "job".

And I wasn't even going to say anything, but this was the final straw. Making fun of me and my position openly, taunting me with this ask and KNOWING that I would likely be too afraid to answer, much less make myself vulnerable by telling everyone the sick, twisted game behind such an innocuous message. She thought she had me cornered, she thought I wouldn't dare to speak out because I know a lot of her friends are likely to take her side even despite ALL THIS EVIDENCE of her mental and emotional abuse. Well sorry dad, but this mom won't go down that easy!

I don't expect many of you to believe me, or take my side even if you do, considering how loved this person is by every person who interacts with her, and how charming and funny and cool everyone (rightly) thinks she is. But just because someone is amazingly likeable doesn't mean they can't be a DEADBEAT SCUMBAG behind the scenes.

Anyway this has been a long stupid rant and even as I'm about to send it I'm still second-guessing myself. But that's just what it means to be a do-it-yourself mom these days, you have to be ready to make the hard choices and do the right thing. Sorry for cluttering up your dashboards with my drama, but I just had to tell my story even if it would upset some people.

#to2lly not discourse #mutual drama #okay to reblog

[13uswntimagines]

Hesitate (Rose Lavelle X Singer!Reader)

Request: Reader is Famous and releasing a music video. The team watches it, not realizing that it’s actually a relationship reveal or that rose is remembering how you two shot it. 

Basically it’s just team chaos and Rose x Reader romantic fluff with a touch of humor mixed in inspired by the song Hesitate by the Jonas brothers. 

Authors note: Hey dudes, I had fun with this one, so i really hope you enjoy it! Hit me up with Requests (especially baby reader or ABO ones) and comments. Its super motivating to hear what you guys think!

Rose rolled her eyes at her friends, not for the first time. Hell, probably not for the 50th time in the past hour. 

She understood that they were all excited for your new single and music video drop, but they were annoying the shit out of her. 

“Come on Rosie, get hype with us,” 

“No.”

She didn’t want to get hyped. Not without you there. It was why she didn’t even want to attend the team's stupid watch party. She didn’t want to see your face on the projector they used to watch film. She didn’t want to watch the music video the two of you had created together with her friends. 

She just wanted to stay under the covers and call you while it came on. While the world found out your secret. 

But here she was. 

“I heard that this album is more romantic than the last one,” Lindsey said, popping a piece of popcorn in her mouth, as you answered a few more fan questions. 

Rose had to hold back her hum. She knew just how romantic the album was. She had heard all of the songs in various stages of completion. (It kinda came with dating). 

You had trouble expressing your feelings in words, but it was easy for you when you could sing them.

“I mean, the last one was a depressing breakup album,” Kelley easily pointed out, bumping shoulders with her girlfriend.

“She seems like she’s in a much better place this time,” Kristie chimed in. 

Rose knew you were, but she didn’t feel the need to explain that your last album had not been about a girl. Instead, it was about your family. 

You had called it your most cathartic album, and frankly, she knew it was. She knew how freeing it was to finally say what you had been waiting to for so many years. 

“Why don’t we ask her,” Emily suggested, whipping out her phone far too fast for anyone to feel comfortable. 

“Emily no,” Sam gasped, already reaching for her phone. 

“Emily, yes,” The defender said back, bolting to the other side of the room and already typing out a comment. “It’ll be fun to watch the other fans freak out,” 

And then suddenly they all saw Emily's comment pop up on the screen. 

Is the single about your new significant other? 

And the stream of illegible comments that followed it from the fans. 

Rose rolled her eyes, though she didn’t protest further. You also loved to watch the fans freak out.  It was just more fun when she was there to laugh at what they were saying with you.

Hanging out on your album drop night was a tradition the two of you had kept for the 7 years of your relationship. 

She was slightly disappointed she wouldn’t be able to be there for your time square album purchase, but she had responsibilities and you understood that. 

At least she didn’t have to communicate with you on a public forum. She pulled her phone closer to her face. 

You look cute in that bowtie 

She typed the text and hit send (not for the first time that night), smirking when your phone pinged with her ringtone on the projector (a version of the fans chanting 7 nation army). 

You furrowed your eyebrows as you read the text, and a blush bloomed across your face. You cleared your throat, “You guys know I don’t talk about who the songs are about,” 

Your tongue poked out as you read some of the disappointed comments, showing off one of your dimples as your smirk grew. “Plus, I think it’s about time to get this show on the road,” 

You wiggled your eyebrows. 

“Thank you guys for tuning in and hanging out with me, this is Hesitate. I hope you enjoy,” 

You sent one last megawatt smile to the camera and wiggled your fingers as the screen faded to black. 

Pitter patters of rain filled the background, and the black screen turned into wet asphalt.

Rose closed her eyes, remembering the sound of the waves as you stood on the concrete pier and the smell of the ocean from the perch you had shot the scene on.

“Love is inherently terrifying. I think that being in love is working through that fear because you would do anything for that person,” 

Your voice filled the room as the camera panned up to show you and a mystery girl on the Pier. You ran your finger through the girl's hair, brushing it out of her eyes. 

And suddenly, Rose was transported back to that moment, with you. 

******

“This is weird,” Rose mumbled, glancing over at you as you both leaned over the pier railing. 

“It is, but it'll look cool in the end,” You shrugged, you wouldn’t deny that watching the waves below you while 10 different cameras were trained on you was kinda strange, but it was necessary. It was better than having every movement you were supposed to make scripted.  “They’ve gotta have shots for the beginning and ones that they can filter in between the other shots,” 

She hummed at the explanation. It made complete sense why you had to do it, but it didn’t change how odd the whole experience felt. But it didn’t feel bad. She was glad about that. It was why it had taken you nearly two years to convince her to be in one of your videos with you. 

“So what do we do, just stand here and sway?” She asked, a slight scoff in her voice. 

You knew the tone well and were glad it was the playful scorn that indicated some form of enjoyment over her actual annoyed voice. 

“For a bit,” You said, turning towards her and grabbing her hand. You brought it up to your shoulder to get ready for the next section of the video. “And then we’ll get ready for the rain scene,” 

Her nose scrunched, as her other hand came up to your shoulder and yours fell to her waist. “Do I have to?”

“No,” You chuckled, beginning to sway. “But it’ll be fun,” 

She pouted, her head shaking slightly. 

You smirked at the expression, glad that she was having an ok time with all of this (especially with how uncomfortable she had been with the idea in the beginning). “Haven’t you ever dreamed of dancing in the rain?”

“No. I’ve played soccer in the rain and that was more than enough for me,”  She grumbled, still leaning into you. 

“At least this rain will be warm,” You nudged her cheek with your nose. 

She rolled her eyes, trying to fight the slight uptick of her lips. Your insistence was pretty adorable, and she was actually looking forward to being able to say that she had danced with you in the rain. “You say that like it’ll change my mind,”

You hummed, hearing the fondness in her tone, mixed with slight anxiety. 

You knew rose didn’t believe she was the greatest dancer in the world, but together, the two of you would no doubt look amazing. Especially in a rainstorm. 

“I promise I won’t let you fall,” You promised gently, leaning in and pecking her nose. 

She chased your lips, her hands sliding off your shoulders to grip the collar of your leather jacket and pulling you back towards her, connecting your lips in a steaming kiss. You let her, savoring the way your lips moved together. Like they were made for each other. 

Too late She thought, smoothing your collar as she let you pull away. “I didn’t think you would,”

You very carefully brushed a strand of hair from in front of her eyes, your features suddenly turning serious. 

“I would do anything for you,” 

The honesty in your voice should have terrified her, but it didn't. It sent a warm feeling through her chest. It made her feel safe, and it made her love you that much more. The earnest side of you was her favorite after all. 

You slowly leaned forward, connecting your foreheads, pulling her a bit closer to you by your hands on her waist, and carefully beginning to rock to the rhythm of the music. 

She noted how gentle your hands were on her. How you molded yourself to her with so much care. How you held her like she was the most important thing in the world. 

She was after all. 

You placed another very soft kiss on her nose and her cheek, starting to hum the words to the song like they were meant just for her. 

They were after all.

“Pull me close and hold me tight, don’t be scared I’m on your side. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you,”

She knew you meant those words, and she instinctively pulled you closer to her with the arms wrapped around your neck. Her fingers gently tangled in the baby hairs at the back of your head, scratching lightly at your skin. 

It reminded her of the first time she had ever heard that part of the song. How the early morning light was filtering through the windows of your shared Seattle apartment, clueless to the fear coursing through her. You both had just gotten your schedules for the year, and between your tour schedule and her soccer schedule, your days together had been limited to under 50. It had been scary, but in the morning light, you promised the two of you would make it through. Together. 

You had kept your promise. 

She tilted her head up, just slightly unable to fight the urge to connect your lips softly. You hummed in surprise, but leaned into it nonetheless, unbothered by how it had probably ruined the take. 

You would never complain about kissing Rose. Ever. 

You pulled back, smiling gently down at her. “What was that for?”

“Do I have to have a reason to kiss you?” She smirked back, her finger playing with the curls at the very back of your neck. 

You shook your head lightly. “No, I’m just surprised. You’ve kissed me twice today,” 

“I’m full of surprises baby,” Her eyes glimmered with the words, and you couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you. “Trust me, I know,” 

You did know. Rose seemed to make it her mission in life to keep you on your toes, and you loved it. Your banter was one of your favorite aspects of your relationship, and you were glad that it hadn’t faded in the six years that you had been together. 

You pulled her back into you, beginning to sway to the music again, enjoying the way she felt pressed up against you. 

“There's nothing I wouldn’t do for you,” You hummed to the song, twirling her away from you and rolling her back in so her back was to your front. 

Her little giggle made you smile, and you couldn’t fight the urge to kiss her cheek again. She made you feel giddy. Like a small child, and you loved it. 

You twirled her again, and pulled her close, rocking her as the song loop restarted. 

“Cut!” The director yelled, pulling you out of your moment with Rose, and drawing both of your attention to him. 

You liked Tony. Despite his outward cockiness, he had always treated you well, and his partner Steve was an absolute sweetheart. 

He passed his assistant his shiny aviators and took his clipboard as he approached the two of you, and you leaned away from rose slightly, just because you could never focus when she was so close to you. 

“That was amazing you two,” He smiled widely at you, patting his clipboard. “I think the chemistry between you is off the charts on camera,”

Rose’s cheeks flamed at his assessment, and you couldn’t help but kiss them again. 

“Thanks,”   

“We’ve got everything that we need for the first scene. Are you two ready for the water scenes?” He asked, glancing down at his clipboard. 

You made eye contact with Rose. It was her comfort that really mattered to you. “You ready?”

“With you, always,” She hummed, leaning further into you. 

“Then let's do it,”

*****

“It’s gotta be weird filming these things,” 

Rose blinked up at the sound of Lindsey’s voice, and Kelley’s little nudge to her shoulder. 

She shared a look with the older defender, blushing at being caught daydreaming. 

“Like imagine actually dating her while she’s doing things like this with some random actress,” Lindsey continued, completely oblivious to the silent conversation happening next to her. 

Rose had to agree though. Watching you do music videos with random actresses (or random singers) was a very very weird experience. 

She was proud to say that the only one that had ever sparked her jealousy was your performance of Senorita with Camila at the VMA awards, and that was because the young singer didn’t seem to understand that you were already in a committed relationship. 

Maybe that's part of the reason she had agreed to do the music video with you. Maybe she was just ready to be out to the world with you. 

She was so proud to be yours and you hers that you wanted to share it. 

“It’s interesting that they haven’t shown her face yet though,” Sam added, gesturing towards the screen where they could see the girl back, surrounded by white sheets and too fluffy pillows. 

Your finger dragged against her cheek as you transitioned into the first chorus, and she had to admit that it looked amazing and romantic, despite how awkward she had felt filming it. 

******

You flipped your hand, holding Rose’s palm up with your own. 

“Just relax,” You smiled impishly at her, moving your joined hands in slow circles through the air just above your faces. You pushed and pulled, making random shapes in the air for a long minutes before you dragged your fingers down to intertwine with hers. 

“You’re a dork,” Rose chuckled, rolling her eyes when you brought the back of her hand to your lips. 

“Hmm, but I’m your dork. Only yours” You smirked back, glad that she was at least having an OK time despite all of the cameras. You knew that this was the scene she had been most nervous about. It was the most intimate, with her in a tank top and you in just a crew neck, surrounded by fluffy white sheets. 

She let out another low chuckle, using her other hand to brush a curl out of your eyes. “You are,” 

“And you’re mine,” You said. You felt the honesty in your words, and you knew that Rose did too. You pulled her hand to your chest, right over your heart. 

“I will take your pain. And put it on my heart. I won't hesitate. Just tell me where to start” You hummed softly, staring into Rose’s blue eyes like it was only the two of you here in this moment. 

She couldn’t help herself. 

She leaned over you, bracing herself with a hand next to your head, her lips very close to yours. “I thank the oceans for giving me you, you saved me once now ill save you too. I won’t hesitate for you,” 

You hummed the words in tandem, and you knew that she meant them as much as you did. 

You let go of your connected hand, instead choosing to wrap it around her hip, steadying her. 

“Am I yours?” She asked coyly, her breath fanning across your lips. 

You unconsciously licked yours, smirking. 

You surged forward, dropping your hand from her hip to the back of her thigh, using the momentum to flip your positions. 

“You are,” You hummed confidently, leaning down to very gently connect your lips with her. 

“Don’t you ever forget it,” She mumbled against your lips, her hand wrapping in the collar of your shirt to pull you down even further into her. 

“And cut,” Tony’s voice broke you out of the moment, and you jerked back, nearly falling off the bed. 

“Great job you two. Your chemistry is unparalleled,” He continued. “Now I just need some shots of y/n singing,” 

Your cheeks flamed just as much as Rose’s did this time. You hadn’t meant to get so caught up. You didn’t like exhibiting the more intimate aspects of your relationship in front of people. The softness was only for Rose’s eyes. It was just so hard not to with Rose. She made you feel things so deeply, and even now it was difficult to keep your hands to yourself when you were with her. 

You cleared your throat. “Can do,” 

Rose smirked at you, nudging your ribs under the covers. You glared at her. 

Tony clapped, smiling brightly at you. 

“Maybe recreate the moment with Rose's hand on your chest?” He suggested. 

You nodded, intertwining your fingers with Rose’s. You kissed the back of her hand and pulled it back down to your chest, right over your heart. 

You were sure she could feel how quickly it was beating. 

“Like this?” You asked, looking over your shoulder at where he was stationed behind one of the camera screens. 

“Rose lean in just a bit, and you look directly at the ceiling” He directed, his fingers fluttering as she shifted down on the pillow and closer to you. So close that her nose nudged your cheek, helping to relax the sudden tension that had overcome you. 

Relaxing you enough so you could feel natural. 

“Perfect,” He called out, and you glanced at him from the side of your eye, staring directly up at the camera placed above your head. “if you could just say the I’m yours again, and then we’ll take it from the chorus,”

“Sure,” You hummed. 

Rose chucked from beside you, moving her nose against your cheek again. You wouldn’t want to do this type of video with anyone else. 

******

“I mean, they have to be close to each other,” Emily said, waving her hand towards the screen. Rose had to agree. Though the shot again didn’t show her face, it did show the way her nose pressed into your cheeks, even as you moved your joined hands to your heart. 

“Look how comfortable they look together,” The defender continued, oblivious to Rose’s thoughts. 

Lindsey’s head cocked to the side, “Do you think that this is like an actual relationship reveal?”

Kelley snorted at both of her girlfriends, “Why else would they hide the actress’ face?”

Rose rolled her eyes at the obvious answer, but that was your plan after all. 

You wanted the fans to know how important the person in the video with you was. You wanted them to be drawn in and pay attention to how the two of you moved together. That’s exactly what it did. 

It still amazed her how you knew how to get your message across to your fans, and the artistry it took to do it with the subtlety and grace that you did. 

“Like, how cliche is it to come out in a music video,” Emily cackled, earning a glare from Rose. 

You put so much thought into every aspect of what you did, she wouldn’t let her friends minimize that. 

“She’s not coming out,” Rose grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest. “She‘s just revealing her relationship,”

“It’s more than we’ve ever gotten before,” Lindsey shrugged, raising an eyebrow at Rose as the image on the screen changed. 

It was a high shot of a full stadium, each fan holding up a light so they looked like stars. All except for one. 

The spotlight on you also happened to light up a girl in the audience, but again all the fans would be able to see was her back. Your eyes never left her, despite the camera flying over the audience. 

It was an incredible shot, one that conveyed that no matter how much you were singing to the fans, really you were singing to her. 

“God, imagining being the only one she’s actually singing to when she’s on stage,” Kelley said, waving her hand at the shot. 

“Imagine them actually shooting it,” Sam countered, and Rose couldn’t help but shrug. 

*****

The hum of drones was loud, even as you stood together in front of the stage. It was weird to watch the audience file in and still have you next to her. 

You almost never got to see the audience trail in with her. You were always backstage, getting ready, or tucked away so no one saw you were a surprise guest before they were supposed to. 

But here, with only 500 people, it was easy to stay. 

“Don’t worry, Quinn and Lexa will be with you the whole time,” You mumbled, kissing her cheek and pulling her more tightly to your chest. 

“I wasn’t worried,” she hummed, her hands scratching over your arms as she leaned back into your warm form. 

She wasn’t used to you being so openly affectionate in public, but she couldn’t find it within herself to complain. 

She knew you were nervous about her being in the crowd without you. That’s why you had assigned your top security to be beside her, but the fans didn’t know who she was. Not to you anyway. 

“I know, but I was,” You muttered, earning a giggle from her. 

Your overprotective nature was something the two of you constantly joked about. 

“I don’t know what I would do if I lost you,” you added, squeezing her just a bit, unaware of the cameras on you or the microphone recording your conversation. 

Rose chuckled, turning in your arms so you were facing each other, and pressing your foreheads together. “You haven’t lost me this far, I’m not gonna go running away now,” 

You tensed slightly. 

Your relationship had been far from perfect. You had a hard time expressing yourself in the beginning, and your track record in relationships wasn’t great when you met Rose. 

But she had stuck with you through the 3 am fight and makeups, through the pressure of your first album and the success that had only brought more pressure, through your growing pains. 

She taught you what unconditional love was, and you learned how to let down your walls for her. 

You loved her with your whole heart. 

“I’d chase you if you did,” You hummed. “You’ve got a piece of me that I’ll never get back,” 

“I’ve got no plans to give it back,” She chuckled, tilting her head slightly to connect your lips, her fingers tangling in the little curls at the very back of your neck. 

You let out a low groan in your throat, your fingers squeezing her hips gently and pulling her impossibly closer to you. 

“Very good ladies,” Tony clapped, and you jerked away from Rose, earning a giggle from her as she caught your shoulders to steady you. 

“Oh, Um thanks,” You mumbled, adamantly not looking at the man. You may or may not have forgotten him and the crowd were even there. 

Tony smiled gently at you, “We’re ready if you two want to get into position?” 

Your fingers flexed around Rose’s hips. You weren’t ready to let her go. You would never be ready. 

“We’re going to do the wide shots, and then we’ll clear the stadium for the water shots,” Tony continued with the wave of his hand, already heading back towards the cameras. 

“I guess that’s our cue,” You breathed out, all of your attention turning back to Rose. 

She smiled gently at you. “We’ll only be apart for like an hour. It’s not gonna kill you,” 

You pouted. “I know, but I’ll still miss you,” 

“You’re a dork,” Rose rolled her eyes, shoving your shoulder. 

You grabbed the limb, pretending to be wounded. “But I’m your dork,”

Rose rolled her eyes again, reaching out and grabbing your belt loops to pull you back to her. 

“Say it again for me?”

You leaned closer, connecting your foreheads again. 

“I’m yours. Every part of me,” You murmured against her lips, the sincerity dripping through every syllable, even as your lips ticked up into a smirk. “even the crazy music parts,” 

Rose’s lips ticked up to mirror your expression. “I’m yours too,” She hummed. “all weird soccer traditions included,” 

You tilted forward, connecting your lips again, just as she finished the sentence. 

“Wouldn’t have it any other way,” You said as you parted. 

“Now go rock the stage,” 

She leaned up and pecked your lips before shoving you away again. 

“You better enjoy it,” You huffed, stepping away from her and towards where the stage managers were waiting for you. 

“You know I will,” She laughed loudly, moving towards her own waiting managers. 

You blew her a kiss before turning away. You would put on a show just for her. 

******

“Holy shit,” Rose’s eyes went wide as the sound of the audience overwhelmed the music, and the shot zoomed in over her shoulder so you were front and center. 

Then the shot changed, flashing to you in the same position in every scene you had shot. The noise of the audience got louder as the images shifted more rapidly, suddenly going still on a closeup of your face. 

It was easy to see you had someone wrapped in your arms, your lips close to her ear. 

And then your voice sounded, soft but sincere just over the audience. 

I don’t know what I’d do without you. You have a piece of me I’ll never get back. I’m yours. 

The scene shifted on screen, pulling out wide to show you holding her at the pier. 

The sound of her own voice shocked her. I’m yours too.

But she didn’t have time to process before the song restarted, the bridge building as the rain crashed around the two of you on screen. 

“Damn,” Emily muttered, leaning back in her chair. 

It truly was an incredible sight, you twirling a girl in the rain on the pier, spliced in with the image of the same dance on the beach and in an entirely empty stadium. 

It was a breathtaking shot, but Rose was still caught up in how they had used her voice. How they had taken words that were meant only for you and her. 

“Imagine fucking dancing with her in the rain,” Kristie cackled as the video rolled on. 

“Imagine her saying that to you,” Lindsey countered. 

“And then writing a song about it,” Kelley hummed. Side eyeing where Rose was still frozen on the bed. 

She could have sworn that the last, whispered line was Rose. The midfielder also held a strong resemblance to the girl you were with on screen. 

She knew the midfielder was in a relationship and had been for a long time, but it couldn’t be with you, right?

Rose let out a low sound of agreement from the back of her throat. It did feel good that you wrote songs about her. 

It felt even better that she was one of the first ones to get to hear the songs you wrote. There was nothing quite like you sitting on your living room floor, strumming your guitar to a tune she didn’t quite know, or the two of you listening to a new track in the car for the first time. 

“But it’s gotta suck filming rain scenes,” Emily said suddenly. “Like imagine all that cold water crashing around you, and then having to stay out in it,” 

Rose shrugged. “It’s warm rain,”

****

“Easy,” You hummed, very carefully steading Rose as she tripped over her own two feet in the sand. “Can’t ruin the outfit before we even get it on camera,” 

She rolled her eyes goodnaturedly at you, leaning further into your form. She hadn’t expected the sand on the beach to be so deep. “You’re an asshole,” 

You shrugged, your fingers tightening just a bit where they rested just above her hips as she wobbled again. “No, I’d be an asshole if I threw you into the tide,” 

You tilted your head towards the water growing closer to your position, just barely away from where the light stands stood. Soon they would be touching, but you didn’t really mind. The production staff had it all planned out anyway, and you were sure they were waterproof considering that the rain was coming. 

“You wouldn’t,” She huffed, pinching your side and earning a chuckle from you. 

“No, I won’t,” You agreed, chuckling slightly.  “It’d ruin the video,” 

She actually pushed you this time, earning a louder laugh. “You’re an ass,” 

You had expected it. The two of you had been in the sand for hours, taking various shots. 

“So you’ve said,” You smirked, pulling her back to you. “Just a few more minutes and we can go back to our hotel and chill,” 

You followed that up with a kiss on her forehead, ignoring the low hum of the rain machine above you. 

“I still can’t believe you booked a five-star,” Rose mumbled, leaning her head back on your chest. “I don’t even want to know how much it costs per night,”

“I didn’t pick the hotel,” You said, beginning to rock with her again as the rain machine made another noise. “It’s in the production budget or whatever,” 

“Just know I plan on putting it to good use,” Rose huffed, moving her body in time with you, trying not to glance up at the machine. 

They never told you when they started it, wanting your reactions to be real, but she had learned from the pier not to stare up at it. A face full of water wasn’t very fun, not when the droplets were made to show up on screen. 

“How very economic of you,” You chuckled, twirling her gently before pulling her back. 

“I’m nothing if not pragmatic,” She said back seriously as the machine above you gave a loud whoosh and the water started to fall. 

“It’s one of the reasons I love you,” You mumbled sweetly, kissing her hair again. 

“Is it?” She asked, letting you twirl her again, her hair spinning out in the rain. 

“Hmm,” The sound came from the back of your throat, your eyes following her form as you spun her again, before rolling her back towards you. 

She batted her eyes at you. “Tell me more,” 

“Well,” You rolled your own eyes, swaying as the song restarted. “How do I love thee, let me count the ways,” 

Her lips ticked up at your mention of Shakespeare. While she loved his work, she knew you weren’t a major fan. You still sat through every production she wanted to see for her. 

She also knew you had memorized the poem, and translated it into the song All of Me just for her. 

“Are you going to quote the poem for me?” 

You shrugged, seeming unbothered by the water crashing around you. “I wasn’t, but I can if you want,” 

She hummed. “Your own poems are fine,” 

You blushed, even as cool water washed over your face, leaning in and kissing her gently. “I love you. I am who I am because of you. You are every reason, every hope, and every dream I've ever had, and no matter what happens to us in the future, every day we are together is the greatest day of my life. I will always be yours,” 

She couldn’t help but laugh at the quoted line from her favorite movie. “So are you my Noah?” 

“And cut!” Toney bellowed before you could answer, and the rain ceased with as much vigor as it had started. “While I love your chemistry still, we can’t use any direct quotes, so try and keep it off the cuff,” 

“That was off the cuff?” You pouted, whipping a fallen curl out from in front of your eyes and into the rest of the hair plastered to your head by the rain. 

“Yeah, she’s just a dork who is good at memorizing literature to pull out at random moments,” Rose agreed. 

It had been a quark you had since high school. One she had grown to cherish. 

“I’m not a dork,” You grumbled. 

“You are,” Rose cackled, shoving your shoulder, laughing harder when your pout deepened. 

“Fine, but I’m only your dork,” 

“This is what im talking about,” Tony interrupted you, as you pulled Rose closer to you. “Keep it out of copyright law,” 

You rolled your eyes, waving your hand dismissively. “Shakespeare is in the public domain,” 

“Not the point,” Tony said seriously, frustration breaking into his tone for the first time. “Give me something organic to work with,” 

The problem was that it was organic from you. It was easier to talk using the words of others than it was to use your own. Especially when there were hundreds of cameras on you. 

It was easier for you when you were alone with Rose, or you felt alone at least. 

You gave him a node and he spun on his heel waving his hands towards the cameramen. 

“From the top,” 

You took a deep breath as the rain machine creaked above you, wrapping your arms around Rose's waist as hers found their way to your shoulders, her fingers tangling in the damp curls at the back of your neck. 

“I’ll be your Noah too, if that’s what you want me to be,” You whispered conspiratorially, toying with the back hem of her shirt. 

“Let’s keep our clothes on until we get to the stupid fancy hotel,” Rose said back, equity as soft, her voice dipping. “And then you can show me how much of that scene you remember,” 

You wiggled your eyebrows at her change in octave, beginning to sway as the music started. “As you wish,” 

She slapped your shoulder at the line, shaking her head, just as the rain restarted around you. 

“Shut up and dance with me,” 

You smirked at your own line being repeated to you. “Remember we need to be organic,” 

*****

“How do you know that?” Emily asked, pulling Rose back into reality. 

She blinked at her friends and their accusing faces, how was she supposed to tell them? 

Again the music on screen paused and she turned just in time to see the closeup of your face, your drenched curls stuck to your forehead, your lips just inches from the microphone. 

You took one breath and then another, the sound echoing through the room just as it had echoed through the stadium. 

“Because,” Rose muttered, entirely engrossed in the music video. 

The shot slowly pulled out and turned to show herself standing just across from you, close enough that she could almost touch the microphone too. 

“I won’t hesitate for you,” 

Her on-screen self took a step forward and allowed you to pull her into your arms. “I know,” 

“You’re dating Y/n?!”

“Why didn’t you tell us?!” 

“Damn,” 

“How long?!” 

The words of her friends blended together as the two of you shared a long kiss on screen, chaste by any real measure, but obviously full of love. “Yes, I’ll marry you,” 

It was genius to cut out your actual proposal. The words you had said while the two of you were alone on stage, another moment when you didn’t know the cameras were rolling. It fit in so well to how you described it, writing your vows before you actually wrote your vows. 

The song was a promise to her, and the video showed how much you intended to keep it. 

“I’d give it all for you,” 

The screen turned black and the words she said yes were written in your messy cursive, and a smaller yes in her own scrawl joined your words. 

The squeals of her friends nearly drowned out the last line of the song as they threw themselves at her. 

She would give everything for you too. 

Even if you were a dork. 

“Yes, you’ll get to meet her Sonnett. Stop shaking me,” 

#uswnt imagines #uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #rose lavelle imagine #rose lavelle x reader

[thatbadadvice]

Dear Advisor,

I (M 21) have formed a tight-knit friend group in college. Yay! My closest college friends are the members of my ttrpg group, who we’ll call A, B, C, D, and E. A (F 21) and B (NB 22) have been dating for the whole time I’ve known them, about a year. Last year, A, B, and C lived in the same residence hall and were rarely apart. Now that B has graduated, the plan next year is for A and D to be roommates while C, E, and I live in a similar residence hall. I expect to see a lot of B, who plans to find a job and apartment in this town.

B is my friend, so this is *almost* fine. Except that while I like A, and I like B, it is painful to hang out with both of them at the same time. B is a fairly jealous person, and they get very upset and mean when A hangs out with friends without including them. When we get lunch together and the topic turns to an interest of A’s that B does not share, B usually ends up monologuing about how much they dislike the interest. These monologues often turn into teardowns of A as a person that the rest of us awkwardly sit through. A and B have a lot of their fights in public, and they’re mean to each other.

At this point, I’ve seen enough meanness that I don’t consider B a close friend anymore, and I’m wavering on A. I like both of them, but the way they’re willing to treat each other in public, especially the way B treats A, throws up a lot of red flags.

Any good options? I’m worried that if I tell A that I don’t like how B treats her, it’ll torpedo my friendships with both of them. C is A’s best friend, E is B’s best friend, and D is about to be A’s roommate, so it’s not like I can avoid either of them. And I do still like them, especially A. When it’s just the two of us, A is a good friend.

What do I do? I’m tempted to bring it up to our other friends, but I don’t like talking behind people’s backs.

Readers sometimes send Bad Advisor their real-ass questions to answer, so the Bad Advisor is periodically going to try her hand at answering them. If you’d like to submit a question for a Good Advice Interlude, use the “ask” form!

What a surprise it is, going on a decade-plus of Bad Advice, to finally have some TTRPG drama on the blog! ("Table-top role-playing games," for the uninitiated.) The Bad Advisor is all too familiar with the Darth Partner/Missing Stair dynamic (h/t Captain Awkward, the Pervocracy) in TTRPG scenarios and it's a real goddamned bummer, because you can mostly scoot away from the DP/MS at a party but when you're stuck at the gaming table with them, woof.

My first inclination, as an old-ass gamer lady, was to simply tell you that B will probably just move the fuck on from your group now that they're graduated and doing non-college things, but that doesn't help you in the moment, and they might not, and frankly DP/MS folks will show up for your entire fucking life if you're a game-type person in many and various modes, and it's good to figure out how you're going to handle them now and get some practice in with not tolerating nonsense in your circle. I'm gonna use some elaborate/belabored RPG metaphors in this response and want to emphasize that it doesn't mean your life is a game! (I also believe TTRPG life is real life, because it's my real life, too!) But you've given me a delightful tableau within which to work.

Your instincts for not just straight-up shit-talking and gossiping about A and B's deal are correct! You will never be able to keep those conversations totally private (nothing that starts in the TTRPG side-chat ever stays in the TTRPG side-chat), and for both A and B, it will suck to inevitably find out that their buds were engaged in such conversations. Is it possible you could safely feel out the other members of the group on the A/B relationship dynamic, as a fact-finding, temperature-taking mission? MAYBE. But it's a very risky maybe IMO, and if you don't love the dynamic, I don't necessarily think you need side-chat validation on this point. You have information the other players may or may not have; you are entitled to act upon it. I think we dispense with C, D, and E. You aren't them, and you can't control what they do or say or feel, and they aren't asking me for advice. But you can model behavior and steer your party!

So. What are you gonna do?

You start by describing B as a friend, but waffle on that some -- you've become less close because you dislike B's treatment of/behavior around A, which is fair! You're allowed to decide, with new information about how B behaves in particular situations, that you don't really like parts of a person, or maybe even that person at all! You don't have to set the whole motherfucker on fire to make your feelings known in a thoughtful, polite, and even kind way; if somebody else (B) blows that shit up, it's on them! They are a whole other person who will act a way in a game/life that you cannot control; the only thing you need to feel good about at the end of your turn is that you did something that was true to you/your character. Because for real, if there's one thing I know about people, it's that telling people to do a thing because you want them to do a thing (such as: "Y'all are miserable and you should split up!") will almost always result in the told-parties doubling down on the opposite of what the telling-party wants them to do. (This is what I do to torture my folks when I am the dungeon-master, because it is what people do!)

Assuming we're talking about garden variety shitty relationship behavior (which is what I think you've described here) and not full-scale abuse in public, I think you have a number of options depending on the situation. I don't mean to suggest that you should accommodate bad behavior; you already know that feels crappy and sows discord and confusion because you're doing it, now, by trying to side-step around the ick. You gotta choose your move depending on where you are on the board.

The next time A and B get into it in front of everybody (during a game, or at the bar, or the coffee shop, or the student union, or wherever), you pretend-roll a charisma check and imagine you got a 15+ and they rolled a combined 3 (because they have??? nobody likes this!!!!), and you say something to this effect: "Hey, A and B? These vibes are not great, can we table this tiff until later?" Repeat as needed! Passive voice/vague antecedents are great in these kinds of situations: "Can folks not get into this right now?"/"Moving on! Let's focus on XYZ!"/"Feels like we're getting off track — can we do ABC instead?"/"Wow! That's kind of awkward and private! Let's not do that here!" If it helps, imagine B is the obnoxious NPC you need to get the bare minimum of compliance out of to continue the game of not blowing up the entire situation. You already have a good bead on what people do when they feel attacked, because you're literally playing games wherein that make-believe happens! People fight back and get defensive! It's a bad scene!

Other people's bad relationships are theirs to solve, so you can treat interactions regarding those relationships as open-ended puzzle games that are not for you to finish. You are the Oracle, not the puzzlemaster. If you get A or B on their own in a safe space where you're not rushed to get somewhere or hungry or otherwise pissy or wanting, why not ask: How does it feel when A/B does that? What would you like to see happen instead when Bad interaction happens? What might you do about that irritating/annoying/weird thing A/B does? Despite what I said in the prior bullet points, your friends are not NPCs, and of course you know this or you wouldn't be asking — they are the main characters in their own lives, and you can neither save nor sink them.

It might be that A and B stay in this weird bad relationship! If it continues to cause bad vibes at the game nights/within your circle, I think you're well within your rights to say, either to one or both of them if they haven't gotten previous messages: "Hey, I like you both, I want to keep doing XYZ fun things with y'all, but this dynamic is actually really, legitimately killing the vibe, because I don't get to see the fun part where y'all make up and feel good about everything, I only see the bad arguing parts and it's just a real downer!" Don't let them off the hook about this! Stand your ground when they come back with "Oh, we're just joking" or "Ah, well, that's just how we are." Okay, they're joking and that's how they are, but it SUCKS TO BE AROUND and if it's not a big deal, they can cut that shit out!

The whole deal blows, and you're in a sorry position to have to navigate it. It just absolutely is a shit situation to have a friend-group whose dynamic is messed up in this way. But you're asking because your interest is in maintaining a collective good-feeling, and I can promise you that skipping the missing stair of A and B's bad vibes (and maybe specifically B's behavior) will absolutely in the long-term result in the precise kind of bad-feeling you're trying to avoid by skating past it today. Resentment, distrust, annoyance, back-channeling — all of the things we build and do to avoid being emotionally honest with people who care about because we think it'll hurt less in the moment, or get better later, or just change, somehow — are also 10000000% guaranteed ways to push us farther apart from the people we love, rather than keep us close and friendly.

Your people will always be your people. You have a wonderful and beloved friend group, and you will lose and add members of your party throughout your life, but you will never lose any people who were supposed to be your people if you commit to being kindly forthright while modeling your needs, boundaries, and appreciations for them. This isn't a skill you pick up once and do automatically forever; it takes work and commitment throughout your life and it's fucking annoying and awkward and so, so worth it.

#ttrpg #dnd #advice #bad advice #reader submission #college #college friends #friend advice #boundaries #awkward conversations #we've all been there

[somethingclevermahogony]

WIP Questionnaire

I was tagged by @elsie-writes and @illarian-rambling so I am responding to both of you here!

Unfortunately I have a ton of deadlines coming up so I might be posting a bit sparsely for a few days. But I would still love it if y'all continued to send asks and tag games so I have some things to respond to when I get back (on top of the things I already have to respond to!) Rules: Answer as many (or as few) questions as you'd like!

The Testaments of the Green Sea

Questions:

What was the first part of your WIP that you created?

My MC, Narul, I believe was the first concrete part of my world that I created. He started out as this sort of vague character, too big and strong for the world around him, struggling with understanding himself and his place in a world that is so divorced from what it is to be someone like him. The awkward gentle giant is a trope that I just happen to really enjoy. From there I started making a world for him to live in, for a while he lived in the Kingdom of Chisheytal, which later became the City-States of Kishetal, and for a little while I played with the idea that the world of Kobani was actually set in the post-apocalyptic aftermath of a superhero world, and that Narul was in some way related to these ancient superheroes. However as the character and the world progressed, that aspect eventually went away. As far as the world itself goes, Kishetal was definitely the first place to get fleshed out and made into a proper setting.

2. If your story was a TV show, what would the intro song be?

Frankly I have no clue. Something acoustic maybe? Something relatively chill. For all the blood and destruction in the story, a lot of it is just about the beauty of the landscape. I think it would have to be something original. But if I had to pick, and this might be a bit of a cheat, all I can think of is the song "The Greatest Adventure" from The Rankin/Bass "Hobbit". I think the themes of Adventure, but also finding purpose in the present and taking chances in your life and the people you love is something that is really central to Narul as a character. When I think of the song, I think of a number of characters like Istek, Penetinos, and The Stranger singing it for Narul and Ninma, sort of as a way to encourage them, to push them forward.

3. Who are your favorite characters you’ve made? Why?

First and foremost of course is Narul. As a bigger, not necessarily conventionally attractive guy who used to (and to some extent still) struggled with socialization and my own sexuality, I feel like I've written a lot of myself into him as a character. Narul is more expressive than me, particularly when it comes to things like grief and frustration, and so I enjoy using him as a way of addressing some of those issues from sort of another medium. Unfortunately I've made the poor fella an anxious wreck.

Istek is the polar opposite to Narul. He is free and happy, and is able to grapple with and fully embrace powerful emotions in a way that I wish I could. His grasp on life and purpose and love, are things that I wish I could emulate. His energy is a lot of fun to write whether as the daring sea captain or as the forgetful old man.

Ninma is fun, just because writing a little bratty child character is a lot of fun. She has next to no filter, and that's just fun to translate into the story.

Zatar and the Deep Sun are up there just because villains are fun to write about. Lots of violence and angst.

4. What other pieces of media do you think would share a fanbase for your story?

I'm not entirely sure! I hope there would be overlap with the fan bases for other epic fantasy series, LOTR, Wheel of Time, Etc etc. In some ways I can see a little bit of overlap with Percy Jackson fans if only because of the shared connection/inspiration from ancient mythology. Aside from that I'm not entirely sure, to be honest I'm not all that active in a lot of fan bases so it's hard to say for sure.

5. What has been your biggest struggle with your WIP?

Editing! I make constant typos and I brain dump. Editing is such a slow and boring process and one that is made even worse by the fact that I am currently working on getting a Masters Degree and so much of my time is dedicated to papers and research.

6. Are there any animals in your story? Talk about them!

There are some, there are a good deal of animals that are unique to my setting. However I wouldn't say that animals are necessarily important to the plot, at least not in the first book. You do see horned-rabbits, Flesh-eating Deer, sea-serpents, birds, livestock, etc etc. There are no pets or anything like that. I don't count spirits with animalistic forms.

7. How do your characters get around?

Walking, boats, and horses. Nothing all that exciting.

8. What part of your WIP are you working on right now?

I am in the process of editing my second draft for book one and I have started on book two. Right now I'm not doing much of anything, finals season doesn't particularly allow for a lot of heavy writing/editing.

9. What aspects of your WIP do you think will draw people in?

I think worldbuilding will certainly be a big part of what draws people in, but I also hope that people will  enjoy the found-family aspect and will be really drawn in by all of the side characters that interact with Narul and Ninma.

And if that fails, there is lots of blood, violence, monsters, adventuring, magic, and queer romance.

What was the first part of your WIP that you created?

If your story was a TV show, what would the intro song be?

Who are your favorite characters you’ve made? Why?

What other pieces of media do you think would share a fanbase for your story?

What has been your biggest struggle with your WIP?

Are there any animals in your story? Talk about them!

How do your characters get around?

What part of your WIP are you working on right now?

What aspects of your WIP do you think will draw people in?

Tagging @scribble-dee-vee , @patienceofstone , @americanfemcel , @hallowedfury , and @patternwelded-quill as well as any one else that is interested!

#writeblr #writing #wip #creative writing #fantasy writing #testamentsofthegreensea #fantasy #queer fantasy

[redhoodinternaldialectical]

Was wondering who's your favourite Jason Todd writer. (Maybe least favourite too)

Oooh this is a tough one! In part because I'm not entirely sure who to count as a Jason Todd writer, and in another part because I'm trying to pick someone other than Winick bc saying it's him feels too obvious lmao

The joke answer is Bruce Jones, because I genuinely adore Nightwing: Brothers In Blood, though I uhhh- look I GET why other people do not xD

But really maybe I should just bite the bullet and say it's Judd Winick. I do love what he did with the character and I can say with confidence that I'm not just listing him cause of Under the Red Hood. Seeing Red in Green Arrow (2001) is like my favorite comic run ever. Jason's appearance in Outsiders (2003) is great. Streets Run Red in B&R was solid. Lost Days remains my favorite interpretation of the time after he came back, despite the fact that I have some criticisms.

That being said, I do think I mildly prefer him in an anti-hero role rather than Winick's sympathetic villain who can sometimes be reasoned with, and I quite like what Rosenburg has been doing with him.

It feels like Rosenburg has a really solid idea in his head of who Jason is and why/how he clashes with the other bats. I enjoyed The Man Who Stopped Laughing way more than I thought I would. Taskforce Z has definite merits. Gotham War was a complete clusterfuck and horribly organized, but I do think I see what he was going for there and was interested even though it clashed badly with what the other writers were doing.

So yeah, I guess that's my answer. Rosenburg is my fav modern Jason writer so far and Winick remains the heavyweight champion of Jason writing overall.

My least favorite on the other hand isn't any of the usual suspects (Starlin, Morrison, and Lobdell)

Starlin seemed to want to write vicious, seedy thrillers about realistic serial killers and the worst that humanity has to offer and was instead stuck writing Batman and Robin lmao. Should he have just found other employment instead, or knuckled down and written to the tone of the material at hand? Probably! However, putting Batman and Robin in a world that was patently unfit for their type of heroics was interesting to read for me, and frankly, most of what I love about Jason wouldn't exist without it.

Morrison was certainly unfavorable to Jason, but using Jason and Dick as opposing ideas of what it means to be Batman is honestly really cool, and idk I think if you can get passed the aesthetics this version of him works.

Lobdell... might actually just be bad at writing entirely? But! Lobdell has a lot of good ideas and can write something that's fun. There are several more competently put together stories that I can't say the same of.

So yeah, it's none of them, because Cavan Scott was the one who wrote the worst rendition of Jason I've ever had the misfortune to read.

Even mother fucking Battle for the Cowl did a better job with Jason! Just by giving him character motivations and a reason to be in the plot! Titans United Jason is a complete asshole to everyone around him despite having reasons not to be. Like, not even for no reason! For negative three reasons!! There are many different roles he could have taken in this comic that would have been interesting, but instead he is "thug who insults Connor Kent and is generally useless and incompetent".

Though to be fair to him, Titans United was a tie in for a TV show that has very, very different histories for all of the characters involved. It was basically a commercial and as far as I can tell this author wasn't involved in the show or any of the characters outside of this one comic. It might honestly be unfair to call him a Jason Todd writer at all.

And if we don't count little one offs like that then... yeah I don't really know who my least favorite would be *shrug*

Anyhow I feel like I've rambled more than long enough, hope this was an interesting read and thank you thank you for sending the ask :3 !

#jason todd #damian's tomfoolery

[nullshocked]

❤️🧡💛💚💙💜💗💖💕💘🤎🤍🖤 sorry i mean uhhhhhhhhhhhh dealers choice

Send a Heart + a Ship For a Brief Snippet 💗 slow kiss / gentle kiss / inevitable / soft

He’s waiting outside the bar, chainsmoking through a pack of cigarettes when someone asks: “Are you Jean?”

The name always makes him tense. He only lets two people call him Jean anymore: Promise because she’s known him long enough that she’s allowed to, and Virgil because that’s his partner. The only other people who know that name that are people he doesn’t want to talk to, and frankly? Jack has no clue who the fuck this man is. Some older human, made haggard by too much alcohol and the late hour. No names or memories spring to mind.

“Sorry,” Jack grunts. “Wrong guy.”

“You don’t remember me?” The man asks. “I came by so many times.”

And looking at him, Jack thinks he might sort of recognize him. Or rather, he recognizes the kind of man he is. There were a lot of men like him back then, their faces rendered foggy and incomprehensible by the shit he was using. And that just means he has even less reason to talk to him. He takes a drag off his cigarette and blows smoke in his face.

“Fuck off.”

The man doesn’t like that. Beer makes him as mean as it makes Jack stupid enough to pick a fight. He grabs Jack’s arm and Jack stops listening to anything he has to say. Panic seizes him the way it does when anyone suddenly grabs him, kicking and shouting, trying to twist himself out of his own jacket just to get away.

He nearly tumbles over when something slams into the man and knocks him over, wobbly knees struggling against the momentum of the man hitting the pavement. It takes Jack a few seconds to register Virgil, the taller man placing himself between Jack and the man. The elf doesn’t even have to say anything. The man takes one look at him, scrambles to his feet, and staggers down the street away from them.

Jack works his jaw and leans against the wall. “Asshole.”

“You okay?” Virgil asks quietly.

“Couldn’t take no for an answer, that’s all.” Jack fishes out another cigarette from the dwindling pack, fingers shaking as he goes to light it. He feels sick to his stomach. More nicotine isn’t likely to help that, but if he doesn’t keep his hands busy he’ll just end up tearing at his own skin.

“Can we go home?”

“Yeah.”

His free hand finds Virgil’s arm, fingers tangling in the sleeve of his coat. Jack always feels strange showing any outward affection to him in public, feeling ridiculous and clingy for doing so. But right now he doesn’t want to stray too far from the other man. His nerves ease a little more with Virgil close to his side.

When they get back to the apartment, he finally breaks down and cries—angry, bitter tears, frustration and sorrow melding together until it overwhelms him. He presses his palms into his eyes and starts to sink to the floor, but Virgil catches him in his arms and pulls him in.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry—” He feels pathetic and weak, that somehow all this time can pass and yet it never stops. Something finds him, sometimes a man and sometimes a memory, and it all comes flooding back again.

Virgil doesn’t waste words. He holds Jack in his arms and lets him cry, his fingers massaging the base of his neck. And when Jack runs out of tears to cry, he bends down and kisses the corner of his eye, then his forehead, then the tip of his nose. And then he takes Jack’s face on his hands and kisses his lips, long and slow and gentle.

“You’ve got me?” Jack murmurs, more statement than question.

“I’ve got you,” Virgil responds softly.

#mailbox #gravedigg #ship: cigarettes and chocolate milk #nullshocked writes #oc: jack rye #c: virgil acheron #this is not a snippet bc i am bad at this sorry

[rhythmic-idealist]

sorry to be in my honey nut feelios abt jjk without even bothering to catch up on the manga yet, but

and this is for my toge inumaki brethren out there. i just.

at what point do you think this boy started thinking oh damn, maybe i do survive to adulthood

I can pinpoint a point in manga canon where I think he would've actually thought this out loud, but I just realized that this OP can be a relatively manga spoilers free post, so I'm going to go ahead and exclude it. Toge and Yuuta had a conversation that Yuuta concluded by saying "thanks, that'll come in handy" & I think the events of that chapter would be ones that Toge would think this about.

Anyway:

When Yuuta was sent away to Africa I'm sure Toge had all kinds of feelings about that but I have to wonder if one of them was okay. Okay. I can never necessarily hope he's coming back ...I didn't WANT to tangle my feelings about my survival with that, but I have

Like, I don't think Toge has ever approached people via how powerful they are, I think that puts a very bad taste in his mouth. But still, in both his relationships with Gojo and with Yuuta, he's obviously got to be Aware. Which makes me feel all kinds of ways about his relationship with Satoru Gojo (enough breathing room to live. to make friends. Toge Inumaki is one of Satoru's biggest success stories when it comes to Trying To Be A Shield Behind Which Children Can Be Children)

But he knows whether he's equipped to defend himself if the higher ups change their mind on him, and even after Gojo's in his life, the answer is still no

Yuuta rolls into Toge's life as many things, but particularly as someone who's gonna fight for him, next to him.

That's what I think is happening in the mall scene, you know? I think the movie betrays a very real sense of I'm Not Going To Look For Anyone To Save Me.

Yuuta is that for both Toge and Maki, you know? Like, Maki doesn't wind up taking him up on it, but they both have a moment with him where Yuuta is like hey I'd like to throw myself fully behind you (Toge) / your goals (Maki).

And obviously like. like as I said, Toge is already under what protection Satoru Gojo has to offer, but also, I mean, Yuuji dies while under that protection. Satoru is intentionally distant and frankly intentionally offputting in a lot of ways

and Satoru is spread THIN, Satoru is working on a vision for everyone, so. yeah, Toge could land anywhere within that vision, and I think he knows that.

anyway Satoru is spread THIN trying to do something for EVERYONE...

Meanwhile Yuuta rolls up and decides okay, I am in this for Maki and Toge and Panda.

....and. that. might just be okay. that might just be something.

And Toge lets it creep in slow, it keeps surprising him. hope is a dangerous thing because Toge doesn't like crashing, Toge happens to like being happy, and he's figured out how to be pretty okay, within a young expiration date.

(I tend to assume there are ugly politics hanging over Toge's head and he knows. I tend to headcanon that both Toge and the higher ups know that the second they start becoming too afraid of him, they can send him into some fight a little too big for him. He's under Satoru Gojo's protection but Yuuji died under that protection. It's not quite the same arrangement as Yuuji's delayed execution once-he-becomes-a-threat, but only because it's not an execution stated out loud. It's politics. Quiet. He knows he's toeing a line and, as he becomes stronger and improves his technique, probably on a timer.)

(And Toge's relationship with that isn't obedient acceptance, it isn't dying willingly and quietly. But it is that he isn't strong enough to fight that once it comes knocking. And No One Is Going To Fight For Me, not fight for me and win.)

But it is creeping in, his awareness that Yuuta is in it beside him - that if one day there is a fight too big for Toge, he just has to turn to one side and ask.

It would be an overstatement to say he starts planning to live longer but. he's only human. feelings sneak in. and then they send Yuuta overseas.

and I think Toge very quickly goes ok I can't assume he's actually coming back

and I have to imagine Toge gets kind of weird about it around the other two as he figures out how to try to have the feelings he is supposed to be having (I miss my friend) and privately, privately deal with the other feelings he is having (crashing hopelessness at my circumstances, at how I need to just go "never mind never mind never mind" over something I had a goddamn right to hope for)

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #inuokko #not inherently but the inuokkos will want this one I think #toge inumaki

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Hello hello lovely! Hope you are doing well. Saw that you were asking for some requests so i thought i would stop by and send mine in. Could we get some Joel miller Fluff please?

Surprise

"Do you have the paper cutouts?", you turned back to Joel whose face you could hardly see through the heaps of boxes in his hands. Ellie's birthday was tomorrow and you had spent almost a month planning it now. Well, that was a lie. You had started planning it the moment she had told you when her birthday was. You three were still in the middle of the woods back then. She was lying by your side, anxiously playing with your fingers the more that the darkness thickened around you.

"So, are you winter or spring baby?", you asked her out of the blue simply wanting to take her mind off all the nagging thoughts clouding her mind. She let out a sigh, "Nether. I was born in summer, I think at least". A part of you hated that you even brought it up considering how Ellie's mom had died and that she never truly experienced that parental warmth. "Well, that explains why you are such a little bubble", you tickled her side playfully, making a light smile flash across her lips, "Our sunshine, huh?", you continued to attack her sides until Ellie finally broke into giggles.

"Joel", you asked him again since he didn't answer, "Yep, got it, got it", he breathed out with a huff. Take careful steps to not fall and drop everything. "Do you need a hand?", you ask him, "No", no he states. "You sure?", "Yeah, you just think about decorating it all, I wasn't built for that stuff", he let out a laugh and you nodded even if he couldn't see you.

Your first plan was to get everyone in Jackson involved. Host the whole thing in the eating hall. Have people sing Ellie Happy Birthday. Have heaps of different food, music, her classmates, and all but Joel quickly shook his head when you told him. A sensory overload he had said. And quite frankly he was right.

Ellie found it hard to adjust to the life in Jackson. Oddly enough she was more scared here than when you were making your way from the QZ. Flinches. Nightmares. She had started to become a shell of what she was. Tight smile. Zoning out. It broke your heart and you knew that it broke Joel's too, he just didn't show it so easily. You had lost count of how many nights you spent crying because you couldn't get her to eat, to speak, to do anything.

"We're a family us three", Joel brushed the tears from your cheeks, pressing you closer to him as he tried to soothe your cries. "We went through deeper shit. One step at a time we will get her back", You had nodded at that. Clasping Joel's hand tightly.

So small party it had to be. Even if she was doing better. Dina was the one who cracked the ice the most in your opinion. You and Ellie had been walking home from the little bakery and Dina had jogged up to you both to hand Ellie some of the school papers. That was the first time you saw a tiny flicker in her eyes. Even if she still crawled into your bed at night and held your hand in the big crowd, looking at Dina somehow made her look so much more alive. She reminded you of you. Of how you looked at Joel.

"What's this...", your head shot up. You cursed under your breath quickly as you saw Ellie standing in the doorway. "Oh am... I.. this", you stuttered. She felt so stupid for not thinking that she might jog home earlier. "It's your birthday tomorrow, girl", Joel said, standing up to crack his back. "Was supposed to be a surprise", you huffed, shooting Ellie a sad look. "Is that a fucking rocket?", Ellie quickly stepped into the living room. "Language", Joel warned her. But she was too busy tracing her fingers over the cutout of a rocket you had made.

"Drew this for you", you mumbled. Ellie quickly turned to you, "You... you did that?", you nodded, "For me?", you nodded once more. You saw her looking you both over for a second before she bit her lip, rushing to hug you. You met her halfway. You felt every little cry that slipped past her lips. Joel too stepped closer. He pushed his hand up and down her back. Leaning forward to press a kiss to your forehead. "We're real bad at being sneaky", he let out a deep chuckle. You only nodded your head, "How we survived in that forest is beyond me". Joel shook his head. Ellie pulled away from you slightly, "Does this mean we get to eat the cake tonight?", she asked. "No", "Yes", you and Joel said at the same time. "Joel...", you said in a warning tone. "Ellie if you run, I'll cover for you".

#joel miller x reader #joel x reader #joel miller imagine #joel miller x you #the last of us imagine #the last of us x reader #pedro pascal x you

[nixii-sabre]

6 for the oc ask thing

Actually fucking marry me for sending an ask for the oc ask thing but anyways

6. Who will they take advice from, no matter what it is? Who won’t they take advice from, no matter what it is?

No specification on which OC so like., I guess Ill go through all of them because this is an interesting question

(Big answer under cut)

Rainworld OC's

Endless - Endless will always, ALWAYS take advice from Chime. The only time he didn't was during their argument. He's especially reinforced the idea of listening to Chime now that they're together <3., He also won't take advice from... A lot of people, however probably Belief is the main person he will not take even friendly advice from

Koi - Will always take advice from her ancients. In comparison to her combative and competitive behaviors toward other iterators, she oddly listens to her colony. She's never talked about the matter, but its most likely due to knowing what happened to her brother when *he* didn't pay attention. It's a main reason she worries for him and tries to protect him, even nowadays.

Niche - Niche will always take advice from Cookie. Specifically cookie. She'll rarely every pay attention to her scavengers as she believes they have nothing good to say, but she has a soft spot for cookie- and sometimes she has a point. Also, Niche will never, *NEVER* take advice from iterators or ancients who have been apart of a taboo matter (i.e sliverist group chats/conspiracies, self destruct sequences, breaking the torture method, etc).

Those are all the important RW oc's of mine lmaoo. One Last Chime [OLC] belongs to @chaoticgoober as always.

Downfall

Oh boy. Oh boy. I have.. Wayy too many downfall characters to go over this, so Ill just go over with it for a handful.

Noah - Noah by beloved <3 I love him so much ^^ Anyway. After years of living with them, noah's pretty much learnt to take any and all advice from The Watcher. Considering they're a godlike being. The only type of advice they wont take and instead will *give* Watcher is emotional advice. also I think this was already a given but noah will not take advice from Kevin. not. not that kevin would give any advice.

Sludge - Sludge will take advice from everyone, however he'll always listen to his grandmother <3 He doesn't have a particular someone he won't want advice from (unless you count his father who he wants nothing to do with).

Kevin - Will take advice from Divala, will not take advice from Noah

Aqua - Awa will take advice for ANYTHING from ANYONE. Genuinely. He is extremely tentative and will listen and do whatever you say.

Nightshade - Will take advice from Dayna always. Will not take advice from Cindy. He doesn't care that they're siblings, he does not trust her. she threw a lizard at him

Si`le - Will take advice from Cupid. They're the bestest of friends <3 Will NOT take advice from the other sins. Quite frankly they can go fuck themselves in his opinion.

(Dayna belongs to @littleauralite)

Lethal Company

:3

Harvey - Harvey will forever and always take advice from Baron. He likes his short chubby friend much more than he'd like to admit. He will not take advice from Theo, even if it's advice like 'hey I don't think you should go in there I think I saw a bracken' because he will just blatantly ignore him

Baron - Same thing, will always listen to Harves <3 Won't not listen to advice from anyone he's good with whatever

Elle - You don't listen to anybody, do you?

Theo - Will always, always take advice from Elle. He knows damn well she knows what she's talking about. This is especially useful when *he* doesn't know what the fuck he's doing. N/A on the second part

Cheerio - N/A, I think this is pretty clear

Ye., these characters are from a rp thang I'm doing with @xenomorphicdna , @bongocongocaveman , @leastactivejester (soon), and my friend chickenboi

Ooops., i rambled sowwy

#lethal company #rainworld #rain world #windtooth plane #lethalcompany #downfall #down fall #downfall rp #downfall sludge #downfall noah #downfall kevin #downfall cindy #downfall nightshade #lethal company mimic #mimic #masked #selenophobia #windtoothplane #wind tooth plane #ROTTOOTH PLANE #endless moving nights #karmic obnoxious inaccuracy #one last chime #hidden niche of pearls #cookie #scavenger #rw scavenger #ancients #ancient #rw ancient