#and then got fed up with me continuing to do the thing yknow

[ghastbutlikegay]

by the way i just wanna make sure it's clear that i would 100% rather have my RSD triggered than have someone let me make them uncomfortable to protect my feelings. my disproportionate emotional response is not your responsibility. i dont want people to feel uncomfortable or upset because of me. me having ADHD and being sensitive is not an excuse for me to hurt you

#this isnt about anything in particular #i just remembered a post i saw recently where someone was talking about people using rsd as an excuse to make people let them do whatever #i wanna make sure it's clear that when i mention rsd #it's from a place of 'i would appreciate if you clarify that you dont hate me for doing something that annoyed you/upset you/made you mad' #and not 'never ever tell me to knock it off and never ever be visibly annoyed by me' #i can handle people being mad or annoyed at me #sometimes i just need to hear that like. i didnt ruin a friendship/it isnt forever/they dont hate me now #and id much rather be temporarily upset than lose a friend because they felt like they couldnt tell me i was doing something wrong #and then got fed up with me continuing to do the thing yknow

[sandinmybed]

big ramble about mike's love languages and how that relates to his relationships with will and el ahead!

its just occurred to me that in s3, during lucas and mike's little "how to apologise to a girl when you're gay and dont have any instincts in a straight relationship" crash course, the one thing mike did actually understand as relationship advice from lucas was "girls like presents." that's the thing he focused on the most, which was a great segue into a silly montage of lucas, mike and a very fed-up will running around the mall trying to buy gifts for the girls.

however, el doesn't give a damn about presents, not really. she doesn't really react to the flowers he gives her in s4 - she cares more about the note and what it says (and what it says does not please her.) el's love language appears to be words - she keeps mike's letters, and she's acutely aware of what they all say. she needs mike to *say* that he loves her - him showing how much he cares is not enough for el. so mike focusing on giving her presents was never going to work. his way of showing affection/love is not what she naturally recognises.

but yknow who does canonically like presents?

this boi.

continued under the cut because this got long:

the only advice mike's able to take from lucas' girlfriend apology training speedrun is the one that applies to him. mike's love language is receiving gifts. this isn't a "mike's so selfish" dunk post because hes literally thirteen and it makes sense to him that if he likes presents, el must like presents too. everyone likes presents, right? but it just further shows the disconnect between them. they can't recognise what the other person needs. (side note, el never gives him any presents or compliments him during the course of their relationship if i recall. mike isn't receiving love in a way he understands either.)

when mike fucks up with el, he needs a training course from lucas on how to fix it and he still doesn't understand what's going on (and lets not forget mike is smart as fuck, he should logically be able to work this out.) then, like four hours later chronologically, he fucks up with will. he visibly realises he's fucked up as soon as he says the infamous INMFYDLG line and without anyone telling him to, he travels miles in the pouring rain to fix it. notably, with words. will is also not interested in presents. mike isnt often (maybe ever?) shown giving him a present, but he gives will plenty of heartfelt words and verbally appreciates will. in season 4, he fights with will and el on the same day AGAIN, and what does he do? he brings el a plate of eggos, which she rejects by not touching them. they fight more, "a fight you can't come back from." and then later, his apology to will - he doesn't bring any gifts or peace offerings, he just calmly talks to him and apologises sincerely. and it works perfectly - they're back to sharing their feelings with each other and being best friends. the tension in their relationship is basically gone after that.

on a related note, let's look at what will and el do when they first see mike after a year, mike! six months. el plans a whole day together, doing all this crazy fun stuff like breakfast burritos and rollerskating, and mike goes with it but his response is noticeably a little confused. think about mike as a character - he's nerdy, a little awkward, he likes comic books, video games, movies, and stories. he's got his close friends but he's not really a social butterfly. he'd probably be just as happy to go home and watch movies together and hang out, rather than meet a bunch of el's "friends." it all goes to shit, as we know, which is neither el nor mike's fault, but it does.

will brings the painting to their reunion. will has been working on this painting for like a week, probably. he's poured tons of effort and time into it. he obviously doesn't get a chance to give it to him until the van, but when he does?

mike loves it.

that awestruck smile - this is for him and will made it. and we know mike particularly likes receiving will's art, he's been shown to have more of it on his walls than even joyce does. this is also why mike is so confused - these tags perfectly describe why mike is so messed up about the painting, imo. he likes gifts, and brings one for el, but el doesnt give him one back. but then will does, and he loves it, but will says its from el.

but this also explains why after the painting reveal, mike looks a little bit like he might know something's up.

gift giving/receiving and words of affirmation are the love languages that mike understands best, remember. so will byers, visibly emotional, has just given him an epic speech about how great "el" thinks he is, while presenting him with a handmade gift that's perfectly thought out for mike's interests that he poured hours of work into. let's not forget mike is very intelligent. i dont think he's fully oblivious like fandom thinks he is - when it comes to mike wheeler feeling appreciated, will has absolutely nailed it, and that's his downfall when it comes to hiding his feelings. he's too good at knowing what makes mike feel loved. so now mike's got to deal with will's perfectly adapted tokens of love and how instinctually easy he finds it to please will, vs his girlfriend, who never really makes him feel appreciated, and his own inability to make her feel appreciated

#mike wheeler analysis #mike wheeler #byler #byler analysis #anti mlvn #mike's love language is gift receiving #stranger things analysis #mike wheeler i know what you are

[immoralraigan]

♥ What's the WORST thing that has happened to you rp wise?

salty mun saying salty things meme

So like-- I haven't had many terrible experiences with rp, I guess? maybe I'm just lucky. But the ones that did hit me were so catastrophic i may or may not have a bit of trauma connected to it.

The most notable one actually involved an entire ring of friends, who I thought at the time that I'd keep for the rest of my life. Together with them, we made up the entirety of a game's tumblr rp community at the time; it wasn't very big, honestly. ... OK, well I'll just come out and say it coz I don't think there's anyone left from that bygone era: it was the f f 9 rpc. We were tight. The whole group was welcoming to newcomers, and honestly I was super proud to be a part of it.

I won't deny that there was a black sheep or two; a couple people that actively caused drama, but I was never targeted by them, and the majority of us just tried to ignore them anyway.

(Actually yknow what I'm putting the rest of this under a readmore bc it's SUPER long)

Either way, things started to fall apart after a lot of the group got absorbed into playing f f 14... And uh... one by one activity in the group slowed to a stop. I felt like I was being left behind and decided to, yknow, try it out... not coz I was interested in 14, but coz like, I wanted to keep hanging out with my Friends, yknow-- not be forgotten and all.

I kind of hated it? Like, I absolutely despised f f 14? I hated being locked into doing dungeons, I hated the story, I hated the music and the art direction... I REALLY hated the battle system and the UI layout... and I especially hated that I was pouring time and money into this that I wasn't gonna get back. I was happy to still be with my friends, but the strain was showing between everyone even more than I had been noticing before. There was drama I hadn't been aware of going on that I wished I hadn't become privy to. They were becoming less of a friend group and more of a... mass of toxicity. In short, I was not having fun and I was wasting money and time on something that was only causing me stress.

A year & a half and $400+ later, I canceled my subscription. And no matter what any of them did, I would not do any more free trials or accept gift subscriptions-- I was that fed up with it.

I guess more in-fighting continued even after I had left. I stayed in the d iscord server, but I felt more and more forgotten over time, and I guess there was this one last argument between two people that just-- that was the final straw for me. So I left the d iscord without any further notice. I'm pretty sure nobody in that group minds that I'm gone, even to this day. I imagine they didn't like me for being so neutral about everything and unapologetically despising f f 14. I don't fault them for that. They're free to stand by their game.

It's not all bad though, I guess. I at least still have good memories of the many shenanigans we got up to in the rp days, and the old rp blog is still around-- though my own antics from that time makes me cringe now, lol. Either way. I don't blame anyone for any of what happened. I still care a lot about those people and hope they're doing well, no matter what path they chose in life. The only thing I've blamed in this story for the longest time is f f 14, namely for tearing them away from me and bringing out the worst in everyone. That and I guess I blame myself for having such flimsy constitution against these things.

Oh one last about all that drama-- the 'black sheep' people I mentioned about mid-post? They were at the center of the in-game f f 14 drama, from what I could gather. It was just typical... I guess they finally got to the group after all.

But yeah I guess that's less rp-related and more just... "hello time for your precious friend group to be torn apart" related.

#palidinus #ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏᴅ's ɪᴍᴘᴇʀɪᴀʟ ᴛʜʀᴏɴᴇ 「 ooc 」 #( story time ig lol #I have actually grown a lot from my stance on that game tho. it just took a lot of time to heal #who knew a videogame could be at the center of traumatic experiences lmao #but no nah i dont actually quite feel repulsed by it anymore. it's just like... a game after all ) #( still makes me sad )

[nxrthmizu]

Crash and Burn

fandom | miraculous ladybug

genre | salt, lila salt

pairing | n/a

w.c | 3.2k

author's note | hey remember that lila salt fic i promised? this isn't it but this is something i made today so yep. please accept this as an apology for yknow. me promising to write and. not doing it.

Enough was enough.

“Marinette, stop accusing Lila! She just wants to make friends!”

“Take the high road.”

“Be a good model student, Marinette.”

Enough. Was. Enough.

Marinette had the connections, the power, the choice to make Lila’s entire world crumble apart. The only thing that stood between the liar’s demise was the tiniest pinch of morality and self-restraint— And no, that self-restraint did not come in the form of Tikki. Even the kwami, who had to be an aggregation of all the good and nice things in the world, was fed up and ready to retaliate.

“What a joke.” Lila cackled, tossing a chunk of her sausage hair over her shoulder flamboyantly. The two girls were in the bathroom, with Lila smirking in front of the sink and Marinette a little distance away from her. “You can make my world crumble? What is this, a threat?”

“A promise.” Marinette corrected. “Stop telling lies. Come clean to every one. No more lying about knowing celebrities left and right, no more making excuses about not being able to take your own notes, no more making up ‘diseases’ just so your life gets a little more convenient. To be frank, I really don’t care what happens to you— But by making these empty promises to introduce my classmates to great ‘celebrities’, you’re ruining their futures. Stop.”

“And what are you going to do if I don’t?” Lila sneered, face twisted into an ugly grin. “You going to cry in front of the class? Try and convince them that I, the one they adore— That I am lying?”

“No.” Marinette’s eyes were clear when she met Lila’s. The clouds of self-doubt that used to hover over the bright, shining star inside her soul had now dissipated, letting the bluenette emit a confident, glowing appearance as she met the liar head on. “I’m just going to keep my promise.”

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Lila headed off to a modelling shoot after school, pleased at the prospect of spending more time with Adrien. There were a couple tendrils of Marinette’s words hanging behind in her mind— Did the girl mean what she said? Did she actually… Was she actually capable of causing Lila’s downfall? … Surely not. Marinette may have once been the ‘Everyday Ladybug’, but there was no way she was that competent, there was no way the girl was capable of plotting.

The Italian hummed, brushing away thoughts of the annoying bluenette from her mind. She was going on a photoshoot— One that was going cause the rise and burst of her career, the one that was going to make her name a globally-known one. Unfortunately for Lila, her plans were going to be derailed quite soon— In fact, as soon as Gabriel Agreste’s car rolled into the parking lot of the shoot location.

“Explain this, Mlle. Rossi.” Gabriel’s nostrils flared as he pointed to the tabloid article on his tablet. The Italian girl froze, the headlines seared into her eyes, big and black and bold, shooting poison right into the core of her body, paralysing her cell by cell starting from her heart. “What is the meaning of this?”

‘Adrien Agreste Reported To Be Harassed by Fellow Model’— The image under the caption was one that was clearly taken by a hidden photographer. The picture was framed with leafy foliage, which suggested that the camera was tucked up in a tree. Despite the distance, it was quite obvious in the image that Adrien was reeling away, disgusted and uncomfortable as a faceless woman in an orange blazer, back turned to the camera— Invaded his personal space.

The subtitle was the cream on the cupcake.

‘Witnesses State Gabriel Agreste Ignorant of Workplace Harassment’.

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As if things couldn’t quite go down a worser path, Lila returned home to a fuming mother and an unexpected visitor.

“Lila! You come here right this instant!” The diplomat demanded as soon as the front door opened, her daughter shrinking slightly at the tone and pitch that her mother was using. The last time her mother had been this angry— Well, it was when she got expelled from her last school. “I can’t believe what you’ve done! If it weren’t for your kind classmate, lord knows how long you would’ve continued with this!”

The Italian meekly followed her mother into the living room, eyes widening until they were as large as saucers, mouth agape at the last person she expected to see sitting on the couch.

Marinette smiled kindly, waving at the girl, looking every bit the part of the innocent, pure, kind child that every parent wanted to have. Before Lila could release a torrent of questions about what the hell Marinette Dupain-Cheng was doing in her living room, her mother charged on, beginning to take out her anger on her daughter while a literal angel sat on the sofa, cradling a box of pastries from her family’s bakery.

“Your friend here tells me that you’ve been taking absences from school to go on trips to help humanity!” Mme. Rossi exploded, waving her arms around madly. “She says she’s here to share her notes from the classes you’ve missed! You’ve never left Paris this year! What’s this I hear about flying off to the kingdom of— What was it called again, Marinette dear?”

“Achu.” Provided the bluenette helpfully, the diplomat’s expression instantly softening when she talked to the other teen in the living room.

“Ah, yes. Thank you, dear.” The woman turned back to her daughter, instantly snapping on a mask of anger in a matter of a fraction of a second. “What’s this about flying off to this kingdom of Achu to help homeless orphans with some random prince?”

“Um…” Lila piped up, wriggling as her brain churned at 200 lies per hour, trying to whip up a cover of some sort.

“I’m not done! Your friend here is such a helpful child that she even went as far as to ask her family doctor is there’s a cure for your… Lying disease!” Mme. Rossi practically roared, breathing flames as if she were an intimidating dragon, her daughter flinching away from the heat. “I’ve never heard of anything more ridiculous! And then there’s the fact that you lied to your classmates about having tinnitus?!”

“I actually do have tinnitus!” Lila cut in forcibly, widening her eyes to make herself look more pitiful. “I was just afraid to tell you because I didn’t want you to worry!”

“Bullshit!”

“Um… Sorry to interrupt, Mme. Rossi,” Marinette piped up, the diplomat instantly cooling down as she faced the bluenette, a soft smile tracing the Italian woman’s lips. “But it’s getting rather late and my parents would love me home soon. I also have some tests to revise for tonight, so I think I should get going.”

“Oh, of course, dear.” Mme. Rossi hastily got up to help the bluenette to the door, shooting a warning glare at her daughter— ‘Sit still and don’t you dare go anywhere’, the glare read. “Feel free to come over again anytime you want, dear. I’m not home often, but you are such a sweet child. I’m sure Lila could learn a lot from you.”

“Thanks for having me as well, Mme. Rossi. I really like your home. I left the pastries on the counter— Make sure to warm the curry puffs before you eat them.” Marinette returned the smile, bowing slightly to the older woman as a sign of respect.

“Thank you for the pastries as well, Marinette. I ought to visit your parents’ bakery sometime when I’m free.” Mme. Rossi opened the door kindly for the bluenette, waving the girl off with an affectionate smile. Her parents must be so lucky to have such a sweet little thing like her, Mme. Rossi sighed internally, turning the key so she locked the door. And she seems to be a high-scoring student as well.

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Lila seethed, having been grounded by her mother. As far as Mme. Rossi was concerned, there was a boarding school not too far away from their current residence, and by the next week, the Italian girl would be transferred over. Lila had never hated Dupain-Cheng as much as she did in that moment.

Still furious, the Italian snapped her laptop open, too angry to bother with the fact she might’ve scratched the surface. Clicking into the web browser, she started to type in the words ‘Ladyblog’— That was, before a news article caught her eye.

‘Jagged Stone Interview Reveals Underage, Obsessed Fan’.

What on Earth…

As soon as Lila clicked into the link, the news footage from the interview immediately begin to play. The date stamp on it showed that it had aired last night— Which meant that she would’ve missed it, since her mother was too busy yelling at her to turn on the television to watch Nadja Chamack’s daily news.

“As soon as I heard this rumour about some underage teenage girl claiming that she had saved my cat on an airport runway, I called Penny and asked her to book a slot for me to clarify this,” Jagged Stone said grimly, dressed in more formal attire as he sat in the comfortable, cushioned chair of the news station, with Nadja nodding equally seriously beside him. “Let me clarify— I’ve never owned a cat. I’m allergic to fur. The only pet I’ve had was Fang, and he’s an al-li-ga-tor. Not a cat. Whatever the girl is claiming, she’s obsessed and making up stories.”

“It’s also kind of bewildering that she saved it on an airport runway,” Nadja continued, shaking her head in disappointment. “That kind of thing only happens in dramas— It’s too dangerous for anyone besides authorised workers to be on airport runways.”

“Right, right!” Jagged agreed instantly. “The whole rumour is just really baffling.”

“M. Jagged, may I ask what kind of effect these rumours have on a celebrities’ career?” Nadja continued, leading the conversation on like a professional.

“Well, rumours that circulate around tend to have really bad effects, and the worse ones can hang around for a long, long time. Tabloids are often spun off from rumours, baseless and with no evidence. Those tabloids will never truly disappear, so they can leave a mark on a celebrity’s reputation as some people will believe anything— Even things they read from un-cited tabloids.”

“That is simply terrible. Have you ever had any cases of rumours created by underaged teens before this?”

“I’ve had quite a number, but none of them really got as big as this one. From what Penny has found from digging around, the teen girl managed to spread the rumour through her school and onto a once-popular blog.” Jagged explained. “Penny has also found out that the same girl has claimed that I’ve written songs for her to thank her for saving my cat! I would never write songs and dedicate them to an underaged girl— Trust me. If I could do such a thing, I’d already have written a dozen in honour of my niece— She’s my favourite designer.”

Nadja smiled at that sentence. “Then—“

The news footage cut off abruptly as Lila slammed her laptop shut, too upset to continue watching.

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On the other side of Paris, Alya was pacing around her room frantically, wondering why on earth Lila wasn’t picking up on her calls. She’d left at least four dozen messages to the Italian, who was absent from school that day. There had been a couple whispers here and there about why she was missing— Rose had suggested another impromptu trip to Achu.

Lila’s absence wasn’t the weirdest part of the day, however.

That award would go to Marinette, who walked into class with a smile, the slightest sprinkles of delight colouring her bluebell eyes when she spotted Lila’s empty seat.

Growing in frustration, Alya threw herself onto her bed, phone clattering onto the mattress with her. Within the next few minutes, however, her phone suddenly started exploding with notifications. Excited at the prospect of Lila finally texting back, Alya turned on her phone, only to be disappointed by the notifications all clamouring from the class group chat.

Kim had sent a link to the chat— Without hesitation, Alya clicked into it, frowning when she saw Nadja and Jagged appear on the screen. Throughout the interview, the colour on the Ladyblogger’s face only paled by the second until she was as white as a sheet, and if it were halloween at that time, she would’ve won the best costume award for being a ghost.

There must… There must’ve been a mistake.

A notification from Lila’s number made the blogger perk up, instantly clicking into the conversation— But her newfound hope didn’t last very long.

[Lila]

Hi, Alya. This is Lila’s mom. She’s currently grounded right now. Is there anything important you need to tell her?

[Alya]

Oh, nothing much… I just wanted to ask where she was.

[Lila]

She’s at home.

[Alya]

Okay, thanks.

Flopping onto her bed, Alya begin thinking, revising over the past few months like it was an old clip. Lila’s exciting adventures and interactions with celebrities of every kind— Lila going overseas and face timing the entire class— Lila letting her in on the secrets of being Ladybug’s friend…

… Marinette trying to tell them that Lila was lying…

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The class was awfully silent the next day. Adrien was absent as well— A social worker was looking into his home life as a result of the tabloid that arose. Things for the blonde could either get better or worse from then on, as the matters were still foggy and things hadn’t cleared up yet. The blonde maintained contact with his friends, however, calling and texting them whenever he could.

“Class, settle down.” Mlle. Bustier stepped into the class, looking very tense and uncomfortable. “Today, we will have a guest, so please be on your best behaviours, alright?”

Just as the teacher finished speaking, a tall, regal-looking Italian woman entered the classroom, a cowering principal and a meek-looking Lila in tow. The class brightened slightly at the sight of their friend— But by the way she wasn’t looking into their eyes… Things weren’t going to be good.

“Good morning. I am Mme. Rossi, Lila’s mother.” The woman begin speaking, her firm and no-nonsense tone instantly making every student sit straight, their eyes too afraid to look anywhere else but the Italian diplomat. “It has come to my attention that my daughter has been taking absences from school to do charity work— And I have to clarify that this is a lie. Lila has been doing nothing but holing herself up in her room, lying to me and saying that there are no classes due to akumas.” The Italian diplomat glowered at Damocles. “What’s even more baffling is the fact that neither her homeroom nor the principal bothered to check up with me despite a student having extended periods of absence with no note or email written whatsoever.”

The class was so quiet that they could hear the quiver of Mlle. Bustier’s trembling lip.

“In addition, I’ve been kindly told that Lila has claimed to have a lying disease, which is the most ridiculous thing I’ve heard this week.” It was impossible to miss the way the Italian diplomat was glaring daggers at both Mlle. Bustier and Damocles. “No one bothered to look it up online to see if it’s actual disorder, nor did anyone call me to confirm and ask for a doctor’s note, which is standard procedure.” Chills burst over the room, making every one shiver as the woman hissed out her words.

“Mme. Rossi, we didn’t want to disturb your busy schedule—” Damocles begin, only to be blown backwards from the sheer intensity of Mme. Rossi’s glower.

“M. Damocles, standard procedures exist for a reason. Unless you’d like to tell me about any other things you’ve been letting my daughter get away with?”

“N— No, Mme.”

The Italian diplomat continued on her war path. “My daughter also claimed to have tinnitus, am I correct?”

“Y— Yes, Mme.” Mlle. Bustier answered when it seemed like no one was going to.

“And I heard that the class seating arrangement was shifted to accommodate for that?” The homeroom teacher didn’t dare answer this time, for it seemed like whatever she said would be the incorrect answer. “And apparently, my daughter has also been faking broken wrists and requesting for her classmates to complete her work for her.” Mme. Rossi was practically breathing flames at that point, “And I am incredibly upset at the lack of action from the homeroom teacher.”

No one could breath.

“I have many concerns about the running of this schooling facility, and I expect to discuss this with M. Damocles privately after this. However, there is still something to be done.” Mme. Rossi swept her gaze towards her daughter, who found the floor incredibly interesting at that point of time. “Lila? Something you’d like to say to your classmates?”

“… I’m sorry for lying to you.” Lila mumbled resentfully.

“Louder, Lila. No one can hear you.”

“I’m sorry for lying to you!” Lila swallowed, bursting like an explosion that had finally been triggered, tears in her eyes and fists hatefully curled. “I’m sorry for lying about my diseases and injuries. I’m sorry for making you do my work,” She spat. “Sorry for causing any inconveniences.”

Mme. Rossi raised an eyebrow at her daughter. “Is that all?”

Lila glared at her mother, who was completely unfazed. “Oh, so you want an apology from me? Fine!” She turned to the class, a maniacal glint in her eyes as she sneered at the class, a few gasps puffing from around the room as they caught their first glimpse of the liar that resided in the ‘harmless’ shell of Lila Rossi. “I’m sorry that you are all such idiots that you all fell for everything. I’m sorry that Marinette has such terrible, untrusting classmates that turned their backs on her even though she was still a goody-two shoes till the end, even though she still wanted to help you sorry peasants. I’m sorry that you were all so goddamn gullible! There! Good enough for you?”

Shock was etched into the faces of every human in the classroom— Including Mlle. Bustier, M. Damocles, and Mme. Rossi themselves. Clearly, that part of the apology had not been part of the plan.

“Did I miss something?” Said a sweet voice, followed by the presence of a bluenette, her hair tied in a half-up. A royal blue blazer decorated her lithe form, accompanied by a smart-looking white blouse and a black plaited skirt. Formal had never looked so good on anyone— And if someone didn't know better, they'd think that the bluenette was a young lawyer, emerging victorious from her first successful case.

“Marinette!” Alya exclaimed.

“I’m sorry that you’re such an annoying, little, pest.” Lila bit in the girl’s face, disdain colouring her features as she ignored her mother’s enraged gasp behind her.

The bluenette simply smiled, unaffected by the liar who had crashed and burned like the liar once wished upon her. Marinette Dupain-Cheng stood at her full height, the perfect image of grace and poise as she maintained her composure, quite unlike her nemesis, who thrashed under her mother’s restraining hands.

“And I’m sorry that you didn’t take my promise to heart.”

this can count as adrien redemption depending on you cause ehhh i dont like how passive he is but i havent caught up with the recent episodes, he might have become better. idk.

also where the hell is my miraculous taglist i cant find it so eep. no tagging ppl ig oops

#miraculous ladybug #the tales of ladybug and chat noir #marinette dupain-cheng #lila rossi #lila salt #rossi salt #ml class #ml salt #ml class salt #marinette deserves better #badass marinette #lila rossi lies #lila's lies are exposed #adrien agrete #alya cesaire #cady writesss «

[lemonpeter]

Day 27 - A/B/O (Peter/Tony)

I went totally overboard with this (2K+ words), I hope everyone enjoys! 🧡 I had a request a while back for omega Tony and alpha Peter, so here you go!

Warnings: intersex omega, genital language such as ‘pussy’ (regarding Tony, the omega), breeding kink, pregnancy talk (briefly), heat/rut cycles

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They both knew it was coming.

It was marked on their shared calender. They had discussed it more than once, making sure they knew what they were doing. They were prepared.

They really were going to spend a cycle together.

It had been pure luck that they had finally lined up, Peter’s rut and Tony’s heat hitting at almost the same time. So everything just seemed perfect that they finally spent one together.

Then the day finally came.

Tony’s preheat had already been a bit of a mess, being around an unmated alpha who was close to rut couldn’t have helped. So they were prepared for his heat to be worse than normal.

When the pain started first thing when he woke up, the idea was just confirmed to him.

But Peter was still asleep, so he’d have to do a couple things to distract himself. He knew that the alpha would need his sleep. They likely wouldn’t get much in the days to come.

So Tony got up, pulling a robe loosely around him and slowly crept to the kitchen. He just really wanted coffee. Not that he needed any help being awake.

The sharp, radiating pains in his abdomen caused him to grimace, but he pressed on. He was determined to get his coffee. And he could fix some for Peter, too.

As he poured his cup, humming happily, he felt his body heating up slowly.

He had already had a low fever previously, it almost always happened in the days leading up to his heat. But just in the couple moments, he was panting and pulling the robe away from his chest in a weak attempt to get some cool air to his sticky skin.

Iced coffee it was, there was no way he was consuming anything hot.

It didn’t take him long to fix his drink, then one for Peter. He made his way back to the room, still panting slightly.

And the alpha was still asleep. It seemed that he had not liked Tony’s absence and had taken to curling around a pillow instead.

Then Tony noticed the ever so slight rock of his hips into said pillow and he smirked.

He felt himself start to slick at the sight. Sitting on the bed again, he gently nudged Peter.

“Hey, alpha,” he cooed, grinning.

Peter was instantly awake at the calling of his presentation, pupils wide and dark. “Hi, omega,” he said sheepishly.

He took notice of the pillow between his legs, cheeks flushing and pushing it away.

“Apparently you needed a little help,” Tony commented, sipping his drink and holding out Peter’s to him. “I’ll be right on that. Just let me...finish...”

His brain fogged up for a moment and his thoughts were lost as Peter’s rut scent hit him for the first time. It was deep, richer than normal. All sharp smoke and rich dark chocolate. Usually the scent was lighter, like a campfire where s’mores were present. This was different. Darker.

Peter seemed lost in the same way, lips parted as he took a deep breath. “Omega, please,” he breathed, squirming as he sat up.

Tony eyed the tent in the alpha’s shorts, nearly drooling. He wanted that in him immediately, coffee be damned.

His submissive side, the side of him that only came out during heat, wanted to present and let the alpha do what he wished.

But the more commanding side still had a bit of control.

“Undress,” He told Peter cooly, setting the drinks on the nightstand.

The young alpha instantly complied, nearly tripping over himself as he kicked his shorts off and pulled his oversized tshirt over his head. That left him completely bare, showing off the fact that he hadn’t worn boxers to bed.

Tony looked over him, seeming like he was sizing him up. It wasn’t like it would be the first time they saw each other naked. It really wasn’t a big deal.

But he was dramatic, so everything had to be a big deal.

He felt more slick gush out of him, ruining the sheets surely, as his eyes dropped to the alpha’s cock. Standing proud, flushed red, and gorgeous. It was perfectly thick and long and he knew from personal experience how good it felt inside of him.

And there, barely visible yet at the base, was the star of the show. Peter’s knot.

A weak whine bled from Tony’s throat and he unconsciously started moving towards the younger man.

Peter watched him, still seeming a bit overwhelmed. But he relaxed, biology taking over as Tony and his delicious heat scent got closer.

It was like Tony could see when the instincts kicked in. And he wished he had a video of the exact moment because it just made him wetter.

The alpha practically jumped on Tony, pinning him to the bed with his strong thighs bracketing the older man’s. One hand worked furiously to undo the tie of the robe, quickly getting it off and thrown as far away as possible.

There. That was much better.

Tony’s face flushed lightly as he was completely undressed. It wasn’t that he was shy about his body, it was just that the look Peter was giving him was so much more intense than anything he’d seen on the young man before. It was hot.

One hand slid gently over the omega’s stomach, then dipped lower. The alpha gently stroked Tony’s cock, purring happily at the moan he received. “Can I...can...” he stuttered, chewing his lip as his rut-fed confidence broke.

Tony purred loudly, hips rocking up into the touch. “Can you what, honey?”

“Can I...can I finger you?” He asked shyly.

The omega groaned at the simple question, nodding quickly. “Yes, baby. Yes. You can. Please,” he babbled.

He felt the press of Peter’s eager fingers against his hole, biting back an embarrassingly loud moan. He had barely been touched, he didn’t need to be so vocal. But he just got that way with heat.

Peter slowly slid his fingers in, amazed at the complete lack of resistance.

The omega’s body eagerly accepted the two fingers, clenching down around them once they were far enough in.

“Alpha,” Tony gasped, biting the inside of his cheek. “God, no, I can’t wait. I really can’t wait. You can do this later, I need your knot now,” he demanded.

Peter looked surprised, but laughed softly. He was used to the bossy behavior, he was just under the impression that Tony would be more...submissive in his heat.

Not quite.

He slowly pulled his fingers out, sneaking them in his mouth quickly. He moaned softly at the taste of the sweet slick.

Tony smirked as he watched him, but impatiently nudged him. “Come on. I thought that practically begging for your knot would get it inside of me already. I don’t want to wait, Peter.”

“Sorry, omega,” the young man said sheepishly. “Can you...turn over maybe?”

“Are you asking me to present for you?” Tony asked dryly.

Peter’s cheeks burned and he chewed his lip. “You don’t have to!” He clarified. “I was just thinking maybe, because it’ll be my first time...yknow, with an omega like this,maybe that would be...nice,” he finished lamely.

Even in his rut, which was supposed to make him primal and dominant, he was still shy and eager to please.

Tony laughed softly. “I was just teasing.”

He slowly flipped over onto all fours before dropping from his hands to his elbows. Perfect presentation form.

Peter was able to look over him, eyes focusing on the omega’s dripping pussy. The inside of his thighs were wet with slick as well and Peter so badly wanted to lick it up.

But that could come later.

He felt impossibly hard, cock leaking and knot aching. He needed to be in the omega. He couldn’t wait.

Peter was panting, rut fully kicking in as he finally mounted the omega. The head of his cock slipped in easily, not requiring any sort of movement from either party.

The alpha gripped the older man’s hips tightly as he fought to keep himself still, just for the moment.

The omega’s hole was warm and dripping wet and Peter couldn’t help the moan that escaped him.

Tony moaned, head dropping forward. “That’s it, honey. Don’t wait, I need it. Need your knot, baby, give it to me.” He growled lightly, breathing hard.

The young alpha nodded quickly, hips fucking forward without much plan. He had no rhythm. Only the screaming instinct of ‘fuck. Knot. Breed.’

And that was good enough for him.

And Tony didn’t mind too much either. He was lost in his heat, body craving an alpha’s knot and not caring much about anything else.

So he let Peter sloppily fuck into him, knowing there were bound to be bruises on his hips from how tightly he was being held.

And he loved it. He couldn’t wait to have the reminder of his alpha imprinted on his skin.

They both knew that Peter wouldn’t last long, the alpha had never been with a partner during a rut.

This was actually a pretty good thing because then Tony could get what he wanted faster.

He began feeling the swollen knot against his rim every time Peter thrust in. It wasn’t big enough to tie them together yet, but it was big enough to simultaneously make him feel amazing and like he was being split open (as if Peter’s cock didn’t do that already.)

So he started pressing his hips back, spearing himself on the alpha’s cock in an attempt to get him there faster. He was impatient and burning up and so badly wanted to be filled with his alpha’s cum.

His alpha.

He moaned out loud, both from Peter’s continuous movement and the thought that suddenly filled his mind.

Peter was his alpha. And he was Peter’s omega.

“C’mon, honey, I need you to fill me up,” he breathed, resting his forehead against the bedding. “I need you to breed me. Knock me up, I know you can do it. Young stud that you are, I know you can breed me,” the omega babbled.

He barely registered anything that he was saying, but he knew that on some level underneath all of the heat speak, he did want that. So he didn’t hold back.

Peter moaned, thrusts getting faster as he chased his high and listened to his omega speak. “I’m- oh, omega, I’m so close. I’m so- fuck,” he groaned. His expression was fighting between pain and utter bliss.

“You can do it,” Tony encouraged, biting his lip. “I know you can, just gotta knot me. I know you want to do that, just knot me, alpha!” He practically sobbed, pain flaring up deep in his abdomen again, fighting with the pleasure.

It’s like the alpha could sense that he needed more in that instant. Because his knot swelled further until Peter’s hips fucked forward one more time and they were tied together.

Tony cried out as he came, pussy spasming around the knot and cock spurting useless cum onto the bedspread under him.

His release was all that Peter needed to finally trigger his.

The alpha went ridged as he finished, cock pumping cum deep into the omega’s body. And his knot was there to keep anything from escaping. He shuddered through the orgasm, collapsing weakly against Tony was he was mostly finished.

He slowly turned them onto their sides, getting them both into a position where they could be more comfortable while tied together.

Tony closed his eyes, breathing hard. He felt so much better. All of his pain was gone with a full knot inside of him and a thick load of his alpha’s cum filling him up.

Peter nuzzled against his neck almost shyly, despite what they had just done.

The older man chuckled, leaning back into the touch favorably. “Thank you. That...wow, I didn’t think you had that in you.”

The alpha’s cheeks flushed a soft pink. “I’m glad I could help. And thank you for helping me.”

There was silence for a moment, both of them taking the moment to catch their breath.

Peter was the first to speak again. “Did you mean it?” He asked quietly.

“Did I mean what?”

“When you...you said to kn-knock you up.”

Tony smiled weakly, sighing softly. “Yeah, I meant it. I did,” he admitted.

Peter’s hands slowly snuck around them, resting on the omega’s stomach. It was slightly swollen with the amount of cum filling him, but that made it that much better. “Well...maybe it will happen,” he said hopefully. Then he yawned.

The omega chuckled, setting his hands on top of the alpha’s. His alpha’s. “Maybe,” he agreed. “Now don’t fall asleep on me. I’ll need you again sooner or later.”

But of course, he was talking to himself. As Peter had already fallen asleep.

He chuckled. “Right. Okay. You can have five minutes or so. Then we’re back at it.”

All he got was a snore in reply.

That was fine.

#starker #peter parker x tony stark #tony x peter #omega tony stark #alpha peter parker #peter parker #tony stark #a/b/o au #bri does kinktober #kinktober with bri #kinktober 2020

[allforhader]

New Perspective

Bill Hader x (F) Reader

Warnings: Langauge

Y/N has been childhood friends with Bill and she has always been supportive of what he wants to pursue in life. She’s watched him evolve into one of the greatest in her opinion and she’s been there for almost every major moment. Perks of being a fellow actor. You see a lot.

But with personal things. She was at his wedding, was in the chain of messages when it came to his girls coming to the world, and when he had his lowest moments...Y/N dropped everything to be by his side.

“You always have my back Y/N, how can I ever repay you”

“You don’t have to Bill. What are friends for?”

Apart of her never wanted to tell him that she had feelings. It felt and from the looks on how life played out, it was one-sided. Partners never came easy when her mind is obviously tied to something else. She knew that holding on was only going to hurt her, and it did. It did on most days but of course he always made them 100% better.

Y/N was there for him when he went through his divorce and not much was said. All he wanted was her to be there and that’s exactly what she did.

Now the two were given a movie opportunity and it’s been some time since they’ve worked together. This’ll be fun.

For the most part.

“Ms. Y/L/N” Bill smiles knocking on her open trailer door.

“Mr. Hader” Y/N smiles setting her highlighter down as Bill sits across from her in the booth. “Thought you were talking to the other star in this film”

“I was, she’s nice. But shouldn’t I be getting to know the main love interest for my character instead?” Bill smiles resting his head in his hands on the table.

“You’ve known me all your life Bill”

“Okay touché but I prefer hanging with my best friend on set any chance I get”

Y/N smiles hearing that as it also chipped at her for a moment.

“Are you staying at the hotel near by?”

“Yeah, ain’t gonna live in a trailer” Bill laughs a bit. “Have you checked in yet?”

“I just got in, so not yet”

“You can stay with me, my room got another bed”

“Y’know the film company got me a room to myself right?”

“Yeah but come on, it’s better being with someone than alone”

“Okay...” Y/N smiles seeing how excited he got hearing her agree.

Filming scenes out of order is very common and the two are used to it. Neither of them had an opinion of which to do first since their schedules were changed in order to film without interruptions. Only time something may happen is something with Bill’s girls. Other than that, they took things slow and did the easiest scenes to begin with.

“Oregon is a beautiful setting to film at”

“It beats the normal New York setting like a lot of films”

“True, do you want to get drinks next night out?”

“If you’re paying” Y/N smiles making Bill laugh as he wraps an arm around her shoulders.

The director a moment after had Y/N sit with him as they go over scenes with just Bill and the other interest. He wanted her to watch so that she can get a feel for her character but her character felt more real.

The main female lead, who’s love of their life is their best friend and he doesn’t know that she loves him until it’s too late.

At least the ending is happy. Sad to a degree but—yknow. Rooting for the main lead is the way to go for the most part.

“Be prepared to cry Y/N”

“That’s very unsettling director”

“Well you know your scenes”

“I do”

“You’ll do great” He smiles as Y/N continued to watch the two before getting up and leaving to go over her lines with herself.

Bill turns his attention to Y/N as the director stands up.

“BILL YOU RUINED THE TAKE”

“Sorry”

“TAKE THREE PEOPLE!”

A few months went by in filming as Y/N lays in the bed beside Bill’s thinking about the fact that they are doing one of her heartbreaking scenes. She didn’t want to do it but has to at the same time.

Y/N now in the makeup department scrolling through her phone as the crew worked on her makeup.

“Have you worked in a rainy state before?”

“Hm?” Y/N looks up from her phone catching a smile from the lovely woman doing her makeup. “Oh, yeah. But most of the time we are filming inside”

“True true...but it’s beautiful when it rains here in Oregon. Knock on wood that it doesn’t rain when we film but reading a few scenes with you in it. It’ll be beautiful if it did” She smiles touching up on her blush as Y/N was flattered but nervous.

After getting dressed in the causal outfit her character demands for, Y/N walks into set seeing the tents over the equipment just in case it does rain. She bumped into Bill adjusting herself once she caught her balance.

“Sorry Y/N”

“No I am, wasn’t looking”

“Well. It’s nice running into you than a stranger” Bill smiles fixing his blazer as Y/N wanted to say something then and there but

“Places please!” The director states as Y/N retracts herself walking over to her marker as Bill locks arms with the other love interest.

Bill stood at his placement seeing Y/N starting to count with her fingers. A habit from when they were younger, she did it when she got anxious. He never forgot the little things. He wanted to check up on her but the moment he heard action, he couldn’t.

Script Characters - Bill is Ethan, Y/N is Amelia, other love interest is Evelyn

“Love, you know how to make a girl’s night” The interest steals a kiss as Y/N’s chest started hurting.

“Evelyn, you are worth every moment. Which...is why I want to make it worth it” Bill smiles glancing around them and back to his interest. “The love of my life stands in front of me and it always feels like I’ve known you for all the years I’ve been on this earth. You...make it worth living every day in this chaotic world and I want to fight every day with you right beside me”

“Ethan...are you saying what I think your saying?”

“Every word”

Every word, stated for the wrong person. But Y/N didn’t know that. The director gestures for Y/N to start approaching and the scene and she drops her phone to her side.

“Hey Et—-“ Y/N steps forward before turning her body toward the camera retracting herself back when she saw Bill get down on one knee.

It’s a movie. Y/N, remember it’s a movie...

“Will you marry me Evelyn?”

“Yes! A thousand times yes!” She laughs as Bill picks the interest up spinning her in his arms before stealing a kiss.

The director looks at the shot on Y/N making them zoom in the moment the tears formed and rolled down her cheeks. He didn’t expect that, but it made it ten times better. He was about to yell cut to take another shot when the rain started.

Knock on wood my ass...

Y/N steps back not having anymore words from the scene as her body shifted quickly going behind the prop building but she slipped on her way. Bill quickly looked over after setting his interest down. A great shot. The director had them follow Y/N for the rest of the shot as the rain poured on them. She held her head down letting everything hit her.

This is fake

It’s a movie

These aren’t real characters

But this story feels too familiar...

Fuck.

Y/N brought her head up wiping away her tears as they came down but the rain made it difficult to differentiate. Perfect.

“Cut! THAT WAS FLAWLESS Y/N, SAME GOES TO YOU TWO! Flawless! Now get the hell out of the rain, we don’t want our stars getting sick” The director states helping his crew get the cameras and personnel out.

Bill took his blazer off as the interest’s assistant ran over with an umbrella for her, helping her off set as he makes his way to Y/N who hasn’t move from her spot. He covered her with the jacket not giving a damn if it was for his character. He didn’t want Y/N to get sick.

“Come on...” He held his hand out as Y/N took it carefully being brought up from the wet ground. “It’ll be hell if you got sick” he wrapped his arm around her hurrying her out of there.

After a while the two were in their hotel room, and as Bill got dressed in the bathroom, Y/N sat on her bed already out of the wet clothes and into something comfy as she dries her hair with a towel while the feelings lingered.

“That was an intense scene, one of the electrical people said the director wanted to get another shot until he saw how you were performing. Kept the scene going” Bill walks in sitting across from her on her bed. “You’re amazing you know that?”

“Haven’t heard it enough honestly” Y/N laughs a bit hugging herself as she rubs her arms to warm her.

“You sat in the rain for a while, why don’t take a hot bath. Maybe that’ll warm you up” Bill suggest watching her shake her head before trapping the pillow she wasn’t leaning against hugging it close.

“I’m okay Bill, I’ll be fine” Y/N smiles watching Bill move himself to be beside her. Keeping close brings warmth in ways.

“Come on. I don’t bite” Bill laughs as Y/N rolls her eyes before leaning against him feeling his arm wrap around her shoulders brining her close.

Warmth huh...

A few more months, a couple hundred shots, and more intense emotions that Y/N thought she could handle for the most part. Filming the wedding was killer when her character was best man and now was the money maker scene.

Confessing.

“Looking beautiful like always Y/N” The director smiles helping Y/N step down from the box after getting her dressed hemmed.

“I know it’s for the scene and the movie, I really hate pink” Y/N fixes her dress sighing.

“Well, it suits you. Don’t have to wear it long. One more scene where Amelia grows fed up over the reality and storms out of the reception catching Ethan’s attention. Then the confession” He smiles going to his crew and talking about the trolly shots as Y/N sighs going to her marker.

“Wow”

Y/N turns around catching Bill’s attention making her smile with a tint of pink growing.

“You look beautiful”

“You saw me in this dress yesterday”

“Well, I’m simply stating facts and I like complimenting you” Bill says with a hint of nervousness in his voice. “I uh. Well! Time to get in position. Right?”

“Right...”

Once the cameras were in place with the wall separating the scene in two shots. The trolly camera being set on the one outside and the other having two cameras set on both main characters. Y/N stood in her spot hearing action as she leans against the wall watching Bill enjoy himself in his own little world. She took a deep breath resting her hand on her chest before stepping out.

“Why did I do this? Why did I sign onto this...I shouldn’t have. Shouldn’t have stayed. I should’ve left a long time ago...”

“Amelia—“

Y/N froze along with the camera as it planned to Bill but he didn’t care for that.

“Where...where are you going? The reception barely even started”

“I know...I just...”

“Just what?” Bill rests a hand on her shoulder getting pushed off but it felt personal. “Amelia...”

“Sorry. I can’t stay”

“What do you mean?!”

“I CANT STAY” Y/N shot back snapping as Bill took a step back. “I can’t stay and watch this go on”

“What does that mean? You’re not...You’re not acting like yourself Amelia”

“Ethan...I-...” Y/N felt her face heat up staring at Bill as she suddenly started crying. “I love you...I have always loved you...a-and I can’t stand there and watch you move onto the next chapter of your life...without me”

“Amelia...why didn’t—-“

“BECAUSE I WAS AFRAID”

The director read the script knowing this isn’t what he written and Bill knew instantly.

“I was afraid to ever say anything because you...you were all I cared about. I cared about every single thing you did and everything that happened to you. Because...it either hurt you or put you in a state of mind that i couldn’t always help you out of” Y/N felt her body shake as she clenched her fists. “Every chance I got...you were always with someone. Always in love with somebody and I knew it was never going to be me. Because I’m not...I’m not the love of your life. I never was...”

“A-Amelia please don’t go—“ Bill grabbed her wrist the moment she stepped away and Y/N ripped her hand away not looking at him.

“I love you...I always will....and the only thing that’ll help me get over you...is never being around you ever again” Y/N states as that last part was scripted but the first two lines were all her in the voice of her character.

Y/N stormed off as Bill stood there feeling his anxiety course through his body watching her go.

“Ethan?” The interest interrupts as the scene was continuing. But he didn’t want to continue filming.

Bill looks at the director hearing him say cut as he instantly ran after Y/N.

Y/N had no more scenes that day and Bill searched for her all over set and even went to her trailer before being called back. The director told him to give her space since he didn’t know what went on there and as stupid as some directors are. He’s going to use that shot but of course he himself was going to check up on her actress when they got Bill back in makeup.

“Y/N” He knocked on her hotel room door, this time in hers and not in the one she shared.

“Please. Give me a minute”

“I’m not asking you back to set. The shot was fine. If you don’t mind me using it of course”

“God I don’t care if you use it or not. I just...I full on confessed how I felt all of these years of being friends with Bill and...it just. Blew up in my face”

“Bill left set looking for you. He’s back because it’s your guys job not to leave unless it was an emergency. But you have no more filming and...he was upset that he didn’t find you before we brought him back to set”

“Sir, you don’t know the personal stuff about this”

“I know you two have been friends for years, and you have chemistry. Chemistry that would work amazingly playing as friends or lovers. I also know this is your first film as a major love interest and what you told me, it would’ve gone differently if the partner wasn’t Hader”

“God...”

“Get dressed out of that dress and come back on set. If I can guess how he’s feeling. He won’t work like this”

“Isn’t that the point of Ethan’s character? To be emotionally bombarded by what Amelia said?”

“I love that you know every minor detail in my story, but Y/N. His character’s reality. Became his. Knowing that you’re not okay...he won’t work properly even for the character” the director left going back to continue hoping Y/N would come onto set.

A few shots went by and they were re-taken two or three times do to Bill not being in the right headspace. He looks over to the crew watching them discuss what they just shot and before the director asked for places again, Bill saw Y/N stand beside him looking at him for a moment then to the screens.

“Bill, are you okay?” His other co star asks as Bill was in his own world.

“I’m going through it...”

When the work day was over, Y/N knocked on Bill’s trailer watching it instantly open as Bill steps out looking at her. The silence was killer and Y/N didn’t really know what to say since she has already said it.

“I’m so—“

“Don’t.”

“Bill—“

“Don’t apologize for something you kept to yourself for years...I wish you didn’t keep it to yourself for years”

“Your life moves faster than mine Bill. I’m...just. Behind”

“You’re not. You just...why did you put me before you always? You would’ve said something sooner if—“

“Bill just shut up” Y/N frowns. “You’re my best friends. That’s why I did it. But the confessing? I didn’t tell you how I felt because...because life got in the way. You fell in love on a few occasions and I watched. I couldn’t butt in every time! You wouldn’t have the life you have if I did!”

“Y/N, I do love the life I have. I can’t lie about that even if I tried. But...you can’t just stand there and assume I never felt the same way” Bill frowns as Y/N felt her face heat up when he said that.

“I-....For fuck sake Hader”

“Y/L/N. You assume a lot. But for my sake. Can you tell me how you feel without having to do it in a scene to do so?”

“Well. Spit it out then”

“I love you too, and I’m sorry it took you this long to say anything. But I’m also sorry...that I didn’t do it first” Bill instantly presses his lips against hers maneuvering his arm around her waist bringing her close to his chest.

Y/N grabbed his shirt keeping him close to her and taking in the moment as she continues to kiss him. The moment air was needed, Bill didn’t wait long to kiss her again.

They both had enough of waiting, for this new perspective.

#bill hader #bill hader gifs #bill hader x reader #250 characters wont stop me from fitting everything

[tornsuits]

1)Continuing off the song ask: why those ones, and also what do u think of "american healthcare" for Oedipus (i do get Daedalus though. that's SO him)? 2)Can u explain your answers for "Which of the other Suits is each member closest to"? 3)HC: Bellerophon was a pilot who flew the experimental car/plane hybrid Pegasus created by Poseidon Industries, who was defeated by a Gadfly-class interceptor when he turned on the Olympians. 4)What do you think the Suits look like?

1) oh american healthcare works wonderfully for oedipus, yeah! big big fan :] as for the other songs:

hercules for oedipus is partially just, like. Vibes. but also these lyrics kind of remind me of him, like, a lot.

maybe i'm reading too far into it? but.

bang! just kind of reminds me of heracles's outlook on life at this point, like. man's just really tired lmao. i get the feeling that he just wants to die spectacularly & then leave his mess of a life behind yknow

good riddance i see as the Ideal Scenario Song bc that would be. the most healthy outlook for her, ig? like, moving beyond trying to meet the expectations of Everyone In The City and just kind of chilling. wires was almost entirely vibes tbh, i need to find a better song for her 😔

i'm not going to explain Every song in orpheus's playlist but if there are specific ones you're curious about 👀

2) yeah i sure can. doesn't mean i will tho

2a) yeah i'm not that mean. i feel like ariadne would be closest with oedipus just because she simply can't stand the other two long enough to have quality bonding time. she & oedipus play spscrabble (space scrabble) together <3

oedipus and heracles are most likely to see each other as peers, i feel like? like, "all of these people are insane but at least you're My kind of insane," y'know. a kind of friendship by proximity. but while i feel like heracles spends the most time with oedipus, if it comes down to a crisis heracles is probably picking orpheus. like oedipus is who heracles would tell a secret but orpheus is the one he actually trusts to keep it yknow

genuinely don't know who orpheus would be closest with. this man is an enigma. i say oedipus just bc 1) o name solidarity and 2) i think they're least likely to get fed up with each other but that's a very low bar

3) oh i like that!! i like that a lot actually

4) orpheus i feel like looks pretty similar to the photoshoot pictures? except i think he dyes his hair & wears more blue. blue is His Color i don't know how to explain it it just is

heracles doesn't look too dissimilar from the photos either? except there's no way he slicks back his hair. hes got like. a buzzcut except he hasn't cut it in a while so it's kind of growing out. also theres no way hes blond

i have no clue what oedipus looks like tbh. my brain usually defaults to the photoshoot but with shorter hair or what he looks like in this art

the way ariadne looks in my head changes every two seconds the only consistent thing is she has a bun. also shes not blonde either

#i don't hate blonde ppl i promise <3 my second favorite character is blonde #jay says words #asks #lun4rcr0w

[smolily]

I think I had the weirdest haikyuu!! dream ever. It was in the post-time skip arc lmao.

I explain:

Somehow I was roommates with Hanamaki and Matsukawa, I dont know how I ended up roommates with them, so we were on the couch watching TV I think, I got fed up by their bickering so I went out. I decided to text someone to accompany me, I got a reply saying that he would love to go out with me after his break. So what I did is to visit each haikyuu boys in their spare time, somehow they all were in the same city, dont ask me how, like spending time with them, talking. While I was shopping, I met Akaashi, he was the mysterious boy I texted earlier lmao, so we decided to visit the rest of the boys together. So, our next destination was the gym where MSBY Black Jackal players were practicing, yknow just watching them practice for a while and leave without disturbing anyone. But no lmao, we were greeted by Bokuto, like yknow in a Bokuto-like way, I got somewhat scared and hid behind Akaashi while he was trying to calm down Bokuto. Then Hinata was like: "Woah who's that??". (The other players were minding their own business, I think I heard someone yelling "ATSUMU"), I think Bokuto was trying to squeeze my cheeks but Akaashi didn't let him do it lol. The next thing I knew someone was pulling me toward their chest and back hugged me and saying "(My name) is mine" loudly (and had a smug smile) completely silencing the entire gym, everyone was looking at us dumbfounded, Akaashi was unimpressed and I was a blushing mess, died in embarrassment. Akaashi was unimpressed, Bokuto and Hinata had dumbfounded faces lmao. I was forcefully pulled out from that guy's embrace and ended up in Akaashi's with a protective arm around my shoulder. Wtf that was so weird. An awkward moment later, we continued our day like visiting and eating. Then we sat in a restaurant, discussing about things. Akaashi said something like: "yknow, you should visit Yahaba some time, he was lonely without you." I was like:"Yea, I should visit him some time." Then we went back discussing about news, and I showed a gif set from the anime Gintama, he had the sweetest smile while I was talking to him. I got embarrassed when I noticed I was talking too much. He was like "Nah it's okay, that's cute". I was blushing hard. I didnt heard what he said later because I woke up from the sounds of the fridge in real life.

Needless to say , I would 100% go out with Akaashi again.

#haikyuu #haikyuu!! #akaashi keiji #poor akaashi #bokuto kotarou #miya atsumu #hinata shoyo #yahaba shigeru #MSBY Black Jackal #just a dream

[smoljamswrites]

BTS as your best friends:

I’m kind of proud of this and it’s my first one so yeah. If you like it please like or reblog, it’d mean the world to me. Thank you! x

KIM SEOKJIN

okay hands down Jin would be such a good best friend

He’s very protective of you

10/10 would get triggered if someone hurt/upset you

comforts you by putting on a funny movie and chills with you on the sofa or tells you an endless supply of his dad jokes

If you go shopping with him, it’d be like a father and child moment

he keeps telling you to stop messing with stuff on the shelves

continuously jokes around and tells you to put things back

and will definitely ask you what you think he should eat next on EatJin

actually, when he does EatJin you’re usually behind the camera just lying around on his bed or whatever, keeping quiet and playing games on your phone

because I get the impression that Jin loves it when he’s got company and he’s in someone else’s presence

asjskjskjsjs does that even make sense

like he just wants you to be there

even if you ain’t doing anything together

you’re just doing your own thing while he does his

he loves that

also because he’s a Mario fan, and he can be extra af, I think if you guys couldn’t decide who got to choose, between the two of you, something like which takeaway you should order

then you are playing Mario Kart and the winner gets to choose

and boi boy does he get competitive at Mario Kart

if you do win though, expect to witness a spluttery loud-ass Jin

not that he genuinely cares that you get to choose the food

I mean, he loves food so whatever you choose he will eat anyway

but he gets chaotic because he knows you find it funny

he’ll do anything to make you laugh

believe me when I say Jin lives to see you happy

being your best friend, he’s seen you upset and at your worse

which upset him in return

so he makes it his mission to make you smile and laugh when you’re with him

MIN YOONGI

Lets you chill in his studio whenever you want

you even have the password

you just walk in most evenings, pass him some food and drinks, and try your best to help him with whatever he’s working on this time

he appreciates this so much

you still annoy him a lot but lets be honest he wouldn’t want it any other way

the other guys often say that you and Yoongi are like a couple

surprisingly Yoongi doesn’t really care that they call you guys a couple

matter of fact, it probably doesn’t help the situation that you and Yoongi are  a l w a y s  cuddling

Like if you are on the sofa watching a film with the guys, you best expect his head to be on your shoulder, face nuzzled into your neck, arms draped over your stomach, by the end of the night

he just finds you comfy

similarly, if you are with him in his studio and its really late

and you refuse to leave without him because you know he’s tired too

he’ll be all huffy for a bit, but neither of you end up leaving because you’re both so stubborn

instead you’ll end up on his lap, your face on his chest, while he continues to work

and when he’s finally done, if you look too exhausted he’ll just take you back to his place and let you stop there for the night

you always beg him to teach you the piano

“but Yoongi you’re the piano god”  “go away y/n”

he insults you everyday but only because he loves you and he knows you can handle it because you insult him right back

you balance each other out perfectly

he’s calm and collected

you’re more bubbly and giggly enthusiastic

both of you are equally savage though

normally all you do is either hang out at his place or his studio

if you do go out then it’ll be at night, where it is typically quieter

you’ll go get a coffee or some food and just drive around, talking for ages and listening to music, time running away with you

so much sass omg

JUNG HOSEOK

Takes you shopping and judges your fashion choices

when he comes back from tour, he’ll have lots of gifts for you even though you always tell him not to bring you anything back

also if you used to be scared of loud noises well,, lets just say you’re not anymore

you’re used to his happy outbursts and sound effects

but you also know the other side to him that the public doesn’t see

ofc he’s not always going to be the happy, bubbly jhope you see through the cameras

he can truly be himself when he’s around you and he can relax

but when he is acting loud and chirpy he sort of rubs off on you

like your enthusiasm is fed by his enthusiasm

so good luck to those around you because they basically have to handle jhope x2

you get on so well with his family, especially his sister

with his sister being into clothes and fashion too, when you visit her with hoseok, she always compliments your outfits

and hobi will be smirking in the corner because (like i said above) he takes you shopping

and trust me, he would not let you leave that shop with ugly clothes

have you seen that man

he’s the fashion icon

so he takes full credit for every one of your outfits

always gets you to dance with him

he enjoys teaching you new BTS choreography

you’re both easily scared so if there’s a bug for example, the situation would go down like this

“Hobi you get rid of it!”

“No why should it be me? I think you should do it”

“No, i’m scared! You do it!”

“Y/N you’re closer to it, just do it!”

This arguing back and forth lasts for a few minutes until the bug flies/crawls away and you both run off screaming that its gonna attack you

so yeah, literally never a dull moment when Hoseok is your best friend!

KIM NAMJOON

Lowkey wants you both to match outfits but he would never ask you

could either be goofy with you or he’ll go completely psychological on your ass

there’s no in-between with Joon

You sometimes have to remind him that hes only human and reassure him he’s a great leader because I feel like he’d sometimes get in his own head and let the haters get to him, yknow?

You just gotta keep telling him he’s doing a great job and help him not let the stress get the better of him

You’re always there for him, supporting him

and he’s always there for you too

listens to all your problems

he gives the best advice

he’s also very protective of you

yknow when he clenches his jaw? or he raises one of his eyebrows? omg please tell me you know what i’m talking about well he’d do that if some one hurt you and he’d get hella mad

your family love him

they say he’s a very positive influence on you

he gets you to help him write lyrics because you’re his “muse”

he always convinces bighit to let you come on tour

even if he has to pay for you himself, you are coming

always leaves his broken stuff in your room

recommends you books to read (regardless of whether you actually like to read or not)

he is also the reason why you’re dirty minded

like forget expensive girl, have you ever heard ‘trouble’??

you’ll be with the other guys and you two just accidentally end up speaking English and the other guys are like..um hELLO?

PARK JIMIN

okay so I can imagine Jimin buying him and his best friend matching necklaces or something?

hear me out

its christmas day and Jimin passes you a small black box

inside is a necklace with a small key on it and engraved onto the key is “PJM 1995″ 

and you’re like “why have you gotten me a necklace with YOUR initials and birth year”

and then he shows you his necklace and it has your initials and your birth year

like this idea is so cute it makes me so soft sjweufbewjfn

will flirt with you just to make you laugh or maybe because he loves you or wHaTeVeR

he gives the best hugs

like BTS have already confirmed this in an interview

if you’re feeling down and need a hug, Jimin is your man 

he is always with you

and if he isn’t, then he is texting you

you guys are inseparable

if he gets drunk around you then you’re gonna have this clingy, sappy, emotional, koala of a man wrapped around you for the night because he will not leave your side even for a second

its cute tho

but that also means he has a hard time during tour because you are usually not there with him

always drags you to his family parties and such 

you love to go, and he knows you do, but you always whine when he asks you just to make him laugh 

his mom loves you!!

not gonna lie she ships you both and when you go see her, Jimin has to beg her not to say anything about it to you

he loves to rest his head on your shoulder and you like to do the same

G I G G L E S

If you mention how short he is then good luck because he’s gonna chase you down and tickle you until he hears an apology

not that he really cares though

he just jumps at any chance to see a smile on your face

KIM TAEHYUNG

personal hype man

his camera roll is full of pictures of you

hates it when you’re sad

if you’re sad then just letting you know you’re in for a treat

he would organise a sleepover and would aim to cheer you up for the entire night

you always laugh at his pingu impression 

you’re like Yeontan’s mom 

yeontan l o v e s you

you’ll go to Tae’s house and as soon as you open the door, yeontan will run straight to you 

you walk yeontan together at night whilst you share headphones listening to whatever’s on tae’s playlist

recommends you music because hands down this boy has the best taste in music FITE ME

He’s a big fan of skinship so people actually mistake you guys for a couple sometimes

plays with your hair all the time

your parents love him and treat him like he’s part of the family

your parents would genuinely love it if you two dated 

Tae doesn’t mind it when they ask you questions like

“so are you two together yet?”

but you get annoyed purely because you find it so embarrassing

Tae just laughs it off and makes a joke out of it

“no i could never date y/n because her feet smell”

if you need a hug, he’s there

and he’ll sway you side to side and by the end of it you’re laughing so much because he’s hella goofy and you love it

JEON JUNGKOOK

Bullies you all day everyday (but you know he’s only joking)

sends you memes when you both should be asleep

he definitely has a crush on you or at least he has had one at some point in time

doesn’t stop teasing you

he’s so competitive and has to prove he’s better than you in everything

likes to hug you from behind

eats steals your food

you constantly steal his hoodies and he gets annoyed

but he can’t stay mad at you for too long though

he lives for your compliments

though it normally ends up with you playfully hitting his chest when his ego grows a little too big

he is never serious with you

always has his arm around you, it’s like a habit

always stares at you 

always bursts into your room to hang out and then ends up sleeping in your bed

when he’s feeling cocky, he takes his shirt off and tries to make you feel his muscles

when he’s all sweaty from either going to the gym or dance practice, he makes it his mission to find you and get you to hug him while you’re screaming that he’s all sweaty and “gross”

the guys are convinced you two are dating

and Guk lowkey wishes you were but you didn’t hear that from me ;)

he wants you to play with his hair 24/7

being best friends with him means that, if you weren’t already into video games, then you definitely are now

#my writing #jk #jm #th #jn #jh #nj #yg #bts #bts headcanons #bts imagines #bts scenarios #jungkook #jimin #taehyung #jin #namjoon #yoongi #hoseok

[molsno]

today's oc meta-analysis is on evad winston, my ultimate farmer that I played in a friend's killing game using my discord bot alter ego. evad was always just a joke character for me. I came up with him originally for an old friend's dnd campaign because the party needed a barbarian and I decided to fill that role. I named him evad because it was dave backwards, like the old disney show dave the barbarian

originally, he was evad oglogoth, the half-orc son of a human preacher who was a follower of the horrorterrors from homestuck. he was dumb as bricks and an absolute tank. a real, genuine himbo. oh yeah and he was incredibly racist against dragonborns, because a dragon killed his family and entire village. unfortunately, I only got to play him for a few sessions before the campaign fizzled out

then I played him in another campaign with a different group of friends. this time, he was a farmer, although he had most of the same qualities aside from the racism thing, given that his family was still alive. once again, this campaign never progressed very far

finally I had to come up with a character for my friend's killing game. I decided to retool evad for it. I made him human (though he was 6'7" and over 300 pounds of muscle so not much actually changed physically) and gave him the talent of ultimate farmer. he was of course dumb as bricks, and still had the same religious father. that said, he was supposed to be a joke character. after all, I planned to use the opportunity to actually kill someone in a killing game, so there was no point getting attached to him. so I changed his name to evad winston (yknow like winston funi monki)

the first thing that surprised me is how quickly the ultimate historian, judith, bonded with him. she was a tiny girl and for some reason stuck with evad on the first day, perhaps for protection. and she continued sticking with him all game. when monokuma gave the first motive, evad was horrified to find it was an audio recording of his parents telling him how proud they were, only to be followed by gunshots. he didn't want judith to feel the same way he was feeling, so he stole the tape that contained her motive. I still find myself surprised how thoughtful of him this was. she asked him if he took it, but he denied it

later in the game, agiri walked in on evad in the shower. the two reenacted the "my daddy taught us not to be ashamed of our dicks" bad porn intro and then proceeded to have sex. after this, agiri told evad his plan to murder and evad promised to protect him. he fought so hard in the class trial to save agiri, but it didn't work. after agiri was executed, evad went off on his own and prayed to the leader of the noble circle of horrorterrors, evadricith'ilb, and offered his body as a host. in doing so, evadricith'ilb could commit a murder and be executed, finally being freed from its eternal suffering

and then he did! he bashed monika's skull in and fed her through the voracious saw trap that required a certain amount of blood to open. he was unfortunately caught in the act, but since evadricith'ilb wanted to die, it didn't matter

not sure how my funny himbo joke character based on dave the barbarian ended up being taken so seriously, but I can't say I regret it

#txt #evad winston

[dndfuckhouse]

session 10 - old and new twisted faces

> 🎵  Darkening Developments / Kevin Macleod 

Picking up right again after a harrowing scream echoes throughout the alleys of the withered bone, Psalm and Rokka look to one another to decide their next course of action. 

Psalm: it's not really our problem, is what i'd like to say but i get the feeling that you want to go help them anyways Rokka: you are correct my dear roommate. lets go! Psalm: wait wait wait

Psalm advises Rokka to go wake the others to go check it out, him staying and watching over ‘greenie’ in the meantime. Rokka runs over to the room with Keva, Han, Ezra and Plum inside and kicks up a big fuss that Plum and Ezra aggressively sleep through as the others each rouse tired and groggy. Keva throws a pillow at Ezra to rouse him out of nowhere and the four make their way over to the room where Psalm is to ask him why the hell he woke them up.

Han: psalm, why can we not sleep in peace :) Psalm: why are you asking me? you think i'm responsible for this? Han: i do not consider rokka responsible yes, i do consider u responsible Psalm: seems a bit unfair, we're both on watch here..... not really appreciating the bias

He explains the flash of light and the scream he heard to he group, everyone but Rokka decide they definitely are not getting involved even if a dude is dying but will accompany him to check it out on his insistence. The four heard downstairs while Psalm keeps watch over ‘greenie’ like a hawk. 

Psalm: AN OCELOT NEVER LETS HIS PREY ESCAPE Plum: psalm meow like ocelot or no balls psalm by himself with greenie: MEWOOOOOWW ghester:

The four make their way outside the bar’s sturdy front door and listen about and hear sounds of someone moving a body, Rokka tries to pinpoint it but cant tell where its coming from. Han and Keva manage to figure it out while pulling on his ears, they creep around a corner and see a cloaked figure laying on the ground, someone standing over them.

Psalm: Ghester im thinking of a number between 1 and 2 decimals are allowed Ghester: 1.6 Psalm: Oh u got me...

The three recognise the figure over the body to be that of Vorde’s bodyguard from the ball. However Keva recognises him as her old friend Orin, seemingly appearing here from out of nowhere.

Psalm: and can you believe she thinks it's my fault ghester? after all i try to do to keep these idiots alive and she thinks it's my fault i was doing my job on watch duty properly Ghester: honestly it can be a little frustrating at times but you must make with what you have Psalm: i'm not about this bonds shit big boss has me doing but who am  i to disobey

Orin looks to be staring intently at something in his hand, in his other he holds a bloodied sword, Keva stands frozen stock still watching him. Han makes to leave waving it off but Rokka shouts out into the quiet a YOU THERE immediately alerting him to their presence down the alley. Han quickly moves around the other side of the building in an attempt to flank him while Rokka continues to yell at him. Keva soon broken out of her shock pulls down her facemask and calls Orin’s name out. In the meantime Plum finally wakes and makes their way over to where Psalm is on guard, asking where everyone suddenly went.

> 🎵  What We Could Have Become / Vampyr OST 

Keva: “don't hurt him" i say like out of breath Ezra: ezra looks at you out of the corner of his eye as you say that keva

Keva: i take down my hood and take a step towards him "orin...?" Rokka: orin? you know them? Keva: i don't respond to rokka and tap another step towards orin

His eyes seem to scan you for a moment before he seems to relax slightly. He mumbles something under his breath before throwing up a quick mock salute with a lazy smile and turning, running off down the opposite end of the alley flicking something onto the corpse

Han in her attempt to sneak around ends up walking into a wall in the dark and licking a wet cave wall for a moment. Keva and Ezra give chase after Orin but seem to lose him quickly in the dark and twisting turns of the alleys. Han eventually finds her way back to the group where they stand about frustrated and empty handed. Plum upon hearing the commotion outside decides to head outside to check it out while Psalm continues watching.

Rokka: i follow behind keva and check up on her "what just happened--are you crying? oh my go-are you ok?" Keva: when i hear someone coming i try to force my breathing to calm and pull my hood up,  @ rokka i just mumble "shut up" Rokka: < : (

Han: did all 3 of u lose him. i tried to go around and cut him off but u guys did a bang up job of that Ezra: you sure cut him off alright coming in about a minute later

Plum make their way outside to where the rest of the group is and ask about whats happened, the group then decide to go check the body that has been left in the alley in Orin’s wake. Keva is informed by the rest of the party that they saw Orin earlier during the ball and says he looked like Vorde’s servant, she seems utterly confused.

Plum: wow this is such a small fuckin town Han: you tellin me!!!! Plum: he seemed like a complete wimp when i saw him at the party, no offense Han: he did look like a wimp

The body appears to have been stabbed twice through the chest, blood staining he front of what looks to be somewhat fancy clothing. His pockets appear picked clean aside from a knife in its sheath Han pockets, the only other thing on him being the symbol Orin flipped onto his front, the group recognise it as the same one greenie had, a symbol of the Red Letterheads.

Han:  ... why would the servant of a man who owns land be here Plum: ...owns land? Han: doesnt he? he said he owned a village Psalm: yknow ghester i feel like that vorde guy is definitely responsible for all that shit that happened at the ball Ghester: jumping to conclusions can make you blind to other things Han: SHUT UP GHESTER ME AND PSALM WE GOT THIS BITCH

Rokka:  im just behind everyone watching them loot a dead body

Ezra inquires into how Keva knows Orin, she says she does but she didnt know he was still alive. She explains that Orin stole something back for a paladin that helped him before, but he got chased and hurt in the process. He gave the sword to her and told her to run and so she did and now she is here and so is he “i guess!”.

Han: well, congrats i guess, u didnt check the corpse well enough Rokka: so you........ran with a sword some dying dude gave you? Keva: he’s, an old friend

Plum: plums head working a mile a minute they are so confused

She explains she doesn't know what happened after she ran but swears he’d never do or hurt anyone like this for no reason. Rokka questions this but she doubles down on her statement. The group begin questioning if Vorde has some stake in this or is planning some kind of coup as they decide to head back upstairs, upstairs Psalm notices ‘greenie’ finally waking up again. Keva asks the group to try and not hurt Orin the next they see him and Han singles herself out as the only one who doesn't go ‘eh sure i guess’ but shrugs eventually. She also states she has a plan and picks up the body from the alley to take upstairs.

Han: smiles at keva with a corpse dripping all over me Ezra: renny is gonna be pissed if you track blood inside Han: ;asdflkwefd

Psalm and greenie have a impromptu staring contest while Han rips off her fancy shirt to wrap around the body and a bedroll to keep it from dripping all oer the floorboards. As they shuffle their way back upstairs Psalm hears them come and Cimmorro finally seems to hear them and wake up. He moves to check on Vinny before heading out to see what the group is up too.

Cimmorro: aight i go scout with everyone else and be like wuss poppin cimmorro shuffles through the door and sees han holding a dead guy in a bedroll and everyone standing around the small room  Rokka: i point at dead body "thats poppin" Cimmorro: jesus, what did you guys do

Han attempts to interrogate greenie using the corpse by dropping it on the ground next to her which causes her to twitch slightly. She asks her if she knows a man named Vorde to confused response. While this goes on Ezra moves over and explains the current situation in Cimmorro’s ear to catch him up.  

Rokka:  

Cimmorro moves to say a prayer over the corpse while the rest of the group feel like they're getting nowhere with the questioning, leading to Psalm to get fed up and cast a suggestion spell on her.

you ask her what her connection is to a man named vorde, her face shifts back to that of a neutral one "i dont know anyone by this name"

Han: what is the goal of the red letterheads Greenie: kill the prideful, to kill the deceitful, to topple those in power, for him Han: and who might him be? Greenie: our leader, his grace Theyord Han: what does your grace look like? Greenie: he is holy, wise and aged, unmatched in his serenity and his anger, he wears it all upon himself for us to see Han: more physical features this time, greenie? Greenie: grey, old, standing tall

Psalm: kinda vampirish? red eyes? pointy ears Han: maybe a dilf? Rokka: hes got a nephew about ye high

Han: where might your boss be, greenie? you got a hideout? Greenie: he only shows up when he summons us for communion, i dont see him otherwise it is against the rules. I only meet where he asks me too Han: where does he ask you to meet? Greenie: across the city, all manner of places, but its rarely, he merely speaks to me at times, it is lonely Han: how does he communicate with you? Greenie: he speaks to me in my mind

Han: cool cool cool cool cool cool cool cool Psalm: what's that like? ^__^?

Han: whats the talking like greenie? Greenie: its soothing, angelic, he tells me what to do Han: what were your plans after you murdered your target? any meet up spot? Greenie: we were supposed to run and then he'd tell us what do do, but i haven't heard anything, maybe because we messed up, he must be angry at us

> 🎵  Controlled Chaos / Kevin Macleod 

Partway through their questioning as he says his prayers over the corpse off to the side Cimmorro sees one of its fingers twitch slightly underneath the fabrics. As he inspects it further he feels an air of unease begin to radiate from it as the rest of the body begins to twitch slightly. He informs the group of whats happening and they all watch as the body begins moving unatelry on the floor of the room.

Cimmorro: i hate this bc i was abt to like bother the whole interrogation by making a prayer dialogue going like "can i sing for you 😏 " at the corpse but ok Han: hey now is ur partner supposed to come back from the dead? 😬 Rokka: is this............a zombie attack

The group debate on whether they should just stab it again or tie it up or what as the body continues shifting until its moved to fully standing in the room, its head shaking at a inhuman erratic pace, arms twitching. Rokka moves to bodyslam the body soon after it stands, attempting to pin it to the ground but the corpse seems to push him off slamming him against an opposite wall. Han soon moves after to grab it into some kinda chokehold as it stands on twitching legs. 

Keva: oh fuck yall what of the red letterheads symbol Orin left wasn’t a calling card or smth but smth that turns people into zombies Han: PLEASE KILL ME NOW

Han: greenie WHAT is happening to your friend holy fuck Greenie: he’s returning, he's coming back, he's been chosen

Ghester: hmm....kind of unpleasant Psalm: what is? if you know what's happening i'd love some insight Ghester: the corpse, i thought that was obvious that who sees Psalm: i hate you so much Ghester: appreciate it Psalm: anytime

Han & Keva: how does someone get chosen? Greenie: its blissfull, he decides who to choose himself Keva: WAIT IF VINNY WAS STABBED WAS HE ALSO CHOSEN Han: OH goD PLEASE DONT SAY THAT Psalm: oh, hmmm. we've been keeping an eye on him though right?

As they speak Han holds the twitching body down and asks the others to tie it up, Ezra suggests sitting on it as well to keep it down which Han does. The body starts making groaning noises out of its mouth that sounds like a weird guttural gurgling. Han continues frantically questioning greenie as the group are all utterly creeped out and on edge.

Han: what are you chosen for? Greenie: for a great purpose, to stand by him and do his work Han: what does that BLOODY mean!!!!!!! Rokka: i cover my ears "make it stop make it stop make it stop make it sto"

Cimmorro moves to inspect the body as Han sits on it to discern what in the hell is going on. He figures something is binding the soul to this corpse in some unnatural way, the twitching being especially unnerving. Psalm begins asking the group if they should chop its head off to stop the sounds. 

Han: was the man you stabbed  at the party also chosen?? Greenie: i dont know i can only hope if i am killed i will come back, at least then i can stand with him, i dont know what it takes only that it happens, Frello....i am glad he was given this purpose

Plum: i'm really hoping we don't trap this guy in some kind of painful existence by doing that Psalm: why would you say that now i'm faltering

Han: what is this purpose?? is your lord gonna pop up and talk thru him?  why was vinny stabbed at the party Greenie: i told you already, "kill the prideful, to kill the deceitful, to topple those in power, for him. Sometimes he speaks through others, he is a symbol of pride, he was chosen for that reason

Han asks what would happen if they hacked this dudes head off and greenie responds that her grace would become very angry. Han birefly asks if greenie recognises the name ‘Ullr’ but gets confusion back similar to when she asked Vorde’s name. Cimmorro moves to inspect the body closer and the unnatural rolling of the eyes and gurgling almost make the body look conscious, through the back of the shirt though he spots something. a faint orange light shining through. The group move to quickly rip off part of the shirt and see an old brand on his back of the red letterheads symbol, glowing a faint orange. As they do this head’s next almost twists a full 180 to watch them.

Psalm: heres what i think. that vorde motherfucker is reviving people and had his little servant, keva's friend, revive this guy for that purpose. Whether or not he's affiliated with greenie is unknown to her but it seems incredibly likely, and we should probably kill this guy before he becomes more of an issue

While the group debate Cimmorro notices that the corpses gurgling is beginning to form small words and actual sounds as if he were learning how to speak.

Psalm: WOW GOOD THING I HAVEN'T CUT HIS HEAD OFF

Cimmorro makes out the words “hello” “you” and “see” he moves to tell the group that the corpse seems like its trying to communicate with them, han keeps it pinned by its forehead on the floor. Cimmorro says hello back and gets the words ‘greetings” ‘thank you” and “accomplice”. 

Cimmorro: oh okay, you're welcome i guess.. who's the accomplice ??:  cimmy you hear a "yourselves" and a garbled sounding noise as the corpse lifts up the edges of his cheeks in a smile

Plum attempts to identify the symbol while they speak and understands that an animate dead spell is affecting it, as they do this the eyes of the corpse swivel over in their direction. Han asks if this is Theyord and gets a ‘your grace is i’ back from the body, she asks what the fuck hes planning to do and gets "much work" and a "will see" and a "take yourselves" and a "watching". After that final communication the body seems to twitch erratically and convulse in upon itself. the glow of the mark fading leaving the corpse unmoving and silent once again.

The group debate with one another on whether or not he knows if they're here or not or if they're being kept alive for some purpose or not. Cimmorro getting somewhat paranoid from the experience leaves the room to check on Vinny and Cole, seeing them fine and asleep in their beds. He waits in their room as they others continue to discuss the state of things, watching over them for the time being. The group decide the plan hasn't changed, gather information and move afterwards, find the letterheads first and if they cant find anything they decide they’ll head to Vargonia.

Psalm: who is orin anyways? friend? family? Keva: i'm quiet for a bit "what i have left of a family" Psalm: i see

The group minus Cimmorro think on what to do with greenie now and come to the decision its better if they kill her and burn her body along with the other corpses so they dont come back again somehow. They try and figure out how to off her in the most painless way possible, Plum giving Han the petals of a plant to feed her after she knocks her unconscious. Keva goes to join Cimmorro in the room watching Vinny and Cole as the rest take the two downstairs and burn them, the smell its pretty putrid.

Han: i was doing so good on my no killing streak until this job came up Psalm: yknow i'm realising kind of belatedly we could also just bring her to the authorities Han: ............

Cimmorro: this is gonna be a long day huh kev... what are they doign out there Keva: i'm like face down on the extra bed and i say, muffled "fuck if i know"

The two discuss if Vinny will be okay to which Cimmorro says he seems to be getting better but he defintely wants to keep a close eye on him. 

Keva: i turn my face to the side "...can you teach me some time? to idk, help fix people i guess, since it looks like we're stuck together" Cimmorro: oh??? well, i could. since i'm also learning and looks like that will be the case huh" i shrug "you're gonna owe me though >:) Keva: i shrug "i already owe you for the time in the basement so whatever i guess" Cimmorro: i lift my brow and start doing a thinking for a while before i go "ohhhhhhhhh yeah wow you remembered that? i didn't even think about it, it's sort of just habit to me so...it's fine but i'll be keepin tabs now hakhak" Keva: i do that like kinda laugh where you just expel some air out your nose before turning back to facedown in my pillow Cimmorro: i sigh and say "you're not so bad kevster. get some rest... you're gonna need a lot lol" Han: t poses into the room

The rest of the group make their way back up to the room post burning and rouse cole from her slumber bleary eyed telling Cimmorro what they did. Han goes to shake Vinny awake to Cimmorro’s huffing over rousing his patient as he slaps her arm away. Vinny grumbles awake and upon seeing Cimmorro sits up ramrod straight in bed grabbing him with a shout.

Vinny: YOU!! Cimmorro: HELLO? SIR? Vinny: his hair is also a mess, he grabs your shoulders for a moment before moving a little closer "...I THINK..." Cimmorro: whoahhh personal space

Plum: plum is going to go have a stress ulcer in the corner of this room Cimmorro: pet rokka to feel better Plum: why must we remove rokka's humanity Rokka: he would not mind tbh pls rokka needs comfort too

The group catch him up on the events post him getting stabbed up till now along with Cole as the two get ready to head out with the rest of them. The group decide on different groups again since they no longer need a group to stay and watch ‘greenie”. A group to go above ground and sneak into Vinny’s store and another to ask around down in the cove. Vinny decides to join the above ground group listing the laundry list of things left unattended up there, Cim follows wherever Vinny is going for the time being. While they discuss this Rokka briefly asks Vinny if he recognises the Theyord to which he thinks on and says maybe.

The group split becomes  -> Han / Keva / Cole / Vinny / Cimmorro to head aboveground  -> Psalm / Rokka / Plum / Ezra to stay belowground

The aboveground group tell Plum they will also retrieve some of their items for them if they can. They begin discussing and managing their disguises, as they do Cole hands Vinny her hat to replace the one he lost when he was stabbed. 

The group decide to meet back at this point in 24 hours. If they dont see anyone by the meeting time then escape as you are now. Ezra notes if his group wont make it he may have a way to contact them if so but not vice versa. the group also decide to use a special code with one another to make sure they dont get duped by any future clones. 

Rokka: i vote for obama take the wheel Ezra: who is obama Rokka: my great great great grandfather

Psalm: A code is a good idea Ezra: im gonna have to agree with psalms suggestion on this one

Psalm: How about Q: "where were you up to the night of the ball" "A: "i was having a grand old time"

As the group break to head their separate ways Cole moves to give the downstairs team a hug before she leaves but it soon evolves into giving everyone a hug as they leave. The hugging is spread all around. 

Psalm: Ill give you a hug han (: Han: glares at psalm but opens her arms Psalm:  ..........it was a joke Cimmorro: shakes my head towards psalm

They group splits off for the time being after the hug parade pulls into town, they head out to attend to their tasks, mission and goal on the mind. Theories are swarming in their heads and questions left unanswered, starting their day by pushing through the darkness ahead.

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Notes

🔮 Psalm rolled a 25 on their disguise check

🏹 Han takes the ring and disguises herself as - a half-orcish man as short as she can manage, she also obtains a 「 Poison Dagger✨」 from the 🔪Assassin

🍺 Plum asks for - their large pot of pink potion / the rest of their ingredients in their small bags

🐺 Rokka tears his shirt off when everyone began talking about clothes ( #freethenipple ) and covers himself in a cloak

🗡 Keva and 💎 Cimmorro wear their cloaks over their outfits and 💎 Cimmorro removes most of his jewellery and rolls a 14 on disguise

#recaps #181227 #YEET!

[justatadmystic]

so I was at katsu over the weekend and thanks to long ass lines and stuff for panels and yknow you gotta get to panels like hours in advance, I decided to write some things and thanks once again to @xnohrianxscumx I wrote more possessed robkumi

[Posted also on AO3 for the obvious reasons]

technically its part of the series im doing now with this???? just after the multi chapter one im doing for this

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Takumi woke to the pain of Robin’s fangs dug into his wrist.

He knew that the night before he had begun to suffer under the needs of Grima nestled within him, begging to be fed. They hadn’t shared a feeding session in days, and their unwanted dragon additions weren’t pleased by it. While Anankos was always in need of blood, or whining about it for his full strength, Grima didn’t exactly take no for an answers. While they had been used to the demands for blood since being possessed months ago, it still wasn’t pleasant. Robin had been in and out of consciousness, Grima rising to the surface in need of its nourishments. Anankos squirmed inside him, demanding his needs once more. The only thing keeping them from providing food to the dragons was the intense battles recently and they need to be at full strength.

Grima was almost lazy anchoring himself onto Takumi’s wrist and he took in mouthfuls of his blood. Takumi groaned quietly at the feeling, drawing the dragon’s eyes as they lazily opened at the sound, watching him with impassive eyes.

“Y-you should have woken me up.” Takumi said, taking a breath to wash the pain in his body away.

“I did not want to wait,” Grima murmured, drawing his bloodied mouth from Takumi’s wrist, “It took much to get Robin to give me control.”

“We need to be at full strength,” Takumi said with a frown.

Grima wipes the blood off his lips and looked over Takumi, eyes latching onto his neck. Takumi knew Grima preferred it from the junction of his neck and shoulders as well as the neck. Perhaps that’s why he didn’t ask. Takumi moved his shirt, baring his neck for the dragon. He winced as Grima shot up to grab him, pushing him into the futon as he bit hard into his neck, taking much more complete mouthfuls of blood. Takumi took several shaky breaths, holding onto Grima as he had his fill. It was something he was used to now, as terrifying as it was, but he found himself trusting Robin and Grima.

Grima was precise and calculated in his feeding, never being rough with his hands nor burying his teeth deeper into his skin. It was one rough deep bite and that was it. As Takumi’s heartbeat slowed a beat, Grima softened his gulps, slowing until he carefully pulled his teeth from his neck.

“...give me Anankos.”

“What…?”

Grima dug his fingers into Takumi’s shoulder. He was growing angry, Takumi knew it. “Anankos. Let him free.”

“No. I can’t do that.”

“Let him out!” Grima demanded with a shout, shoving Takumi down, blood dripping down his chin, “Both of you bratty, pathetic humans have taken advantage of this predicament between us. You’re slipping through our fingers! We are the ones that control you. I will not stand for it any longer. Do not tell me-“

“Grima.”

The fell dragon was surprised by the voice of Anankos as he reached up to take Grima’s hand. The dragon had taken control so quietly unlike his normal arrivals. Deep red eyes looked up to him in exhaustion and need, moments of worry flashing around the sea of crimson.

Grima let his grip soften slowly, only pulling away once he was sure it was Anankos. The silent dragon sat up slowly, touching along the bloody bite mark on his neck, smearing it across his shoulder and along his collar bone. He licked it off the trailing fingers, looking up to Grima once they were clean. The fell dragon watches as his spare eyes open up along his face, blinking before closing and disappearing. Anankos was sluggish in opening his eyes again, the red faded and hollow.

“Grima…”

The fell dragon didn’t hesitate for a moment, pulling away the robes he wore and tossing it to the side. Pulling one strap of his shirt down his arm, he bared his right shoulder and his neck for Anankos. He took a handful of Anankos’ shirt and tugged him closer.

“Feed.”

Anankos was sluggish, though with Grima’s insistent tugging he brought Anankos to the juncture between his shoulder and neck. Anankos bit in softly, almost gnawing on him and tasting him. He bit in harder once, and harder again. He bit until he broke through the skin and got his blood, and bit more, lining Grima’s neck and shoulder in sloppy and repeated bites. Anankos found his preferred spot and sank his teeth in with a groan, clinging to Grima as he bit down twice more to ensure his hold and started his feeding. Grima was silent and composed as Anankos fed, tearing into his muscles without a care to get more.

When Grima’s heartbeat started to slow after minutes of quiet feeding broken by the squish of his teeth in muscles, Anankos pulled away. Blood dropped ceaseless down his chin and neck, covering him in a splattered mask of blood from the lips down.

Anankos absently touches the gory remains of his bites, watching them continue to bleed, feeling them throb under his fingers. Grima watched Anankos with a confused gaze as the other dragon seemed almost delirious from the feeding. Anankos seemed to almost watch him with something warmer than normal. Anankos gently let himself lean forward onto the fell dragon, smiling as he laid his head on his chest.

“I missed you…”

Grima didn’t understand this… soft and touchy moment. What happened to the crazed bloodthirsty maniac that was Anankos? Perhaps it was the long period between feedings. That would make since, Anankos was most likely starving and became lethargic and delirious in the absence of his food. Anankos’ breathing had gone shallow for a moment, picking up as he roused himself awake again.

He wasn’t fully fed yet. He needed much more, and Grima knew it.

“You need to feed more.”

Anankos shook his head. “I’ll be alright. We need to take care of Robin and Takumi…”

“They’ll be fine.” Grima asserted. Anankos again shook his head.

“We need to make sure they’re alright. Pushing Robin’s body further means disaster for him, and the others in this camp.”

Grima growled, shaking Anankos for a moment in frustration. “Why do you suddenly care about these humans? There’s no point to care about them!”

Anankos’ eyes lowered, a hand taking hold of one of Grima’s wrists. He looked more tired then ashamed, lifting his head once again. The look of exhaustion annoyed Grima.

“...it may have been the lack of proper food, but… I remember when I used to love humanity. When I was their source of initial wisdom, and I watched them grow and blossom into such interesting and beautiful creatures.

“I remember my closest friend. A human who helped me raise a kingdom, a people… I loved that human.”

“Loved?!” Grima barked, lips curling in disgust, “How pathetic of you, Anankos. Falling for a human, of all creatures-!”

Anankos shook his head, warmth burning in his eyes. “Cadros was different. He was warm, and open. He loved his family, our kingdom and our people. I loved him knowing he would not answer those feelings as he did with his wife… but he did in the end. He died of normal human causes. Not even my blood would let him live any longer. He reminded me to love all of them as I loved him. Even as I was betrayed by my people, and cast away… his son was there. His son was so similar, I ended up entrusting myself to him as well. He would keep me warm and remind me the people made mistakes, that they did not hate me.”

Grima seethed at the look on Anankos’ face. He looked happy and warm. He looked like he was recalling such a pleasant memory. It was a disgusting and deplorable look on someone much like him. This nonsense on liking humanity, loving them even, was poison to him.

“Even after I ended up killing him… he still loved me. With his dying breath, he told me. I do not seek to destroy humanity in their stead… but humanity from then on was nothing but worthless violent garbage needing to be burned away and made anew. They didn’t understand. I would make them understand.”

Anankos’ gaze darkened for a moment at that memory, making Grima smile. There he was, the mad dragon he knew. It was fleeting, much to Grima’s annoyance, as the light returned to those red eyes. God, it sickened him to see it.

Anankos seemed to realize Grima’s disgust, softly chuckling. It drew a growl of a warning from the fell dragon.

“It will pass, Grima. This is the first time I have remembered all of this, in such detail, in such fondness. It is surely the lack of food. It will pass, and you will never see this again.”

“Good. You’re better off killing that part of you. Erase it, throw it away with the rest of humanity.”

Anankos bit his tongue on that note. There was a large part that clung to those memories, the happier days alongside his best friend, the humans who made up his beautiful quiet kingdom built on knowledge and peace. He was never one for war, not interested in his sibling’s war over humanity, over their powers. He didn’t wish to weaponize humans, nor provide them with such outstanding weapons as the Sage had done. He wanted peace, to teach his humans, to love them unconditionally as they did to him.

He closed his eyes and rested on Grima, exhaustion now catching up to him quickly. Grima darkly murmured something, perhaps akin to wishing he could wipe such a happiness from Anankos himself, but Anankos ignored it. He fell asleep once more, falling into a beautiful memory in the mountains of the capital, sat alongside his best friend, watching children train their magic among the floating stones and remembering that in that moment, it was nothing but bliss.

Robin woke up with a splitting headache, and the feeling of Takumi tucked against his chest.

He could feel the bite marks all over him, and the throbbing that came with open wounds like that, but more then that he could feel the even and peaceful breathing of Takumi, which was more odd then normal. Usually they were out of breath or obviously used for sexual affairs when under their dragon’s control, but instead of nude and wiped out and confused, Takumi looked downright peaceful and angelic.

Robin did his best to carefully move Takumi, though his stirring was enough for Takumi to crack an eye open, looking up at Robin with sleepy eyes before quietly nuzzling back into him.

“Stay.” was all he could hear Takumi murmur, and the soft urging was enough to keep Robin down, wrapping his arms around the archer.

“I’ll stay. Don’t worry.”

“...do you remember anything?” Takumi asked quietly,  flattening his palms across Robin’s chest.

Robin shook his head. “Not really. They fed themselves though, going off of the the bite marks. I also have a bad headache right now… do you remember anything?”

Takumi slowly smiled, a smile full of emotion, something that temporarily shocked Robin.

“I think… Anankos remembered something nice. I don’t hurt at all, and I feel happy.”

Robin gently patted Takumi’s head, earning the archer’s approval without words to move his fingers through the silver strands.

“That’s good to hear. Let’s rest a little longer.”

“Mhm…”

#writings and things #robkumi #xnohrianxscumx #its time for more dragon possession #now with more emotions and shit #I decided to have fun and fuck with takumi and robin's bodies

[a-pretty-nerd]

You Asked for It (John Murphy x reader smut)

Request:“Hiii :) What about Murohy smut, where ready his his best friend from childhood, and when they’re on the ground Murphy is protecting her all the time. They start dating and Murphy is always trying to be gentle with her but one time she tells him to just be himself and get’s rougher and stuff. . Murphy style.”~ Anonymous

Sure thing! ❤

A/N: I have been meaning to do more than just Jasper stuff, so now is as good a time as any! I hope you enjoy! And if this isn’t your cup of tea, don’t be afraid to send in a request! ^^

Warning: Sex, curing, the usual.

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Ever since you had landed on the ground with the 100, Murphy had barley left your side. Your best friend was constantly trying to keep you out of trouble. Trying to keep you away from some of the more rough groups. Trying to keep you well fed, and just, safe.

“If anything happened to you, I’d be devastated.” He’d told you over, and over again.

“I’m not a baby, Murphy. I’ll be fine.” You said back, standing and going to walk out of the tent. He grabbed your arm, gently, and looked in your eyes. A sweet, and desperate look you’d almost never seen before. You felt your heart race, and he slowly inched closer, testing the waters so to speak. You were unsure of him for a moment, before he got up the courage to lean forward and finally plant a tender kiss on your lips. You were stunned for a moment, but leaned up to kiss him again. From that point on, your best friend, became your boyfriend. An unexpected, but incredibly pleasant surprise. You’d wake up nearly every morning now beside him. He was so sweet when he was asleep. Not nearly as vicious as he’d like to think he was.

Your sexual relationship, was nice. But thats what it was, nice. Just, nice. It wasn’t bad, you had no complaints. He was passionate, and tender, and sweet. But you didn’t exactly have a sweettooth when it came to that. Not only that, but he was just a little different. Just, nice, like the sex. You sat on the make-shift bed you shared, and watched him remove his shirt after a long day. He loved nothing more than to end the day with you. He noticed your staring.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” He joked.

“I would if I had a camera.” He chuckled, and walked over to you. He leaned down and kissed you. “Mh stop that.” You hummed.

“Stop what?”

“Being so sweet.” He reached down and took off your shirt to gently glide his fingers across your skin.

“I thought you liked a little sugar every now and then.” His hands ran up and down your sides.

“Baby, you can be a little rougher with me, yknow that right? I’m not made of glass.” You watched him, as he knelt down and pulled down your pants. He kissed up your thighs. “You can be yourself with me.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You don’t have to worry about hurting me. Trust me, if somethings bothering me, I’ll tell you.” He gave that smirk that made your heart flutter.

“You sure?” With that, the last of your clothes were removed. You nodded, and slowly opened your legs for him. “Alright then.” He kissed you with a burning passion, his hands practically sticking to your skin. He leaned you back into the bed, and kissed your neck. His heated breath brushing against your skin. He pressed his hips against yours, his erection wild. Pulsating with need. He only pulled away from the kiss to kiss down your chest before looking down at you with lustful eyes. He didn’t ask if you were ready. He didn’t as for permission like usual. His cock was already at your entrance, and in one swift motion it filled you. You arched your back and moaned. He already started thrusting, holding your ass so it was easier for him to thrust deep, deep inside.

You felt him hit your cervix, and as he fucked you, you slowly started to lose your mind. He gave deep, hard, passionate thrusts. Enjoying watching you writhe beneath him as he pumped himself into you. He was at a good steady pace, until he leaned over, and balaned himself on the bed. His thrusts became more passionate, and faster. He looked into your eyes, watching you with that smile of his. His hips driving into yours. Your eached out, and held onto him tightly as you gasped and came around him. He grunted, and kissed you again. His thrusts never wavering. He continued to pound himself into her, forcing the bed to rock with his motions.

“Murphy, oh fuck John!” You couldn’t help but cry out for him.

“You asked for this baby.” He kissed your neck again, only taking the time to leave hickeys. “F-Fuck yes baby, scream my name.” He purred, holding you close as another orgasm started creeping up on you. You did so, you cried his name, over and over again while the orgasm ravaged your body. He grunged your named, as he held you by your hips. You felt his cum flow into you while he shook with pleasure. He panted, and let himself rest beside you. It took a good minute for the two of you to speak.

“Fuck, John. That was…amazing.”

“Glad you think so.” He kissed your temple and held you close to him in the after glow.

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The end! ✌❤

#john murphy #the 100 smut #smut #john murphy x reader smut

[bongtoast]

VICTUURI TEAChER/SINGLE PARENT AU?

OKOKOK SO ITS TAKEN ME AGES TO FIND EVERYTHING I’D DISCUSSED WITH SOMEONE REGARDING THIS AU BUT I FOUND THEM SO IM ANSWERING THIS NOW!! IK ITS SUPER LATE AND IM SORRY BUT AAAAok so the first thing is that we’re gonna completely disregard the typical “yurio’s in like 4th grade and ADORES yuuri as his teacher” because yall can just miss me w that, and instead have a high school english teacher yuuri who puts up with NONE of yurio’s shit. he doesn’t wanna participate? too bad. tries to argue? not having it. eventually yuuri doesn’t even need to say anything. to any of his students. they just receive The Look and that’s the end of it.

now because yurio is yurio, victor - who’s his older brother and legal guardian - gets his ears talked off about “my stupid fucking english teacher”, which causes victor to get this massive image of yuuri beings this mean old bastard who hates children and yurio especially (maybe yurio’s trans?? yall decide) and he becomes both pissed and terrified of this teacher.

dont get me wrong tho, yuuri is a mad Professional (except around his senior class. they’ve seen a different side of mr katsuki…) but victor’s still TERRIFIED of meeting him.

eventually, though, he has to. parent teacher interviews are next thursday, so unfortunately, victor’s going to have to face the music and meet this teacher. and he is shitting himself. thursday rolls around, and victor’s got a million thoughts running through his head - what will i hear? am i gonna like it?? DD: - and yurio isn’t helping boost his confidence much (in australia the student also attends the interview so im going off of that) because he knows deep down that yuuri isn’t that bad.

and if he knows victor, he knows what’s gonna happen next.

so they’re standing out the front of the classroom. the door is locked. they can’t hear anything from the inside. they look at each other.

and victor slowly reaches up to knock.

they enter.

and victor….

…

…

iMMEDIATELY falls in love because yuuri katsuki is SO FUCKING ADORABLE. victor was honest to god expecting a crockety old 60 y/o man and he gets Booty-licious Japanese Man who is the DEFINITION of nice and polite. he is an ANGEL. THIS MAN LITERALLY OFFERS THEM A CUP OF TEA BEFORE THEY START.

so victor and yurio sit down, tea placed in front of them, but victor still doesn’t know what to expect. he’s been completely thrown off guard by yuuri (who’s wearing pants that cling to his ass and thighs in THE MOST PERFECT WAY POSSIBLE and his button up is so ugly and. honestly victor cannot believe this man is real) but yurio’s shitting himself in the corner because he has no idea what’s about to be said, and yuuri has no fuckin clue what to do but he’s just like “umm… okay… let’s get started”

and as i said before, yuuri isn’t an easy teacher. he’s nice and courteous, but you don’t disrespect him and the effort he puts into his career. you just don’t! he doesn’t take shit from Anyone. he’ll offer you a hot beverage when you come into the parent teacher interview and he always ensures that the students are fed before they start a class, but if you try to argue with him (WITHOUT REASON) he will DESTROY YOU.

once they’re all settled in, yuuri pretty much breaks the ice with “so i first wanted to talk about yuri’s behaviour” and LET ME TELL YOU.

ALL. HELL. BREAKS. LOOSE.

victor’s like “oh god”. yurio’s like “oh GOD”. yuuri just continues talking. and yknow, he goes on to say how yurio has some issues with participating and stubbornness - and, at times, respect - but then he’s like “but when he does participate? mr nikiforov, yuri has a brilliant mind on him.

“his answers are honestly some of the smartest i hear. he has a keen mind for the work we’re doing and his understanding of concepts is phenomenal. sure, he tends to swear a lot in his answers - which” and he turns to yurio at this “he really needs to stop - but the guts of his answers are simply fantastic.”

and victor’s not really processing this because although he came in not knowing what to expect, he knew he wasn’t expecting that. so he turns to yurio and probably whacks him upside the head or smth in a typical older brother fashion and says “yurio!! you told me he was mean!! wtf!!!”

and yeah. that interview is the beginning of a beautiful relationship.

(ALTERNATIVELY: victor goes into the interview ready to tear a bitch apart and gets his ass handed to him. he starts telling yuuri off about the way he supposedly singles yurio out and constantly gives him detentions, forces him to participate, and essentially bullies yurio into answering questions

and he kinda goes on for a while like that but eventually he asks yuuri what he has to say for himself and… yurio actually full on slides himself down in his seat because the look on yuuri’s fuckin face?? it says it all.

he then proceeds to COMPLETELY DRAG VICTOR.

it’s brilliant.)

////IM SORRY EVERYONE THAT THIS WAS SO LONG AAAAAA I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS DUMB AU DESPITE IT////

#long post #yuri on ice #au #victuuri #IM SO SORRY LMFAO

[5hfanfiction]

Too Close To Home - Chapter 14

A loud excessive bang wakes me from my slumber.

I begrudgingly throw my covers and slide off bed, stomping my way to the door. I’m too tired for this shit, waking a person up at this time should be illegal in my opinion.

As I open the offensive object, Lauren came into view. She seems… angry. Her eyes are burning, her body stiff as she looks at me, breathing heavily as she does so.

“How did you get in?” I ask, confused

“That doesn’t matter,” she spits, walking towards me as she continues, “Why did you intentionally try to make me jealous?”

“What?”

“You think I don’t know you? You did it deliberately. Every time you make flirty jokes, your eyes would wander on mine for a second to see my reaction. Do you think I’m stupid or something?” she growls, walking like a predator circling it’s prey, slowly trying to devour the scared animal - in this case, me.

What’s happening?

“Wha-? No..” I walk backwards subconsciously, away from Lauren.

“Then I’ll ask again. Why did you intentionally try to make me jealous? Was it because you want a reaction from me?” My back hits the wall across from the door. Lauren traps me, using her hands to captivate me by placing them on both sides of my head.

“I-”

“You what?”

“I-I wanted to pu-punish you because you were being stupid,” I stutter, scared to look at her eyes as I do so.

“How was I being stupid?”

“You had your girl on your arm, and yet, you’re je-jealous of another girl.” The close proximity is dampening the air, making me feel like I’m in a dream.

“Well, that’s not stupid..” She moves her hand from the wall to the collar of my hoodie, “this is.” She drags me to the bed beside us and push me on it. I yelped from the sudden move.

She then crawls on top of me, one of her leg in between mine. She looks at me. Even if the room is relatively dark, illuminated by only the small lamp on the corner of the room, her eyes were still bright enough for me to see that her pupils are dilating. She’s aroused.

She pushes her thigh against my sex, making me moan in pleasure. She leans on me, making an indication that she’s going to kiss me.

That’s when I jolt awake - for real this time. My body are sweating and my panties are incredibly damp from the dream. I’m usually the one on top when it comes to bedroom activities but let’s be honest here, Lauren is hot when she’s possessive and dominant.

That’s when I start to register as to what happened. I had a wet dream about Lauren, what the actual fuck?

I look around, finding Dinah with her back on me on the bed. Oh My God! I had an almost-sex-dream about Lauren. And I didn’t even think of Lucy during the rest of the dream. Holy- If it were to actually happen, would I have accepted it like I had in my dream?

An abrupt vibration stops me from my train of thoughts.

Lauren [3.17am]: You awake? 😶

Me [3.17am]: Yeah, what's up?

Lauren [3.18am]: I can't sleep 😭😭

Me [3.19am]: Me neither.

I mean, it’s not technically a lie. I don’t think I could sleep now.

Lauren [3.19am]: You wanna go out?

Me [3.19am]: It's 3 Lauren, what can we do at three in the morning?

Lauren [3.21am]: We could go to the beach?

Me [3.21am]: I think I've had enough beach visitation for a day, don't you think?

Lauren [3.22am]: Fine~ how about just cruising?

Me [3.22am]: I don't know 🤔🤔. Won't Lucy be mad?

Lauren [3.23am]: She's asleep..

Me [3.23am]: That doesn't make it right..

Lauren [3.23am]: She's asleep and I don't wanna wake her. Besides, she's all for us being friends again.

I refrain from texting, “This isn’t really a friendly thing to do,” because what the hell do I know? Our friendship was quite different from the start, what makes me think that it would change now? I already decided to accept, but not without playing a little.

Me [3.25am]: Fine.. But on one condition.

Lauren [3.25am]: What is it? 🙄🙄

Me [3.26am]: I want you to beg.. Just say please.

Lauren [3.27am]: Please..

Me [3.27am]: Full sentence..

Lauren [3.28am]: Urghh.. So annoying.. omg.

Lauren [3.28am]: Would you PLEASE come out because I'm already waiting outside your door?

Me [3.30am]: You are?

Lauren [3.30am]: Yesss.. Can you PLEASE get ready now..

Me [3.31am]: Alright.. Alright.. So bossy..

Lauren [3.32am]: You were the one who wants me to beg, you sadistic ass..

Me [3.35am]: Enough with the technicalities.. Give me 5 minutes to get ready.

And with that, I tuck my phone in my jean pocket, brush my teeth, and fix my hair.

Once I think I’m presentable enough, I walk out, but not without hearing a moan from a hibernating Dinah.

“Mmm.. Mani.. Please.”

My eyes were wide as saucers at that. Why does she sound like she’s having sex with.. Mani??

What the hell is happening? Whaaaaat?

I shake my head. It’s too late to dwell on something I can’t really answer myself. Another question for another day.

I walk to the front door, opening it softly to find Lauren leaning against the wall with her phone on her hand.

She’s wearing a grey hoodie with black ripped jeans. The vivid dream I just had not 30 minutes ago crossed my mind, making me blush at that thought. She looks hot as fuck, even if she just got out of bed.

I feel like this is a way for God to torture me.. I’m already sexually frustrated as it is.

“FYI, You’re the bossy one here..” she starts.

“You’re such a kid.. Let it go.” I laugh.

She just huffs in response. We ride the way down to her rented car silently. She looks like she’s still cogitating on our banter.

“By the way.. I’m not the childish one here, you are,” she says while starting up her the car, bringing our conversation back.

I laugh. I knew it. She’s so easy to aggravate. “Not trying to be technical here, but technically, you are.. You can’t let things go.”

“I can-”

“Another example how you can’t let it go. Lauren.. let it go-”

“Fine,” she sighs exasperatedly. “I’m not childish,” she murmurs to herself, “you are.”

We drive around the block for a minute before actually driving further away to nowhere. Her phone was plugged in with the system’s auxiliary port, playing her songs from Spotify.

“Why do you wanna drive around?” I ask.

“I told you.. I couldn’t sleep.”

“Yeah.. but why?”

“I don’t know exactly.. I love car rides. It sort of gives me a sense of clarity. Like, driving in the middle of the night has those 2 things that I love. Music and Movement. I could listen to songs while laying on the bed, but I would feel like I’m freezing in motion. I don’t like it. I feel like I’m wasting my time staying still. I mean, sure, driving around to nowhere is technically wasting time, but the motion enables me to manipulate my mind into thinking I’m moving, yknow?”

“Besides, being under the wheels, it gives me a sense control. You know how management and the label were controlling our lives? Well, after you left, that hasn’t changed. So now, being able to control where we’re going gives me tranquility. It’s the only thing that I could control.”

“Did you stop writing? You usually express them on your journal.”

“I write too, but I guess it’s not enough anymore. I’m just so fed up with how I can’t do things without their consultation. It’s crazy.. Like, legally I’m an adult, but at the same time.. I’m not. I have those contracts hanging over my head.”

“I understand. Sort of the reason why I quit.” A few seconds of silence ensued before I eventually ask, “How about.. we write a song together? You could sing with me but you don’t have to if you don’t wanna or can’t. At least that way, you could express your mind vicariously through me.”

She turns to me for a second, smiling fondly, “I would love that.”

We drive around more, the street lights illuminating her structured face as we pass them. She looks beautiful, even if she doesn’t have any make up on, even if her hair is tied into a messy bun, even if she’s not wearing tight dresses, worthy of the red carpets. On the contrary, this is actually the time I think she looks most beautiful, because it shows that she’s human too. She’s basically a God on the red carpet, so knowing that she has those moments where there are ketchup stains on her hoodie, it kind of makes me lay off on trying to beautify myself externally.

“Are you hungry?” She asks.

“When am I not?”

“Fair enough,” she laughs, “there’s a burger place I know that opens 24 hours, wanna go?”

“Sure.”

***

“Omg.. This is heaven.” I say with my mouth full.

“I know….” She laughs at me when she saw the ketchup drips from my mouth.

This is another reason why I like Lauren’s company. She doesn’t care if I look gross right now. Yes, she’s laughing at me, but it’s not in a condescending way, she’s laughing at me as if I made a joke.

We are now in the car, eating a takeaway burger place in front of us. We could eat inside but stupid Lauren decided that she wants to eat in the car instead.

But now that I’m making a mess, I’m pretty sure she’s regretting it.

“I feel like you have a hole on your mouth.. How could a person drip that much sauce?” she says, gesturing me.

“Shut up, you’re the one who wants to eat in a claustrophobic space. Lauren, seriously, I’m not cleaning my mess.”

“No one asked you to, but now that you mention it, you kinda have to.”

“Fuck you.”

“Gladly,” she smirks, making me recall the dream again.

I blush excessively, making my face shade like the sauce that is currently dripping down my mouth.

“Hey, I’m just joking,” she says guiltily when she saw my face.

We clean up everything once we were done and continue driving around. But we’re silent now, the friendly banter absent.

“So, you and Ariana..”

I sigh, of course.

“What’s happening between you guys?”

“What do you mean?” I play dumb. Ariana’s obviously straight, I don’t even understand why she’s asking me this.

“Are you interested in her?” she murmurs.

“Nope.”

“Are you sure? You guys seemed… close.”

“We’re not. I don’t like her.. like that. She’s my friend.”

“But.. you were my friend and you liked me.. like that.”

“That’s different.”

“How?”

“Because,” I sigh, exasperated. She’s being completely unfair and petty right now. I can’t exactly say that we were never platonic in the first place, considering that we’re trying to be friends. So, I went with a vague one instead, “I was never attracted to Ariana like I was with you.”

I know she doesn’t deserve even an answer. I do. It’s just that I don’t want to have these tensions between us.

“Okay..” she says, finally letting the topic go, but not before a barely audible, “was,” slips out of her mouth. I don’t think she wanted me to hear that, so I let it go.

“So how long are you going to stay here? Before going back on tour?”

“I have another concert in the next two days before going back on the road. This is actually the longest break I have in quite some time. Schedule has always been crazy, I don’t know why I thought it would change.”

“True.. What are your plans now?”

“Well, Dinah mentioned about clubbing later at night. She said that we should all go to a club because tomorrow could be our lazy day. If we go out tomorrow, I could have a hangover by the time the soundcheck starts so that’s a huge no. Wanna join?”

“I, uh, have the date night with Lucy.”

“Oh… Okay then,” I say softly. No matter how hard I try to hide my disappointment, she seems like she can see through my emotions like a glass.

“Maybe we could come by after that?” She says hopefully.

“No.. Don’t, it’s your day with her.”

“I don’t think she’ll mind..”

“But you said you guys barely have time alone, today’s your day.”

“But-.. Yeah, alright,” she says, adding a nod, seemingly trying to convince herself that it’s the right thing to do.

***

The sun was already up by the time we park the car on the car park reserved for the hotel guests. I went to my room while she went to hers.

A few minutes later, my phone vibrated against my thigh.

Lauren [6.32am]: That was fun… We should do it again sometime.

Me [6.34am]: Yeah… Sure.

Lauren [6.35am]: By the way, Lucy knows that we went out. She was awake by the time I came in. Told you she doesn't mind.

Me [6.36am]: Really? Damn, I wouldn't have reacted accordingly.

Lauren [6.37am]: Ahahhaha 😂😂..

Lauren [6.37am]: Alright.. Sweet dreams, Camz…

Me [6.39am]: Goodnight..🌙

I turn off my phone and stare at the ceiling with Dinah snoring beside me.

I’m convinced, Lauren is a hurricane.

What is she doing to me?

#UPDATE #series #non AU #camren #norminah #angst drama #romance fluff #submission #Too Close To Home

[wiltking]

1 hi wilt. im starting university soon and everyones so excited but im trans and im dreading it more than anything. im trying to get inclusive housing but theyre not making it easy and i realized im going to have to debate with them on the phone several times in order to even begin to convince them to do this. and they still might not. i have crippling phone anxiety, i get choked up making phone calls to ask store hours so idk how ill do this. and on top of that in order to get inclusive (cont)

housing and to get my name/gender changed in the records i need my parents permission, parents who have been denying my gender for years despite me explicitly telling them im trans over and over. and hrt doesnt look like its gonna happen anytime in the next couple of years. im such a wreck and i really just dont want to deal with this. society makes being trans so fucking hard like it just punishes us even though we didnt do anything wrong. anyway i just wanted to let you know that your blog makes me feel better bc it lets me know that im not the only one fighting the system. sometimes society almost convinces me that im being stupid and ridiculously demanding and i should just give in and kill myself bc im not obviously not wanted. but then i remember that people like you are out there. its comforting to know that not everyone hates me just because of who i am. and your art is so incredible and i love the representation and trans positivity. it has inspired me to make my own trans ocs and i found that it really helped make things more bearable to have characters like me to write and draw and dream about. keep up the good work and i hope one day things work out for the both of us. i apologize for being long winded and venting, i just wanted to get my feelings out and let you know how grateful i am for the work you put into this community

hi anon, sorry for taking a little while to reply. this just hit me in a number of ways and i didnt know what to say. ive definitely heard horror stories about universities disrespecting trans students. it really does suck. i hope you wont be the first trans person thats requested housing and they have some experience with it... but if they continue to refuse, maybe you can make a fuss about it. file some kind of complaint. because you deserve better. sometimes it works, sometimes not. maybe you’ll be able to pave the way to make things better for trans students who come after you. 

i dont have much experience with that kind of thing though. i was out when i went to college but.. quietly. instead of requesting a name change on the records i would email my professors and request to use my correct name in their classes. it wasnt ideal but it was all i was brave enough to do at the time. because ive had so many horrible experiences with telling people im trans, i automatically assume bad things will happen. but i think ive already experienced the worst possible things from my home life, so now im somewhat jaded. and have the ability to be way more assertive. because whats the worst that can happen? something ive already lived through and survived? bring it on. it awful but i know i can deal with it. 

and yknow, sometimes people are decent. yesterday i got my name changed on my drivers license and the nice lady at the dmv told me what i had to do to change my gender marker (even though i told her i wasnt doing that yet). so i think not all hope is lost for us folks. its true i feel hopeless 98% of the time but i think its always worth it to try our best. sometimes that means taking matters into your own hands and demanding certain treatment, and other times it means gritting your teeth and putting up with a bad situation for a few years. i wish i had more positive things to say here but it sounds like you know how ive been through the wringer. im wishing you all the best with your university situation though. let me know how it goes? i also have atrocious phone anxiety and have to call my insurance tomorrow about covering my transition this year so we’ll both be suffering :’)

ive heard trans people on hrt say that the time spent pre-hrt will seem like nothing once you get the goods, and i find that hard to believe. ive known hrt was right for me since i was 14/15 and i still wont be on it by the time im 20. the only upside to having to wait so long is that my need for it is absolutely solidified. my mom has fed doubt into my head for these entire 5 years but the jokes on her i still want it! and im getting it this year no matter what! the #1 thing that really got me through to this point was focusing on my own completed goals, no matter how small. things like buying my first pair of men’s pants, telling a friend i was trans for the first time, requesting hrt from my doc when i was like 16 (i got turned down, but the point is i tried), and every time i stand up for myself is a victory. i wont lie to you, its extremely shitty to have to wait so long for treatment, but there are still little things you can do. 

im also super glad youre making trans ocs!! thats absolutely my #1 way to cope and process gender shit. its literally like therapy for me. really glad to know its helping you too. sorry this got so long; last thing i want to say is that anything bad or difficult that happens to you will make you stronger. 

#and thank you so much for your kind words at the end of your message #long post #anon #ask wilt