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orbdotexe · 4 months

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The Young Wolf and the Hunter Vanguard had been very good friends, before the Prison. Cayde-6 had been left in a coma after the fight and losing his Ghost, and the last the Guardian had seen of him was the Queen’s Wrath hauling his unconscious form away from them, cursing them for trying to kill him. They had seen him die, saw his eyes lose their glow. They had gathered up Sundance’s shell after Petra was gone and had swept up the leftover Scorn, and her shell pieces were about the only well taken-care-of thing on their ship… It wasn't until Crow mentioned Cayde complaining about being stuck in the Tower “for his own safety” that the Guardian realized he had survived. Crow, however, neglected to ever mention the ‘reunion’ he had since been planning for them.

[Cayde POV]

Aaand here you go, Eternal! I'm finally posting the Cayde Hug, please don't stab me

anyway yeah! the "open secret" is that House Light is... secretly thankful to the Young Wolf for killing Lakshmi. The target is off the House's back! and... now its 10x harder to get anyone to listen that Wolf is. not trying to destabilize the City. oh yeah, and Wolf is having hallucinations from the Black Heart in this (and Fortunate Encounter) and Cayde... very much does not know. so keep that in mind--

[ao3 link]

It took days, maybe a week or two, to finally slip away—and even more planning; a Hunter’s nightmare.

It's not like he could just fly out with a favor from Amanda—even she's been on high-alert since his last attempt had been foiled and they found out he'd been trying to get in-touch with the Young Wolf (and had gotten both himself and Crow in trouble, but... they both knew it'd happen).

He's never been more glad for the ‘open secret’ and Crow's connection to the Eliksni.

But, hey, he's out now! And it feels great to be out of the Tower—This might be the most free he's ever felt since getting this job. Cayde elects to ignore just how much of a prison the Tower had turned into for him. He never thought it could get worse, before…

Shaking that unfortunate thought away, he... has some trouble keeping his initial excitement and relief at seeing them again. He can feel it fading in his gut, and he can't help but feel guilty about it. It's just the stories getting to him. He doesn't believe any of it.

He is, still, relieved—He heard how his Hunter was doing. He's seen the pictures, and the videos. He's read the reports and VanNet posts. Cayde knows they need this. There is a little doubt creeping in, though, that maybe a surprise meeting won't turn out the best–

Crow can assure him all he wants! Cayde knows his student, and he knows they've never liked personal surprises (surprise fights, on the other hand, were fine), and there's no way that dislike hasn't amplified since their exile.

Crow finds himself getting more concerned and uncertain than before. Cayde doesn't usually sound unsure of himself. Especially not half-way through a plan.

Crow already brought Wolf to the place, so if Cayde starts trying to back out now, after all of this, his hands might really be the death of the Hunter Vanguard.

—

"Soo... this is the spot you picked, Crow?"

"Oh, try not to sound so disappointed. You couldn’t do any better."

"I've been stuck in the Tower!"

"Look on the bright side—It's got windows."

"All the walls have holes in them–"

"I thought it'd help them not feel trapped!"

"Holes?? I think you'd be looking for less walls, bird boy, and no roof–"

"Do not call me that."

"You let the Guardian call you that."

"Wha– Where'd you hear that?!"

"Glint."

"I should've seen that coming... Just go! Before they think I'm pranking them."

—

After sufficient back and forth arguing, Crow just about shoves Cayde out the ship and he finally approaches the dilapidated ruins. His old student should be... just at the top... of the stairs. By his majestic horn, he has to walk up how far?

It was times like these that Cayde really wished he could still double jump.

Heaving an overdramatic sigh into the comms, he makes his way up the crumbling steps and listens to Crow mock him for it.

—

Cayde was nearer to the top of the ruins now, and the room was anything but covered. Half of the room’s roof was collapsed inwards, along with the walls of the far corner, exposing the landscape beyond.

So, maybe Crow had a point, but that’s not important.

Sat down on a pile of rubble in the collapsed corner, The Young Wolf stared out at the overlooking scape, heavy forest intercut by patches of collapsed concrete mounds and natural cobble. From up here, he’d call it the perfect place for a pack of Hunters, with the low-hanging branches and plenty of brush surrounding shadowed structures.

The Guardian stood out against the greens, browns and greys beyond the outlook like a sore thumb—almost literally, too, being draped in reds.

Though Cayde’s sure they heard him coming up the stairs, as any good Hunter would, he hesitates to grab their attention. What should he even do? Pat them on the shoulder? Kick a rock at them? What would be the right tone for this? Crow said they thought he was dead…

And there’s that budding dread, again.

Probably best to avoid anything too sudden, right? They don’t seem to have noticed him, afterall (or they were politely waiting for him to get his bearings—But he doubted it), and Crow said they were, at best, on edge.

Cayde opted to clear his throat as he carefully approached them, though the sound came out more grainy than he intended. Damn his voice module.

When they finally look over to him, their face...

It’s wrong.

Not that it had twisted into something nightmarish (though it reminded him of what he would see in the Deep Stone dreams), or something bloody and horrid, but... Their once sharp features were soft in a way Cayde never wanted to see again.

There were little nicks and larger scars, a few looked as if they had been infected at some point—usually he'd call it rugged and rough, but it only served to make them more…

He hated the thought—to pity a Hunter is to see less of them—but it was unavoidable.

Cayde realizes it feels like they were staring right through him with an, honestly? Blank look—before they look away, right back to staring out at the landscape. Not even acknowledging him.

"Guardian..? Kid?"

They flinch, something small and nearly unnoticeable that anyone else wouldn't have picked up on, and... They're ignoring him?

After all this time? What happened?

He narrows his eyes at them, trying to figure out if this is some kind of joke. If it is, it's a terrible one.

Cayde leans over and waves a hand in front of their face to try and get them to swat at him, or just to get... really, any reaction out of them. But they don't. They squint a bit, like they're trying to keep something in, but don’t even lean back away from his hand.

Don't like that.

He steps back, mockingly rubbing his chin to hide his anxiety. If there’s one thing he’s an expert at, its making people pay attention to him. Not even Zavala could–…

Cayde clears his throat, knowing the uselessness of the action.

What did he do? Did Crow set him up for this? No, the young Hunter knew how important this is… There’s a quiet but grating sound as he grinds the innerworkings of his jaw. They don’t seem angry. Drawn in on themself—which Cayde can’t fault them for; he has been as well—but not angry.

So, what is this, then? His own building frustration tells him a very in-poor-taste prank. What little logic he has tells him that’s stupid; that they just don’t know how to react, maybe.

Still, Cayde’s frustration wins over, and as he steps forward to grab their attention, he kicks some gravel up—one thunking against their back. He pauses as they startle and their hand snaps to their sword, before going jarringly still. All movement stops there, down to their breathing, and his own synthetic breath catches.

The Guardian turns, hand lowering from the handle—slowly; cautiously—to look at him, and…

Their eyes widen in what he assumes is realization, a glassy sheen building in them– Did he… No, wait, they haven’t seen him alive in years, but why would they— The very tangible realization of how they must have felt this entire time hits him like a brick, and he thinks he might have thrown up from the anxious knot in his stomach, were it not for his Exo body.

He doesn’t understand why it would take them so long to react to him, or why their reaction was to grab their weapon, but the look on their face wipes the thought and any frustration from Cayde’s mind. His mouth draws closed, and his shoulders relax, but neither of them make any moves until they shuffle onto their feet.

After a few painful moments of silence and surprised eye contact, they take a jerky step forward, and–

And they hug him.

Huh. He can't remember them hugging him before–

Oh, wait, they're shaking.

No, they're crying– He's never seen them cry before, either.

A lot of firsts happening here...

"Guardian..."

They basically claw into the gaps in his shoulder plates, even through his leather armor, at his voice– They really did think he was dead all this time...

"Whaat,” he tries to laugh as he returns the hug, “I thought Crow told you I was still kick– kicking?"

He realizes his eyes burn with phantom stings, but his damned metal face doesn't let him cry. He wishes he could cry with them. They both deserve to cry here.

Them first. They need it more than anyone.

The Guardian grumbles incoherently into his shoulder at his picking. He doesn't complain.

"Well, kid, I guess I'm just too handsome to cry, huh?” He knows his voice broke up, but it doesn't matter. Not anymore. Not here, not while he's finally got his friend back.

He leans into the hug, and lets the silence hang in the air.

It stays that way for a few minutes, just standing and hanging onto each other, praying they can weather this, but… There's just something he needs to say before he bursts, or time runs out.

"I, ah... Well. About Lakshmi." Straight to the point. Not his specialty… Cayde can feel them get tense, and dig their fingers harder into his back. They do not look up at him.

"I know why you did it. Honestly, it was... kinda brilliant, but I'd expect nothing less of my favorite Guardian! I mean, taking the target off House Light's back in one move?"

They just snort. Kinda harshly, actually, but at least they relaxed back a bit.

Right... This is supposed to be serious. He sighs, "Alright, alright. But I do understand, really. I... just wish you'd gone about it differently, though—Now it's about impossible to prove you're innocent." Well, of trying to kill him, at least.

He wishes they'd speak, though. Cayde's not surprised, but it's been awhile, and he's not used to it anymore, and... It'd be nice to have a conversation partner that took him seriously for once.

Not that the Young Wolf doesn't, it's just... The silence isn't comforting anymore.

When they finally pull away, Cayde can see the tear streaks through the layers of grime on their face, and… a swirling black on the outskirts of their eyes. He blinks, takes a breath, and opts to question it another day—despite the gnawing mark it leaves on his relief.

"You uh... You do need to clean your armor, though." Probably a bit more than just the armor. "I am not hugging you again until you do," he says, scrunching his face up to the best of his ability. They only glare back at him.

—

> “Hate to cut off the reunion, but we’re just about out of time. You almost done?” <

Of course, Cayde can’t just answer him like a normal person, and instead—

> "Y'know, Crow told me you actually spoke to him. Care to- Hey! Not the horn!" <

—Taunts them.

Crow sighs. Cayde was going to complain about that the whole ride back, wasn't he?

#destiny 2 #the forsaken exile #destiny 2 crow #destiny cayde #the young wolf #wolf is fiiiillthyyyyyy. stinky dirty guardian #and we love some corruption. yeah yeah yeah yeah <3 #wolf is not having a good time and Cayde is mentally sweating once he gets back to the tower.#just. 'oh. oh no.'#bc he *remembers* eyes like those... he remembers the prison.#But hey! He can ignore the crisis for a bit yeah??#pray that the confirmation of his wellbeing ties them over n all that!#anyway yay! ao3 and tumblr getting two different sets of my dumbass rambling!#literally i have no idea how ooc this is. i think his voice is at least accurate and *sounds* like him. but there are parts #where his thought process might not be on-parr. so bare with me

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caramelmochacrow · 3 months

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IM CRYING IM BAWLING IM SOBBING (episode 12 of love live school idol punched me in the gut)

#crow talks #love live #HONOKA. KOTORI. WAHHHHHHHHHHH #they said “let's make this young boy realize that in this one part of his life he was just like honoka/kotori except he had only himself!”#AND IT WORKED.#i didn't think i would cry over love live but here i am crying. (i ramble abt how these girls hit me right in the feels)#it wasnt madoka levels (snot dripping and nonstop tears) just. tears bc of how much i understand both kotori and honoka's struggles.#i was literally kotori last year without an umi. i had to do it myself but it was too late and i never got a proper goodbye.#i was also honoka a few times. kind of. that feeling of a friend leaving you and how you feel it couldve been stopped if you simply paid--#more attention to your choices and the people around you. i understand that part too well. ive now learned to do better and pay attention--#to others and think over how my choices effect things in those around me but im still struggling. im still learning.#i dont knoww..... bushiroad just knows how to make me go 'wow i understand your struggles to a degree so concerning it makes me worried'#anyway time for me to watch ep 13 im probably not gonna cry

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wild-houseplant · 1 year

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kissu prompt for Rhodri and Zevran if you're doing them 👀 kissing the tears from their cheeks

Icemeister!!! Believe it or not I had something fitting in my WIPs folder that I've been looking to finish for a while. This little postwar oneshot delves into Zevran's PTSD, so fair warning to anyone feeling a bit unsteady today. It ends nicely, at least. :D :D :D Thank you so much for the ask!!! Let's get to it!! (more under the cut- at 1500 it's one of my shorter ones xD )

It had become surprisingly hot in the market square. Zevran huffed a breath of wry surprise as he wiped new sweat beads off his brow. When did it get hot in Denerim?

The answer, of course, was that it didn’t, and he was now turning into one of these icy Fereldans. What was next? Dog worship? A secret affinity for mud? Would he ever hear the end of it if he told Rhodri?

Oh, it didn’t bear thinking about. He pushed the notion aside and cast his eyes around for a distraction.

The square was teeming with people. In the month that had passed since the end of the Blight, it was one of the only places that had been fully repaired. Consequently, as one of the few reasonably desirable places to be, people came like iron filings to a magnet. Stalls spilled out onto the paths when there was no more space in the perimeter, and people bottlenecked as they jostled and fought their way forward in the silent manner Fereldans had.

Not that there was no noise to be had. Merchants’ shouts and petitions rang through the glut, children screamed as they played, and there was always a mabari barking about something or other.

And it was so hot. Andraste’s grace, he was sweating like a sinner in the Chantry. Heatstroke, probably; no wonder his hands were shaking. He shouldn’t have said no to that apple juice vendor. Oh, the shame of having to turn to Rhodri and ask that they go somewhere cooler.

In Denerim.

She wouldn’t tease him, though. Not when his hands were shaking.

Zevran turned to his right and she was gone. He glanced down at his hand. She always held his hand, fingers constantly massaging his-- empty.

The air went stale in his lungs. Gone?

He steadied himself with a breath and scanned the crowds for her. The people were swirling around him, spinning out in all directions. No single current of motion his eyes could train on to look for gaps, and it was so hot. Stifling.

Off to his right, a flash of orange invaded his periphery, screaming through the marketplace and setting everything it passed ablaze. Hot. Hot. Where was she…

He tried to call her name, but the air trickled uselessly through his tight throat. A shout reached his ears, and then another. ‘Run,’ they’d said, and ‘ogre,’ and he had to find her now.

Zevran strained his ears as he followed the flow of the crowd. Not Rhodri’s voice. Not that one, either. No, that one was a little too high. She was here somewhere. She needed him. The place was going up in smoke and she needed him.

He broke through the bustle, finding refuge and a viewpoint in an abandoned, muddy spot. The throngs of people were no easier to examine from a clear vantage point; why did she always wear black?

Where is she…

“Zev?”

A surge of energy tore through him strong enough to make his skin ache. Something cricked in his neck as his head snapped around to the direction of her voice. Urgent, firm, alert. Nowhere to be seen, though, obscured by the crush of people coursing around between them.

“Zev!”

He edged a furious, despairing growl out through gritted teeth.

She needs me where is she

He ducked back into the swarm and weaved his way toward the sound, habit the only thing keeping him from shoving the bovine humans in front of him.

Her face materialised in the sea of heads up ahead, a mass of blood and pulp and char.

No, it wasn't. The skin was intact, because the furrow in her brow disappeared when she saw him. Why, he couldn't imagine, and the words of self-deprecating questions drowned in the screams pealing between his ears.

Rhodri was in front of him. Or he was in front of her. Someone had closed the gap. He grabbed her arms, his shaky fingers pulling the loose sleeves back to check for other injury. There was no doubt something, but I can help, my love. Mi Rhodri. I can help, I’m not too late. My darling. Stay with me, let Alistair kill it please please please

"Dulcis." Rhodri's hands went onto his, stilling them ever so gently while she shook her sleeves back down. Wide, gentle eyes inspected him. "You're unwell. Come, my love." She released his hands to reach around and hitch him up to her. "Wrap your legs around me, hmm? Nice and tightly-- yes, like that, dulcis, bonus. Ah, perbonus."

More words came as she walked. Easy assurances, that he was with her, that things were well, that they were moving to their accommodations to get out of the bustle, all went on a loop. The repetition was soothing in its simplicity and predictability, assuaged frantic, cycling doubts of mishearings and misunderstandings.

Long, splayed fingers brushed up and down his back; relief breached the cracks in his numbness, and in the manufactured privacy of her arms, Zevran wept. Such awful noises through a kinked-off throat, too many chokes and sobs, and nowhere near enough apologies for it. Too much evidence of it all right down her front. Third time this week he’d shattered like glass over nothing.

She was going to get sick of him like this. As though there weren’t enough to make her sick of him as it was.

"Zev. Dulcis."

He anchored his fists into her robes to lift his head. It was better that he couldn't see her face through the swimming blur; he blinked anyway.

They were in their room again. Rhodri was watching him with a tenderness that risked fresh tears. It was in the eyes, mostly, but there was a tiny, warm bend in her lips as well and how had he ever seen anything but gentleness in that face?

She combed her fingers through his hair and lay them both down on the bed. "Hello."

"Forgive me," he croaked. "There was… ah…"

Thick, hard arms pulled him up in line with her face. Rhodri clucked her tongue softly and kissed away the fat tear under his eye he thought he’d blinked back.

“Corculum. No apology, hmm?” She kissed his other cheek, and then over both his eyes to catch more threatening water, breathing the same soft, unintelligible line of Tevene between each press of her mouth.

“No apology,” she said again. “These things, the memories, they happen. Thank you for letting me help. How are you feeling now?”

He nodded and pressed a tired, salty kiss on the corner of her mouth. “The worst is over, I do believe.”

"What set it off? Last time it was that guard shouting outside the tavern.” Rhodri frowned. “I don’t recall hearing anything like that this time."

"Mm. It was the heat, would you believe it. It was… stifling in the marketplace. To think at the time I appreciated the heat of those fires, no?" He chuckled weakly.

"Ah." Rhodri nodded solemnly. "Do you know, dulcis, I think we might be going about this the wrong way.”

“Oh?”

She hummed. “I've always believed that if something bad enough happens to someone, the place where it happened will be ruined for them beyond repair. And…” Rhodri shrugged. “I don’t know. I think going somewhere like the marketplace makes for unnecessary suffering for you.”

Zevran hooked one ankle around hers and dragged her leg in between his. “You think so?”

“I do. The world is so small, and we could be any number of places, finding new happiness.” She shook her head. “Why are we circling back to misery instead?”

He sighed. “It has happened in happier places, as well, for no reason.”

“Very true. It won’t completely fix things, I know, but perhaps it will make life a little easier if we minimise the bad times where we can."

Zevran gave a weak, wet chuckle. "I do not know where else you will find your peanuts than the market square."

Rhodri watched him without a hint of a smile. "In what world," she asked gravely, "does a bag of peanuts take precedence over your comfort?"

"Ah," he offered. "I had meant it as a joke, in fact."

She watched him closely, not saying a word. A year ago, he would have been saying his last prayers, and now the intent scanning was enough to coax a smile out of him.

He took one of her hands and kissed her fingertips. “Not one of my better ones, is it?”

“No.” Rhodri shook her head. “Should I do one of those polite laughs, though?”

“Mmm…” Zevran chuckled. “I think that opportunity has come and gone. So we are to move on, then? Is it time to go home to Minrathous?”

The Warden– his Warden– snuggled him into her. Her chest rumbled against his as she gave a thoughtful hum.

“We have to decide together,” she replied after a moment, “but that would be my suggestion. We’re fit enough to travel now, and our family is expecting us. And truly, I don’t think there’s anything left here for us.”

Zevran absently twiddled one of her fingers. “Was there much here for us to begin with? Contractual obligations aside, of course.”

Her bitter scoff made his eyebrows rise.

“Loved ones aside,” she said, “absolutely not. Wretched fucking place this is.”

He snickered. “Quite right, my love. Then it’s settled? Onward and outward, to our sun-kissed paradise?”

“Ah!” She grinned. “Music to my ears, dulcis.”

#Thank you again for the ask you cool cool bean!!#Rhodri Amell #(those two end up borderline loathing Ferelden by the end of the Blight Year)#Askin' games #Sorry about giving you that extra trauma that makes you go to pieces at the drop of certain hats Zevvo #I think that traumatic grief ends up being a smidge too overpowering for him to conceal properly so Zev has to #put her out of his mind often in Antiva so that the Crows don't cotton on #I swear my worldstate Zev survives on sheer will- and brainpower alone during those three years away #anyway ramble over here is one of Zevran's flashbacks playing out

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yxami · 7 months

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procrastinating my history test even tho I’m doing it at home and can cheat but I refuse to, the fact that he’s a yandere tutor probably has to do with that, anyways idk how I did this shit in one sitting,

desc: dom yandere tutor x sub gn reader, tutoring you, nsfw, library, some exhibitionism ig, idk kill me now

Tap. Tap. Tap. You looked up to Wynn bouncing his finger against your paper, clearly blank. He wanted you to take notes but your mind has been too distracted with other things to even process that you were getting tutored by him.

Right. You’re getting tutored by him because of your low grade in math. You excelled in every other subject yet when it came to numbers you were like a crow with a glass puzzle. It looks easy just from observing it but once you attempted it, it was much harder.

“Listen sweetheart, I need you to pay attention because I’m not going to sit here for another hour to look at your confused face. Start listening or else I’m leaving in 5” He used his hand to lift your chin up, emphasizing his height even if he was sat.

“Got it?”

You nodded.

“Alright, Let’s try this again” He inhaled with a long exhale, cracking his fingers before drilling some more methods in your brain until you had to understand.

You weren’t really sure why he decided to help though, he was busier than you were and might’ve cancelled a plan or two. Just to help you study? It was a little odd coming from the guy who seemed to hate your guts on some days while the others he could only tolerate you.

Wynn looks at your expression that can only be described as ‘I stopped listening a few minutes ago’, tempting him to walk out and teach you a lesson, whether that be one where you understand math or comprehend that you can’t waste his time.

He chooses the second.

“Alright, cmon” He grabs your hand, leading you somewhere without any other words, even when you ask the same questions like a confused parrot with no other things to say. “Where are we going? Wynn, where?”

“If you can’t listen with my words then I’ll make you listen with my touch” He closes the door behind him, efficiently locking it as he scoops you up and placed you on the librarian’s desk. It was her office, an empty one, something you noticed after looking around.

“We can’t be in here Wynn, the Librarian’s gonna kick us out” You sat on the desk, not daring to hop off just yet, maybe you were a little curious at to what he was planning, even if you were still confused.

“Who cares? She’s probably on her lunch break” He unbuttons your shirt, likely just for the view of how you look without it, pulling you in by the loose collar for a kiss. Strawberry chapstick is what you taste when he continued to press his lips against yours. You could hear his small intakes for breath, wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you further in.

“Wynn?” You say pushing him off, more out of breath than you expected which was embarrassing since he looked ready for another deep kiss.

“Mhm..?” He says in a low voice, fiddling with the button of your pants while looking at you. His husky yet whiny tone had you believing he’s been waiting for this moment for along time now.

“I don’t know.. um..” You sort of ramble incoherent words of confusion, you weren’t sure why you called his name, you wanted to ask what this was about but with some fear to what the answer might be… you kept quiet, letting him explore your body with his veiny hands.

You liked him, even if he was a little snappy, he was sweet at times, so if you heard him saying this was just to release tension after studying for so long you might just cry right here. It was a little sad to hope that he was doing it with some sort of feelings.

If only you knew this man was obsessed with you.

You’d likely figure it out by how he bent you over the wooden desk and hesitated to take you here. Yes, he’d prefer if you were in his bed confessing your infatuation and dedication to making him fall for you, but the growing hot situation of fucking you in such a risky place has him more excited.

“I’d be nicer with you but you haven’t been listening so” He pushed his finger inside your hole, after embarrassingly making you suck on his finger for a few moments while praising you. He manages to fit three fingers at a time, curling them inside, making you squirm against the desk, you’re forced to grasp at the end of it while trying to keep quiet.

“Keep quiet and I’ll be nicer, you can do that right baby?” He says in a low voice, massaging your ass before lining his tip at your entrance, you can feel yourself suctioning on nothing in a desperate need for him. You make a noise of agreement and he takes it as a sign that you’re ready.

As he pushed himself inside he can’t help but make a groan of pleasure. It was tight, warm too, and it was you. He might’ve been leaking pre during the study session just thinking about something like this.

He bottoms out inside you and pulls out right where his tip begins, slamming back into you with a surprised moan escaping your lips, you scramble to cover your mouth before he starts repeating the same hard hitting thrusts.

He’s on his 4th one before he starts noticing how you’re shivering already, even if he was yet to pick up the pace, he curls his arm around your stomach and pulls you up against him, making you arch against him at his will.

“Be good and suck on this okay?” He offers his fingers, this time to keep you quiet, you nod and wrap your lips around his left digits, the ones that weren’t inside of you.

He makes you stand as he pushes his cock in and out of you, you can feel your legs quiver as he fills you to the brim with his cock, you don’t know if there’s even space for a finger inside when he already has you feeling so full.

You gasp when he speeds up, leaving you with no warning as you whimper against his fingers, the sound of skin clashing has you even more focused on the situation. “How does it feel baby? Are you gonna start listening to me now?” He growls in your ear, pulling you closer to him as continues.

Wynn feels you tighten around him as he speaks, he knows you’re paying attention. Best believe he’s going to start using this as a way to make you listen.

You mewl at how embarrassing it was to be arching and bending just from his control, as if he wasn’t teaching you mathematics 10 minutes ago. You internally prayed that nobody was hearing all the sounds you were making while his cock crashed into your sensitive hole in a quicker pace than before.

You grabbed at anything in-front of you, which was the wooden desk the shook under his movement that pushed you against it. He leaned with you as you propped yourself against it once more.

“I can feel you tightening around me, you still haven’t gotten used to it? I guess I’ll have to teach you the shape of my cock too huh?” He whispers in your ear, nibbling on your earlobe as he teased you.

“I’ll fuck you dumb until you get it”

#yxami’s yam #yandere #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #male yandere #yandere imagines #pls request #yandere scenarios #gn reader #soft yandere #yandere tsundere #yandere nsft #yandere tutor #tutor yandere #yandere boy #yandere x reader #yandere x willing reader #yandere x darling #yandere dom

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haunted-headset · 7 months

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Wilbur talking about YN at a concert and YN just happened to be streaming and chat told her. Then once wilbur gets back from tour (theyre roommates) YN mentions it and wilbur gets all flustered 🤭

💬 Everybody Talks Too Much 💬

Summary: Wilbur was talking about Y/N at a concert and Y/N happened to be streaming & her chat told her. Then, once Wilbur gets back from the tour, Y/N mentions it & Wilbur gets flustered AF

A/N: guys go follow @joviepog, they're basically one of the reasons you guys get fanfics. Also, this title was based off of a song called Everybody Talks :p

pairing: CC!Wilbur x afab!musician!reader

pronouns used for reader: She/her/hers

tags: @vibestillaxxx @joviepog @ax-y10 @themonsterunderurmom @wilburstan @smolsleepykitten @funnyreally2009 @crows-death @thewheelersgaygaragelights @dykepunz @aresriiots @0miamor0 @cathers-world @defonotval @chipch0p @mazzistar16 @unmellowyellowfellow @justalittlebitofchaos @thosecolorfulsheets @vopix @taylors-version-from-the-vault @aine-lasagna @merianakross @veeislost @urfav-sapphic-siren (pls let me know if you do/don't want to be tagged!)

warnings/cw: reader & Wilbur getting flustered, swearing, mentions of whimpering audios

proofread?: *aggressively shakes head*

genre: fluff

word count: 455

"Do we have to steal Wilbur's YLYL rules again, chat?" You said to your chat with a laugh. "It seems like Wilbur's the only one who can tame you feral fuckers." You were doing a YLYL stream & your fans thought it would be a funny idea to try & send whimpering audios through MediaShare. You were not amused. Just then, a different video had been sent in. You were very prepared to pause the video or have the mods remove it, but you then saw your roommate Wilbur in the video.

"What's this?" You asked with a raised brow. You read the caption of the video, which read, "Wilbur was talking about Y/N during one of his concerts!!!!" You felt your face get hot.

In the video, Wilbur had just finished a song & he said to the crowd, "Guys, I forgot to mention, but shoutout to my roommate Y/N, because they stuck around even though I forget to pay rent half of the time & I bother her with my dumbass rambling! So, yeah, respect for my pretty hot roommate!" He said it so easily as if it were nothing. As if he didn't just call you hot.

"...interesting," you mumbled. The chat was blowing up with 'lol' messages & comments about how red your cheeks were. You didn't really care because you heard a knock at your bedroom door. You were home alone.

"Uh...come in?" you said to the knocking at the door. Wilbur then opened the door. "Wilbur?! You're back from tour?"

"Yeah," he smiled. He became Beardbur again during the tour & he looked very tired. "Sorry, I didn't tell you. I wanted to surprise you."

"Nah, it's fine," you said. "I was too busy to pick you up anyway."

"Wow," Wilbur said sarcastically, placing a hand over his heart & scoffing. "I can't believe that you would prioritize your streams over me!"

"Oh, piss off," you laughed.

"What're you doing?" Wilbur asked, looking at the webcam. He looked at the video & raised a brow.

"We're doing a YLYL stream," you said. "& my chat sent a video of you talking about me during a concert."

His usually pale face went ten shades pinker. "Th-that must've been edited or something-"

"Wilbur, it's fine, I know you're madly in love with me," you said jokingly. He laughed awkwardly.

"Oh well, I'll leave you to your weird chat," Wilbur said as he quickly got up & left the room. You waved goodbye & saw that someone had subscribed & left a message along with the sub.

"WILBUR LIKES YOU! HE SAID SO DURING THE SHOW! I JUST DIDN'T SHOW YOU THAT PART!" The message said.

"...what?" You said softly.

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unadulterated-syd · 1 year

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ethan landry x gn!reader

synopsis — a funky way of doing dating hcs

this is how i see ethan,, if u don't like it that's okay !! but this is how i'll continue to write him <3

(he's not the killer in any of my fics bc im in denial)

ethan landry, somehow the coolest guy in your eyes whilst also being the biggest loser you'd ever met.

when it came to dating him, it was a total shock. not necessarily that you'd managed to get with him, but more so that he'd had the guts to ask you out.

it started with inviting you to little hangouts, eventually managing to ask you on a real date. though he hadn't even told you it was a "date" inviting you to see a movie with you under the assumption the whole group would be there.

'i heard this movie was sooo good, dude.' you'd mentioned, walking with him as you held your ticket.

'yeah, that's why i wanted to take you..' he hummed nervously, almost fumbling at ever crack in the sidewalk.

only for him to reveal minutes into the previews that it was a date, and that no one else was showing.

'where are they, dude, always late.'

'about that...!'

nonetheless it didn't take him long to win you over, he was a loser but so were you at heart. not to mention the amount of times he'd gone on and on about random things.

rambling all night, with no clear plans for the future. it never mattered who was there, or what about, as long as he talked.

you liked his voice, and he liked yours.

'no way that'd work he'd have to have like come down and unleashed hell or something insane—'

'can you losers shut up, i can feel reddit waiting to swallow me up because of this' mindy shouted from the kitchen of sams apartment.

'shh mindy he's onto something!' you defended, rolling your hand in a gesture to continue as he let a bright smile escape.

or how at parties he wouldn't drink, because he was scared he wouldn't be able to handle it well. he didn't want to get to clingy, or whiney, he knew he'd be like a lovesick puppy.

and when you drank so much that you'd force him to slow dance inside the crowed house— to loud club music.

'y/n...' he protested, as you pressed your weight against him, hollering lyrics he couldn't be bothered to memorize.

'hush, dude, im totally dancing with my boyfriend right now.' you called loudly, over the music.

and some nights you'd sneak up his fire escape, and stay the night as you told him all about your day.

sometimes while you were over you could convince him to let you draw on his hands— as much as he complained his heart jumped whenever chad asked why he was covered in poorly drawn stars.

'my english teacher gave me a 58 on my essay today, i need you to study with me next time.' you sighed, scribbling stars on his knuckles.

'i could write it for you' he hummed, eyes trained on his phone idly, 'unless you wanted to spend time together—'

and when he could be, he was wrapped in your arms. he never really liked to explain himself, and you never asked.

and when he'd drunkily told you it was because you made him feel safe, he was in your arms even when he couldn't be— at work, in class, anywhere. because you wanted him to be safe.

'you don't think im a loser do ya' he slurred, the crown of his head pressed into your collarbone, as he looked up at you.

'no, pretty, i don't' you whispered, your eyes trained forward, watching as chad drunkily took his turn of some dumb guess who game.

'thanks.' he grinned, not looking away from you, 'your like— like a knight or something. keepin me safe..'

'yeah, okay princess.' you teased.

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tags -> none !

send an ask to be added to the taglist + hes not in my character list bc im lazy but send in for him anyway :))

#ethan landry x y/n #ethan landry x male reader #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry #ethan landry hcs #scream 6 #scream vi #scream

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that-foul-legacy-lover · 10 months

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Foul Legacy with a Nekomata Reader HCs

Foul Legacy Childe x Reader Genre: Fluff Pronouns: Gender Neutral (no pronouns mentioned) Warnings: Small mentions of claws and teeth, loneliness, gets really rambly, you start as a literal cat

Nekomata are a type of Japanese yokai, often portrayed as an ordinary cat that lived long enough to gain a humanoid form and another tail

~ * ~ -MEOW -Okay anyways -As a Nekomata, you started life as a regular cat! Not a housecat, though- you had a grand time living in the mountains of Inazuma, near a village inhabited by Tengu -You would often wander into the village to steal feathers and bits of food, occasionally keeping the children company in exchange for treats, but you never stayed. Cats and crows don’t get along -Yes, it was lonely, but much of Inazuma is. You were used to it- besides, you were just a cat, not quite a yokai yet. You could think about sad concepts such as loneliness later, when you had a human form -One day, when you were chasing dry leaves caught on the wind, you heard the sound of footsteps approaching you, which normally wouldn’t be unusual but your keen ears could hear that these clearly were not Tengu footsteps (Tengu normally wear geta sandals) -Curiously you go to investigate this newcomer, inching under some bushes so you can observe without being spotted, and when you peer through the leaves you see a giant, sparkly beast of some sort -And oh, how magnificent this beast is! You see a ruff of lilac fur around its shoulders and a gorgeous glittering cape flowing to the ground, looking almost like a set of wings -You would like to curl up in that fluff, and get fur all over that cape. Preferably all at once -Foul Legacy certainly wasn’t expecting to hear a little meow by his feet, a soft-looking cat peering up at him innocently, like it’s completely normal to see an Abyss monster in the mountains, and he chirps in surprise -You’re so small compared to him, Legacy’s scared he’ll accidentally hurt you if he tries to pick you up- yet you don’t seem to care, simply hopping into his lap and curling up with a contented purr -And thus begins your travels with the strange sparkly creature you found. He’s yours now- you bumped your head against his talons and everything! -Foul Legacy finds comfort in your constant presence, the knowledge that he’ll have someone to wake up to bringing peace to his star-speckled heart. He lives a long time, and has been alone for most of those years, so he cherishes the fact that he can always feel you draped over his shoulders as he traverses Inazuma -Your favorite place to curl up is definitely in his light purple fluff, it’s just so soft and warm! Or having him hold you in his palms, kneading at his night-colored armor… your third favorite place to sleep is in any box you happen to come across, and often Foul Legacy will watch your small self with envy, wishing there was a box that could accommodate his size -Although… you do have a very long lifespan compared to ordinary cats… is his Abyssal corruption affecting you somehow? -No, he eventually discovers- it’s because you’re a Nekomata! And on your 100th year, with a little puff of smoke, you suddenly gain another tail and a human form -Not entirely human, though. You retain your ears, tails, and paw pads no matter what (technically you could get rid of them, but you like them and Foul Legacy likes them, so you won’t) -You can also talk now, with full sentences and everything!! Traveling with Legacy has left you with a good grasp on his growly, trilling language, and anyone else listening to you and him speak would be very confused, your human words mixing with his chirps and coos into something akin to a song -Even in your human form, you’ll often hang off of his shoulders, tails waving happily behind you as you ramble on about a butterfly you saw the other day, or the pretty feathers of a bird, or just humming and nuzzling your nose into his fur -Foul Legacy has tried to catch your tails with his hands before. He succeeded once, and you immediately retaliated by chasing his cape -Your natural agility comes in handy when navigating the islands of Inazuma, often leaping over rocks and trees to scout ahead and report back to your big floaty moth friend, telling him which paths to take to avoid the most trouble -Although, if you ever do get into fights, both of you are very proficient in your own ways! Foul Legacy has deep knowledge of Abyssal arts, and you have your sharp teeth and claws!! -At night he’ll often hold you in his lap, the back of your head pressed against your chest as you point out constellations and tell him the stories you overheard the Tengu reciting during festivals, and he, in turn, shows you his own constellation, as every Abyss creature has one -Speaking of traveling, there’s one place you absolutely hate, and that is the beach. The saltwater makes your skin and fur tacky, the sand gets in between your paw pads, and the unagi are always just out of reach!! It’s infuriating, and whenever you cross a beach Foul Legacy will kindly carry you instead -Inazuma also has a lot of sakura trees, which you used to hold in your little mouth and bring back for him, happily trotting to drop a flower in his hair. But now you can both put flowers in each other’s hair, and often you’ll have one behind your ear while Legacy has one behind one of his crimson horns -You can still shift back into your cat form, and sometimes you actually prefer that. Some days you really just want to be small and tucked away in Foul Legacy’s fluff, snoozing and ignoring the rest of the world, only needing to wake up to bat at his claws playfully when he gives you scritches. Honestly, he wishes he could join you- just become small and curl up somewhere to rest for a day -When he purrs, you purr, and vice versa. The language you both speak is purrs, and it’s very easy to kickstart some happy rumbles as long as you’re near each other. You’ll be scratching under his chin, then he’ll start brushing your ears, and so on and so forth until you’re both snuggled together and purring away -Foul Legacy does wonder if you’re happy with him. Yokai also live for a long time, and you’ve only just gained a human form- wouldn’t you have more fun living in the city, discovering new things, and being safe and at ease? When you’re traveling with him, there’s no guarantee that you’ll always come out unscathed, and he worries heavily about you, so fragile and small compared to him -You had visited the Grand Narukami Shrine a while back, curious to see how humans worshiped their gods. While there, the Kitsune Guuji, Yae Miko, approached you, offering to teach you how to integrate into human society. She already taught another of your kind, a Nekomata named Kirara, what’s one more? -But you had declined, thanking her with a smile. Yes, you didn’t know much about humans or how they lived, but you also didn’t know much about Teyvat as a world. Traveling with Foul Legacy would allow you to discover wonderful, magical things, things you never thought possible when you lived in the mountains. You didn’t need to live with humans- although you would be polite and friendly if you ever saw them- because you felt right at home whenever you were up and moving across nations -And Foul Legacy is your favorite, plain and simple. You like him more than any monster, human, or yokai, the thought of leaving his side never once crossing your mind. You’re his Nekomata, just like he’s your Abyssal beast, and that would never, ever change

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megantrancyfanfics · 1 year

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Hold you close | Sanemi Shinazugawa x reader fluff

Oh how this boy hates to see you cry💔

Warnings: mentions rengoku’s death

Credit to the person who drew this it’s cute 💜

Also, gender of the reader is not mentioned.

Enjoy 💜

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The day was cold, the sky wept with everyone as the news that the flame hashira, Kyojuro Rengoku had passed. The sound of the rain bouncing off the butterfly estate, and the sobs of mitsuri filled the area. A few sniffles were able to be heard, but you couldn’t focus on anything.

The first hashira you met after becoming Mitsuri’s tsugoku, your best friend, gone..just like that?

Your mind started to flip like a book, each page flipping to show snippets of your favorite memories with the 3 of you hanging out. His pretty smile, and laugh that could brighten up a whole room, you could hear it vividly as if he was right beside you.

You felt a warm hand land on your shoulder, snapping you out of your dazed expression.

“Shinazugawa..” you mumbled.

The man didn’t say a word, his usual grumpy face just slightly softer than normal. A quick head tilt was his way of telling you to follow him.

Before you could process what exactly you were doing, you were at his place.

“If you stood in that rain any longer you would have caught a cold.” He said sitting down, his eyes focused on the floor for a second before meeting your expressionless face. “How are you doing?”

Your eyes widened before meeting his. The Sanemi Shinazugawa was worried about you.

“Huh? Oh I’m fine. I didn’t know him that much anyway..” you said faking a soft smile.

“L/n.”

“I feel bad for mitsuri though, she’s taking the news horribly”

“L/n.”

“If this is how badly she’s taking the news she’s gonna be a wreck for the fu-”

“L/n!” Sanemi said getting off the couch, placing both of his hands on your shoulders to make you stop rambling.

“You’re not fooling me. I know you’re hurt to. You spent a lot of time with him.”

Your eyes started to fill with tears, as your chin started to quiver. You bit your lip and adverted your gaze, begging to whoever is above to not let you cry in front of the wind hashira.

“…I know I yell at you about being strong all the time..but you don’t have to be strong in this situation. You’re allowed to scream and cry and hate everything. You need to grieve and not shove this inside.”

“Im fine..plus the crow is just old and dumb rengoku is fine, in a few days he’ll be walking back he’ll tell mitsuri and I all about his mission. Even when he’s all bruised up and exhausted he always bounces back. He always does.”

“Not this time l/n. He’s gone.”

..Finally, everything hit you. The numbness subsided, and all of your pain, and frustration hit you. The tears came rolling down your cheeks. You sobbed.

Your face became red as you apologized profusely for being week in front of Sanemi.

And that broke his heart. Seeing the way you’re crying over your friend, yet still worrying about being strong made him feel so small and weak, he hated it. He adverted his eyes, and simply placed his hand on the back of your head and pushed your face into his chest.

“There, now you don’t have to worry about me seeing you being weak.” He mumbled, lightly tracing your back with his fingers as a calming technique.

“I..happen to not be finding you weak right now..just so you know.”

“You dont..?” You sniffled out, turning your head to the side, the sound of his heartbeat thumped in your left ear.

“Nah. In fact I think right now you’re being really strong, Stronger than me honestly. But don’t let that get to your head this is a one time thing no one is stronger than I!” He said lightly hitting the spot on your head his hand had been resting on.

“Ow..that’s mean.”

“Yeah whatever. But you being able to show emotion during this fucked up time makes you really strong. But you still need help in the muscle department.”

You giggled as you sniffled again, trying to calm down from the wave of emotions that consumed you.

A silence consumed the room, sanemi was starting to fear that it was awkward for you.

“Hey..”

“Hm..?” You asked looking up at him.

Sanemi took his thumb and wiped your tears. ‘Better’ he though.

“So umm…do you want some Ohagi?”

“Yeah.. *sniffle* I would like that a lot.”

For the first time in a while, sanemi smiled. This fiery white haired man’s heart fluttered. He hated that right now you were hurting, but this man loved that he was getting able to be so close to you.

He hopes to be the only one to hold you close to him, and be the only one to wipe your tears.

#oneshot #demon slayer self insert #demon slayer #kny hashira #x reader oneshot #sanemi drabble #sanemi x reader #sanemi shinazugawa #kimetsu no yaiba sanemi #sanemi fluff #kny sanemi #demon slayer sanemi #kny fluff #kny fandom #sanemi x you #gender neutral y/n #fluff #fluff oneshot

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hallowsden · 1 year

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FINALLY DREW SCAREBEAST (Well- a rough sketch anyways) XD

I tried tbh but ye, this is how I imagined Scarebeast for my version of Jonathan! I Drew Jonny boy and Danny as a height ref (Though, I accidentally drew Danny shorter than he should be-)

Some quick note rambles.

Danny's gonna be the shortest in the family till he hits 18 where he gets a late growth spurt bringing him up to Jonny boy's height. Fentons have late growth spurts while the Keeny family tends to have their growth spurt early on.

For Jonathan, transforming into the Scarebeast had always been painful. But the longer he remains in contact with Danny especially, the transformation becomes painless due to the ambient ectoplasm the kid generates turning Jonny liminal (Not to the extent of any other Amity Parkers or Jazz (who has the highest liminal level-) but it would take a while- even with Danny being around. Jack and Maddie have grown immune to ambient ectoplasm- doesn't help they have Hazzmat suits on all the time which stopped them from being as exposed-)

Jonny in Scarebeast mode can release its own strain of Fear Toxin. A sort of mix between all the versions Jonathan made of the toxin over the years that he's been exposed to personally (which is all of them- part of the reason why he managed to develop Scarebeast by accident). Not particularly the strongest but its effects can last a lot longer and even when given the antidote, it lingers from a week to even a month.

Jonny cannot fly as Scarebeast. He does like being up in tall places and would climb there, though.

DO NOT LET SCAREBEAST MEET MAN-BAT, IT WILL NOT GO WELL FOR ANYONE. Same goes for Goliath the Dragon Bat or, some of the Clayfaces, and, unsurprisingly by all means, Joker. Get's hostile if Ra's Al Ghul is near but won't outright attack. Scarebeast does get along with Killer Croc though despite not being part of his murder. Scarebeast is rather wary of Bane, Ivy and Mr. Freeze, though.

Scarebeast is very affectionate to the members of its murder when it thinks there is no danger. Might as well be an overgrown cat with mothering tendencies even when it's a crow. Will play fight with Danny when he's in ghost form. This applies to Ellie as well. It will try to fight Jazz when especially bored but doesn't go too hard due to sensing her being human- even if she's liminal.

Likes to lay on top of its murder members, especially Edward. ["I love you Jon but GET OFF MY FACE!" "Krrrrrrrr" "... Guess this is my life now."] Will gift its fallen feathers to them as well.

Some of the hideouts and bases Jonathan has included a huge straw nest somewhere for when he's Scarebeast.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #Jonathan Crane #scarecrow dc #Scarebeast #Uncle Scarecrow AU #my art #rambles #Not tired for once XD #Scarebeast Headcanons #Headcanons #Been drawing a lot lately #Have a few more to post

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relatableblorbopoll · 5 months

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Round 1 of preliminaries, group 6

The first two places get a place on the bracket

Little reminder: there will be 2 more rounds of preliminaries, the losing blorbos of this poll still have 2 chances of getting in the official bracket

propaganda under the cut

Jesper Fahey (Six of Crows)

No Propaganda

Crowley (Good Omens)

"He's gender. He's been in love with one guy for literally 6000 years and then royally fucks up his entire confession. He yells at his plants. He drapes himself over every fucking surface he sits on. He walks like *that*. He just fuckin makes sounds sometimes. He's me fr."

Dave Strider (Homestuck)

"everything that can be said about Dave's relatability will probably sound redundant, clichéd, or overdone if you are at all familiar with tumblrs sort of blorbo culture. this is exactly why he should be in this tournament.

stop me if you think that you've heard this one before: he hides his genuine emotions behind a persona, deflects sincerity with jokes, but also has a deep desire for validation and connection, so that his persona has many cracks where little bits of his true self slip through. deeply insecure, compares himself to others. a defeatist streak, avoids responsibility. does not wish to be troubled by The Horrors. he just wants to hang out and do his lil creative hobbies (making music and drawing comics). talks a lot to the point of being pretty awkward, rambling, and accidentally saying stuff he shouldnt.

all these things I think tend to resonate deeply with a lot of people, especially on Tumblr - that "person who is insecure and struggles with emotional openness so copes by making jokes" sort of trope, it's just like kin bait (affectionate). he also has a complicated relationship with gender which I know many find relatable (shout out to the "Dave homestuck was my trans awakening" homies) but whether it's about figuring out gender or sexuality or trauma or the apocalypse or anything else, Dave comes at it with an initial, learned, fear and reluctance that I think a lot of people have experienced, because it's very human and very much a part of many readers experiences (we live in a society). but he's always good, and likeable and that makes for a very important sort of relatable character. very comforting. even if he's a mess and he's an idiot you can believe he can get to something better, and you can watch him develop and grow.

also, I think he's extremely relatable because he never really knows what's going on in the comic either. I mean, that's gonna be relatable to most people Vis a vis homestuck. he's confused and he just wants to vibe and make his friends laugh. WHO AMONG US cannot relate?? I do not believe you if you say no.

I wrote too much and got way too weird about it. I'm sorry it's late I'd edit down but I really don't have the brain capacity.. which is very Dave core of me actually"

Junior (Total Drama Presents: The Ridonculous Race)

"i relate to him a lot because his whole character is being embarrassed of his dad who tries too hard to be cool, but still loves him anyways. that is literally me"

Kim Dokja (Omnicient Reader's Viewpoint)

"kim dokja. oh kim dokja. so, without going into spoilers too much, kim dokja is very much a character you are expected to relate to and it makes the novel DEVASTATING. here's just a few things about him: - he is obsessed with a particular piece of media, and finds comfort in it when real life doesn't give him any. he's constantly thinking about it and defending it and trying to recommend it to other people (even though no one else bothers reading it, because it is an objectively bad 3000-chapter webnovel). even beyond that one novel, he's been using fiction as an escape for just about his entire life, something that rings true for a lot of people, especially in the modern world. - he struggles with socializing with other people. the first chapter alone gave me so much second hand embarrassment. it's so real but god it's So bad. he has zero friends and has that sort of loneliness where you're miserable but you can't really bring yourself to feel anything but resigned to it. in general he is just very Resigned to his unfortunate life and can't fully understand or accept it when it finally does get better - he has a complicated relationship with his mother. it's the kind of relationship where the parent genuinely does love their child, but they fail to give them what they need & have to accept that they hurt their kid and that they cannot be the most important person in their life. it's certainly not a universal experience but those sorts of parent-child relationships are woefully common but scarcely acknowledged -the insecurity. god there is so much insecurity in that man. it's hard to even completely tell it's there at first, because it's so ingrained in how he thinks that you don't question it until you know more about his character and suddenly it's all too apparent. he cannot believe that he can be loved (or, if that he can be, that they certainly would not be able to love all of him, only what he chooses to show them), and is selfless but like. the literal meaning of the word, where he will throw away all of his being for the people he loves. in general there is a lot of sacrifice as a love language which like. while i'm not off around throwing myself in front of magic death beams for people or anything i sure would give up everything i could if it meant helping the people i love - ok enough of that. here's some funny things i can relate to. the guy meets his favorite fictional blorbo and instead of worshipping him instead he bullies him constantly and internally complains about how unbearable he is both in the book and in real life. it's like a "i love my blorbo. i would not last 2 seconds in a room with him." You know. he gets so caught up in his fanon characterizations and biases about characters that he completely mischaracterizes them like constantly. he literally kills a guy half because he was his least favorite character. -this is a poll about blorbo relatability. therefore i must mention that kim dokja too related to his blorbo (or at least attempted to) and what is more relatable than that. anyways. kdj made me realize far too much about myself and is by far the most i have ever related to a character (and i Hate it). and tumblr would definitely relate to him too so :thumbs-up:"

"(SPOILERS) He is literally all of us. Reader. Just some guy. And then insane tragic backstory. But he’s also just some guy. He’s special and also just a guy. He’s also god. He can be shipped w anyone. He has versatility and interests and motivations. He also never tells anyone anything ever. He is so me."

"He reads a trashy, long-ass novel as a coping mechanism and doesn't think he's capable of being loved. Bro dissociates when he's emoting too much."

"I'm a homestuck fan, a Dave Strider fan even Never heard of Omnicient Reader's before Voted for the kim fellow because judging by the propaganda it looks like he himself would be a homestuck reader therefore making him more relatable than the homsetuck character himself"

"This guy’s been my companion since I was 11, I’ve grown up with Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint and I think that’s pretty funny since he grew up with Ways of Survival (the 3149 chapter novel) and therefore I’m straight up mirroring him. I, too, scare everyone off by being too enthusiastic whenever the webnovel is brought up! His insecurities are severe but I do see myself in some parts of him (which is worrying but whatever.) He is absolutely The Guy Ever. Utterly pathetic wet cat of a man. I love him. He represents the crazy fandom tumblrina in all of us."

Donutella (Tokidoki)

"she's made of donuts basically like me at this point"

#tumblr tournament #tumblr polls #character bracket #character tournament #preliminaries #jesper fahey #six of crows #crowley #good omens #dave strider #homestuck #junior total drama #total drama #the ridonculous race #kim dokja #omniscient reader's viewpoint #donutella #tokidoki

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miasmaghoul · 1 year

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treat for the braincell: dew absolutely desperate for aether. so pent up that as soon as aether pushes in dew cums >:)

Crow, you give me such wonderful treats. I'm sorry I sent the brain cell back filled with piss. ♡

(This is a lie.)

Anyway - HAPPY TRANSGHOUL TUESDAY!

Dewdrop huffs as he stares out the common room window.

"You keep doing that and your lungs are gonna collapse," Swiss comments from his reclined spot on the couch. "And quit pacing, you're gonna put a hole in the rug." Dew scowls over his shoulder.

"They were supposed to be back an hour ago," he gripes. "What the fuck is taking so long?" Swiss gives a snort.

"It's been two weeks, and now you're getting impatient?"

"Fuck off," Dew mutters, slouching and staring once again at the wide, gravelled path that connects the abbey to the rest of the world. "I'm allowed to be impatient."

A beat of silence follows, something behind him shifts, and a moment later comforting arms wrap around his waist. Swiss rests his chin on Dew's shoulder and Dew doesn't try to shrug him off.

"You really miss him, huh?" Dew huffs again.

"Yeah," he lets himself admit, almost too soft to be heard. "Yeah, I really fuckin' do."

He can't help it. He hasn't been away from Aether this long since he was first summoned. It's making him feel off balance. Itchy. He's done his best to remain nonchalant about the ache his absence carves into his chest, to push it aside and carry on with life as usual. But when Aether had finally texted him that their plane had landed, any attempts at hiding his restlessness had flown right out the window. So here he stands. Waiting.

Swiss gives him a reassuring squeeze.

"Don't worry too much, Sparky. They'll be back before you know it."

Dew tries not to grumble his frustration. The pressure of Swiss at his back is soothing, in a way. His steady grip keeps Dew's feet on the ground even as his mind wanders.

Aether and Cumulus were the only ones taken along for this particular press tour, chosen via the ancient ritual of Copia pulling names out of his mitre. Everyone else remained behind, and yet somehow Dew still felt...lonely, if he had to put a word to it. Like something was missing.

Sure, Mountain is great to sleep next to, but he's missing Aether's softness. Sure, Swiss can fuck him within an inch of his life, but he's missing Aether's gentle touch and calming presence. Sure, Rain can get him on his knees without fail, but he's missing Aether's specific brand of dominance. Dew loves all his ghouls, to be sure, but Aether is the only one who gets to hear him say it.

They've texted every day, stilted conversations that had Dew twitching every time his phone buzzed. Some nights Aether called him, rambling on in that soothing voice about the events of the previous day - about press junkets and the occasional acoustic performance, about Copia's continual inability to give a decent interview, about anything and everything Aether could possibly want to talk about. Dew would put him on speaker and simply...listen. If he closed his eyes and hugged a pillow just so, he could almost pretend Aether wasn't on a different continent.

The time difference was miserable in a lot of ways, but mainly because by the time Aether was done for the day it was the dead of night at the abbey. They'd tried to make time for one another beyond simple conversation - Dew had made it all of a day and a half before demanding a dick pic - but they'd only managed it once. A single too-hurried facetime call at 4am a week ago, not nearly enough to satisfy Dew's unmatched need for the other ghoul. For the past two weeks, no matter who or how often he fucked, all he wanted was Aether.

Dew offers a soft whine of protest when Swiss's arms slip from his waist, eyes cracking open. He hadn't realized he'd closed them. The other ghoul chuckles.

"Quit complaining, spitfire." He gives Dew a quick peck on the cheek, gesturing at the window. "Look."

Dewdrop does, and every bit of fire in him flares to life. Rumbling down the road is a familiar black van, dust kicking up behind it on the way to the abbey's doors. That hollow ache in his chest goes searing hot instead, and before Swiss can get another word out Dew bolts for the hallway. His bootfalls and Swiss's rasping laughter echo off the stone walls, but all Dew can hear is the rush of his own blood. He makes it to the main entrance in record time, shoving the massive double doors open with a grunt.

Dew's eyes fall on a broad back and mussed black hair immediately, ragged breaths catching in his suddenly dry throat. Aether is facing the van, organizing luggage, while Cumulus and Copia look through some paperwork. Dew's body wants to move, to fling itself against Aether's familiar form and never let go. If they were alone, he would. As it is, his mind forces him to resist. Dew rubs sweaty palms on his jeans and schools his face into something calm as he heads outside, hunting for some appropriately bitchy words to throw Aether's way.

That plan lasts all of three seconds, right up until Aether unexpectedly turns to set down a suitcase and catches sight of the little ghoul. Their eyes lock, and everything else seems to fade. Dew freezes mid-step under the weight of his gaze, the unpleasant ache in his chest melting into something much more familiar. Something hot and urgent that has his already uneven pulse going thready.

Dew doesn't see Aether move, doesn't hear his footfalls, but he's suddenly wrapped tight in strong arms and surrounded by the heady scent of ozone and menthol. Surrounded by Aether.

"Fuck, it's good to see you, Dew." Aether's voice is like a soothing balm, and every bit of Dew's composure disintegrates.

"Aeth," he whispers into the other ghoul's wrinkled shirt. Aether's embrace is crushing, and as Dew wraps his own skinny arms around Aether's waist he finds himself wishing he could sink right into his skin. "Aeth." Fuck, is he crying? That feels pathetic. Aether presses a kiss into his hair and Dew shivers.

"Hey, baby boy," he breathes, the words soft enough for only Dew to hear. He appreciates it. "I missed you." Aether straightens up and Dew whimpers. Aether makes a gentle shushing sound. "Look at me, let me see you."

Dew reluctantly pulls back from the comfort of Aether's chest with a small noise of discontent, blinking through a haze of something that was definitely not tears. When it clears, he finds Aether looking at him with an intensity he's never seen before. It makes his stomach go red hot and his knees turn to jelly. The smile that splits Aether's face is nothing short of adoring.

"There's my firefly."

Dew swears the world tilts when Aether kisses him. Every last bit of anxiety and frustration he'd been filled with in the common room vanishes, replaced by a flood of something he can't quite name. It's warm and familiar, radiating out from Dew's lips and filling his skull. It makes him feel...complete. He thinks he could bask in this forever.

But then Aether licks at his lip, and the wave of immediate arousal that crashes through him has Dew's closed eyes crossing. He opens up immediately, and the moment Aether's tongue meets his own Dewdrop's cunt throbs to hard he grunts. The arms around him tighten as Aether swallows down the noise, and it serves to press Dew's thigh directly into his crotch. Aether gasps into his mouth, shifts his hips and - oh fuck he's so hard.

Dew breaks the kiss with great effort and greater need, panting and glassy eyed. Aether's face is flushed dark, pupils blown, and Dew is hit with the most vibrant flash of that handsome face between his legs. He knees buckle with how tightly he clenches his thighs, and Dew can feel an embarrassing amount of slick soak into his boxers. Aether's nostrils flare and Dew thinks if he has to go five more minutes without Aether inside him he'll fall to ashes.

Dew slips a hand to the front of Aether's jeans and the pain on his face is staggering. It throbs against his fingers, and before he can say another word Aether's hands are at the backs of his thighs, hauling him up. Dew lets out a surprised chirp, hooking his legs around Aether's waist and arms around his neck. Aether hold him so tightly that the seam of Dew's jeans presses against his suddenly aching clit and he can't keep himself from grinding into Aether's belly. It rips a groan from both of them, and when Aether starts speedwalking back to the dorms the motion only makes things worse. He's breathless in less than a minute, flushed face buried in the crook of Aether's neck and shoulder.

"I can feel how hot you are," Aether coos, fingers digging into Dew's already quivering thighs. "You're gonna get my shirt wet if you aren't careful."

He has no business sounding so put together when Dew feels like he's about to fall apart. He can't find the words he wants to spit back, choosing instead to mouth at the other ghoul's stubbled jaw. The scratch of it against his lips is intoxicating.

"Aeth," he whines, hips twitching, "hurry."

The moan Aether lets out then is, in a word, wrecked. He picks up the pace, and by the time they're barreling into Aether's bedroom Dew is drooling down his throat, soaking the collar of his shirt. He's never felt so thoroughly out of his mind, not even in his heat. His skin is electric and there's magma in his veins. Aether kicks the door shut behind them and slams Dew into it, crashing their mouths together and gripping the little ghoul's hips.

Dew's hands shake as they thread into Aether's thick hair, moaning into the mess of teeth and tongues that could only technically be called a kiss. Two weeks of pent up emotions and raw, primal need tear through the pair of them, reflected in filthy noises and groping hands. One of Aether's slips up his shirt, thumbs over a nipple, and Dew's whole body goes taut. He paws at Aether's chest, head thudding against the door as he struggles to breathe.

"S-stop, Aeth you -" Dew gives a reedy cry when Aether tugs one of his rings, back arching. "Gonna cum if you don't." The other ghoul makes a gut-punched sound.

"Then cum, sweetheart," Aether pants, "I need to see you cum more than you know." His other thumb dips beneath Dew's waistband. It's so rough against the soft skin there, too much and not enough. Dew gives a vehement shake of his head.

"Not - fuck - not like this, please Aeth," Dew pleads, fixing the other ghoul with hooded, unfocused eyes. "Inside, need it in me, I need it, I -"

Aether cuts him off with another kiss and Dewdrop is certain he's losing his fucking mind. It's like every thing is brand new but somehow familiar, a dizzying combination that has his stomach clenching. Aether moves quickly, crossing to the bed and peeling the little ghoul off of him.

"Baby boy, I needed to be inside you a week ago."

Dew's head swims when Aether pulls away just enough to unzip, freeing his fat, flushed cock from the confines of his jeans. He gives a single slow stroke, milks out a pearly bead of pre. Dew yearns to taste it, to have Aether overwhelming every one of his senses, but before he can get a word out the other ghoul grips his waistband and yanks him to the edge of the bed. Aether makes quick work of his belt and button fly, tugging his jeans and underwear down to his thighs. The scent of his slick fills the air, warm spice and sea salt, and Dew chokes on his tongue when Aether drags two thick fingers through his silky folds.

"Fuck, you're soaked." The reverence in the words has Dew's cheeks heating, and the sight of Aether smearing his slick over his cock makes his stiff, shiny clit throb.

"Aether-"

"I know."

With that Aether grips his skinny waist and moves Dew to his knees and elbows, worshipful hands stroking over his shirt and coming to rest at his hips. Dew feels the broad head prod at his entrance, and the desperation overwhelms him entirely.

"Put it in, do it - c'mon, you - gimme it, gimme your dick, make me -ahh!"

Dew's words melt into a high, feminine moan as Aether shoves the head in...and doesn't stop. Dew's eyes slam shut, his fists white knuckled in soft sheets. Aether makes the most woefully stunned noise, one that has Dew's toes curling as he sinks deeper and deeper and -

Aether bottoms out, hips flush against his ass, and Dew's orgasm hits him like a fucking bus, hot shocks of pleasure rocketing up his spine and slick spilling out around Aether's cock slotted so perfectly inside him. Like a missing piece of something deep him has been returned to its rightful home.

Then Aether moves, and the drag of the flared head over his still-clenching walls has Dew wailing. Aether's pace is perfectly brutal, driving Dew headlong towards a second release before the first has even faded. He yips with every forceful thrust, drooling into the sheets below. Aether shifts suddenly, leaning down to hook an arm under Dew's hips, and the new angle forces tears to his eyes. Aether leans down when the first one falls, kissing it away and licking at the shell of his ear for good measure.

"Tell me if it's too much," Aether pants into his ear, "otherwise I'm not stopping."

Two fingers stroke the short, hard length of his clit and Dewdrop screams.

"Never fucking stop."

#miasma's work #the band ghost ficlets #dewdrop ghoul #aether ghoul #swiss ghoul #aether/dewdrop #transghoul tuesday #transmasc dewdrop #this is so fucking LONG #2k ficlet lmao

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hearts4juzi · 4 months

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Hai :3 do u have any wacky wild michael hcs

oh do i!

both adult and teen. loser has been on my mind again.

He gets super fucking cold for no reason and blamed it on ghosts until after fnaf 6 where he brought it up as a joke and the ghost kids were like "...none of us did that" and now he's convinced theres a whole extra ghost after him. (it was cc he didnt mean to initially but cassidy thought it was funny)

He talked to the animatronics all the fuckin time. like he just. chatted with them. especially the fnaf 2 ones. charlie had to sit there and watch him talk to actual robots thinking they were kids. they werent and she told him that in fnaf 6 because she found it so fucking funny

clumsy as HELL i know that man was banging his knee in the SL vents and swearing under his breath

teen mike was also clumsy. probably split his lip on concrete all the time as a kid.

he was also the kinda kid to say "nah, check this out!!" and wake up in the hospital

this is a gross one but. he dealt with bugs a lot post scoop (especially. flies. and what comes with them. iykyk). he'd come into work on mondays smelling like a can of bug repellant. you wont believe what he showers with instead of water.

He was williams least favorite but they had a weird relationship between him moving out and elizabeths death. like some days william despised him and michael just wanted to blow them both up with his mind and some days he comes home like "Hey mike whats up want some pizza for dinner tonight?" and michaels like "fuck yeah why not."

he's henrys favorite afton as a teen and he knows it. and he uses it. Henry fuckin loved that kid he had the man wrapped around his finger. William also notices it and he gets mad at henry over it.

in relation to that, henry was really gentle with michael which was. not helpful im sorry 😭

mike sleeps pretty casually. hes not a light sleeper but not a deep sleeper. unless hes tired. if he hasnt been getting enough sleep youll know because he sleeps like a ROCK.

he fucking loves italian food. for no reason. he just does

he unironically eats beans on toast. He tried it as a joke and then just. never stopped.

he still has his foxy mask it just doesnt fit him. he tries it on again and it hurts his head

cannot afford to go out to eat often and GOD does he complain about it. he is SO FUCKING LOUD when he complains about it. he wants his takeout man

Loves animals but they hate him. A crow tried to take a bite out of him post scoop once nad he had to fight for his life. bro saw his family for a moment there

he is so polite most of the time but if you talk to him after his shift he'll fuck you up. rudest bitch on the block and he was an asshole teen so he knows how to run his mouth

he plays solitaire.

does not know about the context but whenever hes depressed he says "tomorrow is another day" because time moves on anyways!!!! also idk i think its neat

he ate shit in the middle of his shift once and bashed his face on one of the counters and his coworker found the blood the next day and managed to start a rumor that someone died there until michael came in to work with his face bandaged up.

these are so rambly but funny so im gonna keep going

skateboards <3 totally tried to show off and ate shit until william told him if he went to the hospital again he'd take the skateboard. he still ate shit. just hid it better.

taught evan to do a lot. If he didnt feel like bullying him (for an array of reasons, but the biggest is just. boredom. or loneliness. or a mix) he'd teach him something just because he could. skipping rocks, flying a kite. michael doesnt remember it very well but evan does

cassidy kicked him in the knee so hard he was limping for an hour and so he found the golden freddy suit and kicked it too at one point. she didnt feel it tho. and jumpscared him out of spite.

he loves dogs and once brought evan to see one because his friends were busy and he hates being alone and the dog bit the shit out of evan. foreshadowing.

oh yeah i totally think he gets lonely btw. do not leave that guy alone he will get very sad and pathetic!!!

im capping myself here because jesus christ.

#me: ive been losing interest in michael #also me: SO ABOUT MICHAEL.#tzu rambles #tzu asks #headcanons

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l3o-lion · 4 months

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Crows... They look like old men who also act energetic kids. I will never get over how big and fluffy and fun crows are.

Today one was brave enough to get pretty close to me on the ground, only like 1-2 meters away. Of course the ones that know me well also swoop past me close beside or over my head, I've heard of them doing that to people they dislike but this feels far more like a playful behaviour or a greeting, announcing their presence so I know that they're there.

Today i fed at least three crows, but im pretty sure there were four or more in total.

The one that's easiest to recognise is of course the Captain, also called Cap or Captain Crow, due to him missing one foot. Im sure I've said this before but he got the name because of Captain Hook. I've known him for at least over a year, but it might've been two years or more at this point since I started feeding crows before I started feeding pigeons and I know i had my one year anniversary of feeding pigeons this summer. He is a sweetheart, doesn't move around that much due to only having one foot to put his weight on. It is always a joy when he swoops right past my head and lands on a branch nearby, waiting for me to throw out some peanuts to him.

The second crow was a big one, extra fluffy and extra brave, I wouldn't be surprised if we've known each other for a long time now and im just not particularly good at recognising him. Some of the feathers on his head were a bit wet which only added to his scruffy and fluffy look. He was almost more comfortable and chill with me moving about than the pigeons were. As i was on my way home he swooped over my head and landed on a branch in front of me. I think i might be able to befriend him and get him reasonably comfortable with me if I keep hanging out with him, not to the same level as the pigeons of course, that would take a lot of dedication and time spent together and trust, but he seems really calm and nice.

The third might be a youngling, they were much smaller than the others but they weren't a baby since they didn't have red in their beak. They were also pretty brave and might've gotten about as close as the second one did.

Anyways, that's my bird ramble done for now! Sometimes you just have to talk about the birds you love for a while because they all deserve so much attention and love.

#og leo post #rambles #birds #crows #corvids #captain crow

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scintillating-galaxias · 9 months

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oh my god, i am. actually so pleased and relieved about the way good omens season two handles an adult wlw relationship. just... idk, there's something nice that, even though the whole point of aziraphale and crowley's meddling was a weird, magical, happily ever after for nina and maggie--it wasn't meant to be. not yet. lesbian rambling under the cut . no editing we typo like. lesbians

i feel like it would have felt really hollow and cheap if aziraphale's and crowley's interference paid off and went off without a hitch. it'd feel like... i don't know, the process, the journey, would have been dismissed, and it'd end with nina in particular not understanding why maggie feels the way towards her as she does and maggie missing out on a lot of important milestones while seeing someone. she's known nina for a week. if the Plan worked, the End Result is all that matters, right? which would contradict the show's core message about how wonderful the time and grace to know someone is, (especially as long as crowley and aziraphale have known each other, cough) and how it's necessary to really understand what 'us' means without forsaking 'you.'

that plan was fated (i know, loaded word) to fail. they weren't in love with each other. maggie is in love with nina, sure! but again, she's known her for a week, and nina isn't ready for a relationship and had broken up with a seriously horrible partner not 12 hours before the time the last episode takes place. there is no 'love' to see! aziraphale didn't Make Up love ("miracles don't work like that") and i don't think he would have particularly wanted to even if he could. no wonder they were so baffled and bemused at the strange 'feel happy and lovely and wholesome to your fellows' air he soaked the place in at his ball.

the scene of maggie fetching the milk and other supplies nina needs and being with her at the counter shows that nina can trust her with helping out with the coffee shop (which, yknow, also parallels neatly with aziraphale trusting crowley with his shop), which is obviously something deeply important to her. again and again, she worries about opening, about getting the night-workers their coffee, and refusing to let it go even due to a partner that constantly degraded her and blamed her for their failing relationship. that's a huge opening-up. nina says it herself, she's closed off, but nonetheless, that's a branch she's extending out for maggie! she's willing to do that much, and maggie handles it wonderfully. they both know a relationship would just be too much. nina is still willing to try, despite her hurt, because she can trust maggie to put in the work.

these last thoughts ramble even more than the rest, but i'm glad the last ep left the off where it did. no time skip to go, 'oh they talked and they waited, and it all worked out!' or something, but it ends like... realistically. relationships don't just, happen, without a good deal of talking. look how that worked out for az and crow. acknowledging the need for space (and a good chiding to meddling forces of heaven and hell) but not pushing each other away completely and isolating themselves one another, i think, is a sign that they can do well together. even though maggie knows she is completely head over heels for this women, she doesn't even make a move towards her while they're sitting down with crowley in episode 6. and then they end in their own shops with the space they requested. its respect and trust, and that's the foundation you really need to build before a relationship can start anyway!!

#good omens 2 spoilers #good omens spoilers #go spoilers #good omens 2 #good omens #maggie #nina #i wonder what their ship name is #ill tag it properly later #also . as a lesbian #really glad they didnt do the 'how funny that the wlw rush into a relationship after rebounding from a pretty horrible one!!'#like they said! we're people too!#and we deserve space and time when we request it

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