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strwbrythoughts · 3 months

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no stopping a man in love | alhaitham

In which the traveler and Paimon catches Alhaitham indulging in something unexpected.

A/N: I might as well make this whole blog dedicated to Alhaitham because man's got my heart in a chokehold :(

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The House of Daena was filled with the sounds of pages turned over and the quick footsteps of the students flitting from one bookcase to another. Furrowed eyebrows and downturned lips decorated each of their faces. The librarian seemed stressed out to navigate the flurry of students and assist them in finding books. Even a stranger could tell the obvious; examination season was right around the corner.

Alhaitham, the ex-Acting Grand Sage and current Scribe of the Akademiya, had his eyes glued onto his surroundings. Though his expression remained neutral, he couldn't deny the feeling of annoyance building up inside him. The library was way too noisy to be called one. It was a good thing that he was enjoying his read so far. Though, the choice of reading fiction was something that not a lot of people would expect from him.

Yes, he had a book titled "The Genius Falls in Love!" nestled in his hands.

He didn't really catch the eye of anyone. After all, it wasn't weird that the Scribe would spend his day in the library instead of his office. His work hours were long but he never really complied to them. That was something that the students were mighty jealous of. What they didn't know, however, was that his work was always submitted on time with the highest quality. A trait that most of them could only hope to achieve.

Alhaitham put on his noise-cancelling earphones. His eyes relaxed slightly as he could focus better on the book in his hand. He was already on chapter 22. An impressive amount of reading, given that he only received the book that morning.

His body rested fully onto the chair he sat on. He closed his eyes, remembering the sweet smile his wife gave him as she handed him the book.

'Here, honey!' she exclaimed, shoving a book into his hands. 'If you miss me at work, read this book I wrote! And tell me how it went, yeah?'

From the moment he stepped out of their shared house, he flipped the book open. 'Ridiculous,' he thought to himself. 'I always miss you when you're not by my side.'

And so off he went. He finished all the work he deemed urgent enough on that day, before immediately going back to reading. It was quite the comical sight, really. The stoic genius reading a fictional book? A romance, at that? Impossible. Utterly ridiculous.

And yet, here he was.

The work day passed by so quickly when he spent it reading. Before he knew it, the librarian came over to his spot and told him that the library was closing. Alhaitham immediately got up and left to go home.

The walk back was quiet and peaceful enough. The mere sight of his wife's face as she greeted him at the door was enough to make a smile appear on his face, no matter how slight.

"Honey! How was work today? What did you eat during lunch? Did you have time to read my book?" It was expected that his wife would bombard him with questions the moment he came home. However, she was special in every way. For instance, he would always answer each question she had calmly, no matter how frequent or stupid they may be.

"I'm back. Work was completed like usual today. I ate the lunch you prepared for me, and I'm halfway through your book, my dear."

His wife giggled at the thought of her husband taking some time out of his busy day to read her work. What she didn't know was that his day was scheduled around her, and never around anything else.

Until the traveler and Paimon had some interesting news to bring to her.

"Traveler, look! Is Alhaitham reading...a romance?"

Paimon's voice bounced off the walls of the House of Daena. She had successfully captured the eyes of many students, causing the traveler to put their hand over their head. Perhaps to block a headache induced by her lack of realisation that they were in the library.

Paimon's hands flew over her mouth right after the words were uttered. Her eyes seemed apologetic enough, darting over to the traveler as a silent apology. The traveler merely shot her an awkward smile.

It was a good thing that Alhaitham himself did not pay them any mind. The way his ears perked up slightly showed that he indeed heard Paimon, but perhaps chose to ignore them. However, the eyes glued to his person was quite bothersome, even for someone as stoic as him.

He shut the book in his hands quite loudly, hinting his irritation at Paimon. She only gulped and shot a panicked expression at the traveler, who deadpanned at her. The both of them stood still as they heard Alhaitham's footsteps approach them. He was getting closer and closer with each thud of his footsteps.

"I would appreciate if you did not point out whatever business unrelated to you." His voice was calm, just like his expression. His eyes told a different story all together. The traveler's flying companion could only apologise repeatedly, while the traveler shot him an apologetic smile.

After a few seconds of awkward silence between the trio, the Scribe walked away from the both of them. His right hand carried the romance book he was reading quite delicately, as if it was his most precious treasure. And it truly was.

Anything related to his wife was a treasure to him, and he would never forgive himself if he failed to appreciate even the simplest things about her.

"...and that was it! He seemed really annoyed that the Akademiya students were looking at him curiously." Paimon ended her story to Alhaitham's wife. She merely chuckled at the tale.

"Of course he was. He dislikes people getting into his business after all."

"Are you sure he isn't acting like that because he's embarrassed about getting caught reading something so...unexpected, of him?" The traveler furrowed their eyebrows as their companion asked such question with no hesitation. She really needed to learn to read the room sometimes.

Before she could answer, Alhaitham embraced his wife from behind. His eyes were calm, as if having his wife in his arms was all it took to make him feel tranquil.

"Do you really think I'd be reading such book in public if I were to be 'embarrassed' about it? Moreover, how could my lovely wife ever make me feel embarrassed?"

That was more than enough of an answer for the traveler and Paimon. They smiled sweetly at the response. The smiles were short lived, however, as Alhaitham sent them both out of his house, wanting to be alone with his wife.

Ah, well. There's no stopping a man in love, is there?

Thank you for reading! <3

#female reader #alhaitham #al haitham #alhaitham x reader #al haitham x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #berry writes

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raspberry-piee · 5 months

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I'm getting off to the idea of being overstimulated while also being raped. Having my face forced into the mattress as a mysterious man uses my cunt like a fleshlight my hands tied behind my back as I try to thrash around for freedom. Only earning myself a slap on the back of my head and feeling the cold sharp blade of a knife pressed against the side of my throat as I'm told to stay still if I don't fight he won't kill me. I think for a moment before nodding knowing my pride isnt worth my life. The mystery man smirks as he starts back up again and soon I'm a babbling mess completely overstimulated by his cock and I let out a sigh of relief when he says hes gonne cum which quickly turns into panic when i dont feel him pull out. I thrash around trying to crawl up the bed to escape his grip before he paints my inside but the man forces all of his weight down on top of me holding me captive underneath him as I'm turned into my rapists cum dump. I cry into my pillow but he gently pulls my head up by my hair softly shushing me as he kisses my tears away trying to calm me down. Once the man realizes I'm not gonna stop crying he goes to my nightstand. "Oh I love when they cry" I barely hear the man say as he pulls out my vibrator and I let out a soft squeal of no's as he flips me onto my back roughly forcing my legs open when I try to shut them. A loud cry leaves me as he presses the vibrator to my sensitive clit my cum filled dripping hole clenching around nothing as I try to squirm away but I'm quickly yanked back by the man as he fills my hole again with his cock my brain short circuiting from my abused hole being filled again mixed with the constant vibration on my clit. My body working against me as I moan and cum now thrashing for a different reason besides escaping.

#overstim kink #rough cnc #knife kink #r@pe fantasy #cnc k!nk #knifeplay #r@petoy #send me r@pe threats #r@pe me #dacryphilia #fr33use #berry writes

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berrys-hide-out · 4 months

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heyo beeeerrrryyy qwq m wa finallie gonna sendie in da freakngie ASK XD soo...yous requestie is open??? Issie it possible to do a Tony and Pete fan fic with Tony wreckingie Spidey because father and son things ✨

m gonnie hide in a corner now ✨🫠

Note: Heyaaaa! Yep all open again hehe, gotta improve my writing!✨ I’m sorry this took so incredibly long 🥹

Warnings: tickles

Summary: Peter is currently working with Tony in the lab, Tony seemed stressed over the coming Christmas celebration and Peter can’t concentrate with his mentors grumbling. Enjoy!

Break time, webbing and play time

Peter would call himself lucky, his mentor was the one and only Tony Stark! He got to work with him in the lab and even if they didn’t work together they worked along side each other.

However there was times like now where his Mentor forgot everything around him and seemed to get frustrated about the thing he was working on, so much so that he sighed and grumbled to himself.

The young spiderling eyed his mentor, this was probably the twentieth sigh that had left the man’s mouth now— and it hadn’t even been 10 minutes! It made Peter sigh internally, with his mentor standing hunched over the table and pen tapping the surface he could hardly concentrate either.

He looked over at the paper Tony was hunched over, noticing the small Christmas ornaments on it. Right Morgan had requested the paper for her wish list after seeing it on the Christmas market and now they had way too many left.

A small smile pulled on Peter’s features, remembering the little ones antics with her father. Peter’s eyes fell to the web shooters, hearing another sigh. His smile faded, he had to make Tony take a break somehow.. sure Christmas was approaching quickly but we was sure he could add some things to the list if Tony would just let him help.

Peter looked over at the man again, talking would probably only annoy him further. What could he do..?

His gaze flew through the room, landing on the couch which conveniently stood right behind the man. The couch had originally been brought here by Misses Potts to make sure the two would take breaks and not overwork themselves over and over again and come home grumpy.

Peter glared at the new web fluids. These were for training and dissolved a little quicker, surely enough for a small break. He huffed a smile. The plan forming in his head was bold, awfully so but it might just work.

He quickly exchanged the fluids and walked towards the couch.. one try to talk about this won’t hurt.. “Mister Stark?” He asked carefully. “Not now kid and it’s Tony..” he corrected, not lifting his gaze.

The teen smirked and jumped behind the couch before shooting a web right at the man’s back and yanking him backwards into the pillows of the couch- “WHA- Peter!” Tony yelped and glared at the smiling boy. “Sorry Mister Stark” he said with a ever so small hint of sympathy which leaked through his sly grin. “Again Pete, it’s Tony” he huffed.

Peter quickly webbed the man’s torso as well as he jumped back over the couch to stand in front of the man “but sighing every five minutes and frowning like that probably won’t do you any good.” He said, remembering the few times Tony had told him this. “Neither will webbing me to the cough, so let me go.” The man growled, yet a small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, taking away the bite in his words.

“Sorry Mister Stark not happening” his mentee said and poked a free spot on the man’s ribs, not noticing the small flinch. “Plus I’m just making sure Misses Potts couch is getting rightfully used” he said with a small grin, a playful glint in his eye as he went to stand up straight. “I’m sure she’d be happy to know that you’re taking your breaks.” He added with feigned innocence

Pete quickly skipped over to the list “and don’t worry it’s the new solution it’s supposed to dissolve a little quicker.” He called while scanning over the list.

He hummed a little, the ideas Tony had written down seemed basic enough.. grabbing a new paper and writing down some new ideas, he didn’t notice that the man behind was actively plotting to get him back after that stunt.

In fact Tony kept so quiet that when Pete went back to work on the new formula he had completely forgotten that the man was even there.

Tony knew the boy wanted the best for him but practically webbing him to the couch without a warning? And the poke that almost gave away his ticklishness? He’ll need to come up with something to teach the kid to use his words.. and maybe offer a different way of telling each other to take a break.

Tony waited until Peter gave a sigh of his own. By now boy was scanning the paper and holding a small solution over the other. The webs which held Tony had long been dissolved and only stained the couch ever so slightly. He walked up behind him “need help?” Peter yelped, and turned around with a start, dropping the solution in the process. “m-mister stark!” He huffed. The man chuckled at the pout his student gave him, “sorry did I scare you?” He grinned. Peter huffed and turned back around, eyes widening when the solution started to bubble and set off his Spidey sense “DUCK!”

Tony did— Spidey got sent flying to the ground with the new web solution which exploded mere seconds after the call. It took a few seconds until the fluid stopped, now decorating the whole lab.

“Gee kid, are you alright?” Tony called and rushed over to him. Pete grumbled, a little sore from the fall “yep, I’m good” he said and gave a small thumbs up.

Tony huffed a smile, his student was covered in web fluid, only a few spots were free. “Can you get out by yourself?” He asked and crouched next to him. Seeing the boy struggle and wiggle to break free he already had a feeling that he had to get a small knife.

Peter huffed and took another deep breath before trying again- yet his tries were futile.

“Nope, nope definitely stuck.” He said and let his head fall back onto the ground. Tony chuckled “alright hold on Kid” he said and got a pocket knife out of his back pocket before getting to work.

Tony peeled Parker off of the floor and got him to sit on the couch, then he quickly went and got the dissolvent from Peter’s desk.

“Man, this stuff is awfully sticky” Peter huffed and raised his arm, seeing his webbing move ever so slightly.

He watched Tony join his side and open the small bottle “heh, more then your normal webs I assume?” Peter nodded “way more!” He exclaimed before feeling a little bit of liquid run down his back- making him shiver “Sorry, It’s still cold but it shouldn’t take longer then a few minutes.” Stark said as he made sure to get most of his torso before moving on.

He sighed and knelt down, hand squeezing Peter side to support his balance. What he didn’t expect was his Mentee to Yelp and clamp his hand over his mouth and jump in a frenzied motion.

“Are you okay? Did you get injured from that explosion?” He asked and looked up at the boy.

Peter flushed— no he didn’t get hurt, but he’d never tell his mentor and idol that he just accidentally tickled him! “No, no, just surprised me is all” he mumbled and averted his gaze.

Tony raised an eyebrow, he had moved slow, there was no way that reaction came from his movement. As he continued to free Peter from his webbing things started to click into place and a small smile tugged at his lips, which was completely missed by the boy who still looked away with a tiny blush on his face.

“Alright” Tony hummed when the last bit of webbing dissolved and he closed the dissolvent. Peter smiled “thanks Mister Stark!” Nodding he kept Pete from getting up. “Mister Stark?” Tony pat his shoulder as he stood up “if I have to take a break so do you kid” he said and a small traitorous grin tugged at the corners of his mouth. Peter raised an eyebrow, that’s not how that worked.

He crossed his arms “but I’m fine!” Tony raised an eyebrow “are you really though? You just got flung to the ground, maybe you hurt yourself and aren’t telling me again” he said hinting to his side.

Peter grumbled “I’m not hurt, really” Tony huffed and squeezed his side “no?” He asked watching the kid squeak, grab at his hand while his legs shot up and he squeezed his eyes shut with a bright smile.

Tony chuckled silently at his mentees giggles. “I don’t understand Pete, what’s so funny? If you’re hurt that’s a serious problem!” He huffed. Peter squeaked when the second hand attacked his other side with squeezes making him fall back into the couch. “mIHihister StAhAhark!” He called though his bubbly giggles and growing blush.

“Im right here Pete but you need to let me have a look!” “nOhohooooo!” The boy whined before finding the strength to throw himself off of the couch “woah-!” Tony gasped and his stomach dropped. He quickly leaned over the couch to see the kid scramble up with a grin, showing him that he wasn’t hurt. Relief washed over him before the playful smirk re-emerged on his lips.

“Run”

Peter yelped and scrambled off of the ground, darting out of the lab with anticipating giggles— Tony right behind him

The boy grinned, he hadn’t played like this in a long while. The fact that Tony was actually up to play with him was as exiting as it was flustering.

Tony chuckled as their feet stomped on the ground, Peter’s lighter then him which clearly made the teen even more nervous.

The boy rounded a corner into the main room where a couch stood in the middle of it all. He rushed around and grinned at his mentor giddily. Tony stood at the other side of the couch, he was loving this just as much as Peter was. It was adorable how the boys cheeks flushed and small bubbly giggles escaped him even though he tried biting them back “naw kid we can’t have that~! Let me have a look at your sides- oh and your back too, that’s what you landed on earlier, right?”

Peter huffed a giggle “IHi’m not hurt-! TONY!” he squeaked when the man suddenly moved making him jump and run to avoid his playful mentor- however one and a half laps around the couch the boy got thrown back and the two wrestled— Peter with childish giggles and a beaming smile and Tony with a adoring, playful and Sly smirk.

“NoHOho! MiHister StahAhrk!” Peter struggled against his mentors hand which kept him in place- usually he wouldn’t have any problem getting out but his unstoppable waterfall of giggles weakened the poor hero drastically… and he was silently enjoying himself, although he’d never admit to that.

Then Tony’s hand latched onto Peter’s lowest rib which made the poor kid squeal and buck with hysterical giggles “honestly Pete, you need to let me check! It’s no use if you keep squirming like this!” Tony said with a teasing edge to his voice “BuHUt IHI’m noHOhot huHUhurt!” Peter protested.

His mentor tutted and moved up and down his sides, scribbling from his abdomen all the way to one of the higher ribs, noticing how the squirming picked up.

Tony grinned “do we have a little tickle spot up there~?” “NOHOho!” The answer came way too quickly and Peter’s cheeks tinted in a little brighter red. Tony stopped and hummed “you sure about that?” Peter nodded, anticipating giggles rushed though his few gulps of air.

“So you wouldn’t mind if we were to play a game?” Without waiting for Peter he placed a finger on the boys rib cage “round and round the garden like a teddy bear…” he sang and traced circles.

Peter shook his head and embarrassed yet happy giggles flew out of his mouth, no matter how hard he tried to protest or keep his mouth shut they just kept on coming “one step…” Tony said warningly. Peter looked at him, the almost sly and sinister grin sent shivers down his spine “noHoho nononohoho! MiHihister— STARK!” “Two step” Tony completely ignored the plea and the squeak he got in return only made him want to go on. “Tickle under THERE!”

Peter went ballistic, head thrown back, bucking and squirming left and right as his legs kicked out thanks to the merciless scribbling that sent ticke shocks through his whole body.

Tony chuckled at the sight, he’s never seen Peter let go like this, it was as amusing as it was adorable.

Hearing the kid wheeze he let up. “OhOho god” Peter giggled and looked at his mentor with slightly crinkled eyes. “You’re ruhuthless”

His mentor hummed down at him “you’re just incredibly ticklish” “mist- EHEHehEhHEe!” Peter squealed when fingers drilled into the dip of his hips. “Try again” his mentor grinned “ToHOhonEHEhe!” Peter called out and stark let up.

He smiled at the boy, his hair was completely disheveled, the blush covered his ears cheeks and neck, tiny tears of joy were at the corners of the boys eyes and he was breathing heavily with stray giggles.

Tony let the boys arms go and Peter curled up “ehEhe thahat wasn’t fahair!” Tony poked his unprotected back making the male jump “neither was webbing me to the couch” “sohorryy~” Peter whined through an amused giggle “you ready to take a break?” To Tony’s amusement a shimmer of playfulness played in the teens eyes as he eyed the billionaire.

“Or what~?” He teased

Big mistake.

Tony immediately grabbed the boys arm and pinned them above his head. The other hand hovered over the boys armpit.

Peter’s squeaky giggles picked right back up and he gave tony a panicked yet exited look. “Or else the tickle monster is gonna come back~” tony grinned. Peter shook his head “Noho he won’t!”

Then the hand fell. The boy squealed and curled up, shutting his eyes tight with giggles already pouring out of him.

Yet nothing happened.

Peter opened at eye noticing the smirk tony wore which made his stomach flip in anticipation. The boy whined “JuHUHust do it ahalready!”

Tony chuckled “my pleasure”

Then Peter threw his head back with full out cackles a second time that day. It was safe to say that Peter’s giggles and laughter went through the tower a lot more often~

#berry writes #berry back?#tickle fic #frien🤍#lee!peter parker #ler!tony stark #Lee!peter #ler!tony #lee!spiderman #berry’s hideout #berry talks

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thedarklightcrypt · 8 months

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Kaos analysis if ya can! Literally just anything about him :0

Maybe his skills? I am truly curious about his position as a dark portal master.

ooh! kaos happens to be one of my favorite characters, and you bringing up him being a dark portal master... I do not own every piece of skylanders media, but I will do my best to summarize his skills in a detailed manner. within spyros adventure. he has control over various elemental spells, which range from doom sharks to lasers, his mechanical suit also utilizes these spells and I assume them to be built into the suit, he also seems to be able to summon his minions at free will. its never stated whether his giant floating head is via technology or something else, the closest we get is him telling glumshanks to turn it off after trailing off. in giants. the only skills hes seen using are directly connected to the iron fist (summoning arkeyans, eye lasers, the healing-damage-spell contraption), though I do not know much of it is due to the iron fist or his own built in magic. swap force, in VV nature, features a different set of capabilities for him. he uses petrified fire in one cutscene without any prior build up, and as super evil kaos can create shockwaves or bring his thoughts to reality. I must say that I was... unimpressed, back when I saw he didnt use anything relating to petrified darkness... but I am getting off topic. trap team, which was of course done by TFB, gives him a new super powered form. when affected by the stinkocity, he appears to... be able to see through dimensions? as he can see you (the player) through the tv screen, his vision also became faux psychedelic which I feel is relevant enough to mention. as his traptanium form he sprouts wings, gets crystal blades, can make... black energy? I dont know how to describe it, amongst some other things. superchargers has an interesting spin... which I quite like! he seems to be getting a power boost from the darkness, and actually utilizes some of his own spells (to my understanding, I am unsure if its been confirmed anywhere), such as teleportation + fake copies, crystal swords and hands. I think this is a really wonderful change of pace compared to his usual per-game super powered form. imaginators, I feel is the weakest. he lost his connection to the darkness after it was destroyed in superchargers, so instead we get mind magic and... super saiyan final boss...? imaginators is an extremely short and unfinished game to my knowledge, so I will not dwell on it for too long, but I believe mind magic lets him imagine anything into existence. though you can argue its not actually him whos using the magic as I believe it comes from brain. its extremely easy to make a joke about kaos only being a threat when he has outside forces assisting him, but to me that is a massive disservice to his character. it has been a bit since I read the novels, but in those he uses a wide variety of spells from teleporting individuals with the snap of his fingers, lightning, flying flower pots, lightning that drains your energy, as well as various contraptions like a miniature portal. the novels have a strange habit of switching back and forth from him being a threat and a joke, but the skylanders rarely face him head on due to him backing them into corners with his own skills & tactics, which I enjoy! upon acquiring the mask of power, he can steal the skylanders powers, though I feel this is unnecessary to further go into. one thing interesting about kaos is that he is extremely tactical while being horribly impulsive, so he ends up in a strange situation where he has the cards to win, but his emotions get the better of him. he is also someone who uses a lot of technology in his plans, and its not uncommon to see his spells accompanied by a contraption, that is typically implied to be created by him (or, that is how I have always seen it), he also created & brought the wilikin to life as a young portal master. I am sure there are pieces I have missed, due to not owning every book. but if so those who own those books can likely provide.

#skylanders meta #berry writes #skylanders #kaos #analysis ask

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berryshiara · 4 months

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WIP Wednesday

I do not have the opportunity to write on the computer at work anymore. So now I do it in long hand.

I present to you my late submission for my wip Wednesday in long hand.

Interview with an Ardart-yakshi

@natsora

@myfuckedupchildhood

Tagging @amys2885 @atarial @ any one who wants to share <3 @ me if you do! I would like to see what you are all up to!

#Interview with an Ardat-yakshi #mass effect #asari #fanfiction #berry writes

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honorbright · 8 months

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For the three sentence meme: Hodgson × Little, werewolf au?

He'd done this plenty of times, but that didn't make the initial transformation, the warping of bone and muscle, the frazzling of one's mind, any less unpleasant.

It was a force of habit to stay in the orlop, less cramped than his accommodations (even after the most recent promotion) and far enough away from people at this time of night--or, that was typically the case, before he heard footsteps and his heart seized.

"George?" The sound of Edward's voice was first a balm to his worries, and then lit them on fire all over again--of all the people to find him like this, though he was far from dangerous, was the last one he wished to view his true beastly nature, and the fire only burned brighter as Edward's footsteps got louder, as he heard the orlop door slide open.

#first time writing hodge hope it's good!#at least my need to cram as many words into these prompts fits him lmao #also i'm envisioning wolfhodge as like. a man-sized borzoi. he is not intimidating at all #berry writes #george hodgson #edward little #shipping #hodgson/little #wow first post in that tag on my blog...

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gl00mystarz · 2 years

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Life is good SPOILERS AHEAD FOR THOSE WHO HAVE NOT FINISHED THE GAME. Okay so, this is gonna be my first post, it is going to be RDR2 themed. This is going to be a hurt comfort fic, say if Arthur never died, and you got him the medical attention he needed. SPOILERS AHEAD FOR THOSE WHO HAVE NOT FINISHED THE GAME.Arthur Morgan x sickly GN reader

You were part of the gang, well, formerly part of the notorious Van Der Linde gang. Now it was gone, people you cared were dead, especially Sean, god, how you missed him dearly. He may have been a little annoying, and a little too drunk at times, but that was the charm of Sean, you couldn't not love him. Even if sometimes he did act like a complete fool, and a perv, but you missed him. From his fiery red hair, his charming yet teeth missing smile, the way he smelt of his favorite alcohol, and especially the way that no matter what, he was there to stand up for you when you were at your worst. He was your greatest supporter, and you grieved for months over his death, you hadn't even gotten to say goodbye..

Then there was Javier, you could see the hurt and confusion in his eyes at the final stand off, he looked like a hurt child, like he didn't know what to do. As if his world had shattered, and in a way, it kind of did. Everything he had known had fallen to pieces right in front of him, the man who took him in had gone crazy. The one man he looked up to as if he was God, betrayed him and broke his trust and made him pick, lose the respect of someone who was borderline his father, or pick his found family brother. You knew it hurt him deeply, to pick between two people he loved with his whole being, you didn't blame him for pointing his gun in the air, but it was obvious where he stood when he stayed behind Dutch. Even then, you could never hate him.

Especially Hosea, you'd never forgive Dutch for putting Hosea in such a dangerous situation, and subsequently, what lead to his death. As much as you knew it wasn't fully Dutch's fault, you'd never bring yourself to forgive him. As much as you deeply wanted too, and you knew Hosea would want you too. You couldn't, you held such a deep rooted and heart blackening hatred for Micah and Dutch, something that dug into your bones and made your mouth taste sour. You'd never forgive him. Hosea was your father, the one who was there for you when you found yourself, the one who taught you everything you knew, taught you to be yourself and punch anyone who dared say otherwise, he was your rock. He was your father, and you lost him cause of Dutch's recklessness, and you'd never forgive him.

You were quickly snapped out of these thoughts of what used to be, because as Arthur said "We can't change what's done, we can only move on", and you took that to heart when you first heard it, because as bitter as you were. He was right, you couldn't bring them back, you couldn't change the way things were. Though, you couldn't shake the memory of how it was said from your head. Arthur had looked sick when he said it, he speech slurred together in a sickness ridden haze, he slurred it out right before he collapsed off his horse, that image would never leave you, the man you loved, so guilt-ridden, he passed out. Of course. It was never that simple. You had almost lost him, some kind passerby had offered to ride you both to the nearest doctor, which is where you were told the awful news.

Arthur was sick, he was real sick. He was diagnosed with TB, better known as Tuberculosis. You felt your whole world shatter right then and there, your lover was dying, he was dying and there was nothing you could do about it. It was the most gut wrenching feeling you had felt since Sean died, you swore to yourself, you weren't going to stop till you saved him. You couldn't and you wouldn't, and you know what, you did just that. You searched everywhere to help your beloved husband. And you had done it, because here he was right now, standing in front of you, looking just as handsome as the day you had set your eyes on him, with a bowl of soup in his hands. His eyes held a layer of concern that only you were ever able to catch, and his lips parted as he asked you a simple question.

"You alrigh' sweetheart?" The simple words made you realize just how lucky you were, Arthur was still here. You let out a quiet and sickness hoarse "Yeah 'm fine. Jus' thinkin' is all." You could see Arthurs brow furrow as he made his way over to you. Setting the bowl on the nightstand next to you and sat on the edge of the bed. His calloused hand reaching for your cheek as he gently tugged so you'd look in his eyes. "Darlin'.. I know you're hurtin'. As much as I don't wanna admit it.." He took a deep breath, almost a sigh as he let a little bit of his heart show "I'm hurtin' too.. I'm hurtin' a lot. But there's nothin' we can do about it now, we have to move on.. But i'll be here for you through erything. I promise ya that." You knew Arthur, those words meant a lot to him, and they meant everything to you. You knew Arthur, everything with the gang left a deep emotional scar on his whole being, a scar that ran down to his bones and one you were sure he'd never forget.

You had parted your lips to speak, but he cut you off. "Don't. Let me take care of ya'. You deserve it." All you could do is nod, no more fuss, no more qualms. To which Arthus cracked a rare smile and leaned forward. Pressing a sweet and loving kiss to your warm forehead before he leaned away from you just enough to grab the bowl of soup he set down. "Careful now, it's still hot." Was all your lover uttered before he held a spoonful up for you to take a bite of. As sad and bitter as you were. You were still grateful that you had Arthur. That he was working under a fake name, that you had a warm home and a few dogs, one respectively named Cain. Life was hard before, but now it was good.

Arthur was true to his word, he took care of you. Did all the cleaning, all the cooking. He took care of you just as you had when he was sick, and you were forever grateful for it. Sometimes you still let yourself slip, let yourself fall into those emotions of how upset you were, that didn't matter anymore, cause just as Arthur had told you, "We can't change what's done, we can only move on", you still held it to your heart. You focused on what you had now, what you had always wanted, and that was this life. No more running, no more hiding, no more fighting. No more gang life, you were finally free. You finally got to live a life you had always wanted. The new last name Morgan tact onto your first name. Life was good.

#arthur morgan #rdr2 x reader #rdr2 arthur #rdr2 #red dead redemption #red dead redemption 2 #berry writes

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berrysveryberryshit · 1 year

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Stawberry Milkshake: Meeting at 2pm on a Saturday

#🍓 : strawberry milkshake #berry writes #svt x reader #svt smau #woozi smau #woozi x reader #svt 96 smau

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marahuyomae · 2 years

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Beyblade Burst's Big Four

Just a thought, why were they called the Big Four (Zachary Kaneguro, Lui Shirosagi, Alexander or Xhaka Shakadera, and Shu Kurenai)? Obviously because they have BIG reputations and they are only Four, DuH!

I know that, BUT what if it was just more than that? And what I am trying to point out is the Big Four of American, Great Britain, Italy, and France's History. The President of US, Woodrow Wilson. Prime Minister of Great Britain, David Lloyd George and Clemenceau of France. And Lastly, Vittorio Emmanuel Orlando of Italy.

Nonsense! You might say. BUT HEAR ME OUT! As we all know, the US President, Italian Leader and the two Prime Ministers, created conditions that helped make peace within the 4 countries and became inspirations and good influences or examples to humanity. Just like how the Big Four or Supremes were Inspirations to the Bladers across Japan and the world of Beyblade.

Even if they all don't get along very well (LUI I AM LOOKING AT YOU), They still try to approach each other professionally. This can indicate that not only they have to keep their reputations, they are also trying to set examples to bladers that they still have to give peace within each other. Not just that, they also have values within the four of them that bladers see as their new goal or values, like how each of them try to work hard or maybe Zac's quality of trying to stay calm or upbeat on most situations even if he does falter he still tries to remain compose more than ever, or their set of sportsmanship. Maybe Xhaka's way of Friendly out the match, Focus in the match. Shu's ability to act rationally on times of crisis (Red Eye's Fault if he can't think straight) , Or Lui's Don't Talk Big if you can't Move Big. (TBH Lui doesn't like the All Talks, No Bites).

They set values within themselves that the other bladers came to admire, The way the four of them tries to put things in order in their own ways.

So it might be a coincidence, but I think it is actually a good reference.

#beyblade #beyblade burst #lui shirasagijo #anime #lui shirosagi #just a thought #zac the sunrise #shu kurenai #xhaka shakadera #xander shakadera #berry writes

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filmnoirsbian · 1 year

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August Peaches

#tcp #spilled ink #red berries #poetry #the fault in the father #my writing #id in alt text #this haunting is hereditary

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rainymoodlet · 3 months

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there’s something minty going on in strangerville… ⚗️

#if anyone wants to write a detailed guide on taking gp shots i’m all down 🙃#ts4 #ts4 gameplay #ts4 screenshots #ts4 legacy #;actaea #;actaeag1 #sim: nimphidia #sim: nano #(robot kitty)#ts4 not so berry challenge #||#this house has taken me four days across like 18 hours fhfhf #i am in love with it absolutely omg #now i just gotta step back and take a break from it so i don’t immediately want to demolish it fhfhf #nimphidia is so cute she’s bubbly and bright and loves being colorful and mischievous #but she will also smile at you while she takes off your legs to study what you’d do if you had to crawl out of a collapsing building yknow?#just for the ~science~ of it all #and i love that about her fhfhf baby mad scientist in a frutiger aero world #she’s going to end up with specimens floating in tubes and a crush on a certain ferryman of souls so lets gooOOOO #i love you all i hope you’re doing well mwah 😘#another day off wasted to the sims brain bug fjfhfh #oh this is based off of monsanto’s house of tomorrow btw!!

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the unseen lovers | alhaitham (part 1)

Alhaitham finds a secret his grandmother left for him in her favourite book.

A/N: I was supposed to make this short, but then so many ideas popped up and now I have to separate it into parts...maybe I could make a mini series out of this?

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For as long as Alhaitham could remember, he had been raised by his loving grandmother. A brilliant mind accompanied by her nurturing nature made her some sort of a national treasure to Sumeru's people. Though, sometimes he couldn't help but wonder how none of her tender self had rubbed off on him.

"Smile more, my dear child," she would always tell him, a book in her lap while she rested her back onto the huge chair reserved for her in the living room. "Your smile is the loveliest our bloodline has ever seen." She would whisper into his hair as he nestled into her warm arms. Winter nights were the best when he could cuddle with his grandmother in the living room. He could remember it all like it happened yesterday. He still had short legs that time, that much he could remember. He could cuddle comfortably on the chair.

Alhaitham could remember the nights he cuddled his grandmother's blanket after her passing. Sometimes he swore he could feel his grandmother's tender hands stroke his hair while he dozed off on her favourite chair. His legs had gotten longer over the years, even more so after he reached puberty. That, paired with the fact that he took care of his physical health. The elongation of his limbs was expected, but he was never really bothered by it. Not until he would cuddle on the chair and felt slightly uncomfortable from the limited leg space he had. Of course, he wouldn't have had that complaint if he would just keep his feet on the floor and not on the armchair.

When he moved into his new house gifted by the Akademiya, he made sure to bring the chair with him. He let it settle in his personal library. Reading never brought more joy than when he would read on that specific chair. His grandmother left a parting note on the first page of his favourite book, its cover worn and its spine broken from the endless times he flipped it and left it wide open. Alhaitham would read it whenever he felt extremely sad, extremely happy, or extremely angry. Eventually, his feelings wouldn't control him as much as his rationality would. Though, he never lost the love he held for the book, as it held the last physical memory he had of his grandmother.

Though, he didn't expect his life to change so much when he opened his grandmother's favourite book.

The Grand Bazaar was as lively as usual, yet perhaps the noisiest ones were probably the staff of Zubayr Theatre. Costume designers ran to and fro with all kinds of textiles in their hands; from the smoothest silks to the back-to-basics cottons, the media team deciding which Kamera would capture the performers' best angles and lightings from which directions, and directors and artistic advisors constantly pinching their heads as if to calm down an incoming migraine while still keeping their eyes wide open to observe each member's actions.

One thing was clear: the theatre was eager to celebrate the Sabzeruz Festival for Lesser Lord Kusanali's upcoming birthday, and they were determined than ever to spread the joyful spirit through their main dancer, Nilou's special performance; the Dance of Sabzeruz.

[Y/N], a director known for being the most patient and soft spoken out of everyone in the team, was observing the first round of rehearsals. Her tender nature was something a lot of people tried to take advantage of, especially during work hours. However, almost everyone learnt it the hard way; never underestimate the deep passion she had for the performing arts.

Her eyebrows furrowed slightly as her eyes were glued onto the stage. Her hands were quick to jot down whatever she found noteworthy; perhaps the lighting was unsatisfactory, or perhaps a prop or two looked out of place. Whatever it was, she would certainly voice out her honest opinions and thoughts after rehearsal ended.

Her unwavering focus on the stage was perfect, for she didn't notice a certain man seeming starstruck by the mere sight of her, stood merely a couple meters behind her.

'Go out and find the girl who pours her heart out even when no one's looking. Keep your eyes open for the beautiful things our people call useless, and keep them wide open. Be careful to not miss out on what looks mediocre behind the beauty of it all.'

Those were the first words Alhaitham read when he flipped his grandmother's favourite book open. It wasn't a particularly unique read to him. If anything, his eyebrows were raised when he knew his grandmother deemed a romance story worthy of her fondness. Yet, as a fellow genius, he supposed that it wasn't too out of character for her. Geniuses were hardly ever predictable. History has proven that exact statement time and time again.

He closed the thick hardcover as he let out a quiet huff. The title, 'The Unseen Lovers' wasn't one that stood out to him so much. In fact, he could even say that a sloppily written research paper by Kaveh would be more interesting than whatever he was holding (even though he would never admit that to the architect, mind you) in his arms right now.

Alhaitham closed his eyes and leaned back onto the chair in his library. He supposed he could give the book a chance, given that his grandmother seemed to hold so much love for it. That was the least he could do to honour her memory, right? Not to mention, the somewhat riddle-like note she had left for him on the front page of the book was nagging at the back of his mind more than he would've liked it.

Tune in for more, thank you for reading!

#al haitham #alhaitham #alhaitham x reader #al haitham x reader #female reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #berry writes

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Don’t let the same dog bite you twice.

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Demon King or Neil

Summary: Neil and Damao are playing video games until Damao loses by a second and chaos erups

Warnings: Tickles

Characters: Lee!Neil, Ler!Damao

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Damao and Neil were alone at home.. well more or less at least. Ira was upstairs, chilling in his room, probably sleeping.

When the young demon had asked Damao if he wanted to play video games, the werewolf thought of it as a challenge and almost immediately agreed to it.

And now they were sat in the common room, both incredibly focused on their little mario cart race, well one more then the other as Neils tail swished back and forth in Damaos sides from time to time. "I wont let you win Neil!" Damao grinned as he had the first place on their thrid and last round. The male felt Neils tail swish a little faster making him look at the little demon, seeing a smug smile "We'll see about that!" he exclaimed just the second before the screen showed the blue shell and hit Damao just a few meters in front of the finish line.

"No... come on!" he murmured and saw Neil pass him and finsih the race. "YES!" he exclaimed happily and moved to lay-sit on the cough "Hehehe sorry" Neil giggled at the pout Damao was wearing- "do you find this funny?!" the werewolf asked and raised a questioning eyebrow- his lips tuning upwards ever so slightly. - it was, it was incredibly funny, the little pout the muscular man had worn was totally out of character!

Neil smiled at him, giggles making it past his lips as he wasn't completely sure what the other was planning- still he felt brave enough "mahaybe!"- Ira would save him if that wouldn't be the case anyways- right?

Damao wasn't sure what he was expecting but a 'maybe' was definetely not it. He grinned, time to mess with him. "Y'know Neil, I think the demon king is in control" he sighed mockingly, making Neil raise an eyebrow, curious to where this will lead.

"our Neil would never do such mean thing as taking the first place right from our grasps, especially not with such a curel method!" Damao continued, speaking in a different manner then he usually would to keep things playful.

"But I just di-" "I'm going to bring Neil back to us and I already know how." Damao grinned playfully at the nervous smile on Neil's face.

what was that werewolf up to..? just a few weeks ago he was trying to avoid Neil at all costs! No that doesnt matter now- Neil would take this rare chance to bond with his roommate! The demon sat himself towards the other and put the controller away "And how..?" he asked and tilted his head- Damao punced seeing the smaller's eyes widen in shock and a small yelp escaped as he was wrestled down.

"Give in Demon King! You cannot avoid faith!" Damao exclaimed and quickly went through Neils defenses and squeezed right above the spot between his ribs and armpits. "HEhEHEY!" Neil protests with a jump, taken completely off guard.

Damao chuckled at the response and trapped Neils one hand next to his head onto the couch. "Hehe you can't escape me Demon King! I will save our Neil and bring him back!" "BUhuhUt IHI'M RiHIHihight hEHehere!" Neil shot at him, trying to glare without luck though as a soft blush dusted his cheeks.

"No way! hmmm.. maybe I'm doing this wrong.. let's try.. HERE!" he announced and let both his hands about to vibrate Neils waist earning a shriek and kicking legs "NAHA! DAHAMAHAO! HOHOLD OHON!" the demon cackled and held onto Damao's wrists.

Damao heard a door open above them- that Ira heard them.. oh well he had a Demon King to defeat!

Neils thoughts were racing, his blush growing as he noticed more and more how much he didn't mind this at all- still he was not the Demon King! He was resting inside hime yes but he was not in control!

Ira let out a chuckle and made himself known to the two "IHIHIRA HEHELP!" Neil squealed out but didn't look into the vampires direction as he tried to somehow lessen the maddening feeling. The vampire and Werewolf locked eyes for a second. Damao switched to skribbling over Neils ribs and Ira sighed while e shrugged "Not sure what he did but don't take it too far." he warned and kept walking over to the fridge.

Damao chuckled and looked at Neil who had calmed down quite a bit- still giggling uo a storm though. "You're lucky Lily doesn't know about this~" he teased, seeing Neil flush in a crimson red all the way up to his ears. "Dohon't tehell heheher!" Ira chuckled from the kitched "SHE ALREADY KNOWS!" he yelled out making Neil whine between his bubbly giggles that earned in pitch at the comment.

Damao chuckled and let up for a second. "If you're Neil and not the Demon King, I'm pretty sure you know where Lynn and Lily went." Neil huffed a chuckle "They're out for easter shopping" Damao hummed "and?" he asked with a sly grin. "and..?" Neil echoed "yeah there's another reason they're outside today." Damao told him- not leaving Neil any room to think before going back to tickling him.

"IHI wahas RIHIght thOHOugh! NohOHOhot TheHE tuHUHum- DAHAmahao!" The taller of the two clicked his tongue "That could've been a lucky guess, Easter is soon after all." he sighed but the playful smile never vanished from his features.

Ira hummed as he nibbled on his bloodsicle "if I were you Neil, I would try and fight back. Oh well, laters!" the vampire called and disappeared back to the upstairs.

Niel huffed through his giggles- how dare Ira leave him here!

Yet before the demon could make anymore protests their front door flew open showing Lily and Lynn. "Ah, welcome back." Damao greeted, letting Neil up. The demon greeted them with a giggly hello- still laying there Lily ran up to him and started to ramble about the pretty ornaments she and her brother had seen today.

Damao stood up and went to help Lynn. "oh by the way, why are you blushing so hard?" Lily suddenly asked earning wide eyes and his blush that had just began to vanish grew again.

"Neil is ticklish!" the two heard from the stairs "Ira-AHaha~"

Easter preperations could wait a little longer he guessed as Lily just continued to ramble and kept on randomly poking him.

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hehe ~ @wertzunge I hope this was to your expectations! Tysm for the request (and sorry for the tag~)

#lee!neil #ler!Damao #Damao #Neil #All Saints Street #All Saints Street Tickles #tickle fic #yay rq's #berry talks #berry’s hideout #berry writes

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