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januaryembrs · 1 year

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HEARTBEAT | Geralt x reader

Request: hellooo! if your still up for requests i'd love a geralt one please! perhaps reader is vary of horses (maybe even afraid) and he tries to help? <3

description: After learning your fear of horses, Geralt takes a gentle approach at teaching you to trust his companion, Roach.

Word Count: 1.1k

Trigger warnings: fear of horses? close proximity?

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Authors note: I'm back finishing the last of the requests sent, I do so apologise for the wait I've been super busy over Christmas and hope to satiate you all soon!

“What’s wrong?” Came his rugged voice, knocking you out of the stressed reverie you were in.

“What?” You asked, half mindedly, “What do you mean?” You repeated, finally coming out of your thoughtful daze.

“You’re being strange. Have been ever since we left town,” You felt caught. Witcher’s were naturally observant men, something you cursed yourself for not thinking of before, now that it had come back to bite you in the arse.

And you had been acting strange. First it was refusing to mount the horse Geralt rode, Roach you knew her to be. You were tired all the time from walking the whole way to the next town while Geralt had the luxury of a steed, though you had brought the punishment on yourself you supposed. Then it was flinching every time the poor mare so much as whinnied, which she did so a lot when spooked by the monsters Geralt brought down. And now you refused to even sleep if she was too close to your bedspread.

When you had been in town, it was not so noticeable. You spent a lot of time at the inn you were staying at, away from the bay coloured mare, so Geralt had not noticed the odd habits before. But now the two of you had hit the road and were sleeping next to a campfire instead of a roaring hearth, it was much more apparent.

“I-” You cut yourself off as the words died in your mouth. Your face blanked for a moment, thinking long about how you were to explain the issue to a man who knew no fear.

Geralt slayed monsters for a living, monsters that knew how to kill and kill well. Some of the bodies he brought back were two, three times his already mammoth size, and he still managed to charge at them without any hesitation.

How on all the gods names were you supposed to tell him you were scared of horses?

“Spit it out, then.” Geralt grumbled in his brash manner, though you could see in his amber eyes he was veiling his annoyance over true concern. Perhaps you wanted to leave him, he had expected nothing less. The two of you had only been friends a matter of months, but everyone always tires of him and his lifestyle eventually.

He knew exactly what was to come out of your mouth.

I don’t want to know you anymore.

“I’m scared of horses,” His head whipped up to meet your sullen eyes. Your face painted that of deep embarrassment, avoiding his gaze and poking at the fire with a frown.

“What?” He bit, the confusion of the sentence clear as a bell in his tone. “What do you mean? It’s a horse.”

Your face flooded with heat that surely hadn’t come from the camp. The way he said it made it sound such a foolish fear to have. And it was, you supposed. Roach had never made any move to harm you or anyone else for that matter. But the idea of being atop such a muscled beast and giving her full control of whether she throws you off her or not made you frozen to the bone.

“No shit,” You snapped, though all rebellion died in your chest as you accepted the fact he was clearly judging your fear of such a harmless creature. “I know it sounds ridiculous, I just always have been scared of them, alright?”

Geralt pondered with a frown. Not even his usual ‘Hmm’ made an appearance, and so the two of you sat in silence. You feeling more foolish by the second, and him thinking fast of how to get through this problem of yours.

Until he stood up brashly, walking over to his furred companion. You thought for a moment he was going to leave you here alone, thinking he stood much better chances with someone who was not so cowardly. And how could you blame him? You would hate to be stuck with someone so fearful when it came down to such a hostile environment.

“Come here,” The behemoth man commanded, though he did so as gently as his rumbling voice would allow.

You stared after him, eyes flicking to his outstretched hand, following his figure up to the calm mare that seemed unbothered by her owner's close proximity.

You hesitated for a moment, before standing and following his orders. Slowly taking steps towards the two, Geralt caught the moment your breath died in your throat as Roach grunted as horses normally do. He saw the way your fingers clenched at your side and your step faltered.

He lowered his hand to calmly take yours in his large grasp, gently tugging you towards him and Roach despite the way he felt you resist.

“Geralt-” You protested, her long snout seeking out your new smell and blowing hot air in your face. You tried stepping away from her, but Geralt’s body encompassed yours and forced you in place. His one arm stayed holding your wrist easily, while the other came around your body to push her snout away from your face softly.

“She’s just curious about you, is all. She won’t hurt you,” Geralt tried to soothe you, feeling his strong heartbeat pressing against your spine. He began shuffling you forward under her neck with a strength you still tried and failed to resist against.

“Geralt, please,” The panic was clear in your voice. You didn’t like horses and never would, and this kind of close exposure to them may have worked for some but only made you more on edge.

“Just trust me,” He whispered in your ear tenderly, lifting your arm up to her muscled chest. Your hand met her soft fur, her skin quivering momentarily at the contact though she showed no sign of upset, and his large hands spread your palm out onto her own heart beat.

“Horses' hearts beat much slower than yours, did you know?” He murmured, keeping you tucked under her head and in front of him. You shook your head, feeling your own chest pounding at the proximity to such a beast. “Witchers hearts beat even slower than that,” His breath was close to your ear now, as was Roach’s on your opposite side. You felt as if you were being squished in between the two of them, their breaths synchronising as they rolled down your spine in equal parts heat and chill. For every other beat of Roach’s heart came Geralt’s reverberating strongly in his chest, and it was then that you realised what he was doing. They sounded the same, horse and man. Hearts beating alike, breath swarming your senses gently, no danger to be found.

If you should be worried about anything on your journey, it should be the monster-slaying beast that stood behind you that caressed your hand so kindly, and whispered in your ears that made your breathing stutter.

This time when Roach nickered in your direction, you felt little fear, atleast half of what you’d had before. There was nothing to worry about when you had a man like Geralt guiding you.

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mayfieldss · 1 year

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this is a bit of an angsty request but could you do a jj x reader where the reader is kinda in the middle of a kook/pouge but is diagnosed with an aggressive leukemia? jj visits her during treatments and when she starts to loose her hair helps her shave it? maybe altnerste endings with mourning/survival? but if you’re not comfortable you don’t have to do it!

I've never written something like this before, and i have to admit it was an emotional challenge. I did some research to try and get details right because I wanted to do this justice for you. I hope you like it, and I'm sorry if you or someone else you know is or has gone through something similar. Lots of love, your author, Eva xxx

the alternate ending is posted here!

Would it not kill to say goodbye? - JJ Maybank

Content warnings: mentions of chemo and its after effects (throwing up, losing hair, etc.) Mentions of death / dying.

"When I scream, you're my echo. Will you cry if I let go?" - Gracie Abrams

When you were first diagnosed, JJ was with you. You'd been sick for a while, and it was bad. You knew that much, but when they told you what was wrong, it was like the world stopped spinning. Like someone hit pause, and you were left to sit and breathe in the news you had just received. You had leukemia, and it wasn't at all kind to you.

But JJ had been with you, and while you sat processing the news, he held your hand. "You've got this, okay? You're gonna fight it." That's what he'd said to you, trying to keep a reassuring smile on his face. You never told him how you saw the way his lips faltered, how his eyes welled up with tears. You let him be strong for you because you couldn't handle anything else.

JJ wanted you to try everything. Every treatment he could find on the internet, he would broach to your parents, who, as kooks, had a large expanse of money to spend on your wellbeing. Your parents liked him, despite JJ's famous last name, and his Pogue upbringing, they saw how much he cared. Whether they tolerated him just because you were sick or because they really felt something decent for him, you didn't know, but you knew you needed him. And he needed you. He would tell you late at night when he would stay with you, say those three words when he thought you were asleep. "I need you."

When the cancer became your new normal, it seemed like everything might be okay. Just because the routine you fell into made it seem like it would last forever. It might last forever, but at least it wouldn't kill you. Of course, that fantasy didn't last long, and it would hit you just how sick you were with every chemotherapy session you went to.

JJ would visit you during treatments and talk piles of shit about Topper and Rafe that would get you smiling again, but deep down, he was losing it. Hearing the beeping of machines, inhaling the overly sterile scent of the hospital every time he went to your treatments, it was damn near impossible for him to keep it together. But he did, for you.

"How you feeling today?" He dares to ask it, eyes scanning over you and begging whoever can hear his thoughts to give him back the you that came before the cancer.

You're tired, and when you blink your eyes stay closed for longer than they should. "Fine, Jay."

The words come gently from your lips, but that doesn't stop them from cutting like a knife. They tear apart the inner most pieces of JJ because he knows they aren't true. Because he knows you're lying to him. "You can tell me if it's bad, you know." He reaches a hand out, placing it atop your knee. You smile, and that's all you do. That's all you're willing to give him, and JJ lets it sink in. That smile, that once upon a time was brighter.

Two nights later, JJ gets a call. It's you on the other end of the line, with voice shaky, and he can hear you shuffling about through the phone. "Can you come over?" You sound scared, and that, in turn, terrifies JJ.

"Y/N, what's going on?"

There's a pause, and JJ thinks maybe you've passed out before he hears you exhale. "Can you just come over?" Your voice echoes, and JJ knows you're in the bathroom now. He's already halfway out the door when you ask again, jumping on his bike and shivering in the nights cold air. "I'm on my way, baby."

And he is. After hanging up, he's at your house in ten minutes, which was nearly impossible unless he was speeding, which, of course, he was. He's willing to risk crashing his bike for you a million times over, and when he pulls up, skidding up the driveway, your parents are at the door. They stand solemnly in wait, and that makes JJ's heart beat so much faster than before. How bad is it? Is this the end? He's being dramatic, he hopes, but as he approaches the door, jogging up to your parents, the thoughts race.

"Is she okay?" They're the first words to leave his lips, and he has to admit he's looking straight past your mother and father and into the house, hoping to see you over their shoulders.

"She asked for you. She wouldn't let us help her." It's your mother who says it, and she glances at her husband, tears in her eyes. "She's upstairs."

JJ tries his best to acknowledge them, a nod what he gives in response before your parents’ step aside, and JJ rushes into the house to find you. He takes the stairs two at a time, calling out your name and not caring about waking the neighbours in the quiet of the night.

He finds you in the bathroom, sitting on the edge of the bathtub with wet cheeks, tears still escaping your eyes. You've got a clump of hair in your hand, and upon seeing it, JJ understands his purpose here. He gets why you called. He knows why your tears fall relentlessly. You're losing your hair thanks to the chemo, and the problem with that is that now it feels real. It feels real to you and JJ, and with every second of silence that passes, that fact sinks further into JJ's bones. You really are sick, and it's starting to show.

"Hey baby, what you got there?" He knows what it is. You know he does, too, as he comes to sit beside you on the edge of the tub.

"My hair." It comes as a sniffle, JJ pulling you into his side with an arm over your shoulder.

"You want me to glue it back on?" JJ asks, squeezing your bicep and feeling a heavy breath leave him when you rest your head on his shoulder. You're quiet for a moment, and JJ lets you be, sitting in silence with you until you can find it in yourself to answer.

"I wanna shave it all off." It's sudden, but JJ doesn't act surprised. It would have had to happen at some point. You both knew it.

"You sure?" His voice is quiet, and he's staring at the tiles on the wall opposite him, trying to hold onto the fact you're still here. The cancer hasn't taken you yet. You nod, head moving against his shoulder, and JJ reminds himself that your loss of hair doesn't mean you're getting worse. It's a side effect of chemotherapy, the thing that's helping you fight this. You're fighting this.

"Okay," JJ stands slowly, giving you time to part yourself from him so he can do so. "Let's chop off those locks." He tries for a smile, and when you send him one back, he feels better. He hopes you do, too.

"So, you're going for a Professor X kinda vibe here, right?" You're situated in front of the mirror now, JJ, behind you with his head on your shoulder and his arms around your waist. You laugh at his comment, no matter how insensitive, because you know he means well. He always does.

"I was thinking more Vin Diesel, but Professor X could work too." JJ kisses your neck as you say it, the touch tickling as his hair falls into his face just a little. You feel loved, and that is the best thing you could ask for in this moment.

"You ready hairdresser?" You tap JJ's forearm, and he squeezes you just a bit tighter, lips pressing to your cheek to give you yet another kiss.

"Oh, I'm ready, babe. I have such a vision for your new look. You're a wonderful muse."

Grabbing the scissors and hair clippers is the first step, and it takes a little longer than it should to find the tools, most likely because you're avoiding the places where such things will actually be, but finally you end up back in front of the mirror again, JJ at your side as the hair clippers buzz in his hand.

"Ready?" His voice is steady, reassuring, and you nod to him with a smile.

"As I'll ever be."

When it's done, you're smiling. You're smiling and you're laughing. In fact, through the entire process of buzzing your hair off JJ had been making you laugh until your ribs ached with the weight of it all. You'd squealed with nerves and ran around the small space of the bathroom, and you'd kissed JJ until you could hardly breathe. Never in your life did you think it could be possible to find joy in shaving your head because of something so horrible as cancer, and yet here you were finding peace with it all. Of course, there were moments. Times when you'd pause your laughter to run a hand over your head, which now lacked the expanse of hair it once had. But then JJ would make some sort of comment, a joke that had you giggling again. Or he would dig his fingers into your sides, distracting you with the art of tickling. And when none of that worked anymore, he was serious. It was quiet, and you stared at yourself in the mirror, all your hair at your feet, and JJ stood at your side, looking at you and only you.

His smile is one to die for, and while it's not as wide as usual, it's there, small, sweet, and genuine. "You're so fucking amazing." His words bring your attention to him, and when your eyes lock with his everything feels all right. At that moment, everything is all right.

When you leave the bathroom to face your parents, arm around JJ's waist and his over your shoulders, their jaws drop. They knew what you were doing of course and had offered to help you themselves, but you asked for JJ. You always would. Their mouths fall open nonetheless because even though they saw it coming, they aren't used to seeing you like this. Still, when they find it in themselves to close their gaping jaws, there is a smile on their faces. It's easier for them now, not to cope with, but to understand.

They tell you just how great you look, and JJ agrees with them, kissing the top of your newly shaved head as you move to the living room to watch TV. JJ will stay for a while, keeping you company with your newfound self, and soon he'll leave, but only if you ask him to. He'd stay with you forever with only the clothes on his back if he could, and you've given him the chance to do so for now.

Over the next few months, you get worse, fatigue taking over your body as it grows weaker by the day. The chemo hardly does a thing to push back the cancer, and for a while, you ignored that fact. Everyone did. The Pouges, your parents, you, and JJ acted as though it was a simple misunderstanding between you and the sickness and that you'd sort it out as soon as you could get in touch with it. You'd find Leukemia's number, call her, and explain just how she was affecting you. She'd apologise, and finally, the cancer would leave. But of course, that's not how it works. And so, as you got sicker, everyone grew sadder, you included. It's not as easy to live out your final days happy like in the movies. The characters smile, travel the world, make love, and make peace with everything they've ever broken. But it's not that easy, and you don't think it ever will be. Your life is not a film that you can put a joyful filter on, but it is your own, and as you descend into madness, you write letters. It's hard to do, but if you get to control anything about your death, it'll be this. Your final words to all the people that matter. And so, you write. One for your parents, one for each of your friends, kook, and Pogue alike, and of course one for JJ. It's a fallback, a safe way to go, in case you don't have time to say goodbye to any of them, and it means a lot to you.

JJ doesn't want his when you give it to him. He pushes it back into your grasp, turning away with hands pulling at his hair. It's devastating to see, and as JJ stands there unable to look at you everything seems a whole lot worse. "You're not gonna die, Y/N." he rests his forehead against the wall in front of him, and you stare at his back, the muscles tensing and relaxing over and over under the fabric of his shirt. "You're not dying, you're just not."

You would walk to him, but you don't have the energy, and you're not sure you ever will again. "JJ, I am. We have to accept that." You hear him suck in a sharp breath as you say it. "Please, Jay. Just take the letter and read it once I'm gone."

He doesn't say anything. JJ just stands there, facing the wall as he cries. He does it silently and refuses to show you his face. He doesn't want you to know, and he sucks in every sob, keeping his body as still as possible so you don't see the heaving of his chest. He's broken, and he can't lose you, not yet. But he can't say anything, and he can't accept the letter. When you speak again the tears burning against his eyes fall faster.

"I know we didn't turn out the way we were supposed to, but this doesn't change the fact that we were something. We were something great, and after I'm gone, I want you to remember that. So, please JJ, take the letter." That sends JJ over the edge.

"We are something great, Y/N. You're using past tense as if you're already dead! Like you don't want to fight this anymore!" His words come fast, pouring from his mouth like a fountain of all his worst fears. "Why won't you fucking fight this?" He's turned to face you and his face is red with the pain of his anger, his sadness, and everything in between. He needs you, and he can't just let you stop trying.

"I don't want to fight this anymore, JJ. It's not worth it."

"Oh," JJ lets out a frustrated laugh, one that rings out across the room. "So living just isn't worth fighting for?" He knows it's not your fault you're sick, and he knows you're in pain, but he is too.

"JJ, it's not like that." You don't bother shouting back, you can't. Instead, you pull a blanket over yourself and lie down, turning to face the inner side of the couch you're on with your back to JJ. The tables have turned now, and something clicks in JJ's mind. He's losing you before you're even gone.

Slowly, JJ moves to the couch, a hand placed on your shoulder as he crouches down beside it. You're quiet, but you don't tell him to back off. You don't think you've got it in you to tell him to leave because every bone in your body wants him near.

"Please, don't give up princess. Don't give up on us." He pauses and presses a kiss to the part of your arm that isn't covered by the blanket. "Don't give up on yourself."

Somehow, that changes everything. Those words, that gentle touch from JJ enough to get you crying, but trying again, to fight whatever cursed thing coursed through your veins. You didn't want to, you'd wanted to let the leukemia take you far away from it all, but you thought maybe you could give it one more shot, and if it kills you, you've written your letters, you've said goodbye, and you've sure as hell tried.

You go to more treatments, pushing through them with JJ by your side. It's hard, and you feel worse with the effects of the chemo, but with each day you see a difference in JJ. He's hopeful, and while you don't feel the same, you feel better that you can give that to him—that hope. But at the same time, that hope is what kills him when you go. It rips him up inside when the day leans over him, the day that you finally quit, your body giving in to its fate.

He gets the call early in the morning, a call from your cell that rings loud in the quiet night. He picked it up faster than he'd done anything ever before, and regrets it when he does. On the other end of the line is your father, and with pain in his voice, he breaks the news. It tears JJ up inside, every part of it breaking him into pieces that no one will be able to find for years to come. He cries, and he punches a hole through his bedroom wall, but none of that will bring you back. And after a day or two, he finds the strength to pick up your letter and read it. The words grace the page in rushed and messy handwriting, every sentence engraving itself into JJ's mind. He reads it over and over and lets the last of your words sink in. Words that say you love him, that you want him to find happiness, and that tell him not to dwell on the past. He takes them all to heart, keeping them close, and though it will be hard, he'll keep going. He'll keep fighting because you couldn't anymore, and he'll love you with every piece of himself until he can see you again, whether that be in another life or in his dreams. JJ has a lot of regrets in his life, but none of them have been, and ever will be, you.

the alternate happy ending you requested here!!

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fairydares · 8 months

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Gruvia Fan Content Prompt Idea List

well, some people seemed interested when i said i'd make a post with a list of Gruvia fan content prompts, so I'm making it! I'll warn you, though: I don't really like the way ideas are shared on typical prompt lists so mine might not be to you guys' tastes:

AU where Juvia joined Fairy Tail first and was the one to inspire Gray to join the guild. Some of you might recognize this as a previous post of mine, where the idea is more fleshed out, but I don't mind at all if anyone else takes it as a prompt and uses the idea to write their own story.

Gruvia-centric Stone Age Omake fic. There's tons for Nalu but only one I found that's Gruvia, Learning to Love by starryfairyjedi, which is excellent but the author hasn't finished it quite yet.

Pregnancy fic. ik ik, another unoriginal idea. There are tons of these, but I think that's true for a reason. A scenario where Juvia accidentally gets pregnant forces Gray to commit in a way he avoids throughout the series. Plus also that guy just has a ton of untapped worry-wort dad potential. It's tragic, really.

Forced to live together. Who doesn't love these kinds of fics? As for why Gray and Juvia have to live together...maybe Fairy Hills got destroyed during Alvarez or by another Dark Guild, and when Gajeel offered to let Juvia stay with him, Gray stepped in to offer up his own place in a moment of irrational jealousy. There's a lot of potential for humor with Juvia's various Gray paraphernalia, plus it would be a chance for them to address feelings about their previous cohabitation.

Playing off the last one: AU where Juvia's an informant targeted by the mafia and Gray is the FBI agent tasked with protecting her. Therefore, they are forced to live together in a safe house.

Grease-esque AU. Juvia could be one of those rollerskating waitresses and Gray and Natsu could be race car drivers/rivals. Sides of other pairings would work well with this one, like if Lucy and Erza were also waitresses.

Juvia meets Edo-Greige somehow. This would be so cute! How would she wind up meeting him? Well...i don't know, lol. It'd be interesting if she wound up in Edolas accidentally and Gray had to go rescue her. In the meantime, she could interact with Edo Gray and Juvia, also...that's a moment we never really got to see in the series.

Juvia and Lyon wind up paired for a mission and Gray follows them out of jealousy.

Assassin AU where Gray's the assassin and Juvia's the target. Good potential for a steamy fight scene and ultimate cuteness when Gray refuses to kill her.

Pirate and Mermaid AU. a lot of fics have elements of this dynamic but i don't think i've seen one that's really Gruvia-centric and about the love story. would make a great oneshot or short multichapter fic imo.

Juvia's a nymph who cares all alone for her forest since the other nymphs died, until one day, an Ice Demon Slayer, injured in battle, drifts into her forest via river on a slab of wood. The forest urges her to kill him, but Juvia is unable to kill the first man she's ever seen. While she nurses him back to health, they fall in love. Lots of potential for romance/humor with the whole "Juvia's never been around people, especially men, and doesn't get personal space" thing, a bit like the Stone Age Omake idea.

MHA/BNHA AU where they meet as heroes-in-training or young pro heroes in the field.

Fake Dating. Kind of a sucker for these, ngl. Would be even better (in my personal opinion) if it was an AU so this was how they met.

UFC/MMA AU. Few different potential ideas with this one. Could be Juvia falling in love with Gray from the audience while he fights Natsu, a mixed-gender version of the UFC where Gray and Juvia fight each other, or Gray gets a crush from the audience watching Juvia fight someone (I'd personally love to read this one).

Gray and Juvia meet as kids. Would be really cute if little Gray comforted Juvia about her rain.

Robin Hood AU. The Fairy Tail ethos goes well with Robin Hood's. You could have it where Juvia serves as a knight for King John (/Jose?) but abandons the kingdom for Robin Hood's cause when she meets Gray.

If I think of more, I'll add to this list or maybe make another one! Feel free to use any of these/apply them to any ship. I'd love if you lmk you used one of them or tagged me or whatever, but if you're not comfortable with that you don't have to. I may use my own prompts one day, too, especially the Stone Age Omake ones, the nymph one, and the Edo Greige one. I'm totally fine with us having written the same idea if you are.

See also this set of romantic prompt lists. Actually, just see their master post of prompts, literally my favorite blog for this sort of thing.

#fairy tail #gruvia #gray fullbuster #juvia lockser #jerza #nalu #gajevy #fraxus #miraxus

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ihni · 9 months

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖

Ooooh, how fun! <3 Thank you! I've gone through my fics and I'm gonna do 5+1, because why not, right? Seems fic approporiate, in a way. So, here goes:

Over the edge, 16K. (Because it's a scenario I've wanted to write for YEARS and I finally did, and I had a blast writing it! Muahaha!) “You’re still on probation. But if you behave this weekend, we might –“ “‘Behave’?” Billy snorted. “I’m not a dog, Henderson. What do you want me to do? Sit? Roll around? Be a good boy?” His voice was dripping with sarcasm, making Steve snort beside him. Dustin drew himself up to his very unimpressive height in the back seat, puffing out his chest. “Well you can start by not killing anyone!” “Ki– Jesus Christ, kid, I’m not gonna kill anyone!” “Well you almost killed Steve before –“ Here, Billy glanced over guiltily at Steve, who shook his head slightly as if to say it wasn’t a big deal, “– and you have a history of violence. You can’t fault us for making sure!” “Whatever.” “You promise?” “I can’t believe I’m doing this. Yes, kid, I promise I won’t kill anyone.”

Birthday boy, 8K. (Because I've never had so many people telling me a fic made them cry ... don't worry though, there are happier follow-ups!) Neil gives Max a benevolent nod. “You can go.” Max shoots up from her chair, a big smile on her face. “Really? Thank you, I –“ “You can go to the party, but not the sleepover. I want you home at eleven, at the latest.” Trying not to grimace, Max nods. It’s better than nothing. “And of course, Billy will go with you.” “What?”

At least an assist, 8K. (Because it's an alternate first meeting between our boys, and it was fun to imagine an opposite to a meet-cute - also Billy's tied up for most of it, which is always a plus!) “Dude,” he said, more baffled than angry. “Did you just try to bite me?” “I’ll do worse than that if you untie me,” Hargrove growled, as if making threats from the position he was in was somehow normal. “Yeah, because that makes me want to untie you,” Steve snarked back without thinking. Then he sighed and dragged a hand through his hair. He didn’t sign up for this shit. “Listen, yes this sucks, but it’s only for a couple of hours. Why don’t you just chill?” “I’ve been fucking kidnapped, you fuck! I’m supposed to play the finals right now, not kick back and relax while being fucking tied to a chair!” or Steve's teammates kidnap the opposing team's star player to secure a win in the finals. The star player in question is not impressed.

Fast and Frightening, 20K. (This whole fic was born from a chat about possessed cars, and because both me and DearDMVZ quite agreed that Billy would look very fetching tied to the hood of his Camaro while it's racing through the roads outside of Hawkins at night.) There's some seriously fucked-up shit going on. Billy crashed his car, was attacked by some kind of monster, escaped, ran into someone who looked just like him, punched that guy in the face, escaped again, and ended up on a random road somewhere outside of town. And now his own car has turned against him. In short, Billy's not having a good time.

Sleeping Beauty Retold, 8K. (Because I went to town on a fairytale AU and I really fucking like it, still.) Once upon a time, there was an evil king. The king married a woman who had magic, and used her to stay young and strong. To attain true immortality, though, he would have to sacrifice their child on the child's eighteenth birthday. Only, the queen thwarted the king's plans - she stoles the child away in the middle of the night and sent him away, to be raised far from the castle, so that he would be safe. The king never stopped looking. And one day, the child - who had grown up into a young man - was found.

Again and again and again and again, 4K. (Bonus fic, because if I'd had time I would have written 80K of this, I love the concept a LOT. Basically the boys being stuck in a time loop together.) It is Sunday, November 4th 1984, and it’s been Sunday, November 4th 1984 like, fifty-two times now. Fifty-four? Over fifty, at least. Billy’s lost count, which is depressing in itself.

#ihni writes #fic rec #yeah i'm reccing my own fics #thanks for this it was fun!#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington

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Hello!! I love your analysis sm 🖤🖤

Also happy birthday!!

I was wondering if you could analysis the scene in the first book when Alina and the darkling are in the queen's sitting room? Also, in the second book the scene where the darkling impersonates Mal through the tether? I am curious to know your opinions on these scenes!! Thank you!!

Hello!! And thank you so much, anon, for the birthday wishes!💛💛😍

And I'm so glad that you like my analyses. Really you can interpret the Darkling's scenes and his scenes with Alina in one million ways. He's such an interesting character. And the fact that you enjoy this too makes me so happy🥰🥹

Anyway, back to business. Another anon commissioned me to analyse the tether scene where the Darkling impersonates Mal and kisses Alina, so here I'm gonna analyse their winter fete make out. (Everybody in this fandom have such good taste and it's 🤌👌)

(random but, in the beginning, I thought you wanted me to analyze the scene where Alina and the Darkling talk after the former had her first audience with the Queen. And at the last minute I realized you mean their make out in that room. I'm stupid💀. If you mean the other, former scene tell me 😊)

I already feel this is gonna take two parts as well🥲 (I hope the people that follow this page don't mind me overanalyzing things)

(Part 2 here 🖤)

I'm gonna start from here because this is the moment where the Darkling gives up his hundred of years well-thought-out plan and gives in to desire. After what happened to the lake and realized that his feelings for Alina have taken an unexpected romantic turn, he left. Vanished. Firstly, because he's the Darkling and he has duties to fulfill and secondly because he tried to ignore them, push them out by staying away from her. But, apparently, it was impossible for him and in that moment we see him giving in to his feelings.

From the way he abruptly takes her hand, pushes her fast through the crowd and makes them invisible so no one can see them or interrupt them we can see how much he wanted to do this and for how long. He's like: "Fuck it. I'm going to do it now 'cause I've held myself back a looong time".

I want to comment two things here.

1) I think he brought her to the Queen's sitting room because it was the first room available. The closest one and since he was in a hurry to get it on, it was the first room he thought of. And because he knew that no one else would be there or get there since everybody were too busy crying, laughing and partying *insert screaming remembering how they interrupted them afterwards*

2) He really didn't miss not even one second 😭The moment the door closed he let out his bottled desire. Seriously, for how many months he was holding himself back??😭

Well, my dear Alina, it was nothing like any kiss before because the man you have before you has had centuries of practice. Really his life has been full of this as the author has said.😌

And it's very interesting to notice that even before Alina wore Morozova's collar, she and the Darkling had already a deep connection. "Like calls to like" had already applied to them long before the stag was killed.

See what I mean?

Alina could feel his emotions even though no one else could. So there was already a type of bond, a connection that united them. Their powers and emotions were already entwined before even Alina got the amplifiers.😏

In case you want to know my opinion in this, I believe he's honest here. Morozova's herd was found after so many years of search and the Darkling is in a dark room making out with Alina. His priority, people😏😏

On one hand, he enjoys what he's doing right now because he can finally express his desire after so many months of avoiding her. But, on the other hand, he doesn't like it AT ALL. He even hates saying that line. Because he admits something that he wishes wasn't true. He should desire to go to the war room but instead he's here pinning Alina to the wall.

(Also the GROWLING! He wants to eat her, guys😭. But also he's angry with himself)

Alina, girl, you got it right 👍

Btw, what is it with him and his throat fetish??😭

(Not that we, the fandom, mind)

It's kind of interesting how honest he tries to be. In the beginning of their meeting he wasn't that much but here, I think, he wants to be truthful to her. He tries to open up a little. But still not completely. This is a moment of weakness for him. And he's torn between making her his and going after the stag. Between opening himself up to her and closing off. (He's struggling for real🥲)

Alina can you please shut up with the questions and let him do his job we're dying here😭😭

No hate to Alina, really. But for God's sake just continue smooching without talking.😩

The Darkling taking his time exploring that black kefta. A gift from him to her, a sign that he already feels possessive of her. And here in one of the greatest celebrations of the year, he wanted to show everyone who she belongs to.

No lies detected here, my dear people.😊

But there's something he mentions here that is very interesting.

"I should be planning our trip north".

That says a lot. He planned to take Alina with him to the north and then he would give her Morozova's collar as a gift. With joy and willingness from Alina's part. That was his plan.

But then everything fucked up.

Alina easily believed Baghra's words and run away, so that proved to the Darkling that she's not to be trusted. Add to this that Alina reunited with Mal and started a romance with him and we have the Darkling going feral and forcing Alina to wear the collar and control her powers without her permission.

Back in the tent scene we can see how this analysis is confirmed since the Darkling:

A) doesn't celebrate the fact that he found Morozova's stag after centuries of searching and took its antlers. Instead he sat sulking in a chair and drinking kvas silently.

B) he said to Alina "that was never my intention" when she accused him of making her his slave.

Conclusion: he wanted the both of them to go north together, kill the stag, Alina wearing the antlers happily and then, I think, he would reveal piece by piece his true plans to her.

You know what? I'm about to say it.

I'm about to say it.

Aleksander Morozova has a throat fetish and is a butt guy.

There. I said it.🙂

And it's canon (at least for me🤷).

Also, this moment alone is ten times sexier and more sensual than the Malina sex scene. Change my mind.

The way he wants to dominate her.🫠

One line. One thousand meanings. One iconic moment.

Translation No 1: "The problem with wanting you, is that it makes me weak" a.k.a. she makes him weak and Alina is his weakness.

Translation No 2 is kind of intriguing (and random) 'cause Aleksander always wanted a safe haven for the Grisha. Prestige and respect. So that made him kinda weak too. Vulnerable to the wars he fought and risks he took in order to provide that haven to them. And in the end it killed him (twice).

After this he lets out all his emotions through the next kiss and makes it more intense. He just let go (rip my feels).

Guess what? I need a second part again. 🥲

It's gonna be the last one I promise ❤️

#guys I really hope you don't mind me overanalyzing in metas #don't want to be annoying #this scene has so many underlying. hidden meanings #grishaverse #grishaverse trilogy #meta #shadow and bone meta #darklina meta #shadow and bone #the darkling #pro darkling #aleksander morozova #pro aleksander morozova #alina starkov #darklina #pro darklina #alarkling #anon asks

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iwritenarrativesandstuff · 8 months

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Hello, i was just wondering what do you think of akuhigu as a ship? I mean I'm curious about how higuchi ended up being under akutagawa's direct command and why did she fall in love with that guy who constantly hits her and treats her poorly?! I really want asagiri to explore their relationship and not just show it as a one-sided crush without any explanation!!

As a ship? Erm, sorry no. As a dynamic? Heck yeah.

I'm curious as to how Higuchi ended up joining the Mafia in general. I'm already quite intrigued by the notion that she may have some connection to Mori - she's called into his office directly at the beginning of the manga, she's paralleled with Yosano in the scene where both Fukuzawa and Mori succumb to the Cannibalism Virus. There's been some thoughts on a healing type ability, given that she clearly reached out to an injured Akutagawa to do something. Also I know the story only really focuses on her crush, but she's got so much else going on that isn't ever elaborated on - she works hard ostensibly for her little sister, clearly has a "work persona", and is capable of shutting off her emotions and being cold and extremely professional during missions - remember the way she didn't even flinch at Dazai and Kunikida's ridiculousness? Honestly, I just want more Higuchi in general. She was the first Mafia character we the audience meets - why her?

And when it comes to Akutagawa, I think it's really easy to write off as "he just doesn't care about her at all" but I'm going to be honest - I don't think that's true. Akutagawa ranks above Higuchi, but she actually holds a fairly high rank herself, being his support essentially and able to command the Black Lizard - I sincerely doubt he would've kept her in such a position or have her be effectively his right hand if he didn't at least consider her very competent. 55 Minutes has them work quite well together if you're interested and haven't read it already anon, and I think it does show that he respects her at least a little.

He asks her for her thoughts on whether a captive is telling the truth

They bounce intel off of each other very smoothly

When the bomb goes off, the first thing we see him do is call out for Higuchi

Higuchi wasn't sure she could take out a set of guards alone so she tricked them into drinking what I'm assuming was a drugged bottle of sake to knock them out - Akutagawa thought this clever, and was genuinely amused by it

There's also moments in the series too, however brief. He does indeed apologize to her. He also intervenes shortly before Kyouka tries to slice her trigger finger - it could just be lucky timing but I like to think he intervened intentionally.

However, this does not change the fact that he demands her obedience (his rationale often being "because I said so"), and as you said, hitting her repeatedly. This is. Uncomfortable. I'll be honest I don't like Higuchi's writing in the series and this dynamic is largely why. If you're going to write a dynamic like this we could at least delve into it more and denote some interest - I know this whole set up is likely related to one of irl Higuchi's works (Jūsan'ya) where a woman is persuaded to stay in an abusive partnership because the man she is married to is upper class and provides for her lower class family. Higuchi-sensei's works I believe also have themes of unrequited love, and she chose to focus her writing on mostly lower-class people living their lives in general (at least, this is what I've seen. I'll admit I'm not especially familiar with her works.) The author did fall in love with her mentor and the love was unrequited - I'm assuming this is in part the inspiration here. Meanwhile, we know Akutagawa has this mentality of "cruel treatment gets results", which is in keeping with that ongoing theme of abusers in this series largely having good intent, but god-awful execution that is horribly unnecessary. Akutagawa is a product of his own experiences with this, which he projects onto others. I had hoped that this dynamic might've been the first one we got any change in as his character development furthers... but instead it just kind of got sidelined. ...not that I really fully trust it to be given a proper resolution anyways. This kind of stuff is very touchy to me for personal reasons, I'll be honest. :/

On the subject of Higuchi's crush though, I do think Akutagawa is actually aware. Higuchi's not exactly subtle about it, and I take his constant ignoring and changing the subject as discomfort rather than complete obliviousness. If their dynamic does end up becoming a little healthier, it would be kind of funny if it ended a similar way to irl Higuchi's crush... who grew to consider her like a sister instead. Lol. Heartbreaking for poor Higuchi, but actually rather heartwarming for Akutagawa - to admit he considers Higuchi as family? To have family other than Gin? That would be cool tbh.

#thanks for the ask!#while i respect ships that are just for the sake of writing messed up dynamics (i mean. i like the quails from hatoful)#there are some that just really make me uncomfortable like this kind due to personal reasons #but i'm glad you asked this anon. it's interesting and i think you're right that it should be given more focus/development #i guess i just don't necessarily have faith that it'll be handled well even if it did.#bsd #bsd higuchi #bsd akutagawa #bsd meta #storyrambles

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Books!! Thanks to @officialmood for the tag :)

An estimate of how many physical books I own: Me, staring at my bookcases and doing an estimate per shelf x number of shelves... maybe 500? (and if you include ebooks, then there are 304 books in my to read folder and 339 in my read and keep folder). AND I did a big clear out before I moved last year. And took four bags to the charity book shop earlier this year. I cycle a lot of second hand books in and out tbh.

Favorite author: There are loads of favourite books and I could pretty much go on about most of the books on my shelves, but I think I could continue to lose myself in Lois McMaster Bujold's books over and over and over again. I know that Georgette Heyer books are very much Of Their Time but it is also true that if I ever need a comfort read then I know what to reach for.

A popular book I've never read and never intend to read: Godddddddddd. Liza said Infinite Jest and I also have zero intention of ever reading this. But SO MANY.

A popular book I thought was just meh: Red, White, and Royal Blue. I did not get along with Wolf Hall, but I also didn't get that far into it before giving in.

Longest book I own: Toss up between the Neal Stephenson Baroque Cycle volumes, War and Peace, Samantha Shannon's The Priory of the Orange Tree (although I've lent this out and probably won't get it back), and Victoria Goddard's Hands of the Emperor / At The Feet of the Sun. They're all pretty chunky, without doing any specific investigation.

Longest series I own all the books to: Elinor M. Brent-Dyer's Chalet School series (approx 62 books, depending on which editions you own). After that, Lois McMaster Bujold's Vorkosigan series.

Prettiest book I own: I don't own any where the cover is the prettiest thing I've ever seen, but I do own a queer historical photography book where together the inside and out is the prettiest visual history. Some of my books are v pretty because of the way they make me feel, but that's a different question.

A book or series I wish more people knew about: Maybe Hands of the Emperor by Victoria Goddard? There's a core few of us that feel a lot about it. One of my very oldest internet friends that I haven't seen in years sent me a package earlier in the year that was just a notebook that had reminded her of this book and therefore it was a necessity to share it with me (she was right to do this). I also kind of want more people to talk to about Joan Aiken's Black Hearts in Battersea series.

Book I’m reading now: I'm listening to Jingo by Terry Pratchett, have just picked up the second Sandman volume, and I'm partway through Our Wives Under The Sea by Julia Armfield (although I realised last night that it was too creepy for me to read in bed, lollllllll)

Book that’s been on my TBR list for a while but I still haven’t gotten around to it: BRB just going to stare into an invisible camera, my goodreads to read pile is 462 books long and is only made up of stuff that I own / once owned and is probably not up to date with paperbacks. Let's say The Simarillion, because I've probably intended to read that since I was a kid (and have not yet managed it). I've read 133 books so far this year and yet my to read pile never gets any fucking smaller.

Do you have any books in a language other than English: Nope. I used to own some HP books in German and Latin but I did not keep them. I am not very good at languages, although me and the Duolingo owl are trapped in a daily standoff.

Paperback, hardcover or ebook?: Mixture of all three. Love a good paperback but I am... gently allergic to paper, so sometimes if I've read too many paper books my hands pay the price, and on the whole I do believe that skin should stay on my body, where I've put it, rather than peel off and bleed. A healthy mix of ebook and paperbook in general, with the odd hardback.

People have probably already done this, but tagging @junkshop-disco, @magog83, @dearmrsawyer, and @pennyplainknits.

#waffling on about books

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What are your core problems with The Owl House?

I'm feeling sick so I'm doing one that's weirdly a little simpler. Not simple but simpler. (It did not stay simple. Shocking, I know.) So if I were to be objective, I think the core problem with TOH is ego. I've been saying it a LOT recently on my Discord that "Ego is the death of art." Eventually, once you get your head shoved so far up your ass, you just stop being able to produce something good because you can't even make the statements you're wanting to make. That's the real death knell for TOH. It is so focused on being special and being meaningful that it forgets to be fun but it's also so self satisfied and convinced that its elements are sacrosanct that they don't question how they're using those elements or what they're actually saying. There's a reason why I'm personally happy as an author that I normally figure out themes within my works post figuring out what they're going to be like because my first goal is just making sure the story is COHERENT. And TOH doesn't give a FUUUUUUU- But subjectively... It's the characters for me that are the core of what lost me with TOH and what attracted me at first. S1 doesn't have the greatest cast. I literally brought in a two off antagonist in Boscha to have a third main character in my stories and focused WAY more on the Blights than literally ever including King in Power of Love. But... That is also is fine because just Amity and Luz in S1 by themselves has an incredible amount of potential as well just being incredibly likable. In fact, for all the shit I gave Eda and King a literal day ago, S1 of them are... enjoyable enough. King's joke is well and truly played out by then so I literally could not care about him but he is the best comic relief in S1. Not a high bar but he does clear it. Meanwhile, Eda has enough interesting going on with the curse to make her flaws not as apparent. Lilith is a compelling antagonist and the possibility of her bringing her more interpersonal comedy style into the main cast was exciting. Gus and Willow are barely characters but they're written likably and don't ever do anything truly wrong which could be said about them for the whole show.

And that also just kind of brings up the awkward element of S1. You have Amity and the curse but otherwise... It all feels like setup. Like we're seeing the first traces of these characters but we still haven't gotten a good, deeper impression of any of them yet. Including the world quite frankly. For fanfiction this was AMAZING. Everything was setup to go in a billion different ways, especially with Amity and Luz (individually or together) and it was exciting to theorize about. I tempered my expectations of course, I doubted I'd ever get the true nuance of my own version of Odalia and Alador but... I expected something a little smarter. The show seemed like it trended that way after all. That a bit more care and realism was put into the characters of the show. And then S2A is... more setup. Or just entirely changing characters to new forms of themselves that we still don't really know. All we do know is that they're less compelling. Amity becomes literally nothing more than Luz's girlfriend and how easy her change becomes more and more apparent with each passing episode. We get Momma Eda in one of her like... Two, maybe three appearances as any sort of criminal in S2 and they're ALWAYS motivated by someone else's scheme. I guess maybe not with Reaching Out but I'd have to check. The point is that the firebrand version of Eda is FIRMLY dead. Lilith becomes a total joke who's hard to even give credit to for the curse because Affearances is making her nothing more than a pathetic woman with unresolved mommy issues because... Sure. That's what the ex-coven head is just like now. Willow has ALL traces of either her morality or really any personality just gone for half a season, in part because she has no part in this season. She even insults Gus for his illusions in Escaping Expulsion in a scene where I SWEAR they swapped Amity and Willow's lines. Not that either should be pushing for bum rushing the door but it makes more sense coming out of plant goddess Willow than theoretically smart girl Amity.

And then you have Luz who is acting even more indignant this half season? Like not a lot has changed but the shifting tone is catching up to how they write Luz. How she can so quickly get annoyed at things not going her way or people not treating her like she's special. How she'll use her friends for personal gain. How she needs to be better than everyone else, both in her eyes and the writer's eyes. All while this isn't getting properly getting interrogated by the characters or even a bit of snark from Eda like it would in S1. It frankly reminds me of something I would say about bad porn: It's Barbie dolls being mashed together. They may have a little flair, like this one is wearing a skull hat or this one is non-binary, but as far as real personality goes... It didn't matter. You could swap out anyone and the writers would force it to work regardless. What personality was there was becoming increasingly cookie cutter or accidentally mean and cruel, just like toxic beauty standards. It's not Barbie's fault that sticks on a torso is the beauty standard to America but it also has no interest in being smart enough to make an appealing doll while avoiding reinforcing the worst parts of it.

And like bad porn, the reason this is done is similar. Rather than actually dealing with the emotions and complexities present in the topics and actions that are desired for the story, they make it so the characters just do it anyways. In porn, you get fucking. In The Owl House, you get... Subversion and representation I guess. But like sex with no setup or emotion, you need to only want the face value elements of these things or else you're just going to feel like you're watching other people having a MUCH better time than you while you're wondering why you're there. Also, yes, this is a weird metaphor. It's mostly done I believe. I do want to mention though that this is why my erotica series struggled to have a lot of sex scenes because those books took themselves and their characters and concepts pretty seriously so I couldn't just ignore the characters if they just weren't in the mood.

The fact that the main payoffs are emotional and metatextual statements that are poorly setup is a REAL problem. It has the feeling of a highschooler who's spent too much time on Twitter seeing their seven year old baby sister playing with her dolls and stopping her from doing that to then put the Barbie on a soapbox and lecture their sister about how dolls are oppressing her and having fun like this is awful. It's not just boring, it's literally anti-fun. Worse yet, it's not smart enough about the topics not to feel mean spirited and somewhat misguided in how its doing it. As an example, they wanted good queer rep. Unfortunately, Amity turned into an incredibly bland trophy for Luz, as boring a pointless as any straight female love interest frankly, and Raine is criticized by much of the fandom for obviously existing only for Eda. They're not just turned into a sexy lamp: That's almost their point from go with how little time they AREN'T just about Eda. This all culminates in the real turning point of the series. Now yes, I've said the point of no return is Escaping Expulsion but that episode is more the objective core issue's turning point. It's the show going "We're not as smart as we think we are and so are going to murder some of the elements that are stopping us from doing whatever we want to... But that doesn't mean we're gonna have fun with it either. Instead, we're going to act lazy, bitter and make the laziness and forced aspects of this episode way too apparent as we move on to what makes us feel special like Lumity." For the characters, Yesterday's Lie is the final nail in the coffin. I've talked before about how Vee's callout of Luz not only makes the problems of S2A being awkward with Luz's character more questionable, it throws her entire CONCEPT into question. Whether she ever was made an outcast because of others or because she told other outcasts to go fuck themselves. Why didn't she know anyone like Mascha after all? They clearly exist in Gravesfield. Why was she trying to be a cheerleader when she clearly isn't interested in sports or athletics. At least most of the time. S1 seems really fucking confused about whether or not she's a nerd or a truly basic bitch school kid who likes everything at least a little bit. But you didn't question it until the new statement that wanted to be made with Luz was "We have a dramatic, changing protagonist who is not just a ball of sunshine but also capable of extreme levels angst and change. She's not just another cartoon main character."

Boy that statement is reeking of ego though, isn't it? Especially when the point Luz isn't going to become "Reality matters over fantasy, others are more important than me," but instead her character finish is "I literally need everyone to recognize that I'm the most special person on the planet and I will only properly listen to anyone who is like me since I blatantly ignored everything my mom said until she earned my attention by being a closet nerd." Luz's character finish is REEEEEALLY BAD.

And no, I don't blame this on the shortening. Just look at fucking Amphibia. It has a VERY vivid cast that mostly keep to their own roles that are dictated by their personalities and despite the lack of time characters like Sasha get, the show knows how to sell their personalities, their relationships, what they're doing, etc. like that almost instantly and part of that's because it's having fun. It's willing to take things to the extreme from go. Sasha's INTRODUCTION is convincing someone to turn themselves into a CLOWN and leave their entire life behind so as to make it so she's no longer guarded. You are sold IMMEDIATELY on this being some master manipulator... But then she also saves Grime and her manipulations are through kindness rather than cruelty like most others which reinforces the loose threads we already had on Anne and her's relationship. You can see she's such a close friend... But why she's not a GOOD friend. And you know all of this by the end of S1 where she gets ONE AND A HALF EPISODES. That is frankly more than I can say about, especially firmly, the majority of TOH's cast by the end of S1. MAYBE Luz and definitely Amity clear the bar but that's the main character and her love interest. Not King. Not Eda. Not even Belos, the main fucking antagonist. I could have speculated on him but I could have told you more about Grime through the toads, Sasha and effectively his ONE episode than I can about the leader of the ENTIRE ISLES.

It really does continue to make me wonder why I'm not compelled to write Sashannarcy instead of Lumischa, the two share a lot of similarities after all, when even S1 has Sasha and Anne as so much more dynamic than Luz and Amity. I guess I liked the playground though. There was more empty space for me to play in with my own writing and I definitely will admit that the fandom, for both TOH and Amphibia, have made me feel far more connected to the shows than the actual products. I'm just weird that way I guess and it's probably why I keep ending up here. Where the show has gone fallow on me and I no longer see the characters as fun people with potential but instead just mean spirited Barbie Dolls.

It happened to me with MLP and it happened to me with TOH. *sigh*

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I also have an Amazon page for all of my original works in various forms of character focused romances from cute, teenage romance to erotica series of my past. I have an Ao3 for my fanfiction projects as well if that catches your fancy instead, If you want to hang out with me, I stream from time to time and love to chat with chat.

And finally a Twitter you can follow too!

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faegoddessog · 9 months

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Seventy Two Hours of Bliss Ch. 40/41

Chapter 40: Mangoes and English Oak

Chapter Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, cunnilingus, fingering, sexual mangoes reference, Sex while eating, Unprotected PiV (play safe ya'll) female dominated PiV, Pinky and the Brain reference (lol)

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Series Summary:

You are neighbors with Austin Butler on the Gold Coast of Australia just prior to shooting Elvis. You become just friends because he is taken. However, after he is single again, you both find out just how attracted you are to one another and things get unrelentingly hot.

SERIES WARNING: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, here there be lemons.

Authors Notes: I started writing this while remodeling my kitchen, so that informed the slightly quirky narrative. It starts slow, but once it heats up, it is on fire. I have tried to pull facts from RL as much as I could, but obviously there are some assumptions and flat out dreamy wishes involved here.

Chapter 40: Mangoes and English Oak

Whatever it was that had been built between you seemed to evaporate with the mad fucking, the crying, the confessions and promises. Suddenly it’s like no time passed at all.

You two rummage in the kitchen, half clothed, pulling out what few things were there, clearly you need to hit the market. You nibble on toast with jam and tea with canned pears while leaning on the counter.

You talk about your travels here and how nervous you were feeling to see him again. He talks about how he was anxious to see you too. You both smile at how you felt the same way. It feels comfortable again, finally.

You hop up to sit on the counter kicking your shoes off, closer to his height now. You tell him you have 8-10 weeks, before going to begin the project for Tom and Rita.

“When you go, maybe we can visit on weekends?” he suggests.

“Oooo I like that, or meet in the middle, I do want to spend some time in France and Italy while I’m here,” you say.

“Oh I would love that! We could fuel the French rumors more!” he laughs.

“Oh my god,” you laugh. “We could really keep them guessing! Do we need to address that whole situation soon?"

He shrugs, "It's not really anyone else's business. Let them figure it out for themselves, it'll keep them busy."

You nod.

"Oh! By the way, Marissa called me last week. She wanted me to thank you for setting her up with Kate. She says it’s been a dream come true. I think she may actually be really good at it,” you smile at him.

He moves his body between your legs, sliding his hands to your waist. Your breath catches just a bit.

“It was my pleasure," he says, then hears what he said and who he said it to. He cracks a smile.

You can’t help but crack up, forehead to his chest, suddenly reminded of your inside joke about Chick-fil-A. He laughs too, putting his hand on the back of your head. "Do you suddenly feel like a sexy shower?"

"Pavlov says yes... but the shower here looks tiny," you retort looking up from his chest.

"We could always wait for a rain storm, I've always wanted to fuck in the rain..." he looks outside.

"Mmm, yes please, let's mastermind that" you say, rubbing up his chest to his neck and pulling him down for a slow kiss.

After a long minute. He breaks the kiss, rubbing your thighs.

“Do you know what your schedule will be like?” you ask, trying to handle the mundane in amongst the magical.

“We just finished our mini boot camp yesterday, so we have a couple days off. I am told we should be working only during the week, so weekends should be ours. We’ll see how true that’ll be.”

“It is ok if I stay here, right?” you realize that you hadn’t asked him at all, you just assumed.

“Oh my god Kitten, yes please. I don’t think I could stand it if you didn’t. I need you all to myself for a while,” he wraps his arms around you rocking slightly side to side.

It’s amazing to be in his arms again, almost surreal.

“I’m all yours sweetheart, morning, noon and night,” you look up at him.

He smiles down at you. A wave of awe strikes you. This amazing man loves you. Your mind is pulled to the little black box. You dutifully shove it away, ‘everything in perfect timing’, you tell yourself.

“How long do you think Tom and Rita’s will take?” he asks, thinking about more time apart.

“Oh, geeze,” you reply, thoughts pulled back to the now, “I can't even guess until I see it. Honestly it will depend on how fast materials get there and since it’s on an island, that will be an interesting twist!”

“Then you’ll be done, huh, with your 7 continents,” Austin remarks, “then what?”

“I don’t know,” you shrug, ”I suppose we will see what life lays at our feet.”

“Our feet?” he says with a smile, “I like the sound of that.”

“Of course baby,” you say snuggling up to him, “this, this right here is my dream now.”

“Oh Kitten,” he lets out a huge breath, his arms tightening around you.

He leans forward to kiss your sweet mouth. The light kiss expands into parted lips, while tips of tongues solicit for entrance. Every other thought melts away as his kiss deepens.

Kissing him feels like the oxygen you can’t live without. It’s like you’d been slowly suffocating for months without realizing it and now you can finally breathe deep.

He pulls back from you, looking into your eyes.

“Is it alright if I take you to the bedroom?” he asks in a slightly cautious, but sultry voice, “I think I’m ready to take my time sweetheart.”

You bite your lip and nod. A smile spreads across his lips, like he was worried you’d say no. Silly boy, like you could say 'no' to him.

He leans down and kisses your mouth. His hands glide down your back, snapping open the clasp on your red bra, almost as an afterthought. He pushes his hands between your ass and the cold tiles of the counter. He bends his knees and your legs wrap around his waist, your skirt bunched up around your hips. He pulls you onto him. Your arms wrap around his neck and shoulders, helping to hold yourself on his lean body. He has gotten stronger, you have too.

He carries you, kissing you gently, to the bedroom.

He lays you down on the side of the bed, your bra sliding off. His still undone jeans, underwear and shoes come off and he stands naked in front of you.

It feels like the beginning again, even though he fucked you silly an hour ago. That was different, full needy desperation and all the difficult emotions that had built up between you. But this: this is tender wanting, laced with love and all the feels.

Your knees fall slightly together as you bite your lip. Your eyes are slowly taking in his Adonis-like form from head to toe and back again. Just the sight of him standing above you makes a little moan escape from your lips. Fuck he is magnificent.

He leans down to the bed, one finger tracing up your leg, the hem of your skirt still up near your hips. Its drape drags lightly along your bare and sensitive pussy lips as he slowly pulls the fabric across and out of the way. The barest of shudders slides down your spine.

Then his knees are on the floor and his fingers are barely stroking your lips. He gently pulls your labia apart, stretching the skin around your clit just enough to make your inner lips contract. You inhale an audible gasp. Pushing them back together, his fingers squeeze gently on the outside, near the root of your clit, massaging back and forth. Wetness seeps from between your lips.

You blow out a little moan, fuck he remembers. He pulls you apart again, blowing on your clit. The cold air makes you whimper.

The tip of his tongue runs up and down the smoothness of your labia, teasing at what is to come.

He is definitely taking his time, lips nibbling and tongue licking slowly, but not touching your clit. Not yet.

Your breath quickens.

“Lord, I missed this,” he says, almost as a prayer.

Then his fingers pull you wider, open and exposed. The tip of his tongue touches your clit. You gasp as a zing jolts you. He blows on it, then touches it again. Pause. And again.

He is watching your reaction. His blue eyes peering over your mons with his tongue out long. Fuck, he is gorgeous.

This please. Yes, this please, forever.

Gradually his touches become tip-of-the-tongue undulations up and over your nub. Deeper, rolling his tongue farther down, down, down and into your entrance.

Your breath is shallow and fast, little moans escaping with each new sensation. Then his tongue ripples up against your inner lips. His mouth closes around your clit with pulsing suction.

“Oh my fucking god,” falls from your lips as you curl towards him, hands in his blonde hair, “did you get better at this?”

His eyes open to yours and you feel the vibrations of chuckle against your labia.

“Mangoes,” is all he says with a cock of his eyebrow and a lick of his lip. Then he dives back to the veneration of your cunt.

Thank fuckin’ mangoes! Is there a god of mangoes? Because you need to deliver upon them all your offerings and praise! All hail mangoes, and Austin's tongue!

He pulls your clit into his mouth, tongue lightly flicking back and forth, then suction again. His fingers slide so slowly inside you. He is moaning into your pussy. Your body is curled tight, flexing against his face. Then his fingers curl against your front wall and like a spring you uncoil, deep moans rumbling from your chest. The back of your hands beating the mattress.

Beautiful, sweet release.

He laps at your slit, drinking in all the juices that leak out as you shake on the bed. Then his comforting weight is on your heaving chest. You stare almost dumbfounded into his eyes. He pets your hair, moving it out of your face.

“Ready for more, my pet?” he asks.

You can only nod still panting from your orgasm.

His lip curls up in a tiny smile, his little dimple appearing over the left corner. His hips rock, his cock rooting gently around your snatch, begging to be let in. You lift ever so slightly, giving him room. Then he is barely in you, just an inch or so.

He freezes. Your hips strain up to his, getting him in you a scant inch further. He lifts back, teasing you. Your hips roll and you wrap your arms around him in an attempt to pull him to you. He refuses to let you.

“Oh my,” his voice deep and penetrating, “what a needy girl you are.”

“Uh huh” you nod.

“Do you need me in you?” he says, “is that what you want?.”

"Want, need,” you moan, “please, please yes.”

Slowly, he pushes himself into you. Every inch in and every inch out has your eyes fluttering and your body shaking. Then he stops, holding himself up on his elbows and toes, letting you rut up to him. Writhing against him, your body begs for more. You do your best to fuck yourself on his cock, but it’s not hitting right.

“Let me…,” you say, pushing him off and rolling him over. You stand between his legs which are bent off the bed, feet on the floor. You plant your right foot on the bed next to his hip, your knee bent almost to your shoulder.

Rising up on the toes of your left foot, you grab the base of his cock and sink down onto him with a groan. He can’t really thrust here more than flex his glutes. He smiles as you take charge.

You place your hands on his hip bones, hunching over him like a big cat getting ready to pounce. Your hips start rolling forward, tilting along his length, then pushing down and back in a slow steady rhythm. Each stroke rubs him along your g-spot.

Oh my god it feels so good to ride him like this, to work yourself back and forth on him, angling right where you want him to hit.

His thumb slides to your clit, giving you something more to rub against, something more to moan about. Your hips move a little faster, your orgasm building deep inside He is watching you grind yourself on his cock and hand.

“Fuck yeah, that’s it,” he spurs you on, "god you are so hot.”

His other hand rises to rub his fingers across your nipples.

“Ohmigod, yes, play with them,” you start to flood his dick as the sensations from your nipple shoot right to your pussy. You are so close to unraveling on him.

“Oh lord, you are so wet, you are dripping down my balls,” he moans.

He pinches your nipple and for a split second it’s too hard.

“Not too…” you begin saying, then it unexpectedly pushes you that last tiny bit, “haaaaaa yes, fuck yes, fuck yes.”

You are exploding onto him, the contractions of your core riding him hard. You curl up over him, shaking with how good he is in you, riding the wave of your orgasm. You shake down to a stop, catching your breath.

“Oh gods, Kitten! Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” he begs. His fingers dig into your hips now, intent on pushing you back and forth on his cock. Fuck. You can’t leave him hanging.

“You like this,” you breath out, moving on him, “me mounting you this way, riding you? Yeah?”

“Yes, I do,” he moans, eyes closed, head tilted back. You had forgotten how sexy his neck was. You realize how dominating this position feels for you, you are in control, you have the power.

“You like it when I claim you?” your words coming out of their own accord in lieu of the moans of pleasure you feel bubbling up.

His head raises, lust shrouded eyes meeting yours. He nods, biting his lip. Fuck, if that’s what he wants… a slow smile sneaks across your face. You grind down on him. Shit it’s good, almost too good.

His eyes flutter closed.

“No, no, look at me Austin,” you tell him, pulling his chin. His eyes open, lost in sensation.

“You are mine. Your mouth is mine, your fingers are mine, your cock is mine, your cum is mine. I want all of you.” You put your hands on his chest, pushing him down, nails heedlessly digging into his skin, snapping your hips back and forth over him, overstimulating yourself in the best way.

“Oh fuck!” his pupils are blown, his heart is racing in his chest, he is close to spilling into you, “I’m yours baby, yours! All fucking youuuuur,” he groans out as his eyes roll back in his head. He is so hot when he cums, it sets you off again.

“Oh god Austin, yes, yes YES! ” your clit grinding on to the tight muscles of his lower abdomen as your internal muscles clamp down onto him. He groans, pleasure surging through you and through him. Your bodies are buzzing, vibrating together in shared bliss.

After you catch your breath, you climb off him and sit, leaning against the headboard. You spy the picture of you in your black dress in a frame on the bedside table. It makes your heart melt.

Austin curls up, head in your lap and his arms around your waist. You watch him breath for several minutes, his eyes closed and a relaxed smile touching his lips. He could be sleeping. Your fingers lightly connect the freckles on his left cheek in a curve then down his neck and arm.

“God I love you, Austin,” you whisper.

His smile broadens, not asleep. He turns his head to look up at you, his baby blues shining.

“I have never loved anyone like I love you, Kitten,” he says softly, finger tracing your jawline.

You stare at one another, lost in the quiet of the moment, lost in each other. You slide down next to him after several heartbeats, wanting to feel all of your body on all of his.

“This feels so good, so right,” you remark, snuggling close against him.

“Oh Kitten,” his palm is tapping his chest, “I didn't realize how much missing you weighed on me, how much it hurt. I’ve been living like that so long, the weight of it became normal.”

You nod, totally understanding what he means.

“I haven’t felt this good in months,” he says, ”and it just dawned on me that I don't hurt anymore.”

“Oh my love…” you move his hand and plant kisses on his heart, “never again.”

You spend the next several hours in the ebb and flow of one anothers embrace. You doze, you talk, you kiss, you slowly make love, you shower, you eat naked in the kitchen, you talk, your passion flares in a fiery kiss, you fuck hard, you eat again. In the wee hours of the night, you are both finally spent and curled up together. Just before you fall asleep, you press his hand between your thighs, cupping your mons. His fingertips lightly press against your labia. It’s oddly comforting. You smile and drift into a deep relaxed sleep.

………

You wake up the next day before he does. You sneak out and go buy groceries at the Sainsbury’s down the street. When you come back in, the house is still silent. You peek in and he is still dead asleep. Apparently, waking up early in distress was an Elvis shoot thing.

You had decided to make french toast when you were at the store. You even bought cream to whip, which you end up doing by hand because there was no mixer.

“Awoken by the whisk, I guess it’s better than the whip,” his deep voice resonates from behind you.

“Hey! Good Morning,” you turn around, whisk and bowl in hand. He is leaning against the door with only pajama bottoms on. He looks divine.

“Hungry?” you ask, rising on your tiptoes to kiss him.

“For you? Always.” his hands come to your waist and pulls you into a passionate good morning kiss.

“I’m sorry if I woke you up,” you say when your lips part.

“No, it was good,” his hands remain around your waist as you turn back to the counter to set down the bowl. “I was waking up already. When I realized you weren’t in bed, I almost had a panic attack thinking it was all a dream. Then I heard your racket in here.”

“My racket is almost done and is going to be delicious,” you smile, dipping your finger in the white creamy fluff and offering it to him over your shoulder, he slowly licks it off your finger. A little involuntary moan whispers from your lips.

“Mmm, that is good Kitten,” he says.

“Is it?” you dip your finger in again. Turning around, you wipe it on his chest, just over his nipple.

You lean forward, tongue out, flicking his nipple lightly as you lick up the slowly dripping vanilla flavored sweet cream. Then you cover his nipple with your mouth, gently sucking and biting.

When you pull away, he is watching you from lowered lashes.

“Mmm, is that how it is this morning?” he asks.

“With you? Always,” you nod, looking up at him, “take your pants off and go sit,” you nod your head towards the table.

A look of bewilderment flashes on his face, then he nods, untying the drawstring. Pulling his pants off right there, you see he is half hard.

“Go, I’ll be there in a minute,” you turn your back to him, un-doing the top several buttons on your blouse and kicking off your shoes.

“Yes ma’am,” he does as he is told, watching you.

You cut up some french toast into bite sized pieces, syrup, butter and whipped cream on them. You grate a little nutmeg and cinnamon on top. You grab one fork and bring a generous cup of tea. You walk over and set them on the table.

“Thank you,” says Austin, reaching for the fork.

You bat his hand away. “No, wait,” holding up a finger.

His look of confusion is priceless.

You pull his chair perpendicular to the table, so he is facing sideways. Stepping back, you slowly unbutton your jeans and make a show of taking them and your underwear off. You slide your hands into your blouse removing your bra in the mysterious way all women know and all men wonder about. You lean over him, giving him a generous view of your dangling breasts. You see he has gotten harder with your little strip tease.

Perfect.

His hands go instinctively to your hips as you lean further to kiss him deeply, passionately. Your hands slide around his neck and your legs open to straddle his lap, trapping his now hard cock against his belly. You pull away from his lips, kissing along his jawline and down his neck. His hand slides into your hair to the back of your head, pressing you to continue. His other is wrapped around the curve of your ass, pulling you closer to him.

“Are you hungry Austin?” you ask quietly, deviously. Your fingers slip the last button of your blouse out of its hole, exposing your front to him.

“Um… yes,” almost more question than statement. He is totally unsure of what is happening here, “but…and.. ”

His words hang in the air as you grab the cup of tea and pass it to your non-dominant hand. You pick up the fork, stabbing a piece of french toast. You offer it to him, letting him take the bite off the fork as you sip the tea. As he is chewing you rise up and sink your pussy over his cock. His eyes close for a second as he stops chewing to inhale through his nose.

You nonchalantly take another sip.

He swallows with a shaky breath.

You slide up and down slowly continuing to offer bites to him. His breath comes little moans as he keeps taking food off the fork.

You put the tea down.

Neither of you say anything, eating and fucking is all your brains can process at the moment.

Words would ruin it.

It’s unexpectedly erotic.

Thinking would break the spell.

He takes the fork from you, turning the tables. He offers, you chew. He flexes and pushes into you. Your eyes go wide, then your tongue rolls the flavors in your mouth, then you swallow as he pulls back.

Your breath comes out wobbly before he offers you a second bite. Again and again this slow fucking and feeding continues.

By the time the plate is empty, syrup, butter and whipped cream has dripped unheeded onto your tits due to his having to use his non-dominant hand. One drop is trailing dangerously close to your vulva. Remembering that you don’t like sugar there, Austin places the mostly empty plate on the chair next to him as you finish off the tea. As one motion he grips your ass, fixing you to him, and stands up, laying you back on the table, stopping the runaway drips of liquid sugar in their tracks. His cock pulls back as he slowly lowers his face to your vulva. He catches the drop and backtracks its pathway with a lapping tongue.

The empty tea cup slips from your fingers unnoticed.

He finds each drop of syrup, each plop of whipped cream and luxuriates in slowly licking each, nibbling his own path between each one. By the time he is done, your heaving chest tells him you want more.

He pulls back, double checking his work. He looks curiously at your breasts, realizing that they had been unsullied by thick, sweet fluid. Then he swirls his finger in the plate of cream and syrup, bringing up a creamy mix reminiscent of sweet cum. The idea of it being cum makes you want to tip the whole plate onto your chest.

You watch as he lets it drop onto a nipple, then offers it to your mouth. Greedily you suck on his finger, eyes closed. The taste makes you want to break your rules and coat yourself in it. When you open your eyes, he is watching you suck his finger, lips slightly pursed and blowing out a breath. You are guessing he’d like it all over his cock too.

He pulls his finger out and wraps his talented tongue around your nipple, holding your breast in his hand. He sucks it into his mouth, brushing the nipple with his tongue, holding it in a gentle bite with his teeth.

You moan, your clit throbbing all of a sudden. He pops it out of his mouth and works his way to your neck. With hands kneading and rubbing your breasts, he sinks his teeth into the meat of your neck. Goosebumps spring up along your arm and down your side. He pulls back, running a finger along the tiny pebbles, evidence of your arousal.

Then he is staring at your eyes, soft and full of desire at the same time. He leans down slowly and gently rubs his lips to yours, side to side. Not hesitant, but sultry. You coax him closer with your tongue darting out to touch his soft, full bottom lip. He slowly gives in to your lingual seduction, diving to deepen the kiss. Lips open, mouths press, tongues explore.

It’s hard to tell who is tempting who.

Before you know it, one hand is gripping the table edge next to your head, the other having trailed down your side, over your hip and under your ass. He lifts you just slightly, enough to give himself a straight route to your core. His mouth never leaves yours as he slowly presses into you.

A long whining moan resonates in your sinuses as he buries himself deep in your wet and wanting pussy. He takes his time to pull out, focusing more on devouring your mouth with his.

Then he thrusts in hard, using the table as leverage.

You gasp through your nose, vocal cords vibrating on the exhale, whimpering against his tongue.

Pulling out, his hand adjusts on your ass, almost massaging the flesh of your glutes. Then another hard thrust and his fingertips dig in.

God it feels so good, he is hitting you in all the right places inside.

He continues his pattern of kissing you while pulling out, and digging in his fingers while thrusting hard.

In this moment, he is beautifully masterful in his authority, his immense self control. His energy is all male, but not noxiously so. By taking his time, going slow, every thrust is slowly luring you, pushing you, enticing you to orgasm. Soon your hips are tilting up to meet his thrusts. His mouth leaves yours as he starts to moan in his own pleasure. He seems almost lost in place and time

He has you balancing on the head of a pin, for long minutes as he builds slowly.

Your breath is panting, despite the slow pace. Your hips are vibrating against him, wanting more, needing more. Just a little and you will fall apart.

He leans back, his other hand sliding under your ass. He stops for a moment, watching you squirm under him, a little decadent smile on his face. Your eyes are begging him, your hands are opening and closing, shaking, fingertips rooting at your teeth, not sure what to do with themselves.

With both hands digging into the muscles of your butt, he unleashes on you. Giving you everything you wanted and more.

Your hands fly to the edge of the table, holding on for dear life. The way his hands are digging, massaging into your ass feels exquisite, adding that much more to your orgasm. His cock is giving no quarter as it pummels into you.

The imagined weight of your eyes rolling back tilts your chin up, your throat vibrating with deep guttural groans. Sharp undulating waves roll up your spine, arching your back further and further up with each pass. Your whole body shakes with force of his hips. You ride the high as he rides you, deep and fast.

His scream comes from his gut; loud, resonant, primal. His hands squeeze deeper, pulling you onto him as he thrusts become hard and jerky, eyes closed and teeth bared. His breath holds as pushes deep with little thrusts, giving all of himself to you.

“Oh gaw,” bursts from him as the vacuum is released from his lungs. He stumbles a little against the table, lightheaded.

You pull him down to you, his torso laying on yours, his hands still trapped under your ass. Your chests heaving together, heavy breaths blow across your breasts.

Eventually he pulls his hands out from under you, standing upright. He helps you off the table, now messy with more than just syrup.

“Wow, sturdy table” he says, pulling you into his arms.

“Probably English Oak” you say without missing a beat.

You both giggle, still euphoric.

“Well, that’s one way to have breakfast,” he says.

“Right! It was freakin’ sexy though, more so than I thought it would be,” you admit.

“Yeah, I would’ve never thought to do that… but it worked. I don’t think anyone but you could pull that off though, further evidence that you are a sex magician, wait no, Enchantress” He smiles, remembering that night on the top floor of the Emporium.

“Fuck yeah!” you respond with a giggle, leaning in to gather a kiss from him.

“I’m actually still hungry,” you say, “shall we clean up the table and just like… eat?”

“Yes please! Can I have my own fork this time?” he asks with sly smile.

......

After second breakfast, Austin cleans the kitchen up while you go and actually unpack your bags. You are humming happily to yourself, hanging things up in the wardrobe, tucking things away. There is an antique vanity on the wall opposite the bed complete with a trifold mirror.

You figure you might as well use it for what it’s for and put your hair brush, makeup and brushes there along with what was left of the little bottle of essential oil Austin sent you. You also decide to be cheeky and artfully arrange your collections of vibrators and butt plugs there too, giving the blue sapphire one center stage. The whole thing makes you giggle out loud.

“What’s so funny,” Austin comes in, drying his hands on a kitchen towel he has slung over his shoulder. He’s, again only in his pajama bottoms.

“Tah Dah!” you say arms stretched out to your sex toy display.

“Oh geeze Kitten,” he chuckles blushing a little, “what if someone comes over?”

“Well, if they are invited to the bedroom, then they should know what they’ve agreed to,” you give him a sly smile.

He nods, deciding not to argue with your logic. “Well, in that case,” he walks over to a drawer in the dresser and pulls out his two hanks of black rope, the lube and his own set of butt plugs you bought for him. He hangs the rope from the corner of the mirror and puts the lube and plugs in amongst the arrangement. “There, no holds barred now!”

He grabs you in a huge hug, kissing your forehead.

“What are we going to do today Brain” you say in your best Pinky voice.

“The same thing we do every day Pinky,” he answers as Brain, without missing a beat, “try to take over the world!” He dramatically clenches his fist.

You both giggle, sharing the weird childhood memory.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” you say, sexily, leaning up to press your lips to his.

“I think so” his voice husky, his lips rubbing against yours, “but burlap chafes me so.”

You completely lose it, like in the absurd way that makes other people look at you like a loon. You are laughing so hard tears run down your face, you can’t breathe and you fall onto the bed.

Your ridiculous laughter makes him laugh too. Soon your bellies are sore and you are in a heap together on the bed, catching your breath.

His arms surround you. It’s the most comfortable you’ve felt in months.

“I do want to play with you later today, if that’s ok,” he asks.

“Yes please, anytime is a good time for playtime. What do you have in mind?” you ask, cuddling up to him.

“I have some ideas taking shape, but I think you’ll have to just wait and see,” he says… kissing your nose.

“Oooo, antici……” you leave the word hanging.

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My thoughts on The Witcher/ The Witcher: Blood Origins situation

Disclaimer: This is going to be a long post. I've been meaning to write this for a while. I might do a 2 parts post because it's going to be really long.

Let's start with that stupid, stupid rumour started by Deuxmoi. First, I think it's idiotic to pay attention to what a sh*tty gossip blog says about Henry, especially when they've talked badly about him in the past - they had shared negative blind items with any legitime source, on the style of "someone told me this alleged thing about him"

So let me post first the stupid rumour and then I'll comment point by point:

"I recently got this message and somebody was like, "do you want to know what really went down?" She doesn't say who the source is and if she verified that the rumour at least came from someone who could actually have access to what happened on set; for the way that the rumour is disclosed, it could've been a random person who hated Henry and Deuxmoi took it as legit.

(...)"A lot of unusual demands" which demands? If they're unusual, they should be specific so people can examine if they're actually unusual and he's behaving like a diva. "that made people feel like he wasn't really a team player" this person is talking about Henry in season 1, the same Henry that dehydrated himself to look ripped for shirtless scenes but, sure, he's not really a team player 🙄.

"But in seasons 2 and 3, something shifted" could it be that right after episode 1 of season 2 there was a global pandemic and he had months of solitude to think about his life goals; also he injured himself while filming (such a bad team player, I know) and he might have re-think if it's worth it to keep pushing himself for a show that doesn't respect the IP as he does and that put him on the background except when it's time to promote the show and they use his likeness to sell the final product he's not happy with? "it became really impossible for women to work with, which is always a big problem" even if this rumour is true, I don't see how this could be his fault; as we're going to see next, he's going to be accused of being "toxic" for being a gamer and use gamer language, well guess what? The Witcher became famous through video games, meaning, the targeted audience and the ones who made the IP well-known are gamers. If women feel uncomfortable working with gamers and people who want to stay loyal to the source material, maybe don't work in a show where the targeted audience is gamers and they tend to be opinionated about the adaptations of the lores they love. "But even worse, because the showrunner is a woman" again, how is this Henry's fault? Lauren is the one who agreed to be the person with most power in a show adaptation of a story who became famous worldwide thanks to video games, it's not like she didn't know they were the ones who would watch the show and the ones who she'd have to please. Also, she worked in comic book adaptations before so she can have an idea how passionate (and sometimes toxic) that kind of fanbase could be yet, she accepted the job and all that comes with it. "He would try to overrule her and try to get changes made last minute across the board without her knowledge" so far, I think the only change he made was the lines after Roach's death and, it was because he felt it was an insult to make a joke. Also, it wasn't completely without her knowledge because they had an argument about it before this and she told him to see if he could find something better to say, according to Lauren herself. "(...) The showrunner has to sign off on every minuscule detail down to the bottoms of a costume" this, this is where I want to put stress on. Lauren a few weeks ago tried to deviate the blame from Eskel's death to the writer, Beau de Mayo, because he was the one who wrote the episode -it's worth mentioning that she tried to throw him under the bus because he's the one who said there were writers who hated the IP. She's the showrunner; she's the maximum authority there; she has to greenlight everything for it to happen and, she could've easily said no if she didn't want Eskel to be killed. Also, yes, Beau was the one who wrote the episode but he might have been told to kill an important character in that episode; again, the showrunner is the one who has to supervise everything and if a writer does something that could hurt the story, like killing a character that survives in every other media, she has to say no or change the writer if this doesn't want to. There's no excuse here for her incompetence. This is on her.

"Female writers and directors were suddenly ignored on set, unable to do their jobs" sorry, what?! 🤣 Writers are never on set, their job has to be done before filming the season starts. The showrunner is the only one who's usually on set. As for the female directors, there are only two listed for S2 and one of them said and I quote "Had the pleasure of directing episodes 6 and 7" (source https://www.instagram.com/p/CW8z6KurW2f/?hl=en ) As for s3, the only director attached it's Stephen Surjik -who in the past said how polite Henry was on the set and that he could become a politician because he was so polite to anyone and took the time to greet everyone (https://youtu.be/kcUgoyQSQ1k?t=84 I marked it on the exact time he speaks about Henry)

"He started making comments. It wasn't a sexual thing: he wasn't grabbing anyone or being lewd, but it was disrespectful and toxic all the same." again being too vague and don't give specifics; how was he being toxic? What kind of comments would he make that would make people, especially women uncomfortable? Could those comments be about the script and how unhappy he's with it? He's a famous actor and his reputation is on the line so, yeah, he has the right to speak when he's not happy about it. His indie movies proved his range as an actor but, he prefers to do comic books and video game adaptations, that's his chosen career path so he wants to keep the reputation as someone who cares for the source material and he's going to be outspoken about it. If anyone behind the scenes cannot take a gamer critiquing the work of an adaptation of an IP they love, maybe those people should be looking for a different job.

Then they talk sh*t about him being an addict because he likes to play video games. "He was distracted, he was late, he was obsessive" funny because Stephen Surjik in the interview that I link above said how he was always on time, prepared and knew all his lines and stunts. Also make-up and hair takes him about 2h so maybe sometimes he could've been a bit late because of that. Also, in case this person forgot, he was injured while filming s2, so maybe he could've been late sometimes because he was in pain? I don't know, I assume it must hurt; I hurt my ankle years ago and I was in pain for months. And, again, this could also be a lie because Stephen said he was always ready. Then again with the bullsh*t about gamer language, what language, Karen, what language did he allegedly use that was so disrespectful?

Then back again with the re-writing scenes, I assume it's the Roach scene and only Freya was there and she had no lines at that moment, so it doesn't affect her.

"He decided he didn't want any romantic scenes at all. No kissing, no shirtless scenes, etc" oh Karen, I'm going to fight you so hard on this. I'm actually pissed. As for romantic scenes, he didn't say no romance, he said no romance with Triss; he felt the real love story was between Geralt and Yennefer and he felt Geralt would be loyal to Yen, the fact that there was no romance was a writers/Lauren issue because they went against what the IP says and made Yennefer a b*tch who tried to sacrifice Ciri for power so of course Geralt wouldn't ignore that and just be romantic with her despite what she did. As for kissing scenes, I call it bullsh*t because Henry himself said in interviews that he had no problem with kissing scenes even when covid was (and is) still a thing; he said he'd only be uncomfortable if there was a kissing scene involved and he saw Anya coughing and sneezing, meaning with clear symptoms of covid (https://youtu.be/JldJ9cDzZ1o?t=1081 source). As for shirtless scenes, is it a crime that he didn't want to have shirtless scenes? Correct me if I'm wrong but, Anya didn't have naked scenes this season either. Why is it a problem only if he doesn't want to do shirtless scenes unless they're necessary? Also, S2 was filmed in the middle of a pandemic; there was a hiatus of filming that lasted months where he couldn't go out to the gym and only had a few weeks to properly train in a gym before they resume filming, it's possible he didn't feel comfortable shirtless after a long period without training.

"He wanted complete control over storylines," I think he wanted Geralt to be more than a grumpy dude that says "hmm" and "fuck" all the time. If he's used as the lead actor for promotion, his character should have more screen time and focus on the show. The part about him not knowing about tv structure and budget is bullsh*t. The problem he had was with the script and characters motivations and stuff, things that didn't require the budget to fix; maybe if they didn't go for the stupid Voleith Meir thing they could have afforded other stuff, just saying.

About the "weird alliance" with the witcher writer who was allegedly fired, who I assume was Beau, the one who exposed them for not liking the source material. Could you, Karen, explain more? So far, the only connection I saw was a text message that Beau send Henry after Nightmare of the Wolf (the movie he wrote) was released to see if Henry saw it. That doesn't seem like two people with a weird alliance. Also, if Beau was so toxic, why was he allowed to write the animated movie?

Here's the receipt to the message; the photo was taken by a paparazzi and posted to DailyMail.

"Henry did anything he could to hold up production and cause problems" How? What did he do to hold up production and cause problems? Was it maybe that he challenged a few script points to better the end result? Maybe he pointed out how uncharacteristic was that Yennefer tried to kidnap Ciri and sacrifice her for her powers because Yennefer loves Ciri as if she was her own daughter. Or maybe he thought it was unrealistic that Vesemir would use Ciri to try to create more Witchers, including Ciri herself. There are lots of plot points that could've worried him that it wasn't going to work out and, guess what, it didn't work. Fans hated it.

Ok, assuming it was right about the HR complaints; then, why would Netflix allow him to be in Enola Holmes 2? That was filmed after S2 wrapped. Why would they allow a person who had lots of complaints to go to work on another movie and do a third season of the show he was an assh*le. If this is true, and the part about him sending an email to the entire writing staff (I doubt, even if this is true, that he'd send an email himself, given that even posting on his social media nowadays is a task of his team) if, and it's a very big if, he sent an email to writers, I assume must have been to apologize because he didn't realize he was being perceived as rude or hard to work with.

For me, this is just bullsh*t. Even if this person actually worked there, it's clearly someone, possibly a writer, that's pissed about the Witcher campaign to fire them and re-hire Henry. And, even if this is true, it's definitely an exaggeration as I proved. It wouldn't prove that Henry is toxic but, actually, if women and people there can't take gaming lingo and people are passionate about the IP they love, maybe they shouldn't seek to work in video game-related adaptations -I know The Witcher is supposed to be an adaptation to the books but it was the game who put the IP in the map, worldwide, so gamers and the targeted audience for this.

Ok, part 1 of my rant/thoughts ends here and continues on a new post (I'll edit the post with the link to the second part once I post it)

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snifflesthemouse · 10 months

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Remember waay back when I told you what would happen?

This author told you way back after that now-infamous Oprah interview how it would go, didn't this little rodent?

Like I have reiterated before, the ONLY way a divorce would go down is if KC3 wanted it. Those two will only officially separate with consent from BP, working royals or not.

My source has been right about several things, even if I've tested those things silently. If you hear of a divorce coming, it is because Charles has ordered it.

If you go back and look at all royal divorces, all of which really started with Princess Margaret for this modern era (centuries ago, divorce was traded in for a sharp blade at the back of the neck usually). Look at every single divorce that has occurred. They all happened at the behest of the orders of the monarch.

Whether the Monarch had a choice, or whether it was simply the only way to save face isn't important. The important thing here is to see the pattern present. The Monarch orders divorce.

And do you really think they want a divorce right now? Meghan isn't ready with her transition. She has only just begun to start the distancing.

She could take her dog to the market, which wasn't allowed... but she couldn't take her children that were? Do you really think for one second that she would risk demonitizing their faces by rolling them out to compete with Catherine?

Come on now. Think about what I said years ago. Once Harry and Meghan ran out of steam from the victim narrative, what did I say would happen?

This little mouse said that they would eventually turn on one another because they both would need the content to stay relative.

And I saw my dear friend mention me in a comment today on a video, and I appreciate those who always mention my blog. A lot of personal things are going on in real world, and I am so happy to see that some of you find enjoyment in reading me ramble.

But that video was suggesting divorce based on WME signing only Meghan, her distancing herself from him, all the nonsense about the book and Meghan saying she let Harry "get on with it"... Murky Meg is back with a new video btw.

My London source, who also knows Ashli's old source, too, says that an offer is being worked on for Meghan. Maybe, if this does come to fruition, this is why we're seeing her more alone. But, I have another thought to add to that.

Meghan will ONLY divorce Harry if the divorce would stand to make her better off than staying married to him would. Right now, what does Harry himself have to offer Meghan that she could potentially get from divorce?

Think about the house payment, the security bill, the upkeep, the clothes, the fashion, the cars, all of it. How is it REALLY paid for? They'd have to really be making a ton of money.

Spare allegedly needed to sell 1.7 million copies for the publisher to break even on the $20M advance allegedly received by Harry. But that was a multi-book deal, remember.

Oh, and according to Mercury News, that $10M Archewell donation came from SIlicon Valley Community Foundation. Remember, they donated $3M of the $13M they received in donations?

Money issues are always money issues when you live above your means. That is why they are known as grifters, they wanted freebies.

So, while I am very glad Murky is back with a video, and my dear, dear friend shouted me out to support my blog (that I may be ending sooner than later), I want to stress something from a conman perspective.

You will never cut off your only source of notoriety, money, fame, whatever... unless you already have another ladder to hop to. Which is really the true purpose behind the Flying Pasta Game. She's essentially looking for a backup for when Harry becomes too erratic to control (already is).

If the rumors of them living separately are true, then Meghan wouldn't have as strong a hold on Harry as she does.

And Murky, my friend was right... Meghan will allow Harry to look like a fool through every bit of this because it becomes her new cannon fodder.

I said it many, many times. When you run out of steam from one victim narrative, you must needs find water to boil for another. Harry is just like her. So imagine what a War of the Sussexes will look like when it comes.

The divorce rumors are strong, but we're all ignoring the other two couples being accused of being in straits. Have you all seen the articles coming out recently of how Catherine and William are strained, that Charles and Camilla are strained?

I read an article yesterday saying that Charles and Camilla almost separated in 2018, but there was a deal met. Funny, everyone says MM&H are the next Edward and Wallace, but it would seem that C&C are if you read some of these American papers.

Same with William and Catherine. My source says that people would really be shocked if they got to look behind the curtain and see these people in their element when they're not on camera. All of them. I kind of see it, too.

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(🔴) ... [ NOW PLAYING ] RIIZE-LAND | WE RIIZE EP. 7 !

💬Authors Note: i added a cute wonbinxmaddie moment just for some fun, there's a seunghanxmaddie moment too, but it's not as cute...

"hello." she waved to the camera she was holding. "we're at a amusement park." she walked. "we're here to have some fun, and ride rides — im scared of heights so we'll see how that goes. "

"are you getting on the t-express?" she shrugged. "is it really bad?" she'd never been to this amusement parl before so she didn't know. "stay with me." wonbin gripped her jacket.

"you're that scared." she laughed, watching the boy hide like a scared child. "cute." he shook her slightly. "please stay." she nodded, "kay' i'll stay back for this one."

they walked the line to get to the ride all together. "i hate scary things." she cringed. "i've seen you watch a scary movie in the dark." anton said.

"that's not true, it randomly came on and i couldn't find the remote, and i wasn't watching it, i was hiding."

"are you coming?" seunghan asked, she shook her head. "why?" he said. "i'll get on the next one i promise." she said. "you have to, you promised." you nodded.

"have fun!" she yelled, waving them off.

"why would they ask if anyone wants to get off?" wonbin said. "it means thats how scary it is." she shook her head. "big baby."

"you know we're going to a hunted house right?" she asked. "i do, i feel very worried right now." he said. "you want me to protect you." he glared at you. "why are you so cute, stop glaring at me like that." he tried not to smile, slapping your hand away from squishing his cheeks. "stop." he held her hand down.

"it probably wont be that bad, don't worry." she reassured him.

they waited for them to get back — they returned, full of laughter. "did you have fun?" she asked. "it was so much fun, you should've gone." sohee said, she shook her head. "nah, im okay, maybe next time."

they made their way to the next stop, which was the hook a duck section. "hi." she waved.

"you will pick a duck, it says a score underneath it, take 10 seconds to take out the ducks and you can obtain items starting with the highest scorer, you can choose between blindfold and earplugs, lets do it in age order."

she waited for her turn to go up, fixing the arms of her jacket so she'd be able to pick up the toys, she picked a few getting 60 points.

they decided to spilt into teams, she got shotaro, eunseok and sohee. "the only really scary one is maddie." she glared at him. "im not scared." she said with shaking hand. "then stop shaking."

after being strapped to another camera, it was time to enter the hunted out. "you look like you're in pain maddie." sungchan teased. "shut up." she huffed.

they gave them a rope to hang on to, to stay together. "we'll be back." shotaro yelled.

they entered the dark place, she cluthed the rope tighter. "i hate this." sohee who was standing behind her, put his hand on her shoulders. "it's so dark."

"it doesn't feel good in here." shotaro said. "we're not that far, we can still leave." she said.

the voice started speaking, spooking her. "ah sh- maddie." seunghan stopped her. "im so scared."

"these sounds are so nerve wracking." she said. 'can you hear me?' a voice came out, her eyes widened. 'it's you're turn' they all began to shout, as the voice began to maniacally laugh. "no, i don't want it!"

they continued on, looking around. "this is crazy, i dont like this." she whined.

"unhand me sohee." she felt the boy grip onto her jacket, not even realizing she was doing the same to seunghan.

"ah! please stop screaming, please." she cried. "i don't like this." she said, walking through the plastic.

finally it was over, she finally straightened her back, she had been cowering the entire time. "bro i didn't like that at all."

they met back up with the group, so they could go next. "have fun." she said. "i don't think they'll do well."

they waited for them to complete the walkthrough, laughter when they'd scream. "poor eunseok, his ears are probably hurt." she laughed.

"sungchan-oppa is so quiet." she said.

they got up to meet them at the exit, she watched them cover the exit to scare them.

"they did worse than we did." she laughed as they all came out looking disheveled, except for eunseok. "you guys were so loud."

"let's not do that again." she said as they moved on to the next location.

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yennasun · 1 year

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Prompt where MT takes pills that make him “happier” // if that’s not too bad //

Man that's one of the tamer ones I've gotten/hj

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"This is an intervention mango." Second stated with authority after they all gathered in MTs room unannounced.

"Intervention...? For what?" He asked, looking around at the others.

"You know exactly what. This is a PROBLEM, mango. Y-you need help!" Second said sternly.

"And since you won't take it from us, we want you to visit a professional." Blue stepped forwards.

MT chuckled.

"And what'll happen if I don't?" He asked with a smile.

They all looked among themselves, they hadn't planned on such a response but all came to a silent agreement.

"We're not gonna sit back and watch you lose yourself...if you don't do something soon, you're out." Second demanded.

Purple went to second quickly

"What the hell! That's wasn't part of the deal!" They whispered harshly.

"This needs to happen purple, he won't listen for any other reason." Second whispered back.

Purple looked like they had some harsh words prepared for him, but but their tongue.

"And what makes you think they can help with what I've got?" MT asked sarcastically

"Well...that's not entirely the point. We just want you to do SOMETHING about it, anything."

MT hardened his gaze at the others before pointing at second.

"I wanna talk to you later. Privately." He said as he looked at the others.

They all began walking out but yellow turned to him.

"You got 4 weeks. Get yourself together man, purple..." Yellow turned to make sure purple wasn't in the room.

"Purple needs you." She finished quietly.

Once they'd all left, instead of second staying behind, it was green.

He pulled a chair and sat in front of MT.

He knew he was gonna have to get scummy and pull the purple card.

"Yellow's right, I've seen it myself."

"What? What are you ta-"

"They've been having breakdowns...they think that you're gonna die whenever they aren't around...they think you're gonna just, decided to off yourself...you gonna do that?"

"Of course not! I'd never do that to them!" MT had given green just the response he wanted, not in just words, but in emotion.

"That's not what they think, the thought keeps them up at night. They're starting to go into some bad habits that even I haven't been able to inhibit...don't you think they deserve better?" Green took no pleasure in the things he was saying, even if most of it was true.

If you believe nothing can get to you, then you're lying to yourself.

At best, you're temporarily dead. A lightning blot can reanimate you without a warning.

Needless to say, what green said had gotten to MT.

He said nothing, even after green had left he say in silence contemplating his next move.

In doing so, he subconsciously wandered to things he knew he had no purpose to reflect on.

But it'd confirmed everything green had said.

He remembered how purple would always fuss over him whenever he was having a breakdown, or how purple would have one of their own whenever MT did something stupid.

He saw how listless and tired purple would appear during the day, and how they always wandered the halls at night, even caught them pressing their ear up to his door.

He then went back to greens words.

"Don't you think they deserve better?"

Yeah...yeah, they do.

He'd done so much to keep his problems to himself and deal with them on his own, but purple had always gotten involved somehow...it should've been the other way around with MT helping purple with their issues.

Whenever he felt a paranoid spat, delusional break, or panic attack coming he'd tried to escape the prying eyes of the others. Purple had always found a way to be there and while he appreciated it, it also went a long way in making him feel...guilty?

If he wasn't gonna do this for himself, he'd do it for purple. He'd owed them that much but...

Could anyone fix what was wrong with him? He'd always believed that upstairs was all damaged goods but surely they had something right?

He hoped they did, he couldn't make his problems purples much longer.

Thats all you are...a problem

That was probably a good time to set up an appointment, huh?

He jumped on his computer and looked up one in stickcity, he still had a good bit of cash on him so he could afford to spare no expenses.

He found a top rated therapist on the heart of stick city, looking at her profile he found that she was an Amp as well, and that her powers helped her to aid patients.

Her name was magenta and she'd been among the most prestigious in mental health aid.

He put his information in, paid and scheduled the appointment for next Thursday.

While he waited, he began to note purples behavior more.

They always insited on being near him whenever they could.

One day, MT decided to swallow his sorrow for just a bit.

While purple was standing next to him, he put his arm around purple and pulled them close.

The gesture alone did a bit of good for both of them.

So MT had done it more, spending time with purple, helping them cook, clean, hunt. It didn't matter, if purple was doing it then he was interested.

Even simple gestures such as a pat on the shoulder or on the head helped the both of them just a bit.

Eventually Thursday and come, so he threw on his jacket and made his way to the city from their server.

He went into the heart of the city, where the buildings seemed ambitious enough to pierce the sky and the lights were flamboyant enough to attract tourists.

He found the address and walked inside the the well lit building and was immediately greeted by a soothingly warm-colored interior.

He went to the front desk and the receptionist read his information out.

"Mango, you're scheduled for 3:30 today right?" He nodded

"Alright, just sot down and she'll be with you shortly."

After about 20 minutes, a light purple stick had entered the room.

"Mr mango?" She looked around from he'd clipboard.

He raised his hand and stood.

"Come with me, please." She led him into her office.

She told him to sit on the chair across from hers while she asked a few questions.

"Do you have a recent medical history, or have had to visit a hospital for any reason."

"Only from injuries while fighting." He answered.

"Are you currently on any medications?"

"No."

"Have you ever experienced mood swings from moderate to severe?"

"Yes."

"Have you experienced hallucinations or delusions?"

"...yes"

"Have you ever had thoughts of self harm or suicide."

"Uhm...y-yes."

He was beginning to get uncomfortable.

"Have you ever experienced any periods of dissociation or derealization?"

"What's that?"

"Lack of continuity between memories or thoughts, an overwhelming feeling of nothing being real, the feeling of not being in control of your body..."

"Then...yeah."

She asked a few more questions before standing up.

"Now, this procedure may be a bit intense. If you haven't read, I'm an Amp and my power allows me to dive into someone else's mind to help me gain some insight on the roots of the problem. Are you okay with this?" She asked seriously.

He took a few seconds to think about it.

Do it for them

"...go for it."

She nodded and stepped around his chair to stand behind him.

He felt her hands on the sides of his head before...

Before...

Before he lived it all again, every single bit of it.

He struggled hard and his powers activated in full force, she realized she forgot to tell him that he'd experience it all with her, but she was already in and leaving now wouldn't fix the issue.

While she was in she saw everything, the torture, the fights, the poverty and addiction. Life had not been kind to him.

The only glimpse of happiness she could see was a 9 or 10 year window she saw a son, and even earlier than that she saw his wife.

But his wife had gotten sick and passed away a mere 5 years into their marriage, and his son died in a freak accident he had no control over.

She then saw what his powers would do to him, the visions and hallucinations, the paranoia. It was like his mind had been locked in a cell with no escape.

MT had melted most of the chair and nearly set the building on fire in the process.

Make it stop! Please for the love of everything just make! It! STOP!

He'd finally snapped back to reality and was distraught, he looked around, mouth agape and clearly distressed.

Magenta had seen bad and was used to it, she'd slowly been able to differentiate other people's memories from hers but that didn't mean it didn't still take a toll on her.

MT sat on the partially melted chair with his head in his hands.

Magenta patted him on the back after taking a shaky breath.

"Just sit tight, I'm gonna go fill out a few more forms before writing a prescription plan." MT didn't respond

Once she'd gotten to her examination room, she patched up the burns on her hands with neosporin and bandages before picking up her checklist.

...I think it'd he easier to sort this by what I SHOULDN'T check off...

The guy had issues, that fact was indisputable and frankly she didn't even know where to start.

There was one mental condition that seemed to affect all the other ones; depression.

She began to write a prescription for antidepressants, but stopped short.

"Hmmm...these could cause other issues....mania and anxiety are almost guaranteed but it may affect his already bad spats of dissociation and hallucinations..." She mumbled to herself.

But what else could she do, she couldn't fix the hallucinations and paranoia because they were part of his powers, she could only help him live his life in lieu of them.

Treating the others wouldn't help unless she treated this one first, and she had to start somewhere.

Maybe she could figure something else out while he tested the waters with them.

Or maybe it'll help as intended and there will be no complications, antidepressants could be very unpredictable.

She decided to take a risk and write the prescription.

Afterwards, she grabbed the correct pills and went back out to mango.

When she opened the door, he snapped his gaze to her before relaxing.

He appeared to have calmed down a bit.

He noticed the bandages on her hands.

"Wha...what happened to your hands?" He asked, sounding out of breath.

"Oh, your powers activated while I was poking around in your head."

"Damn, sorry about that."

"You're fine, that tends to happen sometimes. Some powers are only activated by impulse, I also did forget to tell you the downside of my power, sorry" she chuckled slightly.

He put his hand out as though to wave it away.

She handed the bottle of pills over to him.

"Take 2 a day, one when you wake up and one after you eat dinner. They should help with your general mood. Be aware there are...side effects. Come see me again in a couple weeks and we'll continue from there."

He took the pills and chuckled dryly.

"No offense, but do you really think I have enough money to keep making visits."

"You must not have read the whole thing, it's all covered under the first payment, that's why it cost so much. However the medicine is not covered, so if you need more take this slip to a pharmacy." She handed him the prescription plan.

He got up to leave but magenta spoke up again.

"In the meantime, try doing things that make you happy. Maybe spend some time with the purple stick? They seem to make you happy."

He nodded and left the building.

He opened the bottle and took the pill, he only needed one for today since it was already later in the day.

The first couple of days, they worked as intended and elevated his mood.

But after that, the gang noticed some very strange behavior patterns.

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Him and yellow had been talking and laughing, but blue had wanted to ask him something.

"Mango?"

"Hold on a sec." He kept talking with yellow cracking jokes and all that.

Blue tried again but was told to wait.

When he tried the third time, MT exploded.

"Mango..."

"What! What the fuck do you want!" He yelled angrily.

"Woah woah dude, calm down I just wanted to ask you something."

Even yellow was taken by surprise at how quickly MT flipped the switch, in the span of a half-second he went from laughing and joking with her, to frothing with anger at blue.

Another time he'd went from laughing to crying in a matter of seconds and when asked why he said he didn't know.

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There were some times where he'd have so much energy and excitement that it was almost childlike, he couldn't control it the. feeling was euphoric.

He'd always want to do things with purple and was enthusiastic to a worrying degree.

"Cmon purple, let's go finish up that project!" He said bouncing up and down with a big smile on his face.

Those would've been heartwarming to purple had it not been for the fact that this wasn't normal in any way.

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This behavior would continue for days and affected his sleep patterns as well.

Other times he'd just sit still, as though immobilized save for his eyes which always wandered around, trying to make sense of the setting he was in.

His ears rang and his vision was...odd.

He saw other sticks waving at him, talking to him and trying to get his attention but he couldn't focus on anything right now.

It's not real, none of this is it's all fake! The people, the place, the feelings, none of this is real. Wake up damn you. Wake up Wake up Wake up Wake up Wake up!

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He'd also lose control of his thoughts as they raced by him, it was scary, like he was falling down rapidly only to get saved at the last second.

Not to mention his paranoia got worse.

He'd been walking through the hallway when he suddenly bumped into someone, it was second and he spilled the drink he had in his hands.

"Oops, my bad." Second said while he went to grab a towel.

Something in MT sparked to life and his heart began to race. Sweat filled his palms and he started looking around taking shallow breaths.

Oh no...what if he's mad. What if he kicks me out or hurts purple!

"Nonono, it's okay I can....I-I can explain this yeah! I ju-j-just gotta find a way to-uhm...to explain this. I just need to think, think dammit think!" He said as he hit his palms of the sides of his head.

Second heard MT rambling to himself and decided to "lose" the towel he found until he calmed down.

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He began to hallucinate more as well.

Green and mango had been watching TV together and mango kept on looking to the window to his left.

Green started looking with him but saw nothing.

Eventually he decided to ask.

"Hey man, what are you looking at?"

"Just making sure the grassman doesn't move to much." He said nonchalantly

Green stopped, paused the movie and looked at MT.

"The fucking WHO?!"

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Then a few days later, he had a full blown seizure.

Red and yellow watched slack-jawed as MT went from talking to them normally, to convulsing on the ground.

By the time he revisited magenta, he had very few good experiences with the pills but he at least had some good experiences.

He definitely didn't appreciate how they messed with his head.

He told the doc everything and she sighed.

He had it all, symptoms of mania, psychosis, insomnia, mood swings, paranoia; the whole shebang.

"Guess we're back to square one..."

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Reminder to not take what I say about certain menal conditions as representation, I dont have experience with all of them.

I do have experience with some and you'll probably be able to single out those ones.

I did decide to add the grassman joke in cuz it just kinda popped into my head

#alan becker #animation vs minecraft #avm #avm king orange #animator vs animation #avm mango #avm mt #au #ava #usfc #avm purple #avm green #avm blue #avm yellow #avm second coming #Drabbles

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authors note; hi again!

firstly i just wanted to thank you for the love i got on my two other stories. I am beyond grateful!

I decided to try something different today, that I just made up in my head. I do not believe anyone has done this before me, which is why I say "I created it".

Basically, I spin a wheel with a bunch of fictional characters' names. When a random cc has been chosen, I shuffle my longest playlist at 18h and 3min and make a ff based on the song and character. If it's wished that i do a specific character from a fandom and then randomize a song / a specific artist / show / other way around, i'd love to do so! I’m also going to include the fandoms i am (currently) in, so that requests can be made! im not sure how to make a masterlist 😭

character: Jackson Avery

ship: Jackson x reader, y/n used.

song: I'm your baby tonight by Whitney Houston

pronouns used: she/her

warning: not really a warning but please dont cringe at the slight stuttering 😭 also did not read this through, sorry if there is any mistakes!

y/n started her internship at Seattle Greys, while Jackson started his at Mercy West. When Mercy West was shut down due to economic climate and they merged to form one medical facility: Jackson and y/n grew incredibly close incredibly fast.

From the second she lied her eyes on her, she went out of her mind completely.

She never even believed in love at first sight, but it was like black magic was done on her and she wasn't able to escape it. It being the constant blushing once he pushed her jokingly in the arm - the nervous laughter any time he 'recommended' a guy for her to date. The rapid heart rate - it's getting harder and harder to hide.

Y/n had been ignoring him for a while now, going on the second week. However, he knew something was up, and he was definitely not the first one to notice around the hospital.

He had pulled her into a supply room, hoping to force something out of her.

"I know you've been avoiding me, y/n."

"Wh- What?"

"I know you've been avoiding me. Why?" Jackson repeated, placing both his hands on his hips as he looked down at the shorter woman.

"I haven't been avoiding you." Y/n could feel her heart beat increasing already, and how it beated harder. Not only was she caught in HD quality, but they were also standing incredibly close.

"Then why do you always walk off when I come around, then? And ignore me when i try to talk to you?"

"I .. " She started, shaking her head and looking up to the ceiling, trying to think of something to say - buying time, if you will.

"haven't done any of that."

"You are really starting to piss me off here." He squeezed his eyes half shut for only a second while finishing up the sentence. it's true. The constant ignoring not only made Jackson pissed off - but upset too. They were practically best friends, and he found it weird that this would happen with no warning what so ever. He knew he hadn't done anything wrong. He had even gone to Mark for advice, and he agreed.

Y/n just sighed, looking down at her shoes.

"I think you know why I've.. ignored you."

"Oh, so now you admit to doing it?" Jackson removed his hands from his hip, transferring them into a cross in front of his chest.

y/n looked back up, straight into his eyes before shaking her head. It wasn't a 'no' shake, it was just a shake. Her mouth was opening, but nothing was coming out.

"Seriously?" He said, getting even more annoyed now. It was raining heavily outside, fitting the mood very well.

Y/n's mind is suddenly paralyzed with apprehension. She didn't know what to say - what to do.

"I just,"

"What?" Jackson interrupted, knowing it would be a long pause either way.

"It's just that-" She slid her bottom lip in between her teeth. She was wondering if being honest would be the bwst - or if blowing this off like it was nothing was. She felt .. conflicted, like maybe staying here instead of pushing him out of the way and leave was stupid.

“Ah, you know what Jackson… I can’t remember why. Sorry… Must've just been a busy couple of days." She laughed nervously, which caused Jackson to furrow his brows. He could tell there’s something more than just a busy couple of days, and he was definitely going to push it further.

"Days? It's been two weeks! We're friends, but in this hospital we are professionals first and how you've been acting lately has certainly not been professional."

"Fine. Fine!" By the first 'fine', Y/n's hands were up in the air like someone was pointing a gun. By the second, her hands were thrown down and slapped her tighs.

" I like you. I like you a lot. But because I'm a professional, I can't ... Be around .. You." Y/n looked at the floor by the end of the confession, not wanting to see his reaction. She was shaking her head, too.

Jackson was still. He didn't say a word, just like y/n before.

"Oh, come on. Now you're quiet?" Once again, she laughed nervously.

Jackson sighed, putting his arms down as he straightened his back - before he impulsively kissed her. He kissed her as he put his hands on her face. His nose was pressed up against the bit of her cheek that he wasn't holding, as his head was leaning a bit to the side while doing all this.

A few seconds of doing this, he pulled away. Only a few centimeters, close enough to kiss her lips again.

"It's okay, keep going." y/n said, pressing her lips onto his.

They might not get married - have 10 kids - buy a beautiful house together and live happily ever after, but he's hers for tonight.

#jackson avery #greys anatomy #jackson avery x reader #jackson avery x y/n #mark sloan #derek shepherd #greys anatomy fanfiction #jackson avery imagine #rainyamidala #cristina Yang #atticus lincoln #Alex Karev #Josephine wilson

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perfectpaperbluebirds · 8 months

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Sicktember #2

Prompt: Quest for a Cure

Fandom/OCs: DnD OCs (Filius, Gundor, Kandry, Lorellyn)

Words: 2200

Inspiration: None

Author’s comments/background: I couldn’t see the word quest without thinking of my favorite adventuring party, though I haven’t written them since last Sicktember. They just make me happy, okay? This fill is one of the few that didn’t have any prompt inspo this year but I think it came out really nicely in spite of that. At risk of sounding egotistical, I'll say I think it's one of the more poetic things I wrote this year. Or maybe I just have a soft spot for this foursome and this setting.

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Lorellyn threw open the door to the party's shared suite in the inn, excitement dancing in her eyes.

"I've had an idea!" she called. "I think I know our next step!"

Her sleepy companions roused themselves. Filius, who had been dozing in one of the beds, shuffled into the room rubbing an eye. Kandry, red-nosed and sniffling, had also been sitting in bed, but she set aside her books and notes right away, giving the Elf her attention. Gundor had been doing his daily weapon maintenance, but he lay down his ax eagerly, even as he coughed into a handkerchief.

"For th' quest? What've yeh found, lass?" asked the Dwarf.

"Nothing new, not here… but that's exactly the problem. The trail has gone cold in these parts, at least for now. I believe we should travel south, just as we've been saying we should do for months. We each have mentioned contacts in the southern tip that might have information for us, but we are never able to get there when it's warmer. The winter months are the perfect time to go explore that region, before it gets busy for us in this area again. We can start with a friend of my father's, an old war companion, who has a farm in the Way South. I know he has a stake in some of the things we've been exploring, and I'm certain he'd have some information for us. I've found a group of Halfling merchants that are traveling that way, and they would be happy to have us accompany them, so it's all worked out. What do you say?"

Filius and Gundor were quiet, pondering for a moment. Kandry's eyes had flickered with interest at the mention of a group of Halflings, but she looked skeptical.

"I dunno, Lor. It's such a long way. We'd be gone for at least a month. What if we miss something important here?" asked the Halfling. "And you know how dangerous traveling in winter can be. I'm not sure we're… up for it."

The Halfling gestured at their group for emphasis as she spoke. For it was true, one could see they wouldn't be up for harsh travel just by looking at them. It was midwinter, and the season had not been easy on the adventurers. Even before the first snows, Kandry and Filius had fallen sick with the influenza. Both had gotten seriously ill, and still hadn't fully recovered. Kandry had had a series of colds and sinus infections ever since, and her nose was perpetually red while her head perpetually ached. Filius was shaky and lethargic, and still spiked a low grade fever nearly every night. Even Gundor hadn't escaped. He had had some dealings with a local clan of Dwarves and had stayed with them for many days. In that time he fell ill with a respiratory sickness unique only to Dwarves and had been bedridden for a week, feverish and coughing and weak. A lingering dry cough continued to plague him weeks later. Only Lorellyn was spared, but the mental burden of caring for her ailing companions weighed on her also.

Lorellyn looked around at them all with softness in her eyes, then met Kandry's gaze. "We've spent months and months here with nothing to show for it. I think a change of scenery is exactly what is needed," the Elf said firmly. "And the merchants aren't in any hurry. We'll travel easy, and safely."

"Aye, it's a good plan, lass," Gundor said, stroking his beard as he nodded. "I m'self know of some folk who could use a good shaking down in those parts." He coughed roughly as he finished, jerking his head in frustration.

All eyes turned to their wise Cleric, the final decision resting with him as usual. Filius, flushed and heavy-eyed, slowly nodded. "I agree that we need some fresh surroundings to shake the cobwebs from our minds. Going south is as good a plan as any. You have my vote, Lor."

Lorellyn clapped her hands, grinning from ear to ear. "Wonderful, then it's settled. I will write to my father's friend at once so he'll be expecting us. The merchants are leaving the day after tomorrow, at first light, and we'll be right there with them."

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The foursome had never had so pleasant a journey as they did with the merchant band. The adventures rode their horses in the midst of the group, surrounded on all sides by carts and ponies and donkeys. It took nigh on three weeks before the end, for they did indeed travel easy, stopping to make safe camp at the first sign of danger or bad weather, but the time flew. Halflings are a merry bunch by nature, and there was always conversation and singing and laughter. They welcomed the adventurers with open arms, happy for the added protection and new folk to talk to. Kandry at first kept herself separate, feeling out of place with these kinsmen that were so different from herself. They would not allow her to distance herself, however, and their welcome was so earnest that she couldn't help but be drawn in.

It was still travel, however, and the weakened foursome felt their weeks of illness heavily as they were once again forced to sleep on bedrolls and spend hours on horseback. They didn't worsen, but neither did their health improve (though their spirits did), and the Halflings fussed over them endlessly, making sure they were always as warm and comfortable as possible.

The landscape changed almost imperceptibly day by day, but by the end of the journey, what was harsh and cold and wintery became bright and warm and green. By the final days, they had stowed their winter cloaks deep in their bags as the sun warmed them from sunup to sundown. They soaked it in eagerly.

Before they knew it, they had reached their destination. The merchants left them nearly on the doorstep of Lorellyn's friend, with fond farewells, and a few tears. Once their new friends had departed, the Elf led them bravely ahead to the sprawling, picturesque homestead that overlooked acres of fields and orchards and vineyards. The door was flung open while they were still a long way off, and a broad High Elf stood grinning, bouncing on his toes as they approached.

"Welcome, welcome, to Everlast. What a joy it is to have you all." He looked each one of them in the eyes, smiling. "I am Gaibel. I hope your time in my home is restful and pleasant.” He turned to Lorellyn last, kissing her on both cheeks as they murmured to each other in Elvish. Though the three others knew some Elvish, they respectfully held back, for a greeting between High Elves is a sacred thing.

In time Gaibel turned back to the rest of them, speaking in common once more: "We have prepared the guest house for your use. I myself wanted to give you the best rooms in my own home, but Lorellyn thought you might want your own dwelling for the duration of your stay here. My beautiful wife Marilai will lead you there now. Please don't hesitate to come to me at any time for anything you might need. In due time we will discuss the mission that has brought you here, but not until after you've had food and rest."

At his words, a breathtakingly beautiful female Elf moved silently from behind him, a smile of welcome gracing her features. She floated down the path that led to a smaller building on a rise across from the main home, gesturing to the companions to follow. She spoke not, but her warm presence made them all feel at ease, travel weary and dirty though they were. She carried a basket, and when they arrived at the guest house she breezed into the kitchen and began to lay out a feast of hot food and cold drinks. The party would have dug in right away, the tantalizing smells almost too much to bear, but Lorellyn shooed them away.

"Let's clean up and change first. The food will keep, never fear."

Stomachs growling, they did as they were told. It was a good thing they were hungry, though, otherwise they might have forgotten the meal in the bliss of the rooms that awaited them. The warm, clean, peace of the huge beds, the steaming, scented baths and the magnificent, soaring windows overlooking sun kissed green fields would have drawn in weaker creatures. The party members lingered far longer than they intended over their grooming. Yet when they returned to the kitchen, yawning, but changed and fresh, the food was as hot as if it had just come out of the oven, and the ice in the drinks looked as if it had just been poured. Marilai was gone but Lorellyn, also clean and changed, acted as host, serving the others. There was no talk at first, as the adventurers were intent on filling their stomachs with food that hadn't been cooked over a campfire.

Kandry, always the most focused, put down her fork first. "When is Gaibel expecting us to meet with him? Tonight?" she croaked, scrubbing at her nose. "I need to review my notes before we see him."

Lorellyn's eyes softened and her mouth quirked up into a smile. "Oh no, Gaibel won't be available for at least a week. No, we don't have to leave this building for many days, except perhaps to soak in the sun and explore the plantation at our leisure."

Kandry sat back with a frown. "Why would he leave when we just got here? What about the quest?"

"He's not leaving, he's just not available for meetings. Don't you understand? Right now, this IS the quest. Getting you all back to health. Between the sun and the food and the sleep and the medicine that Marilai left for you all, I will see to it that you're well again before we move another step or interrogate another person. Though I don't know what it's like to need sleep, I know what exhaustion is, because I've seen it in each of you everyday for months. I can't stand seeing you all so weak and pale and sick for even one more day. So for now we're continuing MY quest, with the help of Gaibel and Marilai. The quest for a cure. Only when you're well again will Gaibel agree to meet with you about other things. I've given him strict orders about that."

Shocked silence hung over the room, and Lorellyn saw several emotions cross her companions' faces. Filius was the first to start smiling, though, slow and quiet. Then Gundor shook his head, chuckling. Finally, with a dramatic sigh Kandry threw up her hands, smiling in spite of herself.

"I guess I won't complain about a few days off. My face cannot wait to get acquainted with those giant pillows, that's for sure. And there's no such thing as too much familiarity with a good pillow," the Rogue said with a preemptive yawn.

"These legs o' mine wouldn't mind a bit o' leisure," Gundor agreed. "Me ol' knee ain't been th' same since it was broke. Long as there's adequate refreshment," he said, looking at Lorellyn meaningfully.

"They have plenty of ale, don't worry. There should be some in your room," she soothed.

"I haven't been able to take a bath every day in years. There's nothing I'd like more," Filius said softly. "And I'm so tired of being too hot and too cold and too tired. I'm willing to rest and try to get rid of this ailment once and for all."

"Aww, Fil," Lorellyn groaned, pressing her hand to his flushed face and clucking her tongue. "You're already warm. Here, this tonic is yours. Take it right now, poor thing." She produced three vials of different colors and handed one to each of her companions. "These should help all of you. If you don't feel better in a day or two, Marilai will make more."

"You're sure we're not being poisoned?" Kandry asked even as she unstoppered hers and gave it a sniff.

"My father and Gaibel have been as good as brothers for years beyond years. They mean us no harm," Lorellyn said earnestly.

The invalids drank down their tonics with no further complaint. Each felt immediately better in one way or another, especially after the food and drink.

"Now finish eating, and eat as much as you'd like, then off to bed, each of you. I've seen more yawns tonight than I can count," Lorellyn said sternly. "I hope you all sleep all day tomorrow if you want. There's more beverages in your rooms. Once you all have had a few days of decent sleep and food, then we'll see what there is to see."

Like obedient children, they cleared their plates and began to head for bed. Before they could, though, Lorellyn squeezed them all together into a tight hug. "Feel better, all of you. I miss your dear, healthy faces. You'll be back to normal in no time, I just know it."

For once, no one complained about the hug, and they lingered together in the embrace as the pink evening sunlight danced across the fields and came to rest upon their shoulders.

#sicktember 2023 #skt 2023 #prompt 2 #dnd OCs

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