#can they even be called a duo if they are technically the same person?

[tardxsblues]

yeah, matt smith and david tennant together as the doctor in the day of the doctor was cool

but we don't talk enough about michelle gomez and john simm together as the master in the doctor falls

icons, both of them

#and then having each be the demise of the other? #what a twist #they were such an intriguing duo to watch #so funny #yet so much internal conflict there #can they even be called a duo if they are technically the same person? #doctor who #the master #missy doctor who #harold saxon #michelle gomez #john simm #mogwatchesdw

[sloanesallow]

Big Brained

There's nothing wrong with being feral for one's husband, right? Sloane can't help it, especially when Sebastian shows off that big, sexy brain of his. ✨Sebastian Sallow x F!MC Tags: NSFW! MDNI! Sexual content, oral sex (m receiving), exactly one spank, and some Sebastian dirty talk. 2.5k words [Read on Wattpad] - [Read on Ao3] - [tumblr masterlist] Reblogs, comments, and kudos are always appreciated! ✨

The last place Sloane wants to be is the Ministry of Magic.

She has managed to avoid a permanent place at Whitehall, despite Minister Spavin’s constant and personal invitations for her to join their ranks. Her answer is always no—she does not want a career in the wizarding world’s government, preferring her freedom and whatever anonymity she has left. Unfortunately, the same could not be said for her husband, who is technically under their employment, contracted to work as a curse-breaker with the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

At twenty, Sebastian is young, but incredibly talented, and one of the Auror’s greatest assets. He is usually in some far-off destination, exploring ancient tombs and collecting artifacts with a rag-tag crew, helping to chase down Dark Wizards and undo any havoc caused. Sloane travels with the group as an unofficial healer, treating mysterious and mundane wounds while researching remedies both magical and muggle. They are a dynamic duo of sorts, and the Ministry knows that the Sallows are a package deal, the bond inseparable—unbreakable. 

After spending the last three months in the Austrian wilderness, they are back in London to receive a new assignment. Sloane spends the morning checking in on their dusty flat and shares a few cups of tea with Poppy in the local shoppe before venturing back to the second floor to find Sebastian. Even though he is rarely in-office, the Aurors keep a room clear for his use, tucked away from the hustle and bustle of what she calls the ‘bull-pen’.

Sloane can hear a few familiar voices as she approaches the open door, peeking her head in to see Sebastian in the middle of a fervent discussion with two of the officers who accompanied them in Salzburg. The other men don’t seem to notice her presence, but her husband acknowledges her entrance with a quick glance, the corner of his mouth twitching up before he refocuses his attention.   

“Have the scouts reported back?”

“Yes, sir,” Jeffries, the older and more skeptical Auror replies. Sir—Sloane sees the subtle pride in Sebastian’s expression, even if the title causes her to bite back a laugh. Jeffries continues, “the rumors about increased activities on the Nordic coast are true. Intelligence suggests a small, but powerful group of heretics are attempting to locate bloodrunes, magic the Ministry hasn’t encountered in…centuries.”

That you know of, Sloane muses to herself as she idly peruses the nearby bookshelf, overflowing much like the shelves at home.

“Bloodrunes require significant power to activate,” Sebastian states, not bothering to specify if this knowledge is based on first-hand experience or not. He leans over the map spread out across the desk and traces a finger along the supposed site. “There are probably laylines that can be disrupted, but I won’t speculate until I see the area for myself.”

“Perhaps we should wait before sending a team—”

“Wait for what, exactly?” Sebastian interjects, raising an eyebrow in challenge. He straightens his posture and crosses his arms. “A blood sacrifice? Neither of you studied ancient magical tribes, so I won’t fault you for your ignorance, but the last time runes like these were activated, it triggered a tidal wave that destroyed the sea walls along the Nordic coast. Thousands of people were killed.”

Sloane glances up from the book she is pretending to read and feels only a little shame for ogling her husband when he is in the middle of an important conversation. But she enjoys watching Sebastian showcase his intelligence—he’s always been a little cocky, and rightfully so—he won’t back down when he knows he is right. With his coat discarded and sleeves pinned up, she can see the way the muscles in his arms flex as he waits for either man to respond.

“Alright, Sallow, you win,” the other Auror, Bartie, sighs. The red-headed Weasley is a few years older than her and Sebastian but is far more trusting than the rest of the old guard. “What do you need from us?”

Sebastian shrugs, trying not to smirk when he gets his way. “Whomever the department can spare, really. Preferably those who are proficient in more than just defensive magic. A liaison for the local communities as well, to safeguard them from harm.”

“Should I contact St. Mungos—”

“That won’t be necessary,” Sebastian waves off Jenkins’ inquiry. It should be known by now that the only healer needed is Mrs. Sallow—Sloane. The Aurors give curt nods and Sebastian flicks his gaze to where she is standing. “Now, if you’ll excuse me gentlemen, but I believe my wife has been waiting long enough.”

She smiles somewhat bashfully as the two men finally notice her just as they are being shooed out of the room. Jeffries is indifferent, but Bartie offers a polite smile and wave before leaving.

“Looks like we’re off on another adventure, sweetheart,” Sebastian says when they are alone, re-crossing his arms as he leans back against the desk. Sloane is already swiftly crossing the room, practically launching herself onto him as she swallows his surprised laughter in a kiss. He quickly hooks his arms around her waist, holding her steady as she presses up on her toes to meet his height the best she can.

“Mmm—hello,” he manages, pulling away with a breathless grin. “You’re certainly in a mood.”

“Yes, sir,” she simply replies, catching the glimmer of excitement that passes through his coffee-colored eyes. Sloane touches her heels back to the floor, smoothing her hands across his shoulders and chest, playing with the straps of his suspenders. “Is that so bad?”

“Not at all,” Sebastian hastily shakes his head and gives her hips an appreciative squeeze. “I’m usually the needy one, is all.”

“Well, I can’t help it when you show off,” she explains, undoing the first two buttons of his shirt. “I love your big brain.”

Sebastian’s brows twitch up at the word big, but before he can make a lewd comment she palms the front of his pants, and he croaks instead. He recovers quickly, hands snapping up to firmly cradle her face as he captures her lips in a kiss that speaks volumes of his hunger for her. Sloane matches his enthusiasm, tugging at his suspenders until they are hanging at his sides. As she flicks open the clasps of his trousers, he fumbles for his wand, muttering the necessary spells against her lips to slam shut the door, waiting for the audible click of the lock before tossing it aside.

It isn’t very often that Sloane is in control, and she takes full advantage of catching him off guard, not-so-gently pushing him back until he topples into the cushioned armchair with an oof. He watches her with a mesmerized expression, shifting to accommodate as she kneels between his spread legs. She continues with removing his trousers, pulling them down along with his underwear until the fabric pools around his ankles.

Sloane wastes no time, finding satisfaction in the way Sebastian’s breath hitches as she wraps one hand around the base of his cock, already hard from her teasing. She leisurely strokes him, pushing up his shirt so she can trail a path of wet kisses across his navel, hipbone, and thighs. Her thumb brushes over the sensitive head, spreading the gathering of pre-come as he shudders, breathing already labored. With a coy glance up through her lashes, she slowly takes him into the warmth of her mouth.

Sebastian’s fingers quickly thread into her hair, tugging at the ash-blonde strands as her lips slide down his length until she feels him against the back of her throat. She sucks in to create a perfect seal, repeating the up and down motion a few times before leaning back to swirl her tongue around the tip.

“F—fuck…” Sebastian groans, his head lulling back. Sloane steadily increases her pace, humming until the vibration prompts him to slide open his eyes to watch her head bob in his lap. Her fingers continue to stroke where her lips can’t reach, her other hand softly fondling his sac in a way that has his hips bucking up involuntarily.

She keeps her eyes on his face as it contorts with pleasure, brows furrowed deeply as he resists the urge to unravel too quickly. It’s thrilling for her to see him at her mercy, incoherent murmurs of praise falling from his lips as she eagerly coaxes him to the edge. His grip tightens in her hair, pressing against the nape of her neck, a telltale sign he’s close.

“Slo—Sloane,” he gasps, voice strained. “I—oh, fuck—I’m—”

The rest of his sentence dissolves into a strangled moan, his body tensing and cock twitching against her tongue as he spills his release. Sloane swallows it all, remembering to breathe through her nose as she takes every last drop he has to offer. Sebastian slumps back, in a daze as Sloane pulls away with a wet pop and self-satisfied smirk. There’s a lopsided grin on his face as he silently admires her, affectionately sweeping the hair from her face before brushing the pad of his thumb across her wet lips.  

Even though Sloane can feel the slick of her arousal within her undergarments, she is content enough to wait until they return to their London flat for reciprocation. Seeing Sebastian so boneless and completely sated is satisfaction enough. She slides her hands across his thighs, gently massaging the remaining tension away.

“Ready to go home?” she asks, already imagining the evening ahead. A long bath, a hearty meal, and the comfort of their marital bed—not that they’ll be doing much sleeping.

Sebastian gradually sits up and Sloane pushes herself to stand, ready to help him right his trousers and gather his belongings so they can leave before more Aurors—or heaven forbid the Minister himself—stops by for another chat. But Sebastian shakes his head and the devilish gleam in his eyes is all the warning she has before his hands are on her, spinning her around to bend her over the desk.

“Seb!” the protest dies on her tongue as he hoists up her skirts, tucking them around her waist. Sloane sucks in a breath as he cups her, fingers pressing firm against the dampness of her knickers. He makes an appreciative sound, applying more pressure where she needs it the most, but just as she pushes back against his touch it’s gone, and all she can do is whimper at the loss.

“Don’t worry, darling,” Sebastian coos, peeling the delicate fabric away to expose her naked flesh. “I’ll take care of you.”

She lets out a surprised squeak when he playfully smacks her bare bottom, even more heat pooling in her gut as her legs tremble. Sebastian huffs a soft chuckle, this time smoothing the skin over with a gentle touch.

“More?” he asks, the deep timbre of his voice causing her to shiver.

She nods, barely remembering to speak, “yes.”

“Yes…?”

Sloane flushes—even after all these years, Sebastian can so easily fluster her. “Y—yes, sir.”

“Good girl.”

Perhaps some lingering naivety makes her believe he’ll simply take her like this, but no, her husband clearly has other plans for her. His hands slide up the back of her thighs until his thumbs are spreading her open, teasing her silken folds and entrance.

“Is this what I do to you?” he rasps, sliding two fingers through her arousal before slowly sinking them into her as she lets out a shuddering sigh. The way she flexes around him as he leisurely pumps in and out betrays just how impatient she is for his offer of pleasure. When she lifts her hips to meet his ministrations, Sebastian presses his free hand to her lower back, keeping her still.

“I said I’d take care of you,” his voice is gruffer than before, and she bites back a whine when he removes his fingers. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No,” she breathes, shaking her head. A part of her realizes this is Sebastian’s way of showing her who is really in charge, now.

“Do you want to come around my fingers?”

Sloane shakes her head again, fighting the urge to squeeze her thighs together for the slightest ounce of relief.

“No?” Sebastian feigns surprise, amused by her startled moan when he slips his fingers back inside her anyways. “My, my…you are needy today, aren’t you?”

All she can do is moan, disrupting the parchment on the desk as she grasps for purchase.

“Well,” he says in a sigh, curling his fingers to press against the spot that makes her vision blurry with stars. “You’ll have to use your words, my love. Tell me what you need.”

Sloane bites down a little harder on her bottom lip, her entire body now hot and prickled with goosebumps. She used to hate when he prompted her like this, attempting to coax filthy words from her lips and make her beg. But she really is too indigent right now to care, glancing over her shoulder to meet his wicked expression.

“Sebastian, I swear to God, if you don’t—”

“Isn’t it a sin to swear to God?” he muses, acting as if he isn’t knuckle-deep inside her. “My Sloane is much more polite than that.”

Insufferable tease—she huffs in frustration, but the warm swirl in her gut is a stark reminder that she loves it, loves him.

“Please,” she starts, deeply exhaling. “Shut up and fuck me.”

Sebastian tries to hide his delight but fails, laughing as he shifts to properly stand behind her, nudging her stance a little wider so they are properly aligned. “As my lady wishes.”

There is little teasing after that, Sebastian nudging his hardened-again cock against her before snapping forward to fill her in one fluid stroke. Her sharp gasp is drowned out by his deep groan and it’s very clear neither will last very long. Almost immediately, he sets a quick pace, the friction an agonizingly wonderful burn. Sloane can feel her legs shaking, straining as she stands on the very tip of her toes, Sebastian holding her up by the waist and hips to meet his thrusts.

“That’s it,” he grunts, not bothering to keep any sort of rhythm. He folds his body over hers, his free hand grasping her right wrist, pinning it to the desk as he bares his weight down. “Just like that.”

Sloane whimpers her approval, the warmth of him holding her down a comfort she never expected to enjoy or need. He ruts his hips against hers until they are both frantically crying out, core fluttering around him as he spills again, this time deep inside her heat.

It takes several moments for them to float back down to reality, Sloane sighing as Sebastian rests himself a little more comfortably across her back. He nestles his nose against her neck, affectionately sweeping through her sweat-matted hair as he presses a few lazy kisses to the shell of her ear.

He repeats her earlier ask with a breathless chuckle, “ready to go home?”

She hums her agreement, the two unhurried as they fix their appearances and attempt to tidy up any mess. As they leave the offices hand-in-hand, Sloane thinks to herself that maybe, just maybe, the Ministry of Magic isn’t so bad after all.

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy fanfic #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x f!mc #sebastian sallow fanfic #sebastian sallow smut #fanfic

[yuurei20]

I had been wondering about this since the friend thing was brought up, but Idia says “not all of these people are our friends,” which suggests that he considers at least some or one of the people present to be a friend. Since he follows it up by stating that, “Ramshackle dorm isn’t the prefect’s house,” in response to Ortho declaring they’ve visited a ‘friend’s house’—add in the whole yobiste moment with the prefect in the Glorious Masquerade, which occurs after Book 6–could it be that Idia actually considers the prefect to be a friend?

I could be wrong about these two moments on the EN server, since I don’t think he really uses the word ‘friend’ in the Ceremonial Robes quote and even on EN I can’t be certain about whether or not he’s solely referring to Grim when the Ramshackle duo or added to the Glorious Masquerade trip and he says “AND valuable emotional support,” or if he even mentioned it in JP. But they seem to lend credence to the idea that Idia considers the prefect a friend or at least more than an acquaintance.

Hello hello!! Thank you so much for this question! 

This is a very good point!! When Ortho points out that they have "traveled to the residence of an acquaintance" Idia responds, "not all of these people are our friends," and one interpretation could be that there is at least one person who counts as a friend present at the time! 👀 (another interpretation may be, "It's not like we're all friends.")

(While Ortho does say "we've experienced hanging out at a friend's house" at first, he then corrects himself to call the prefect "an acquaintance." Referring to other students as Idia's friends despite Idia's and/or others' protests is something Ortho has done before!)

Idia himself says that he has no friends at NRC, but the characters having a less-than-accurate understanding of their own interpersonal relationships is a running theme! (Re: Idia and Azul)

As you say, one of the rare interactions between Idia and the prefect involved Idia not using an honorific during Glorious Masquerade, but this was revealed to be a proof-reading error:

The re-release of Glorious Masquerade in 2023 added "-shi" to Idia's dialogue when he is speaking with the prefect ^^ (This was actually on my posting schedule to share today! You have amazing timing!)

You are also very right about Idia's ceremonial robe's voice line! He does not use the word "friend," but he does say that he trusts the prefect as a fellow introvert!

While looking for the best way to describe the word Idia actually uses (仲間) I found an interesting explanation on the One Piece wikipedia!

(It reminded me of these screenshots from the American drama Firefly!)

The person explains, "The word simply means '(part of a) group' you use it to refer to members a group or members of a group of friends just as you would also refer to your coworkers as your 'nakama' in Japanese, even the ones you hate, because they're part of the same group as you," and I agree ^^ (EN translating the word 仲間 as "friend" is not unusual!)

Concerning Idia's comment early in Glorious Masquerade, I think you are right again and he might have been commenting on the emotional support that Grim provides as a cat!*

*We do not yet know whether or not Grim is technically a cat 👀

Overall I am not sure that we have seen enough of Idia and the prefect interacting on-screen together to be able to say that they are objectively, officially and canonically more than acquaintances, and this is likely by design: the game seems to be going to great lengths to leave as much up to interpretation as possible so that it as many different people as possible can enjoy it.

That said, up until now the pattern has largely been "the prefect teams up with the main character of the previous story in order to solve the issue of the current story," re: teaming up with Riddle in Book 2, Leona in Book 3, Azul in Book 4, Jamil (and others) in Book 5 and Vil in Book 6, so it is possible that we may see more of Idia and the prefect moving forward!

And there is of course no harm in someone going in the direction of "maybe the prefect and Idia are friends" for something like fanfic purposes, for example, if they so wish ^^ It is all a part of the fun! But I might not call it canon just yet :>

#twstask #twistedwonderland #Idia Shroud

[driftwood-fireflies]

any billy hcs?

OKAY I'm finly tackling this. lightning round.

I know that the general fandom perception of billy (in a few different circles anyway) is that he's trans, and I DO understand this. however it's not my personal headcanon. if you want to know why it's simply because the idea of him being a chaser is like insanely funny to me so. stu is trans and billy is weird about it. this is my dynamic.

as for sexuality, I've described this to people before, but to me he's bisexual on a technicality. what's that technicality? he REALLY thinks he likes women. like he's convinced himself he does. (he does not.) so like, if anything, he'd consider himself bisexual and so I call him bisexual. but. he's gay. dykwim.

anyway yes billy is a bi chaser and he is down horrible for stu though he can't really show it. I don't know if I even brought this up in my stu headcanons post but I do think they are BOTH autistic and bpd so they're really failmaxxing as a romantic duo

billyboy loomis is the undisputed mommy issues king, I think him and his mom were very close when he was a kid, like almost to the point where she was smothering him, but he loved her and became codependent with her. I think that's a theme for billy - codependency. he grew to be that way with his mom, and since I personally believe that him and stu have been friends since childhood, he also grew a little fascination with him at around the same time. he's always been Weird about stu in a myriad of ways, but the moment his mom abandoned him it was almost guaranteed that his closeness with him would turn into its own codependency. and it did.

I think his family has moved around a lot, only settling in woodsboro when he was maybe eleven or so. that's when he met stu.

I think they were both independently weird freaks of their own nature, as in, billy has always had his horror movie and psychology fascinations, but stu really amped up the crazy for him. like many people, I hc that stu is a big hunter and likely showed billy how to hunt and gut animals, and I even think he introduced him to the more gorey, less plot-centric horror movies that he loves. I also think the buck that they share was stu's initially, who then gave it to billy sometime after his mom left.

as for current day (read: 1996) stuff. a lot of people tend to stereotype stu as The horny one in their dynamic, but idk. they're both teenage boys and if anything, billy was the one trying the hardest to get laid in the movie lmfao. (I know there was an actual reason behind it but I do also think he just wanted to fuck lol) I think they're both raging horndogs and they rile each other up all the time.

we never see anyone but randy with an actual job, but I think billy's done some under the table type work around town. he strikes me as a guy who'd do good at a mechanic shop, or something. nothing too serious, just whenever he needed some pocket change he couldn't swipe from his dad.

as for horror movies... oh man.

billy is a real pretentious guy. he likes horror, he likes thrillers, but he's not as much of a gorehound as stu. that's not to say he doesn't like it - but it usually only interests him when it's the real deal. in terms of movies, he's actually your pretty generic film bro type, in that I think his top three are psycho, silence of the lambs, and the original house of wax. were he alive today, he'd be BIG into the 'elevated horror' genre, I think. think jordan peele and ari aster. overall he's a real snob about it, he can only get into a horror movie if the killer is someone he can idolize and get into the mind of. he's not a fan of monster movies, thinks it's scarier when the monster is just a regular guy. psychological horror is right up his alley, and I think he'd also love candyman for the way it combines artful and intriguing psychology into a more typically 'slasher' narrative.

I could talk about how billy watches horror movies forever but I'll move onto music so this post doesn't become a novel. I think he's big into rock, pretty similar to stu's taste in that regard. I think he'd really love green day, for sure. I also think he'd like the cure and REM, maybe soundgarden, too. he's really into anything moody or brooding in some way. besides rock though, I also think he enjoys older, more classical stuff. I could see him buying a film score cd and listening to it to sleep, or something.

SO. YEAH those are some of my billy hcs.. like I said w stu I have like a million thoughts about both of them that I couldn't possibly include in a single post so if you have any specific questions about stuff I didn't cover .. lmk ^_^

#i am so normal . #asks #headcanon asks #scream #scream movie #scream 1996 #billy loomis

[crustyfloor]

More fun things since I keep digging into this fandom, I'm sorry for the out of order rant in your ask box- Sorry, interrogation room T-T Theres a livestream made by robiirosie and this Vtuber talked a bit about the korean context of the Ivantill version of Oh My Clemantis, mentioning how Till's speech, in that context, is rather of someone quite comfortable with the other person, even though he keeps telling him to stfu There was a tumblr post as well regarding the translation of the song and how Ivan's part are actually much softer and less, you could call it "carnal" or "extreme" than the actual translation in the video, indicating that he's pretty much accepted the fact, a long while ago that Till, in his eyes, isn't feeling the same or anything at all towards him. We know that Till is a pretty heartfelt person from the little comics and little flashbacks etc, so he might very much, from all the context, end up feeling really bad after Round 6 Also notice how in Round 2, the shock collar Till wears looks like a noose, and how Till doesn't visibly wear one. Almost as if foreshadowing that Till was supposed to die, but since he doesn't Technically have a choice of even that (IVAAAAAN), the one who has "no collar" can intervene in that choice. Another food for thought: Notice how for Mizi, Till sings pretty much in English, but without Mizi, he sings in Korean. While composing the melody in Round 2, Till wears black, he probably was in a similar hard place, as he was shown without a guitar. It's interesting that he also wears black in Round 6. And the final thing I noticed, if you go and watch TOP 3, the order at the end is the following: Till and Ivan, Luka and Hyuna, and Mizi is the "winner". I believe, that since we already got Till VS Ivan... We're gonna get Luka VS Hyuna and Mizi remains the only one alive by the end of it all.

It's all good anon! I quite like investigating so whatever you have to show, I'd like to see (￣▽￣)b

I also noticed that for a very distanced duo, in canon Ivantill are very casual with each other (even when you never mind the times that Till isn't awake), and in the ivantill my clematis cover during the TalksvsListens.exe scene this is shown perfectly clear. I'm very confident in my take that Ivan and Till were very close friends when they were kids, and even though they're seemingly not as close anymore at the moment, they still carry a casual air around them, to the point where Till is still comfortable throwing jabs at Ivan like he did when they were younger (which isn't something he's shown doing in canon, much.) I'd even call the "man stfu" from Till affectionate if I didn't sound delusional so I'll just move from there

And yeah, Ivan is totally under the assumption that Till doesn't like him anymore in any sense (which is something i, *loud buzzer incorrect sfx* don't believe) My Clematis cover was kinda a mix of a goodbye and a "one more time.." song, with the way Ivan sung it. (one more time being, one more time trying to see where he stands in till's life. and Till is barely active in the last bits of the song when it actually counts, so in a way *figuratively* that was all Ivan needed to know)

And the collar noose symbolism omagah i could go on for ages not only did the noose show the intensity of Till's imprisonment in alien stage, so intense that it would(ve) killed him one day, (And in the way that his heart is disconnected from his head, he used his heart to go back to Mizi and therefore tie the noose disconnecting what he knew was right to what he wanted, all for her.)

And as you said anon, it also shows for some good symbolism/foreshadowing for Ivantill, Till always had that collar on, Ivan was always taking that collar off, Till was always meant to stay collared and eventually die, but as the one with the freedom, Ivan basically defied Till's fate for him and (metaphorically) put the collar on himself, taking Till's fate as his own. (I HATE YOU IVAN!!)

oh yeah and about the lyrics thing, truly Till could've just been feeling bilingual for the fuck of it while writing Till the end, but I'd like to read it as him putting up an image for Mizi, coordinating into someone who (not really) himself to impress her and his true self, but on stage with Ivan, they were there raw, authentic selves. there was nobody to impress (not anymore)

and so for the TOP 3 video holyyy shit. first of all, if you're onto something I assume Mizi and Hyuna would have to get caught and recaptured for that to happen, Till would have to get K.O. and then Hyuna will get her round with Luka as originally planned, she'll get K.O. then Mizi will go back up against Luka, win with the power of Yuri depression and be the sole winner. That's an interesting idea...but I don't know if it's a very likely situation? well, it kinda is since Hyuna is injured and the Guards are out trying to find them it's a strong possibility. (hell, maybe Luka will even work with alnst to get em back) Idk what to make of it, to be honest (To me, it does kinda just look like the original ordered pairs that Vivinos was foreshadowing but before Hyuna just left and Mizi took her place, Mizi is alone because she just finished her round with Mizi and now her bubble is broken so she's traumatized asl)

#alien stage #alnst

[sinful-indulgences]

Is it ok to ask for whats a day in the lives of claude and black widdow demon reader pretty please 😍 its alright if you like it being sfw or nsfw ! Love the duo and subby claude^~^

I’m happy you love it!! (What this is a continuation of)

Claude x Spider demon reader (daily life snippet thingy

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Cw: just demon behavior, this starts roughly a week or two after they first mated,) (reader basically lives in a modified cave that they call a lair/den, it’s vague af)

The webs around your lair have been…modified, to accommodate for Claude, you didn’t want him accidentally getting trapped by you more often than it already happens. As tempting as it was to leave then webs everywhere to mess with him, he was scared enough of you, bowing his head to you every time you came home.

He changed from calling you ‘demon’ to ‘Master’ after a few days, to which you were indifferent too, you let him call you whatever you please, though he preferred you used his name.

You watched with amusement as he fidgets with some of your webs, something you’ve told him not to do, not because he’d get hurt but, he isn’t immune to how strong the stick on them is. As they were your own, you were immune to them, but Claude wasn’t. To your joy he almost instantly got a reminder ‘why’ he should t touch them.

He tugged on the web, trying to pull his hand free, managing to tug free, only to fall on your nesting area. Luckily for him, you don’t have eggs that could have been damaged buuut…he was now stuck in the webs, sprawled out. He locked eyes with you for a second. He quickly averted his eyes, trying to subtly wiggle free.

You approach him with a grin and a sway in your hips. You seat yourself beside him and carefully remove the webs so he can get up without ruining his outfit. “You should wear an extra layer of clothes you can slip out of until your used to the layout of my den.” Claude quietly thanks you and apologizes.

“I’ll try not to be so clumsy next time,” He nervously glanced at your nesting area, once seeing its unchanged, he seemed to relax more. “Where did you go?” He ask nonchalantly. You purr out that you got some food. You showed him your bounties, today you were able to bring back three souls!

“Eat up, I already had my fill.” You love the confused look he gives you every time you offer him food. You had jokingly told him you were keeping him till you had your eggs, but you had openly stated before to him, you’re keeping him!

He didn’t eat, you know he’ll eat them when you’re not around, you’re not sure if he keeps them incase you change your mind about wanting to eat him. You’ve found where he hides some and you know he has eaten them from time to time since he’s asked about where you found such a person and he could describe their taste correctly.

You didn’t know how much he was eating so you’d try to bring back extra, you couldn’t have your pet go hungry! Even though he had the odd habit of hiding souls, if you ever complained about being hungry, he’d disappear and come back with some of the souls you e given him, offering them back to you.

He’s honestly the only mate you’ve let in your lair, and one of the few you didn’t eat.

You honestly enjoy his company, and when he is comfortable enough to eat infront of you, he’ll do it. But you know he’s too…shy? Submissive?…scared? You don’t know the right word, but you are sure he doesn’t see himself on the same level as you, and though he technically isn’t, you want him to understand he’s not on the menu, even if you run out of food.

You had even let him place ‘furniture’ he made to make your home more…’homey’? You don’t rember what word he used but it seemed to have given him comfort.

Claude snapped you out of your train of thought by gently brushing against you. You glance over to see he’s holding…a dress he knitted. It looks genuinely nice, but far too flashy to wear while hunting…or really to wear out in the woods where you live.

You lean over and give him a kiss, you didn’t care for the gesture but it always seemed to boost his mood if the blush on his cheeks and the small smile that slips for a few seconds are anything to go by. “Thank you, Claude. It looks great.” You without hesitation tossed off what you were wearing to put it on, you wanted to see what it looked like!

Once you had it on properly, you turned to see Claude looking the other way with a deep blush on his cheeks. You step infront of him and he meets your gaze. “It fits your form well.” He said in a soft tone. You smiled and noticed how he’s eyeing your thigh. With a glance you see there’s an opening, you hadn’t shut the dress and tied the back, so it was left unsecured. “L-let me fix it.”

Claude starts readjusting your dress but you step back with a grin. “Naw, it’s okay, but you’re a little overdressed right now. Let’s take care of that, ok?” Claude paused for a second. He was still getting used to you, your behavior and everything about you. You knew as a fellow demon he could to an extent sense your intentions, and you waited to see if he’d back down.

To your pleasure he caught on and took of his dress shirt and tie. “My apologies Master. Tell me when you think I’m dressed appropriately for the occasion.” He’s slow with removing his clothes, hesitant to expose himself in front of you still.

You wait till he’s taking his shirt off to step forward and pull his cock out of his pants. Claude visibly jumped at the contact. “This’ll do nicely.” With nothing underneath the dress, you open it to show him your core as your hand worked his cock to hardness.

You push him backwards suddenly and watch him fall onto your nest, without his shirt, he cant slip out of your webs. “Oops…” You purr out, stepping over him. You step over him so you have your feet beside his ribs. “Looks like you tripped…and now your trapped in my nest.” You seat yourself almost on his arousal.

You slip his cock into you quickly, with your size difference he isn’t much of a stretch. You could hear him whining and to your amusement couldn’t meet your eyes now that he’s balls deep inside you. “O-oh dear, how c-clumsy of me. Whatever s-shall I do?” You laughed at the attempt to play along. He’s so precious…

#nsft #black butler #claude x reader #black butler x reader #dom reader #my writing #sub claude faustus #Claude x spider demon reader #demon behavior #cw cannibalism #only meantioned but stil

[bunnybae99]

Honestly if bkdk doesn’t become even close to them being like duo partners, or like just being very close friends in the end, imma be so confused.

Like how will they explain the whole chasing thing, the constant keep your eyes on me, are you gonna be able catch up to me cuz I’m going ahead to the “can I ever catch up to you Izuku?”

Or the childish nickname that Bakugo doesn’t tell him to stop using, sharing OFA secret only to him bc Midoriya couldn’t stand the idea that Bakugo thought he was lying to him

Midoriya going savage after Bakugo getting hurt, to Bakugo waking up in the hospital and he is fighting to go see his childhood friend.

To the I know him better then anyone else.

Taking the AllMight card they got as kids together to war and thinking about it before he died!?? Reaching out to him, calling him by his name and ending up in the vestige world…

Like how are these not romantic? Honestly, Hori could’ve easily made Ochako be part of all of these tropes, as the love interest she could’ve had at least been the one to know OFA secret, or even a moment where they stranded somewhere or in a mission to defeat a villain.

I guess that’s where mangaka don’t know how to write female protagonist, but if Midoriya and Ochako do become canon, they had a lot of space to have almost similar plot but instead of Bakugo it could’ve been Ochako.

She is a smart with a powerful quirk, and if she is endgame then I will have to agree with the statement that Hori doesn’t know how to write female characters. But that’s only if Midoriya and her become canon, cuz there was soo much potential to give her more character development, instead of giving it to Bakugo.

Bakugo is one of my favorite characters tho, and it’s fascinating to see the relationship he already has with other characters.

The position for best friend is already given to Kirishima. He was in the hospital when Midoriya wakes up after Bakugo got kidnapped, and states that this must be harder on Midoriya than it is to him, which is why he wants to go looking for him. Best friend is asking the closest person to join him to save Bakugo.

His true rival is Todoroki, they are always in equal footing, from the beginning with their developing ideas of what is hero, to them failing the exams, all the way to the war.

Bakugo is the only one with no love interest, which is okay honestly and technically doesn’t have to mean anything, but how are you gonna counter the idea that he is obsessed with Midoriya.

I know MHA is not gonna end with a bkdk kiss, or like them pronouncing their love for each other bc this disgusting world is still very homophobic. But I want them to at least be the first people to they see when they wake up from the hospital or something. Probably like a Mustang and Hawkeye relationship, not official but obviously something.

¯\ _(ツ)_/¯ but I don’t know, this is just me ranting. If anyone wants to talk about MHA with me pls message me. I have bkdk brain rot but I’m not close minded, I love all of the characters. And I know how people talk about Hiro rushing the manga, but he is doing it at the same pace as always. For example from the very start you have Midoriya getting OFA and it’s just like a montage of him working out, not much of a full arc of him training. And it’s a lot of character growth. The important ones have the scream time and other have crumbs but it’s enough for me to understand the dynamic.

Hiro doesn’t hold hands with his writing. So if he is just writing a very close friendship with these guys and not make it anything else then I been played. Bc they have examples of caring friends around them, like Todoroki, Iida, Kirishima and Ochako. Almost everyone at 1A are fighting for each others smiles, but none of them go to the extent of the wonder duo!

Even Aizawa states that when both of them are involve, they change the dynamic in the class. They inspire others to try harder and have this thing about them that even All Might admires about both of them.

Ughh well anyone wants to rant with me pls message me, I need friends that want to talk about anime

#boku no hero academia #bakudeku #dkbk #bakugou katsuki #mha #bnha #midoriya izuku #mha ochako #ochadeku #mha rant #my hero academia #bnha manga spoilers #mha bakugou #mha deku #mha todoroki #mha all might

[beevean]

I mentioned this yesterday, and I'm going to elaborate more because the brainrot is strong:

the scene where Lanolin throws Whisper to the ground is identical in spirit and reception to the scene where Lenore brutally beats Hector.

First, the setup. Whisper, frustrated and panicked by Duo slipping away while Lanolin is defending him, grabs her by the arm, likely with the intention of pulling her out of the way. While she technically shouldn't have done that, it's obvious what lead her to act that way, especially since she's not the kind of person who puts her hands on other people. It was an emergency. It was due to haywire emotions.

Hector has been tricked, forced to betray his master, savagely beaten, dragged through the snow barefoot for one month, and now thrown in a cell, naked and starved, knowing that he's at the mercy of vampires who want to enslave him at best. So, when one of those vampires comes to talk to him, brings him good food and reassures him that she means no harm, he snaps and threatens her: "I know I can't kill you, but you call the guard and tell him to unlock this fucking door or I will rip your fucking throat out and break your fucking neck, and we'll just see how fucking well you live". We can argue all we want about this treatment, but it's easy to understand that Hector was not thinking clearly for all the reasons.

In short: both assaulted first. But the circumstances are understandable.

The consequences. Lanolin, who is Whisper's comrade as member of the Diamond Cutters 2.0, who had got to know Whisper more since they first met, especially about her mental issues, slams her to the ground with deliberate force and a furious sneer on her face. Whisper is not particularly strong: she's a sniper. If she is strong enough to do this, she's strong enough to break free of Whisper's grasp. Nothing so far in her limited characterization hints at her being triggered by being touched.

Lenore not only frees herself from Hector's grasp, but she proceeds to violently beat him (again), with a fury that goes well past self defense. She slashes him, slams him around, kicks him into a corner, and steps on him, even laughing maniacally in a mocking way. She then concludes as such:

"Well. Wasn't that fun! I'm a diplomat, Hector. I make peace. Carmilla thinks you're a useful idiot at best. Striga wants to kill you when she thinks about you at all, and Morana wants to torture you. Not to get information out of you… just because she finds it calming. I make peace. And because of that, people think I'm soft. People think I'm weak. You won't make that mistake again, will you?"

And then she throws a berry at the bloodied, unconscious Hector, calling him a "good boy" :)

In short, not only Lenore makes it clear that she's the only person who doesn't want Hector dead or to suffer (after all of that), but that whole sequence was a display of strength. It was a warning. Don't cross me, be a good boy, or I might beat you again, and it will be your fault. It's the start of Lenore's manipulation and abuse.

The reception: I won't be long here. The victim of the beatings get blamed.

Lanolin gets defended because y'all are just sexist, I guess (to which I simply say, lol and lmao you weren't around in the 2000s and it shows). Lenore gets defended because fans really love to broadcast how much they masturbate to the hot mommy. The result is the same: a person gets brutally attacked, and they get no sympathy.

And I blame the framing. Lanolin here is one of the good guys. She's the shiny new OC that has just become the bestie of the beloved Tangle and Whisper. She has been promoted to main character and given a whole new badass coat of paint. We are meant to see her as a poor victim of Duo's manipulations, and, well, of course she would not believe Whisper! Of course she would defend herself from her mean... grabbing! She has issues, she has PTSD, she's impulsive, she's not fully rational when it comes to Mimic! So really, Whisper should have known better.

As for Hector and Lenore, I went about it here, even comparing the scene with the similar one of Hector begging Dracula to stop killing humans - a similarly hopeless scenario, but where the victim is framed as being desperate and brave, not an idiot who deserved what he got.

So yeah. I can't help but ask myself this: what is about Peak Fiction and bringing the abuse apology in people? It makes me genuinely uncomfortable.

#fans don't look #anti netflixvania #yes this has bothered me for a while #because it's about real life themes #Youtube

[sigridhawke]

I'm still totally normal about "Leather and Linen," so I thought I'd ask if you have any headcanons about Yugi as a kid. What was he like growing up? Did he make friends in school? If not, was it for the same reason as in canon (especially since Yami wasn't there), or because he knew something was waiting for him? Was he doodling birds and ankhs in the margins of his class notebooks and assuming it was just because of his grandpa's adventures? Did he know what he wanted to be when he grew up?

We can be totally normal about Leather and Linen together 🤝🤝

I have many headcanons about younger Yugi! A lot of which I never had a place in the main story or the extra ones I have written, but I have thought about Yugi a lot.

(Also I accidentally spiraled with this so please enjoy my small rant about Yugi lol)

Because I wanted Jou, Honda, and Anzu to be older than Yugi in this setting and to help establish the fact they had been working within ‘The Tower’ for a longer period of time they were absent from any of his schooling life. 

Instead Yugi began much like canon Yugi began  as the quiet shy nerd playing games with himself, doodling video game characters in the margins of his book. Ryou joined the class as an exchange student, and the duo hit it off. Bonding over their similar vibes and that’s how they spent most of their high school years. 

When university came around the duo did part ways in a sense. Still keeping in contact just not as often as they pursued their own goals, and then Ryou drops off the radar and Yugi can’t get in contact with him, no one seems to know where he is. His search for Ryou kinda falls down his list of priorities when Grandpa passes away and he ended up dropping out of university to deal with the everything going on emotionally. 

He goes job hunting instead, not really sure if he wants to try and tackle university again just yet and when a dream job at a gaming company comes his way he can’t not go for it. But like Ryou the job offering was a front for The Tower to get their hands on their desired individual to shove them in the Animus and practically break their brains to get information about the Apple of Eden. 

Because he was in a different city at the time, his Mother didn’t know he had gone missing (and since his phone was taken too there was fake texts sent too to keep his location hidden)

A little more on the technical soul stuff below the cut:

Up until being thrown in the Animus (and finding Ryou again in the communal hall of The Tower) Yugi had no obvious indications he held the still wandering soul of Heba. Which made it easier for him initially to separate himself from Heba.

Excluding Yugi, all of the descendents are only descendents. The Animus taps into their genetic memory and plays them like an old video tape over and over until the film breaks down.

Yugi however, is a little different. While it is correct to call Yugi Heba’s descendent, Yugi is also Heba. When Heba finally went to the afterlife to be with Atem (and Mahad) he felt like he could not truly be at peace because he did not destroy the Apple of Eden. After much begging Atem did finally let him go, using his power as Osiris to reincarnate Heba who spends the next 3000 years wandering/waiting until he is reborn as Yugi. 

Yugi holds Heba’s soul yes, but the life in which Yugi is brought up in with his Grandpa and Mother shape the person he became. 

The Animus ‘reawakens’ his memories so to speak and a part of him knows he’s suffering more than he should be with reliving Heba’s memories. His biggest struggle is being torn between feeling like Heba is him, while wanting to hold onto and believe he is still Yugi. Why Heba’s ‘ghost’ brings him comfort is because he can visualize that ‘nagging at the back of his head’ and see Heba as an entity separate from himself. 

It takes him a very long time to come to terms with his sense of self even after the Apple is destroyed. He’s still struggling but making progress with that in the afterlife just as Atem and Mahad are coming to terms with their Heba not being the same Heba they remembered. But that doesn’t stop them all from trying and working towards their deserved peace and happiness within their polycule in the afterlife <3

#leather and linen au #yugioh #yugi mutou #ryou bakura #tags asks and replies #this story never leaves my mind i love talking about it ahhhhh thankyou for this #quoththemaiden

[mochamoth]

Rant on why I love and fixate over Scratch (sorry for bad writing + Long warning!!)

If you couldn't tell by my profile I am literally OBSESSED with Scratch. I first actually started watching AoStH about a year ago, because of a clip of the show I saw on tiktok. I thought it was funny therefore I checked the show out. And omg I became so fixated on Scratch specifically. Also don't expect a lot of these reasons to be deep, I am NOT a deep person 😭.

So first off his personality. I adore how he's both an asshole, but also a total wimp. Also he is so SO dumb but in a charming way. I love when he acts like an actual chicken, it's funny and cute (plus his LAUGH OMG, MOST ICONIC LAUGH NEXT TO PAPYRUS'S). Scratch is just a total loser who tries to act cool and I love him for it. Oh also the way his mannerisms are. Omg. The way he SITS. He'll casually just do the splits. On the floor. And the way he walks. And how he STANDS. HE STANDS LIKE A CHICKEN WITH HIS WING HANDS. IT'S SO CLEVER AND CUTE OMGG.

Next is his design. It's just- nice. It's a nice character design, especially when paired up with Grounder (I'll talk about him in a bit, dw I'm also a Grounder fan). I loveee his outfit (?) he has going on, it's simple but nice. I like his extendo-neck, it adds a LOT to him, same with his wing-like hands and arms. Also I'm bias but chickens and crows are my two favorite birds, so that alone is just a yes for me. His eyes are cute. Simple and cute. His COLORS OMG. I am autistic and some colors overstimulate me, so Scratch and aosth as a whole just- the colors are so pretty and nice. I love Scratch's blue-ish color. It's a very nice blue. Oh and he is SO fun to draw. Thank goodness too, cuz the last character I was obsessed with was Guzma, I love his design too but it's a nightmare to draw. The only thing I'd change about Scratch's design (not counting headcanons or styles) is his feet. More specifically his lack of claws. Where are they?? His name is Scratch, so why doesn't he canonly have claws? It's not a big deal, I headcanon he has retractable claws, but still.

Third, I kinda relate to him? Not too much like I did, again bringing up the last character I was obsessed with, Guzma, but still relatable. I'm also very dumb and gullible, and I'm the oldest of my siblings not counting step. I know Scratch and Grounder are technically twins, but for the sake of this I'm gonna say Scratch is ever so slightly older. I relate to random quirks he has like copying and playing out fictional media I like, talking very loudly, and being extremely clumsy.

Probably the most dumb reason on this but I adore it; his outfits. Omg. His outfits. My favorites are def the knight one, the astronaut suit, and I'm not sure what it's called but the outfit he wears in the Egypt episode when he tries to trick Sonic's ancestor. LIKE HE SERVED?? HELLO?? And those are just my favorites. He has such good style in my opinion, he ate almost every single outfit up (almost).

Ok so finally getting to this: his duo dynamic. Omg. Scratch and Grounder are like- my favorite villain duo ever. They're perfect. They balance eachother so nicely and are literally siblings. I love the type of bond they have. They fight almost constantly over everything, and are constantly blaming eachother for no reason, yet they still care for eachother. It's just not obvious. It's more obvious in Grounder, but Grounder isn't really mean. Evil and a shitty influence definitely. But he's not really that mean? Grounder kinda looks up to Scratch a lot, no pun intended, but Scratch also cares back. He just won't vocally say it. Like he has saved Grounder's life MULTIPLE times. And gets very defensive of him when he feels like it. They're not perfect, obviously. Scratch especially can be a total jerk to Grounder for no reason. But at the end of the day they do care for eachother. Hell even when they're not up to catching Sonic or helping Robotnik they're hanging out together, very rarely do you see them on their own. Once in a while yes they do their own thing, but they do hang out a lot. Also how their designs balance eachother is so nice. Scratch is this tall, skinny, chicken robot while Grounder is short, chubby, and a mole robot. Also little side note, the chicken robots Scratch is based off of (Cluckers or something) drive me insane 😭. Like I died probably 26 times from them. Anyways the colors too. Grounder's greenish teal compliments Scratch's red details. Idk as an artist I just like that fact. Don't ask me any deep questions about art btw, ik I work as an artist but I'm not that smart 😰. I like how even though Grounder is the short one Scratch will coward and cling onto him 😭 it's funny. And I love how chaotic they are. Just two dumbass guys doing dumbass things!! Coconuts when added is also amazing. I wish we got to see them work together more. But Grounder and Scratch on their own are again, perfect.

Oh. Also. I like how they're ACTUALLY separate characters. With a lot of duos I see one of two things happen a lot. Either they have very watered down personalities, or are literally the same person. I like how Scratch ans Grounder work together, but on their own are great characters still.

The final reason is probably the most.. I guess vague out of the others. I just feel like he could have a lot of depth. Ok I know he's dumb. He's made as a comedic henchman. He's not supposed to be taken seriously and it's a silly kid's show. But how him and Grounder are treated is lowkey dark? Like they LITERALLY said they're abused. And that's normal to them. They thought "hm yes let's force our robot kid to do chores! That's love!" Like no.. No that's not love 😭. I feel like that could also be a contributing reason to why Scratch is so hostile and cold, even to people he cares for like Grounder. It's because he doesn't know how to show it. But that's more headcanon territory so I dunno. And I feel like them fighting for a BIT of Robotnik's love tears them apart and it's kinda sad to watch. Like they could be very close but can't.

This was more of a sloppy rant than anything. And I don't really watch aosth that often. Not often enough to remember every single detail. So if anything is wrong I am terribly sorry 😭. But those are just a few huge reasons why I love Scratch so much. That's not getting into tiny specific details that don't really matter at all. Anyways I'm sorry for this long ass rant, I swear I won't do this often 😰 probably just one more time for another "show" if I feel like it, I just felt like ranting today! Thank you for reading this!

(Also photo of him. Cuz why not.)

#aosth #aosth scratch #scratch and grounder #scratch #hyperfixation #adventures of sonic the hedgehog

[oreramar]

Florist Talk for Fiction

I'm pretty sure the whole Flower Shop AU thing's day has long since passed but heck it, I've been doing the actual Flower Shop thing in real life for a few years now and I've got a handful of thoughts to throw out into the void, just in case anyone out there is still into or writing for that particular trope or theme or what have you.

First, a minor disclaimer: my experience is at one particular mom & pop shop in a small town in the US. Some details may differ for larger florists in bigger cities or other countries, but if your writing is set in some vaguely defined little town in vaguely defined culturally-American-location, then there could be overlap enough for you. Research and tweak as needed otherwise.

Second, I'm probably going to break stuff up by topic or something and post it gradually, tagging it all as Florist Talk, because initially I started writing a rambling mass of bullet points then realized it was way too much, and there were way too many dumb little details to include on some of those points. So call it a series I suppose. Feel free to send Asks if you have a curiosity about anything in particular. I may or may not have knowledge for you.

Third, a few general points for writing your Florist Blorbo with convincing verisimilitude:

Day to Day and Week to Week, weekdays are busier than weekends, usually. I've seen small town florist schedules where Sundays are Closed and Saturdays are only open for a few hours, like nine to noon or something. I am jealous of these, for the shop I work for is also a gift shop and one of the husband-wife duo of owners believes very much that Closing Early = Losing Potential Sales, and so I must often languish in agonizing boredom for four to five hours on a Saturday afternoon in order to be present for the one (1) person who maybe possibly walks in at 4:40 pm to look around or something.

Summers are the Slowest Season, the Saturday Afternoons of the Florist Year.

A flower shop lives or dies on the strength of its Valentine's Day and Mother's Day sales, basically. Oh, there's other holiday things, and day to day stuff, but nothing that can be counted on like those Big Ones.

Speaking of day to day, morbid though it may be, Funeral flowers tend to be the biggest contributors to flower shop sustainability outside of the holidays.

No seriously your FloraBlorb will know the Funeral Directors in town by name. Use these positions to convincingly place and namedrop minor characters. It's so easy.

Your FloraBlorb may have a Dedicated Delivery Driver (a secondary character perhaps?) OR they may have to do deliveries themselves. If they don't have a second person to run the shop while they do this then they'll have to close the shop and take calls on a cell phone as they come. Use this as needed for character or plot stuff I suppose.

Florist Flowers are Expensive compared to grocery store flowers, but this doesn't mean that the Florists themselves are making that much money. Flowers tend to be very perishable and there's a lot of overhead in transporting and storing them and stuff. Wallyworld might be making a technical loss, maybe just breaking even with their racks of cheap bouquets in the produce section, but they aren't hurt by that because they make so much more money selling everything else as well. A Flower Shop doesn't have that going for them, so they gotta charge more.

Maybe this is why I so often see Flower Shops paired with something else out there. Flower and Gift Shops. Flower Shops that sell Homemade Fudge on the side. Flower Shops and Boutiques. Flower Shops and Bakeries. Basically, feel free to write this AU and wedge the obvious interests of two Blorbos together into one store. As long as you can find a way to convince us all that their Flower Shop / Cabinetry business can thrive in the same space then why the heck not.

#florist talk #flower shops #fic advice I guess #or whatever you want to do #tag blorbos all you want #this is for your imagination to play in

[random-mailbox]

Random-Mailbox's Favorite Sailor Moon Fics - Week 23 - Valentine’s Day ❤️

We have come to our next Holiday themed post - Valentines Day! These stories all incorporate Valentine's Day traditions (some more westernized than others) and are fairly short, at least compared to the usual mix in these posts. Enjoy the cuteness!

As always, my apologies in advance for spoiling some of these for you (Fic Titles are linked to either FFN or AO3 entries).

Box of Chocolates - Chapter 1: Day 2: Box of Chocolates - @kasienda

Mamoru comes home late from another long shift to a worried Usagi, except he has a very good excuse. This premise or tradition of sorts that @kasienda does with her own husband is something I do with mine too. 

Valentine's Day - @ninjettetwitch

Serena over-reacts when Darien tries to find out why she is feeling down, kicking off a chain of events that leads to Darien finally admitting his feelings. 

 Wishing You Were Mine - @moon-daisuki

Someone leaves behind an unsigned love letter on the counter of the Crown Arcade. So Motoki, having guessed who the author might be, decides to blow it out of proportion and make it into a mystery party with the help of a local radio station.

Idiots - @riverlethe

I love the way @riverlethe depicts these fools' failure to convey their emotions. We even get psychometry in this one! In this two-shot (I really hope we get more of these, because "Reveal" has to happen and will be glorious whenever it does), Usagi makes homemade chocolates for her class, Motoki and special ones just for Mamoru, who returns the favour on White Day. 

love makes ya crazy - @hellomomo

When Motoki find a love letter that he presumes is meant for Reika, Usagi volunteers herself and Mamoru to help him figure out who this mystery person might be. 

Before The Clock Strikes Midnight - missscatterbrain325

To avoid getting any more chocolate on Valentine’s Day, Darien declares that he is in love with one of the girls sitting at the booth in the back - Serena and her friends. Except that habits are hard to break and our duo has hell of a time figuring out how to communicate their feelings.

AND I am going to add a story that was technically part of the Groundhog Day post but it is literally called Valentines Day, so I figure - why not double dip

Valentines Day - Raine Delmont

Mamoru has to re-live the same day over again until he can figure out what his feeling actually and how to change Usagi's feeling towards him, all in 1 day.

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Next week's post will be all about Do A Grouch A Favor Day (link to the page explaining more about it and giving some fun facts) - thanks @caelenath for introducing me to it! It will be a mix of stories that cheer ME up and stories where the characters do that to each other (even if we are a couple of days late once the post goes up - it is celebrated on February 16th)

Here are the links to the previous Tumblr posts in these series to explore more amazing works based on different themes - make sure to check them out if you haven't had a chance! (Click on title name to go to the post) - I will keep updating the list every week as new posts come up:

Week 1 - Groundhog Day

Week 2 - Established Relationships

Week 3 - Sex Positivity

Week 4 - Unfinished Stories

Week 5 - Darker Stories

Week 6 - Potions 🧪

Week 7 - Reveals

Week 8 - 👻Halloween🎃

Week 9 - Wrong Perceptions

Week 10 - Non-Senshi AU

Week 11 - In-Progress Fics

Week 12 - Mutual Pining

Week 13 - Enemies to Lovers

Week 14 - Slow Burn

Week 15 - Christmas Part 1 - Ugly Christmas Sweaters and Santa!

Week 16 - Christmas Part 2

Week 17 - New Years

Week 18 - High School AU

Week 19 - Slice of Life

Week 20 - Coffee shop AU

Week 21 - Huddle for Warmth

Week 22 - Friends to Lovers

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[artemis-entreri]

slndrthng replied to your post “Abbil No More”

#I mean the new books count Jarlaxle and Artemis as Drizzt's 'friends' right? #And thats a far cry from anything they used to be #But how Jarlaxle and Artemis used to be were friends #As friends as they could be #And while they technically have more friends now #None of them match the intimacy the duo had before #Iirc anyway #So maybe the word abbil for Jarlaxle is like one of those things #That remind you of someone you used to be close to #But don't really talk to or have such a close relationship anymore #But you still know/think of them anytime you come across that particular thing #Or phrase in this case #And you don't know what to do with yourself about that thing and those feelings #Because the person who invokes them #Isn't the same person anymore #And neither are you #But that familiarity still echoes in some hollow place inside #Never finding the home that no longer exists #I imagine for someone like Jarlaxle it'd be even worse #Considering where he's been and how he's lived #So when it comes to 'my abbil' he just doesn't have it in him #To use it for anyone else or even Artemis at this point #Because his 'abbil' might technically still exist #But the person he loved as his 'abbil' doesn't anymore #Idk maybe thats too deep for Bob #But its something to dwell on

[[ Hey there, sorry for responding in this awkward fashion, you bring up a lot of good points and I wanted to share them and respond to them. You’ve put a great spin on why Jarlaxle might not be calling Artemis “my abbil” currently. We’ll have to see how it pans out, and it is likely that all of this is too deep for RAS, but I’m glad for the potential even if it’s something RAS will never do anything with.

I feel that while both Artemis and Jarlaxle are now around more people that they can trust, their ability to trust those people have more to do with who the targets of that trust are rather than the abilities of Artemis and Jarlaxle to trust them. Despite their actions, the Companions of the Hall are supposed to be perfectly good guys without an ounce of possible badness in them, so much so that there’s something wrong with you if you don’t trust them. When Artemis and Jarlaxle were stuck together during The Sellswords, they started in a tense situation where they were surrounded by enemies and among everyone that they could choose, they were the each the least likely to kill the other one. They originally needed each other for survival, but ended up choosing to stay together for as long as they did. Pragmatically speaking, the two could’ve gone their own separate ways at the end of Servant of the Shard and not suffer at all for it, but they didn’t. Sure, part of that is due to RAS needing to keep them together to finish the trilogy, but them being together also made sense. Artemis’ lack of emotional availability was a given, but despite Jarlaxle’s jovial facade, he had plenty of his own walls too. The two connected in a way that wasn’t really comprehensible to either of them, but it was compelling enough to keep them together. What made that connection so compelling was that it was something really new to the both of them, but at the same time there was enough of the familiar ways of their old lives (bad as those ways might be) to keep them feeling some semblance of safe/secure. There’s a lot of intimacy in that process of discovering and understanding something new together, as well as the whole “first time” phenomenon. Based on what we see of them, they’re also apparently adrenaline junkies, and the adrenaline that comes from scary new interactions would’ve further fueled the appeal of sticking together.

The “betrayal” at Baldur’s Gate affected Artemis and Jarlaxle’s relationship dramatically, and yet we’re only ever shown a tiny bit of their reconciliation. It’s not clear if Artemis ever allowed Jarlaxle to tell him what really happened. Either way, Artemis was enslaved by the Netherese for around 72 years, in the process enduring traumas that ran deep enough for him to believe his own name to be something different altogether; we saw indication of this when Artemis thought himself to be at death’s door and instead of etching his real initials onto the bridge, he etched, “BtG”. 

Even if Artemis managed to completely disassociate blaming Jarlaxle with what he went through with the Netherese, Artemis’ experiences would’ve still rendered significant psychological damage onto him. I don’t know that it completely killed off parts of him, but it’d definitely be the case that things in his head got shifted around, some locked away for a very long time. I wouldn’t be at all surprised if Jarlaxle calling him “my abbil” would be one of the things Artemis locked away for the sake of self-preservation. If he truly distrusted Jarlaxle, he wouldn’t have been so affected when it seemed like Jarlaxle had betrayed him. The hurt ran as deep as it did, manifesting as hatred as strong as it did, because fundamentally, Artemis believed that Jarlaxle wouldn’t have done that to him, and/or would’ve come back for him. With each decade that passed, the humiliation as a slave of the Netherese dug that ache deeper. It’s probable that on some level, Artemis hoped that Jarlaxle would’ve come back for him, but when Jarlaxle never did, the pain and traumas fueled each other to a breaking point. 

Artemis and Jarlaxle may be reconciled now, and there doesn’t seem to be any lack of trust between the two of them, but their relationship doesn’t feel as intimate nor as sincere. Their “friendship” feels more superficial, in part because both of them are keeping the same level of distance between themselves and all the characters who we’re told are their “friends”. Furthermore, rather than spending any meaningful time together, Artemis acts as Jarlaxle’s underling much of the time, at best an elite agent of Bregan D’aerthe. In other times that they’re together, there’s always other people, as though it’s too awkward for the two of them to be together alone. As a reader, viewing it all from the third person, it feels really stifled and stilted, which is in part due to us being given significantly less point of view exposé into their respective psyches. 

The characterizations in the recent books have frustrated me enough to kill a lot of inspiration for pondering what might be going in their heads, but your thoughts sparked that flame again. Jarlaxle, although not having always been kind, has always had a keen sense for what’s going on with someone else, a sort of empathy without the consideration that’s usually attached to that word. I’d think that even if he and Artemis never spoke of it, that Jarlaxle’s able to pick up on the depth of Artemis’ pain, and realize that Artemis would need a very long time before he’s able to hear, “my abbil”, again without it being a trigger. I like to consider a future where Artemis heals enough for them to broach the topic, and they walk the rest of the road to healing together. We’ve seen that Jarlaxle cares very deeply for those who he lets past his walls, so it wouldn’t be at all surprising that he carries deep wounds of his own when it comes to Artemis. In fact, we even see manifestations of this, with how hard he worked to free Artemis from petrification, how angry he was at Quenthel when he learned her role in the betrayal at Baldur’s Gate, and how long he mourned Artemis after he reasoned that Artemis had passed away due to a normal human lifespan. Jarlaxle probably has to bite his tongue before “my abbil” slips out, and if he ever literally does so, it still would hurt less than the emotional pang from not being able to say it to Artemis.

It is my hope that the two of them will find a way home. Not to the old home as that does indeed no longer exist, but to build a new one together, with the foundations of the old as a base, new shared experiences forging the pillars, and a roof woven tenuously but inexorably through hesitant steps back to where they’d left off and trepidaciously walking forward together again. Within the walls of such a house would be the words, “my abbil”, lauded joyously, whispered tenderly, perhaps even exclaimed angrily. A place where it’d be safe for them to feel love, be it platonic or romantic, a place where it’s secure to acknowledge and celebrate a bond unlike what they share with anyone else. ]]

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[dasher85]

Gift

featuring our Inexpressible duo

Kamisato Ayato x reader | y/n | you

A  short story

just leisure things

[ perhaps it was me who's receiving a gift ]

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The Commissioner was working on his official paperwork as usual. His hands effortlessly moved through the once blank paper. A brief glance on the reference and notes before he jots down another sentence. It's nothing special, just his regular daily job routine.

Time flies soon after and it’s already afternoon, which means lunch time. Which also means seeing you, and he's genuinely eager to do just that. His lips curved into a gentle arc before he meticulously kept his table neat, leaving for wherever you were at that time.

He didn't know, because instead of actually being at the estate you usually never were at the estate especially when it's lunch time. For example, you would be at your own residence, near the cliff by the seashore or even the mountain side, out in the nature where you find inspiration and peace for your writings. 

But to his surprise, you were just comfortably seated in the dining area. A few plates of food were already served to you, chopsticks in your hand and a small smile on your gentle face. What a beautiful sight he thought.

"Afternoon, milady" he enthusiastically greeted you. 

"Now, what do we have here?" He slowly approached the table and sat opposite you, wearing the same smile.

"No, take your own chopsticks" you eyed the chopsticks that were already neatly placed in front of him.

"Come on now…" His eyes observing your every little move. 

"Get your own plate, how come they never served you first?" You whispered to him in a slight annoyed voice. Just the normal banter between the two of you.

The servants at the estate were all but under his command and that's exactly why nobody was serving him a plate for lunch until he asked them to get him a serving. He never told you that he deliberately paused all his food servings just because he'll be asking you to cook for him instead. 

"I want that" he casually demands, pointing his index finger to a sashimi that was exclusively plated for your today's lunch.

You sighed, but eventually picked it up using your chopsticks and carefully brought the sashimi to his already opened mouth. If he didn't ask you to cook for him, he'll eat the food that was yours.

"Did you add lime along with the soy sauce? I didn't think you'd prefer it sour like the locals"

"I think it's alright but I was just testing it out". You casually explained. 

He rarely gets quality time with you on most days. So whenever he gets the chance, he'll do a lot of so-called fun moments that'll put you in an unexpected situation. You might pinch his cheeks sometimes out of annoyance but getting a reaction from your usually expressionless face actually brings him joy. 

Ayato's smiling eyes never left you as he chewed the food. All this while he's been thinking what else can he give you as a gift? He has given you a few necklaces but the only one you often wore was the golden pin with the Kamisato crest emblem. The first and rushed gift he has given to you as a token before you departed from Inazuma. You once mentioned returning it to him but he insisted that it's just nice to see you wear it as a pendant. 

Bracelet, rings and earrings? Well you do wear it on formal occasions but most of the time like right now, you didn't. So he technically put jewellery on hold until now unless you want to buy a new one which is unlikely. 

Easy, books would do… but now that he actually thinks about it, you buy new books way faster than he could even catch up with the recent release. There's no way he could've known which book you have bought and haven't? 

"Sweetheart, what do you want me to buy for a gift?" All in all, he still thought asking you personally would be a better option rather than guessing.

"Gift? For who and what occasion?" You replied after chewing the food.

“For you of course”

“Hmm… nothing came to mind” You nonchalantly took a piece of meat into your bowl of rice.

"Really? But I haven't bought you anything since three months ago"

One of the major problems being with you was he wasn't able to be the man who would lavish you with luxurious gifts just because you could buy it yourself. One time he surprised you with a set of trending bracelet designs, only to know afterwards that you've already bought the same set using your own mora. You don't spend much but if you do see something that caught your eyes, you'll just buy it. 

The fact that you have too much mora at your disposal to the point of not requiring his assistance in that matter. He sometimes secretly wished you didn't. 

"Well… Impress me."

You nonchalantly responded but to him, those words were the flairs that ignited the fire in his competitive self. Fortunately he wasn't competing against anyone else otherwise he wouldn't be able to focus on his paperworks afterwards. 

[ A week later ]

"Ayato, here's my next month's schedule" you casually handed him a few pieces of handwritten papers.

He only intended to briefly read through the dates and information but upon seeing the first date, it was rather surprising for him as he paused for a moment at that particular event. Eventually, he ended up carefully reading all of the pages because of it.

"Sweetheart… Why didn't you inform me at least a month earlier?" He finally pulled the papers away from his face to look up towards you. 

"I am a month early." you jokingly added.

"Next month is tomorrow… I have not made any preparations". He complained. 

"Don't worry… I'll be accompanying them at my place". You softly replied. 

He frowned for a moment while looking at you as if in deep thoughts about the matter.

"If the meeting ends early tomorrow, I'll return as soon as possible. Also, the servants are all yours, instruct them to make arrangements for the guest rooms today."

"Sure, but I'll ask my mom where she'll be interested in staying."

"Of course… and also remember to send my regards to your family tomorrow. I doubt the meeting will end that early."

You smiled, "Aren't you used to these kinds of social things?"

"Yes… but my in-laws are unpredictable." He admitted with a helpless smile.

"How so?" You smiled knowingly. 

He started counting with his fingers with an overly exaggerated worried frown.

"Oh… to be your husband, I've been constantly reminded about your well-being and being threatened ever so casually. The grand total of 'can't and don't s' are uncountable."

"I already told you nobles are demanding." You laughed while lightly tapping his forehead with your index finger.

"Fortunately, you are satisfied with me".

He casually took hold of your hand while laughing at his own remarks. 

"But no matter, I know I've taken good care of you. Am I right?" He added as he flashed a confident grin.

"When are you going to continue with your work? You've been idling about lying on my lap all day". Ever so casually you started striking his confidence away.

Ayato hasn't informed you that he has done all of today's work earlier just so he has all the time to spend with you without worrying about it. But that's just what he wants, you trying to deflate his ego but he'll end up winning. He already knew that would be coming from you. 

"I've done it all". His grin widened as if you'd boosted his confidence instead.

"Fine… I'll give you a 'Well done' then"

He laughed, "but you're still not answering my question"

"Why do you like to ask me obvious questions? Hmm?" You gently run your fingers through his fluffy hair with a small smile.

"Look at you… you seem so unhappy. How am I supposed to know-" 

Even Ayato was not prepared for your sudden act when your lips sealed him quiet. However it took him just seconds to recover from the so-called surprise.

"You talk too much." You swiftly pulled away. 

He was about to say a word but quickly quieted down upon hearing your threatening words that comes after.

"Or I'll complain about your behaviour to my superior tomorrow. Wouldn't that be fun?".

He shook his head profusely and you nodded with a small smile.

Ayato eventually let out a chuckle but didn't say a word afterwards as if your threat holds a great pressure on him even though he also knew you're only playing with him. It's purely a joke and yet he didn't dare to step into that realm of cold winter ice. After all, the so-called superior you've casually mentioned is none other than your mother who'll be visiting Inazuma tomorrow.

"Do you wanna know what's her first impression of you?" You suddenly asked. 

You never mentioned anything about it even after being with him for more than a year but now that they're visiting you, the thought just suddenly came into your mind. 

He smiled seemingly interested before nodding his head.

"She's often busy on most days but that one time she knew I received a letter from Inazuma, she suddenly became eager to know about the letter."

"The first letter I sent you through Yae publishing?"

You nodded and he suddenly sat up straight in complete surprise. 

"It's too late, she already knew what you wrote." You spoke in a joking manner after seeing his surprised reaction.

"She'll know if I try to hide it, so I just let her read the letter. The first thing she asked was your name, age and height. It was quite amusing". You smiled at the thought of it. 

"This feels rather confounding…" he adds with a helpless smile.

"She told me, you're quite ideal but unsuitable for me. Says, you won't understand the language and the culture. She labelled you as an unimpressive suitor." You paused to read his calm gaze. 

"At that time, I just thought I probably need to teach you the basics… it wouldn't be that bad because hell, I didn't wanna end up marrying the Prince's son."

"What? You never told me about that either?!" That new information surprised him even more than he already was.

"Yes, I just felt like talking about it now. But it's true."

He silently looked at you, seemingly thinking before he finally spoke out his thoughts to you. "Oh… it's not a good question but curiosity has given me confidence to just ask you about why did you refused the arrangements back then?"

"It's simple, I just thought I won't be able to visit my family often because I'll be cooped up inside the castle. That's too boring. But they haven't arranged it yet actually, it was just a mere suggestion by then. So, I didn't worry about it too much."

He smiled knowingly, "Or did you already love someone back then?"

"Was it love? I'm not sure…". You avert your gaze as you seem to ponder, "...but whenever I think about that someone, I feel oddly happy." You calmly spoke while meeting his gaze once more with a knowing smile. 

He let out an amused chuckle before returning to his previous position and comfortably rested his head on your lap but instead of facing the tea table he was now facing your body.

"Love depicts a lot of emotions" he briefly turned his head to gaze up at you.

"For example, the pain of longing. Even now, I've been missing you whenever you're away. It felt sickeningly horrible." He casually hinted those previous years when you were back at your homeland. 

"If anger counts, then that day… Was I just missing you when you completely forgot about me?". You met his gaze before answering your own question, " Make sense.". As you mentioned that one time he couldn't remember anything about you. 

"Worried, anxious, fear, guilt are all included." He adds.

You nodded, "Yes, it seems even back then my heart was already taken hostage."

"Wait… wait- I was not guilty in that matter". You let out a chuckle as he responded playfully.

You rolled your eyes but you didn't seem interested in indulging him with the banter.

"Oh come on… You should've said I kept your heart with my fragile hands with utmost care". He added.

"No, I prefer the hostage bit." You argued back.

"...but that's harsh". He grumbled.

"As a writer, I think it sounds thrilling"

He sighed as he eventually let you have the final statement. 

"Now I wonder, how did you think of fulfilling the exact criteria even before I informed you about it? Or was it all your own meticulous planning?" You suddenly thought because impressively he has learned your homeland's language and basic culture even before visiting you. 

"Impressive right?" He whispered before snuggling closer into the fabrics of your clothes. 

You only smiled in response, knowing well he wasn't going to explain much into that. 

[ Two days later ]

The wooden katana stabs to the ground as the owner loses hold of it due to the strong force received from the other user.

"I know you're holding back. But I wonder… would it make any difference if the outcome of the match involves my dear daughter?"

"Yes, most definitely" He unhesitatingly replied with a calm smile.

"Mom, best him over!". You cheered from the sidelines as if he wasn't listening. Meanwhile, your brother helplessly shook his head while holding a cup of tea. 

"You had to give him a boost of confidence." Your brother adds just for you to listen.

"No need, one match is enough. He already did great." She replied to you with an approving nod.

Ayato smiled, he didn't think such words would get to him that much. It felt surreal that his in-laws would actually praise him. 

Your mother suddenly tossed the wooden katana from which Ayato caught it with ease.

"Ma'am, if I may, can I have a match with your dear daughter?" He asked as if he's asking permission to court you.

"Noo…" You had already refused even before he got any confirmation from your mother.

"Well, why not." But surprisingly, your mother agreed to his request without much thought.

You sighed but eventually stood up  from the porch and walked to where your mother previously stood.

Ayato pulled the wooden katana from the ground and handed the other one to you while displaying a joyous smile.

"Mom… why'd you agreed to this? Just look at his face" you casually complained to the person who was now accompanying your brother with a cup of tea in hand.

"Please forgive me, Ma'am but it's my first time to have a match with her. It feels thrilling". He calmly admitted with the same smile.

"It's been many moons ago since I've seen her breath eagerness towards victory".

"Mom, that's exaggerating. I'm not."

Ayato looked at you with a soft smile while the other two who were watching by the porch laughed at your remarks.

"Fine, shall we begin?" You finally turned to face your today's opponent after not practising swordsmanship for a few years.

His left hand that was placed elegantly behind his back has now returned to hold the hilt of the wooden katana. Ayato nodded his head with a calm smile as he stood in a stance seemingly eager to win as you were.

You sighed to ease away your mind after feeling a little overwhelmed just looking at his seemingly calm self.

“Ma’am would it be alright to trouble you in being our today’s judge?” Ayato casually requested but he’s actually giving you a brief chance to prepare yourself.

“Gladly”. She stood closer to where she could see the both of you.

Ayato returned his calm gaze towards you once more, seemingly checking if you’re truly ready for the match.

“Ready when you are.”

You swiftly stood in a stance that was completely different from his posture. A different technique that you seem to adapt whenever you’re in a sword match.

“I’m ready”. You informed and he nodded.

In that instant you seem to hear nothing, not the calm breeze, not the chirping birds or the rustling of leaves but only your own breath. It’s been a while since you’re in such a focus state of mind but it seems you’re truly aiming to do your best.

The second you lift your right foot from the ground to start the strike, Ayato’s sword has already hovered an inch over your neck. Just like that, he was already winning the match.  

Your eyes widened in shock as you froze in place. He met your gaze while displaying that same calm smile. It took you three seconds to recover from that situation before you pushed his shoulder using the hilt of your wooden sword.

He would’ve dodged it before you strike but in that short moment his curiosity got the better of him. He wants to know how much strength you could do? Would he stumble backwards or would he feel the pain for a week? Ayato was that insane to know these kinds of things but he knew there wouldn’t be any other chance to find the answer even if he asked you besides this very moment.

You turned around to face him once more after swiftly escaping from his wooden sword. He rapidly moves forward to do another strike but you manage to block his wooden katana. If it was actually blades, the edges would grit against each other and form sparks of fire.

His strength wielding the wooden katana was so strong that your eyebrows are furrowing to withstand it. Sweat started to form on the sides of your head as you tried to push his wooden katana. His arm didn't budge one bit. 

Eventually, Ayato steadily decreases the force against your wooden sword just enough to balance it with your strength. He knew your stamina is slowly reduced just by seeing you taking in deep breaths however the flare in your eyes hasn’t changed since the beginning of the duel.

“Under such circumstances, I shall declare it as a draw. Is that considerable?” Your mother seems to deliberately suggest a halt to the duel. She seems to know something about you better than your today’s opponent.

“Of course”. He quickly agreed with a nod as he swiftly took a step back. 

You looked at your mother questioningly but eventually agreed with her without voicing out your thoughts.

Ayato casually walked over towards you as he helped you to hold the wooden sword as if it was troubling you. He then handed both the wooden swords to the nearby servants on duty. 

You walked over towards your mother as she displayed an approving smile, “Agility is your weakness”.

“...but mom, he’s so strong”. You whispered a complaint to her as if Ayato wasn't already standing right next to you with that same calm smile.

“Strength is consistency” Same as you, she too spoke without secrecy from the said person himself. 

“Right…” You eventually agreed after you remember that Ayato does sword practises everyday without skipping.  

“Remember don’t strain yourself”. She whispered a reminder as you nodded agreeingly.

"Ah… I shall resume indulging those pleasant green tea" She swiftly walked back to the porch, leaving the both of you standing there just so casually.

You sighed as you exchanged gaze with the person beside you. His smile softened as he casually placed an arm over your shoulder.

"Sweetheart, you should've joined me for sword practice sometimes. I haven't even got the chance to see all the techniques you use."

"I'm just a writer. I use my fingers to write. Besides, you have a lot of people to choose from for practice and you can even hire someone from my homeland if you want to know other sword techniques. Actually I can just ask my brother to show you the basics. He probably wants you to teach him your ways as well if you seek for the advanced level" You replied with a lengthy explanation of ideas and solutions to him.

He helplessly smiled, "Such brilliant idea, my sweetheart. However, none of it would let me spend more time with you".

A slight frown appeared on your face, before it slowly reduced into a soft smile as you finally realised what he actually meant. "Oh?"

He nodded, "Yes."

Despite that, you shook your head, "No."

He gently pulled your shoulder until your head was closer to lock his gaze with you, slightly trying to persuade you to agree.

Unfazed, you still shook your head to disagree with his suggestion. He sighed with a slight chuckle as he slightly nodded.

"Alright. I guess I'll have to practise all alone then". It seems he's not giving up about that matter yet.

"Fine, but not within these few months." You casually informed him.

"Why? Is something-" His eyes widened seemingly assuming a reason behind your words.

"Are you returning to your homeland… for a few months?" He whispered. 

You shook your head with a helpless smile, "but I would love that idea, would you let m-"

"Oh… sweetheart" Your words seem to have saddened his spirit as he spoke humorlessly cutting through your words. "I can't even stop you even if I wanted you to stay but I-"

"Stop being dramatic, shhh". You quickly tried to stop him from rambling even more. Somehow you can already feel the embarrassment creeping up your cheeks when you hear your brother start stifling a laughter from over the porch.

Ayato on the other hand was unbothered and he's slightly enjoying seeing such genuine reaction coming from you. He finds it quite cute. 

You quickly pulled him to walk a bit further away from the porch area, "I'm not leaving"

"So what did you mean by a few months?" He was quick to get the answer he actually wants.

[ The next day ]

"I beg your pardon" He subconsciously blurted out with sudden formality. 

"I don't feel like going out today" You repeated as you pulled up the smooth fabric of the blanket to cover your face away from his view. 

"Sweetheart, what is the matter? Is it because you wished to return to your homeland alongside your family yesterday? If so, you should've told me." He gently brushed his fingers along your silky smooth hair. 

"It's just cold" You mumbled.

He let out a soft chuckle, "I'm afraid, you love the coldness better than me, sweetheart"

"Fine, I'm just sleepy". You huffed underneath the blanket.

"Come on now, what's the matter?" He insists on questioning you while gently pulling the blanket off your face. 

"It's still early". You grumbled.

He gently placed his palm on your forehead to check your temperature but then nodded once he confirmed your body temperature was normal.

"Sweetheart, it's past afternoon. Have you not eaten anything yet?". He asked again, feeling a little concerned. 

You stayed quiet afterwards which then confirmed his assumption. He sighed, "Come, accompany me to eat lunch. I'm famished"

Ayato has just returned from a meeting and he initially thought you were busy writing somewhere outside the estate which caused him to worry about your whereabouts because he couldn’t find you. Turns out you were still in bed ever since he left for work which was unexpected.

You didn’t move as you stayed still in bed, refusing to comply with him. He didn’t want to force you either, so he casually rested his head on top of your stomach.

“I’m not your pillow, go somewhere else”. You swiftly rolled over to the side, heartlessly causing half of his body to fall on the futon. Luckily the futon was thick enough to save him from the hard floor.

“My heart hurts”. He whined, feeling a little sad for your harsh rejection.

You sighed, “I’m sorry”. Truth was you didn’t want to treat him that badly either. You knew he was just trying to persuade you to come with him.

He sat up once more as he looked down at you with a smile on his lips seemingly unbothered. He reached out a hand to gently caress your cheeks, “Tell me, what are you upset about?”

You suddenly sat up, and moved over towards him as you comfortably rested your head on his lap. Usually it was always him who would do this to you.

“Goodness me. Now I’m not so sure if this is entirely about me that you’re unsatisfied about”. He let out a chuckle but was equally curious about your thoughts.

“I’m so angry at you right now”. You casually informed him.

“You are?”. He questions with a smile as his eyes meet yours with much adoration. Ayato was sure you weren't. 

“Ayato…”. You suddenly called his name with your eyes now closed.

“Hmm?” He hummed looking down at you, the smile on his lips slowly disappearing. He felt that you were much more serious now that you’ve called him like that.

"My mother says I shouldn't eat a lot of things and says I should reorganise my whole eating diet. She even gave me her own notes".

"Why is that?"

You grabbed one of his hands and slightly squeezed it in both of your hands. "I feel so restricted but I know I need to comply". You continue to speak out your frustrations to him.

"Surely, it wouldn't be any different? Your usual diet at the estate is considerably well prepared." Now he feels a little curious about the matter but he wants to wait for you to explain it more to him.

"I'm a little worried but…" You suddenly opened your eyes to meet his calm gaze, "No matter, I still have your full support".

"Oh dear… it seems you're leaving out an important fact from me." He calmly states out a point but he eventually smiles despite feeling an eagerness to know behind such regulations placed over you.

Ayato gently pulled your body towards him as he then carried you before placing your head on the pillow. He then positioned half of his body hovering over you as his left arm supported his weight, with a certain closeness that'll make you question his intentions. He then placed his right hand on the pillow, just next to your head. 

"Still my wife must eat lunch with me. That's not negotiable". He softly spoke with his left cheeks slightly squished against the left side of your cheek. He was intentionally wanting to grasp all your attention. 

You cupped his face with both hands to slowly pull him away, "I'll squish your cheeks.". You tried to sound a little stern but you eventually laughed as you see him smiling gleefully at your touch, "I can't believe I'm arguing with you like this" 

He suddenly grabbed both your hands with his own as he gave your fingertips a quick kiss. "Then would you want me to-"

"No."

"What?! I haven't-"

"No."

"Not negotiable?"

You eventually nodded with an amused chuckle. 

"But I'm willingly risking my official attire knowing that it'll get wrinkles… I still have another meeting in...". He started counting with his fingers before continuing his sentence, "...the next two hours." he argued as if getting wrinkles on his outfit was life threatening.

"Fine. I'll accept your first offer".

"How disappointing... but lunch is indeed a priority. Come now"

He smiled, seemingly satisfied before casually pulling you to stand up along with him.

"Now, should I help you defy our superior's meal suggestions or you could tell me the specifics about such an important matter?" 

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A/N: idea flows like water whenever I write about Ayato.

#genshin impact #kamisato ayato #kamisato ayato x reader #ayato kamisato #genshin imagines #genshin headcanons #genshin impact ayato

[honeybee-taskforce]

1x01 Rewatch Thoughts and Feelings

disclaimer I’m typing this all on my phone while I watch so if there’s spelling or grammar errors they can be added to my sin list for when i get judged at the pearly gates.

lets fly

-grace <3

-idk why i forgot that the show STARTS with the explosion and loss of old 126…

-judd <3

-salutes the fallen as they are still alive since i know this is a canon event and needs to happen for my comfort characters to come together

-oh FUCK i forgot how quick it happens and that Grace is on call WITH Judd AND hears the explosion happen like…. Ahhhhh.

-TK <3

-“i’m gonna ask alex to marry me tonight” canon event we can’t interfere canon event we can’t interfere canon event we can’t interfere-

-i would piss myself if i was ever hamging off the side of a skyscraper cause heights is my biggest fear lmfao

-“i say go for it” CANON EVENT WE CANT INTERFERE-

-I know I’m not free from clowning on Owen in recent episodes but Season 1 will always be my favorite of him. Seeing him here just reminds me how much I used to like his character.

-“my son’s getting engaged tonight will i make it to the wedding?” WELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL you see there’s a few things that have to happen first but TECHNICALLY-

-chief radford telling Owen to give him a call if he changes his mind is the real MVP

-TK BABY WAKE UP

-okay so the first time i watched this episode i was shellshocked by how much happened before the first commercial break?? A whole fire ladder crew is lost, someone is diagnosed with cancer, someone overdoses???? i was- ?????? And then i saw it. The sign i missed from the beginning. “produced by Ryan Murphy”. SONUVABITCH I SHOULD’VE KNOWN- (i was a glee kid)

-Owen and TK are such a good duo

-country music cause we’re in texas baybeeee yeehaw

-these two are so “new york” stepping out of this car it pains me

-tk is such a good person and so aware of other people’s needs it hurts so much how he (at this point) doesn’t put that same energy towards himself

-shakes ass to the music playing while we get our “Meet the 126” montage

-“i’m allergic to poor leadership” such a good line that does an amazing job setting up who Marjan is going to be for the whole series. -judd baby… </3

-this scene is so well acted I love it so so so much. Judd’s anger and Owen’s calm but cautious energy mesh so well.

-PS heehee you’re gonna be best frieeeeeends

-…..has owen’s house always been black wtf i always picture it white when im reading fics????? -i love this striped jacket tk is wearing where did it go did it survive the flames from season 2….

-oh god i just noticed hid pants show his ankles i hate that fashion trend so so somuch but im also 6’4” so maybe it’s because i was made fun of for my ankles showing when i was growing up LOL

-oh hey michelle hoe are you nice to see you

-liv is such a good actress i don’t care for michelle but i DO like liv this first scene is such a good introduction

-CARLOS <3

-i always love trying to figure out what the emergency is going to be when we’re clearly approaching one in a set up scene because most of the time it’s obvious but there are the few that come around and shellshock me lmfao

-Michelle and Owen as captains would have been a fun dynamic to explore as the show went on had liv stayed around. Even if I am a huge fan of Tommy and how they interact and respect each other.

-grace immediately calling judd on his bullshit is perfect and i love her for it so much. Another amazing introduction to a character. hell this whole pilot does the best job of introducing us to the cast in the first episode than i think a lot of shows (that i’ve at least seen) do so props to them!

-“the man i love has never taken no for an answer, so do not start now.” GRACE IS SOOOOOO GOOOOOOOD

-i forgot they start the skincare talk in the pilot i thought this was and episode 2 thing sfgfsgngn this feels so goofy to include in the pilot like it’s meant to be a major plot moving forward instead of just characterization

-“most people tend to tiptoe around me” paul… </3 I love him. -carlos just introduced himself to his future father in law and doesn’t know it yet hehehehehehehehehehe

-CARLOS AND TK JUST SPOKE TO THEIR FUTURE HUSBANDS FOR THE FIRST TIME AND DONT KNOW IT YET HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE

-i love how tk starts the show off wanting to be exactly like his dad, or at least who he thinks his dad wants him to be, and evolves into his own person over time and is proud of that. I’m proud of that. -TELL HIM ABOUT THE- ugh. Canon event.

-“that’s him?” she had target locked and ready

-carlos nervously waiting for michelle to get everyone away so he can approach tk yeah yeah yeah

-“you wanna dance?” It beeeeginss!!!!!!

-grace being the best and approaching owen is my favorite scene in the pilot by far. ESPECIALLY on rewatch, knowing where the characters end up and all. -This second scene with owen and judd is definitely sceond place though, given how it seems like Judd messed this up again but Owen decides to give him a chance by telling him about his cancer and then acknowledging the memorial that was put up… and it works out for everyone because Judd ends up becoming the heart of the new 126. -holy hell i completely forgot that we meet the wife and daughter of one of the former 126 here….

-shakes ass to old town road while everyone montages their way through the end of the episode

-JUDD ON THE TRUCK YEEEEEEEEHAW

and that’s that. FUCK i love this show.

#honeybeewatchforce #911 lone star rewatch 2024 #911 lone star

[mrfandomgage]

Lynn folds papers as neatly as he can as FemGoat watches, sipping a smoothie. Catharine and Goat idle as the clock ticks to the end of their shift. Rags, strolls in the store. Goat takes his order. The two talk in excitement for their evening plans.

"I'll take a number six. Just the burger", Rags orders, "so what are we watching tonight?"

"Gage said 'The Mario Movie'", Goat explains, "seems to be ancient history, but I couldn't really find any archival material, but a lot of things he gets are fun, albeit out of date".

"What's with that guy and stuff from a thousand years ago?"

Catharine chimes in, "he's an ancient god that was born a thousand years ago".

Rags giggles as he inserts his card to the reader to pay for food, "Good one Cat, I'll go over to my usual space and wait".

As Rags trots away, Catharine punches Goat in the arm, shout whispering at him, "You didn't tell him?"

Goat whispers back, "Gage doesn't hide his powers, regularly, I'm rather impressed Rags didn't notice how bright the stars in his cloak are or that he just occasionally floats through the air, or that he moves inhumanely fast, like teleportation".

"Is that really your excuse for not telling your friend?"

"I mean, I don't find it a problem!"

"Hey Catharine!" Rags calls out as he walks over again, "is Sharla coming to watch the movie with us?"

Catharine sighs at Goat, before turning to Rags saying, "Yeah, my car's out of commission today, you wanna hitch a ride with us or something?"

"I wanted to ask her if she uses a hair dye or if her hair is naturally like that".

"I get with the pigments and what else that it might not look it, but like my hair, it's also natural".

"Damn, it's a really nice shade of dark blue too".

"I can ask my sibling about hair dye brands", Goat says, "they're really into coloring their hair, they may even know some good overall fur dying products. Most are shit from what I hear".

"God, yeah, they are", Rags complains, "They're either really impotent and get washed out after a day or two, or the at home product you bought is actually made for you to go to a specialist to do it, who most likely already has what you want, so you're paying more and god is that frustrating".

Catharine hands Rags his burger and she says, "we can make laser guns, and bio efficient cybernetics, but if you want pink fur, it's only gonna last you a day".

"I mean, it's more just a nitpick honestly", Rags sighs, "oh, can I get a knife?" After obtaining his plastic cutlery, Rags walks out of sight.

Catherine goes back to whispering, "So you don't tell your friend you live with an ancient God?"

"Technically we were born at the same time, our universes just had different states of-", Goat tries explaining.

Catharine cuts him off, "I don't care of multiverse mumbo jumbo! You told me!"

"You've been my friend since middle school, he's been my bully in that time".

"Does that make you any less of friends now?"

"No, but it doesn't mean I want to go to him for these things".

Catharine sighs and gives up. The duo return to working. There are three minutes left to go in their clocks. Lynn gives FemGoat a paper flower, to her delight. Goat doodles by the register as Sharla walks in and waves to Catharine. The two chatter amongst themselves as Goat draws an OC of his. More coworkers come in and the current person in charge gives them the go ahead to leave. As the party start heading out, Rags calls out to Goat.

"HEY! Can you come with me in my car Goat? I wanna show you something", Rags explains.

Goat shrugs, "sure, why not. Catch ya guys later!" Goat walks over to Rags.

Rags hands him half the burger he bought, "I thought you might be hungry as well".

"There's no cheese on this".

Rags scratches the back of his head, "well, yeah, couldn't give you the best part!"

Goat shrugs as he eats and follows Rags to his car, "something important you wanna show me?"

Rags gets in his car to the driver seat, "not really, just..."

Goat sits in passenger, "ah, I get it, ya just wanted to hang out more, that's alright".

Rags shouts, flustered, "no you idiot! I mean. Well, I do like the company... ... ... I've never been to your house before and need help getting there".

"Ah, alright weirdo, I'll tell ya how to drive a straight line".

"You walk to work in just a straight line?"

"Yeah, basically".

"Can we take a detour then?"

"Knock yourself out".

Rags pulls out of his space, and drives. The two talk about work, and a few events that happened. Rags mocks crushes Goat had, and Goat jokes about Rags' last boyfriend. After a few minutes Goat falls asleep in the warmth of the car and his clothes. The drive becomes quiet. Rags puts on classical music on low volume settings. Rags stops by a rather large and nice looking house. He opens the door and tries closing it as quietly as possible, and he runs into the house as quickly as he can. He soon returns seeing Goat still sleeping. He quietly opens the door and enters.

"I've never seen ya outside of work in anything other than a crop top T, and those short shorts", Goat remarks.

"JESUS CHRIST!" Rags screams, "You could've been sitting up before this!"

Goat stretches, "thought it'd be funny. This your parents house or something?"

Rags sighs and puts his head down on the wheel, "no. It's mine, they bought it for me, and pay my bills, and the gardener. Perks of being an only child I guess..."

Goat pops his neck, "well it looks nice, got anything fancy?"

Rags speaks, increasingly getting quieter, "there's an indoor theater, a pool, a bedroom..."

Concerned, Goat asks, "what's wrong?"

Rags sighs sitting back in the seat, he replies, "I'm lonely, I get out sometimes and have an occasional hookup, maybe even someone to be with for a few weeks, but really, most of the time I'm just... there. By myself. In my room. Maybe reading, maybe playing one of those old games you and Fandom like. Maybe I go and cook myself something or just order takeout because I have the money for it anyway. I'm kinda excited to meet your family".

"I don't really live with my family, they're more like roommates".

"Oh. I guess I didn't need to go and change then".

"The sweater looks nice, and you look good in jeans".

"Thanks Gage".

"Anytime Richard. Besides, when will I meet your family?"

Rags laughs, for a moment before going quiet. With a sigh he asks, "how do I get to your house?"

"Just drive to the mall, and I'll guide you from there".

Rags pulls out from the house. He drives down the road. Goat tries to make small talk but Rags turns up the volume of the classical music. He turns it up too high to where Goat holds his head and ears, Rags immediately turning it down. Goat gets the message and watches outside the window, without a word. Rags pulls into the mall's parking lot and parks, turns off the gas and rests his head on the wheel.

"I don't know where my parents are", Rags explains.

"Huh?" Goat hums.

"I only remember them being in my life up until I was ten. On my tenth birthday I was given two gifts, that house, and a caretaker... who later became my gardener. She's really nice".

"How do you know they're still paying for-"

"My gardener still gets paid every month, and the electricity is still on, I don't even receive the mail for these bills".

"Oh".

"I wish you could meet my parents, I want to see them too, maybe at least you can see your own parents".

"I could, the same way I could stab myself, but I don't really want to hurt myself".

"... I didn't..."

"You're good. Want me to come over some time?"

"... ... ... it's over an hour walk".

"When has that stopped me?"

"I'll just pick you up, don't worry about it. Now, where do we go?"

"Thanks man. Ok so you're gonna need to go east from here".

#furry writing #furry fandom #furry #averagegoatman #rags the rat #ragstherat #richard #lynn #femgoat #catharine #sharla