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mattslutt · 17 days

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ALL NIGHT

m.sturniolo

contains: collage au, smut, bondage, pet names, dacryphilia, overstimulation, dom!matt.

summary: you fuck every other night with the most popular and smartest guy in collage.

I couldn’t focus in class at all. Staring at the paper sheet, at questions that I need to answer and they have to be done by the end of the class but my mind keeps tracing back to last night when I was a complete mess; moaning and whimpering his name while he rammed into me non stop, overstimulating me every single fucking time.

I am always craving for his touch on my skin, for his lips on specific places, for his teasing and slight humiliation cuz he does it so good. I’m always so lost after our nights but he seems to be doing perfectly fine.

I shorty glanced at him in class, he was already done with all of the questions and he was just chilling, he turned to look at me and the most sexiest smirk curved onto his lips, he grinned at turned around and typed something on his phone.

I received a nonfiction, my phone was next to me.

matt:

tonight. 7pm.

I looked back at him again and let out a quiet frustrated sigh but I smiled at him.

y/n:

not tonight. gotta study.

I turned the phone off looking at him, waiting for his reaction, he turned to look at me and he had that one expression on his face that said “c’mon, stop pretending”, something like that.

matt:

don’t wanna get your brains fucked out again?

I gasped at the message, my eyes went wide and I looked at him, to see him smirking again, giggling quietly.

y/n:

you’re getting me fucked up.

matt:

and i’ll get you fucked up tonight too ;)

I slightly blushed at the message putting the phone down on the table looking at him, he was already looking at me with the biggest grin on his face.

After classes…

I was walking in the corridors when I suddenly felt someone pull me by my hand and drag me into the nearest empty room. My breath hitched but I soon realised that it was Matt due to his hand placement. Matt buried his face onto my shoulder and he attacked my neck with kisses.

“Matt. You know we can’t be doing this right now.”

“I don’t care. I need you so bad”, Matt whispered with a raspy voice, he knew his raspy voice made me even weaker for him. I turned to face him.

“Pretty doll”, Matt teased as he played with my hair.

“Don’t call me that.”

“What? Doll?”

I nodded my head but i secretly liked it.

“I know you love it when I call you that. You’re probably already soaking wet in those panties.”, Matt teased as he got closer to me, pulling me closer to his body and almost touching my lips.

My breath hitched as I closed my eyes as I murmured “fuck” under my breath. Matt trailed his fingers around my skirt and I immediately pulled his hands away.

“C’mon, baby.”, in his mind he wanted to get rid and rip this god damn skirt off of you, he wanted to feel you and he needed to feel you.

“Just like you said, 7pm tonight”, I whispered teasingly, trying to leave the room but Matt was quick enough to grab me by my hand and kiss me. The kiss was very sloppy and hungry, I could feel how needy he was, his hands were on my waist pulling me closer every moment, he entered his tongue into my mouth causing me to let out a small whimper as our tongues collided together.

I pulled away from the kiss, both of our breaths were heavy. I smiled at him and then slowly opened the door to get out.

“I’ll see you tonight, doll”.

At 7pm…

Matt has been spamming me for the last ten minutes while im getting ready in my collage dorm. Tonight I wanted to tease him, drive him crazy so I was dressing up just like how he liked it, the jeans and the top that he loves. The jeans were flared and had greyish shades, the top was white with long sleeves and a cut out in the middle ; perfectly show off my chest. He didn’t care about makeup that much but he liked it natural so that’s what I did, but I didn’t do it all of this just for him, I of course did this for myself. His favourite fit on me was my favourite too.

I quickly sprayed on some good girl perfume on myself and straightened my hair, picked up my phone and dorm keys and stormed out. I knocked on his door, he opened the door and i almost passed out. He just got out of the shower, his hair wet and messy, a towel wrapped around his waist.

“You’re late”, he spoke.

I was so desperate that I immediately leaned in to kiss him pressing my lips onto his, he was quickly taken aback but within seconds he was kissing me back. He closed the door, not pulling away and he leaned me against the wall, grabbing my hands and pinning them above my head. The look of lust in his eyes made me want to moan on the spot. He brought his lips to my neck, biting and sucking before kissing. Soft whimpers were escaping my mouth.

He slowly pulled away as he was looking straight into my eyes

“You smell so good”.

“Your favourite perfume”.

“Fuck, you’re so good to me”.

He kissed me again, this time softly picking me up into his arms and placing me onto his bed. He started to slowly take off my top as his mouth immediately traveled to my chest, placing kisses everywhere.

“I need you so bad”, I whined.

With that being said Matt ripped the jeans off of me immediately as his fingers trailed around my thong.

“Such a slut for me.”, Matt teased me as kissed me on the lips.

“Please”, I whined again, I looked pathetic but I need him.

“Since you pissed me off today durning class, I’ll have to punish you somehow”, Matt spoke with a calm tone which scared me. I saw him grabbing ropes from his drawer, he pinned my arms above my head and tied them up.

He slowly spread my legs and leaned into kiss me while his fingers were teasing my wetness where I needed him the most. He slowly rubbed it, painfully in a slow peace on purpose which caused me to whimper and I felt him smirk into the kiss. As I deepened the kiss because I was that desperate I felt him slowly slide his fingers into me and pump them in and out, deeply.

I pulled away from the kiss throwing my head back and moaning loudly.

“You like that, doll?”.

I couldn’t speak at all because his fingers felt so good inside me, I couldn’t even talk.

“Answer me”, Matt demanded as he started to aggressively pump his fingers inside me causing me to moan loudly.

“Fu-ck”, please don’t stop”, I managed to mumble out as he leaned it to kiss me again while his fingers worked magic.

I felt that I was close cuz my legs were trembling and I squeezed my eyes shut.

“Look at me or I’ll stop”, Matt demanded.

I wasn’t even able to hear him properly. Matt shoved his fingers even deeper and before I was able to let out another moan he kissed me. My legs were trembling and with one last final push with his fingers inside me I squirted all around his fingers, thinking he would stop but I was wrong. He continued, tears were streaming down my face as I saw Matt with the biggest grin on his face, he leaned in to kiss my forehead.

“You’re doing so good, doll”.

“I can’t feel my arms”, I breathed out.

“Good, I’m not gonna untie them anytime soon”.

Another tear rolled down my face and Matt softly chuckled.

“You’re so cute when you cry”.

Matt slowly leaned it and started to untie my arms as he looked into my eyes the whole time.

“You did so good, doll. But let’s see if you’ll be able to handle this round”, Matt whispered as he kissed my forehead. He slowly tapped my mouth and spread my legs and lowered himself between my thighs. He slowly tied them to the bed and started teasing me. I need him there the most so I just grabbed his hair and lowered him. I felt him smirking but that was a sign for him to keep going so he immediately started swirling his tongue all over it, he slowly slid his fingers inside making me throw my head back and gasp loudly.

I didn’t even last a few minutes, squirting all over his fingers again. He looked up at me and removed the tape from my mouth.

“Stick your tongue out”.

He slid his fingers inside my mouth as I sucked on them, I was making a doe eye face expression on purpose. He slowly pulled his fingers out.

“I need to feel you, doll, please.”

I smirked at him because I needed him inside me more than anything

He understood my face expression as a yes so he spread my legs even more widely, pushing slowly inside me which made both of us throw our heads back, I heard Matt groaning and cursing under his breath. He started to ram into me as he wrapped one of his hands on my neck, the slapping noises were echoing the room as my moans were getting louder with every ram.

“Fuck. You’re so tight”, Matt whispered under his breath, fastening the peace.

I wasn’t able to speak at all anymore, I just nodded and let out whimper sounds as answers. He picked up the peace even more, resting his head onto my chest, bringing both of us closer to our edge.

“Cum inside me”, I breathed out.

“Yeah?”, he breathed heavily.

“Please”.

Matt wrapped his second hand onto my neck and rammed into me violently fast, I felt tears streaming down my face as I screamed, feeling his hot liquid fill me up.

He untied my legs and leaned into kiss me before pulling away.

“This felt so fucking good”, I whispered.

“I needed this”, Matt whispered back, playing with my hair.

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omfg. i feel like writing this was crazy but anyways. hope you enjoy it guys. i love you all 💗

taglist @55sturn @freshloverr @sturniolosstar @plasticferal @hoesformatt @westwiing13 @mbbsgf @sturncrazy @sturnsblunt @gamermattsgf

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ml-nolan · 3 months

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Postlude

Here's a little one-shot in the Layers of the Sun Dreamling AU that I've been thinking about for months. It's set shortly after the final chapter of Music When You Speak. Enjoy! 💜🖤💜🖤💜

Approx. 1156 words | Rated G | On AO3

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Ever since he gained the internal stability to do so, Dream started keeping an eye on the LAPD unclaimed property website. It was a choice that Dr. Gault had at first been wary of, worried that it would keep Dream trapped in a horrible memory.

"Are you sure you want that thing in your house? Would it not be triggering to see it day after day?"

"The memory will never leave me, no matter what I do," Dream had replied.

Truthfully, with the treatments Dr. Gault had administered, the ghost of electricity surging beneath his skin, the feeling of being trapped like an animal, the acute pain and indignity, had faded. When he remembers his brief but violent captivity now, it is like looking at a still life painting rather than inhabiting a looping film sequence.

"Owning it seems more like…justice. Like my due. And like what…it…deserves," he told her.

When he put it that way, it did not take her long to understand.

This morning, he sits at the countertop, drinking black tea as the sky brightens from indigo to light blue through his westward facing windows. As the cloud cover evaporates, it reveals the texture of windswept white caps on the ocean. Refreshing the website on his laptop screen, he finally sees exactly what he's been waiting for all this time.

By the time he hangs up the call with his broker, a familiar car is pulling into the driveway, followed by a less familiar truck. Today Hob is moving in, completely and for good.

After one more long look at the photo drawn up on his screen, Dream shuts the laptop.

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There isn't much to unpack. Hob has been slowly moving things over from his little townhouse ever since Dream bought this place. Plus, he'd unloaded a lot of his stuff on Matthew, Wanda, Martin, and whoever else wanted his old junk.

He’d brought over his cheese toastie maker, naturally. The bed they bought together so Dream would be more comfortable goes in one of the guest bedrooms. The few records Hob keeps at his house go into the listening room, and all his tacky little knick knacks go into a room that Dream has set aside especially for him. When Hob calls it a man cave, Dream wrinkles his nose like he's just smelled spoiled milk.

"We are both men," Dream says.

"Right, but here I can put up my collection of neon beer signs and taxidermy."

"You have none of those things."

"Says you. You didn’t know me during my redneck phase.”

Dream has the most adorable wrinkle of confusion between his eyebrows. Clearly he has no idea whether Hob is joking or not.

“Just kidding, love,” Hob says. He grips Dream's waist with both hands, and Dream allows it, just the way Hob knew he would. And just because he can, just because he loves that put-upon look on his face, Hob plants an extra-wet kiss on Dream's lips. Dream wipes it off with a scowl, but he's blushing down to the collar of his crewneck t-shirt.

As the moving truck disappears around the bend in Dream’s private road, Hob cards his fingers through Dream's mess of sable hair.

“Sooooo…care to give me a tour of my new bedroom?”

Dream grins, but he shakes his head.

“I am waiting on one more delivery," he says. "I need your help making space in the workshop."

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A wiry blonde, possibly in her sixties (or older given the way people in this city fight the natural aging process) slides out of the passenger side of a white delivery truck.

“That took no time at all,” Dream says as she approaches. "Ethel, this is my partner, Hob Gadling."

Hob looks radiant as he shakes her hand. But then, he always looks radiant to Dream.

Ethel gives Hob a curt nod, then sighs as she fusses with the tablet in her hands. “Bit miffed they posted the thing before calling me. I told my contact months ago money was no object."

"You succeeded. That is what matters," Dream says. He has waited patiently, and the fruits of his patience are now in front of him. All past obstacles are irrelevant.

Two men roll up the door on the back of the truck and lower a metal ramp. The instrument is even more massive than Dream remembers, but then again, everything from his state of mind, to the size of the space they inhabit, to the circumstances under which he is seeing it, is completely different.

Better, obviously. And completely on his terms.

Hob raises his eyebrows as they roll the piano down the ramp on its study casters, but he doesn't interrupt as Dream settles up with Ethel, as the two men negotiate it down to Dream's workshop and set it in the space he and Hob had spent the last half hour clearing.

Then they are alone again. Just the two of them and Dream's newest charge. Until now, he's only worked on smaller instruments—guitars, violins, even an old mandolin. This will be a new challenge, especially given the horrible sound the piano makes when Dream strikes a few of the keys.

But as far as Dream is concerned, this instrument was just as much a victim in the whole Burgess affair as he was. It deserves the same level of restorative care Dream has received. And as far as Dream is concerned, he's the best person to provide it.

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Hob watches Dream take stock of the full-size grand piano at the center of his workshop. His graceful fingers coast over the enamel, lingering on a few nasty scratches. It must not have been treated well in the last couple years, which is a real shame. The thing sounds like it belongs in the saloon of an old Western honky-tonk. But even with his perfect sense of pitch and sound sensitivity, Dream doesn't even wince.

The reverence in his touch tells Hob exactly where the piano came from. Hob had heard Dream's testimony. He had seen the crime scene photos. The entire world had.

"So this is the piano, huh?"

Dream nods, lowering the heavy lid and stepping back. "It saved my life. I would like to return the favor."

Moving in behind Dream, Hob wraps his arms around his middle and hooks his chin over his shoulder. The tense muscles in Dream's shoulders and back slacken, and he leans his head back against Hob's shoulder. The delicate skin of his neck is soft under Hob's lips.

"You saved your life, too, you know," Hob says softly into his ear.

"As did you," Dream says.

He turns his head to accept Hob's kiss, and Hob has one of those moments he often does with Dream—the kind where he barely recognizes the enchanted thing his life can become.

"So about that tour…" Hob says. Dream kisses him one more time before they head back upstairs.

#layers of the sun #music when you speak #dreamling #dream of the endless #hob gadling #dream x hob #because my head FINALLY doesn't hurt anymore #thank fuck #Approx 1k words #rated g #makes more sense if you've read the original longfic #but do you bebes

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snootlestheangel · 8 months

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Just A Dude!Ghost Monster AU

Side note before this post gets rolling, I love that my post with the highest notes starts with "I don't know who else" and I think that's very reflective of what Tumblr is like XD

Anyways

We're doing it! We are writing a Monster AU featuring Ghost as the only human despite what everyone else thinks! As far as I am concerned, mostly gonna post it here on Tumblr, since I don't really have much right now for it, mostly just little blurbs but if needed for readability, I'll put it on AO3 (under my profile FeelzMaster)

I'm gonna go ahead and give y'all the rundown of what species are featured, kinda what this world's like, the stuffs, ya know? TW: talks of death (just how they can die, relax)

Soap

To be 100% honest, I really wanted to do the whole werewolf!Soap thing cause it's just so perfect for him, but I thought back to a post I made about him being lightning and thought HUH WHAT IF?

So, partially inspired by @tactax-art and their depiction of Soap dealing with fire 'n shit, I have made Soap a unique type of "nymph". Technically, nymph isn't the right word, but neither is elemental, and the true name of these things is so old it's real translation has kinda lost meaning so they stick to describing themselves as "nymphs" or "elementals".

He is a Lightning Nymph, which is rare but that's apparently what happens when you cross an "atmospheric" air nymph (his mum) and a less traditional water nymph (his dad). He's often seeing consuming/messing with things that have electrical charge in order to keep up his own energy (Gaz once had to watch him literally lick an exposed outlet and maintain a straight face). Every time it storms, he's outside somewhere as high as he can get so he can soak up the natural static energy that comes with storms. He can and will shock people for the fun of it.

As for abilities, he's obviously highly conductive, can manipulate electrical energy but it's pretty exhausting so it's more of a life or death thing, he can glow in the dark if he wants to, and he's hyper aware of changes (due to ~energy~). His diet is batteries... Jk, but seriously he does not eat like a human would, he straight up eats things that will help with energy. Like I said earlier, he's licked an exposed outlet like it was an espresso shot. Downside is he can't see for shit in the dark so he's reliant on sensing energies, nightvision, or having one of his buddies that can see in the dark guide him. Can be killed if his brain stem is destroyed, but is also very weakened by the typical stuff (gunshots, stab wounds, severe bodily trauama, etc). but can be severely weakened by being trapped in insulated rooms/wrapped in insulators. If exposed to these things and not able to find a sustainable source of electrical energy, he will die. (rubber, steel, copper are some good insulators)

Gaz

I don't know why but I'm gonna make him a Siren. For some reason Siren!Gaz just melts my heart and I wanna hold him. I don't care if he can lure me to my death with his voice, I wanna hear him sing :'(

He's typically pretty human appearing, it's a natural instinct for Sirens, but when he's tired or distracted (like working out/doing paperwork), you can start to see some very fish-like qualities. Mostly very gorgeous iridescent scales around his ears, eyes, neck, shoulders, knees, top of his feet, and back of his hands.

Can breathe underwater, has the best vision in the dark, eats like a typical person but with more sea food cravings or cravings for fatty foods (like human), when in full Siren form he doesn't have a "mermaid's" tail, it's much more shark-like so he can accelerate really fast. Generally just more shark-like, except his scales are fish-like. His nose, like sharks, is super sensitive to certain changes, so booping his nose always throws him off if it's surprise, but he will also bump his nose into people/things without realizing it to get a better sense of it. Can be killed by things humans can, susceptible to parasites.

Price

Honestly, his has been the hardest but I'm gonna do changeling. I honestly don't know a lot about them, and quite frankly I've already got one homebrewed monster here, so why not another?

He's definitely the one everyone mistakes for being human cause he's so good at keeping up appearances. But there are always times where Price manipulates his appearance/body just enough that it's a little startling for those that believed him to be human to suddenly realize he's very much not.

He's got better eyesight in the dark than a human, but nowhere near close to what Gaz has. He's good at picking up on scents though, as his nose is a bit more attune to sniffing out humans than anything. He's not a bloodsucker, but changelings typically feed on weakened/ill/very old/very young humans, so he's able to tell when something is wrong with someone. Stifles the more violent urges of his species by eating a primarily meat heavy diet with a lot of raw veggies for the crunch. Most susceptible to things with iron or salt (obvi) but can still be fatally wounded by stab wounds/gunshots. Most other stuff won't kill him but it'll certainly hurt and he'll complain the entire time.

Alejandro and Rudy

These two are werewolves and Los Vaqueros is their pack :'). Most Vaqueros are also werewolves, but they do have a variety of other creatures commonly found in North America.

And finally, the whole point of this: we got our boy Ghost as a literal human being. Nothing more, just a dude. A dude with so much fucked up shit happening to him constantly it's just assumed he must be inhuman. NOPE! He's just a dude, a very very unlucky, and probably cursed, dude.

So yeah, that's what I have so far! Working title is "Cheers to the Unknown"

Taglist (if you want added let me know in the replies/reblogs): @tacticaltaxonomist @cthulhusstepmom

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ponkwan · 2 years

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⌗ ⸰ ₊⠀ WARM ME UP !

the one where you’re on your third date with seokmin.

pairing: seokmin x reader

word count: 0.8k

rating: g

content: fluff, (kinda) established relationship au

warning/s: none

Seokmin watches you as you stare outside the window of the coffee shop, arms folded on the table while he takes small sips of his drink.

The both of you haven’t uttered a word again after laughing about a story he shared during his high school life, and instead of feeling awkward or the need to start another conversation once more, he’s actually contented to just sit there in silence with you—a pleasing realization given the fact that this has only been your third date together—as there’s always a small part of him that thinks that in order to keep having a good time with someone, he also needs to make a constant effort of being funny and interesting.

“Cold?” he asks when he sees you clutch the mug you’re holding tighter; the beverage isn’t as hot as before, but it still gives you enough warmth that’ll keep your palms from freezing due to the a/c and the harsh rain happening outdoors.

You smile. “A little. You?”

“Not too much.” He then gestures to his jacket that’s hanging on the chair beside him. “You wanna borrow this?”

“No, I’m okay. You might get cold yourself later on.”

“Don’t worry. I can just steal it back from you if I do.”

You laugh at the joke, your smile even getting wider at the endearing expression etching on Seokmin’s face as he hands you his jacket. You think that he just took pride in making you laugh. “Thanks.”

The moment you wear the jacket, you get a whiff of his familiar scent, something that makes your heart flutter and your body to warm up faster than it should; you pull the material over and closer against you—securing it over your arms and shoulders—and take another subtle inhale just to feed your head the illusion that Seokmin is much closer than he really is at this second.

You’re usually not this shy and hesitant to the guys you’ve dated before, but you guess that since there’s this mix of innocence and sincerity when it comes to his gestures towards you, you naturally find yourself doing the same, wanting to treat him with the same gentleness and care that he’s showing you whenever you meet.

“So,” he suddenly prompts once you’re done fixing the jacket on you, “do you think you’ll want to see me again for a fourth date?”

You raise an eyebrow, slightly leaning to where he’s sat. “Well, aren’t you a little impatient to ask me that already?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Come on, you only ask me that via text when we get home.”

“Yeah, because I’m saving myself the heartbreak if ever your expression already says ‘hell no’.”

You chuckle at his ridiculousness. “And are you confident that me having an expression that already says ‘hell no’ wouldn’t be the case right now?”

“Not sure. Though I have a feeling that the universe will be good to me today.”

“You’re a dork, Seokmin.”

“Am I a dork that you’ll be having a fourth date with at least?”

Before you can answer, a gust of wind from the A/C blows towards your table and you immediately notice Seokmin suppressing a shiver, instead huddling his limbs together to fight off the sudden wave of coldness seeping through his clothes.

You feel guilty for wearing the garment that’s supposed to keep him warm, and with the thought of helping him and at the same time feeding into your desires, you let go of your mug and presented a palm to him.

His eyes immediately flash to it. “What?”

“Give me your hand.”

“Why?”

You chuckle at the uncertainty in his voice. “Because I’m trying to hold it to keep you a bit warm too.”

He grins. “That’s sweet.”

“Are you letting me do it or not?”

With that, he places his hand over yours though turns it so that it appears he’s the one who’s actually holding it. More warmth explodes inside your system and you hide it with a glance to the window again, Seokmin laughing to himself at the rather cute action.

“Should I take this as a yes?” he asks, thumb rubbing on the back of your palm.

“A yes to what?”

“To the fourth date, of course.”

You roll your eyes and smile at yours and his hands on each other. “I don’t know. I think I need to think about it more,” you tease.

He fakes a scowl and you tug his hand to tease him back, in which Seokmin just pulls it back and squeezes it with the right amount of tightness to prevent you from jokingly taking it away again.

“You’re mean,” he mutters.

You grin, reaching for your drink to take a sip before staring outside like earlier, only this time with the kind of proximity you—and undoubtedly Seokmin—want with your date.

thank you for reading ! feedback is always appreciated ☻

#seventeen #dk #seokmin #lee seokmin #dk x reader #dk imagines #seokmin x reader #seokmin imagines #lee seokmin x reader #lee seokmin imagines #dokyeom #dokyeom imagines #dokyeom x reader #seventeen imagines #seventeen x reader #seventeen drabbles

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alexanderlightweight · 10 months

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Hi! Have you done a first meeting for the kelpie!au? Would love to see Magnus' first reaction to Alec and realizing he accidentally acquired a partner but definitely wants to keep him

i have!!! here you go i hope you enjoy it

<3 lumine

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Magnus isn’t sure what has his magic so on edge. So vibrantly agitated that it’s almost impatient in the way it begs his attention but then stalls, as if unsure what to do or where to go.

It’s strange but it’s hardly dangerous, so Magnus ignores it and focuses on finishing his chores.

There’s a dead seelie that requires discreet disposal.

Magnus isn’t normally one to use the same place too often, but something about the particular lake he portals to has always beckoned to him. Between the fact that the lake is hidden in a naturally made rift and using some rather clever warding magic, the lake has remained undisturbed for decades.

Magnus feels content and welcome in the wild and natural beauty of the very well hidden lake, a feeling that is rare and so all the more valuable.

It’s all the more strange that it's one of the only places that Magnus can consistently dispose of annoyances without worrying about evidence.

Because Magnus has tested it, nothing that he ever gets rid of resurfaces, as if the tranquil lake holds an abyss beneath her waters.

It feels right, to throw the bodies into the stillness of the giant lake and use magic to drag them quickly to the bottom. Magnus isn’t sure what consumes the bodies, but he knows it’s efficient and that the sprites and fauna thrives off of both the bodies and his magic.

It’s a slow day and his list of necessary things is done, so Magnus summons himself a blanket, takes off his shoes and socks, and dips his toes into the cool, blue shallows.

Magnus takes a moment and just breathes in the wild magic of the air and the scent of shadow lilies that bob in the shallows.

There are little fish that chase the glints of sunlight through the shallows. A few braver ones nibbling shyly at his toes.

It tickles unexpectedly and Magnus can’t help his reflexive jerk. It scares away the fish and Magnus’ toes catch on a sharp rock with a sting and a little bloom of pink before the water washes it away.

Magnus heals it without a thought and as the fish return, he lets himself relax back into the warm sun. It takes several minutes for his spine to tense and his instincts flare with alarm and Magnus knows someone is watching him.

There is a very focused presence on him. Magnus’ instincts can feel the intensity and weight of his watcher to his bones.

He opens his eyes slowly, preparing magic and blinks.

There is a very gorgeous, naked fae in front of him. He’s covered in small scars and what might be runes and his long hair is in a tangled braid, twined with vine and bone.

He’s so utterly perfect and he’s glaring at Magnus.

An enticing pout sits on the downturned curve of his mouth as he wades closer. Each step bares more of him as water sluices off his muscles and Magnus leans back on his elbows, enjoying the view.

“It’s been over four decades.” Magnus is told calmly but grumpily. “I appreciate you valuing me so much. But I am tired of waiting. Consider me wooed.”

The man is in front of Magnus by the time he’s finished speaking and he drops a small bag before he climbs —naked and dripping wet— right into Magnus’ lap and sits down like it’s his due.

Like he belongs there.

Magnus finds that he does not mind.

Any of this.

Magnus’ mind is working quickly to piece together an idea of what happened. But he has to be careful as he tests his theory. There’s no safe way to make a mistake with a fae and the one in his lap will be gone if Magnus gets it wrong.

“And did you enjoy it, my wooing you?” Magnus asks and he puts a proprietary hand on the man’s ass, pulling him closer. Muscles tense under his grip and Magnus clenches his fingers hungrily.

It earns him a pleased hum of agreement and damp fingers petting down Magnus’ silk sleeves, tracing the way the silk hugs Magnus biceps.

“Do I get to know my lovely boy’s name?” Magnus asks, still slow and careful as he figures out just what is his to take.

“Alec. Alexander, for you.” Is murmured against his cheek like a confession, like it’s a gift. As if that part of him now belongs to Magnus and Magnus feels the shiver of power in his words.

Cool lips brush his jaw and Magnus is hanging onto his control by a thread.

—Ragnor had better be bloody thrilled than his stupid little lectures on ‘self-restraint’ and ‘no sex with fae until you know what the cost is’ have been drilled into Magnus’ instincts—

“I’m Magnus, darling.” Magnus pets Alexander’s flank with his free hand and chuckles when his muscles jump at the touch. “Sensitive, aren’t you?” He asks and then reminds himself not to be distracted. He’s still not sure exactly how this misunderstanding happened.

“I owe you a gift for taking so long when you’ve been so patient. What should I get you, hmm? Tell me.”

It’s better to be as direct with fae as possible. Magnus needs to keep his wits as much as he can until this thing between them is settled.

Alexander pauses from where he’s been clumsily trying to rip off Magnus’ clothes. And Magnus really needs to figure out if this is a sexy thing, or a ‘you owe me your heart literally’ kind of thing.

Quickly.

“You’ve been wooing me for decades.” Alexander says, voice puzzled and his gaze continually slides from meetings Magnus own; to looking hungrily at Magnus torso.

“Why would I need more gifts when you’re finally here? You’ve fed me for years and you finally let me taste your blood!” Alexander gives a huff of outrage, face dark as he tugs harder on Magnus’ vest —grumbling at how complicated the whale bone pearl buttons that Magnus loves are.

“I don’t want an apology gift! I want to know how you’re going to finally bond with me when you have all of this on?” Alexander complains as he finally gives up on the buttons. It's so sincere and endearing that Magnus has to fight back laughter.

He succeeds only because this is not a laughing matter.

And because Alexander will not take his frustrations over a slow courtship being laughed at well. It’s easier than it should be to refocus and it’s only because the thought of fucking Alexander steals away his breath.

“Oh, this is for you. Luck and protection, the others are for later, this was the first.” Alexander says now that his hands are avoiding Magnus' abused buttons.

And Magnus finds that he would sacrifice every single tailored waistcoat in his extensive wardrobe to get those hands back on him.

Instead Alexander reaches up to his braid and unhooks a small pendant.

It’s a bone carved with runes and it’s not newly carved. It’s several decades old and the magic it’s steeped in is Magnus’ magic. It literally projects a bloodthirsty aura but when Magnus holds it, all he can feel is the protective energy it pushes into him, a flip of fate lingering in the bone.

It takes a moment and then Magnus understands.

Magnus killed with magic, disposed of the bodies here with magic and Alexander accepted what he thought were courtship offerings before harvesting and devouring those kills.

Which means that Magnus accidentally started one of oldest and primal unseelie courtship rituals.

Specifically with the implied intentions of exclusivity, as well as presenting himself as the dominant suitor as a provider and caretaker for Alexander.

As the bigger predator.

As the greater threat.

And Alexander wants Magnus.

Wants everything that Magnus has accidentally asked for and he is actively irritated that Magnus has made him wait so long.

But he has waited. Waited willingly for decades while Magnus unknowingly wasted time where he could have had this patient, good boy always in his lap.

Years Magnus shouldn’t have had to suffer being alone and thinking no one would ever want everything he has to give.

Years where he didn’t believe anyone could want him. Let alone want him enough to wait.

Years being too much, when for Alexander he’s enough.

Years where everything Magnus has ever craved and been denied, was waiting for him.

Longing for him.

So even though Magnus can still break the ritual he doesn’t want to.

Instead he smiles.

Alexander wants to submit to Magnus and who is Magnus to deny him that pleasure when he, himself wants Alexander to submit,

Magnus will never let Alexander find out that their courtship was an accident. He’s going to bind Alexander to him, as if it was his purpose all along, and then Magnus is going to keep him.

#lumine writes #writing wednesday #writing wednesdays #undertow #undertow vs #shadowhunters #malec #alec lightwood #magnus bane

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be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie · 1 year

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I propose a memory loss au where Spider is horribly injured and put in a coma indefinitely, but luckily the scientists are able to put his memories in the body of an avatar. The only problem? His "memories" are shit due to the injury and now he's only got the vaguest of memories surrounding everyone.

Picture:

He isn't sure why he does what he does next. All he knows is that when he walked up to the boy (who was shorter than him---not by much, but still shorter and for some reason that felt weird) and cupped the back of his neck to gently bring his face forward it felt right. When he pressed soft kisses to both of his cheeks, then his forehead, then his nose, it felt right. When he pressed their foreheads together and whispered "Hey, Neteyam," it felt right.

And for a second the boy, Neteyam (he must be), melted into him, allowing it. But now, as if remembering himself, he pulls back from Spider with a gasp, his eyes widening. Fear. Why is he afraid, Spider wonders. He doesn't know much these days, but he knows that this is right. He knows that he and this boy belong to one another.

Behind Neteyam, a woman, a man, two girls, and a boy have frozen. Their eyes are locked on where Spider's hands are still cupping Neteyam's neck with varying degrees of emotion.

"Bro, what the actual fuck," the boy blurts at the same time as the older of the girls crows "I knew it!"

But Spider pays them no mind. His entire being is focused on the woman. She looks ready to kill.

Anon. I am so upset that you have left me with this. It has haunted me since it entered my inbox. I neeeeed a fic of it so bad actually. Write it for me anon, pls. This is HAUNTING ME, oh the rent??? It's fucking free.

Is his body still there, so he hasn't been fully transferred?? Is he stuck in his coma body if he isn't in the avatar? How did he get hurt?? Where are they, are they in High Camp or at Awa'atlu?? Must've been fun for our boy Neteyam, especially if it was our secretly mated au and his mate is just missing and then horribly injured and Neteyam has to walk around being chill even though he feels like he's missing a limb.

If this is our accidentally mated au then that explains why he's just drawn over to Neteyam and just does what feels natural. AND why Neteyam would just relax into it, because he's been missing Spider and keeping away for so long. And the fear is totally for Spider, not for himself.

Lo'ak being like what the fuck while Kiri knew killed me. I do wonder how Jake and Tuk felt. I bet Tuk doesn't care really, she's just invested in hanging out with Spider again she doesn't really care what he's doing with Neteyam. Jake is like "Oh shit," because now he's dialed in on Neytiri.

UGH, it could go one of two ways. Yes, she could be furious at Spider and blame him, but she could also be angry at herself. At this point (if this is our accidentally mated au) she's been aware her son had mated with someone but that he wouldn't tell her who for a while now. She had thought he trusted her, and that he told her everything. It felt like a huge failure that he didn't trust her with something that special, and she'd been telling herself it was because of who he mated with that he wasn't telling the family. But now it's hard not to feel like it was her, that she was the reason. Her family would've been accepting right away if they knew. I'm sure she'd lash out at Spider at first, but I have a hard time not believing that self blame would be there and she'd realize it quickly. Maybe after some time alone or a chat with Jake or Mo'at.

On a happier note, there is a romantic comedy of sorts to follow in that Spider is going fully off of vibes. He's just gonna be doing all SORTS of physical affection, even verbal. Just saying shit that comes to mind, any memories, doing things that feel right like taking Neteyam's hand or cuddling him and Neteyam is loving it but also wants to die because they have been a SECRET for like YEARS NOW and no one is used to this and he is very embarrassed and tense. Kiri, Lo'ak, and Tuk (even Jake a little lol) are relentless in teasing him and pretending it's gross.

Neteyam says he's going out hunting and Spider's like, "Okay, bye" and gives him a very regular and normal kiss goodbye because again, he's going off vibes. Neteyam just stands there and reboots for like a minute while Kiri and Lo'ak take turns seeing who can pretend to throw up the loudest in the corner.

Spider: *takes Neteyam's hand*

Kiri and Lo'ak:

Spider: *kisses Neteyam*

Kiri and Lo'ak:

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valiantstarlights · 11 months

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[Shadow and Bone AU] The Morning After (the Sharing a Bed + Assassins Prompt)

To show my gratitude to everyone who voted on the Dreamling Shadow & Bone AU poll, I have written for ✨️both versions✨️ under the cut. Enjoy! 🖤

This entire AU is, of course, dedicated mainly to @issylra , who made this wonderful GIF set that serves as my primary inspiration for this AU. 😊

(sad wet cat) Darkling Dream in the position of power

"You grind your teeth in your sleep."

Dreem freezes and turns his gaze from adjusting his horse's saddle to the side, where Hob is feeding his own horse with an apple he got from the inn. He is studiously not looking at Dream.

Dream had woken up with a sore jaw this morning, but as he periodically wakes in a similar manner ever since he was a child, hundreds of years ago, the pain is familiar and expected. He had thought nothing of it. And no one, not even Calliope, who shared his bed hundreds of years ago, has mentioned anything to him.

"My apologies," he says. "If I kept you awake--"

"Don't worry about it," Hob says. "My sister Johanna is the same. It's how her stress manifests."

"I am not--"

Hob's unimpressed side-eye makes him close his mouth. He does get stressed due to his duties and responsibilities, but it's not that bad. He cannot call himself stressed when there are other people like Lucienne working round the clock just like him, trying to keep Ravka afloat.

"It is no matter," Dream says, "as we have only shared a bed for a night due to necessity. I will not keep you up at night again."

Behind them, Matthew trips a little as he's passing by, eyes wide. He fumbles with the firewood he's carrying and walks faster.

Dream resists the urge to pinch his nose. Now he's going to have to deal with that, as well as Jessamy's knowing smirks after Matthew inevitably tells her about it.

Hob watches Matthew's progress, and when he's out of earshot, he shrugs and says, "I just held your jaw when it woke me up. That stops it, and you didn't even wake. I was kept awake staring down at your pretty face."

Dream flushes, and reddens even more as it's now Jessamy's turn to pass near them, carrying a couple of dead rabbits. She maintains her graceful walk, not breaking in stride, unladylike shit-eating grin on her face. She waggles her eyebrows at Dream when they make eye contact.

For saints' sakes, there are literally Fjerdan assassins on their tail. They do not have time for...smirks and fumbling firewood and flirting.

Dream sighs after Jessamy walks far enough from them. "Mr. Gadling," he says, unable to address Hob so familiarly by his nickname at the moment. "I thank you for your assistance, but you need not worry any longer. Like I said--"

"Honestly, it's fine," Hob says. "When we were children, I used to do the same for my sister."

Ah. Of course. Hob is a naturally caring person, and Dream's...problem is similar to his sister's. Hob just did what he did out of brotherly concern.

Hob continues, "When she got older though, she decided that it was too embarrassing for me to help her, so she gagged herself every night with a length of silk tied around her head. It prevented her teeth from grinding, but not her jaw's movement. So she still wakes with a sore jaw, but now she has drool around her mouth and she has to wash the silk handkerchief too."

Dream does not know how old Johanna Gadling is right now, but he feels compassion for her. "Has she found a cure?"

Hob smiles sardonically. "No cure, apparently. And trust me, she tried everything."

Dream's heart drops. Of course. Incurable. Yet another thing that is wrong with him. "I see."

"But Rachel, her wife, now helps her with it. Just holds her jaw like I used to when we were kids. Massages her cheeks in the morning when it hurts. That sort of thing." He looks pointedly at Dream. "Sometimes you just need to ask for help."

Dream bites back his instictive 'I don't need help,' and instead says, "I do not have the time to find myself a partner, nor the space for them in my life."

"Good thing I'm already here, then," Hob says, and before Dream could protest that, he has stepped closer and reaches for Dream's face. "May I?"

"Jessamy and Matthew--"

"Can go get eaten by volcras. My priority is your comfort. Let me." Hob's eyes are magnetic in their intensity. Dream finds he cannot look away. "Please," Hob adds.

Dream looks away and nods. If it's only for a moment, then it should be fine.

Hobs fingers are exceedingly gentle when they start to rub Dream's cheeks and jaw in a circular motion. It hurts, on Dream's end, but it's the good kind of hurt brought on by a massage. Dream sighs contentedly. He never thought...

"Feels good?"

Dream opens his eyes to find Hob standing closer to him. The man is focused on his task, but his gaze have strayed to Dream's lips.

Meanwhile, Dream didn't even notice that he has closed his eyes.

"Enough."

He steps away, dislodging Hob's skillful fingers from his face. They could have been attacked while Dream is getting his cheeks held like a pathetic child.

He scans the forest around them. Nothing at first glance. A couple of yards away, Matthew stands watch while Jessamy is roasting the rabbits. At least the two of them are doing their duties, unlike Dream who can't even be trusted to be vigilant for dangers against the sun summoner standing right beside him. "Thank you," he says, belatedly, awkwardly. "It feels better."

It does not. His cheeks still feel sore and painful.

Hob hesitates before obediently stepping away. "Look," he says. "Just...just call for me when your jaw hurts again. I'll help."

"I think I can massage my own jaw, Mr. Gadling," Dream says. "But thank you for alerting me to the cause of the pain. I would not have known otherwise."

It was a mistake to divulge that, Dream realizes as soon as the words leave his mouth. Hob's jaw has dropped, and he looks...offended, for some reason. He also looks like he has a lot to say about that, but is struggling to choose what to say about it exactly.

"I'm going to take care of you," are the words that win out. Dream opens his mouth to protest but is cut off by Hob continuing to speak. "I don't know why no one seems to be doing that, but I fucking will. I swear."

Dream glares at him for his audacity. "I can take care of myself," he says coldly, then turns and walks toward where Jessamy and Matthew are.

Is he not the one who took care of everyone when they were ambushed? What more must he do to prove that he is capable?

The day isn't over yet, but Dream already feels exhausted.

(soft dom) Sun Summoner Hob in the position of power

Dream wakes in an empty bed, surrounded by General Gadling's scent, but not by his strong arms. He reaches over to touch the sheets where the general's body used to be. Already pleasantly cool. It had been some time since the man rose.

Rose and left Dream on his own.

He does not begin to cry because he understands. The general is a busy man, after all, and he cannot reasonably spend all his time with Dream. It would be unfair to everyone else who needs him. Someone has to check on the progress of the Grishas-in-training, meet with the king of Ravka, advise troop formations to border skirmishes, and saints knew what else.

Dream, his incompetence wielding his own powers, and the assassin from last night, are just minor problems in the grand scheme of things.

He rubs his eyes and tries not to feel bereft, glad that at least he did not get kicked out as soon as the general woke.

"Good morning, my darling Dream."

Dream whips his head to the side in surprise, and sees General Gadling looking over some reports as he drinks some caf. They lock eyes, and the general smiles kindly at him behind the lip of his cup. "Did you sleep well?"

Dream nods mutely. His eyes have zoomed in on the general's hair and its less than perfect state, with endearing locks falling over his forehead. Dream wants to run his fingers through the dark strands and brush them until they lie neat and flawless once more.

Wait. Hair.

His hands fly to his hair as he frantically tries to wrangle them flat. How untidy he must look. His siblings have often teased him about his hair in the morning. Delirium, for instance, liked to compare his hair to various things like baby birds with their beaks open, crab claws, and once, an uncontrolled forest fire.

What must General Gadling think of him? He looks like a savage. Probably smells like one, too.

He blushes in shame, suddenly wanting to get out of the general's bed so as not to sully it even more. "I...may I..."

General Gadling gestures to the door at one side of the room where the ensuite bathroom is, and Dream rushes to it before the general could say anything else.

He does not see General Gadling's gaze follow his progress, nor the way his eyes darkened when he caught a brief flash of Dream's pale legs, revealed when his nightclothes parted as he clambered out of bed.

"I've had food sent over from the kitchens," General Gadling says once Dream emerges, feeling (and smelling) more human, the clothes he changed into once more belonging to the general.

The fabric is light and soft and cool, and it hangs off his thinner frame, almost falling down one shoulder.

"You didn't have to, General," Dream says, eyes widening a little at the various breakfast items now arranged on the General's desk. There was too much food for just two people. The amount would have fed him and his siblings well for a couple of days. "We could have just eaten with the others."

"Perhaps. But the staff has yet to finish their thorough sweep of the grounds," General Gadling says. "And besides, I would like to spend more time with you, if that's alright."

Dream flushes and nods. He doesn't know why the general would want to spend more time with him. Unless...of course. He must want to ask Dream about the assailant. It would certainly help in the investigation, and Dream had been too shaken up last night to be helpful. "I...yes, General."

"You could just call me Hob, you know."

Dream shakes his head. As far as he knows, only the General's closest circle calls him that. His sister, the Lady Johanna, their uncle, Duke John, the general's childhood friends and now second-in-commands, Jessamy and Matthew. Dream would not dare claim to have the same level of familiarity with him as the aforementioned people.

Before the general could say anything else, there was a knock on the door. It opened before the general could bid the person on the other side to enter.

The person turns out to be Eleanor, the most powerful Inferni in the Second Army. She enters languidly, eyes spotting Hob in his golden kefta immediately. "Search is finished," she says, her voice not sounding like it's usual acerbic way when she talks down at Dream. It sounds, sweeter, somehow. Low and suggestive.

"Thank you, Eleanor," General Gadling says, sounding just like he always does when addressing the other Grisha. "I will be down shortly."

"Oh," Eleanor says, now noticing Dream standing next to the desk laden with food. Her eyes are cold as she assessed his clothes, her eyes lingering on his exposed collarbones. Her voice is still sweet, but there was a hint of her familiar hatred in them now. "He's still here."

"He is," General Gadling says affably, though the smile did not reach his eyes. "Go on, run along. Tell the others I'll be down in about ten minutes."

"Don't sell youself short, Hob," Eleanor says, the gentle laughter in her voice laced with poison. "I'm certain you'll need at least an hour." She turns her unfriendly smile at Dream and walks out the door, not bothering to close it upon her exit.

General Gadling sighs and pinches his nose. "I'm sorry about that. She's a bit..."

"It's alright," Dream says, and starts to pick at the various berries on one of the plates. "I know she does not like me. But I'm glad that she cares for you enough to allow you ample time to eat breakfast."

General Gadling is looking at him strangely, but then he huffs a smile and kisses the top of Dream's head. "I like that you always see the best in people, darling. Shall we eat?"

Dream nods, and keeps his attention on his food, taking care to look as neutral as he could. He's not stupid. He can take a hint. And Eleanor has just given him a lot.

General Gadling might be kind to him, but he's kind to everyone. He's just getting temporary special treatment because of his unnatural powers. The novelty will fade soon enough.

He knows the General does not really mean for Dream to call him Hob. That term is reserved for his closest inner circle. A circle that apparently also includes Eleanor. Now there is someone who actually deserves to stand by the General's side, and yes, share his bed.

Dream fights down the urge to vomit.

"Finished already, darling?"

Dream barely holds back a flinch as he hears the endearment. How can General Gadling sound so sincere when he obviously doesn't mean it? He nods. "Yes, General," he says to the plate of food that's still three-quarters full. "Thank you for the food."

"Oh," General Gadling says, looking charmed. Dream doesn't know, or cares to know why he's looking at Dream like that. Like he's something wonderful and precious. Dream knows he is not. "You're very welcome."

Welcome.

A strange phrase, often used as a reply to someone's gratitude, but also to make someone feel like they belong. Like they're wanted and meant to be where they are without anyone kicking them out for being dirty or unworthy.

Dream stares down at the delicate painting on the border of the ceramic plate in front of him, its fine details the work of a master craftsperson, easily worth more kruge than he has ever held in his entire life.

It's a plate meant for royalty to eat off of, and an orphaned street rat from Ketterdam has no business eating from it with his grubby fingers.

Dream places his hands neatly at his side and wills the shadows to retreat from his fingertips.

#shadow and bone au #i'm gonna post an alignment chart soon as a guide for readers and as a reminder to myself #to everyone who has bruxism like dream in the sad wet cat version you have my sympathy and my prayers 😭#my writing #dreamling #the sandman #good job my thumbs

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honey-dont · 7 months

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Despite reading all your posts abt it I still have no idea what Bigtop Burger is skfkskdk HOWEVER I would still like to hear abt your StEx AU :]

YAY ty for enabling me <3

(it's an animated show on youtube and it's super good!! it's about Totally Normal™ rival food trucks except one of them is run by an alien clown who was banished from his home planet for getting stage fright during a production of cats the musical and the other one is run by a 1000-year-old zombie bounty hunter who is also italian. there's only about an hour's worth of content between all the current eps/songs and it has me grasped by the scruff of the neck like a misbehaving kitten)

sticking this under a cut bc my god the rambling

just focusing on zomburger rn bc they're my beloveds <3 they're a short-line freight train!

cesare is a converted oil-burning steamer who used to be a passenger engine once upon a time before getting stuck on freight duty. he's lowkey pissed about essentially getting demoted and goes out of his way to cause problems on purpose - he's extremely petty and WILL slow down whenever he sees a passenger train so they can't pass due to freight having right of rail! has a one-sided rivalry going on with renown tourist train 'the bigtop' (they're more baffled by his antics than anything else tbh)

he got a little fucked up during the conversion process so he'll leak oil from his eyes/mouth sometimes, it's gross </3 his crew doesn't really care tho since they're freight so they're used to grime

frances: were you guys making out again

doctor, face completely covered in oil: no

he totally does NOT care about his freight so what if he makes them sleep in his stall during bad weather so he can keep an eye on them to make sure they're safe it doesn't mean ANYTHING shut up.

(he also never turns his headlight off so his eyes always glow but that's not bc of the conversion he's just a weirdo)

doctor is a gondola! he usually carries junk/scrap metal. he'll do that social experiment thing where if you hand someone something while talking to them they'll take it without even thinking. you're having a conversation with him and suddenly you're holding a copy of the atari E.T. game

he'll save things that he thinks are neat or that the others will like! expresses affection by giving you garbage :)

is totally unfazed by the rotary dumper (it freaks everyone else out), very skilled at heckling coaches, and will eat human food (what is wrong with him)

conrad is a hazmat tanker and he wears goggles for safety :) why is a short-line carrying hazardous material? don't worry about it. he's v big and v strong and a lil dumb but doing his best! will pick up frances and doctor and carry them around sometimes

he'll also drink his load if he thinks he can get away with it (he is not sneaky starlight bless him). man chugs hydrochloric acid like powerade. kind of scared of humans, they creep him out a bit

frances is a transfer caboose and she's basically cesare's right hand man brake van in this scenario bc she's more than happy to be a nuisance!

cesare: FRANCES HIT THE BRAKES WE NEED TO BE AN I N C O N V E N I E N C E

frances: on it boss (saluting emoji)

she was converted from a flatcar (she still has the lil fangs) but she generally tends to get along better with coaches (loves her boys tho). she LOVES having passengers bc she thinks humans are super cute <3

she'll hack into other train's radio frequencies and eavesdrop/interrupt/pass along the hot gossip to everyone else. she'll also tune into stations and sing along to songs sometimes (cesare will tell her to cut that shit out and then 3 seconds later ask if she can get anything italian)

last random cute thing before i am forcibly dragged off stage!! freight naturally have black nails so they all paint theirs blue to match with cesare <3

#replies #bigtop burger #stex #i think in this au cesare would just absolutely hate espresso. italian-on-italian violence

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lazydreamer19 · 2 years

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When their Eyes Met......(Part 1)

Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader (Muggle!AU)

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None other than cringy writing.

Summary: The journey of love between Draco Malfoy, the son of a CEO and Y/n Y/l/n , an ordinary employee. That's it, I am sorry,I couldn't come up with a better summary without giving away too much!

Masterlist/ Pt.2 / Pt.3

The low amount of caffeine in the tea wasn't helping much in holding up her eyelids which were drooping down, and for the first time in her life,she was regretful of having a dislike towards the bitter beverage. The smell of parchment and paper calmed her nerves to an extent, but it didn't lessen the searing pain which spread across her forehead due to the lack of proper sleep.Another stack of files and papers landed on her desk with a loud thud as soon as she laid her head down for a while to soothe her searing migraine. Raising her head with a groan of annoyance, she was met with the strict but concerned gaze of her boss.

"Y/n, I know you're tired but I really need these files checked and approved urgently. I am really sorry sweetie, if you feel sick,then you can take your leave already." Mrs. Johnson was a woman of motherly nature. Having lost her own son at a young age, she doted on Y/n and cared for her like her own daughter.

"It's okay Mrs.Johnson , I can handle this. Better to get this done than prolong it any further."

"Oh and yes, Y/n. Remember to be here on Friday, you know how important this deal is for our company. I need you to be there with me at this party. But, you can excuse yourself in case you fall sick."

"Aye Aye Captain!"

"Better be like that, don't forget this at any cost. Is that okay?"

"Yes ma'am!"

"Now go get these files done."

Without wasting a second she scurried off to get her job done. The heels of shoes clicked on the floor as she hurried down the plush hallways of her office building. Her black pencil skirt reaching her knees and a crisp white shirt made her look like someone with high authority. Her mannerisms didn't help with reducing this deception any further.

Going by the looks of her, no one would have guessed that she is just a normal secretary who had to live in an old apartment, with the bare necessities to keep her stomach full and somehow at the end of the day, manage to look after her family. Where people of her age spent their twenties enjoying their life to the fullest, she was "stuck" looking after her ailing mother and taking care of her teenage brother,all in her early twenties. Not that she hated looking after them, she only wished sometimes if she had more money and amenities to provide for her family. Which is why she drowned herself in her work. Even to the extent of getting herself sick because of work overload,but all she cared about was making her family's life a bit more comfortable.

While she was returning back to Mrs. Johnson with the files, her phone buzzed. She knew it was her mum for sure, this made her even more worried. Manoeuvring her file-filled hands to get her phone and placing it on her shoulder,tilting it up and holding it close to her ear, she spoke,"Hey Mum, is everything okay? Do I need to get home? Are you feeling sick again? Do I need to call the hospital?"

"No Dear, I'm fine, You need to calm down."

"Yeah mum, I know."

" I just wanted to let you know that Jack needs some new notebooks, can you get them while you're on your way back home?."

"Okay mum, I will get them."

"Thank you sweetheart! Remember to be back home soon! I already miss you and Jack needs help with his homework. "

"Yeah mum, I will. Take care, Bye."

That was a part of Y/n's normal and mundane life. It had been four years since she graduated from Hogwarts, yet she was still figuring out her life. Ever since her mum fell ill, all her dreams dashed to the ground and broke into a million pieces. But,she was more than determined to not let the same thing happen to her brother. Investing all of her savings for her brother's education,she took up multiple jobs to feed herself and her family. Finally landing a secure job as Mrs.Johnson's PA, she earned enough to feed her family and lead a nearly comfortable life while paying for her mum's medical bills.

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"Mum, I have given away that dress to Katie,she needed it for some event and now she has it with her in New York." She replied as she frantically searched for a dress that she could wear to the office event.

As much as she knew, some big company was investing in the one in which she worked and she, as Mrs.Johnson's Personal Assistant , had to accompany her. Mrs. Johnson was the Chief Operating Officer (COO) of this company and currently it was facing huge losses due to recession in the economy.

Finally agreeing to wear an elegant looking dress,she took a look at the woman standing on the other side of the reflective plane called the mirror. She stood in awe at the sight of herself. Self-appreciation wasn't her forte and not everyday did she feel this pretty. Even though she was called pretty by many if not everyone, sometimes she just felt……..not enough.

Planting a kiss on her mother's and her brother's forehead,she bid them goodbye and hauled a cab to reach her destination. Everything about the atmosphere of the party screamed business in hushed tones,even to an outsider. Being greeted with a champagne flute, she took in the look of the venue. Safe to say, it definitely was the most posh event that she had attended in her entire life. A huge chandelier hung in the centre of the ceiling, giving a soft but sophisticated golden glow to the hall. Men and women ,decked in expensive finery which probably was equal to the rent for two months that she had to pay, were chatting about their monetary investments and making small talk. The hall itself was big enough to be the residence of twenty families.

Rich people and their folly. She thought as she let out an almost silent but mocking chuckle. Searching for a familiar face, she moved her gaze from one corner of the hall to the other ,in desperate need of some sort of company. Then as if by some miracle,she finally spotted Martha,her colleague. She was chatting with someone who had his back turned towards Y/n. The only features of him being visible were his platinum blonde hair,his massive height and his sophisticated charm which could be felt from miles away.

Heaving a sigh of relief, she made her way towards her friend.

"Hey Martha! I have been looking for you for so long!"

"Hey Y/n, there you are! I just arrived a few minutes ago, and then I bumped into Draco."

Turning her gaze to face the man of discussion, she met the gaze of pale blue eyes looking back at her with awe. She immediately found herself swooning at the way his eyes reflected admiration towards her. Clad in a black suit which was definitely custom made by some extremely famous designer and the expensive cologne that enchanted her senses were enough to let anyone know that he had enough money to buy an entire island.

Draco swore that he was in love and he had found The One. He was definitely the last person to believe in love at first sight,but now as the most beautiful woman on Earth stood right next to him, he knew how very wrong his assumptions were. Her grace,her elegance and her mysterious aura captivated his soul at the first glance itself.

"Hi,I'm Malfoy, Draco Malfoy." He laid out his right palm for her to shake.

"I'm Y/n Y/l/n. It's a pleasure to meet you!" She said while shaking his hand. The rest of the world disappeared as they looked into each other's eyes.

A/n : Thank you so much for reading! I hope you liked it! Don't worry there will be a part 2 to this, I'm not that cruel to leave you hanging like this! Thanks to all my followers and my precious mutuals for being so patient and kind with me! Pardon me for taking my sweet time to post this, I just wanted to perfect things and present a fic to you which would be a pleasant one to read for all! Have a great day! I love you all!<3

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legolasbadass · 1 year

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Office Hours, Part 25

Summary: Lorelei Browning has just secured a job as an assistant professor at Exeter College in Oxford. Naturally, she is eager to prove herself and meet every challenge sent her way, but what she does not expect is the tall, handsome stranger who will quickly become much more than a colleague…

Relationship: Richard Armitage x OC (Professor AU)

Word Count: 2.5k

Rating: T

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Somehow, even with the conference behind me, I only become busier as the end of the term draws near. Between assignments to correct and papers to edit, I barely have a moment to myself, let alone to spend with Richard. Unfortunately, the suspicions that began to gnaw at me at the conference have only grown with each passing day. I know Richard well enough to know when he is troubled, but every time I question him about it, he merely dismisses my concerns.

I desperately try not to let it worry me, especially as I have so many things demanding my attention at work, but I lie awake at night, watching him sleep, wondering what he is hiding from me. One moment, I am convinced all is well. I am convinced that Richard would never lie to me or intentionally hurt me in any way. But then he yet again evades my questions and locks himself in his study, and doubt festers in my heart. Even when he holds me or makes love to me, I feel this unbearable distance between us. Is this how he felt when I wanted to keep our relationship secret—when I refused to open myself to him?

The only person I could share my worries with is Beatrice, but I have been reluctant to do so due to her recent breakup. Still, simply being in her presence will help, which is why I am even more excited about her visit. I have not seen her since Christmas—the longest we have ever been apart since we met—and I cannot wait to see her. I was hoping I would get a chance to visit her in Edinburgh this time, but the conference and the release of my first monograph, on top of my classes, left me with no time to travel to Scotland for the weekend, so Beatrice happily undertook the journey to Oxford once again.

Mist hugs the city as I leave campus after my last tutorial of the day and drive to the train station to pick up Beatrice. It is a busy day in the city, with every park and café packed and cyclists rushing through the streets, but I find peace in the tumultuous atmosphere. After a short drive, I arrive at the train station and make my way through the main station building. Through the speakers overhead, a voice announces train arrivals and departures, but it is so muffled that I cannot make out the details. So when, a few minutes later, a wave of people rushes out of a hallway, I am surprised to see Beatrice among them, her long blonde hair, slightly tousled from travel, swaying in the air as she runs toward me. Once she is within reach, she nearly jumps into my arms and squeals so loud that many people turn around to eye us in annoyance. But we are both too happy to care as we hug each other tight.

“It’s soo good to see you! How are you?” she exclaims. Then, when we pull away, she playfully pats the top of my head and says, “Aw, my little hobbit—I had almost forgotten how small you are!”

I give her a look of mock annoyance, then say, with a hint of worry in my voice, as I recall her recent breakup, “I’m good! And how are you?”

“Good!” she echoes, and to my relief, she seems to mean it. “Really good now that I’m reunited with my bestie—I missed you so much!” Her voice is heavy with emotion as she pulls me in for another hug.

“I missed you, too! We can’t go this long without seeing each other ever again.”

“Well, that should be easier to arrange from now on,” she says, a twinkle in her eyes.

“Oh? Why’s that?” I ask with an inquiring rise of my eyebrows.

“How about I tell you over lunch? My treat!”

“No—I was going to invite you to lunch!”

She shakes her head. “No, no. My treat—I insist!” she says in a way that leaves me with no choice but to accept.

We talk non-stop as I drive into the city centre, then as we walk to Vaults & Garden, a lovely café tucked inside the church of St Mary the Virgin. Since the sun is now sneaking through the cloudy sky, we decide to eat in the garden outside, from where we have a stunning view of the Radcliffe Camera above the budding tulips, violets, and cherry blossoms. It is still rather chilly, but thankfully, the church shields us from the wind. I wait until we have ordered our food and are enjoying our drinks before returning to our earlier conversation.

“So … are you going to tell me now?”

She smiles widely. “I just accepted a new job offer. In London!”

“London? That’s only an hour an a half away from here!”

“I know!” she exclaims giddily. “We can visit each other all the time!”

I reach out to squeeze her hand as I smile. “That is such good news! What’s the new job?”

“You are looking at the new editorial director for fantasy at Bloomsbury Publishing. I start next month.”

“Shut up!” I exclaim in surprise. “Beatrice, that’s amazing! Congratulations!”

Her smile widens, and she waves her hands in excitement. “Thank you! Honestly, I can’t believe it—it’s my dream job!”

“I’m so excited for you—you really deserve it!”

“Thanks, Lor,” she says. “Look how far we’ve come already compared to when we met; I’m proud of us.”

With a smile, I glance at the beautiful city I now call home. “Yeah, I’m proud of us, too,” I reply just as our food arrives. We are silent for a little while as we eat, then Beatrice gasps as though in sudden realization.

“I forgot to congratulate you on your book!” I shake my head dismissively, but she goes on, “I received it only yesterday so I just started reading it on the train, but it’s amazing! I don’t think I’ve ever read such an entertaining academic book.”

“Oh, you flatter me!”

“I mean it! I’m not just saying that because you’re my best friend—I’m really enjoying it!” she insists, and heat rises up my neck. “And clearly, I’m not the only one who’s impressed by you. I was reading some reviews—”

“Oh, God, not you, too!” I say, half groaning and half laughing.

Beatrice looks at me inquisitively.

“Richard was reading some reviews out loud to me last night, even though I kept trying to make him stop,” I say, giggling at the memory.

“Awww! That’s so cute!” she exclaims with a wide smile. “So things are going well between you two?”

“Really well,” I reply, though I cannot stop my recent suspicions from tightening their hold on my heart once more.

Beatrice notices the change in my countenance immediately. “Uh oh, what’s wrong?”

I sigh. “Nothing.”

“No—tell me. I can tell there’s something.”

I sigh again, trying to dislodge the tightness in my chest. “There’s nothing wrong, it’s just … I have the strangest feeling that he’s hiding something from me—but that’s crazy.”

“Why do you get that feeling?”

“It started a few weeks ago, at the conference I organized with a colleague. He was late—I didn’t mind him being late—but he gave me this really vague excuse, and his mind seemed to be elsewhere. I’ve also noticed he’s been constantly checking his phone since, but when I question him about it he just shrugs it off. And I don’t know if this is related or not, but he’s in touch with this professor at Harvard with whom he might be working on a project soon—which is really exciting—but whenever I ask him about it, he changes the subject.”

“That’s weird….”

“Yeah, and I hate that because we’ve always shared our research with each other and exchanged advice, and now … I don’t know—am I freaking out over nothing?”

“Well, I don’t know, but you should definitely talk to him about it. Just let him know you’ve noticed how he doesn’t talk about his work with you that much anymore and you miss that.”

“I guess I should do that … It’s just—things are perfect between us right now! And I’m so afraid of doing anything to mess it up again.”

“Oh, Lor,” Beatrice says in a calm, comforting voice as she reaches out to squeeze my hand. “I get that—I really do—but you can’t just stay silent on things that bother you because you don’t want to mess anything up.”

I trail my free hand through my hair. “I know, you’re right.” Suddenly, I realize how insensitive I am acting and shake my head. “Sorry for dumping all this on you, especially considering….” I trail off, not wanting to scratch that scab, but Beatrice does not seem bothered at all.

“Oh, don’t worry about that. Paul and I weren’t in love or anything—it just didn’t work out. And I guess it’s good that it didn’t because now I’m moving to a different city and it would have ended anyway. Long distance relationships are too tricky.”

“Yeah, I suppose,” I reply quietly. “Still, I’m sorry it didn’t work out.”

Beatrice shrugs, then a playful smirk lights up her face. “If I’m still single when I’m 40—you’ll marry me, right?”

“Oh, of course! Hopefully, Richard will understand.”

“Or he could join us?”

We both burst out laughing, and soon, the conversation degenerates into our usual—and somewhat inappropriate—nonsense. It is only now that I realize just how much I missed Beatrice. She is right; long-distance relationships—be they romantic or platonic—are hard, and I am beyond relieved to know she will be near once more.

***

“Wow! This place is amazing!” Beatrice exclaims as we peek into the Exeter College Dining Hall. The late afternoon sun spills through the stained glass windows onto the polished floor and empty wooden tables. “It looks like the Hogwarts Great Hall!”

After lunch, we walked through the city centre, passing by the Radcliffe Camera and the Sheldonian Theatre. Then, as we passed by Exeter on Broad Street, Beatrice insisted I give her a tour of the college campus as she did not get the chance during her last visit.

“Yes, it does bear similarities,” I reply with a chuckle before dragging her toward the next stop on our tour. “So, I showed you the courtyards, the library, and now the Dining Hall,” I muse. “Would you like to see the chapel? There’s a bust of Tolkien there—it was sculpted by his daughter-in-law, Faith Tolkien—”

“I want to see your office!” she says with a wide smile. “And maybe your professor?”

My laughter echoes through the empty corridor as I lead her back toward the courtyard. “He’s not here—he had some meetings online so he went home early.”

“Bummer,” Beatrice replies, pouting playfully.

“You’ll see him tonight!” I remind her about our evening plans. “He’ll text me when his meetings are over and we’ll meet him at the pub. By the way—he told me he was a bit nervous about meeting you. He says he needs to make a good first impression or else you’ll convince me he’s not good enough for me.”

“Aw, that’s so sweet,” Beatrice chuckles. “Well, I won’t go easy on him, but I already have a pretty good impression of him.”

I smile as we climb up the ancient wooden stairs leading to the college offices. Through an open door, I see Sarah chatting with a student in her office, and I wave at her before reaching for my keys. “Alright—here we are!” I say as I unlock the door, and we enter my office.

I had time to tidy up yesterday after my tutorials, so everything from my desk to the walls lined with bookshelves is perfectly organized. Pale, grey light fills the room from the diamond grid window, and Beatrice gasps as she leans against the windowsill to watch the busy courtyard and the chapel to the left. Then she turns around, and a mischievous smile appears on her face as she gestures to the bookshelves behind my desk.

“So, is this where you did it with your professor last time I was in town?”

“We didn’t ‘do it’ that time,” I say, shaking my head, realizing my mistake too late.

“That time?” Beatrice raises an inquisitive eyebrow. “Meaning you did it at another time?”

Heat crawls up my cheeks, telling her all she needs to know.

“Lor, you are a dirty, dirty girl,” she says with a smirk. “I’m so proud of you.”

“Thanks, I learned from the sluttiest,” I reply in the same tone, causing her to laugh.

“Hey, I never had sex in my office!” Beatrice retorts. “Though I did have sex in a library once….”

“You did?”

“Yep,” she chuckles as she leans against my desk. “Senior year of my undergrad. Her name was Lauren. Man, she was hot—but not as hot as you, of course,” she adds playfully.

“Don’t flirt with me—I’m taken!”

Beatrice shrugs. “What Richard doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” I shake my head in amusement. Then, with an even more naughty smile, she says, “So, where else did you have sex with your professor on campus?”

“Nowhere!” I retort, but I can’t help but add, “Not yet, anyway.”

Beatrice bursts out laughing. “That’s my girl.”

Suddenly, my phone rings, and I smile when I see Richard’s name on the screen. “Hey!”

“Hi, love, how are you?” His rumbling voice asks from the other end of the line.

“I’m good! I’m giving Beatrice a tour of campus,” I reply, looking back to her just as she leans closer to the phone, causing me to chuckle.

“I thought a tour of the campus was our special thing?” Richard says playfully, and I can practically hear that charming smile of his. I smile in return as the memory of our first meeting, right here in my office, floats to my mind.

“Oh, don’t worry—that still has a very special place in my heart.”

He chuckles. “So, I was calling because my brother was actually thinking of dropping by this evening. What do you think of him joining us at the pub?”

“That would be great!” I exclaim.

“Yeah? Is that okay with Beatrice?”

“Hold on.” I move the phone away from my face and look at Beatrice. “Richard’s brother is in town. Would it be okay if he joined us later?”

“Absolutely!”

I smile and return my attention back to Richard. “She’s alright with it. What time shall we meet you there?”

“How about 7:30?”

“Sounds good! So we’ll see you later.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too,” I reply before hanging up.

A wide grin is spread across Beatrice’s face. “So, this brother … is he hot?”

I laugh as I shake my head. “He’s married.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

“He’s not bad looking at all.”

“Then I’m really looking forward to tonight,” Beatrice says with a playful wink before I lead her onto the next step of our tour.

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cofe-doodles · 1 year

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As I mentioned in my previous post, I will be explaining - in detail - the different au's I have of the sides. During the time I was active in the fandom, I made a lot of au's; some I remember, whilst others I don't. I will try to remember discarded au's as well just so that I can give you all content (and maybe drawings, but most of my content - as for now, since I am busy in school - will be in writing). So, without further ado, the first au we will be discussing is the:

Heather's AU!

Character Information:

Virgil Sawyer

Once popular turned outcast; Sawyer lives his high school life low-key. After graduation and upon entering the dreaded life of a high schooler, Sawyer finds himself in a mess; torn between his best friend and a chance at happiness again.

He wouldn't say that he didn't miss popularity because, in truth, he did. He missed having friends who would have his back and he missed the feeling of freedom; wherein everyone doesn't care what he does because he was one of the 'popular kids'.

So, between his life, the life of his best friend, and the lives of the innocent, Sawyer faces the most difficult choice of his life yet. Become a popular again or risk losing his sanity; he hesitates just once before making a choice.

Roman Sanders-Chandler

Rich, famous, and undeniably gorgeous, Chandler has the whole school wrapped around his pretty finger. Having been born in a rich family, problems for him were as easy as typing out his credit card info. The easy life was what he always had wanted, but the climax of his story was just nearing.

Fixated over the 'new' kid, Chandler finds himself drawn to a classmate. He swears he has seen him before, but can't really remember where and when.

There's nothing that stops him from reaching out, maybe even offering something he never offers to anybody. What can he say? The Sawyer kid caught his eye.

Logan Duke-Sanders

Obedient, intelligent, and often ignored by the king bee. Duke had always been the black sheep but that didn't stop him from achieving higher than any of his peers. He metaphorically crawled his way to the top; to where he is now, so why in the loving freak of nature is Sawyer doing in their table?

Confused and utterly mortified, Duke tries to understand why the self proclaimed king bee invited an outcast into their circle. Unwanted thoughts of what if's metaphorically knocked his noggin, a sense of rejection hitting him.

Was he being replaced by a former somebody?

Patton McNamara-Sanders

Ever smiling and ever laughing McNamara; the sweet lamb of the wolf pack. People often see him as the 'friendliest' Sanders which he takes advantage of. What can McNamara say? It was just that easy to fool people these days. Manipulative and charming; a dangerous combination.

So it's not a surprise as to why Sawyer opened up to him first. With the given information from the former outcast, McNamara can either break or make Sawyer; but don't tell Chandler that.

McNamara keeps secrets, like everyone in high school, but he feels like he can trust Sawyer.

Janus De Felice

With physical scars that reminded him of his past, De Felice moves out of his father's house and into a new city, meeting new people; meeting a potential boyfriend. The mystery of his past seemed to have Sawyer on a leash, and maybe De Felice doesn't really mind that.

Remus Sanders-Ancar

Moving from school to school due to his 'bad' behavior, Ancar finds himself in the same school where his wannabe cousin was. He decided to get himself suspended but reconsidered when meeting a winsome boy with the cutest eyes.

Relationships:

Virgil - Roman, Logan, & Patton

Virgil has mixed feelings about the three considering that he always viewed them as up-tight and mean people.

Roman - Virgil

Roman is interested in Virgil; not in a romantic sense but something close to that. Though, he flirts with Virgil a lot of times.

Logan - Virgil

Logan doesn't really like Virgil but flirts with him due to Roman.

Patton - Virgil

Patton feels indifferent of Virgil.

Virgil - Janus & Remus

Virgil likes them both, but it's not necessarily romantic. He just feels comfortable with the two since they don't really care about status or reputation.

Janus - Virgil

Janus has romantic feelings for Virgil considering the fact that Virgil is really easy going compared to other people. It's mostly because it's convenient.

Remus - Virgil

Remus has an unhealthy fixation towards Virgil; it started as a way to spite his cousin (Roman) but it grew to be an unhealthy obsession.

Janus - Roman

Janus doesn't like Roman but flirts with him to spite Remus.

Remus - Roman

Both hate each other.

Janus - Logan

Janus doesn't particularly like Logan.

Remus - Logan

Remus likes to flirt with Logan just to spite Roman.

Janus - Patton

Janus hates Patton.

Remus - Patton

Remus likes Patton because of his manipulative nature.

Roman - Logan & Patton

Roman considers them as friends. He likes hanging out with them because they let him be 'in control'.

Logan - Roman & Patton

Logan looks up to Roman in an unhealthy way, he also kind of has a crush on Roman because of the power Roman has on him. Logan likes Patton since both have different views that they can talk about.

Patton - Roman & Logan

Patton admires Roman openly. He also likes Logan and is very honest about his feelings for the two.

I'll add more as I build the world and story :)

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meatriarchived · 8 months

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i cannot sleep for the life of me due to nausea, im running on maybe like. twenty solid minutes of the Essence of Sleep™ than any substantial sleep so. whatevers below may not make a lick of sense etc but imma just ramble until maybe my eyes kinda tucker out on me and whenever i become more human again ill revisit this so. possibly take it with a grain of salt

and also possible cw in the just case i ramble about anything like g.ore / injury / murder what have you. also nothing is meant to like. pigeonhole interactions into what this mess might have in it. i am simply wordvomiting at this point from lack of rest fingerguns

so when i think about the, what, i think they said roughly a month that maria's been missing? ( dont quote me pls but thats the estimated timeframe i have in my head so if its not then.... vague hand gestures ) with the implication that she's been captive so long, obviously comes with some thread-pulling on the usual M.O. of the family, which is typically yknow, kill quickly get the body taken care of so ideally no ones' missing their loved ones long enough to follow any trails. which, in that case, would mean that more than likely maria ( maybe others in the past ) were kept around as a plaything of sorts, a thing to toy with, to break.

and while i could see it being done so by johnny, for whatever his motive could possibly be to keep her alive for any prolonged period of time. frankly? i could more easily see her being kept alive for so long because of nancy. if maybe its just the womans' vitriolic nature that compels her to do so with a random victim from time to time, esp with her voicelines about some conjured up "attraction" regarding johnny on marias' part ( no ), its like. i could so easily see the woman being a big part of why they didn't kill her off as quickly - to teach her a lesson? to taunt her needlessly? to take out her sick anger on? who knows. but thats what im more inclined to at the moment when it comes to how i portray maria, esp in her Living aus.

its partly why ive got the itch in the back of my mind tho to possibly take on nancy when shes released ( i want to have more info on her esp before i decide to or not ). the woman just has so much venom in her and as much as it compels me to wanna hoist her up and throw her at a wall, shes like the hoyt of the game so far - theyre meant to be disgustingly cruel and vile and disturbing characters. but shes such a... nice foil in a sense to both luda and to maria.

like luda's not unfamiliar to killing, shes got blood on her hands in spite of her age, but shes not unnecessarily violent like nancy. luda harms or kills to get the job done - nancy has too much fun with it, she seems like she likes to take her time with people she fixates on and she seems as if she'd going out of her way to cause an abundance of unneeded harm to her victims. id argue that luda is respected in the family for her guidance and her role as matriarch, nancys' just lowkey straight-up feared to a degree because of how 0 - 10000 she can get. i can see them losing alot of potential food because she just...frankly goes way too far at times handling victims, that it makes the body mostly if not completely unusable to be butchered properly.

all that to say, yeah johnnys the one that herded maria to the family and sure i can see being why she wasn't killed immediately for likely just toying with her for a bit, tho with him i can feel the novelty of doing so could dwindle fairly quick; but i can see nancy being why shes still alive almost a month later, and in such rough shape yet still being kept alive ( in reference to her worse wounds being stitched up - if speaking with thomas in mind, he does enjoy sewing and will sew victims up if they arent ready or needing to be butchered right away so, could argue that he / bubba were told to do so by nancy to prolong maria's suffering. )

as for maria, in the aftermath of it all, its difficult to describe the types of injuries she definitely has because frankly when you consider the idea of her being alive for those weeks, her injuries must have been consistent and substantial, yknow? shes severely m.alnourished, severely dehydrated. physically shes a complete wreck and i truly think that until she saw ana and her friends? she'd gotten to the point of being shut down to it all and was simply waiting for death to take her in its arms ( which, i think if we think about nancy having a hand in keeping her so long, the lack of fight / reaction likely set her off in a different way than she's used to victims behaving and made her want to prolong marias life just to spite her ). like. at the end of it all, these people genuinely terrify and disgust and have t.raumatized her so badly, imagine being in her position for weeks.

maria's entire worldview and thoughts on people in general were so severely trampled on by this one singular family unit; she could never blindly trust people again, paranoia of being followed like she was, flinching from physical contact with people. she feels a shiver of fear when people smile broadly because she views it as having a sinister motive behind it. so much of her trust and willingness to see a shred of good in people by default just, shattered completely.

to note: i am still awake and my eyes are not tired yet and i am internally sobbing cause at this point im not going to get any sleep until later in the day cause i have errands to run in a couple hrs but im gonna cut this here dsfbjhkas

i'll end it here tho by noting that, should this make sense in terms of nancy by the time shes in game and all, then theres a good chance she'll ( unfortunately ) be added but also

in terms of the slightest sliver of a chance that, should one of the friends locate maria years after shes gone off to the pacific north west on her own and tell her about the plans to return to the house?

imma just be real and say maria may or may not wanna beat the ever-loving shit outta nancy if she somehow still has the audacity to be breathing- dsasdjk

#dont mind middle of the night-early morning renee im quite literally operating on a half bottle of warm water; a collective maybe half hr of #actual sleep / more like a powernap; and three m.ilano cookies. i am the tired.#my hc tag refuses to show and at this point i cannot be arsed to hunt if down to copypaste basdfhj #but yeah. again. late night ramblings. take with a grain of salt in case i have to come back and fix some of it when i can actually #function a little better after some actual sleep.#ill put some warning tags on. but if theres others that need to be added just shoot me an Im to let me know.#violence mention /#murder mention /#[ mf ] ── * 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘. { maria. }

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hiddenendings · 2 years

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Zorua Nobori you said? 👀

Honestly though all of those ideas sound amazing and I can't wait to read them!

-Guilty

This ask is from 21 days ago I’m sorry my depression took me out like a sniper during a political rally but hello Guilty I was so happy to see you send me an ask. Especially one asking me to expand upon my Zorua Nobori because I am 👀 👀 👀 about this AU of mine let me tell you more.

Kudari, as a child, is verrry lonely. No one seems to be able to connect with him and he has no friends and due to his quiet nature, special interests in pokemon and trains, and blunt personality, he is often the torment of bullies calling him a pokemon or just plain weird.

After one such day of cruel elementary aged children, he hides in the nearby forest, coming across a wild injured Zorua that seems to have been abandoned. After getting nipped, he manages to help the poor thing, patching him up and feeding him some berries to heal him. The Zorua warms up to him a little but, but is still hesitant.

Over the next couple of weeks Kudari keeps coming back, the Zorua either ignoring him, running from him, or lightly nipping or scratching at him when he gets too affectionate. He also tends to steal half of Kudari’s snacks, making the kid chase him all over the woods before hiding in a tree as he munches on his prizes.

Even with all the teasing and tormenting, the two start to get along, especially when Kudari learns that the Zorua seems to have lost his parents and the rest of his siblings and is all alone. Kudari says that they can be family, in that case, and names him Nobori. Kudari and Nobori. They match!

One day Kudari is chased into the forest by his bullies after a more physical altercation that involved Kudari biting, because his best and only friend at the moment is a wild Zorua who playfights with him. Nobori rushes out to try and help him, the main bully having sent out his pokemon which ends up using a super-effective move on a pokemon that’s not actually ever battled before so little guy gets fucked a little. Kudari steps in to take the next hit to protect him, getting poisoned by the bully’s pokemon in the process.

Before the bullies can run the fuck off and claim it wasn’t them, Nobori attacks the pokemon viciously, the bullies tearing their way out of there as Nobori runs back to Kudari and is frantic over him. Kudari is often sick, he recalls, and has a weak immune system. The poison could be deadly for him.

Nobori remembers stories his parents had told him before disappearing about their abilities and just what it is they could do - and how powerful their illusions could become. Apparently there was a story that if a human trusted a Zorua enough, and let them into their heart and soul willingly, then the Zorua could take on a copy of their form that was more than any illusion.

Nobori makes eye contact with Kudari, who’s just relieved he’s okay, before the two simply stare at each other. Kudari nods, Nobori licks his wounds and swallows a little of the blood, before taking on a strong, stable illusion of Kudari himself, only his colors are black and red and a frown is there in place of a smile. He scoops Kudari up and rushes him to his house that he’s been told about before, banging on the door to reveal Kudari’s parents, Nobori begging them to help Kudari.

After things are settled, the parents invite Nobori inside and get the story of what he really is. They thank him for helping Kudari and… he’s quite the responsible older brother. If he would like to stay…

In the end, Kudari gets a twin. One who is very careful about his health and is very protective. The parents move soon after to a nicer town where they meet Elesa and others, Nobori introducing himself as Kudari’s twin and speaking for him when he’s unable.

So yeah.

Not sure how long I would want to make this, but I have ideas in mind for their pokemon journey, their start as Subway Bosses, Nobori’s time during and after Hisui, and so on, so, uh, yeah. Y’all interested in seeing this story/au?

#blankshipping #asks #rambles #zorua ingo au #i am #so excited to work on this honestly #ask me more if you want i have os much i want to info-dump #and yes this is def blankshipping #don't you worry

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djosephqueery · 1 year

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Art block's still really really bad so I'm not comfortable posting anything I've doodled recently. Instead I'm gonna ramble at whoever will listen about my witcher au headcanons. This is really long, and mostly just word vomit. Sorry not sorry.

Obviously, I've made Steve analogous with Geralt and Eddie Jaskier. I've seen a couple different interpretations on who would be who, but this is what feels most natural to me.

In my head Nancy is closest paralleled by Yen; they share quite a few narrative themes and are both women I am equal parts in love with and terrified of.

I think Robin most closely fits Triss, except in my version of the story she's the one turning down the prospect of a relationship with Steve. She'd also play a much larger role in his life than Triss did in the show (I've only played a little of the games and haven't read the books, so most of my knowledge is show-based).

And then obviously, because this is a Steddie (and ronance, I'm making it happen) au, it has to diverge from the witcher canon at some point because I don't want endgame stancy. Because I do love a healthy amount of angst though, I am going to keep mostly to canon up through the whole debacle on the mountain. Nancy finds out about the djinn wish and leaves Steve, Steve still gets (unrightfully) pissed at Eddie and leaves him there, everyone's in pain it's great.

But Steve and Nancy don't get back together after that. That's the end of their romantic involvement with each other.

Then the romance with Eddie kicks off after steve breaks the bard out of prison. In the time between the mountain and the prison break Steve's had all his realizations about Eddie (and he's a Witcher, so like it's all tinged with this feeling like he shouldn't get involved, would be better for eddie if he wasn't around, etc etc, which is why he stays away for so long). I'm not, however, making Eddie his bi awakening. Steve's not a teenager/young adult in this au. He's been around. He's known this about himself for a long time, but it's just as inconsequential to him as his attraction to women. It's a fact he knows, but doesn't really matter because he's not destined (in his eyes) for that kind of relationship.

I am torn on how to approach the Child Surprise. Part of me wants to scrap that arc completely and come up with something New.

If I do keep it, then I'm torn on Which kid from the show fits Ciri best. El seems like the obvious choice as far as narrative parallels go- powers she doesn't really understand, her whole life being suddenly upturned and there being insane forces at play that want her for some unknown reason- it's all there. But because we don't get any Steve/El interactions in st it's hard for me to fit her into the Geralt/Ciri dynamic.

Dynamic-wise I think the child should be Max. We see Steve take care of her in the show, and they bicker a little but she trusts him and (ultimately) listens to him. He feels responsible for her in a way that we don't see him feel towards El.

So I'm still undecided on that as of yet.

Robin and Nancy getting together is a lot more amorphous due to the minimal Yen/Triss interactions we get onscreen. But there's plenty of opportunity for that while they're both at Aretuza after Sodden. Nancy having lost her powers, Robin dealing with her own wounds that won't heal, tons of opportunity for bonding over shared trauma and finding a way Forward.

Does Nancy still get tangled up with the Deathless Mother trying to get her magic back? in this au with Robin there with her, would she help? Would this create a divide between Steve and Robin (for a time only, it would Resolve. I'm a stobin lover first and foremost)? So many unanswered questions.

#late night brainrot ramblings with Len #ignore me I'm just trying to organise my thoughts a bit #not even gonna tag this cause it's barely coherent

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ein-liebloser-wanderer · 2 years

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⸸ F-02-58 (Big and Will Be Bad Wolf) -- Character Headcanons ⸸

(This AU shall not be confused with my Yandere/Humanoid/Yandere Humanoid AU. But ey, if you really want to, who am I to stop you.)

"I’m telling this secret only to you. If you ever build a house, make it a sturdy brick house."

⸸ There are many ways to interpret his role as a 'villain':

a) Due to the twisted logic Abnormalities are born from, his designated role as a villain in a tale created by prejudiced humans made it so that it is in his nature to act maliciously on impulse. It is simply in his nature to be the way he is, even if he knows it is wrong and feels remorse. Or... b) A more sympathetic take would be that he gave up on being treated nicely. Humans had treated him like shite since the beginning, because they all assumed he's a bad guy for being a carnivore (the whole home invasions and sheep stealing didn't help). If they're going to treat him like a monster anyway, then he will show them one. c) Or maybe he's just self-aware. He knows he was born from a fairytale, and as a result, he believes it is his duty to 'fulfill' the role of a villain. He hates it, of course, but at the end of the day, he deems this duty more important than his feelings on the matter.

⸸ He doesn't want pity. You may kindly leave with it, thank you very much. He already laments existence well enough, and he doesn't need any more of it from others.

⸸ Just understand this...he will never stop eating. Human or monster, adult or child, he will eat them. He may feel remorse for all the unnecessary pain he inflicted upon them, but at the end of the day, he is still a carnivore.

⸸ In addition, he also doesn't need anyone's attempt in bonding with him. There is no need to treat him so nicely when he has tormented and killed so many people.

Whether he is truly a tragic villain or a monster, he still doesn't want to hurt the people he cares about. So, of course, the last thing he wants is to care about someone, lest he hurt them too. Don't give him a reason to care...

⸸ Wolves are pack animals. He will never admit it, but he would definitely breach if any of his favourite Agents were to be hurt by another Abnormality.

⸸ Because he is a wolf, he will also do many dog wolf things. Like:

⸸ Join in when an Agent howls ⸸ Chew and play with the bones of his meals (or on any toys left in his room) ⸸ Sleep and laze around his containment unit. ⸸ Shed an ungodly amount of fur

⸸ And like a true wolf trapped in a closed space, he acts assertive towards other Abnormalities. Mostly so they would leave him alone. Then, there are those pricks that just seem to enjoy wrecking havoc wherever they go. This type of Abnormality (WhiteNight, Queen of Hatred, Firebird, Melting Love, etc.) hold a special place in his void of a heart solely because they keep fucking shit up in his home turf.

⸸ And yes, he would absolutely consider Lobotomy Corporation his new home because why not.

⸸ Dislikes Instinct work. It is one thing to come into his room to socialize and fulfill his needs, and it's another matter entirely to change things around within his territory. The containment room is his only, and it should only be him cleaning and maintaining it.

⸸ May another Abnormality save you if you call or treat him like a dog. The person who coincidentally gave him the best belly rub never lived to tell the tale of how much his tail was wagging.

#big and will be bad wolf #headcanons #abnormalities #lobotomy corporation #project moon

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